Immobile weight gain
Freedom - A weight gain story “Hi, my name is Bethany Edoness, and I’m going to get fat on purpose.” Beth said into her video camera as she stood naked in her bedroom. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she had never said that out loud before and it excited her immensely. “This is my private video diary to record my progress. I am 5’5” tall and currently weigh only 106 pounds. I’m considered underweight with a BMI of 17.6, and my goal is, well, my goal…” Beth smiled and bit her lower lip as a whimper escaped her lips. She eyed her camera seductively as her right hand instinctively began to move over her slim hips toward her pussy. “My goal is to be considered super obese with a BMI of over 50, which means I’m going to stuff my face until I’m at least, oh, 300 pounds.” Her grin widened. “And I probably won’t stop there. In fact, I don’t plan to ever stop. I spent my whole life living up to other people’s expectations of how I should look. All through high school and college, eight years of my life, I played soccer religiously and trained my body hard.” Her hands moved up and down her body as she spun around for the camera. She had strong, toned legs and a tight, firm butt. Her waist was rock hard, while her breasts were small and perky with cute little nipples and coin-sized areolas. Her skinny arms were well defined, and her face was thin and beautiful. Beth constantly received compliments on her hot, young body. People were always praising her over how lucky she was to have such a slim, sexy frame. If only they knew about her secret desire to grow fat, she would think. “Just look at these sculpted abs, these bony arms, this muscular ass, these tiny titties. There isn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on me, and I worked hard to keep it that way. I loved soccer; I loved being part of the team. I was good at it. These agile legs can run a mile in under six minutes. But…” Beth closed her eyes and sighed. “Secretly I’ve always been extremely turned on by the idea of getting very fat. Ever since I was a little girl. My parents raised me on a strict vegan diet and encouraged me to try out for all kinds of sports throughout school. I stayed a vegan up until now, and I haven’t had a single bite of fast food or meat of any kind, or soda, or sugary food in my entire life. Soccer was the only thing that mattered to me; it got me out of the house and kept me busy, distracted from this secret desire of mine. So I stuck with it, and not once have I truly had the chance to indulge my weight gain fetish. Until now, that is. My parents were rich, very rich, and they died two years ago in a car accident. I’m not as broken up about it as you might think, they were always very distant. I was always just a trophy daughter to them, a hot, young, dedicated athlete they could brag about to their friends. I’ve inherited their entire fortune, and have just recently graduated college, with, ironically, an athletics degree. I’m 22 years old now and living on my own. I don’t have anyone all that close to me and to be perfectly honest I prefer it that way. I never really fit in with the girls I played soccer with; they all came across as shallow, backstabbing and petty to me. I guess you can say I’m finally at a point in my life where I’m free, free to give into my fetish and grow absurdly huge. The thought of just digging in and consuming all those rich, fatty foods I’ve denied myself my entire life, growing bigger, and fatter, and more out of shape.” Voice quivering, hands shaking, Beth continued. “I…I just want to ruin this body.” Reaching for a measuring tape, Beth prepared to take her current measurements. “Wow, I’m so nervous. It’s weird, even though I’m just admitting this to my own private video diary it feels amazing to just say aloud how I feel. Anyway, on to the fun stuff! My current measurements are a 31.5” chest, 24.4” waist, 34.8” butt, annnndddd 10.8” thighs. I’m going to keep track of my progress with this video diary every so often, as well as regular visits to the doctor and timing how long it takes me to run a mile. I want a complete catalogue keeping track of every aspect of my weight gain, from the changing shape of my body, to how unhealthy I’m getting. I’m also going to start smoking pot and drinking to help increase my appetite and convert all the calories I’m going to consume into fat. It’ll be amazing to just lie around all day drunk, high, and feasting. I’m growing a few marijuana plants to keep me constantly supplied with weed. I’ve never smoked or drank, or eaten anything that isn’t vegan before, so this is going to be a whole new experience!” Grinning madly, brimming with anticipation, Beth leaned in to her camera. “And I’m starting…right…now!” She said as she stopped the recording. Lighting a blunt she had taught herself to roll by using the internet, she leaned into her sofa and began to puff away watching television. Soon she started feeling lightheaded and giddy, and switched from watching sports to cartoons, specifically Tom and Jerry. She started cracking up, glowing with a feeling of euphoria and comfort. She felt relaxed and lazy, her mind whirling with thoughts of all the new foods she would try in the days ahead as she zoned out watching cartoons. Soon the munchies hit her, and they hit her hard. She hadn’t eaten all day yet, hoping to build her appetite a bit, and suddenly she felt hungrier than she ever had before in her whole life. “So this is what being high feels like, I can definitely get into this!” Beth thought to herself. As she prepared to leave and get food, it finally began to sink in for Beth that she was free, free to unleash her inner hunger and push herself to become the big, fat, horny gluttonous goddess she always wanted to be. Years of denying herself junk food were over, she could finally fulfill her desire to pig out. Taking one last look at her slim body in the mirror, running her hands over her hard, athletic form, she sighed, longing to put on some serious weight. “This is it.” Beth said to herself as she left her place to go binge on fast food. When she arrived at McDonalds she was so hungry she ordered a large double quarter pounder with cheese meal and a bacon cheeseburger. She never ordered so much food in her life. Grabbing a seat at a table, observing the feast before her, Beth drooled with anticipation. As she bit into the bacon cheeseburger her taste buds exploded in her mouth. Oh, it was so juicy and tender, the best thing Beth had ever eaten, how could she have denied herself this for so long? Moaning with pleasure, taking two larger bites, Beth was officially no longer a vegan. Her french fries tasted so delicious and salty as she crammed them in her face. They made her thirsty, though, so Beth took a huge gulp of her very first soda. Sweet! It was so unbelievably sweet! Beth loved the way the soda tickled her throat and made her belly feel warm and fuzzy. Plunging into her double quarter pounder with one hand while shoveling french fries in her face with the other Beth was in heaven. She felt so stuffed, and could barely get halfway through her second cheeseburger before she put it down. Upset that she couldn’t finish her meal, she started to get up when a wave of determination hit her. What was she doing? She was free to eat whatever she wanted and she was throwing food away? She sat her skinny ass back down and scarfed the rest of the burger, ignoring her protesting stomach. Finishing her soda, she let out a loud belch and rubbed her full tummy, admiring the tiny bulge that formed beneath her abs. Beth fell in love with junk food that day, changing her life forever. While driving home Beth stopped and picked up a six-pack of lager for herself, looking forward to trying her first beer. The whole way home she was mesmerized by her full stomach, the way it pushed out and swelled. She was so overwhelmed with all kinds of new sensations, getting high, feeling a sugar rush from all the carbs she consumed, how heavy the food felt settling in her stuffed gut. Soon she would add getting drunk to her list of new feelings. What an exciting day she was having! Back at her apartment Beth laid out on her couch and started chugging beer after beer. It was bitter, and heavy, and she felt it expand in her stomach as she gulped more and more. She wasn’t so sure about the taste, but she loved the tingly carbonated feeling it gave her and how it tasted like liquid bread. She soon polished off four beers, and as she stood up to put the rest in her fridge she stumbled and grabbed onto her kitchen counter. Dizzy and uncoordinated, Beth put away her two remaining beers and stumbled into her bedroom where she switched on her camera. “Hi Diary! Uh…umm, I’m kinda drunk…ha, and still a bit high. And also…” She leaned into the camera as if she were sharing a secret with it. “I’m no longer a vegan! Hic! I’m…I’m stuffed full of McDonalds!” Beth removed her shirt and proudly displayed her distended gut. Giving it a few quick pats with her hand, Beth let out a loud belch. Giggling, she covered her mouth, cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Excuse me, Diary, I’ve never burped like that before! So, anyway, I’ve officially started my weight gain journey. Soooo, I’m kinda sleepy now, I think I’m gonna go nap. Gotta practice being lazy, teehee! So until next time, Diary, I’m just going to keep stuffing my face like today!” Stripping and falling into bed, Beth fell into her first of many food comas. Getting herself up by early evening, she smoked another blunt and went out in search of even more food. During the first week of her new lifestyle Beth stuffed herself full of all the fast food, meats, pastas, deserts, and other meals she had refrained from her whole life. She was constantly stoned, and tried new kinds of beers and liquors, her favorite being a mix of rum and coke. She kept herself painfully full, bloated, and tired, but she loved it, she loved feeling sleepy and stuffed all the time. Whenever she got too nauseous from her sudden change in diet, she just smoked some pot, helping her stomach settle and feeling hungry again in no time. Since she had given up veganism, she tried steak, chicken, pork, turkey, and especially bacon. Beth loved bacon; she didn’t know how she had lived without it for so long. She piled it on everything she ate, sandwiches, burgers, french fries, pizza, baked potatoes, she just couldn’t get enough. Beth also loved pastries, ice cream, candy, and especially chocolate. She had no idea she had such a sweet tooth. She loved chocolate cake more than anything, and would have a slice to top off her fast food binges on most nights. After a couple of weeks of eating like this, Beth finds she’s no longer feeling sick after she pigs out. Good, her body is starting to adjust, this is exactly what she wants. Slowly and deliberately, Beth was turning herself into a junk food junkie. Another week later and instead of feeling sick at the thought of pushing herself to cram more fattening food inside her, Beth begins to find she craves it. She gets high on the sugar rush from all the carbs she consumes, loving it when her body crashes and she hungers for more. Her empty stomach would cry out to be filled with fatty, greasy fast food, and sweet, sugary treats. Beth found herself developing into a binge/crave cycle, and she allowed herself to slip further into it. She was purposefully getting herself addicted to fatty foods and carbohydrates. Sometimes Beth would wonder what she was doing, how could she be so unhealthy? Then her growing appetite would strike and she’d seek out a new delicious high-calorie meal she never tried before. Beth was both excited and scared of what would happen to her if she kept eating like this. She would eat herself sick sometimes, she was still testing her limits and finding out what she liked, but she was getting better at it. With every binge she felt a little less ill, and a little more hungry. She was slowly stretching out her stomach. How far would this ultimately go? Would she ever be satisfied? She was being overwhelmed by so many new tastes and sensations, it made her so horny thinking of everything she ate so far and everything she was going to eat. Her old healthy habits and ways of thinking were quickly losing a battle against her lust to be a fat, hungry pig. A little over a month goes by and Beth is in love with her new life. Her days consist of nothing but smoking weed, binge eating, drinking, napping, watching TV, and playing video games. It was hard for her to gauge if she was putting on any weight, her belly was stuffed constantly and she couldn’t tell what was food weight and what was fat. The scale went between 110-115 pounds depending on how full she was. She looked absurd, this thin, scrawny former athlete with her midsection constantly stuffed full of food. Beth just couldn’t keep her hands off of her gut, longing for the day it grew into a big fat belly that she could jiggle. She was upset that she had only gained a few pounds so far and did not really notice any changes on her body yet, but she realized that her metabolism was still probably really high from eight years of soccer. In order to start packing on weight she needed to break her metabolism, and she was doing everything she could to get there. Beth would almost always skip breakfast, instead starting the day with nothing but an energy drink, beer or soda. Then, after her morning smoking session, the cravings would hit her and she would binge until she was painfully full, and then force herself to stuff more junk food down her throat anyway, training her body to overeat. The rest of the day was spent smoking pot, sleeping, and snacking in front of the television. Then right before bed Beth would have a final binge, the biggest feast of the day, where she would push her eating capacity to its limits. She fell asleep every night completely gorged and rubbing her swollen, aching gut. So far, Beth had been unable to eat an entire pizza for her last meal of the day, always leaving a couple slices left in the box. Last attempt there was only one slice left, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not finish it. Tonight she decided to change that. Sitting stoned on her couch, Beth waits for her medium meat lovers pan pizza with buttery garlic sauce. She had already eaten so much today, she started with her usual energy drink, then for lunch she had an entire foot long turkey sub (extra meat, extra cheese, extra bacon), an entire bag of Doritos, a large bowl of creamy potato soup, and then munched on chocolate chip and Oreo cookies the rest of the day. She felt bloated, but was still so hungry. The pizza arrived; she tipped well, and then eagerly sat down to devour it. Beth knew that the faster she ate, the more likely she was to out-eat the signal from her brain telling her she was full. Therefore, without hesitation she plowed