Maureen hardly noticed them. Her life had
become an endless series of forkfuls, each bringing
with it a tiny little piece of fame and glory.
Forkfuls of pasta, forkfuls of cake, forkfuls of
every kind of food imaginable. And most of it was
going to end up somewhere on her body. She was
fat. Yes, even in a society where the average
woman was well over three hundred pounds, she was
very fat indeed. She knew she had a special gift
for gaining weight, but that was why she was a
model. But she was nowhere near fat enough to
reach the prize she sought: the official title of
World's Fattest Woman. For twenty years it had
been unbroken, held by the notorious model Polly
Hunter, who was believed to weigh much more than
one thousand eight hundred pounds. Maureen knew
that someday the prize would be hers; and her
record would be so incredible that it would not be
surpassed for generations to come. But at a
scrawny six hundred and fifty pounds, she knew that
a long road lay ahead. She had everything she
needed, though; a powerful modern antibiotic
regimen to ward off cellulitis; skin creams that
kept her body soft, supple, and most of all,
expandable; but these were staples for the "plus-
size" woman of 2072. Maureen also had money and
power, affording her a full-time crew of
assistants, bathers, feeders, and servants. A
full-time nutritionist carefully planned out her
gaining schedule to maximize gain rate while
preserving her in perfect health. Maureen didn't
want to take it too fast; after all, she was only
22, and had her whole life ahead of her to grow.
What she didn't have, though, was a man.
She sighed as she pushed a little button on the
control pad next to her extra wide easy chair and
thought about men, in general, as it hummed it's
was into a vertical position. Was there something
about her that chased men away? Most had stuttered
when trying to explain how beautiful she really
was. She paused in mid-waddle to examine herself
in a lavish 30's style full length art-deco mirror.
Framed inside of it was an almost unreal figure of
a fat human woman, overabundant with curves and
femininity. Though the room was dark, her
reflection seemed to contain more substance than
her physical form, as if it were peering out at her
instead of the other way around. It was a dark,
blackened room with high-mounted sconces and key
lighting above the various pieces of furniture: the
easy chairs, the mirror, the bed, and the
replicator. Somehow the lighting here put an extra
emphasis on her belly, which protruded almost a
foot in front of her, round and wide, with a small
portion that peeked out beneath the bottom of her
blouse, yet still encased by black lycrex stretch
pants. (The pants were a miracle of modern
technology and stretched comfortably to a wide
range of sizes. They only carried four sizes, and
she was wearing the third largest.) A year ago, she
had been able to reach all of her belly, but that
time was long gone. This thought made her sigh
again, in wishes for that someone who could touch
her where she could not. She put on a sexy smile
and bent forward into the mirror, exposing her
cleavage through the low-cut green top.
Impressive, she thought. Her breasts were stunning
in size, especially when supported by the bra she
was wearing. When she was standing, they made a
smooth slope below her neck ending about an inch
further forward than her belly reached. But when
sitting, they made a horizontal shelf of breast
flesh, with a bottomless chasm between, pushed
upward and out by the mass of belly below. She
waddled her frame around to face away from the
mirror, swaying side to side and causing rippling
wave motions to dance gently about her five foot
frame, intermingling, harmonizing, and eventually
dissipating. "Snapshot," she said to the mirror,
with another half-sigh. Rotating back around, she
inspected the freeze-frame of her backside. The
perfectly formed globes of flesh were round in
every way; and the green top she was wearing had
ridden up so high from their undulations that it
was sitting entirely on their shelf; annoyed, she
reached around and pulled it back down, but it was
a stretch to extend the garment to their
extremities, so she had to twist and do one side at
a time. Above these were a series of thick
symmetric rolls that constituted her back, starting
small and growing in size to her upper arms, which
were round, soft, and drooping slightly beyond her
elbows. Below her massive rear where two strong
and massive thighs, each slightly
underapproximating the globe it supported, round
with fat that concealed the powerful muscles
beneath. Her calves tapered in a similar fashion,
and her pudgy bare feet were spread slightly to
help her balance. She couldn't see how someone
wouldn't want her body, with it's deep valleys and
rolling hills. She walked to another corner to log
her weight and measurements. A computer beeped as
the calculations completed: six hundred sixty-four
pounds, ninety-six, seventy-four, one hundred and
thirty.
