Paige's Roommate
by The Studio

 

The way she recounted her story, it had been almost like a rebirth. Her very being had been changed somehow, reformed and redirected. Ideas that had been an anathema to her had been transformed into great sources of pleasure. A lifestyle that would have once repulsed her had become the very thing she longed for. But I'm getting ahead of myself. To understand what I'm talking about, you have to hear it from the beginning.

The "she" that I'm speaking of is one Paige Sinclair. Her story begins about three years ago when her roommate moved out suddenly and she found herself needing someone to cover the other half of the rent. Her neighbor, a fat woman named Kendra Mosely had been renting a two bedroom apartment by herself, and was looking for a roommate to share the expenses. The two weren't strangers; besides borrowing the occasional sugar or detergent, they had socialized at the occasional parties that were held in the complex. So the eventual arrangement seemed a logical one - they would move in together. Paige called the landlord, packed her things and moved down the hall into Kendra's place.

But let me digress a little further to familiarize you with the characters. Paige was a green eyed, beautiful, tall, athletic, busty 120 pound brunette built for speed. She did aerobics in the morning and jogged in the evening. She ate all the right things, drank all the right drinks and took care of her body like it was a temple. While Paige was into fitness, Kendra was into fatness. She packed about 350 pounds onto her short frame, had a milk chocolate complexion, wore her black hair in braids, and looked quite like a hefty Vanessa Williams. While Paige exercised, Kendra indulged. While Paige ran miles, Kendra made runs to the local restaurants. Despite their antithetical natures, they still enjoyed each other's company and quickly grew to be good friends.

Paige doesn't remember exactly when it started, but sometime during their first month together, she started putting on a little weight. It's no mystery HOW it happened - Kendra was doing most of the cooking. She had catered to her athletic roomie's tastes, but slowly began introducing more fattening selections; grilled chicken breasts were occasionally replaced by country fried chicken and gravy; Caesar salads were superseded by potato and egg salads loaded with mayonnaise; spring water was set aside for sodas and an occasional milkshake. Paige tried to shed the extra pounds by stepping up her regimen of exercise and dieting, but she invariably found herself returning to Kendra's southern delicacies. By the end of their second month together, Paige had put on about ten pounds. She still didn't consider herself fat and continually made plans to lose the extra weight, but she just considered herself as going through a brief period of indulgence for which she would pay later.

As I said, she doesn't remember exactly where it started, but she does remember when it really kicked into gear. In the span of a week two things happened: her boyfriend of two years left her for another woman, and she got laid off from her job at the packing plant. Like a good friend, Kendra offered a shoulder for her to cry on and Paige took it readily. True to Kendra's nature, along with the shoulder came plenty of food. She offered Paige countless snacks for her to drown her sorrows in. At first she was reluctant, but eating did made her feel better, so she slowly gave in. When she thought of looking for another job, Kendra simply assured her that the rent would be taken care of and then offered her some cake. When she got dressed to go out for a jog, Kendra would interrupt her with a platter of ribs and a tall beer. In no time flat, she completely gave up her exercise and dieting and totally placed herself in her roommate's fat hands. She'd sit around at night, watching T.V. with a box of Kleenex to one side and a tray of snacks to the other. In the mornings, she'd fend off her grief with a breakfast of biscuits, eggs, sausage and pancakes. At that time, Kendra was a graduate student living off her mother's generosity, so she didn't have a job. It quickly got to the point where, whenever she wasn't in class, she was at the apartment making something for Paige to eat. Throughout the day, Kendra would prepare her loads of homemade sweets to soothe her woes. When she was gone, she left behind more than enough food to keep Paige occupied.

This went on for nearly a month, at the end of which, Paige had gained over twenty pounds. Added to the ten that she'd gained earlier, she weighed more than 150 and was a bona fide plumper. None of her old clothes fit anymore. Her washboard stomach was beginning to turn into a washtub belly. Her sharp chin was starting to double. Her breasts, once perky, were developing into hangers. Her arms and legs were becoming flabby. And she was still eating like there was no tomorrow. But by that time, she wasn't feeding out of heartache, she was doing it out of habit. If Kendra cooked it, Paige would eat it. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was loving every minute of it. Having spent a lifetime of abstinence toward eating, she was enjoying her lapse into indulgence. She still saw it as a temporary state, one which she would snap out of sooner or later, but she just wasn't ready to stop yet.