right into the pizza, barely paying attention to the television. Within five minutes she already ate half, dipping the crusts in the buttery garlic sauce and letting it drip down her chin as she crammed bite after bite into her mouth, quenching her thirst by chugging a 40 oz of lager. Feeling the sensation of fullness starting to hit her, she ignored it and forced herself to eat even faster, absolutely consuming three slices in no time. The final slice sat taunting her, and she was feeling as full as she usually got. Tipsy, stuffed to the brim, Beth moaned and rubbed her swollen gut. She needed to push her limits; she needed to grow into a fat piggy. Despite her entire body screaming at her, "No, don't, please stop eating, you're so full already, you’re breaking your metabolism, you're going to ruin your hot, young body!", she instead laid back on the couch and slowly pulled down her pajama bottoms. Masturbating with one hand and rubbing her stomach with the other, she let out a large belch, giving her just enough room to finish the pizza. Rubbing her clit furiously, moaning in absolute ecstasy, the last slice slowly disappeared into her. She then tilted her head back and chugged the last of her 40 oz while she came with tremendous force as the final gulp slid down her throat. Drunk and playing with her overfed gut, having pushed her appetite to new limits, Beth began to wonder just how far her weight gain fetish would take her… “Well hello again, Diary, notice anything different about me?” Beth twirled for her camera, showing off her nude body. Her small, round tits were beginning to blossom, and her butt now jiggled a tiny bit when she walked. Her abs were slowly vanishing, and the gap between her growing thighs was beginning to disappear. “I’m a little over ten pounds heavier than the last time I recorded! Right now I’m about 118 pounds and I it’s really starting to show! Wanna see my new measurements?” Beth grabbed her measuring tape and began to slowly take measurements of each part of her body, showing them off for her camera as she did so. “My boobs are now 32.5”, my waist is now 25”, my butt has grown to 36”, and finally my thighs are now 12.5”. I’m going to have a bubble-butt and thunder thighs for sure! I wish my belly and boobs would grow more, but all in good time, right Diary?” Beth put away her measuring tape and sat on the edge of her bed. “So I’m absolutely in looooovveeee with being a gainer. There’s absolutely nothing sexier in the world than just eating everything I’ve always dreamed and getting fatter. I’ve tried all sorts of new food since my last recording, and there’s still so much more out there! I love smoking pot, and drinking is fun too, but I definitely love smoking weed more. Beer is so tasty, though, and filling! Oh, and guess what? I went to the doctor’s recently! That’s right, I had a physical! The doctor took my blood pressure, measured my cholesterol, and weighed me, as well as taking a blood sample. The doctor actually told me that I’m within a healthy weight range now, and while my cholesterol was a little higher than my last visit I’m still within a normal range and have nothing to worry about. I told her that I had given up veganism and the doctor said that’s probably why I put on some weight. She said as long as I watch my sugar levels and continue to exercise I’ll be fine. Pff, yeah, right!” As Beth said this, she pulled out a box of cupcakes from behind her. “I wonder if these have any sugar in them?” Beth said innocently, and then, winking for the camera, began to eat all twelve cupcakes, consuming them in only one or two bites. Licking the frosting from her lips and fingertips, rubbing her stomach, Beth turned off her camera and took a nap. Not long after she had just started to put on a little weight, Beth received a phone call. It was from her personal trainer, Sheila, who told her that she had professional soccer teams lining up to have her show up for tryouts. Beth saw this as an opportunity to see just how out of shape she’d gotten since becoming a glutton, and told Sheila to go ahead and sign her up, adding that she was in the middle of having a steak dinner with mac and cheese and a baked potato. “Wow, that’s a lot of food. Aren’t you a vegan?” Sheila asked. “Oh, I gave that up.” Beth responded. “Well, if anyone deserves a break it’s you, Beth. Hope you’re working those calories off with some hard practice, I haven’t seen you at the gym in awhile. Well, anyway, take care Champ!” “Yeah, okay, sure. Bye Sheila!” Beth said sarcastically. Of course she had no intention of burning off any of these calories. She couldn’t wait to see how her new body performed at tryouts. A week later Beth showed up to her first tryout dressed in tight gym clothes. She had just crested 120 pounds so she still wasn’t fat by any means. In fact, her BMI indicated that she was at a normal weight, but this didn’t stop the dirty looks and sneering from rival soccer players. It also probably didn’t help that Beth had just binged at Taco Bell and her full, bloated stomach was on display for everyone to see. She stifled a belch as she scanned the area for the signup tent. Sheila was there and caught Beth’s attention, waving her over. “Beth! Hi! How’s the post-college life treating you?” It was then that Sheila noticed Beth’s full, stuffed tummy poking out over the elastic waistband over her gym shorts, and that every bit of her appeared just a little bit thicker. “I see the real world’s been treating you well, eh hon?” Sheila said pinching the small bit of flesh that was on Beth’s stomach, “Where are those abs disappearing to?” “Oh, I’ve been indulging a bit.” Beth answered, flushed, and a little turned on. “It’s nothing to worry about, champ. All athlete’s weights fluctuate now and then. I hope you’ve at least been practicing a little bit, this is your big day! You just come back down to the gym and we’ll shed that bit of weight in no time at all!” Sheila said enthusiastically. “Beth! Beth Edoness! You’re up!” The ref yelled. It was her turn to be timed running one mile. Beth turned and left Sheila and headed to the starting line. As Beth positioned herself she felt her full stomach against the top of her thigh. Everything was tight and constrained in her old gym outfit, it was an exciting new feeling to know she was outgrowing her old clothing. “This is gonna be great!” Beth thought just as the whistle blew and she began running. Almost immediately Beth felt a difference. On just her first lap around the track she was already starting to break a sweat. On her second lap she was really breathing heavy, but was also determined to run as fast as her new body could handle so that she could accurately gauge how unhealthy she truly was at this point. The third and fourth lap were the worst. Her legs were sore, her lungs were gasping for air, and sweat poured down her face. Beth was amazed what only a few months of unbridled gluttony and hedonism had accomplished, she really was getting out of shape. “Eight minutes, thirty-six seconds.” The ref called out. Giggles erupted from the stands as the other girls marveled at how the former soccer star had added over two whole minutes to her top time. To top it all off, where she once looked graceful and limber when she finished running before, she now looked tired, out of breath, and drenched in sweat from only running one mile. How could she possibly play a whole soccer game? “Thank you, Beth Edoness. Next!” The ref shouted. Running to meet her, Sheila looked more than a little disappointed. “What the hell was that, Beth? Have you been practicing at all? What have you been doing the past couple of months? You know, I really vouched for you here, and you show up looking like crap and performing like that? Almost a nine minute mile? Are you kidding me, Beth?” Sheila scorned. Beth just held up a finger, smiled, and said, “Sheila, I’m sorry you vouched for me. And I’m going to be honest here, I’m never playing soccer again. You’re fired.” Sheila just stood there, stunned. “Sweety, I’m sorry I blew up at you like that, but-“ “Goodbye, Sheila.” Beth interrupted. She then got in her car and sparked a joint while she drove off into the evening. All that physical exertion made her hungry, Beth felt she deserved a treat. Pulling into a Burger King she sat down stilled dressed in her tight gym clothes and proceeded to cram herself full of whoppers, onion rings, and chocolate shake until she was beyond full. Continuing to stuff herself and binge regularly, after five more months of overeating she now weighs in at 146 pounds. On the verge of being chubby, the body of the former athlete was disappearing under soft layers of fat. She was growing curvy in all the right places. Her legs had thickened up quite a bit since the majority of the weight went to her thighs, hips, and butt. Her thighs now touched, a new sensation for Beth, and it only made her lust to grow even bigger. She now had a soft tummy, and her tits had grown tremendously, going from a small, perky A cup to a soft, round, C cup. Her arms had lost most of their definition, and her face was showing the slightest hint of softness. Beth was surprised how much weight she had gained in her ass and breasts, delighted that she was developing into an hourglass figure. She loved wearing shorts that she had outgrown, letting her bubble butt hang out. She could not keep her hands off her new boobs, and looked forward to growing them even further. “Oh, hi there Diary,” Beth cooed as she stood in front of her camera, “like what you see?” Beth ran her hands over her new, softer body. She jiggled her new tits, slapped her rounding ass and thighs, and shook the soft flesh forming over her midsection. “I’ve been such a naughty piggy lately. I just can’t stop eating! My appetite has grown so much since I started gaining, it’s incredible! And it’s only getting bigger and bigger every time I binge and stuff myself full of so…much…food. Let’s do measurements! Okay, so, bear with me, I’m still a little drunk from polishing off that pile of pancakes and vodka this morning, heh. Check it out, I’ve grown a nice set of tits!” Beth squeezed her boobs together with her arms for the camera. “And I actually have cleavage! It’s amazing! Anyway, my chest is now 36”, my waist is 27”, my juicy ass is almost 40”, holy cow, and my thighs are 17.5”. I’m turning into quite the fat ass, Diary. So, anyway, I’m really starting to get hungry again, so this is gonna be a quick update. Bye! Kisses!” That night Beth decided she would go out to a Chinese buffet. She enjoyed stuffing herself in public, the looks she got turned her on. She always wore tight clothing that showed off her growing assets and a belly shirt that proudly displayed her stuffed gut. At the buffet, Beth put away plate after plate of food. Chicken and broccoli, egg rolls, sushi, dumplings, stuffed mushrooms, they all found their way into Beth's stomach. After three heaping plates full of food, Beth got up for desert. As she did, a button popped off her shorts. A kid in the next booth laughed at her as his mother shushed him, and regardless of the situation Beth got a plate full of pie anyway before leaving. Sitting back at her booth, shorts unzipped, panties on full display, she shoveled the pies in her face, washing them down with mountain dew, and let out a satisfied belch. Satisfied and extremely horny from her public display of gluttony she hoisted herself out of her booth. Cradling her stuffed gut with one hand and holding her pants up with the other, Beth meandered awkwardly out to her car and drove back home. That night Beth had a dream. She dreamed she sat in front of a banquet table covered in food that was all just for her. Grinning, she dug in, every bite adding to her growing body. In her dream, Beth kept eating until she was over two hundred pounds, then three hundred, then four hundred. As she got too big to feed herself, a hose descended from the ceiling. Placing it in her mouth, a thick chocolate shake was pumped into her. She could feel herself getting fatter with every swallow, her belly reaching her toes, her ass engulfing the chair. Even when she was as big as a house she still couldn’t stop filling herself up. Her mammoth body took up city blocks. She was just a huge, creamy white blob that could not stop drinking her weight gain shake. Sucking down more and more of the magical liquid her body expanded across landscapes, becoming impossibly huge. She didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop, she was a slave to her hunger and was stuck, attached to her feeding tube, fattening herself forever. Beth awoke and shot up in bed. Panting heavily, moaning, drenched in sweat, Beth’s hands moved up and down her new body. Jiggling her tits, massaging her round ass, caressing her thick thighs and soft midsection, Beth’s dream had made her extremely horny. Glancing at her clock, Beth saw she had slept in until one in the afternoon. Inspired by her dream, Beth had a devious idea. Getting dressed in tight, hip-hugging jeans and a low-cut top that showed off her new boobs, she drove to the corner grocery and GNC to gather supplies. She was going to make a fattening weight gain shake like the one in her dream. Finding the highest calorie weight gainer they had available at GNC, Beth brought it to the counter. “So your boyfriend lifts weights, huh?” The man behind the counter said, staring at Beth’s tits as he rung her up. Beth noticed this, and leaned over the counter to show off more cleavage. “No, I’m single, it’s all for me.” She answered, patting her small tummy. “Ummm, you know this stuff is high calorie weight gainer, right?” “Mhmm…” Beth said as she left to buy groceries. The GNC cashier watched her leave, admiring her sexy ass from behind as she walked out the door. Damn, she’d be smoking hot if it weren’t for that little tummy, he thought. She was single, though, maybe he should as her on a date. As Beth walked back to her car she saw that the GNC cashier was standing outside of the store smoking a cigarette. He turned and smiled at her as she loaded her trunk with groceries. “Hey beautiful, wanna go out sometime? I think we’d rea…” The GNC cashier trailed off when he saw what Beth had in her grocery bags: a dozen pints of ice cream, gallons of whole milk, cartons of heavy whipping cream, chocolate syrup, peanut butter, and a very large blender. He couldn’t believe it, this woman was serious about buying that weight gainer for herself! This had to be some kind of joke; surely she was just playing with him. “You’re not mixing the weight gainer with all that, are you?” “Maybe…” Beth responded, realizing how crazy this all must have looked. “That’s insane! Why would you do that?” It was insane, and Beth knew it. Drinking this weight gain shake would absolutely blow her up in no time and she was caught red handed preparing to fatten herself. In that moment Beth completely stopped caring