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Hayley always had goals. They used to be be skinny at all costs. That changed when she caught a glimpse of her bony body in the mirror. It just didn’t look right, and she knew she had to change it. She sat down and made a list. The first item was easy:

Hide bones
Hayley looked damn near emaciated as she wrote the list, the slim pen in her hands made her bony fingers very obvious. If the two were the same color they could have easily been mistaken for one another. To correct this, she simply had three square meals a day for a week (she had be subsiding on one tiny scrap of food daily before). By the end of it, she was simply a very thin girl, but at least she didn’t look unhealthy (although she hoped to get the unhealthiness back by the end of the list).

Double weight
Doubling up from 85 whole pounds was a challenge, certainly one that more than three normal meals a day would do. Even as she checked off her last goal, she was surprised by her hubris with this goal; 85 pounds of gain would be a lot for anyone at any time. Still she took her 3 square meals a day and turned it into 3 big meals and plenty of snacks in between. Every meal felt like it was going to rip through her stomach and cause her belly to burst, but she had to get that next check mark on her list. Once she did get to her 170 pound goal, everything felt right, meals felt filling, but not painful, and her frame definitely had some bulk to it. Her height hid her true fatness well, but it would apparent to anyone that she was definitely not thin anymore.

Be called “chubby”
All of this eating did not go unnoticed. Frankly it was impossible; a girl shooting up from 80 something boney pounds to 170 pounds of pudge would be visible from a mile away. So, someone finally said something about it. It was after her third helping at dinner, her mom, spotting her newly formed muffintop showing, said “Looking a little chubby there Hayley, maybe skip this helping?” Her mom wasn’t joking and was a definitely a concerned, but after seeing how thin and unhealthy Hayley used to be she decided to let it happen. Hayley just laughed it off and continued shoving food into her rounding face, knowing the next checkmark had arrived.

Become fattest girl in class
It wasn’t the biggest achievement, there were some real pudgy girls in her class, but hardly any of them could be honestly be called fat, but she was happy to have done it. She was actively eating throughout the day now. Constantly snacking left crumbs and droppings all over her clothes, but she was too absorbed with whatever snack she had to care most of the time. Her classmates were noticing now, and while some liked her new curves, most were disgusted by her piggishness and flabby nature. The boys weren’t even in her peripheral vision; they weren’t on her checklist, after all. She was personally most pleased with how her new belly sat pleasantly in her lap, like a perfectly loyal pet.

Reach 200 pounds
She was having a hard time seeing around her growing gut to see the numbers on the scale, but when she peered over, she squealed with joy. She was about to get in the shower, but shrugged it off, feeling the need to celebrate with food. She even went out to order a double decker cake (one for each of her hundred pounds). Her butt, which was once flatter than Iowa, was now so bulbous that her fingers could barely meet in the middle on the bottom end. Her belly was quickly gaining an identity of its own as it crept further away from her torso. Her breasts were finally starting to shine after years of being starved into hiding. She loved the way her belly jiggled, her ass wobbled, and her boobs swayed. How could anyone think that this weight was ever enough? She started to see people keeping their distance or giving her “the look” at her nearly perpetually exposed fat. She wasn’t sure how to feel, but deep down she loved that her gluttony was affecting more than her weight.

Be called “fat” by friends/family
One thing that was established by her new gluttony, every Friday Hayley made it a tradition to get tossed out of a different buffet. This Friday though, a few of her friends tagged along, not knowing what they were about to witness. What they saw was a girl possessed. She filled plate after plate, shoving forkful after forkful into her mouth. She didn’t care what fell on to her already stretched shirt. She didn’t care that sometimes she got more on her face than in her mouth. She was annoyed that her expanding belly prevented her from sitting as close to the table as she would have liked. She was very vocal that the kitchen wasn’t refilling the buffet fast enough. She yammered on about how all the salad dressings were low fat. Her friends just stared, agape at what their friend had become; a big, sloppy, over inflated, slightly malodourous blob. After the manager had come to politely ask the group to leave, her friends could only say to her “Hayley…you’re really fat, you know that right?” Hayley was over the moon (if she could have heaved her flab that high), it was all paying off beautifully.

