The Mountain of Geneva (part 2)
by the Studio

I had car trouble and arrived about two hours late. When I got there, the competition was in full swing. There were more fat people gathered in that restaurant than I had ever seen in one spot. There must have been at least thirty people there who weighed over 400 pounds. Over that sea of fat, I saw where Gen and her rival were fighting it out. They were sitting across from each other at a huge table covered with food and empty plates. Both wore huge bibs stained with barbecue sauce and pieces of food. I pulled up a chair by Gen and said that I was sorry I was late. She stuffed a huge chunk of pork into her mouth, turned to me and smiled. Edith came up behind me and pulled me over to the side telling me not to ruin Gen's concentration. I asked her who all the people were. She said that they were chefs from the convention who had come to cook and wager on the battle. Edith whispered that there was well over fifty thousand dollars being bet on the two. I looked over to see Gen's competition and was stunned. If Rose was any indication, Ezra hadn't done bad by choosing Bella.

Rose was stunningly beautiful and even a little fatter than Gen. She had catlike eyes, blonde hair and sported a pair of jugs and a huge ass that were even rounder than my wife's. She was sucking down ribs so fast that it barely seemed she had time to chew. I must have been staring because Edith elbowed me in the ribs. She leaned over to me and said that she was glad I was there because I could ensure their victory. I asked her how. She told me to take a seat off to the side of Gen and make sure that she occasionally caught me staring at Rose - she'd take care of the rest. I did as I was told. Gen kept looking over at me and I'd quickly shift my gaze from Rose to her. After about half an hour, it was easy to see that she was getting angry. Edith walked over to her and whispered something in her ear. Gen sat with a blank stare on her face for a minute and them began eating barbecue at a fevered pace. Rose noticed and picked up her own pace.

They only took short pitstop breaks to go to the bathroom. Each time they went, they were accompanied by someone betting against them to make sure that they didn't throw up. By midnight, Gen became so bloated that she looked like she might explode. The dress she was wearing was stretched taught. Her stomach was so full that she couldn't even lean forward to get food off of the table so they just started setting the platters on her huge shelf of tit. Rose had undone her pants and was doing the same. They kept matching each other, plate for plate, pound for pound, like two people eating for their lives. Every time Gen looked like she was about to quit, I let her catch me staring at Rose and she'd get right back to stuffing herself. By two in the morning they had nothing on but their bras and panties. Neither could eat anymore with their clothes constricting their expanding bellies. Rose looked even more splendid half naked and I was really pissing Gen off by giving her smooth, bloated belly an overt amount of attention. Gen reacted by doing the most unpredictable thing I'd ever seen her do. She stood up and removed her bra in front of everyone. I went and grabbed a tablecloth for her to cover herself with but she just scowled at me, snatched it away, and slung it to the floor. With her bra off, her huge tits hung to both sides of her gut, taking a whole lot of the pressure off. Rose was too shocked and too modest to follow suit. She did, however, keep up with Gen for two more hours, at the end of which she bolted to the bathroom as fast as her mass would allow, and threw up. Gen had won. I ran over to hug her but she just pushed me away. Edith stepped over and told her to stop being foolish, that I'd just been doing what she'd asked me to do. Gen was startled. I asked what her mother had whispered to her. Gen burped and said that she'd told her that it looked like her Ezra might be slipping away! I grabbed her swollen head and kissed her deeply. I apologized and said that I was just trying to help. Edith said that the jealousy gave her an edge and that my attentions were distracting to Rose at the same time. Gen leaned back and sighed.

On our second anniversary, two months after the duel, she sat down on the industrial scale at the bakery. Her previous months indulgence, followed by the convention and the contest, followed by her regular gluttony, had blown her up to a corpulent 553 pounds. I actually started working at the bakery part time just so I could watch her as she worked. The white uniform that she wore only served to make her look bigger and it was always a pleasure to see her, shaking like jello, as she'd hurry to the counter when a customer came in. Her massive thighs met almost to her knees and, because of their bulk, they undulated with every step she took. Her stitch-strained pants delightfully accented the immense strain that her skin was under as it corralled her incredible poundage. The taught buttons on her shirt evidenced the fact that Gen had stored much of her newly acquired bulk directly into her tits. It had taken a custom made, industrial weight bra to keep her gigantic jugs in place. Even so, they were so huge that, when she bent over, they were more than that bra could handle. Her jugs were so heavy that her stomach could barely support their awesome weight and had been forced downward onto the pillars of her thighs, which put plenty of stress on her pants. She looked like she might explode out of her clothes if she put on another ounce, a thought that kept me hard for hours without end.