what other people thought of her and her new lifestyle. Instead, she owned it, and while rubbing her soft tummy, blushing, she said, “I’m getting fat on purpose.” As she got in her car and drove off, leaving the GNC employee stunned speechless. Did she just say what he thinks she said? She’s getting fat on purpose? What is she, nuts? Doesn’t she realize that there were tons of women out there who’d kill for a body like hers? Shaking his head and returning to behind the register, the GNC employee went back to his business, bewildered. Back at her apartment Beth began mixing together her weight gain shake. She grabbed a pint of ben and jerry's peanut butter cup ice cream from the freezer, one cup of heavy whipping cream, two cups of whole milk, chocolate syrup, and four scoops of weight gain powder. The shake was about three thousand calories all together, incredibly rich and tasty. Mixing it in a blender, she tilts her head back and begins sucking down the fattening drink like in her dream. Beth’s free hand explores her growing, softening frame, playing with her new tits, slapping her rounding ass, and massaging her stuffed and bloated gut. She just couldn’t stop, could she? She needed this, she needed to constantly make a fat pig of herself. Her dream inspired her, and any reluctance she still had toward her new lifestyle vanished as she sucked down her weight gain shake. Finishing every drop, she set the blender on the counter, vowing to drink one of these every night from now on, and stumbled into her bedroom where she brought herself to a glorious climax before drifting off to sleep. By her 23rd birthday, after a full year of bingeing on junk food, smoking pot, and drinking, Beth had grown quite chubby, on the brink of fatness, weighing in at 176 pounds. Thanks to the weight gain shakes that she was consuming every night she piled on the weight faster than ever. She now had thick thighs and a jiggling, plump ass that were both now home to a bit of cellulite. Small stretch marks were just starting to appear on her hips and tummy. Her stomach pushed out further and further every day, and she was just a few more pounds away from having an official belly. Creases were appearing on her sides that would soon turn into rolls of fat, and her breasts were starting to show signs of stretch marks too as they grew into a full D cup and began to hang a bit. Any definition in her arms is now buried under layers of fat, and her rounder face is beginning to sprout a double chin. Beth ran her hands over her body, admiring her transformation from a petite, athletic vegan into a hungry, chubby piglet. Beth turned on her camera to record her latest entry into her video diary. As she did so she was still holding an ice cream sandwich that she was snacking on. Finishing off her creamy treat before even saying anything, Beth turned and smiled at the camera. “Notice anything different about me, Diary?” Picking up her camera, Beth held it close to her tummy. “I’ve got my first stretch marks! They’re just starting to form now, look, I even have them just appearing on my boobs and hips too! Aren’t they cute? I just adore them. And guess what else? It’s my birthday today! Aren’t stretch marks just the perfect birthday present for a growing fatty?” Setting the camera back down and lighting a blunt, her naked chubby body sitting on the edge of her bed, Beth began to talk to her video camera about all her recent developments. “See what else I got myself for my birthday? Do you see that device above my bed? I bought a milkshake mixer with a tube attached that I can use it to lay in bed and suck down the weight gain shakes I’ve been making! Isn’t that amazing? I’ve only had it for a week now, but I think it might’ve contributed to these forming.” Beth said with a smile as she gestured to her small, red stretch marks. “I went back to the doctor’s this week for a new physical, and boy, was she surprised! She said I was on the verge of stage one obesity, which I find hard to believe. That BMI scale is fun to help me track my gain, but I hardly feel obese. I’ve certainly grown quite chubby, though.” Beth smiled coyly, running her hands over her soft flesh and jiggling her thighs and tits a bit as she did so. She really couldn’t stop touching herself, she was so amazed by her chubby body. “So the doctor also pointed out my new stretch marks, which I thought was kinda hot, and told me they were because I’ve been piling on weight so quickly. I think she was trying to guilt trip me into being healthier, but what does she know? She also said my blood pressure and cholesterol were starting to get pretty high, and that I really, really need to start watching what I eat.” Unwrapping another ice cream sandwich Beth polished it off almost immediately. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Beth said, rolling her eyes, “anyway, let’s do measurements, so let’s see here, my D cup tits are now 40”, wow, my knockers really filled out! I now have a 30” waist, which isn’t too bad for a growing piggy. And check this out, my booty is now 43.5”! I have such a big butt, I keep knocking things over with it! And my thighs are 21.5” around. Mmmmm….” Beth took another moment to feel herself up again, and eat another ice cream sandwich. Rubbing her tummy, she let out a tiny fart and giggled. “Heehee, sorry about that. These new eating habits of mine are kinda rough on my digestive system. So, anyway, I tried running a mile again! It took me twelve minutes! You should’ve seen me diary, I looked so silly. My boobs bounced everywhere, my thighs brushed together, my ass and tummy jiggling wildly, oh man, it was soooo sexy. I was down to a light jog by the time I finished! I really am slowly turning myself into a big, fat, lazy pig, aren’t I? Well, that’s it for this entry, I have something extra special planned for my birthday tonight. Bye for now!” Later, on her way to get something to eat, Beth was daydreaming of all the food she was going to devour today. She planned to stuff herself good on her birthday, and was going to start by revisiting the McDonalds she began her journey at a year ago. Having a seat in the restaurant, she noticed the cashier recognized her and the look on his face said he could not believe this formerly svelte beauty had let herself go so much. Beth's plump ass squeezed through the bottom of her shorts while her new muffin top spilled over the sides. She wore a stretchy tube top that proudly displayed her midriff and ample bosom. Beth did not want to hide her gluttony, her need to be fattened, she had been doing that most her life. She wanted people to see her chubby body with its fresh stretch marks. She wanted them to know what she was doing to herself. It made her so hot. Ordering two large double quarter pounder meals with chocolate shakes for the drinks, Beth began to dig in. Ravenously gorging, taking huge, monstrous bites, dipping her french fries in her shakes and stuffing them in her face with both hands, she was definitely getting the attention she wanted from the workers and other patrons. One double quarter pounder was quickly devoured, followed by french fries slathered in ketchup. The second double quarter pounder was gone almost as fast. Removing the lid and straw from one of her chocolate shakes, Beth leaned her head back and poured it straight down her gullet, letting out a loud, un-lady-like burp as she set her cup down. Kicking her legs back and forth under the table in childlike glee, Beth finished the last bit of her french fries and chocolate shake. She was delighted and proud of herself that she was able to plow through the meal with ease, and remembered that a year ago she was barely able to choke down a second burger. Standing up, she went up to the counter to order a big mac. "Mam, I know it's none of my business," the young cashier said shyly, "but you've been coming here for a year now and, well, aren't you worried about your health?" "Why would I be worried about that?" Beth asked, pretending to be naive. "You were just so thin back then. And now, you’ve kind of, well, I mean..." “Well, a growing girl’s gotta eat!” Beth said, cutting him off. The cashier just stood there completely befuddled, unable to believe his ears. Beth just laid money down and reached across the counter, her deep cleavage pushing out of her tube top, and grabbed the big mac out of the cashier’s hands. She stuffed it in her face right in front of him, rubbed her protruding gut as she slowly pushed the last bite in, savoring the fat, greasy treat. The young cashier just stared at her, awestruck. How could this young woman let herself get so chubby? How could she continue to eat so recklessly, couldn’t she see that she was slowly turning herself into a fatty? With that, Beth left the McDonalds, swaying her generous ass provocatively as she walked out the front door to her car. Excited by her encounter with the cashier, she decided she was not done eating yet, and wanted, no, needed to be filled full of delicious ice cream. Getting in her car and lighting a joint, she drove to the local ice cream parlor. Sitting in the corner with two large sundaes, she savored every rich, decadent bite. Moaning from both being overstuffed and from pleasure, rubbing her gut as she consumed more and more ice cream, people couldn't help but notice this chubby, scantily clad young woman making a pig of herself without a care in the world. As Beth scraped the bottom of the second sundae she got up and went home. As soon as she got back home she fell asleep, allowing the thousands of calories she had just consumed to digest. Waking up that evening, Beth had something special planned for herself on the nightly feast of her birthday. She was going to eat an entire cake to herself in front of her camera. She had the cake specially made, having them draw an icing pig eating from a trough on top. Instead of her age, she had them write her weight, with the number 176 written in icing on top of the pig. Having given the food in her tummy time to settle, she was now hungry again. “Hello again, Diary. Are you ready for this? Remember that special thing I had planned for myself that I told you about this morning? Well hear it is. I’m going to eat this entire birthday cake using no utensils. It has my weight written on it, and a picture of a piggy! Isn’t it just so cute? So yeah, I’m about to stuff myself full of birthday cake! Ready? Set. Here I go!” Sitting at her kitchen table with nothing to distract her, using no utensils, Beth starts shoveling handfuls of cake in her mouth. Crumbs and icing cover her face, hands, and fingers, and she greedily licks them clean between mouthfuls of moist pastry. As the cake slowly begins to disappear, and Beth begins to feel herself reach the limits of her stomach capacity, she gets her second wind, brings the cake to the floor, and prepares to eat it with nothing but her mouth. Running her hands over her naked body, shoving her face into the cake, her large, quivering rear end up in the air, stuffed belly pushing against her thighs, breasts hanging free, and mimicking the fat pig on her birthday cake, she continues to stuff herself full of the sweet pastry just like a prize piggy at a trough. When she finished every bite of the cake, she lay stuffed against one of her kitchen counters, drearily holding her bloated gut. As if in a daze, she begins to pull herself to her feet using the counter for support. Against all logic, against all reason, she begins to mix a weight gain shake. Pouring the thousands of calories of the shake into the container above her bed and moving her camcorder into the bedroom, she lies back in bed and begins to suck every drop into her overstuffed stomach. Playing with herself and squirming in unbridled ecstasy, Beth orgasms repeatedly as one hand masturbates her sopping wet pussy while the other explores her expanding, overfed body. Content with having just pushed her appetite further than she had all year, Beth lies on her side, rubbing her gorged tummy, and falls into a food coma, her camera left recording into the night. After the binge on her 23rd birthday Beth redoubled her efforts to get as fat as possible. It was a need, deep inside her, that grew with every pound she gained. She needed to be buried in fat, covered in countless rolls, her skin home to legions of stretch marks and cellulite. She needed it so intensely, she could not stand it. Therefore, in only two months’ time, Beth’s gluttony had caused her to gain twenty more pounds leaving her at about 196. Even though she was just shy of two hundred pounds, Beth felt she was officially a fatty now. Standing in her apartment, playing with her full, heavy DD breasts, Beth was examining all of the changes on her body in one of the many mirrors she had around her home. She was about to record a new video entry, and she had just stuffed herself full of two cheesesteaks and a heaping pile of perogies and onion rings, washing it all down with rum and coke. She loved checking herself out while standing in front of a full-length mirror, playing with all her new fat. It sometimes surprised her how big she was now. She loved catching all those little milestones of her weight gain. It was the little things, like when she saw her ass starting to jiggle when she walked at around 120, her tummy starting to crease when she bent over at around 150, cellulite and stretch marks by 175, and now, finally, at 196 pounds she officially had a double chin and a belly that would hang down even when she was standing. Due to how fast she was piling on weight her stretch marks had spread further. Little red lines were creeping along her belly, sides, boobs, hips, thighs and butt, growing longer and thicker. The creases on her sides had turned into soft folds, and her plump, juicy ass and meaty thighs just kept ballooning, continuing to be her largest feature. Beth could no longer pass for just being chubby; she was a full-fledged fatty now, and getting fatter and fatter every day. “Mmmmm…Hi, Diary. Guess what I’ve been up to?” Beth lifted her tiny belly and jiggled it. “That’s right. I’ve been pigging the fuck out. See how my belly hangs now even when I’m standing? That belly is just going to hang lower and lower, because I’m nowhere near done growing this fat ass of mine. I’m so stuffed right now, too. So full of cheesesteak and fried food. I swear my stretch marks spread even further than they were yesterday. Ooof, I’m so full, but, ya know, maybe just a little bit more wouldn’t hurt. What do you think, Diary?” With that, Beth pulled out a jar full of peanut butter cups to munch on while she took her latest measurements for her video log. Moaning seductively and with pleasure while stuffing her face with candy, Beth proceeded to measure herself. Her mouth was too full of food to say the measurements out loud, so instead she just showed the tape to the camera. Her chest and tits ballooned to 42.5”, her