Year 1 The August sun bore down on the gleaming white beach. A pair of sand-smoothed feet strode across the burning grains with a puzzled confidence. Selene was by every contemporary metric, stunning. She was young and thin, with a decent chest and as much of an hourglass someone as lean as her could hope for. She stopped, shifted her weight to one leg, and rested her hands on her pale, unblemished hips, showing off her white two-piece to any fortunate onlookers as her blue hair drifted in the wind. Except, there were none to be found. “Why am I not getting any attention? I’m hot!” Selene exclaimed. Dissatisfied with the decreasing amount of attention she received as the summer wore on, she looked around the beach, searching for what was amiss. The shore was as packed as ever, with everyone and their mother vying for a choice plot to stake their daily claim. A sea of people rivaling the waves behind her was made up of countless svelte women just like her, each with a partner of their own rubbing sunscreen into their skin, reading with them, even building sandcastles together. And yet, here Selene stood alone and forsaken. She continued with her survey before freezing at an intriguing sight. Just behind her stood a woman with dirty blonde hair, around which a flock of onlookers had gathered to strike up conversation. Barely obscured by her orange and blue bikini was unbelievably soft, freckled, pale skin. It was abundantly clear that the source of this softness was the woman’s figure. Her hourglass shape had been greatly enhanced by a healthy layer of fat. Her breasts were owed a much larger cup size than they were given, and her generous rear was immodestly contained by her bottoms. The woman somewhat hurriedly and uneasily strode off into the distance, giving the crowd one last show as her ass jiggled behind her. Selene’s eyes were locked onto the woman as the gears turned in her head. She muttered the likely solution to her problem. “…Is it because I’m too thin?” Year 2 Selene held off on hitting the beach until the season got into full swing in early June. By then the crowds were packed full of young and energetic college students on break. Once more she strode across the fiery sands, only this time her footfalls dug in a little deeper. With every step Selene’s body shook pleasingly. Inspired by that mysterious woman last August, Selene obsessively uprooted her routine over the Winter, a measure that paid off in spades. Put simply, all the weight she put on went to the right places. Her face and arms retained their svelte composition, her sharp chin and jawline being favorite features of hers. Below the neck, however, her chest now rivaled that of the mystery woman. Each breast was nearly the size of her head, and her white bikini top showed off their underside. Although it wasn’t strained, this bikini top put in the work to caress her chest. Just below these alluring teardrops was her stomach. Once thin and washboard-solid, her belly had taken on a pleasant softness. Her navel was framed by the perfect amount of fat that just begged to be sunken into. On either side of this were her hips, which had taken the bulk of the gain alongside her chest. They were bisected by the string of her white bikini, which had notably less slack string hanging off the sides, a testament to how much her hips had grown. Her thighs were now supplemented with the perfect amount of cushion. They were as big as they could hope to get before becoming chunky, here fulfilling the fantasies of the crowd that began to gather. As more and more people surrounded Selene, she couldn’t help but smile and strike a pose, raising a leg and putting a hand behind her head to show off her gains. As she posed her tits and thighs shook gently, seemingly hypnotizing the crowd. “Yes! I have the perfect beach body! Nobody can take their eyes off me!!” Selene thought. Then, out of the blue, Selene felt a familiar presence. Quite literally, as the footfalls in the sand struck even harder than her own. “Wait… no way… is that-“ she thought. “Oh my God, that’s that girl from last year!!” Selene was shocked to see her, both for the coincidence of the occurrence, and because of just how much the woman had grown in size. “What happened to her?! She’s huge!! She looks like a completely different person!!” Selene thought. The woman, now wearing a modest green two piece covering much of her distended gut, settled in her folding chair with a strained creak to enjoy her triple-scoop ice cream cone. As she sat, her generous stomach splayed out across her supple, freckled thighs. Then, without warning, the woman suddenly relaxed, allowing her stomach to flow outwards down to her knees, freeing itself from her bottoms in the process. So much creamy, wobbling fat seemed to appear from nowhere, and the woman put it all on display without a care in the world, eating her ice cream and taking in the sun. “Jeez, I can’t imagine letting myself go like that…” Selene thought. Year 3 Summer faded into autumn into winter into spring, and as the year passed Selene found herself unable to change the routine she had established a year prior. Perhaps the sheer success of the endeavor rewired her brain. Perhaps something about the shakes she had