‘Anna, you up?’ ‘Yeah, why?’ ‘Can you come in here plz?’ ‘2 seconds’ ‘What is it?’ My sister Anna says opening my bedroom door. ‘Shh! Quiet! I don’t want to wake mom up! Come in and shut the door!’ I snap waving her in. ‘What?’ Anna whispers as she closes the door quietly behind her. ‘I need you to do me a favour…’ ‘Go on…’ ‘I need you to go to KFC for me….’ ‘Seriously Layla?! You’re supposed to be on a diet! You promised mom!’ Anna snaps disappointedly. ‘Oh common! I’m fucking starving! I’m allowed to treat myself occasionally!’ I huff defensively ‘It’s not even been 2 days Layla! You literally started your diet yesterday!’ ‘I know! I know! Please sis, I promise it’s just a one time thing!’ ‘Ugh fine! What do you want?’ Anna huffs giving in to me. ‘Just a 16 piece bucket, fries, mash, gravy and mac & cheese…’ ‘Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you were once the cheerleading captain!’ Anna chuckles as she leaves my room. I look down and let out a defeated sigh. Grabbing a handful of my baggy t-shirt, I slowly pull the garment up revealing my big fat flabby belly, that sits between my legs filling my lap all the way to my knees. It’s almost unbelievable that I used to be stick thin, like Anna said, I was once the hot blonde. Spoilt rich and beautiful, it was inevitable that I was going to become the cheerleading captain and have everyone eating out of my hands, especially guys! My appetite was always present though. I could alway out eat every and always craved more, especially junk food! I guess my age and metabolism was keeping the weight off. It wasn’t until I left school at 18 when I started gaining weight. Boredom eating and lack of exercise is what made me gain the first 10 pound. My boyfriend Tony broke up with me soon after, I was absolutely heartbroken! I loved Tony with all my heart and I thought he loved me to but obviously not seeing as all it took was 10 pound of flab to turn him off! I started comfort eating even more to help heal my broken heart. My so called friends stopped talking to me, they started going out without me and having parties, I stayed home and ate. By the time i was 20 I was a whopping 300 pound, making that a gain of 170 pound in under 2 years! That’s when my mom started mentioning my weight, nothing serious but she would suggest using our huge home gym or our indoor swimming pool. To say my dad was rich was an understatement, he was a classic case of rags to riches and because of his hard work we never had to struggle, my mother never had to work and neither did me or my younger sister. Unfortunately shortly after my 21st birthday my father dropped down dead after suffering a massive heart attack. The suddenness of his death hit our little family big time. My mother turned to exercise as a coping mechanism, which made her rail thin, my sister turned to food to comfort her, plumping her up from a chubby 160 pound to a obese 350 pound. She’s not to happy about her weight but she just can’t seem ti resist food. As you might have guessed by now, I to turned to food, I ate uncontrollably, with my mother to occupied training in the gym I had no restraints. People say time is a great healer and I agree to a certain extent, but food, food is the real healer. Food always made me feel good, food always cheered me up. As of yesterday I weigh a whopping 635 pound. Obviously being this heavy is starting to take its toll on me, my gut is my largest feature that hangs to my knees heavily in front of me on the rare occasions I’m standing, my legs and so thick that huge boulders of flab hang off me and force my legs apart making it impossible for me not to waddle! My ass is also pretty big and provides me with great comfort when sitting, the 2 cellulite covered globes of fat are a far cry from the pert plump ass I used to have. My breast have also grown but not in a good way, once a perky pair of D’s are now two sagging heavy beanbags of fat that hang either side of my monstrous gut! My mother finally snapped out of her grieving trance and noticed that her me, her eldest daughter was struggling to get out of bed and walk. She’s told both me and Anna that we need to loose weight, especially me, she said that a 23 year old shouldn’t be struggling to move. I agreed that I would go on a diet but I didn’t realise it was going to be this hard! My stomach has been crying to be fed for nearly 2 days straight! Hence why I’ve cracked and given in to my cravings. *GGRRRROOOWWWWLLLL* Fuck I’m so hungry, why did I agree to go on this stupid fucking diet?! I don’t care about being fat, I love stuffing my face all day with junk food! Just because my mom is like a stick insect, it doesn’t mean everyone has to be! That’s when I realise that I might have some snacks in my bedside cabinet draw. No, I shouldn’t, Anna is literally out getting me food that I shouldn’t be eating…maybe I’ll just take a quick look, just to cure my curiosity more than anything! I slowly lean over to my left side and with a lot of pain and effort I manage to open the draw reveal a box of 10 twinkies and another box of 10 Ding-dongs. I now remember putting these in here encase of an emergency. Does this count as an emergency? I pick up the box of twinkies and place it on my growling stomach. My fingers drum against the sides of my gut as I stare at the unopened box, contemplating whether I should tuck into these or not. Maybe I’ll just smell one, you know, just to make sure they’re not stale or something… I take a deep breath as my chubby little finger slides the box open and I pull one out, I carefully tear open the plastic wrapping and hold the Twinkie under my nose, taking deep, indulgent inhales of the sweet surgery smell. Maybe I could just have 1? 