She kept gaining steadily until her turning point came when Summer break began about three weeks later. At that time, she weighed almost 170 pounds and was seriously contemplating a diet. Sensing her intentions, Kendra invited Paige to accompany her during the break. She'd already made plans with her mother down in Alabama and had been assured that she'd be a welcome visitor. Paige balked at the offer, politely refusing and saying that she didn't want to impose. Kendra went for the phone. When she had someone on the line, she told Paige that somebody wanted to talk to her. It was Mrs. Mosely and she informed Paige that refusal was not an option. She was invited to partake of some Southern hospitality and to turn it down would be an insult. After she hung up, Paige tried to escape by saying that they'd lose the apartment. Kendra produced a piece of paper - a contract subletting the apartment. She'd already found tenants and all Paige needed to do was sign. Paige said she needed to find a job because she was almost broke. Kendra said that she could work at her mother's restaurant - that it had already been arranged.

As soon as they pulled up to Kendra's house, it was immediately evident that fatness ran in the family. Two huge women waddled down off the porch and greeted them as they got out of the car. They were Kendra's sisters and each one of them weighed more than she did. The first one, Tonique, was dressed in a purple tent and at a guess, Paige estimated that she tipped the scales at just over 400 pounds. Damika, the eldest sister had been more ambitious, and obviously weighed well into the 500's. They escorted the two inside where their guest got to see first hand, where all the fat had come from. Mrs. Mosely was absolutely enormous. She was sitting at a huge dinner table, glowing in a floral blue smock and a massive denim skirt, and was obviously the fattest person Paige had ever seen. She weighed 600 pounds if she weighed an ounce. Smiling broadly, she braced herself and slowly lifted her massive bulk upward. Paige was amazed at how she was able to lift so much weight with comparatively little effort. With her arms outstretched and huge rolls of fat dangling, she beckoned the two over for a hug. That done, she motioned for them to sit down at the table. The other two daughters began pulling pots and pans out of the refrigerator and stove, arranging them neatly on the table. In a few short minutes, a feast was set before them. Mrs. Mosely took Paige's plate and loaded it with as much food as it would hold. She told Kendra that she hadn't mentioned that her roommate was just skin and bones. She turned to Paige and said that they'd take good care of her while she was their guest.

Paige says that she ate more food at that meal than she'd eaten at a single sitting in all her life. After an hour she was stuffed, but Mrs. Mosely kept refilling her plate. By the time the meal was finished, she'd had three heaping platefuls of food and four servings of dessert. As she felt herself getting sleepy, she was amazed to see that the two eldest daughters were getting up to start cleaning. The huge woman told Kendra to take her friend to her room, that they must be tired after such a long drive. Paige consented politely and minutes later found herself dead asleep on a comfortable, queen-sized bed.

She was awakened by Kendra gently shaking her and saying that it was time for dinner. Paige couldn't believe her ears. She said that it had to be a joke. Kendra merely pulled aside the curtain beside her bed to reveal that it was evening. She'd been asleep for hours. The only thing that startled her more than realizing how long she'd slept, was the fact that she was actually hungry. After freshening up, she joined the other ladies in the dining room where a feast awaited that outdid the one she'd seen earlier. Her mouth watered in anticipation as she took her seat and the festivities began. Paige glutted herself on fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans swimming in bacon fat, rolls smothered in butter, macaroni and cheese, washing it all down with glasses of cola. For dessert there was cheesecake, pecan pie and ice cream. By the end of it, Paige was so full that she could barely move. As if it hadn't been enough, with Mrs. Mosely's insistence, she also sampled over a dozen candies from a box of chocolates.