waist was now 33”, her huge ass was 46.5”, and she now sports 24” round thighs. Swallowing what she had in her mouth, Beth spoke to her camera, “As you can see my bedroom is covered in pastries and sweets. I’ve also invested in a second weight gain shake container above my bed to help keep me stuffed. Also, and I know this is kinda crazy, but I found these prescription appetite enhancers through an online source, and bought enough to last me years. So yeah, here’s to my first dose of appetite enhancer!” Beth then showed two blue pills to the camera, and popped them in her mouth. “You see, Diary, I plan on staying in my room, stuffing myself full of all these delicious treats and ordering delivery until I’m well over 200 pounds. I will not leave here until I’m there. The next time you see me I’m going to be a 200 plus pound fatty!” Full of anticipation, ready to begin her experiment, Beth lay down naked in her bed and began to stuff herself silly. When she could not handle any more pastry she sucked down the weight gain shake from the tube, only taking breaks to smoke pot, nap, and masturbate. All day she feasted, rubbing her bulging, distended gut, allowing herself to rudely belch and pass gas without restraint. She was caring less and less about her manners these days, she was enjoying being a bit of a slob. Those appetite enhancers worked wonders too, she was able to eat non-stop. She was in ecstasy, addicted to the rush of being stuffed beyond sanity. After hours of doing this to herself, Beth, while stuffing one éclair after another into her maw, notices that her pastry supply is running short and that amazingly enough she would need more. She also realized that since she had to get up anyway, she might as well make more of the weight gain mixture. Moreover, hell, why get up now? Why not order a pizza, get up when it arrives, and take care of everything else then? So that is what Beth did. She ordered an extra-large stuffed crust pizza with ranch dressing to dip the crusts in and when it arrived she gathered more pastries and goodies from her pantry, mixed more weight gain shake, then plopped her bulky ass back in bed with a bottle of vodka and began shoveling as much food as she could into her round face. This went on for weeks, but Beth either did not know or did not care. She was lost in a nirvana of food and gluttony, seemingly unaware that she passed 200 pounds days ago. All she did all day was eat, get high, eat, get drunk, eat, get high, then eat some more. Her belly slowly inflated in front of her and her body widened and took up more space on the bed. Observing herself from the mirror above, she watched as her stretch marks worked their way over her midsection, and how she was forming fresh ones on her arms. After over a month of unbridled feasting in bed, Beth awoke in drunken daze to a room full of pizza boxes, Chinese food bags, pastry wrappers, empty ice cream containers, milk jugs, soda bottles, and just about anything else you could imagine. Drearily, slightly hung over, she rolled out of bed and wandered to the kitchen to discover she had eaten everything in her apartment! She couldn't believe it, how long had she been pigging out? Catching a glimpse of herself standing in the mirror, Beth gasped at how much fatter she had gotten in such a short amount of time. There was no way she could hide that double chin now, not that she wanted to, and her arms were so much softer and heavier than ever before. She hugged her large, swollen tits and loved the way her plump arms made everything feel so plush. Her breasts were so large now, none of the bras she owned would fit her, and they began to rest on either side of her protruding gut. Her belly was really starting to take on weight, jutting out proudly, but it was no match for her massive ass. Wow, her butt had really plumped up! She could not believe it! She reached back and grabbed it with both hands, kneading the soft dimpled flesh of her huge behind. Her hands moved to her sides, playing with her fleshy rolls. She then grabbed her belly in both hands and shook it, causing every bit of her to shake and wobble. Who was this fat butterball in the mirror? This shameless, hungry hog, covered in stretch marks? It couldn’t possibly be her, could it? Moaning, biting her lower lip, hypnotized by her new reflection, Beth could hardly conceive that she let herself get this big. Running to the bathroom to weigh herself, her whole body jiggling wildly as she moved, she stepped on the scale and saw it land on 218 pounds. Amazing, in almost a year and a half Beth managed to pile on over a hundred pounds! A whimper escapes Beth’s lips, and as her legs buckle beneath her she falls to the floor and begins masturbating. A hundred pounds, oh my, over a hundred pounds fatter, what a fat little piggy she has been. Orgasm after orgasm rocks her body as she thrashes in bliss over how fat she’s getting. What has she done to herself? She just cannot stop eating, oh, that hungry, horny, fattening feeling. She cannot keep her hands off herself, playing with her tits, rubbing her belly, squeezing her ass. She was just so fat now, and deep down, the part that turned her on the most was that she knew this was just the beginning. How far will she go, how big will she end up? Beth did not care, she only knew that she was hungry, and that she would keep eating and gaining until she was satisfied. Beth ran back to her bedroom, her whole body shaking, and turned on her camera. “Oh my God look what I’ve done to myself,” Beth nearly screamed, “I’m getting so fucking huge and I can’t stop eating! Holy shit, oh my god. I’ve been in a daze since my last entry, and I woke up today to find I’ve eaten everything, EVERYTHING in my apartment! I’m 218 pounds now!” Beth shook her belly for the camera. “Look at this fat gut, oh my god, holy shit, I’m so turned on right now. And hungry. So goddamn hungry all of the time. I need to eat, I’ll do measurements later, I just…” Beth paused, reflecting on what she meant to say next. “I needed to record this moment.” Popping some more appetite enhancers, smoking a blunt, and taking a shot of whiskey, Beth got dressed in the only thing that fit her, a hoody and sweatpants. She then got in her car and drove to the nearest all-you-can-eat buffet. Hungrier than she could ever remember being, Beth was eating food off of her plate before she even sat at a table. Loading plates high with mountains of fat and carbs to consume she ate all morning at the buffet. Pancakes, breakfast sandwiches, cinnamon buns, and piles and piles of bacon were devoured over the course of two hours. At one point while eating handfuls of bacon, Beth accidently let loose a rather loud fart. Some people sitting near her noticed, but didn’t say anything. Face turning bright red, Beth lifted her fat ass cheek up and let loose the rest of her gas, figuring she might as well at this point. Relieved, Beth reflected on how much gassier she’s been lately and what a fat, disgusting pig she was turning into. An hour later they brought out lunch, and Beth figured she might as well get her money’s worth. Piling her plates high with roast beef, potatoes, mac and cheese, wings, and pasta, she continued to fill the void that was her stomach. Employees took notice of this fat woman who had been slowly stuffing herself for hours non-stop, and Beth noticed them pointing and snickering to each other at how crazy she must have looked. Finally, after a plate full of cakes and ice cream, Beth felt it was time to go back home and finish her diary. “Okay Diary, I’m back, urrp, sorry, ugh, kinda really, really full. A growing girl’s gotta eat, ya know! So how about we measure this fat body of mine and see how much I’ve grown! I have to buy a whole new wardrobe, I’ve outgrown everything I own! Let’s get some measurements so I know which size clothes to buy, and, well, make sure they’re kinda slutty to show off this sexy fat ass of mine…” Beth wiggled her butt at the camera, the cellulite ridden flesh bouncing and waving. “Alright, so, where’s my measuring tape? Aw, here it is, under these Little Debbie wrappers and ice cream containers, teehee. Oh my, my chest is 45.5”, mmmm, my waist is 35”, heehee, oh my god, this big fat ass of my is 49.5”, holy shit, and my thighs are 26.5”. Jesus, I’m turning into a regular butterball, what a fat pig I’m becoming! I guess that’s what happens when you constantly stuff your face like I’ve been doing. Oh well, guess I’m truly a fatty now. Until next time, diary!” Beth turned off her camera and slipped into bed, cradling her swollen, fat belly. Four months later Beth lumbered into her doctor’s office for another physical. She hadn’t weighed herself in weeks, and was excited to see how much weight she’s piled on recently. Last time she stepped on a scale she was at just about 230, and she was really hoping she was over 250 by now. She purposefully refrained from checking though, she wanted to be just as surprised as her doctor. “Beth? Will you come with me please?” A nurse asked from the doorway. Hoisting her fat ass out of the seat, Beth followed the nurse down the hallway. She is starting to walk funny, she realizes, her big fat thighs pushing her legs further and further apart. She does very little walking anymore, and so this trip to the doctor’s office was one of the few times she got to examine how differently she moved. As Beth sat on the bed, she noticed the nurse going over her chart and her eyes widen when she scanned the weight from her last visit. She then composed herself. “The doctor will be here soon, but first I need a blood sample.” The nurse said. “No problem.” Beth said, lifting her sleeve. The nurse took a blood sample and left. Beth sat waiting for what seemed like forever, and when the doctor finally came in she looked at her chart, looked at Beth, looked at the chart again, and then turned and left without saying a word. At first, Beth was confused, but then she realized. “She thinks she has the wrong chart!” She mused, excitedly. The doctor returned and said bluntly, “Beth, you’ve put on a lot of weight since your last visit.” Well, duh, Beth thought, but instead she said, “I guess I have been filling out a bit, haven’t I?” “You have no idea how unhealthy this is for you. Look!” The doctor took Beth’s blood pressure. “You’re 140 over 190! Do you drink alcohol? Since when do you drink?” Beth flushed. The doctor held the stethoscope against Beth’s plush chest and told her to breathe. “And do you smoke? Your lungs sound weezy.” The doctor said. “Yes to both of those. I’ve taken up smoking pot and drinking.” Beth said honestly. “And the weight gain? What’s your diet like?” “Fast food, mostly. A lot of fast food.” Beth said, face turning bright red with both embarrassment and pleasure from this humiliating experience. “You need to stop, this is incredibly unhealthy. The blood sample shows a dangerously high blood sugar level, and your cholesterol is 240! You’re at serious risk for type two diabetes and heart problems later in life. You’re young, and I know you probably aren’t thinking ahead, but listen. If you get diabetes, that’s permanent, and you’ll never, ever be able to lose weight. You’ll be put on medication that regulates your insulin levels to overcome the resistance you’re building. If you keep eating like you are, the effects are irreversible, and even the medication will increase your levels of hunger and lethargy. You are shortening your lifespan. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” “Yes.” Beth said. “Do you plan on changing your lifestyle?” “I’ll do what I can.” Beth said, fingers crossed behind her back. “Good, let’s get you on the scale then.” Beaming with excitement, Beth stepped on the scale. “Two hundred and fifty four pounds. That’s stage three obesity.” Beth audibly gasped, her hand went to cover her mouth. “Surprised, are you? Well, it isn’t too late to turn this around, Beth. Come and see me again within the year for another checkup, eat healthy, and try and shed some of this weight. Here are some diet plans and weight loss pamphlets, these should help you.” Beth took the pamphlets from the doctor in a daze, still stunned that she now weighed over 250 pounds. Obese, the doctor said. Stage three obesity, that was so hot. And Beth had to agree, as she left the doctor’s office and threw the weight loss pamphlets in the trash, she was finally starting to feel obese. Later that day, dressed in workout clothes that barely fit her, Beth prepared to see how fast she could run a mile now. Standing at the starting line, she assumed position. Her belly pressed uncomfortably against her thighs as she bent down, her huge ass waving in the air. Her tits hung and swayed against her arms. It was laughable to think of how out of shape she was. Hitting her stopwatch, she gave it her all and pushed herself to run as fast as her new 254 pound obese body could carry her. She threw herself forward a few steps moving as fast as she could. Her legs brushed uncomfortably together, chaffing her inner thighs, and she had to swing them out and around just to manage to gain momentum. Her big, heavy tits bounced so much they slapped against her second chin. Her belly swayed ponderously, jiggling freely from beneath her low cut top. Her titanic ass bounced hypnotically. Every bit of her big fat body slapped against itself as she moved as fast as her fat legs would allow. She couldn’t even make it halfway around the track before she was walking, catching her breath. Determined to do her best, she pushed herself to try and lightly jog, and only managed another few yards before slowing down again, heaving and weezing. She just couldn’t run anymore. For the next two laps Beth walked as fast as she could, stopping every so often to catch her breath. She had some major heartburn, and her legs were incredibly sore. On her fourth lap her left leg cramped up hard on her, and she limped around the track, finally dragging her fat, exhausted, heaving body across the finish line. “24 minutes, five seconds.” Beth said, completely winded and covered in sweat. She paused for a moment considering this, and then started laughing. “Wow, I fucking suck at running now!” Beth mused as she dragged herself into her car and drove home. That evening, Beth felt it might be time to return to her gym one last time. Jiggling all over with each step, Beth entered her old gym to a lobby full of people who at first didn’t recognize the former soccer star. All they saw was a fat and bloated young woman who had clearly piled on a lot of weight recently, as evidenced by her fresh red stretch marks and extremely tight gym clothing. Only when Beth presented her gym pass, which showed a photo of her back when she was still playing soccer, did the receptionist recognize her. The receptionist’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t say anything to Beth. Instead, as Beth walked away she heard the