She decided she would go shopping to cheer
herself up. She browsed through her wardrobe and
picked out something a little more attention-
grabbing; a form-fitting blue stretch top to
replace the billowy green one. She then slipped
into her sandals, picked up her purse, and waddled
her way to the teleport pad. "Mall, main
entrance," she commanded.
"Good-bye, Ms. Montague," said a voice from a
speaker as she was leaving. It was Fredrick, the
head butler. "Dinner will be ready when you
return," he added, cordially.
The ride was short but sweet. Though she
generally had the gravity turned down a little in
her suite (turning it down more the larger she
got), the experience on the teleport was nearly
zero-gravity and always thrilling to her. She
could feel her breasts tingle and her nipples
harden slightly each time. This was always a
little worrisome, because she could not seem to
keep them from sticking out of form-fitting things
like the blouse she wore now. Oh-well, she
thought, and waddled out of the teleport at the
other end, coordinating the pendulous rhythms of
her body's movements with the demands of walking.
She was quite good at it, in fact, and took pride
in the ease with which she adjusted to new gravity
levels.
The mall was unusually busy that day, but
Maureen liked it that way. Almost immediately she
could feel the jealous stares of women only half
her size or less; but she was used to it and kind
of enjoyed it. As she navigated her plus-size form
into the main corridor, she took a survey of the
so-called competition; there were women of all
shapes and sizes, from big bellies to big thighs,
big breasts to big behinds. There were
professional women, valley girls, mothers with
children, women with men. There were lots of men,
of course, but she usually got so much attention
from them that she screened it out. None of them
seemed attractive to her today, anyway.
Already she was feeling hungry, so she went
first to the food court self-serve replicators.
Because her breasts were so big, she couldn't carry
a lot at once, so she made a few trips to the
machine until her table was sizably full. Three
double cheeseburgers, an extra-large fries, a
super-size Coke, and a tray of brownies seemed like
a good start. The booth looked far too small for
her to fit, so she punched in her access code to
adjust it. With a slight hum, the table slid back
from the seat, while the seat simultaneously
widened to accommodate her width. Her access code
was also programmed to deepen the bottom of the
seat to fit her shape more comfortably. After all,
she was a supermodel; the last thing she wanted was
a flat butt. Satisfied, she tried to push herself
into the seat, only to find that it was still too
close to the table. That's funny, she thought. It
fit me last week. Giggling to herself, she
reprogrammed the table for an extra three inches.
With a delighted sigh, Maureen sat down and
began to devour her lunch. She had to be careful,
because the size of her bust occluded her vision of
some of the table, especially the parts she could
actually reach. It was a good thing she had
changed out of the green top, because she would
then have had to be careful not to spill any food
into her vast cleavage as it traveled back and
forth to her mouth. Occasionally, she glanced
around at the other tables. One woman was sitting
in a two person booth that was adjusted too small
for her. She looked uncomfortable, squished like
that, but she was obviously trying to be picked up.
A trio of women, one quite large, were gawking at
the gusto with which Maureen attacked her food.
She was careful to give them the occasional
sadistic smile. There was also the usual
collection of businessmen reading the paper, high
school kids, and men feeding their women by the
spoonful. She noticed their frequent glances as
well, but tried to quell her ego. Eating was such
an erotic experience that she had to be careful not
to eat too much too fast in public, for she would
get excited and it could be embarrassing. Still,
the food was delicious. She didn't have to go for
the higher-priced stuff, but she could never avoid
the temptation of decadence. The burgers were
greasy and thick, full of all her favorite
condiments, with rich aged cheddar cheese that
complimented the succulent beef. The brownies were
also especially good today, chocolate with
chocolate chip, and a thick layer of chocolate
frosting on top.
A few minutes later, she was swallowing the
last brownie, and Maureen had an unexpected
surprise.