begun to enjoy was too addictive to quit. Whatever the reason, Selene kept up these new habits through to next June. Perhaps the only thing she loved more than the shakes was her love of the beach. The sea, the sand, the heat, and especially the people had captivated her as long as she could remember. She kept her hair a light blue all year round to remind herself of the endless sea and sky, at times merging into one on the horizon. So again, Selene walked along the sand towards the waves, and once again, her feet dug in even deeper to the sand than last time. Her steps were noticeably less confident and struck the ground harder than ever before. With each footfall all her body quaked, not just her hips, ass, and chest. Each ripple quickly travelled up her widened calves, lumpy thighs, and through to her newly sprouted pooch of a belly. Said belly (which was notably paler than her arms or legs) nearly completely obscured her laughably small white bikini bottoms – the same ones she had worn the past two years. Without rudely staring at her crotch, the only thing assuring a face-to-face onlooker that she was wearing anything down there was the string at her hips, which clearly only had juuust enough slack to fit the circumference. Those hips had continued to grow out and up, giving her a fold above her flank. Above that, her breasts had grown to wrap around her sides completely, their engorged shape barely contained by her tried-and-true bikini top. Ready to come free at a moment’s notice, her breasts held the bikini strings taut, digging into the softness of her chest, sides, and neck. Her arms very quickly ballooned after autumn hit, proportionally expanding at the forearm and giving her the start of lumpy bingo-wings. Her chin, although not yet doubled, had rounded and dulled from its former pointed appearance. The heat which had never caused her trouble before was now getting to her, and Selene began to sweat all over, giving her undeniable obesity a glistening sheen. Although it might have been more than the heat causing her to sweat, as her bikini was laughably ill-suited to the task the fat caked on her figure presented. “…Guess I flew too close to the sun…” she muttered. Year 4 By now Selene had resigned herself to the fact that she loved to eat, plain and simple. Unable and unwilling to change her habits, she continued to grow as next Summer rolled around. She loved the beach just as much as she loved to eat and wasn’t about to let one passion snuff out the other. So, to make good on both of her interests, Selene hit the beach accompanied by a Neapolitan ice cream cone. Having swallowed her pride (and realizing she couldn’t hope to get it tied,) her go-to white bikini was retired in favor of a very modest navy-blue one-piece. It snugly clung to her apron belly and love handles, incapable of obscuring the depths of her navel. It also showed off her ever-expanding thighs, which now rubbed together whenever she walked. This was an unfortunate new development, as was the sweat that gathered under her bathing suit. It was particularly bad in the air pocket between her belly and breasts, the latter of which were simply too grand to not cause such an issue. Although the dark color kept it hidden, the sweat on the rest of her soft skin gave away her hand. As she rested her soft arm on her chest to take a lick of the melty cone, Selene was caught off guard by someone talking to her. An unassuming young blonde man had approached her while she was preoccupied with her caloric treat. The man was around her height and thin, with a scruffy mess of hair sticking out in all directions, as though it had been aggressively towel dried after leaving the water. “Hi, I know this is random, but I saw you at the ice cream stand and thought I’d come say hello…” the man said sheepishly. Mouth agape, Selene didn’t know how to respond. She hadn’t had any beach attention in over a year. “Huh? Wait, he’s talking to me?? Why???” she thought. The pair hit it off and fast fell for each other. The time came when Selene had him over her place for a cookout. He arrived early to help with preparations. While Selene was out back enjoying a beer and preparing the grill, the man was tasked with seasoning the meat for the evening. Opening her cabinet to reach for some spices, he found something peculiar. The man went out back to talk to Selene about what he had come across. Seeing what he was carrying, she tensed up and began shaking, her whole body subtly jiggling with the movement. She wore a pair of too-short jean shorts which she swore still fit but was unable to button. The button and fly hung unfastened below her belly button, framing it perfectly. Her thighs had begun to form a roll at her knees, segmenting her legs into two soft pillows each. Her midriff was exposed, shaded only by the frills of her flowery sundress-like tube top. Said midriff was squished into further prominence at her flanks by her woefully snug jorts, which required no belt to stay up because of her girth. Her tube top was incapable of keeping her now gargantuan breasts contained, each one well bigger than her head. The band of the tube top dug into each breast, causing fat to spill over the top. Her elbows had now begun to