receptionist whisper to her friends and the sounds of muffled laughter as they made fun of her behind her back. Ignoring them, moving forward, her roly-poly body shaking wildly with every step, Beth walked right past the treadmills, right past the weight benches, right past the swimming pool, and entered into the gym cafeteria. Going up to the counter she ordered a monster mass bodybuilding shake. She knew they were a thousand calories each, and the highest calorie drink they served here. The buff, athletic man behind the counter could not believe this fatso had just asked for a weight gainer. “Seriously? That’s the last thing you need. Can I recommend a juice instead?” “You’ll give me what I ask for.” Beth said as she slipped him a hundred dollar bill. Without making eye contact with her, sighing, the man behind the counter made Beth her monster mass weight gainer. As soon as he handed it to her she drank it immediately and asked for more. The poor guy couldn’t believe it, but as Beth gave him another hundred he gave in and made her another shake like the last one. Again, Beth finished it right in front of him and asked for another. Seeing him hesitate, Beth dangled another hundred in front of him while seductively rubbing her gut. “No, I’m sorry, I can’t encourage this.” He said while walking into the back room. Upset, Beth turned to leave, only to discover she had attracted a crowd with her shenanigans at the gym cafeteria. Word had spread that the former star athlete had more than doubled in size. People were taking pictures and video of her with their phones and whispering to each other, so she decided to entertain them. Walking over to the vending machine, she bought candy bar after candy bar. Reese’s, Kit-Kats, Hershey’s, Snickers, and she unwrapped and piled them all on a table in front of her. Sitting down, her hefty ass spilling over the sides of a chair meant for much smaller rumps than hers, she started shoving the sweet, sugary chocolate bars in her mouth. “Do you remember Beth, the soccer player? Well, look at her now!” Beth heard someone say as they pointed their camera phone at her. Looking up from her binge, Beth saw that a group of girls from a rival team she used to play against had gathered to record the star athlete turned fat heifer. They wanted to see a show? They were going to get one. Beth’s face and hands were smeared with chocolate as she consumed two Hershey bars stacked on top of each other at once. Finishing them, she popped two Reese’s Cups into her mouth, followed by a third one, her plump cheeks bulging full of peanut butter and chocolate. As she chewed, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. “Beth, is that really you?” Sheila, her former trainer, asked in shock. “Oh yeth, thith ith all me.” Beth muffled through a mouthful of candy. “You’re huge!” Sheila exclaimed. Beth swallowed what she had in her mouth, let out a roaring belch, and while patting her belly, said, “I guess I have gotten pretty fat.” She then proceeded to pick up a Kit-Kat bar in each hand. “Why don’t you put those candy bars down, sweetie? I’m trying to help you.” “But I can’t stop eating!” Beth whined innocently. “Yes you can, I believe in you,” Sheila responded, unaware that Beth was just playing with her and had no intention of losing weight. Oblivious to this, Sheila continued, “Let’s get you back in shape, hon. There’s a treadmill free right over here, you’ll be running a six minute mile again in no time!” “Mmmm, but these are sooo good!” Beth moaned as she plowed Kit-Kats into her chocolate covered mouth. Laughing wildly at Beth, her soccer rivals had now gone to the vending machines themselves and were piling more candy in front of Beth to eagerly consume, taunting their former athletic rival to eat every last bite of it. Her tummy growled loud enough for the whole room to hear, and Beth snuck an ass cheek over the side of her seat and cut one loose. “Ewww, did she just fart? What a slob!” One of the girls announced. “Come on, eat up you cow!” Another shouted, laying out more candy in front of Beth. “Thanks, girls!” Beth said cheerfully, dumping a bag of M&M’s in her mouth. They had no idea how turned on she was. “Ladies, don’t encourage her! Leave!” Sheila demanded. The mob of skinny, athletic, giggling girls left, already uploading everything they recorded to the internet. This is exactly what Beth wanted to happen, she wanted the world to know that her soccer days were done. She was sick of getting calls and messages about soccer team tryouts, and she knew this would put an end to it. Unwrapping the mound of chocolate bars that the girls left for her, Beth just kept eating. “Beth, are you kidding me? Honey, this lifestyle is so unhealthy, please stop,” Sheila pleaded with Beth as she finished off the last of her treats, “just look at what you’re doing to yourself! I don’t know how or why you’ve let yourself get so fat, but it’s never too late to lose weight!” Beth heard her, but didn’t care, she was done here. Without another word, licking her chocolate covered fingers, she stood up, giving her wide load of an ass an extra wiggle for everyone to see as she strutted out the front door. Walking across the street to into a KFC, Beth ordered two huge buckets full of fried chicken. She sat by the glass window near the entrance so everyone in her old gym could see the formerly thin vegan cram herself full of delicious, greasy fried goodness. Back home, Beth began to record another video log. “Hi Diary, you wouldn’t believe the day this fat tub of lard had. First, I visited the doctor, and he said I’m at risk for diabetes! That means this weight gain will be permanent, I can never lose weight again. So, she was all like, I have to stop eating and be healthy, blah, blah blah. Of course I have no plans on stopping, so what if I’m unhealthy? I’m happier than I’ve been in my entire life and nothing is going to stop me from growing even fatter!” Beth had a third tub of fried chicken that she brought home with her from KFC, and began to shovel it into her mouth while sitting in bed. She licked the grease from her fingers and pulled out her measuring tape to record her latest progress. “My boobs are now 49”. Can you imagine? I never would’ve believed I’d grow such huge, fat, hanging tits, but here they are! Look at how big my areolas are now, my nipples are bigger too. They feel so sensitive; it’s so very, very sexy. My waist is 36.5”, and check out that belly! It’s hanging farther and farther these days, and holds oh so much food. And check out this fat, dimpled ass of mine! It’s 53”, and my thighs are 29”! I’m such a fat ass, Diary. Such a huge, fat piggy.” Throwing her measuring tape aside, Beth started plowing more greasy fried chicken into her fat face, licking her lips clean, and then took a sip of her soda. “So yeah, after the doctor’s I tried running a mile again. Twenty-four minutes and five seconds is how long it took me! Can you believe this fatty used to run that in a quarter of the time?” Beth stopped to devour another piece of chicken, chug some more soda, and let loose a belch. “And then, Diary, for the finale, I visited my old gym. You should’ve seen them! Everyone was so shocked, they teased me and took video of me which I’m sure has found it’s way online. Good. I’m glad that happened, I want the world to know that Beth Edoness is now a big, fat glutton! And with that, Diary, I believe I’m done here. I’m getting closer and closer to three hundred every day, and from there, who knows where I’ll go? Until next time!” Beth hoisted herself off her bed. Cradling her bucket of fried chicken, Beth walked ponderously over to her camera and turned it off. Turning back to her bed, she got herself comfortable and finished off the entire tub of fast food. Still hungry, she filled her containers with weight gain formula, and passed out in bed full of fattening milkshake. Three months later a 280 pound Beth sits on her kitchen floor, stuffing slice after slice of chocolate cheesecake into herself. After every huge bite of cheesecake, she reaches beside her for a can of whipped cream that she would then spray into her mouth. She had just gotten back from a buffet, and felt she needed to fill herself up even more; she needed to burst out of her clothing. She was wearing shorts that fit her forty pounds ago, and a shirt that fit her fifty pounds ago with no bra on underneath it. She had worn this to the buffet, letting her stretch mark covered belly hang out for everyone to see. While she was eating a torn seam was spreading up the side of her shirt, and she realized she should probably finish eating at home otherwise she would end up topless in public. And so she sat on her kitchen floor and continued to fill herself to her limit. Her shorts developed a rip in the back, allowing her cellulite-ridden ass to poke through. Her shirt tore off first, tearing up to the sleeve and then falling off to the side. As Beth removed the tattered remains of her shirt she squeezed her large, sagging tits together and squealed in pleasure. Her shorts came off soon after, completely ripping through in the back setting her gargantuan butt free. She reached back and grabbed her huge, soft, cushion of an ass while groaning and stuffing another slice of cheesecake in her mouth, topping it off with whipped cream, and washing it down with soda. Forever lost was the hot soccer star from her college and high school years. Gone was the thin, trim, sexy beauty that every guy wanted. Instead, this obese whale of a woman, this uninhibited glutton, has replaced her. It would be impossible to turn back now, her body was far too ruined. Her metabolism is completely broken, her appetite is out of control, and all self-restraint has gone out the window. She is an obese girl now, hopelessly addicted to binge eating, and getting more obese with every day that goes by. Just simply walking tires her out, so any form of exercise is out of the question. Her non-stop gorging for almost two years has stretched her stomach to impossible limits and ruined any chance of her ever being able to lose weight, not that she wanted to. Beth has other plans. She plans on pushing her appetite even further, fully embracing the gluttonous feedee lifestyle. Nothing would stop her from stuffing herself to new limits and growing even fatter. After she was completely filled with cheesecake, Beth stands up to admire herself. My, oh my, she is becoming quite the obese hog. Her thunder thighs push her legs apart so much that she is starting to develop a waddle when she walks. Even her calves and feet are beginning to look plump, and her ass, oh, her corpulent, juicy ass is something to behold. It juts out like a shelf behind her, swaying and bouncing with every step. Her belly hangs over her pubic mound, and her sides are now home to multiple soft rolls of fat. She lifts and jiggles her belly, letting it drop and slap against her cottage cheese thighs. Every bit of her is covered in stretch marks now, both new and old, and she wears them as badges of honor in testament to her gluttony and hedonism. Her big, bulging DDD tits sag and rest gently on her belly, Beth would have never believed she was meant to have such huge boobs. Her arms are like pillows against her sides, and her face is home to a thick double chin. Every bit of her is swollen, fat, soft, round, obese, and growing. She absolutely adores it. Later that night after a nice nap, Beth gets up, pops a few appetite enhancers, and orders an extra-large stuffed crust meat lover's pizza with extra cheese, with a side dish of pasta and breadsticks. Sitting on her large plush ass and smoking a blunt while rubbing her belly, Beth recalls a time a hundred and fifty pounds ago when she could barely finish a whole medium pizza. Now she was challenging herself with an extra-large one and more! When the pizza arrives, Beth can barely stand it she is so hungry. Tearing the pizza and pasta from the delivery boy's hands and throwing money at him, she slams the door and digs right in. It is amazing how fast Beth can eat now, eating half a slice with every bite, cramming in as much food as she can. Beth farts noisily as she rubs her belly with one hand and feeds her face with the other, but she barely notices. Watching herself eat in a mirror, she observes her jiggling flesh wobble with every movement, this huge blimp of a woman who just loves her pizza, this unrestricted glutton. Every bite serving to make her fatter and fatter, she just feels so warm, hungry, and heavy now. With half a pizza down, Beth turns towards the pasta and breadsticks. Dipping the breadsticks in the pasta cheese sauce, she devours them whole with each bite. The pasta and breadsticks are gone and Beth is starting to feel full. Lying back on the couch with the pizza box within arm’s reach, she feeds herself slice after slice, chewing and savoring every bite as show slowly fills herself up. If only her former dorm mates could see her! What would they think? She had spent almost two years constantly stuffed without a day going by she was not filled to the brim. She even found herself waking up in the middle of the night to microwave a plate of french fries smothered in cheddar cheese and bacon, or to put away a container of frosting. As she approached the final pizza slice she glowed with accomplishment, she had no idea it would be this easy! After eating the last slice, Beth sat covered in pizza grease and sauce rubbing her full, fat belly. Belching loudly, she got up and lumbered over to her blender where she filled a large container full of weight gain shake and polished it off in bed. On the morning of her 24th birthday, Beth sat undressed on the edge of her bed recording her latest video diary. Her belly surged out, laying gently in her lap, while her massive thighs and fat, juicy ass spread out on the bed beneath her. Smoking a blunt in one hand and holding a 40 oz in the other she spoke into her camera about the latest update on her weight gain. “Hello again, Diary. Just starting the day right by getting high and a bit drunk! It’s my birthday again, and I know it’s been awhile since my last update, but look how much fatter I’ve gotten!” Beth stood up and showed off her new girth. Her belly hung lower, resting against her legs, and her huge tits sagged, her nipples pointing down. Her sides were covered in rolls upon rolls, and her fat, round face was grinning from ear to ear. “I’m 296 pounds now, just four pounds away from my original goal! But, ya know, I don’t think I’m nearly fat enough yet. I feel huge, don’t get me wrong, but now that I’m this close to being a three hundred pound fatty it just feels like I need so much more.” Beth chugged her beer, burping rudely. “Oof, sorry Diary, I’m so gassy all the time now, I can’t control it. At first I was totally embarrassed by how often I’ve been farting and burping, especially in public, but it’s also pretty fucking hot. It’s all