About an hour and a half later, as they were all sitting out on the porch, Tonique suggested that they all go out for donuts. Kendra disappeared and, minutes later, pulled up beside the house in a huge van. Paige still felt stuffed, yet didn't protest as she found herself being dragged along. At the shop, Tonique took Paige on a gorging tour of the shops wares. She sampled almost every kind of donut in the place: cream filled, glazed, cake, chocolate covered, iced, dipped, jelly, she tried them all. She was so full at the end of it that they had to help her to the van. She said she felt sick and yet elated at the same time - so full that she thought she'd lose it, yet warmly satisfied by an incredibly bloated sensation.

A few days later, she started her job. Mrs. Mosley's restaurant had been built from the ground up by she and her late husband. It was a Southern style buffet that featured an incredible array of the most fat-laden calorie packing foods imaginable. Every dish either had grease, butter, cheese or cream somewhere in the ingredients. Damika ran the business with only rare appearances by her mother who was content to sit at home and let her girls take care of things. With as much as the daughters ate, Paige was amazed that the place could stay in business. They were continually sitting down with a platter of ribs or some other delicacy, and stuffing their faces. Paige's entire working day came down to cooking, cleaning, serving and eating. She quickly found herself doing more of the latter than the former. She almost felt like she was being absorbed by what was happening to her. While she was wiping down tables, she'd find herself gobbling down candies from the courtesy bowls. Whenever she got a break, she made sure to load herself a plate. While she was cooking, she took constant samples from the pots. She felt almost as if some power from within was compelling her to eat. Even stranger, though, she found it...exciting. She'd always been proud of her self control, but now she was reveling in fact that she had none.

After the first week, Paige had outgrown her clothes and resorted to wearing some of the Mosely girls' old dresses. They were in fine shape, since most of them had been worn only a few times because they too had been outgrown. They were all too big for her, so she had to cinch them at the waist with a belt, but they were comfortable. After a few more weeks, she gave up wearing a bra and panties. She'd buy them and, within a week, found herself buying more. Mrs. Mosely told her that, while she was visiting with them, she shouldn't bother anyway since they were going to be fattening her up. That's the way it was. Paige remembers how easily she accepted the fact that this family of women was trying to get her to pack on the pounds at a breakneck pace. It was almost like she'd become a family project - as though they'd made a pact to feed her into super-sized dimensions. They took her out to buffets, restaurants and fairs where she'd stuff herself to the limit. They even made estimates as to how much weight they could heap onto her during the four months of break. Tonique thought she'd gain at least 50 pounds, Damika agreed, but Kendra gave a more liberal estimate of 100. Mrs. Mosely had other ideas. She said that Paige had a gift for eating, that it was almost like the Lord had called her to it. She wouldn't give any estimates as to how fat she'd get, only to say that they'd probably all be amazed.

Paige surpassed all the daughters' estimates by the end of her second month. In those sixty days, she'd undergone a startling metamorphosis from plumper to big woman to bona fide fatso. At 275 pounds, she was a new woman. Her face was puffed up with swollen cheeks and double chins, her arms were bloated remnants of their muscular selves, her breasts, unsupported by a bra had grown into two swinging melons perched atop her rolling belly - a belly which protruded out two feet in front of her and rolled down well onto her dimpled thighs. Paige credited her amazing gain to her former athleticism. Her body had been used to burning off all the calories it consumed, but over the past few months she'd done little but gorge herself and sit around. Consequently, her metabolism was efficiently storing all those excess calories as pounds of fat. She also says that the fatter she got, the more she could eat. Her stomach was being stretched on a daily basis, so it could gradually hold more and more food. The more it could hold, the more she ate and the fatter she got which meant that she could eat even more. She remembers it as "an incredibly enjoyable cycle".