sink in when her arms were held straight, as too much fat had accumulated to do otherwise. Selene lowered her head avoidantly, raising a bangled hand to halfheartedly cover her newfound double chin. The man spoke inquisitively. “Why is your pantry full of these shakes?” he asked, holding up a plastic jug of SALTCO branded BULK CHOCOLATE FLAVORED GAINER SHAKE. Selene’s words jumped as they left her lips, her body now quaking with fear. She had been found out. “W-well, I started drinking them when I was stick thin, and it kind of… became a bad habit…” The man relaxed his stature, noticing her unease. “How many do you drink?” he asked more gently. “Um… at least one a day…” Selene quivered. Year 5 As luck would have it, the reality of Selene’s vice actually brought them closer together. The man was hopelessly attracted to her, something which had only begun to shake the fear Selene learned as her weight spiraled out of control. He was able to convince her to rock a two-piece once more on their beach picnic. Now one for baby-steps, Selene had chosen a two-piece that made every effort to cover much of her belly. Hanging lower than ever, clad in deep blue, and completely obscuring her fupa, her stomach swayed as she uneasily waddled across the sand. A change in her gait alleviated the chafing of her thighs, which had only continued to grow. Their circumference was now likely past that of her waist when she was thin those five years ago. Nonetheless, they still quaked with every step of on the hot sands. The bottoms dug into her belly, giving the illusion of a double-rolled stomach. However, the bottoms simply clung as tight as they could to her belly and love handles, causing this side effect. Her breasts were securely contained in a frilly blue top, modestly only showing the top of her cleavage. As much as she tried to hide them with these frills and bow, her breasts were simply too enormous to seem modest whatsoever. This fact, that she simply had too much skin to show, got into her head. “Babe, people are staring… Maybe I shouldn’t have worn a two piece…” she said softly, seeking reassurance amidst prying eyes. The most important pair of eyes to Selene, however, couldn’t look away for a moment. Year 6 Another year of unrelenting love worked wonders for Selene’s confidence. The man saw the beauty in her ever-expanding vast softness, and her newfound energy struck Selene with an idea. To celebrate her newfound inner satisfaction with her body, Selene would again wear her favorite bikini to her favorite place, this time accompanied by her favorite person. Now, her obesity had long since turned morbid, and the excessive pounds on Selene’s frame were simply incompatible with the comparably puny bikini. At least, if she didn’t want to get a citation. Seeing this, her boyfriend took it upon himself to find the exact same bikini sized to match her soft splendor. It was a match made in heaven. Selene’s waddle across the burning sands was as confident as it was hazardous. Anyone in the way of this combination of self-love and sheer girth was liable to be trampled into the sand, becoming a tenderized feast for the local scavengers. With each step came a noticeable ‘thud,’ each footfall leaving an honest-to-goodness crater. Here was a woman who was back on her home turf and in prime condition. Her belly had become her largest and grandest feature, now uncontained by any sort of garment. Selene deliberately tied the gifted bikini under her apron of a belly to better show it to the world. It swayed and rippled with each step, and a sharp ear could hear a rhythmic ‘plop’ alongside it as it slapped against the tops of her thighs. Said thighs were larger than ever, growing to be the proper trunks required to keep this butterball steady. Her breasts were not only larger than ever, but their underside was again on display for the first time in three years. Although the new larger top proportionally hid her breasts the same way they did during the second year of her journey, there was so, so much more to see. The string between each breast floated just above the dome of her ball-like upper belly, the finish line at the end of her long, deep cleavage. At the top and sides of each triangle, the string of the top dug into the softness of her chest, the shape unmistakable by the sheen left by her sweat. Her arms now sported a constant hang-over at the elbow, on either side of the arm! So much fat too had accumulated on her forearms that a roll had formed at her wrists, and her knuckles were sinking into the fat of her hands. She now had a constant double chin even when holding her head high, which she did so as she struck that same pose she did years ago. One arm behind the head, the other at her hip, her whole figure rippled like the water as she looked at her man with pride. “Who cares if people stare or not? As long as you can’t take your eyes off of me, I’m happy~” she grinned. Their relationship only continued to blossom. That same summer came an anniversary re-screening of Spielberg’s Jaws, a favorite of both of theirs. To celebrate the occasion, he somehow convinced Selene to go to the screening in costume. He assured her it was a couple’s costume, but once they were both dressed the true nature