part of being a fatty, I guess. My appetite is completely out of control! Like, it’s sometimes scary. I crash after almost every binge I have, napping for a few hours, and I wake up hungrier and hungrier each time! I don’t have a regular sleeping pattern anymore, all I do is nap and binge all the time! And just look at what this lifestyle has done to this poor body of mine! My boobs overflow all of my bras now. Remember when these used to be small, firm, perky tits? Now look at them! Look at these fat, sagging udders covered in stretch marks. Look how big my areolas have gotten! I used to have tiny nickel sized areolas, now they’re as round as a baseball! These are some fat titties for sure, I’ve just turned into such a fat, hungry, horny pig! Wanna hear my latest measurements?” Beth bent over to pick up her measuring tape, grunting with exertion, her belly getting in the way, her massive ass pushing up into the air. “I have a 54” chest now, and it feels incredible. These hugely obese, fat knockers make me feels so womanly, so sexy. I have a 40” waist now! My belly and midsection have really blown up since my last measurements, and it’s about time. I love my big, fat, sexy belly soooo much. And my ass, oh Diary, my ass is 59”, that’s almost the whole measuring tape! What I whale I’ve become, mmmm, ohhh, and check out these thunder thighs, they’re 33” around. Oh my, what I fat hog I’ve turned into!” Beth couldn’t help herself, she just started masturbating on camera. Finishing off the rest of her beer and putting out her blunt she brought herself to an explosive climax right in the middle of her video diary. Laying on her back, her body thrashing wildly, her belly wobbling back and forth in the air, she screamed with unbridled pleasure as she came. “Sorry about that, I’m just so horny all of the time now. I masturbate constantly, I can’t seem to stop myself anymore. It’s as though I’ve lost all willpower. All I do is eat, drink, smoke and cum.” Beth cleaned herself up and continued her video. “So, anyway, today’s my birthday. And this fat tub of lard is going to pig out like she’s never pigged out before. I’ve gained 120 pounds since my last birthday, and I’m so close to 300. I plan on eating birthday cake on camera just like last year. I’m also expecting a massive grocery delivery today to stock my fridge with, and I don’t plan on leaving my apartment until I’m well over 300 pounds. I’m just going to lie in bed and feed myself for weeks on end until I get there. Wish me luck!” Stomach growling, Beth finds herself waddling into the same McDonalds she went to on her last birthday, only now a hundred and twenty pounds heavier at 296. Dressed as slutty as ever, her titanic ass hanging out of her shorts, abundant cleavage and massive belly on display for all to gawk at, she places her order. Beth orders four double quarter pounders, four large fries, and four large chocolate shakes. The cashier just stares in silence as he hands over the tray full of food to Beth who takes a seat at a booth and begins shoveling food in her face. The first burger is gone within a few bites along with a bag of fries. The second disappears just as easily. Beth slurps through two of the chocolate shakes to wash them down. The third burger goes more slowly, and with all the french fries gone and nothing but one burger and one shake left, Beth realizes with delight that she can still eat far more! Polishing off the last burger, Beth leaves to go to the Dunkin Donuts drive through. After ordering a dozen donuts, Beth can barely wait to get home to start eating them and so instead starts eating in her car. Smearing her face with frosting, belching between bites, farting into her car seat, Beth can barely pay attention to the road as she stuffs her face uncontrollably. By the time Beth got home there is only four doughnuts left in the box, and she was quite full. Carrying them up to her apartment, she finishes them off and falls asleep while playing with her fat, bloated belly. After her mid-day nap, she got up and waddled over to her bed that was prepared with two large containers of weight gain shake and surrounded with piles of calorie-laden treats. She switched on her camera, smiling without a word, and turned toward her bed. In the center of it were two birthday cakes just like last year, only this time with her goal, 300, written on each one. Beth began to stuff herself, eating beyond what people much heavier than her could ever dream. Her weight gain had not kept up with her appetite, and while she was no doubt substantially overweight, she had the voracious appetite of an immobile blob. On her hands and knees, she plunges into both of the birthday cakes, her belly swaying and slowly filling beneath her. Beth slaps and massages her obese ass and stuffs more piggy cake in her mouth with the other hand. After most of the cake is gone, Beth turns to the weight gain shake. Lying in bed, sucking greedily on her feeding tube, she observes her rotund form in the mirror above her. Her belly rests on her big, flabby thighs, her hips spreading further and further. Her tits, dear lord, her tits are so massive now. She grabs them with both hands, their soft flesh poking out between her fingers. As the last bit of weight gain shake pours down her gullet a groan escapes Beth as she rolls over on her stomach, her enormous ass wobbling in the air, and she struggles to pull her stuffed and bloated body toward the rest of her birthday cake. Her ham-like arms jiggle furiously as they move to cram the delicious, fattening pastry in her face as fast as possible. She cannot stop eating, she will not stop eating. The next day arrives and Beth is still in bed, going between napping, smoking pot, drinking weight gain shakes and liquor while stuffing her fat face with treats. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, and whenever she runs out of food in her kitchen, she simply has more groceries and takeout delivered to her. Four months of twenty-four hour gorging have their desired effect on Beth; she has gained weight faster than ever before. Deciding it might finally be time to get up, Beth rolls out of bed onto a mound of wrappers and containers. Beth had another doctor’s appointment to go to today. She missed her last one because she lost track of what day it was a few weeks ago, and so she had to make it to this one so she could find out her new weight. Again, she purposefully refrained from checking her weight the past few months just so she could surprise herself at the doctor’s. Ponderously lumbering into her bathroom to relieve herself, Beth examines her fatter body in the mirror. Her belly completely covers her pussy now, hanging down halfway onto her thighs. Her tits are now bloated and hanging fat udders that rest to either side of her huge wobbling belly. Turning to admire her backside her jaw drops as she observes the fat, sagging, dimpled shelf of an ass she grew. Every inch of her is just so fat and portly, covered in folds, stretch marks and cellulite. Her thighs touch all the way to her knees now, forcing her to waddle considerably. Her double chin has grown, rounding out her face further, and a third chin is starting to show up. Countless rolls dominate her sides and her flabby arms lay gently against them. Such a big, fat girl, such a hungry piggy with no desire to stop or slow down. Rubbing her voracious stretch mark covered belly a moan escapes her lips as she picks up the phone and orders more groceries. After ordering enough groceries to restock all three of her fridges, she got dressed in a tight, revealing shirt that let her belly hang out, and shorts that proudly displayed her cottage cheese thighs and the crack of her widening ass. Satisfied, she got in her car and drove to the doctor’s. “Three hundred and fifty three pounds!” The doctor announced, astonished. Beth flushed, she couldn’t believe it. Over a hundred pounds fatter than her last visit! She couldn’t wait to get home and share this with her diary. “Beth, you need to start caring about your health, this is insane.” Her doctor insisted. “Go on…” Was all Beth could manage, she was still flustered from the news of her latest weigh-in. “You’re never going to be able to lose weight now. I warned you that you would develop type two diabetes if you didn’t change your lifestyle, and, well, the blood results show that you are now diabetic. I’m going to prescribe you insulin shots, you need to take these daily now to help regulate your blood sugar levels. I’m afraid this means you will never be able to lose weight, your high insulin levels will not permit the burning of body fat. The best you can hope for is to not gain any more weight and try and maintain your blood sugar levels from getting any higher.” “You mean…I’m stuck being a fatty?” Beth asked, feigning naivety. “Well, unfortunately, yes. I warned you a hundred pounds ago this could happen. Also, your blood pressure and cholesterol are through the roof! What have you been eating? You need to stop smoking and drinking. You must realize what you are doing to yourself, your are putting a tremendous strain on your heart and body. Don’t you care about living a long, healthy life?” “Actually, doctor, I don’t care about living a long, healthy life.” Beth found herself saying. Her doctor sat there, shocked. Beth continued. “Let’s be honest here, I’ve tripled my weight the past few years because I love food, and I clearly don’t care about my health. So let’s cut to the chase. I’m not changing my lifestyle. I’m probably going to end up even fatter than I am now. So what can I expect?” Her doctor paused for a moment, tapping her pen against her clipboard. “You can expect to live a short life. But if that’s what you want I can’t stop you. All I ask is that you make regular visits so that we can catch anything life threatening before it gets too serious. Is there no way I can convince you to treat yourself better?” “Doctor, I believe I treat myself just fine.” Beth said, rubbing her massive gut. “Very well. Have a nice day then, Beth.” The doctor said dejectedly, and then left. It was true, Beth realized. She didn’t care if she lived a long life. It was far more important to her to live a short, happy life. “The star that burns twice as bright…” Beth heard herself mumble. Smiling, she left the doctor’s office. After picking up her insulin prescription and giving herself her first insulin shot, Beth pulls into the track and field she used to train at years ago. A wave of determination hit her, and she wanted to see just how well a 350 pound, morbidly obese diabetic could run a full mile. Walking from her car to the starting line already made her out of breath. Composing herself, she hit her stopwatch and began to waddle as fast as she could around the track. She couldn’t run anymore, her thighs were too large and she was just too heavy to move at a pace any faster than a brisk walk. She couldn’t even make it halfway around the track before having a seat at the bleachers. Weezing, heaving, Beth felt something in her hoody pocket. It was a Snickers bar! Munching on it, polishing it off in just a few bites, she felt her tummy rumble. Looking around to make sure she was along, Beth let rip a massive fart against the bleacher. What an out of shape, lazy, disgusting fatso she was now! Feeling rested, she hauled herself back up off the bleachers to continue her way around the track. Sore, aching with heartburn, lightheaded, dripping with sweat and completely out of breath, Beth finished a single lap of the track. She couldn’t go on, she just couldn’t. Her body was far to ruined to even be capable of traveling a full mile by foot. Her timer had gone past fifteen minutes at this point, which means it’d take her over an hour to finish! Who has time for that? Beth collapsed back in her car, guzzled a mountain dew, lit a joint, and as she drove away from the track for the last time she threw her stopwatch out the window. A wave of hunger hit her, a combination of the appetite enhancers she’s been taking, the joint she just smoked, and her high insulin levels. She felt she could eat more than ever before. Pulling up at a McDonalds drive thru, Beth finds herself placing an order of ten double quarter pounders with cheese and ten big macs. The cashier gives her a look, but said nothing as he hands her bags and bags full of greasy, fattening cheeseburgers. She will never eat twenty cheeseburgers, will she? Smoking a blunt on her way home to prepare herself for a fast food feast, she feels overcome by a wave of hunger deeper and stronger than anything she has ever felt. She’s over 350 pounds now, diabetic, and unable to run at all anymore. It’s almost unreal. So big, so fat, so hungry, so horny. Parking her car Beth waddles as fast as she can back to her apartment carrying her bags full of burgers. She must look ridiculous, Beth mused, this big fat whale of a girl, sweaty, carrying so many bags of McDonalds with her. As soon as she entered her apartment Beth threw the bags on her dining room table, grabbed a couple two liters of soda from the fridge, squirmed out of her tight, restricting clothing, took a moment to catch her breath and prepared to fill herself full of fatty cheeseburgers. Beth held the first cheeseburger inches from her mouth, and a small moan swept past it. Her body quivered, glistening with a sheen of sweat, and suddenly she could not take the anticipation any longer. She plunged the burger halfway into her mouth and bit down, feeling her cheeks swell with cheese and beef and lard. She gasped, and her titanic breasts and belly jiggled in turn as waves of pleasure ran through her. As she pushed the second half of the burger into her mouth, she envisioned what twenty cheeseburgers would do to her body. She would grow, layers upon layers of soft, supple fat building up on every part of her, she couldn't even imagine how massive her breasts, ass, and belly would become as she gained pound after pound, and that was all part of the fun. She did not really care all that much where the weight went, though; all she cares about was that she was growing, getting bigger, fatter, more gluttonous with every day. She was going to get so huge. Halfway through her pile of burgers and she was starting to worry herself. Is she really that much of a hog now that she can eat ten cheeseburgers and still not be full? Tilting her head back and chugging a two liter of soda, letting loose a long, loud belch, Beth thought back to when only two cheeseburgers filled her; so much is different now. Horny and moaning while recalling how much her body has changed and how much of an oversized whale she has become, she notices her belly is pressing into the table in front of her. Lifting it up and allowing her bloated gut to rest on top of the table her hunger comes back with full force, as if she has eaten nothing at all. Five more burgers disappear into her eager stomach and now the reality