She also said that, getting so fat so fast was no joking matter. Where most of the Mosely girls had been pear shaped, she was more the hourglass. She was constantly knocking things over with her swinging boobs and her bumping into things with her bulging butt. Simply put, she wasn't use to taking up so much space or managing so much weight. She had to be careful when she was bending over because her tits would pull her forward, almost toppling her. Sitting down took equal care since the weight of her ass threatened to pull her down quickly, which most furniture simply couldn't take. She found herself squeezing through doorways, overlapping chairs, and filling aisles while simultaneously avoiding turnstiles, stairs, and chairs with arms. Most of all, the fat brought her unwanted attention. Everywhere she went, she was with the Moselys, and when they all piled out of the van it was truly a spectacle. People would stop and gawk in amazement as over a ton of female flesh waddled by. Many locals had seen Paige when she first came to town, and often offered unwanted jokes about her weight-gain. But all in all, she was happy. There were many things that satisfied her about getting fat; the act of untempered gluttony, the feel of her expanding body, the wanton indulgence without concern of the consequences.

So it went on. She lived and worked and ate in Alabama until the beginning of September, when Kendra had to return to school. She hated to leave, but it took the edge off knowing that Mrs. Mosely had given her a standing invitation to come back anytime she wanted. Over those months, she'd come to be regarded as a member of the family and, since she really didn't have any family of her own, the feeling filled her with joy. They all shed tears as they hugged good-bye, and they told the two to come back soon.

When Paige and Kendra returned to the apartment complex, they turned more than a few heads. Over the Summer, Kendra had added another fifty pounds of rolling flesh onto her already rotund form, which would have made her almost as fat as Tongue if her sister hadn't gained nearly as much weight. But, the real surprise was Paige. If it was true, as Kendra's mother had said, that her ability to eat was a gift, then she had utilized it to it's fullest potential and then some. During her first few days back in town, most of the people she knew didn't even recognize her. If and when they did, her appearance shocked them into disbelief. They would ask her what had happened and she would reply, simply, that she had gotten fat. Her face had become a pudgy mass of rolling jowls and chins. Her arms were now laden with bulging masses of folding flesh. Her massive breasts, housed in their newly custom-fitted bra, still hung down to her hips. They'd have hung down further if not for the protruding bulk of her belly. Behind her, the stockpile of flesh that was her ass jutted out like a massive, fleshy precipice which bobbed up and down with every step she took. All of her prodigious womanhood was supported by the oil drum sized thighs and the trunks of her calves. Compared to Kendra, she still had a relatively hourglass figure, but she had plenty of excess sand and most of it had gone south.

In four short months Paige had stuffed, gorged and glutted herself beyond all the Mosely's expectations into a 415 pound bloated mass of wonderfully fat femininity. As before, her expansion came with a relative amount of hardships. First, it wasn't easy to find clothes that fit her new body. She'd borrowed some of Damika's dresses but now, everything she wore had to be ordered out of a catalog. Most of what she could wear seemed more like a canopy than clothing and it wasn't cheap. Second, she quickly found out that it's not easy for a woman weighing over 400 pounds to find gainful employment. Waddling from interview to interview was no small chore and most people just weren't willing to hire her when they saw how fat she was. She ended up getting a job scanning documents at a banking center. It was mindless, boring work, but it paid the bills. Third, and most importantly, she now had a belly that demanded to be fed at every available opportunity. Every paycheck she got was devoured by rent and groceries. Because she was eating so much, she continued to get fatter, which meant more cash for clothes and more weight for her to carry around.

Paige's weight gain slowed, but it didn't stop. Kendra had continued to feed her generously, saying that she was just carrying on her family's work, but she wasn't around that often because of school. After only two months back in the city though, Paige was tipping the scales at just under 500 pounds and was finding it harder and harder to get around. Just getting to and from work was an incredible chore. Her breasts, belly and ass, combined with the expanding girth of her arms and back, made it nearly impossible for her to drive so she had to take the bus. Getting in and out of the bus was equally difficult. Her job was on the second floor of an old building without an elevator, which presented obvious difficulties.

Paige and Kendra had been living together a year when she reached the 550 pound mark. Right around then, Kendra started acting strangely, as though she was up to something that she didn't want her Paige know about. She came in several evenings with large boxes and bags that she promptly took to her bedroom, and then spent hours there. When Paige asked what she was up to, she just smiled and said that she'd show her when it was ready. Out of curiosity, she even tried to go into her bedroom to see what she was doing, but found that her door was locked. Since she'd never locked it before, Paige's curiosity was piqued even further.