Double weight again
Groggily waking up from a food coma one Monday morning, she brushed wrappers out of her unkempt bed, and rolled her voluptuous form to an upright position. She greedily grabbed her rolls, remember how she used to feel hard bones where she now felt soft curves. Caught in a sensuous stupor, she snapped out of it once she remembered she hadn’t weighed herself in quite a while. Certainly before her weekend fast food orgy on Sunday, and definitely before her buffet parade on Saturday. Dropping her crumb filled fat roll, she waddled her way off to the bathroom scale.

As her gut slapped against her thighs, and her thighs rubbed together, she fantasized about her weight soaring away, all those little red checks next to her list. As she stepped on to the scale, she saw herself as a formless pile of flesh, extending out to infinity. As the digital numbers settled, she stepped back (her belly being far too large to see anything directly underneath it), and she put her hand over her mouth in surprise. 341. She would have been pleased with any number higher than her last weigh in, but this was beyond fantastic. She had doubled her weight again, she was over quadruple the weight she started at. It was amazing, she was carrying around essentially 4 people inside her surging rolls. She was just blowing through her list like she was chowing through food.

Become fattest girl in school
Much like she had to be the thinnest girl before, she also had to be the fattest now. Her school didn’t offer the stiffest (or softest?) competition, but there was one other girl who was nearly as unhinged as Hayley was. The other girl was a bit more of a pear shape, and she still tried to maintain at least an air of presentability, what with still eating with utensils, trying to avoid spraying food everywhere, and wearing clothes that fit. Hayley had given that up long ago. Her big belly (easily her most pronounced feature) hung underneath her shirt and over her sweatpants’ waistband. Her big double chin rested on her flabby chest. Her size combined with her inability to conform to societal beauty standards (or to just wear clothes that fit or weren’t covered in condiments) teamed together to make her the least popular attraction at her school.

One day, waddling her yoga pants clad ass down the halls, she caught a glimpse of the girl she was competing with, and even though she didn’t know exactly how heavy the other girl was, there was no way Hayley weighed less than her. In a moment of extreme confidence Hayley rubbed her thighs together and meandered over to the girl and managed to squeeze in a few syllables between chews on her king size Snickers bar; “So, uh, what do you mmphf weigh?” “What?” “How many pounds are you?” “Ew….I’m not telling you bloated whale corpse, go take a shower before you hit the buffet again fatso.” The words should have hurt, but if this blimp of a girl called her fat, it must mean she was bigger, and that meant another check mark, and that meant another celebratory cake (or three).

Be called obese by doctor
She had to be forced to go to the doctor by her parents to make sure her new found fatness wasn’t causing any adverse effects on her health. Upon getting into the examination room the doctor poked and prodded, hemmed and hawed, but eventually determined nothing was wrong. He had a hard time getting the stethoscope to work well on her fat buried heart, and the blood pressure armband barely fit over her ham sized biceps. After a half hour of annoyance, all the doctor could say was “Well, you’re healthy…for being so obese. If you could drop some of the weight, it would be even better.” “Well, doc, no sense is fixing what isn’t broke.”

Outgrow seats
After a week of eating and not bathing, Hayley was back to her old filthy self. Her visit to the doctor had only strengthened her resolve to reach her next goal of being totally unable to fit in normal chairs. She ate and ate. Constantly. Trips to the grocery store were replaced with trips to Costco. From the point she was awake to the point she fell asleep she was eating something. Her stretched clothes were always damp with sauces and a tye dye of stains from her feasts. She was a mess and she loved it. No one else seemed to though. One restaurant loved her paying for everyone salaries, but abhorred her coating their new carpets with their food, so instead of just confronting her, they just put chairs with arms at all the tables. When Hayley went for her weekly clean out of the restaurant, she found that she just couldn’t fit in any of the chairs. She tried and tried, but her pillowy asscheecks just would not fit between the arms. Dejected, not at her size, but that she was no longer welcome at yet another restaurant, she resolved to meet the rest of her goals without this one snobbish restaurant.