***
A man walked up to her table, and asked, "Still
hungry? I can buy you some more." The surprise
wasn't that he walked up, but in fact that she was
attracted to him. She hadn't felt that way since
her high school boyfriend, who had died tragically
three years past.
She licked her lips before she answered to
conceal any remaining brownie crumbs. "Yes, I'm
still pretty hungry. Care to join me?" she
replied, trying to keep her throat from getting
caught up.
"I'll get you some chocolates. I'm sure you'd
just love some." He was being a little
presumptuous, but she was so engrossed with his
looks that she hardly noticed. That and the fact
that he was reading her mind; chocolates sounded
wonderful. She watched him walk to the replicator
and access the advanced menu. He was tall,
slightly thin, but very confident and had presence.
"Here, I think these will do," he said as he
returned. They were nothing less than the finest
chocolates money could buy; rich and sweet, but
addictive and calorie-laden as well. She smiled,
without saying anything, and wolfed them down. She
had had lots of practice eating seductively, but
now she felt so nervous that she thought she was
making a fool of herself. Oh well, she thought.
At least I'm getting free chocolates.
"Who are you, may I ask? And do you know who I
am?" She didn't like mysteries, and of course
wanted to know if she was dealing with a fan. Fans
could be dangerous, which is why she didn't go out
in public often.
"Yes, Maureen, I know exactly who you are. If
all goes well, you will find out who I am, too.
Let me say that I'm a big fan of your work. You
can call me Rich." He was a mix of business and
casual, but speaking in a way that most fans
didn't. Maureen pushed her breasts to one side and
shook his hand. Though she could not see the box,
she knew there were about four chocolates left, and
she wanted to eat them as quickly as possible.
This was going to be difficult if she couldn't get
him to talk more.
"Okay, Rich. Nice to meet you. It's always
nice to meet a fan. Listen, I'm shopping for some
clothes today; would you like to help me pick some
things out?" She looked directly into his brown
eyes, trying to read his intentions. Maureen hoped
she wasn't being presumptuous, but she wanted to
minimize the time she spent in public, and was
eager to get moving.
"I would love to. Let's go." They got up from
the table, and she saw him in full profile again.
He was very tall with dark eyes and a clean shave
on his smooth angular chin. He must been absorbing
her profile as well, as she noticed from the almost
unnoticeable bulge in his jumpsuit. Overcoming her
nervousness, she led him out of the food court and
through the mall. She was in good shape, but
moving her massively round frame in a normal
gravity setting slowed her down a bit. Her
courteously matched her pace, and before long they
ended up at "Juliet's Plus-Size Outlet", one of her
favorite stores. She instructed him to wait by the
changing rooms, and he did, as she made her way
around the store building a pile of possible
clothes. Judging from the weigh-in this morning,
she realized she was quickly reaching the upper-end
of sizes they sold, being a 12X in a store that
only carried to 14X. Still, she was able to find
some interesting new items. She found Rich waiting
outside the changing rooms, reading a magazine
tablet. She couldn't see it, but he was smiling
widely as he watched her waddle in. She came out
five minutes later in a flowing black dress, low
cut in front and back. She spun around to cause
the dress to fly out and billow around her waist
and hips. "What do you think?"
"Excellent! Good choice. What else do you
have?" He seemed pleasant enough, though a little
formal. She also noticed that he was taking some
notes, but didn't say anything and went back in.
She reappeared a minute later, this time in a
shocking green knee-to-waist miniskirt and a milky
white blouse. Her breasts were too large for it,
and her stomach skin showed a little beneath it's
lower hem. "That green is a little bold for that
top. Do they have any other colors for that
skirt?"
"Yes, I think they do, let me go look for
some." She had never actually had clothes
critiqued by a man before, and this was
interesting. What's more, she thought he was
probably right. Finding the skirts again, she
replaced the green one and took down a more subdued
mahogany. She changed again, and this time met his
approval.
"Much better. Let's see what else you picked
out." She proceeded to showcase about six other
outfits, and on several, he provided suggestions
and improvements. For others, he asked her
directly about her weight and measurements, which
she proudly provided. She left in her original
clothes and teleported her purchases back home.