She found out what it was late one Friday night. She'd just finished a boring day at the bank and was ready to go home, order some pizzas and rest. When she entered the apartment, Kendra was waiting for her at the door. She told Paige to close her eyes and follow her, because she had a surprise. She waddled along behind her, following her the short distance into the living room where her roommate told her to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was a large metal box, about two feet square and deep, sitting beside the couch. It had the finish of stainless steel, had several dials and buttons, and was sitting on top of a short cart with wheels. Beside it was another cart piled high with food. There were burgers, pizzas, chicken buckets and other morsels. Kendra led her over to the couch and sat her down by the machine.

Kendra asked if Paige was hungry. Paige answered with a reluctantly pensive, "yes". Kendra said that she wanted to feed her, but that she wanted to try something different. She was sure that Paige would like it if she only gave it a chance. Paige sat, with her brow wrinkled, looking at Kendra then at the box. She asked what the thing was. Kendra said that it was the answer to her prayers. She pulled out a thick, transparent plastic hose from the bottom of the box and offered it to Paige. She asked her to put it in her mouth. Paige took it, held it in her hand and looked at her roommate in confusion. Kendra asked for her trust. Reluctantly, Paige examined it and then slipped it into between her lips. It had a small piece on the end which made it easy to hold between her teeth. Kendra opened a lid on top of the box, reached over, started unwrapping hamburgers and dropping them in. The box was sitting low enough that Paige could see as one after another, greasy burgers were dropped into a cavity with a large spiraling metal piece. It reminded her of a tool that she saw workers in Alabama use to dig large post holes. Soon the spiral was covered with burgers and Kendra started adding fries. Bag after bag was added until they filled the bin. Kendra closed the lid, flipped a switch, turned a dial and told Paige to watch. The machine made a low, pulsing hum, very quiet and rhythmic, for about a minute. Then Paige saw it. A smooth, light brown paste, began to creep into the end of the hose. It edged it's way down, slowly inching towards her mouth.

Paige recounts it as one of the strangest moments in her life. She saw it all in a flash. She knew that Kendra had devised some sort of feeding machine. She knew that it would be used to fatten her up even more. The idea revolted her and enticed her at the same time. She saw herself sitting there, an incredibly obese remnant of the woman she'd once been; a human pig waiting to root at the end of a diabolical hose. She felt scared. She felt sick. She felt excited. She felt hungry. Paige has said that, at the last moment, when the food came within inches of her mouth, she felt an overwhelming urge to spit the tube out, but something wouldn't let her. It was that power again, the one that had absorbed her down in Alabama - an impulse so primal and deep that it came from beneath desire and instinct, driving her to feed. When the paste hit her tongue, there was no turning back.

Kendra explained the whole situation to Paige as she fed. She'd gotten the idea for the machine after seeing an advertisement for a pasta maker. Since she was studying to be an engineer, designing a larger version was no test of her abilities - all she needed was the money. Three weeks ago, she'd bought a lottery ticket that ended up being worth plenty of money. For her, it was like a sign from heaven. She immediately went to work on her invention, making several modifications, so that it would grind soft foods into an even paste and then push them down the tube through a flow regulator. It could grind up almost anything softer than bone, yet was geared so that it barely made a noise. It was a crowning achievement - and Paige was going to be her other one. The same way that her mother had fattened Kendra and her sisters, Kendra was going to fatten Paige. But she wasn't satisfied with merely continuing the family tradition, she wanted to take it to new heights. She wanted her roommate to help her reach those heights by becoming the willing object of her fattening prowess.

Paige didn't go back to work after that night. She didn't even bother to call in to say she'd quit. She was too busy eating. Kendra still went to class but, before she left, she always made sure that the machine had enough food to keep her roommate busy while she was gone. Pound after pound of fattening food went into the machine: cakes, candies, pastries, pies, pizzas, cheeses, creams, fat soaked meats and so on. Kendra was tending to her every need. She didn't have to pay rent, didn't have to work, didn't have to pay for food, didn't have to help clean the apartment - all she had to do was eat. Paige just sat there, hour after hour, reading books and watching T.V. as she sucked down her perpetual meal.