Need plus sized clothes
Hayley hated shopping for clothes, not because of the expense or that she didn’t like the fashions, it just meant a new set of clean clothes. A set that didn’t wear the badges and medals of being a 24/7 gluttonous slob who was coated with meals past. However, she was a growing girl after all and she still needed to be covered. She never had an issue with finding clothes, after all she was only still slightly above the biggest obese people (at least in her grease clogged brain), so a trip to Wal-Mart was all she needed. On her recent trip though…there was nothing even close to what she needed. She loved tight clothing (skimpy too) but she couldn’t even get the pants over her sweat drenched thighs. The tops couldn’t even be stretched to touch the bottom crest of her cavernous stomach. The fitting room attendant just took the sweat soaked rags and told Hayley she’d probably be better off at Omar’s Tents. Anyone else would have been deeply offended by such a remark, but Hayley loved the compliment of being too big for the store that was immediately associated with fat slobs. So, off she plodded to a store meant for her people and to put another check mark on her list.

Reach 400 pounds
She wasn’t sure when she crested the 400 pound mark because she just forgot in a weeklong stupor of feasting to weigh her increasing bulk. She finally got around to stepping on the scale, but again her swollen belly prevented a clear view of her feet and the scale reading. Once on though, there was a faint cracking sound, but Hayley rationalized it as her bones creaking from being over triple what she should be weighing. Stepping back, the source of the noise became clear; the plastic on the scale had cracked and the screen only read ERR. Being that the scale was rated for 450 pounds meant that she had crested that hill a long time ago. She wanted to jump for joy, but her mass had practically nailed her to the ground at least a hundred pounds ago. She celebrated the only way she had left: she ordered a double order of all her favorite take-out food and had it delivered. She sat her ever widening ass on the sweaty dent she had been building on her couch and gorged herself. Food flew everywhere as she desperately tried to satiate her food addiction. She couldn’t even imagine how awful being without food in her hands would feel if she had to give it all up now. She ate so much that she actually felt full for the first time in months. The feeling of being stretched from the inside felt positively orgasmic to the sweating blob, so she decided to make it a permanent feeling.

Be called “fat” by a stranger
Hayley had decided to take the bus downtown for a meal (it meant more gas money for food!). It was a hot day and she was sweating more profusely than normal after the measly hundred foot walk to the bus stop. She had also forgone a shower (as was normal) so had built up a monstrous stench. Once upon the bus, she took a seat near the front and her girth filled up two seats, and spilled into a third. Sweat was literally dripping from her exposed rolls onto the floor of the bus. The other riders were visibly disturbed by her smell and heavy breathing. And then it finally happened, a business man walked by on his way out of the bus stopped and told her angrily; “Fat slobs like you need the exercise from walking. Try bathing too, you smell like wet dog dipped in raw sewage you fucking lardass”. She hung her head in shame, but inside her head she was ecstatic as she could have never seen her old twiggy self ever earning such vitriol. If her clothes weren’t already soaked in sweat, the remaining passengers might have seen her crotch region get a little damp…

Be fattest girl in town
Hayley had no real way to quantify this goal of course, but being a frequent patron of all the restaurants and buffets around town she got see all the whales, cows, and pigs. She waited some time to cross this off her list, waiting to see a complete cycle of customers. It wasn’t a big town so not many people could hide from her ever present nature. She saw a lot of people in weight class, some seemingly got there naturally over time, others seemed to have problems that led to it, but a few seemed to get there intentionally. Of course, none of them were as young as Hayley was. This made her incredibly hopeful for her future as a fat blob. If she could put this much weight on now, imagine when her metabolism slowed down. The other distinguishing feature was how much slobbier she was than any of the others. None of them had clothes that had been covered in food on nearly every square foot, or drooled between plates at the buffet, and they all wore clothes to hide their fat, instead of letting it flow out like an oil spill. After a week of observing her superiority over her fellow fatties, she couldn’t recall one single person eclipsing her size. After her last day of people watching (and gorging) a little boy entering the buffet could only say “She’s the biggest one in here mommy!” Even though she had already decided she was the fattest person in town, the cute little boy sealed the deal. On the way, home she could only hope that the little boy grew up to be a fat admirer and excellent feeder.