They left the store and began to stroll a bit more
slowly through the mall. She was still curious
about Rich and who he was. She had felt like she
had done all the talking, while he was relatively
quiet. "Sit down, " he said as they neared a
bench. "I have a proposition for you." They sat
down on the wide cushioned bench, Maureen taking up
almost half of it.
"I think that's going a little fast for me,"
she replied, her stomach churning a little. She
wanted to bite her nails, but she just sat, folding
her hands where they reached just below her
breasts, and looked into his eyes, seriously.
"No no, I said 'proposition,' not 'proposal.'
I have an offer for you that you can't refuse, I
think. Just hear me out."
"Okay, I'm listening."
"What would you think if I told you that you
would be the most famous model in the solar
system?"
"I'm still listening." Maureen quickly
realized that she was hearing a pitch from a
modeling agency. She had been out of work for a
year, and her money from the last gig was running a
little dry, but she had been lazy about looking for
a new one. It seemed like a gig was dropping into
her lap. That is, if she had a lap at all.
Rich lowered his voice. "I am starting a new
modeling agency that will revolutionize the
business. Our investors have put three years and
millions of dollars into research and development
for how to acquire super-size top-notch models for
advertising, apparel, fashion shows, and stardom.
They boys in the back room came up with something--
something very special. It's a new weight gain
program,"--and now he lowered his voice even more--
"that can let you gain hundreds of pounds a year."
Maureen gasped. "Is that safe?" She was
instantly turned on, but tried to hide it. Her
face flushed, and she shifted in her seat, her
large hips and thighs brushing up against him
slightly.
"Perfectly safe. They've created an enzyme
that targets lipid-storage cells for mitosis at an
exponential rate. It's also perfectly controllable
and enhances bodily health."
"I'm not a biology professor. In English,
please?"
"Sorry. What it means is, we can cause your
body to produce more fat cells, each with the
potential of storing twice the amount of fat of
it's parent cell. So wherever you have fat now,
you will become much, much fatter. We can focus on
different areas of the body, of course. As an
added bonus, we have a license for nanomachines
that act as 'nurses' for the fat cells and clean
the blood stream. Our weight gain program has been
tested on a few people already. But we're trying
to keep it secret from the big supermodels. We
could sell it to them; but we want to beat the
competition!"
Maureen was engrossed. Before she knew what
she was saying, she blurted out, "Well, I'm your
woman!"
"I know you are, Maureen. I've been looking
for you for a long, long time." They stared into
each other's eyes again, and Maureen could tell she
was in for the experience of her life.
***
The modeling company was setting up a small
main office on the space station, and Maureen was
able to continue living in her old suite while
engineers came to install photo and video studios
and body analysis machines. They also delivered
cases full of the "Adizyme" drug that she would be
taking. Rich was there, of course, supervising the
operation, which gave Maureen a chance to get to
know him a lot better. They did the first contract
for a plus-size catalog, who liked her so much that
they made an extended contract for three more, or
until she was too large to fit their clothes.
After it was released, the agency was flooded with
requests for more; no one had seen Maureen for a
year, and she had gained a lot of weight since
then. Little did they know of the surprise they
were in for.
Two months into the project, Maureen had gained
about eighty pounds. The beginning would be slow,
she was told, to allow her body to adjust to new
operating conditions. But she was ecstatic. She
had never gained so fast; she used lots of lotions
and skin conditioners to protect against stretch
marks, but some appeared on her belly anyway. She
tried to hide them, but when they were discovered,
Rich thought they were beautiful and highlighted
them in the next series of photobooks.
She was enjoying the modeling so much that she
went out less often and stopped working out. As a
consequence, she had to turn the gravity down even
further to keep her from getting out of breath.
The agency warned her not to lose her mobility, but
she ignored them. Her life was perfect, save for
the stand-offishness of Rich. She ate constantly,
filling her stomach and inner passions to their
fill, and exposed her lavishly growing form to the
world in catalogs, expositions, and fashion shows.