Gen kept expanding and, as she did, her mother kept feeding her even more food. She constantly took us out to restaurants and made sure that Gen tried every desert on the menu, claiming that she needed to fine-tune her expertise on sweets. She would pick up loads of goods from other bakeries in town and feed them to Gen so that she could "keep tabs on the competition". She took her to all of the food fairs in the area so Gen could glut in the name of investigation. She experimented with changes in some of her recipes and had Gen sample legions of trays to get her opinion. They added a new line of candies to the bakery only after Gen sampled the complete line of goods from over fifty companies. They started to carry gourmet ice creams after another extensive research binge. Because of her mother's efforts to involve her in the "research" end of the bakery business, Gen weighed around 632 pounds on her twenty-fourth birthday. Her corpulence, in addition to bringing me undeniable joy, was also becoming even more problematic. She was so huge that we had to buy a van to get her around. She seldom drove it herself because the girth of her jugs combined with the bloated size of her arms and tits made it difficult to turn the steering wheel. We had to buy her special shoes to keep her comfortable as she waddled around the bakery. Most of the clothes she could fit looked like circus tents. For a while, she was even reduced to wearing stretch pants and oversized T-shirts. Day after day, her uniforms got tighter and tighter until they became unwearable. New ones would be ordered but, before long, they too would be stretched drumhead tight across her ever expanding body.

In spite of this, Gen was happier than she'd ever been and she felt great. Most of her life, she'd been a veteran couch potato so, from her point of view, she hadn't really given up anything. Instead, she had gained a lifestyle that she loved along with over 400 pounds. Gen's eating was also doing a lot more than just making her incredibly obese. Her size was actually a great asset when it came to the business. When our 'fat' customers came by to make a purchase, Gen would usually get them to buy a little extra because she made even the fattest person look comparatively thin. The thinner customers would pick up a little extra because they felt anorexic next to her. All of the customers knew they were getting the best because Gen personally tested everything before she sold it. The business was growing and Gen was growing right along with it. Everything was perfect, or so I thought.

One day, a familiar but unwelcome visitor dropped by the bakery to see Gen. It was Rose Maitland. She was wearing a huge, red floral dress that looked like it could have doubled as a parachute. She scrutinized the display case and then greeted Gen who replied through clenched teeth. Rose then ambled back and forth looking at some doughnuts until Edith asked her what she was doing in town. She snickered and answered that the chain of Maitland Restaurants was expanding, opening a new group of stores. They "somehow" chose to build a branch restaurant and office in our town and she'd come down to run the operation. She'd stopped by to invite Gen all of us to the grand opening, to show that there were no hard feelings. It was easy to see that, what she'd really stopped by for was to show Gen how much weight she'd put on since their last meeting. She was so fat that she was barely recognizable as the same person. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were so huge and hung so low that they almost looked like part of her vast belly. Her ass stuck out so far in the back that it heaved and fell with every step she took. Her calves were so huge that they had rolled over to conceal her ankles. Her arms quavered like two sacks of gelatin as she gestured. Her face was so bloated that her cheeks and chins shook with every word she spoke. She was beautiful. Rose made a few selections and had Gen pack them up for her - a total of six dozen pastries - claiming they would be a nice snack for later. As she paid for them, she offered a few biting comments about how she was sorry to see that Gen had lost her appetite. She even asked if she'd been sick. Gen caustically asked if she could get her anything else before she left. Rose said no but asked if Gen would do her a small favor. She had noticed the scale in the work area and wondered if she could weigh herself. She said that her scale at home didn't go up far enough. Gen grudgingly agreed, I believe, just to satisfy her own curiosity. Rose made her way over to the scale but was so fat that she had to ask me if I would help her sit down so she wouldn't hurt herself. Gen turned red in the face and nodded in approval. I took Rose's hand and helped her to settle her overblown ass down onto the scale. The needle shot upward in a blur, teetered for a few moments, and settled. Rose acted surprised, looked at Gen, and said her weight out loud, 748 pounds. I had to help her get back up and, as she got to her feet, she stumbled and pressed her mammoth tits against my belly. My dick went instantly stiff. I couldn't help but find so much woman so attractive. She gave me a mock apology, thanked Gen for the favor, and then waddled toward the front door. Before she left, she took an eclair out of her bag, swallowed it whole, licked her lips, and told Gen that she hoped she'd be seeing her again soon. She gave me a wink and made her way out.