Break chair
With her new found confidence from her self-claimed title as fattest girl of the town, she ate even more recklessly. Sometimes she would honestly forget she was eating, and continue to shovel food into her maw while fantasizing about being too big for even an 18 wheeler to move. She probably couldn’t even remember her name during these episodes. It was during one of these stupors that she reached one of her most anticipated goals: break a chair. It was at her favorite buffet and she had used the chairs there hundreds of times with no incidents, and she didn’t even hear a single creak or groan when she sat her cottage cheese ass on it. The chair made it through 8 helpings from the buffet, and looked safe for a ninth, but somewhere between spoonfulls of pure ranch dressing, the chair absolutely shattered. It sounded like a bomb went off, and the restaurant shook like an earthquake hit it. Over 500 pounds of heaving lard hit the floor, and once there continued to jiggle and shake for half a minute. Hayley was totally shocked by the fall, but quickly regained her happiness. She clambered back to her feet with all the grace of a quarter ton 18 year old to continue her messy feast of grease and fat, after all her list wasn’t going to be stopped by a cheaply made chair.

Reach 600 pounds
Hayley wasn’t going to miss this milestone. She had bought a new scale, an industrial one that wouldn’t even recognize anything less than 350 pounds and would take anything up to a ton. That was a distant goal, but she would settle for an even 600 at the moment. She had a massive feast the night before consisting of 5 whole fried chickens, a dozen potatoes, a gallon of baked beans, and four two liters of Mountain Dew (not to mention two gallons of cookie dough ice cream to smooth it all out). She had really wanted to weigh herself before going to sleep, but the food coma caught up with her before she could bother with it. Groggily waking up she waddled her four and a half foot butt to the bathroom and with the intent to empty her big belly into the toilet. As she dropped her massive ass onto her frequently filled porcelain throne, she realized the mistake she was making. She would have a few extra pounds in her if she could just hold it in for a little while. Hayley jumped off her toilet (about as quickly as a fat lard can jump) and on to her new scale. It felt like an eternity, but the numbers stopped rolling and came to a halt at 601.4. A loud squee escaped her messy face, and she clapped her stuffed sausage fingers together. She went to the cabinet under the sink to get her bathroom stash of Hostess snacks, and sat back down on the toilet to continue her morning routine.

Double weight again
After her hitting the 600 pound mark, Hayley realized that she would fully octuple her original weight once she hit 680. Eight times as heavy as she once was! She could probably fit 3 or 4 of her old self inside her gut alone. She planned that once she crested her goal weight, she would celebrate by eating her old weight in food that day. She had even phoned in to local restaurants telling them to dispatch a certain order when she gave a code word.

After a full month of buffet-ing, she nonchalantly passed her 680 pound goal. She was so elated that she didn’t even bother leaving the bathroom where the scale was to start her 80 pound feast. She just sat naked on the toilet, while pizzas, chicken, ribs, ice cream cartons, and all sorts of miscellanea were delivered to her. She could feel her stomach stretching to accommodate the food she was cramming in her fat face. She was so full she swore she could feel the food backing up in her throat as she pushed more and more down her gullet. She was actually sweating from the amount of exertion her overworked digestive tract was putting in. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this, but she wanted it so badly…to eat her old weight in food in a single sitting was so hot to her.

Two thirds of the way through her inhuman feast, she actually passed out. During her little nap, Hayley dreamed of not just eating her old weight, but having her current weight forced down her insatiable maw, never ceasing to be filled with fattening foods. She was startled awake once her dreamself slowly realized that she had eaten all of the food nearby and screamed in horror. Snapping awake, she saw that she actually had a big pile of food to go. However, her gut was still so full that it felt like a concrete ball had been stapled to her chest. Hayley leaned back to relieve some of the pressure, but once she got back more than a few degrees, an enormous belch erupted from within. It echoed violently in the enclosed space and ran for what felt like minutes. Once it finally petered out, her heavy gut, while still full by any means, felt just open enough to squeeze in the last of her human sized feast. She could only hope that eating a 160 pounds of food at 1300 pounds would be much easier…