of the agreement became clear. While his costume consisted of a shirt, belt, jeans, and harpoon, Selene was strongarmed into wearing a great-white shark onesie. After all, the shark was bigger than that island had ever seen, and she was a bigger person than most people would have ever seen. The onesie clung to her fat, giving her softness a whole new meaning. Fuzzy and huggable like an aquatic teddy bear, the outfit showed off might as well have been skin-tight spandex. The roll between her fat calves and gargantuan thighs was comically grand compared to the size of the little red shoes at her ankles that they burst out of. Her belly was more than halfway to her knees, with the seam of the onesie leaving a direct line from her crotch, through her navel, and up to her double chin. Displeased at the situation, her boyfriend nonetheless excitedly snapped a picture of them outside of the theater whilst quoting the movie. “Smile, you sone of a-“ he said as he pushed the button. Now came their next journey: finding Selene a seat. Year 7 Time marched on, and by now shopping for new clothing had become a regular activity for Selene and her man. After all, she only continued to outgrow garments as the weight piled on. This trip, however, was one Selene had been eagerly awaiting all winter and spring. “HEY BABE, HOW DO THE BOTTOMS LOOK?” Selene bellowed across the store. A nearby worker nearly collapsed at what she saw. Just outside of the changing booth stood Selene, one foot planted on the ground and another on an ottoman seat. She leaned against the wall for balance with her left arm while her right struggled to heave her gargantuan apron of a belly off the raised leg. Her feet now not only were fat on the top of them, but her ankles and calves had formed true cankles. With so much fat stored at the front on her shins and at the back on her calves, a true roll had formed on the front/inside of either leg. Her knees now had clear folds on either side of the kneecap, with another roll hidden closer to her crotch on either thigh. Even as every part of her quaked, slapped, and moved as she walked, these high up thigh rolls were completely hidden from the front by her titanic stomach. Said stomach was a sight to behold, now reaching her knees when standing. Her belly button was captivatingly cavernous as it swayed to-and-fro with her waddle. She clumsily gripped her love handle to pull the apron up in a feeble attempt to show her boyfriend the teal bottoms she had chosen to match her top. Most women half her size would have both chosen a more modest set of swimwear and worn said swimwear over their stomach to draw attention away from it, but Selene had no interest in this. To her, drawing attention to her stomach was the goal. It’s hard not to focus on something so vast when the only indication of the presence of bikini bottoms were the bundles of string stuck between the outer rolls of her thighs and her love handles. Paired with the skimpy teal bottoms was an equally skimpy teal bikini top, which was altogether ineffective at containing her monstrous breasts, each of which appeared almost twice the size of Selene’s head, with a roll of fat wrapping around her side beneath her armpit. Content with her boyfriend’s reaction to the pairing, Selene went on shopping. Year 8 Selene’s growth continued at a steady pace, her obesity somewhat of a sore subject among her friends. Neither of them wanted to rain on her parade, as they had never seen Selene this happy before. Her past obsession with vanity was clearly unhealthy, and though they were happy she was now self-content, something about Selene’s portly stature didn’t seem entirely healthy either. Nonetheless, the three of them decided to take a sauna and spa day to unwind. “*Hoff* *Huff* So damn hot…” Selene said weakly between labored breaths. As the trio took their seats on the same bench, Selene’s sheer girth became readily apparent. Drenched and dripping with sweat, Selene’s great ball of a stomach splayed out across her lap and beyond. The heaving mass spread out past her thighs and into those of her friends, who found themselves pinned between a wall and a very, very soft place. It also spread forward past her knees, and as it rose & lowered with each breath more and more sweat dripped from her cavernous navel onto the floor, creating a puddle unique to Selene. While her friends made an effort to hide their midsections whilst distracted by the elephant in the room, Selene’s chest was unrestrained by neither bikini nor towel, if the sauna even possessed a towel large enough to wrap around her. Her ponderous breasts flowed halfway down her belly, spreading out laterally to point her plate-sized nipples at the knees of her companions. Every soft, wobbling, heaving fold was drenched in sweat. There was just so… much of Selene, she spread out in every direction, panting and groaning there in the steamy heat. As they looked at the morbidly obese ball of fat their friend had become, they couldn’t help but think about their situation. “We really should have gotten two booths…” thought one. “How does this sweaty mess still have a boyfriend?” thought the other. Year 9 This year’s bikini shopping trip bore no fruit, partially because of