She weighed about 650 pounds a month later when they moved to a house that had been modified to Kendra's specifications so that Paige would be more comfortable. Having surpassed even Mrs. Mosely's magnitude Paige was getting too fat for their small apartment: the doorways were becoming an impossible squeeze, the tub wasn't designed for someone of her weight and the couch and chairs were steadily collapsing. The new place was perfect. Paige's room was large enough to comfortably allow for a king-sized bed, a huge couch, a Jacuzzi, an oversized commode and sink, a wide-screen television, a restaurant refrigerator, the feeding machine and a platform scale. Nearly everything she needed was within a few steps of the couch or bed. For the newly fattened Paige, it was the perfect setup, one that didn't require her to do much walking throughout the day. For Kendra, it seemed to serve as an excuse to step up her roomie's intake. With more food, there came more fattening changes to her diet. One of the favorites was Kendra's icing - a mixture of cream cheese, sugar, butter and lard. Pounds of potatoes drenched in buckets of sour cream was another popular treat. Kendra had done her homework and was stuffing Paige with specified portions of fats, starches and carbohydrates to help her maximize fat production.

Paige said that she was consuming so much food that she could literally FEEL herself getting fatter every day. It was almost as if she was a human balloon that was being slowly and steadily inflated with fat. Each day, Kendra encouraged her to outdo her previous day's gluttony, and most days she succeeded. Paige also said that at this point, her attitude took another turn. Until then, she'd come to accept her incredible obesity as a natural outcome of her gluttony. With Kendra's constant encouragement, she was beginning to view it as a vocation. She was a bodybuilder, only the body she was building was going to be mostly composed of fat. In a certain way, continual gorging took as much discipline as jogging and aerobics. Being constantly stuffed to the limit wasn't always the most pleasant sensation, and carrying around her ever increasing poundage was definitely no small task. With the discipline needed for her new calling, she took to the tube with increasing vigor. Consequently, after the third week in their specially designed abode, she was gaining as much as five pounds a day.

They'd only been there a month and a half when she reached 800 pounds. She credits her incredible gain to the fact that she never once set foot out of that room. All she did was eat and sleep. She'd also worked herself to the point where she could spend up to ten hours a day on the feeder, steadily sucking down all the food Kendra stuffed into it. For comfort's sake, she'd all but renounced clothes except for the oversized bathrobes that Kendra kept buying for her. She was piling on the pounds so quickly that anything else quickly got binding and constricting. This discomfort was due mostly to the fact that her breasts had gotten so huge that they hung down even farther than her belly which, at that point, was almost to her knees. Whenever she laid or sat down, her breasts would fall to either side of her, stretching a dress or a shirt tight across her chest. Fortunately, the bathrobes just opened up, keeping her comfortable. She knew that most women her size would have had a gut that nearly touched the floor, but instead, she had an ass as big as two wrecking balls and tits bigger than baby seals. The distinction filled her with a peculiar sense of pride. It also made it difficult for her to walk. She said that with a mammoth pair of swinging mammaries in front of her, a gargantuan lurching ass behind, and with ther rest of her body shaking and quivering, it was as if her own body was trying to knock her over. Somehow, she made due. Kendra would help her when she needed it, and besides, she rarely had to be on her feet.

In the next ninety days, she piled on another 150, taking her to within fifty pounds of a half-ton. Though her body had continued its metamorphosis, her face wasn't that fat compared to the rest of her. Her cheeks were swollen and full and a she had double chin that hung down to her chest, but the rest of her body erupted from below her chins in a veritable tide of flesh. Her upper arms were enormous, like two huge sacks from her round shoulders. Her forearms were the size of watermelons and they rolled over onto her hands, totally obscuring her wrists. Her breasts were unbelievably huge. Kendra had often jested that she was going to fatten Paige up until they touched the ground while she was standing, but the joke had turned into a definite possibility. There were deep striations in Paige's chest where her skin was battling to support their heft. Each breast was over two feet wide at the bottom and measured over a yard long from cleavage to her earthward pointing nipples which hovered a mere ten inches above the floor. Her rolling mound of a belly tried to support them, but ended up just being crushed against her calves. Her waist and hips were a collection of mounds and folds that were pressed tightly together by their own weight. Her legs were encased in rolls of dimpled, folding flesh and were so big around that they made it even more difficult for her to walk. Her ass had grown out so far that it had finally folded over and was beginning to hang onto the backs of her cellulite filled thighs.