Everything was going great. When she reached eight
hundred, she began to worry about her
dependencies. Just like Rich had said, her body
had swelled tremendously in all of her already-fat
places. This made her head, neck, back, and feet
about the same size as always, though her butt,
breasts, and belly had swelled like balloons. She
was finding that she could no longer reach about
sixty percent of her body without the aid of
robotic reach-arms. Her breasts had also become
large enough to start annoying her, because she
couldn't seem to find a bra that would hold them
somewhere out of the way. Fortunately, Rich was
able to arrange the treatment and stop their
growth, redirecting it to other parts of her body.
Her hips were now over two hundred inches around,
and she found that having a five-foot wide rear end
was troublesome as well. With her arms
outstretched sideways, she could just reach the
ends of her hips. She also had not fully adjusted
to her body's mass from gaining so fast, and she
often bumped into people or knocked things over
unwittingly. This would also be the last time she
would be able to go shopping for clothes. She was
now as big as the largest woman you could find on
the space station; truly supersized, and the
stopping point for most professional feedees who
wanted to have a life outside of modeling. None
of them had a figure like Maureen's, though; the
agency's amazing product was forming her body into
a grossly exaggerated Venusian goddess. Not a
single surface of her fleshy form was flat; she was
rounded in every way. Intimacy forced the couple
to be more creative, though it was of course
possible, because although Maureen's body was large
and heavy, it was incredibly soft and pliable.
And, as always, most difficulties were solved by
nudging the gravity down another notch.
By this time, excursions outside of her suite
became almost impossible due to the crowds that
mobbed her wherever she went. It took eight armed
bodyguards and a robotic defense system to protect
her from her fans. Not only that, but under normal
gravity conditions, she was a little slow on her
feet, and she had to be careful to synchronize the
movements of her extremities to avoid falling.
After a few more pounds, she also had to make use
of a metastabilizer suit that helped her balance
and move around a little easier. In fact, she soon
found that her popularity and wealth could solve
just about any problem she ran into. Technology
firms from across the solar system made their bids
to engineer solutions for her day-to-day tasks, in
exchange for advertising and exposure.
The media, too, was having a feast with
Maureen's incredible gains, having never seen such
a young and beautiful woman blossom at such a fast
pace. Of course, they all wanted to know what her
secret was to gain so fast. "I'm just a natural,"
was all she would say. Once in a while, her health
risks were questioned, but the agency was able to
assure the public of her perfect health, due to the
constant monitoring and nanomachines that kept her
fit. And it was perfect health, save for a little
muscular atrophy, but she could live with that. So
what if she eventually had to live in a zero
gravity environment? Exercise was never enjoyable,
and eating was. For the hedonistic Maureen, the
pleasures of life made every decision easy.
But of course, her fame couldn't go
unchallenged forever. The agency couldn't survive
on one model alone, so with Maureen's success, they
began to start other budding beauties on the
program. One day, Rich came to see her as she sat
in her easy chair, eating lunch. He took a survey
of her ever expanding form; noting that her hips
and thighs hung off the sides of the five foot wide
armless chair, and how her thighs still seemed
pronounced when buried under that massive belly.
She wore a much-too-small top that stretched thinly
between her breasts and belly, exposing a great
deal of flesh, and the usual Lycrex leggings she
loved. She was truly beautiful; no one could argue
with that. Even if she were two hundred pounds, he
thought, she would still be breathtaking. But now
at nine-hundred plus, she was astounding.
With her bra on, she could arrange most of her
food on top of her breasts, where it was easily
accessible and visible. "Could you hand me that
burrito," she said with her mouth full, pointing to
the tortilla-wrapped morsel that was just beyond
reach.
"Sure, here you go." Rich caressed her hand as
he placed the burrito inside it. "I have some good
news and some bad news. Which do you want first?"
"I'll take the bad news. When I'm eating, I
can take anything," she said between bites. She
could tell this was bad from the serious look in
his eyes. She swallowed and put down her food,
bracing herself.
"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath. "This
morning, Rita was weighed at nine hundred and
forty-three." He winced.