Belly touches the floor when sitting
This goal had slowly snuck up to Hayley, because she could feel her pendulous gut swinging between her legs while she sat at her table mounted trough. However, she had been noticing it drooping closer and closer to the floor, occasionally getting a scrape when she got extra vigorous with the feeding. This time there was no mistake though; as she leaned back for a moment of digestion (also known as a good belch and even better fart) she felt a slight moment of concern when she felt…lighter than normal. It couldn’t be, she had just finished off a pigs trough of cookie dough. Pausing her feast for a moment, she shook her hefty gut. She had a hard time getting a grip on the greasy jell-o, and it weighed probably 3 times as much as she used to weigh so she had a hard time getting it moving. As the doughy blob swung, she noticed something different…she could feel the cold smoothness of the kitchen vinyl floor. She dropped her monster gut in shock. She leaned +as far back in her chair as she could, and could still feel her belly resting on the tile. Feeling it there, sitting on the ground, even though she was nowhere near it made her feel like any goal she set, she could achieve. She leaned back into her trough and ate with abandon, hoping to make other body parts a permanent addition to the floor.

Need special made clothes
Hayley had finally managed to muster up enough energy to heave her sweaty blob of a body into a mobility scooter and get off to her favorite big girl’s store. As she wheeled in to the store, her favorite employee gleefully greeted her. They had a little game where they kept holding out for the day where the store’s inventory would just be totally inadequate. They knew it was getting close as the store’s penultimate size (7XL) was practically latex tight the last time Hayley was in. Time had passed since the last time she was in though, and they immediately skipped to the biggest size available; the vaunted 8XL. Sitting in the fitting room (actually a room and not an overfed closet like most stores) she put the tent shaped dress over her head, tried pulling it down, and the second she had the hem at the bottom of her mountainous belly a very audible rip echoed. The store clerk asked gently though the door if Hayley was alright. Hayley responded “Well…Sadly I think you’ve lost a customer.” “Oh, don’t worry about that honey, I do a little seamstress work on the side, I’d be happy to make circus tents for you.” Hayley couldn’t believe her luck and she squeezed the rail thin clerk into her soft folds, coating the poor girl in grease and crumbs. “You’ve made this whale so happy!”

Have trouble standing up alone
Hayley was just going about her normal daily routine of gorging her brains out when she realized her 6th tub of ranch dip was getting low. Seeing no one was near, she actually decided to motivate her blubbery ass to the fridge to get a new one. She wobbled to the side trying to get some momentum and shuffle her cellulite ridden ass to the edge of the seat. Despite working up buckets of sweat, she made no progress. She tried just rocking forward and backward, but her gut (now firmly grounded on the floor, and spreading rapidly) just would not let her bend forward enough to get the momentum to stand up. Hayley actually had a moment of panic; she had always been mostly independent and didn’t need anyone to facilitate her gigantic gain. If getting up was trouble, she was now at the mercy of others to help her feed her engorged female form. She yelled and hollered for her family to come and get her up so she could get to the fridge to load up on food again. When they did get there, they could barely get a grip on her greasy hands, although Hayley was relieved that they were willing to assist. Hayley couldn’t be bothered to help them at all, and all she could do was wheeze in place after her previous attempts, and not that they wanted it for fear of her sweating more than she already was. Once on her feet, she felt the proudest she ever felt of standing ever, because she could see that soon she wouldn’t be able to do it again, no matter how hard anyone pulled.