of her situation begins to set in. She is going to end up immobile, she is out of control. Three more burgers are stuffed into her face. Moaning and thrashing she felt her chair creak, and in a flash the legs gave out and she found herself sitting on her floor. Her kitchen chair obliterated by her fat ass, Beth releases monstrous fart against the kitchen floor. Giggling to herself, undaunted by her broken furniture, Beth observes that only two cheeseburgers are left sitting on her plate. Breathing heavily, covered in bits of food, grease and sweat, Beth grabs the last two burgers, one in each hand, and polishes them off. Rubbing and playing with her cheeseburger filled gut, Beth chugs the last of the soda and lets out a final, roaring belch. Reaching beneath her flabby belly to play with herself, she notices how her belly is starting to get in the way of her masturbating. This turned her on so much, the thought of getting too fat to finger herself, of getting too fat to even get out of bed. It all seemed so inevitable now, like this was how it was meant to be. Beth thought of how hot she would feel if she gained a hundred more pounds of blubber, how much delicious food she would get to eat to grow herself past 400, 500, hell, maybe even 600 pounds! After having multiple orgasms at the thought of growing immobile, Beth got up and took a shower in her extra-wide stall, dried off, and plopped down on the edge of her bed. Lazily reaching for the remote for her camera, she hit the record button. “Oof, hi again, Diary. Have I got some news for you!” Beth pulled out another insulin shot and gave it to herself. “See that? That’s an insulin shot. I’m diabetic now! It’s impossible for me to ever lose weight! Cool, huh? Also…” Beth slowly stood up, her hands exploring every inch of herself. “I can’t run anymore. It’s physically impossible! I couldn’t even make it around the track more than once before giving up, so I guess my running days are finally over!” She slapped her belly, sending ripples all throughout her body. “Serves me right, just look how fat I’m getting. You know what I weigh now? I’m 353 pounds of unyielding lard, Diary. Oh, such a fatso. I just couldn’t stop eating, could I?” Moaning, Beth shakes her tits for the camera and then turns and rubs her ass. “I’m just such a naughty fat girl, aren’t I? Such a ridiculously rotund, completely insatiable fat whale of a woman. I even had to buy a new, longer measuring tape, check it out!” Beth pulled out an extra long measuring tape and began sizing herself up. “Okay Diary, you ready for this? My chest is 60”, I mean, just look at these two wobbly, absurdly huge and obese sagging knockers. My waist is 45”, my ass, oh sweet Jesus, my ass is 68” of fat, round booty connecting to my 38” thighs. Oh my God, what a blimp I am! Mmmmm…” Beth trailed off and began to unconsciously masturbate. She lifts her large bosom and belly with her fat arms, letting them drop, watching her belly and breasts bounce and wiggle. Her belly slaps against her massive thighs, obscuring her crotch and sagging towards the floor. It's difficult for Beth to even reach her titanic ass anymore, as the shelf behind you grows uncontrollably with the rest of her fat and bloated body. The thin girl she once was is gone forever, replaced by an obese and bloated glutton, a mountainous woman with no limits to how fat she'll get. All she thinks about is more food, and getting even fatter. Beth realizes her willpower is broken and there's no turning back, there’s only growing bigger, and fatter, and bigger and fatter… Over the next few months Beth only got out of bed to go to the kitchen or go to get fast food somewhere in town. Her fast food stuffing sessions were enormous and much more frequent, and Beth found that her binge of twenty cheeseburgers soon became a routine treat for her. She started every day guzzling beer or liquor and taking appetite enhancers. Every night she finished off two containers full of weight gain shake, stretching her stomach to impossible limits on top of everything else she consumed throughout the day. Her body was dripping with fat, growing faster than ever. Her belly hung further and further toward the floor with every binge. She regularly gave herself insulin shots to maintain her blood sugar level, pushing herself to cram more and more food in her face, stretching her stomach further, and further. There are simply no words to describe how fat her ass got, this beanbag chair of blubber that hung behind her. Rolls upon rolls continued to show up all over her body, her fat face was now home to three chins. Her fatty upper arms dripped over her elbows, and she developed cankles. Walking became a chore, and eventually she just had her refrigerators and pantry moved into her bedroom with her. She bought a reinforced bed to support her morbidly obese growing body, and still did nothing but lay in bed all day, smoke pot, and gorge. Beth’s weight skyrocketed; 360 pounds came and went, then 370, then 380… As she approached 400 pounds, Beth found herself standing in the airport waiting to pick up an old friend and lover, Jill. She was her girlfriend through high school even though they were on opposite ends of the social spectrum. Beth was the hot, popular, sporty chick and Jill was the chubby bookworm who didn’t have many friends. The one thing they did have in common was that they both lesbians, and would stay up late at night kissing, making out, and pleasuring each other in countless ways. Beth was always jealous of Jill’s slightly overweight body, and whenever she watched Jill eat, Beth would be more than a little turned on. Beth couldn’t wait to see how her old high school girlfriend would react to her colossal weight gain. Instead, as Jill came into the terminal, Beth was the one who was blown away. The chubby little bookworm she used to date had shed all her weight and was now a knockout! Still slightly curvy, but in all the right places, Jill was now the hotter, athletic one of the two of them by far. Jill screamed with glee as she ran over and gave Beth a big hug, burying herself deep in her fat. “Oh, Beth, it’s been so long. How’ve you been?” “Oh, you know, been enjoying myself.” “I see that!” Jill says with a sly grin. “Hungry?” Beth asks. “Sure, I could eat, let’s go!” The two girls caught up over dinner at an Italian restaurant. Beth showed no restraint in front of her old lover, eating enough to feed a family of four. Still, Jill didn’t comment on Beth’s weight gain or voracious appetite, they just simply chatted and caught up. That is, until the end of their meal. “Beth, I saw a video online of you pigging out in a gym cafeteria.” “Yeah, you might’ve seen something like that.” “And, let’s not be subtle, you’ve obviously put on much more weight since then.” “A hundred and fifty pounds, give or take.” Jill sat astonished for a moment, and then followed up with, “Why?” “I have a fat fetish. I get turned on by overeating and getting fat.” “Do you plan on stopping?” Jill asked as dessert arrived. Through a mouthful of chocolate mousse, Beth responded, “Never.” Jill sat contemplating this for a moment, watching as her friend filled herself with spoonful after spoonful of chocolate mousse from three different plates full of it. The look on Beth’s face as she took each bite was one of pure bliss, and Jill could clearly see that Beth truly loved her new life. “Then let me help you.” “I don’t want to lose weight.” Beth said sternly. “No, I mean, let me help you gain it.” Beth stopped eating. She was not expecting this. “Really?” “I’ll be blunt, I’ve always suspected you had a thing for weight gain. The way you would watch me eat back when I was heavier and we were in high school, you were more than just jealous. I could tell it turned you on, and I respect your decision to follow through with your fantasy.” Beth sat in attentive silence as Jill continued, “I’m a skilled social worker, I take care of disabled people for a living, and I know you can afford my salary. I might be the only person in the world who understands your need to grow fatter and who’ll take care of you as your movement becomes more and more impaired by your weight gain. I fly home tomorrow, and I need to know if allowing me to help you fulfill your fantasies is something you’d seriously consider.” “Prove it.” Beth said. “How?” Jill asked. “I’m 395 pounds right now, I want you to stuff me so full tonight that I weigh over 400 pounds in the morning. If you can do that, I’ll hire you to take care of me once I’m immobile.” “Deal.” That night, after smoking a huge blunt together, Jill tied Beth to her bed leaving her completely bound and unable to move. Jill said this was to mimic her impending immobility, but Beth suspected Jill was getting off on this. After she was tied up, Jill left the apartment to find Beth something to eat, leaving her immobilized and waiting in eager anticipation for whatever her friend had planned. Almost an hour later, Jill returned with an armload of pizza boxes and bags full of fast food. Setting them on the edge of the bed, Jill walked over and slapped Beth’s belly sending ripples through her entire body. “What a fat, hungry piggy you are. Are you hungry, pig?” Beth nodded guiltily, flushing with excitement. “How hungry are you?” Jill asked grabbing a handful of Beth’s gut. “Starving!” Beth nearly screamed. Leaning forward, rubbing Beth’s gut, Jill whispered, “Are you sure this is what you want?” Beth could only nod, her eyes pleading with Jill to be fed. Without another word, Jill grabbed a burrito from Taco Bell out of one of the bags and held it close to Beth’s face. Beth leaned forward and took a huge bite, and before she could even finish swallowing Jill was already shoving another bite between her lips. Soon the burrito was gone. Next was a slice of pizza from Papa Johns, and then a triple whopper from Burger King. How many stops did Jill make? Did she expect Beth to eat everything? Jill took a break from feeding Beth and instead attached her feeding tube and begins pouring in massive amount of weight gain shake. As Beth swallowed gulp after gulp, Jill kneeled between Beth’s legs and massaged and soothed her slowly inflating stomach. Beth passed gas uncontrollably, embarrassing herself in front of her old lover. Thinking that Jill would be disgusted, she was instead intrigued, and continued to massage and rub Beth’s distended belly. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t be embarrassed, just let loose. I’ll take good care of you.” Jill said lovingly. Beth felt relieved, and simultaneously burped and farted, soothing her bloated gut and making more room to be stuffed. “That’s my girl, just relax and suck on your weight gain shake.” Jill cooed. Jill’s hands moved along Beth’s sides and kneaded the soft rolls she found there, and then continued down, rubbing Beth’s rippling thighs and ass. Jill explored and massaged her former lover’s flabby, ruined body, getting intimate with every fatty bulge she caressed. Jill surprised herself; she was starting to get extremely turned on dominating her old high school sweetheart and watching her inflate with tens of thousands of calories. Grabbing another slice of pizza, Jill removed the feeding tube and stuffed it in Beth’s face before placing the tube right back in her mouth, causing a scrumptious mixture of greasy pizza and weight gain shake to force itself into Beth’s eager stomach. Jill continued to go between exploring Beth’s soon-to-be 400-pound body, stuffing fast food in her, and pouring weight gain shake down her feeding tube. Beth was being pushed to extremes she never thought possible, her stomach stretched to new gluttonous limits. By the end of it she had consumed three extra-large pizzas, five triple whoppers, five burritos and one large container of weight gain shake. Bloated beyond reality, Beth swore she couldn’t swallow another bite, but Jill re-attached her feeding tube and then completely refilled the container with more of her weight gain shake. Beth’s eyes grew wide in protest, but as she felt Jill position herself between her soft thighs, eating out her hot, moist pussy, Beth succumbed to being stuffed further. She closed her eyes and forced herself to start drinking from her feeding tube feeling as if she’s about to explode. She can feel her mountain of a belly filling beyond capacity, weighing down on top of her. Jill continues to give Beth amazing oral, orgasms exploding within her, coaxing her to continue to suck down the fattening fluid into her morbidly obese body. Even as she finishes off every bit of the weight gain shake Jill continues to pleasure Beth into the night. Eventually they lay side by side in bed, Jill gently massaging Beth’s overinflated belly, soothing her as she fell asleep in her arms. V In the morning, Beth awoke alone, untied, and covered in food. She got up and weighed herself to see that she was now 403 pounds of blubber. Jill had pushed her to new limits last night; she never imagined she would ever be able to eat so much in one sitting. Waddling back out into her living room, she saw that Jill had kindly left her six boxes of doughnuts for breakfast. On top of the boxes of breakfast pastries Jill left a note that simply said, “call me when you’re immobile, pig.” Without a bit hesitation, Beth tore into the first box, finishing off a whole doughnut with every bite. Her cheeks were swollen with fried, doughy goodness and icing, she just could not eat fast enough to satisfy her now constantly raging hunger. Four hundred pounds, mmm, what an elephantine tub of lard she is now. Had she ever imagined it would go this far? Sitting on her sofa, her wide load of an ass taking up two couch cushions, her belly filling up her entire lap, she pushed a cream filled doughnut completely in her mouth, buttery cream squirting out all over her face and boobs. Lifting her obese jugs up to her hungry face she licked them clean before letting them drop back down, slapping against her flabby belly. Beth set a goal for herself to eat as much as she did last night, every night, until she was immobile. “Dear Diary, I’m going to get so fat I can’t move.” Beth said into her video camera a few days after her fling with Jill. “I met with an old girlfriend of mine, and not only is she into my weight gain, she’s going to take care of me once I’m immobile! I’m sure this “chance meeting” and hookup isn’t unrelated to the fact that I’m a millionaire, but who cares? As long as I have someone to take care of me once I’m confined to my bed, especially someone who is as turned on by my fat ass as I am, well, I can’t complain. Speaking of which, I don’t know if I’ve told you Diary, but...” Beth bit her lower lip and squirmed, it turned her on so much to think about this. “I’m going to end up immobile whether I like it or not. My appetite is so ruined, it’s pretty intense. I’ve completely destroyed my willpower, I have to eat constantly! Speaking