"You're kidding! That's ten pounds more than
me! You promised!" Maureen was steaming about the
possibility of a challenge to her superior place in
the agency. She wasn't about to let some new model
rival her supremacy, especially after Rich had
guaranteed it to her. "You better tell me the good
news, quick." She pouted, her sizably full cheeks
reddening and compacting the red lips between.
"You're going to love it. The boys have come
up with something new to supplement your Adizyme
treatment. Now they have a diet plan that will
flatten your metabolism and keep you perfectly
healthy! It'll be our little secret."
"Sounds good," she said, looking back to
burrito in relief. "I can't wait." He kissed her
deeply, and she gently took his hands, putting one
into her vast cleavage and the other between her
tightly clothed legs...
***
The diet quickly took effect. If she was
gaining fast before, now she was gaining really
fast. Having grown out of size 4 Lycrex long ago,
she now had custom sizes expressly made for her in
exchange for the advertising she did for them. Two
months later, her decreased mobility finally got
the best of her. At around twelve hundred pounds,
she lived within the walls of her suite in an
extravagant zero gravity lifestyle. Now she was
gaining over a hundred pounds a month, and though
her size and beauty were phenomenal, the modeling
agency was beginning to lose money. Not only were
they finding a more difficult market for the seven-
foot-wide Maureen, but they were having difficulty
tearing her away from her binges to do videos and
photo sessions. The increase in Adizyme in
combination with her new diet made Maureen
ravenously hungry every waking hour. When she
appeared in a music video, they had to supply her
with a donut every five minutes to keep her from
following her stomach instead of the director.
Maureen felt once again like the star of the show;
Rita had been left in the dust.
As she neared sixteen hundred pounds, Maureen
began to feel a little bit shocked by her own size.
Each of her breasts outsized a beach ball, and her
round hips and rear stretched far beyond the reach
of her pudgy hands and draping upper arms. Without
gravity, her body had swelled to magnificence in a
perfectly symmetrical, feminine way. She had a
room of her suite where she took "baths," with a
powerful hot water sprays on one side and a
draining mechanism on the opposite wall. She would
spend hours caressing herself in the water,
directing it in and through her many folds. With
some help, she was able to straddle the spray and
work her way slowly to an incredible orgasm, when
Rich was away. Her butt was monstrous, extending,
she was told, two feed behind her, twin globes in
the truest sense. She had seen pictures of fat
women from the 20th century, with their fat
drooping and falling ever closer to the ground,
while hers slowly made it's way outward from the
body in huge, round globes of adiposity. In this
way, she felt special and unique. Her body, not
having any "down" to reference to, appeared as if
inflated, and was becoming more so every day. But
even 'inflated' couldn't describe it, because of
the mesmerizing rippling motions on her skins
surface that accompanied every movement. One
advertisement for skin cream showed her turning
around seductively and stopping herself, and though
her frame would stop, the mass of fat around it
continued subtly on, pulling and stretching, and
then finally bouncing back in all directions, a
one-thousand six-hundred pound perpetual motion
machine.
Maureen sold more products that year than any
advertising model in history; she even had a
contract for a movie, but she was gaining too fast
for the role to be believable, so the part was cast
to Rita instead. By this time, Maureen's life was
so well documented that she could find her weight
and measurements in the news every morning before
she even got up to check them herself.
One day she found that the five-foot wide
doorways of her space station suite were simply
impossible to pass through. At first, when going
directly through was no longer possible, she began
fitting through sideways, or stomach-down, hip
first. Later, she had to abandon this as well, for
her rear and stomach would not compress enough to
allow her passage. Her last method had been to
float on her back and squeeze her stomach and
breasts in first, toward the ceiling, and then
slowly wiggle her butt in the rest of the way
across the floor.
Rich tried to comfort her. "Don't worry,
dearie, we can get them widened. You're making the
tabloids every week now, you know. Superwoman
magazine has a section devoted just to you. We
have thousands of people with network subscriptions
to your current statistics. This is just a small
hurdle."
"Oh, I think it's so exciting!" she replied.