Selene’s incredible heft, and partially because Selene had already made up her mind about what sort of beach the couple would go to. “Ahhh, finally! I’ve always wanted to go to a nude beach~” Selene sighed, stretching her bloated arms behind her head. Her boyfriend put their huge cooler down, looked at her and took her all in. After all, how often do you get to see your girlfriend naked in the full sun on the beach whilst hundreds of pounds overweight? Selene’s cankles continued to form a roll at her feet, in the earliest stages of obscuring them on all sides. Her calves were now the girth of a very fat woman’s thighs, and her thighs were the girth of an even fatter woman’s torso. Ponderous rolls drooped down either side of each knee, before being hidden by the incredible mass that was Selene’s belly. It now hung well past her knees even when standing and stretching, swaying like a pendulum as she waddled across the sand. Her skin, kept supple and smooth with tender care, glistened all over, making her seem that much rounder and grander. Her unrestrained breasts hung down almost two-thirds of the way to her crotch, not that you could tell that with her belly in the way. Said breasts were so fat at her side that it was almost impossible to tell where breast ended and upper arm began. Said upper arms were equally engorged, so laden with adipose that it was impossible to note any presence of muscle or bone within them whatsoever. Selene stretched and yawned, flexing her ample double chin in the process. “Y-you know, we could have tried a bit harder to find a swimsuit your side…” her boyfriend murmured. As much as he loved her, he couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious of the sheer amount of flesh her girlfriend eagerly put on display. “Quit being such a prude~” Selene retorted. Her boyfriend continued with setting up the towels (Selene needed three spread out to sit on) and umbrella so that she could cool off with an ice-cream and two-liter of orange soda. Sitting down was easy enough, Selene just plopped down on her cushioned ass with a great *bwomph,* jiggling like a water balloon as she got settled. Once seated, her belly and her thighs competed for space to pool in the center of her legs. Her breasts splayed out forward on her belly, mirroring her equally engorged midsection. So wide was her midsection (and bingo wings) that when seated, she had to perpetually keep her arms at a near 45-degree angle, resting on top of the fat at her flanks. There was so much of her that beyond her feet, arms, and shoulders, it was hard to tell just where her muscles and skeleton were under all that fat. They were there for sure, the amount of weight she carried no doubt reinforced the strength of both aspects of her anatomy. It didn’t make much difference, as Selene struggled to maneuver her obese frame amidst the sand. The sun moved as the day wore on, and reapplications were a must to keep her vast amount of skin so smooth and flawless. Having noisily turned over, something that required great effort on her part, Selene now lay prone on her stomach. Said stomach pooled out like dough on either side of her. Despite the amount of fat spread to the sides, her titanic ass was still raised higher in the air by the fat of her belly. Likewise, she couldn’t rest her head on her soft forearms if she wanted to, because her gargantuan breasts pooled in front of her face. Luckily, they were so fat that they made for the perfect warm, sweaty pillows for her to rest her head. The sun began to get to her as Selene asked “Can you get my back, babe? There’s a couple more bottles of sunscreen in the bag.” Her boyfriend looked at the copious rolls and folds of his girlfriend’s back and prepared to tend to her every whim. Year 10 Selene awoke with a start. She had trouble sleeping knowing what day today was. She hurriedly got out of bed and headed downstairs. Of course, the definition of “hurriedly” is very different for someone as monstrously obese as Selene. By the time she made it to the kitchen, Selene was absolutely exhausted, huffing and wheezing while she fixed her morning shake. Walking was enough trouble for someone her size, let alone going down the stairs. Not only could she not see her feet in front of her, but each labored step required her to push her belly out of the way. As she stood making her shake, her behemoth breasts half rested on the counter, and her belly hung low to just above her ankles. Seen from the side, it looked as though Selene had eaten her former self from years past. It was hard to believe that she could still walk at this size. Her legs were so laden with fat that her shins had grown halfway to her toes, having spread forward along the ballooning crests of her feet. While doubtless some fearsome muscles were buried within, her thighs and ass were so fat that she had an honest-to-goodness shelf behind her, one which someone as thin as Selene a decade prior could sit on comfortably. The custom-tailored sports bra she wore was altogether ineffective at doing anything but provide meager relief to what was an incredibly taxed spine. Her breasts were nearly four times the size of her head, including her ample double chin. They pooled out of the top and hung