Get too fat for normal doors
Despite her total inability to stand up under her own power, Hayley was still determined to keep her mobility (no half assed checks for her) until she literally was unable to take a step. This meant that she was still squeezing her enormous backside through the standard doors. For weeks she could feel her lumpy hips brushing the sides of the frame, and each time it felt like a teasing tickle of an expert lover. She’d even stop sometimes and sway from side to side, feeling her cellulite smush into the wood. A few weeks into feeling the playful touches of the door frames on her flanks, she couldn’t even enter the portal, her heavy hips getting caught on the outside of the door. Not even greasing her piggish body would get her through normally. She had to go through the door sideways, and even then the door continued to tease her with brushes against the hanging edge of her round gut and her cellulite coated butt cheeks. The little tickles going through sideways even produced excited her so much (too bad the wetness this created couldn’t help her get through the door) as she knew that within weeks, or even days the doors in her home couldn’t even begin to let her through. A call to the carpenter was in order.

Need special furniture
Hayley had broken furniture before, but it was always the cheap furniture of a buffet. She’d never broken a couch before though. It happened while she was gorging on numerous five gallon buckets of ice cream in her living room, watching the cooking channel on TV. At first she heard a little creak coming from her backside (it being audible despite the thickness of the insulation between the crack and her ears should have been clue enough that it was serious), but she shrugged it off as just some gas. The second clue came with a loud pop of some of the wood framing giving way, but again she had no problem just writing it off as her massive belly shifting some of its greasy contents. All of this should have been warning for the couch almost exploding under the massive girl sitting on it, but not to Hayley so she was quite surprised to find herself sitting on the floor in a pile of splintered wood and fabric.

Overcoming the shock, she realized what she had done. She swelled with pride in her overfed body, and she became ecstatic when she realized that the cushion that had been so thick before, but was now paper thin under her creamy, lumpy, buttocks. After basking in the glory of being too fat for any seat in the house, her family helped to her sagging thighs and led her back to her bedroom. Once there, she positioned herself with the bed directly behind her couch crushing rear and ready to lower herself down. ‘Lower’ was probably the wrong word, as she just let gravity take its course and just flopped down onto the side of the bed. This time though, the poor old bed just wasn’t up for another day of over 700 pounds of fat teenager. The mattress hit the floor as the bed’s legs frayed and splintered, sending the mattress flopping to the floor where it was permanently crushed under the weight of gluttony and hedonism. “Do you think that carpenter who widened the door knows a good steel worker?”

Trouble walking
As Hayley had said in the past, she was determined to keep her mobility till the last. As she approached half a ton though, mobility was edging towards the door. Her folded over thighs rubbed together all the way down to her knees, even with her swinging her legs far out to the side to get the biggest waddle she could. Worse than that, her monster gut hung down to her shins, and on top of being heavier than some whole people it flopped against her thighs, forever keeping her from moving her legs very far forward. Below her belly, her cankles had gotten so full of adipose that they actively rolled a third of the way down her rounded feet, and even touched the floor and dragged behind her heels. Even leaving the room was as exhausting to her as a full marathon to healthy person.

Walking may have been the biggest of Hayley’s concerns (well, fantasies really), but moving everything else was just as much of a challenge. Her arms always ached from the constant feeding she was doing for herself, and she could always feel her arms on her sides, but if only because the fat hanging from her upper arms hung so low that it could touch her armpit even if she could lift her arms above her head. She could also hardly bend her arms at all with the way the huge bags of cellulite folded over her elbow. At the top of her mountainous body, her head was also slowly being frozen in place by fat. Her double chin had gotten so thick that she could hardly turn her head to either side, and couldn’t lower her head at all to look downward. On top of all of this, her chin was actually becoming visible at the bottom of her vision. The bottom of her once well-defined jaw was now slowly sliding down her expanding cleavage, what a world she was in. So using some her remaining strength in her fat filled forearms, she made another check on her list.

Get too fat to leave house
Waking up early one morning, Hayley decided it was a buffet day. She hadn’t left the house in quite awhile, due to her continuing issues with hauling around over eight hundred pounds of bulk flab. On top of her mobility issues, most buffets in town wouldn’t even let her on the premises, let alone take part in the feasting within. One buffet owner had taken a strange liking to her; he would always give her a special extra deep, extra-large plate for every trip back up to the buffet. He suspected he might be one of those people that has a fat fetish, but she wasn’t there for love, she was there to eat until the food came back up her esophagus.