Gen couldn't stand to be outfattened by Rose. Consequently, she and Edith called in the cavalry...Aunt Edna - a gourmet chef who had spent the last five years overseas. Even though I'd seen pictures of her before, nothing could have prepared me for meeting her in person. Gen's aunt was living proof that fat genes ran thick in their family. She was absolutely beautiful, equally pleasant, and just as fat as Gen which meant that she weighed in at about 650 pounds. For a woman in her late forties, she was remarkably firm. She had tits like two boulders and an ass like an elephant. Edna's weight had come from a life as a gourmand. She had inflated herself to her mammoth proportions by consuming tons of the best foods on the planet. When she arrived at the train station and saw Gen, she gave a broad, beaming smile. She'd heard that her that her niece had put on some weight in the name of the family feud, but hadn't known how much. She said that Gen looked good and that her mother must have been feeding her well. She looked at me and winked, adding that she'd heard I was helping too. She told Gen to turn around for her. Edna commented that Gen was the spitting image of her great-grandmother Pearl. Gen curtsied, as best she could, and thanked her aunt for the praise. Edna huffed and added if she really wanted to live up to the compliment, she'd have to put on a few more pounds. Gen grabbed her belly and said that she was ready and willing. She needed to put Rose in her place and wanted to be fattened up as much as possible during her Aunt's visit. Edna let out a hearty laugh and slapped her bloated thigh. Edith laughed with her. She told Gen that she'd better be careful or she might just what she asked for. Edna was going to be visiting for three months.

Where Edith was an expert in culinary matters, Edna was a consummate master. Gen tried one of her aunt's dishes and was immediately spellbound. She couldn't resist a single, solitary morsel that was put in front of her. Gen ate so much the first day that even she couldn't believe it, but the unfettered Darnell appetite gave her no other choice but to keep on devouring. As the days rolled by, Edna gave Gen more and more to eat. By the end of the first week, she had Gen eating almost every waking moment. Early each morning she would stuff Gen with a panoply of fattening breakfast foods. In the mid morning, she would compose an overabundance of treats at the bakery, making sure that Gen got more than her fill. By late morning, she was making sure that Gen was well stuffed before lunchtime. They would go to the all-you-can-eat bar and Edna would make Gen's selections, making sure that she ate as much as humanly possible. The owner actually started charging them double the price because Gen was eating up his profits. After lunch, it was back to the bakery and time for dessert. She also had a huge mid and late afternoon snack between the never-ending surge of sweets and treats. The entire evening was filled with an incessant cooking and eating marathon. It was then that Edna really poured on the food, preparing dish after dish and coaching Gen so that she could eat as much as possible before bedtime. She actually had Gen eating her last meal of the day at about midnight while she was sitting up in bed getting ready to fall asleep. Basically Edna was cooking like woman on a mission and Geneva was wallowing in a massive tide of incredible food.

With Edna's adjustments to her diet Gen expanded at an unprecedented rate. She was getting so much fatter so quickly, that the fat didn't have time to hang, so she just grew out horizontally. It was getting harder for her to stand up and move around, not only because she was loading on so many pounds of fat, but also because she was constantly lugging around pounds of food in her belly. What made it really difficult was that her body was still storing a disproportionate amount of fat in her tits. Her jugs got so huge so fast that we couldn't keep her in bras. Edna told her that, with as much weight as she was putting on, she might as well wait until the deluge was over to order one anyway. Gen barely had time to worry about it since she was eating non-stop.