of which…” She reached behind her bed and pulled out a tin full of apple pie. “This is just a small snack. This isn’t even for the camera, I…I just need to eat. All the time.” With that Beth just started shoving handfuls of apple pie in her face, licking her sticky, sweet fingers. Finishing most of it, she gives herself an insulin shot and pulls out her measuring tape. “Honestly, I’m a little scared of where I’m headed. It’s inevitable now, and thrilling to think about. I’m 406 pounds now. My BMI is over 67. It’s crazy, absolutely nuts, but it makes me so happy, so content. I’m living my life the way I want to live it, no regrets!” Beth smiles to herself, still holding her measuring tape, reflecting on her journey so far. “Okay, enough sentiment, down to business. Let’s see, wow, my boobs are 65”, looks like they’ve slowed down a bit. My waist, though. Diary, my waist and belly have just been taking on so much weight lately. My waist is 51”, my belly so big and sexy…” Beth takes a moment to hug her belly, lifting it up with her boobs and cradling it with her soft arms. “Let’s see now, my ass is now 76”, heehee, and my thighs are 42”, ha, wow. And you know what, Diary?” Leaning in close to her camera, breasts and belly hanging toward the floor, Beth whispers, “I’m going to pack on hundreds of more pounds before I’m done.” With a wink she turns her camera off and waddles into her kitchen in search of more treats. By her 25th birthday, Beth weighed 483 pounds. She rarely left her apartment anymore; she was so big now she needed a support bar to pull herself out of bed in the morning. Getting out of bed was a chore for her, leaving her out of breath and heaving. Beth remembered just a few years ago she could run up and down a soccer field while barely breaking a sweat, and now just walking from her bed to her kitchen got her winded! This thought made her smile as she reached down and gave her belly a slap, her whole body violently shaking in response. Her belly hung past mid-thigh now, almost to her knees, and constantly begged to be filled with food. Beth got dressed in the tightest, most revealing clothes that would fit her and huffed her way out her front door to a nearby buffet. At the buffet, Beth was just starting to get a grasp on how out of shape she really was. Getting up to refill her plate left her sweating and panting, and so she decided to pile her table full of as many plates as she could. Onlookers stared in disbelief as Beth emptied entire trays of mashed potatoes, meatloaf, macaroni and cheese, fried steak, as well as plenty of other fatty foods, and brought them all back to her table. Seated with ten plates overflowing with buffet food in front of her, clasping her hands together and beaming with delight at the meal she was about to consume, she started to dig in and make a pig of herself in public. She had given up on all forms of manners, and made a complete mess shoveling food in her face. Belching and passing gas uncontrollably, eating as fast as she could, plate after plate disappeared, and soon with barely any effort at all she had devoured all ten plates full of food. Now it was time for desert. Ten more plates full of ice cream, pies, cakes, and cookies covered her table, and she began shoveling it all inside her. Beth’s face and shirt were a mess; she was being such a slob. The booth she was in was too small and her belly pressed up against the table and flowed over top of it. Food crumbs fell into her massive cleavage and she shamelessly picked them out and ate them. As Beth was finishing her last two plates of deserts she heard a rip. Looking down she saw that she had torn her booty shorts to shreds, and she was wearing nothing underneath. Standing up in a panic, her full belly surged forth and knocked over all her empty plates, sending them crashing onto the buffet floor. Anyone who wasn’t paying attention to her was looking now, and everyone was just in time to see her braless, massive, G cup knockers tear through the tube top she was wearing and hang free for the world to see. Beth was now standing completely naked in public. Completely humiliated, but also extremely horny from the whole experience, Beth grabbed the last two plates of desert and started to slowly lumber her fat, swaying ass out of the buffet as fast as she could. Nobody stopped her, nobody said a word, everyone was too stunned. As she was leaving, she overheard someone say, “What a disgusting, fat pig.” She turned to look and see who could have said that and saw one of her former soccer teammates sitting at a table near where she was. She could not believe it! What were the odds? So, instead of leaving, panting heavily from the exertion of both being extremely turned on and from having to get up from her table, Beth turned to her former teammate and said, “Hi Susie, it’s me, Beth.” Susie’s eyes went wide, her skin went pale. “Beth? I heard you put on some weight, but…oh my god... Is that really you?” Beth nodded, multiple chins wiggling, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh my, holy shit, oh my God, what have you been eating? How’d you get so fat? You were the most beautiful girl on the team, how could you let this happen to you?” “I was just soooo hungry.” Beth said with a wink as she leaned her head back and poured both plates full of desert she was carrying into her bottomless pit of a stomach. Apple pie and ice cream covered her naked body and before Susie could say another word, Beth had waddled out the door. Back home, Beth came repeatedly recalling her encounter at the buffet, she has never been so humiliated, so turned on in her entire life. How could she behave like that, displaying her naked fat body in public so shamelessly! So fat, she’s gotten so unbelievably, insanely obese. After she finishes pleasuring herself, she falls into a deep sleep, anticipating her birthday feast that night. For her 25th birthday feast Beth planned to continue the tradition of recording herself devouring her custom made cakes with the icing pig on top. This time she had eleven large cakes prepared and delivered to her apartment, each one with 600 printed on the top, her goal for next year. She had even more refrigerators and pantry cupboards installed around her bed, and even had a large sized handicap toilet and hot tub installed in her bathroom, as well as an industrial sized scale. She was going for immobility and needed to have everything she needed near her bed. With all of her preparations in order, Beth approached the pile of cakes sitting on a table. Turning on her camera, Beth had only a few words to say. “I’m almost 500 pounds. It’s my 25th birthday, and by next year I want to weigh over 600 pounds. I’m too tired and hungry to measure myself right now, so fuck it. I’m just going to dig in. To immobility!” With that, Beth began to bring handful after handful of the sinfully sweet birthday cake to her lips. Eventually she sits on the bed, full, but not quite stuffed, and continues to plow through the cakes one by one. When she got thirsty she would lean back in bed and place her feeding tube in her mouth suck down her scrumptious weight gain shake before using her support bar to struggle to sit up and stuff herself with more and more cake. This cycle repeated itself for hours, until finally all the cakes were gone and a bloated, belching, farting, snoring, big fat blob of a woman lay sleeping, naked, covered in cake crumbs and icing, her camera still recording her in all her lazy, gluttonous glory. She continued to feast like this for days, weeks, months. Every day it got harder and harder for her to get out of bed and greet the grocery deliver man at her door, or to cook something in the microwave, or mix more weight gain shake. She never knew it would go this far, that she would balloon this much. She could not be happier; she was finally the lustful, gluttonous goddess that she always dreamed of being. Her days consisted of nothing but food, weed, alcohol, and playing with her massively obese and fattening body. Soon she was well over 500 pounds, and did she slow down? No, there was no stopping now, the idea was laughable. There was only forward, gaining indefinitely, every calorie she consumed and pound she gained drove her further and further into a state of gluttonous bliss. Six months later, Beth records the final entry in her video log. “Huff, hey Diary, mfff, what’s up?” Beth says as she crams one oatmeal crème pie after another in her mouth. “This, mfff, will probably be, hooof, my last diary entry. I’m over 580 pounds now, bigger than my scale can weigh. Mmmm, hold on, need another cookie or two. Mmmff, yeshhh, sooo good, just one more. Mmmm, so delicious. Okay, well, I’m having trouble walking at this point, and soon I may be too big to even get myself out of bed. So I want to make this last entry before it’s too late. This is going to take some effort, but let’s try and take some final measurements, shall we?” Beth grabs a mechanical hand on a stick she now uses to pick things up with and, grunting, reaches for her measuring tape. “Let’s give this a try. Okay, my big, fat knockers are, holy cow, 88” around. Holy fuck. My waist is, Jesus, 65” around.” Breathing heavily, Beth was getting winded just from trying to measure herself. “And my ass, ugh, ooohh, my ass is 96” and my thighs are 52”. I’m…I’m so fucking huge.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she plopped back down on her bed. Beth was extremely proud of her massive weight gain. “Well, I guess this is goodbye, Diary. Soon I’m going to be too fat to record myself anymore. It’s been fun, but now it’s time to cross the line into immobility.” Beth paused, trying to think of a better way to end her video logs. “It’s been more than just fun. It’s…it’s the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. Fuck it, I’m gonna stuff myself one more time on camera. Ready, Diary?” Beth set out an array of pastries, cookies, and cakes on multiple trays in front of her bed. She also placed an order for five large deep-dish pizzas. After popping some appetite enhancers and giving herself an insulin shot, she was ready. “Here I go!” Plowing through her pastries and cookies, consuming everything in sight, Beth moaned, twisting and writhing in absolute bliss. In between mouthfuls of sweet, sugary cakes and pies her hands explored every bit of her body she could still reach. Her belly extended past her knees, her fat ass pushed her up off the edge her bed until she was almost standing. She repeatedly belched loudly, farting without shame, putting on quite the show for her final video log. Still, she continued to pig out. The pizzas arrived, and, slipping on her moo-moo, Beth answered the door and returned as fast as her waddling, morbidly obese ass would carry her. Without hesitation she began shoving slice after slice of pizza down her throat, guzzling from a liter of soda every so often. Incredibly, pizza after pizza disappeared into Beth, and she caught all of her massive feast on film. Finishing the last slice, her belly bigger and fuller than she could ever remember, Beth waved goodbye to her camera, hitting the stop button on her remote. Months later on her 26th birthday, leaning back in bed, cramming pot brownies into her mouth, Beth is now 643 pounds of soft, luscious fat. Her once slim, toned thighs are now so absurdly huge and flabby that she has no choice but to keep her legs spread constantly. Even when she sits down her belly forces her legs apart and spills onto the bed in front of her. Her ass, which used to be tight and firm, is now two dimpled, colossal, wobbling globes that bulge out behind her and jiggle uncontrollably. Where she once had petite, perky little tits she now sports two mammoth, fat and sagging udders that rest comfortably on the bed to either side of her mountainous belly, areolas the size of small plates. Her belly is so humungous now, littered with stretch marks, rolls, and folds, it hangs all the way past her knees when she is standing. Each arm is thicker than her waist was all those years ago when she started gaining. Endless rolls of fat conquer her body, fat spilling out everywhere, she could not believe how absolutely huge she has gotten. Her once thin and pixie-like face is now fat and round with three full chins and covered in chocolate. Turning her attention to her weight gain shake, Beth lustfully sucks down the whole container not even aware that she had just crossed the line into immobility. Trying to get up to refill it last time had been such a chore, rocking back and forth to gain momentum to get out of bed, dragging her behemoth body to the kitchen, belching and farting uncontrollably the whole way. The ordeal had left her oh so hungry and tired that she didn’t even make it back to bed before she drank the entire container of fattening fluid, and so she had to make even more just so she had some to satisfy herself with later. This time, however, as Beth tried to get out of bed to restock on food and refill her weight gain shake container, she realized in a mix of horror and ecstasy that she just did not have the strength to hoist herself up. She was pinned down by hundreds of pounds of fat. Beth had finally done it, she was immobile. The reflection in the mirror above her showed an unrecognizable blob of a woman. Just look at what she has done to herself, how could she have been such an out of control fat hog? She used to be so skinny and in shape. She used to take such good care of herself, eating healthy, exercising regularly, and attending soccer practice. Now look at her, look at what surrendering to her weight gain fetish has done. Did she stop when she gained well over a hundred pounds? No, instead she gained weight even faster. Did she stop when her appetite grew to the point where she was always hungry? No, instead she kept herself constantly stuffed, pushing her appetite even further. Did she stop when she doubled, tripled, quadrupled her initial weight? When she started having trouble walking? When the slightest bit of exertion made her out of breath? Absolutely not, and she loved every delicious moment of her gluttonous journey. In four years Beth had purposefully and deliberately transformed herself from a hot, young, slim athlete into an immobile, bed-ridden, constantly gorging pile of lard. Getting horny thinking of how far she’s come, all the food she had to eat to get this monstrously huge, Beth instinctively reached for her hot, wet pussy to pleasure herself and remembered that it had been over a month since she could reach around the mound of pure fat that was her belly. Smiling, she pulls out her phone, calls Jill and excitedly tells her the good news. She’s immobile, and she needs Jill to come take care of her, in more ways than one. Beth wanted to eat, she needed to eat, and that is exactly what she did. Now, after well over a five hundred pound gain she was free, and nowhere near stopping.