Rich was a little shocked; but then he remembered
her fantasies. "I knew this day was going to come
soon. I didn't know it would be this soon, though!
What a milestone! One thousand, six hundred and
eighty seven pounds, and I can officially no longer
get through the standard double size doorways of
Station 17. I'm so happy, I think I'm going to
eat."
"I have some news for you, dear. I invested
all of our initial profits and have enough stock
options with the company to begin my greatest
project ever-- a whole new spacecraft for our
models! We will be able to accommodate models of
every size on the upper range of the scale, with
the ability to travel to meet our customer demands!
Best of all, I have modified the plans for the
cargo area of the RS-23 to make them your personal
room!"
"An RS-23? My god, Rich, that's over a million
cubic feet!"
"Yes, I know! You'll have everything you need;
video and holoscreens, replicators, environmental
control, and a large inside window where your fans
can come admire you! What do you think?"
"Well, I hope you finish it soon, I'm about to
outgrow this place. And then I don't know what I'd
do." Maureen was so excited, she couldn't contain
herself. She pushed herself across the room, her
massive form jiggling wildly and in all directions,
screaming in excitement. She reached the opposite
wall and used her arms to repel herself back
towards Rich.
"Maureen, look out!" he called, but she just
kept laughing. Rich was gripped with excitement
and fear as the astoundingly fat woman's legs and
behind floated relentlessly towards him. She was
so wide that he didn't have many ways to get around
her, and before he could escape, she mashed him
against the wall. He could feel the soft give of
her acres of flesh beneath the Lycrex, though they
were stretched to their limit. Her massive rear
pushed his head into the wall, and her thighs
gripped him and squeezed his abdomen. He reached
around one thigh, but could not make his hands
reach. Instead, his arms just sank into Maureen's
soft flesh. Unable to breathe, his only world of
experience was her vast body; two gargantuan thighs
enveloped his entire upper body, from head to knee,
and below that, her ever-present belly compressed
his calves and feet. Finally, she released him and
he gasped for breath.
"Are you okay?" she said, giggling some more as
she pulled herself around to face him.
"Never been better," he answered with a slight
wheeze. He had hardly had time to recover before
she ripped off her blouse (which it was about to do
by itself, anyway) then mashed him into the wall
with her enormous chest. Leaning forward, her
belly reached all the way to the floor, and secured
his lower body in place. She took what she could
of each breast in her arms and brought them around
his head. Remembering his suffocation from the
last time, he deftly brought his head up through
the center of her cleavage, meeting her lips in a
romantic kiss...
***
Two weeks later, the cargo chamber was finished
and Maureen was transported into what was to be her
final home. The transport was quite an ordeal;
since she was too large to be teleported from her
quarters on Station 17, building crews erected an
entire docking port in one of her walls. But she
had gained so much weight during the construction,
that by the time it was finished she was once again
too large to pass through. Rich had to put her on
a temporary weight loss diet, not having the funds
to revise the construction. It was only three
days, but it was hellish for her. Her stomach
ached with an emptiness she had never felt before,
and she spent the entire time forcing herself
through the port. On the third day, she became
wedged halfway, and a crew of 24 assistants were
able to fit her the rest of the way through,
unharmed. Once she arrived in her cargo bay, she
spent the first week bingeing to recover from the
weakness of the three day diet. The new room was
perfect, and had all she would ever need. As an
added bonus, the cargo bay was designed to detach
from the ship, with it's own propulsion devices, so
Maureen could take trips on her own. It was in
fact like this that she and Rich took their
honeymoon, one month later.
Soon after, Maureen broke the record and gained
her rightful title as the World's Heaviest Woman.
She and Rich lived happily ever after, and the
modeling company flourished. They had many other
models on the program, of course, but none ever
came close to Maureen's gargantuan size. Years
later, her unmeasurable weight was estimated to be
several tons, but no one could know for sure. She
thought for a moment about how it would all end, as
she sucked on a chocolate shake and looked down at
the 2:30 tour group peering in from behind the
Plexiglas. She smiled at them and hoped it
wouldn't end for a long, long time.
by Doug