The owner would be forever heartbroken though, because there was no reasonable way for Hayley to get to the buffet. When she attempted to enter her special made handicap van, her massive gut got stuck on the frame. Her family attempted to give her a good shove, but it was no use, her fat was outside of the door on both sides. There was discussion about lubing her fat up, but she was just too wide to even consider passing through. They even tried the rear doors, but again there was just no way to get her wobbling blubber into the van. Hayley sat on the bumper (nearly turning the van into a stanced variant) munching on some cheese puffs, while her parents brainstormed solutions to their new found homebound daughter. Once she emptied the bag, she told them to not even bother, she was now trapped in the house by all practical means.

Belly touches floor while standing
Hayley licked her fingers clean of the thick, decadent frosting off of a 6 layer wedding cake. She had taken to eating one of these daily lately, as a sort of symbolism of her marriage to food. She had even commissioned hundreds of models of her obese self (of course made in chocolate and candy coated). For the first time since she started porking up, she actually reveled in not being full; she was absolutely thrilled that a 6 layer wedding cake wasn’t enough for her ravenous gut. However, an empty stomach was still unacceptable and she had her family come and heave her upright so she could go sit in front of the fridge for some direct gorging. Once up though, she felt unusually light, like someone was holding part of her up. Taking a ponderous first step, an odd sensation hit her feet. Feeling something scrape her feet, made her realize that she was feeling the same sensation in her hanging gut. Grabbing ahold of the nearest roll, she swung the huge thing side to side, and could feel it brushing against the carpeting. She kept swinging the hundreds of pounds of adipose, just to feel the floor touching her belly. She couldn’t believe it, something that wasn’t even supposed to reach your crotch, let alone your knees, was now touching the floor, standing. She snapped out of her fantasy land to realize her gut was unapologetically roaring to be fed. Determined to hang onto mobility she pushed forward, feeling her legs rub together down to her knees and her bulging belly slap against her impossibly thick thighs. Once she cleaned out the refrigerator, she’d have another important check to put on her list.

Become immobile
Hayley knew immobility was on its way once she had her gut touch the floor, but she soldiered on each day, making the arduous journey from her bed to the front of the (main) refrigerator. Even during the walk she wasn’t without something fattening. She started out by having a dozen doughnuts stationed every 5 feet, but soon found it too cumbersome to try and walk and chew. The solution was to just put a camelback pack filled with milkshake on a family member, hand her the straw, and follow her all the way to the kitchen. Sure, she had to have multiple family members, each having two packs follow her to the kitchen, but its intended goal was soon reached.

After a week and a half of chugging down 6 camelbacks of milkshakes, plus her “normal” pigging out, she called for her family to pull her up for another kitchen trip. Once there they, grabbed her as usual, and pulled with all their might. They strained more than usual, but the workout every day of lifting a half ton of lard strengthened them up and they eventually lugged her to her feet. It was all for naught though. Hayley stood on her own two feet, her gut peacefully covering her feet, but after a measly few seconds her whole body began to sway. Her family reached into to steady her, but her massive bulk was too heavy and amorphous to hold on to. Her legs gave way as she flopped back on to the bed with a crash. Her family gasped in shock as the mound of blubber hit the bed. As she laid there spread eagle on her king size bed, she could only wheeze “I’m hungry.”

Become world’s fattest girl
Hayley knew that the current world’s fattest woman was at about 1,200 pounds so she made sure that the record book people were watching as she glugged back gallon after gallon of milkshake. Slowly, but surely the numbers crawled upward. The gathered officials seemed to be absolutely mortified that someone would do this to themselves intentionally. In fact, they doubted it was even legal for them to include someone if they did it on purpose, but they checked their rules and there was nothing against it. Certainly they would have to change it after Hayley, but it was doubtful that anyone would ever exceed her at the rate she was packing away the lard. Hayley just laid back in her bed, tube in her mouth, staring at the digital scale increase its count. She metered her intake as the numbers went 1,197…1,198…1,199…1,200…1,201. Stopping exactly at 1,201 she popped the tube out of her mouth, gasped for some air, and said “Put me in the book boys…if you stick around for awhile, I think I can even beat those few men who have a little bit more baby fat than me.”