half off the counter, still getting in the way as she poured an entire tub of shake mix into the blender, along with a gallon of whole milk. Fingers like sausages, knuckles long encased in fat, her hands did their best despite their size to contribute to her gain. Her forearms now had several rolls at the elbow and were as big around as a fat woman’s upper arm. Her upper arms were bigger than her head and drooped low down at the elbow. Selene exhaustedly continued fixing her morning nutrients, knowing that she’d need the energy for the day ahead. Selene and her boyfriend slowly made their way across the sand. Selene was absolutely miserable, despite being at her favorite place. Drenched in sweat, face red from exhaustion, not even a quadruple-scoop ice cream cone could cool her down. “-Hoough- holy shit, it’s so hot! We need to get out of the sun!” she wheezed. “It’s only 70 degrees today… I don’t think that’s the problem…” As the pair crested the dunes and the ocean came into view, Selene’s morale improved. She quickly scarfed down her cone (something she was quite adept at) and picked up the pace towards the water. Still moving slowly, her boyfriend took in Selene’s figure as she made her way forward. Her belly, sopping wet with lines of sweat running down it, made her look like a great circle from the front. One could barely make out her ankles and feet from below, and you couldn’t see the sides of her legs from head on. Her navel had actually moved a good foot downward diagonally in the decade since she was thin. The only sign she was wearing any bottoms came from the white bows at either hip. Even if Selene wanted to, finding a bathing suit that could adequately contain her hyper morbidly obese figure was a fantasy, so distended was her belly. These bottoms likewise did little to hide her enormous ass, each cheek nearly the size of a yoga ball, bouncing with each labored step. Her breasts would have hung halfway down her stature if not for her great stomach pushing them forward. Finding a bikini top with enough string to reach down from her nonexistent neck to her great nipples was almost impossible, so it too was custom made to ensure a seamless look. As for the job of obscuring those nipples, it was all in vain. They were visible from all sides, and if Selene was able to jostle her enormous breasts, they might just have given way. Still, some effort was better than none. Selene waddled into the water to cool off, her arms perpetually out to her sides as she went. Even standing, she could no longer put them completely down. Thankfully, her fat took away any need for effort holding them up. Finally, the moment Selene was waiting for had arrived. She hadn’t had to put any effort into keeping afloat for some time now, as obese as she was. Her vast expanse of belly pulled her upwards, as did her breasts. Seen from above, Selene’s face, breasts, and belly looked like three pale spheres above an enormous pale heart. Her navel was full of water as the surrounding fat was cooled by the breeze. She drifted aimlessly, her fat rocking and wobbling with the waves of the water. If only she could always be here. “Ahhhh, finally… I feel so weightless…” she thought, ironically. Some weeks later A great crash and groan rang out in the Silverman household. Selene’s boyfriend rushed to the source only to find a sight at once both pathetic and alluring. Selene had collapsed forward on the third step of the stairway, having seemingly tripped on her own stomach. The amorphous flesh of her belly was folded up underneath her leviathan legs, completely unhindered by the blue shorts getting lost in her vast ass crack. Selene strained to look over her shoulder fat to see her boyfriend. “Uhhh… are you OK?” He inquired. “I… I’m OK…” *-WHEEZE-* “…So you know how we used to joke about moving the bed downstairs?” Selene strained between labored breaths. Weeks after that Despite her focus almost always being elsewhere, Selene still tried to keep tabs with her friends. Likewise, they were all increasingly concerned about Selene’s extreme weight. One of her friends agreed to meet with her at the local Salt Bürger, in order to report back to the rest of the group on Selene’s ever-expanding girth. Her friend sat down at a half-booth. Having surmised that the chair might not be able to support Selene throughout the meal, she gave Selene the bench and took the chair for herself. She sat down with her combo meal of a burger, fries, and diet soda. She was trying in vain to watch her figure, having grown considerably since their sauna outing years back, but somehow seeing Selene renewed her self-confidence. “Holy hell… Every time I think I’m getting fat, I see this and feel so much better about myself…” she thought. While her friend thought about her situation, Selene was struggling to get situated. She sat down, her tan khaki shorts comically small and tight on her ass. Her back fat stuck out from behind her head, making it hard for her to rest her head on the back of the seat. She had already strategically spaced out her three combo meals with two milkshakes and an extra-large soda so as to not knock them over with her stomach. Said stomach was spread out more than halfway across the table, touching her friend’s fries with her enormous orange tank top, all with great effort. Finally, the mass of flesh was settled with a great *WOMP.