I can describe her to you so accurately because, out of pride, she allowed Kendra to catalog her journey into the limits of obesity. On a daily basis, she'd be weighed, photographed and measured. It's astounding to see the figures, but I'll leave most of them to your imagination.

Kendra dropped out of school so she could devote herself full-time to feeding Paige. She knew her mother would be furious when she found out, but hoped she might understand when she saw what she'd been up to. She also had to quit classes because Paige was becoming increasingly immobile and couldn't move around without significant help. Kendra had to buy a special winch with a harness that helped her get to her feet. Once upright, Paige couldn't walk unless someone was there to steady her as she fought to take each short step. But even in the daunting face of her imminent immobility, Paige kept eating voraciously. She'd become completely addicted to the feeding machine. Sucking down countless pounds of food became like a euphoric drug - one which filled her with incredible contentment while loading on the pounds. Kendra made sure that she never wanted for a fix, keeping the machine filled with whatever her appetite desired.

Both of them kept striving toward what they called "the titty-floor goal". They knew that she couldn't keep glutting indefinitely - that there had to be a point where enough was enough. So Kendra's jest became their ultimate aim. Every day, Paige would be lifted to her feet, where she'd stand teetering in front of a large mirror as Kendra checked to see if her nipples had reached the floor. Paige, still somewhat reluctant to end her fantastic feast, always leaned back as far as she could and puffed up her belly, straining to hoist her breasts up a few scant inches. Paige said that it was almost like her body knew that she didn't want to stop gorging, and fought to keep her tits from plunging. But since her metabolism had slowed to the point where nearly everything she ate turned directly into fat, the weight had to go somewhere. So, as her nipples inched their way toward the floor, her belly swelled outward, slowing their descent. Her legs swelled up with newfound vigor, pushing her belly out even further. She started gaining more weight in her ass than ever before, to the point where it seemed to be heading earthward faster than her breasts. Her face swelled up so much that her chin developed a third fold. The rolls of fat on her back bloated and swelled like a monumental stack of pancakes resting on her ass. Her chest expanded so much that it forced her arms out to either side even when she was standing.

The the night came when Paige had just managed to pull her nipples a fraction of an inch above the floor. She'd had to lean back and pull with all her might, but she'd done it. It had been a formidable task, just to stand on her feet, so the additional effort of lifting her tits had caused her to work up quite an appetite. That's what she said. I think she also knew the end was near, that one way or the other, gravity was going to claim its victory and she wanted to go down fighting. Either way, that night, she fed nonstop in one last glutting marathon. She said that she ate so much food that even Kendra couldn't believe it. She asked for all of her most fattening favorites: lasagna, pizza, burgers, Kendra's icing, cheesecake, cookies - all the treats she'd come to love so well. Her feast went uninterrupted through the night and into the morning. When she finally reached her limit, the skin was stretched so taut across her elephantine belly that it looked like she would burst. She was so full that she felt food deep in her throat that couldn't go down because there simply wasn't room. It was hard for her to breathe and her head was swimming. She saw Kendra smiling face as she fell into a deep sleep.