Edna continued to push Gen to her limits and beyond. Each time her stomach stretched out enough to accommodate her massive intake, Edna started feeding her even more food. Because Gen couldn't resist any of Edna's dishes, it was a seemingly endless cycle. As a result of this ever escalating gluttony, by second month of Edna's visit, Gen couldn't even go to work because none of her clothes fit anymore. Her mother had ordered her some but, Gen was putting on so much weight so fast that, by the time they arrived she was far too enormous for them. Consequently, Gen never left the house. Completely at Edna's mercy, she ended up eating food at an assembly line pace, only taking breaks to sleep or go to the bathroom. It was absolutely miraculous how Edna was perpetually able to keep one step ahead of Gen's appetite, constantly pushing her to consume more food than the day before. Gen's body had responded the only way it could. It was literally as if someone had connected a hose to her and was steadily pumping her up with jello. Her cheeks puffed up and her rolling chins quickly swelled and engulfed what was left of her neck. Her arms grew into great meaty, rolling masses of fat. Even her panties could no longer corral her payload of stomach and the acreage of her ass. Her thighs and calves were encompassed in newfound rolls. Her immense jugs continued to swell - two thick, bloated pendulums of beauty. By the time we were able to find a dress that fit her, Gen no longer wanted to leave the house. She said that she didn't want to take the chance that Rose might see her.

Geneva's' incredible gluttony lasted until the last day of Edna's visit. That day, Edith invited Rose to come to the bakery over for a visit claiming that she had a surprise for her. Maitland hadn't stoppped by during the entire three months of Edna's visit, seemingly busy with the construction and handling of the new restaurant, but she agreed to come over. Gen, Edna and I waited at the house until the call came to tell us she had arrived. Five minutes later we were pulling up to the front of the bakery. Gen needed help squeezing out of our van. She was so fat that the only way she could come out was ass first. I almost thought she was going to fall down when she swung her two mountainous tits around and stood straight up. We had just gotten her new bra but, even with it on, her leviathan mams swang pendulously back and forth everytime she moved. The imbalance created by their oscillating bulk was almost more than she could manage. We steadied her as she swayed from side to side for a few seconds and got their undulating mass under control. Her mammoth jugs stuck out well over two feet in front of her rolling chins. She could still achieve a semblance of balance because her colossal gut helped to buttress them and her leviathan ass jutted so far as to help create equilibrium. She thanked us for our help and then lumbered toward the entrance, saying that she wanted to walk up to Rose without any assistance. With each short step, her breasts and stomach rocked from side to side, her ass heaved up and down, her calves wobbled and her massive arms swung at her sides. She was so broad across her hips that she had a tight squeeze getting through the doorway. She stood for a moment, catching her breath, and waiting for her rival to notice her entrance. When Rose turned around, her jaw dropped open and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Gen stood there before her, in her canopy of a yellow dress, shining like some great obese sun. Gen waddled slowly over to her, quaking with every step, head held high in victory. She greeted Rose gloatingly and then headed for the scale. As Rose followed close behind her, it was awe inspiring to see that Gen had swollen to so far beyond her rival's magnitude - and Rose had gained weight since the last time we'd seen her. Gen seated her immense mass on ithe scale without any help. We all watched as the needle took off like a rocket. When it finally stood still, Edith and Edna looked at each other in satisfaction, I looked at Gen in admiration, Rose looked at all of us in disbelief, and Gen looked at the number where the needle had stopped. At her size, it had been difficult to tell how much weight she'd actually put on but even I wouldn't have guessed that she'd gained as much weight as she had. I wondered how she would deal with knowing the full measure of her obesity since she hadn't weighed herself for more than a month. After a few seconds, she sat back, looked at Rose in mock amazement and said her weight loudly...856 pounds. Somehow, she got to her feet and waddled over to Maitland. She told her to stop by again when she was ready to talk about fat, patted her on the shoulder, and then ambled toward the front door. On the way out of the bakery, she grabbed a couple trays of pastries and started eating them as she headed for the door. She asked me to grab a few more for her so she'd have something to snack on as we drove to the station. I nabbed three and went to help her into the van. After she plopped down in the back seat, she took out a hankerchief and wiped off her brow. Her gloating display had taken a lot out of her. She congratulated herself with a honey bun and breathed a great sigh of triumph.