1 isn’t going to hurt, people eat just 1 all the time. It’s not unusual, in fact it’s probably more common. ‘Mpph…fuuuuck!’ I say out loud orgasmically as I swallow the entire treat in one mouthful. Fuck this, I’m a fat greedy bitch! I need to eat! I want to eat! With that I dump the remaining twinkies on to my belly and begin ripping into them one by one, I’m so good at eating that I can literally rip the wrapper off and consume a Twinkie in a matter of seconds! After polishing off the 10th and final Twinkie, I don’t hesitate to lean over and grab the box of ding-dongs from my draw, causing the wrappers that litter my front fall off me on to the mattress. I don’t fuck about this time, I simply tear into the box and quickly make my way through all 10 treats like the pig a rightfully am. 20 minutes later Anna walks into my room, her face instantly drops as she sees the empty wrappers of my impulsive binge. I simply smile at her as I rub my belly with both satisfaction and anticipation. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you Layla?!’ ‘What? I was hungry! Pass me my food…’ ‘No! Layla do you not realise that if you carry on you’ll be permanently stuck to this bed!’ ‘I don’t care Anna! I don’t how fucking fat I get, I don’t care if I get so fucking fat that I outgrow this entire room! I want to eat! I need to eat! No give me my food!’ I snap causing my belly to jiggle ferociously as I slam my fists into the mattress angrily. ‘Jesus Christ, here!’ Anna huffs dumping the bag next to me. I instantly tear the brown bag open and pull the bucket out, I grab a greasy looking drumstick and cram it into my mouth, almost completely stripping the bone of all the meat of one swift movement as Anna watches in disgust. ‘You’ll never get a boyfriend eating like that’ Anna tells me as I cram a handful of fries into my mouth them chase that with a swig of gravy. ‘Mph..UURRRPPP…fuck..mph…boys!’ ‘Don’t expect me to do this again, it’s a one time thing only!’ She snapped. ‘UUURRPPP! I don’t think so..mpph..little sister…’ I say deviously as I pour mac & cheese into my mouth. ‘What?’ ‘You’re gonna make sure my snacks are always filled…mph…AND…UURRPP…you’re gonna get me takeout every night!’ I inform her. ‘No way! Mom will freak out!’ ‘Even more than if she finds out you’ve been smoking pot every night?’ I say cockily. ‘W-wha? How do you know?!’ Anna asks with shock. ‘Mph..I can mph, smell it mph on you!’ I laugh evilly as I continue my feast. ‘Fine! Just please don’t tell her, you know how much she hates drugs!’ ‘UURRPPP! You’d best run a long a get me some snacks for tomorrow…’ ‘Fuck you’ with that Anna turns around and walks out of my bedroom mumbling to herself angrily, leaving me alone in my dimly lit room as I gluttonously devoured my highly fattening meal. ************************************* ‘642…Jesus Christ Layla! You’ve gained 7 pound in a week! How is that possible?! Someone your size should easily loose weight in the first week! Unless…Layla have you been sneaking food?!’ My mother says angrily as I struggle to stand on the heavy duty scales. ‘Mom…please…i…need…to…sit!’ I huff as I feel my knees beginning to buckle under the weight of my obese body. ‘Find, let’s get you back to bed, this conversation is not over though!’ My mother grabs my sweaty chubby hands and guides me out of the bathroom and down the large hallway towards my bedroom, my entire body jiggles uncontrollably in all directions making the simple task of walking even harder for me. I have to stop several times to catch my breath through fear that I’ll pass out through lack of oxygen! Eventually I’m back in bed and the soreness in my muscles and joints begin to fade, my legs literally felt on fire! ‘So, Layla, have you been sneaking food?’ My mom asks sternly as she stands over my vast body, making me feel weak and vulnerable. ‘Yes’ I mumble under my breath. ‘Speak up!’ ‘Yes!’ I snap ‘I’m been stuffing myself every single night!’ ‘Jesus fucking Christ Layla! What it wrong with you?! Your father literally dropped down dead of a heart attack and he was healthy!’ My mother shouted. ‘I don’t care mom, I like eating, I want to eat! I can’t diet, it’s to hard!’ ‘So what you’re just going to keep eating and eating until you’re permanently stuck to this bed?!’ ‘I don’t know what other choice I have!’ ‘Loose weight! That’s the other choice you have!’ ‘Y-you can’t make me mom! Im 23 years old, I’m not a kid! I can do what I like!’ I snap angrily. ‘Yeah, you’re right, you are an adult and you can do what you want but you’re gonna have to do it in your own house!’ My mother exclaims. ‘W-what?’ ‘I want you out of this house Layla! If you want to eat yourself into immobility you’re gonna have to do it somewhere else!’ She spits venomously. ‘Fine! I don’t need you or this house! I’ll make it on my own!’ I snap slamming my first down in anger. ‘Good luck with that!’ Mom shouted as she stormed out of my bedroom and slammed the door behind me. I don’t hesitate to open my bedside draw and pull out a box of Krispy Kreme’s. Once again food is my comfort blanket. ****************************************** ‘So what is this place?’ My sister asks as she inspects my new bedroom/apartment. ‘It’s basically a private facility for obese people, I found it online after me and mom argued. It’s fucking expensive but I think it’ll be worth it, they take complete care of me no matter how big I am without any judgment’ I tell her enthusiastically. ‘So this is basically a fat camp?’ ‘Well, no because they’re not forcing me to loose weight. Look I have this tablet thing that I can make orders on or call for assistance and even adjust my fully hydraulic bed! Or I can go out into the communal area and chill with other like minded girls!’ ‘Huh, sounds to good to be true…how much is this costing you?’ ‘Two thousand dollars a week…’ ‘Jesus fucking Christ Layla! That’s insane!’ ‘Not really, that’s literally everything covered, I don’t have to pay rent or bills, I don’t have to pay for groceries or takeouts, it’s all covered! Plus look at this place! It’s heaven!’ I say justifying the money as I raise my heavy arms up signalling how lovely and clean my room is. ‘Are you sure you can afford it?’ ‘Anna, dad left us 15 million each, I can afford it alright!’ ‘Well as long as your happy, I’ll let mom know you’re doing okay.’ ‘Is she still mad at me?’ I ask whilst ordering from my tablet. ‘Yeah she’s still mad, she can’t understand why you want to live like this, to be honest, I don’t really get it either’ Anna shrugs. ‘It’s the definition of freedom Anna, it’s my body I can’t do what I want!’ ‘I’m not judging you Layla, I just personally hate being 350 pound, I couldn’t imagine being 640…although you’re looking a little heavier than when I last see you…’ ‘What do you expect? I’ve got anything i crave at the touch of a button!’ I say excitedly. With that the large double doors to my bedroom open and one of the waiters, Terry, walks in carrying my recent order. ‘4 large bags of Doritos!’ Terry asks holding the 4 bags in front of me. ‘Thank you terry!’ ‘You’re welcome Layla!’ He says as he walks out. ‘Who’s the hot guy?’ Anna laughs. ‘Hot guy? What terry?! He’s not hot, he’s one of the waiters.’ I laugh as I rip into the first bag and cram a handful into my mouth. Terry was the head waiter in the facility, he kind, funny and very attentive, I guess I can see why Anna thinks he’s hot, he’s probably about 6’2, slim, athletic built, nicely style slick back black hair, handsome…hmm I can’t believe I haven’t noticed that before. I guess I’ve just been to interested in eating! ‘Sis, he’s smoking hot! Does it not bother you that you’re basically naked and a man just walks in?’ ‘I’m not naked mph I’m wearing a camisole and panties!’ ‘You’re wearing panties?!’ Anna laughs. ‘Yeah…see!’ I say lifting my belly to one side revealing my bright blue panties. ‘Still, you’re practically naked, that camisole isn’t providing any support and doesn’t cover your belly at all! It’s basically a shitty bra! ‘Look, Terry is a professional, he’s job is to serve me! You wouldn’t question a doctor or surgeon! Plus I think he’s married, my fat ass isn’t going to turn his head!’ I huff getting increasingly annoyed that I can’t just binge eat uninterrupted. ‘I guess you’re right’ Anna shrugs as she watches my cram handful after handful of chips into my hungry mouth. ‘Just promise me you wont go to far sis, try not to gain anymore weight…there’s more to life than just eating…’ ‘Mph, I promise’ I say as I toss the first empty packet of chips to the side and instantly grab the second bag. *********************************** ‘Hey Layla, everything okay? You pressed the assistance button…’ Terry says with concern as he walks into my bedroom. ‘I-I-I can’t get up…’ I say with a low tone in my voice. ‘Oh, I see, that’s not a problem, is it?’ Terry asks sympathetically. ‘I dunno…my mother always warned me this would happen but I never really believed it would happen to me…I promised my sister I wouldn’t take this to far, I promised I wouldn’t gain anymore weight!’ I exclaim lowering my head in shame. I should’ve seen this coming, my belly was banging lower and lower daily, waaaay past my knees at this point, the sheer size and weight of it was making it difficult for me to walk, not only was it pulling my forward constantly, it was also hard for my already tree trunk sized legs to build any momentum to walk! Even my ass jiggling behind me should’ve caused me more concern than it did. I ignored all the warning signs, I just kept eating, satisfying my hunger pangs and cravings! ‘You know you’re not a prisoner here, you can easily leave and loose weight if you want your mobility back…’ ‘I know, it’s just, I don’t want to stop eating, I love food so much!’ ‘Do you want me to upgrade you to a MB2000?’ Terry ask holding my hand sympathetically. ‘W-what’s that?’ I ask curiously, feeling a slight tingle in my pussy as Terry subconsciously strokes my hand. ‘Our own beds, they’re bigger than these bariatric hospital beds you’re currently in, plus they have a few more features. They come with a joystick so you can literally move the bed around so you can still go out into the communal area and see your friends. Plus it has a built in plumbing system so you can use the bathroom without having to get up and it comes with a few more features.’ Terry explained to me calmly. Was this really my future? Immobility? Completely bed bound unable to even get up to use the bathroom? Was my insatiable lust for junk food really priority over my own well-being? Did I really need to gorge myself on overly sugary snacks like chocolate and empty calorie loaded greasy burgers? Mm burgers… *GGGGRRRROOOOWWWWLLLLL* ‘O-okay…I’ll get the upgrade’ I say sheepishly as my stomach audibly rumbles causing Terry to cock a smile. ‘Good choice, I’ll go get one, you won’t regret this Layla!’ ‘Thank you…could you get one of the other to grab me a few double cheeseburgers whilst you prepare the bed please…’ I ask greedily. ‘You’re upgrade allows triple cheeseburgers if that interests you? ‘Seriously? Yeah, okay, 4 please…’ I reply swallowing hard as my mouth over salivates in anticipation. I can’t believe it, I’ve actually eaten myself to immobility! It’s only been 6 months of being here! I can’t help wonder how much a actually weigh? Imagine if mom could see me now, so fucking fat that I literally can’t walk and yet willing to carry on my downward spiral of excess and gluttony. ‘Okay, it’s here!’ Terry says enthusiastically pushing the large bed through the doors of my bedroom. ‘Jesus that’s wide!’ I exclaim. ‘Yep! This is a full 7 foot wide, so you won’t feel so cramped up!’ ‘How am I going to get on it?’ I ask curiously. ‘I’ll have to grab some others and we’ll use your bedsheet to lift you, if that’s okay?’ ‘Yeah sure’ ‘Before I do that though, obviously the new bed has plumbing but to use that we’ll need to remove your underwear… I can grab one of the girls if you like or I can do it now?’ ‘You may as well do it now, you know, whist you’re here…’ I say trying my best not to blush. ‘Yeah sure’ I watch as Terry slowly crawls onto the foot of the bed, he gently grabs the base of my belly that’s sitting between my thighs and begins to lift it and push it over my right leg, exposing my huge flabby thighs. He then lift my left leg and brings it to the centre of the mattress, my belly is then pushed back across this time covering my left leg and exposing my right leg, to which Terry lifts that and brings it to the centre also. It’s obviously easier to pull my panties down with my legs closed. His hands disappear under my muffin top and I feel his fingers dig into my fat before latching into the waistband of the panties, with a quick swift pull he yanks the past my ass and halfway down my thighs, causing my entire body to jiggle! Terry continues until my underwear is completely removed! I found the whole situation very sexual. ‘That’s the first time a guy has pulled my panties down for 5 years!’ I chuckle trying to hide how turned on I am. ‘It’s the first time I’ve pulled a girls panties down in a year! Terry winks before a team of 4 guys walks into my room. What did Terry mean by this? I’ve heard that him and his wife’s relationship has been on the rocks lately, that comment alone backs up the rumours of his sexless marriage. 3 off them walk to each corner of my mattress and the 4th hands me a plate full of 4 greasy looking triple cheeseburgers before walking to the remaining corner. As I pick up the first burger and greedily begin to chomp into it, the 4 men each grabs a corner of the bedsheet underneath me. Terry counts down from 3 and they all heave. I watch as these 4 guy turn bright red as they struggle to lift my fat ass all whilst I continue to indulge in the large burgers. They eventually get me onto the new bed. They then all grab one corner and yank the sheet out from underneath me! ‘Thank you Terry’ I say as I blush at the whole ordeal. ‘No problem Layla, what me to run you through the new features?’ ‘Yeah mph okay, let me just finish this last burger first…’ I smile as I turn towards the fourth and final triple cheeseburger and shove as much as I possible can into my greedy maw.