She slept for an entire day. When she woke, Kendra was sitting across form her. She asked how Paige was doing. She said she was fine, but that she felt bloated. After giving her a few minutes to wake up, Kendra wheeled over the winch, fit Paige in the harness, and began lifting her to her feet. As the machine was lifting her she felt a tingling sensation in her breasts that was like a mild electric shock. When she was completely upright, she tried to lift them up, to buy herself another day of machine feeding. Not only did her nipples touch the floor, they were being smothered by several inches of breast flesh. Paige tried to lean back farther but they didn't budge. She inhaled deeply, shuffled her feet closer together and tried one last time. They still didn't budge. Kendra stared at Paige in disbelief as she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking at her tits, it was obvious what hat happened, at their bottoms, they were riddled with a new array of light red stretch marks. Kendra disappeared into the next room and reappeared with a pair of cinder blocks. She set them behind Paige and then told her to step backwards, the winch was turned on and slowly, she stepped back onto the blocks. With her body elevated, her breasts hung freely, swinging slowly from side to side. Kendra told her to lean backwards, when Paige did, Kendra leaned down with her ruler and took the measurement.

Paige geussed that it was her body's way of telling her that it had enough. For weeks, it had been straining to redirect her poundage away from her tits so she could enjoy herself for a bit longer. But with that last gorging, it decided to give her an unmistakable sign that the party was over. The cinder blocks were eight inches tall and, when she was leaning back as far as she could, her nipples hung only two inches from the floor. She'd put on six inches of tit in one night. She could see that they were wider as well as longer. The stretch marks around her nipples served to evidence where the fat had gone.

She stood there on the blocks and surveyed her fat body. The rebirth was complete. With Kendra's help, she'd transformed herself from an average athletic woman, into a living monument to gluttony. Every stretch mark, every striation, every blue vein, every fold of pebbled flesh - they all paid homage to the magnitude of her appetite. For the first time in her life she felt complete, as though she'd realized some foretold destiny.

Kendra helped her off the blocks, disconnected the harness, and began leading her toward the scale. Paige had to walk backwards to keep from tripping over her tits, dragging them along the floor as she slowly made her way to the scale. When all of her body was on the platform, Kendra pushed the button. The display flashed four zeroes twice then went black. A few seconds later, another number appeared - 1,420 pounds.

The next day, Kendra bought a moving truck, loaded Paige onto it with a built-in lift, and headed down to Alabama. When she opened the doors and displayed Paige to her family, her sisters nearly fainted and her Mother smiled with glee. They could barely believe that the quivering mound of flesh before them was the Paige they'd known. The whole family helped her to waddle into their home.

She still lives with the Mosely's. I should know - I'm her doctor and her friend. Mrs. Mosely called me the day she arrived, wanting me to give her guest a checkup. When I first saw Paige sitting there on her couch, I barely recognized her as human. After giving her a long examination, I gave her a clean bill of health with the exception that she was totally immersed in her own fat. She didn't have many of the difficulties usually associated with the morbidly obese because so much of her fat was located away from her heart, in her breasts and buttocks. When I told her the obvious - that she needed to lose an incredible amount of weight - she just smiled at me and said that I was cute.

That was about a year ago, and she has lost weight. I'd estimate that she's shed a startling ten pounds or so. She doesn't eat like she used to, but living with the Mosely's keeps her from losing much weight. If the other daughter's don't watch out, Kendra's going to fatten them up too, along with herself. She isn't using any feeding machine on them but since her return, Tonique has put on over 100 pounds and Damika is now significantly bigger than her mother. Kendra, though, has put on more weight than both of them combined. Paige convinced her to use the machine on herself, to see what it was like. Kendra's been loving it. Indulging on the constant flood of fattening fare that comes from the restaurant, if she doesn't watch out, she'll be as fat as Paige within six months. I've heard that they've already established a "floor-belly goal" for her. They're just one big happily fattening family.

I think it was the motivation of feeding Kendra that caused Paige to regain some of her lost mobility. She can only stay on her feet for a few minutes, but that's long enough for her to keep the machine full for Kendra. It's fascinating to watch her ambling slowly about, clad in her parachute-like dresses, tits dragging on the floor, her mammoth body quaking with every shuffling step. Because of the nature of their conditions, I've given them all frequent checkups, throughout which I've gotten to know Paige quite well. To be honest, I've always liked my women big, and Paige Sinclair is as big as they get. Learning to love a woman as fat as her has proven to be a challenge...but I am learning. We've spend a lot of time together, and over the course of our relationship, she's told me the story that I've just told you. I just thought that her saga was worth putting down on paper and sharing with the world.