* “Hough… -HOOF- There we go…” Selene huffed. “…Do you really need to put that on the table while we eat?” her friend asked pointedly. “Well, it doesn’t exactly fit under the table.” Selene puffed in reply. That night Dessert was a must for Selene. Although she wasn’t having her favorite ice cream this time, rather, her boyfriend had labored making her a whole cheesecake while she was out to lunch with her friend. Dessert was often taken in their California-king sized bed, of which Selene’s girth took up more than two-thirds. Selene sat with her left leg sideways on the bed and her right foot situated on the floor. Her belly spread out to nearly cover all of both, reaching down to her ankles while sitting. Her breasts stuck out just as far, loosely covered by an alluringly thin gray tank top. Not doing any work was her blue pajama shorts, covering not even a tenth of the skin she had to show. Her wrists had a well and proper roll of fat, clearly dividing where her hand ended and her forearm began, as the fat bulging out at the wrist rose nearly an inch above. Her pathetic, overburdened, heaving arms were tiring to eat with, so more often than not her boyfriend hand fed her. Naturally, this sometimes became a form of foreplay for the pair. As his great ball of a girlfriend looked at him with bedroom eyes, he asked her “So, think you’ve got room in there for seconds?” Not one to turn down a challenge, Selene replied “For you, I might even be down for thirds~” Before either of them knew it, the whole of the cheesecake had disappeared down Selene’s obese gullet, destined to live on as more pounds on her ever-expanding frame. Selene sat there, face smeared with crumbs, huffing and puffing, a dazed and awestruck look in her eye. The only thing redder than her flushed face was her distended stomach, strained from the number of calories it was now burdened with. “I-I thought it was just sexy talk, I didn’t actually expect you to eat it all…” her boyfriend huffed excitedly. His was a look of aroused shock. Some months later By the sound of spraying water coming from the Silverman house, one would be forgiven for thinking they were washing their car. The reality, however, was that Selene’s boyfriend was washing her off with the garden hose. Selene stood out behind her place on the patio, stark naked and sopping wet. She recently had her boyfriend install an outdoor hot-water tap so she wouldn’t have to suffer the standard icy-cold water from the hose, a practical but sobering decision. “Are you - *huff* - almost done? This is so awkward…” Selene said, shakily. The breeze on her ample figure made her shiver, as did the exhaustion of being on her feet as long as was needed to clean her porcine visage. “Thank God for the tall fence…” she said under her breath. “Sorry, I’m not used to… hosing you down…” he replied. Caring for someone who can’t take care of themselves can be uncomfortable enough for both involved. The nature of Selene’s incapacities only complicated things further, especially when he found her so incredibly attractive. “Well - *huff* - I don’t think I’ll ever fit in the shower again, so I guess we’ll both have to get used to it…” she continued. “…Right…” he replied. See, Selene had unsurprisingly only continued to grow over time. Her calves now sagged even further around her feet, beginning to swallow them from behind as the fat piled and piled on. Her thighs were so lumpy, bulbous, and caked with lard that what was once a subtle inner-thigh roll had swollen and spread around the front and back of her meaty thighs. Special care had to be taken to clean these and her many other folds. Everywhere the hose sprayed the jet sunk into her soft flesh, sending ripples spreading throughout her abundant fat. Her ass shelf, glistening in the sun, was now large enough for him to sit on as she stood, provided he didn’t slip off from the soapy water. Her back and arms were so laden with fat that they constantly drooped and sagged no matter which way Selene was positioned. She sported a sort of hump of fat below her neck that was as soft as anywhere else on her vast form. To the front, Selene strained to keep her mammoth breasts contained. As much as her arms had grown in size, so too had her breasts, and so too had her strength diminished with time. Or at least, if it had not diminished, it was unable to keep up with the constant flow of new weight to grapple with. And grapple she did, holding onto her breasts for dear life in case any prying eyes peeked over her tall fence to see down her soapy cleavage. It did little to make her modest, however, because with her breasts as with the rest of her figure, there was simply too much to hide. As Selene stood, shaking from the cold and from exhaustion, her tremendous gut wobbled as it hung low, low down just above her feet. It was teetering dangerously close to the ground even when standing, a Rubicon of corpulence saved only for the most monstrously obese. Just standing with so much weight was a strain, never mind walking with it. Each step taken with her fat-laden, cumbersome legs required that they push her