Forty-five minutes and seven dozen pastries later, we were dropping Edna off at the station. Gen was so stuffed that she barely managed to squeeze out of the van again. She wobbled over to her aunt and said that she hoped she would return soon. Edna just patted Gen on the stomach and said that she'd better wait a while before coming back. Gen told her not to worry. She'd come to terms with her true appetite in the past ninety days and wasn't going to worry about it anymore. She knew that she would still get fatter and actually looked forward to it. In fact, on our way to the station, she had decided to pay homage to her great-grandmother by going where no Darnell woman had gone before - past the 1000 pound mark. Edna hugged her as best she could, allowing for their masses, and told her that she was proud. She added that she would come back as soon as she could.

After Edna left, Gen's weight gain slowed down but she kept right on growing. With the amount of fat she was hauling around, she was much less mobile than before and couldn't expend as much energy so. Her tits weighed nearly 50 pounds each and she could only stay on her feet for about ten minutes before her back started aching and she would have to sit down and rest. When she sat down, the awesome loads of her ass and belly served like anchors to hold her in place. Because she moved around so much less and still ate to her heart's content, whatever she ate stayed with her. At work, she did little more than sit around, eat and talk to her mother.

At home, our sex life was having to be adjusted to meet the properties of Gen's obesity. Fucking with me on top was nearly impossible. Her massive stomach had to be pushed up and out of the way for me to get to her pussy. My weight combined with the fat on her chest made it difficult for her to breathe. Eating her pussy was equally difficult but I could still manage it once we got her bulk arranged properly. Her crotch was so fat that I literally had to bury my face in it to reach her clit which meant that I was constantly coming up for air. We were happier than we had ever been and were having the best sex of our lives. The obstacles that her fat presented were merely sexual challenges that had to be faced to enjoy this cornucopia of woman. Those challenges made her all the more alluring.

By her twenty-fifth birthday, Gen had passed her great-grandmother's landmark weight and was well on the way to her goal. A few times, Gen had called Edna to ask for another visit. Edna told her that she had better take it slow for a while. She said that a body can only take so much fattening at once and that she had been pushing her limits - limits that had amounted to a total of 964 pounds. Despite her absence, Edna had played an appreciable role in adding the more than 100 pounds Gen had gained since her first visit. She sent Gen special packages almost every week by special courier. Each one contained loads of incredibly fattening treats which Gen would consume as soon as she got them unpacked. Even from afar, Edna was going to help Gen crest the half-ton mark.

Rose dropped out of sight for a while, seemingly involved with her duties at the restaurant. Gen had been both pleased and worried at her disappearance - pleased that she might have beaten Rose Maitland once and for all and worried that Rose might be getting ready to mount another offensive. Gen dealt with both feelings by stepping up her food intake. She didn't pack the food down like a wildwoman, but she certainly didn't skimp.

One day, a little over a month after Rose disappeared, I was helping Gen over to the couch in our living room. When she sat down, it creaked and groaned and bowed down to the floor under her massive weight. It seemed that, at any moment, she might burst forth from her huge white t-shirt and her mammoth, black stretch pants in an avalanche of fat. She was wearing pink, fuzzy slippers on her swollen feet which sat to either side of her swollen belly as it hung down almost to the floor. Her barrel sized legs were so huge that they simultaneously pushed her vast gut upward, forcing her tremendous breasts to either side on the cushions beside her. She had her arms outstretched on the back of the couch and their bloated masses, as they rolled out on top of her breasts, accented the fact that she was nearly six feet wide. Gen was relaxed and ecstatic. We had just come back from the bakery where she had weighed herself for the first time in a week. Sitting on the couch in front of me, covering almost the entire thing, was 1010 pounds of woman. Later that afternoon, while she was commemorating her achievement with a seven layer cake that she'd brought from the bakery, the telephone rang and her celebration came to an abrupt end. It was Rose. She was calling to invite us to dinner at her house. She told Gen to be there at seven, gave her the address, told her the door would be open, and hung up. Gen was agitated beyond belief. She didn't say it, but she was singularly obsessed with whether or not the "big bitch" had outfattened her again.

(to be concluded)