Get too fat to move arms
Waking up a few days after her record breaking day in a sugar hangover from her celebratory cake (well, 25 of them) she felt absolutely starved, as if those 25 cakes were like 25 crumbs. All she could remember from the orgy of food the past several days was ingesting pound after pound of fried food, and then drinking the grease it was fried in. She did have hazy memories of her arms being very sore after packing her round cheeks with a rainbow of fattening flavors. All of this reminiscing about meals past was really making her absolutely ravenous.

Being awake before anyone had thought to check on her meant that she was on her own for food acquisition. She recently had a food tube installed above her head so she could have something to suckle on while she waited for food to be brought to her. Its use was becoming ever more frequent as her family was often quick to fall behind her dietary needs. Hayley had a problem though; her arms refused to obey her command, or rather the rebellion her fat took against her legs had finally spread to her arms. Her muscles strained and strained, but they had officially become useless. Hayley had finally managed to outeat the exercise feeding herself provided (quite a feat considering how heavy her ham shaped arms were).

Desperate to get some empty calories into her empty tank of a gut, she wiggled her fingers trying to get a few extra inches to grab the hose that dangled tantalizing close. She got distracted again when her wriggling fingers reminded her that one day she was going to get too fat to even move her fingers. God, she was so hungry see those little sausages dangle just out of reach. Hayley considered eating her own fingers she was so hungry, but again she was too fat to move her hand to her face.

She gave up on being able to reach the feeding hose and just sat there with tears welling in her eyes. The tears weren’t sad tears, but motivated simultaneously by her greed for more food, the sadness of never being able to directly speed food to her mouth, and the sheer joy of reaching the pinnacle of useless obesity. Hayley was finally useless as a human being; she was too fat to do any manual labor, her arms were too fat to even do office tasks, her mouth was always full so phone answering was out, and she was too consumed with food addiction to even be able think straight enough to be a philosopher. As a matter of fact, all this thinking was making her hungry so with a mighty bellow she said “MY ARMS ARE USELESS NOW, FEED ME!”

Double weight again and again and again…
Soon after Hayley’s arms had become useless, she realized that her feeders were useless now too. They were just too damn slow and couldn’t pack in the food like she needed. Her weight actually plateaued for the first time in over a year. This was totally unacceptable. The only solution was the feeding tube.

Despite the obvious advantages the fattening sludge provided, Hayley always loved the sensations, textures, and tastes of real food and the tube was only a mere substitute. However, she was desperate to fill her cavernous stomach so switched wholly over to the tube system once her feeders couldn’t keep up. At first she stuck to the liquid foods she always had; things like heavy cream, milkshakes, smoothies, stuff like that. It was mainly because she was actually full after an hour or so on the hose. She was in disbelief, she couldn’t even hardly remember what it was like to even feel full. Although the feeling didn’t last long; she was usually back suckling at the fattening fluids again within an hour most of the time.

Eventually, she grew tired of the liquid diet she had self-imposed, and just started having normal food pureed and poured into the pumping system. It was just in time too, she was beginning to feel her neck and chin fat pile so high that she probably couldn’t even move her jaw properly to chew solid food anymore. Soon enough, she had the hose in her mouth all day, never stopping to pause to allow the fullness to subside. After that, she had actually trained herself to swallow in her sleep so she could continue feeding despite being unconscious. This had the effect of causing her weight to absolutely reach inhuman levels.

Hayley didn’t want to miss the event of her doubling her weight again to 1,360 scale crushing pounds, so she had an alarm set to that weight so even if she hit in her sleep she could wake up for the moment. Indeed, her goal was reached in her sleep. She was annoyed, but it was her greed that put it there so she couldn’t really be mad. Once she was awake and her feeders gathered round, she had her hose removed as she wanted to say what was probably her last words before getting too fat to even speak. Hayley hadn’t stopped to think about what to say really, she was just in her food stupor so all that she managed to wheeze out was “I’m…not…fat…enough.”

So the tube went back in permanently as Hayley waited to see 2,720, then 5,440, then 10,880…