belly out of the way. From all sides her grand belly was constantly visible, even between her thick tree-trunk legs from the back. As much as she longed to keep her soft form clean, Selene longed for this tortuous endeavor to be over with. That afternoon It goes without saying that someone as grossly obese as Selene could not fit inside of, let alone drive, a car as a normal person would. Whenever she needed to travel further than her own home, Selene was driven in style. She sat on the floor of a family minivan which had its rear seat rows folded down. The suspension of this van was also reinforced to ensure a smooth ride when toting such heavy, precious cargo. Turning around to look at his girlfriend as he backed up, Selene’s boyfriend took in just how vast she had become over the past few months. Selene sat with her legs spread wide to accommodate her enormous gut. Said gut spread out from her in all directions. Her legs were little more than sweatpants-clad lumps with shoes stuck on the ends. That they were able to find sweatpants that fit her legs and some of her belly was a miracle, and a sign that there might be a growing market in clothing catered to the outrageously obese. The same could be said of her green sweatshirt, most of whose real estate was dedicated to covering her grand breasts. There in the back seat, she continued to stuff her face with her fat-caked sausage fingers, crumbs and ketchup coating her face and double chin, which had grown to be three times the size it was some years ago. The immediate source of her calories was a ten-piece nugget nestled in her vast ocean of a bosom, the whole of which shook and swayed along with the rest of her ballooned form with each bump and turn of the van. “Oh yeah. Can we make one last stop at shake haven? They’ve got a bunch of new shake flavors that I want to try out.” She said with a mouth full of food. This ignored the fact that surrounding her were four fast food bags stuffed to the brim with all manner of items, while she lazily pawed in the fifth, and had already emptied and tossed the sixth aside. This also ignored the fact that she had several bulk shakes before they left the house. And, this ignored the fact that an entire minivan struggled to contain her. Some months later Selene and her boyfriend lay on a couch, rewatching an old favorite they hadn’t seen in well over four years. “What about the beaches, chief?” said the TV. Jaws sent her mind back to when they went to the anniversary screening. The struggles they encountered finding her a seat then were laughable now, nearly twice the size she was back then. She couldn’t have even hoped to fit in the shark onesie now, let alone a theater seat. Now, Selene and her boyfriend lay on the couch, or rather Selene lay on the couch while her boyfriend was pinned between her grand softness and the back of the couch, only just able to peek over her fat shoulder to see the screen and his love. He looked over at her, seeing how her face was now as round as she was, with a hefty double chin and chubby red cheeks squished up against her eyes as she lazily ate a snickerdoodle. His arm was wrapped around her torso and under the folds of her upper arm. Or rather, his arm rested on her flank, incapable of getting further than that. They had managed to source a sweater and sweatpants that kept her warm during the colder seasons, but they still fell short in some areas. Her arms were too fat for the sleeves, so they couldn’t reach all the way to her engorged wrists. Unsurprisingly, the sweater couldn’t reach past her navel at the best of times. Likewise, the sweatpants couldn’t be pulled up to cover it. So, her endless midriff laid exposed, its smooth skin almost reflecting some light from the TV screen. Said midriff also was now touching the floor. It pooled so far forward and downward from her torso that it kind of held her up on the couch. Selene paid it no mind, having grown accustomed to her incredibly distended stomach. Her breasts weren’t far off either, the lower one only a few inches from touching the floor itself. The pair lay transfixed, the movie also sending her mind back to the beach, one of the things about life she loved most. “Man, I can’t wait for beach season…” she said absentmindedly. He simply looked over at her silently, his mind racing with what that might look like, if it came at all. Some weeks later The pair had to hit the road to attend to some business, and that meant all hands on deck to get Selene up and at ‘em. To be honest, given how she was looking lately, he had his doubts she’d be able to make it. She reassured him of her capabilities the night prior. He then heard a great and terrible groan, followed by incredibly labored huffing and puffing. As he entered the bedroom, he was met with an awesome sight. Selene was indeed standing; in the same way a house of cards did. The slightest strain could knock her over as she struggled to stay upright. Somewhere between her deep and rapid wheezing, Selene found the breath to speak. “S-see? - *HUFF*- I told you I could still -*WHEEZE*- stand!” she said wearily. Her swollen face had struck a pained grin, her rosy, chubby cheeks and low-hanging chin coated in sweat. The sleeves of her shirt struggled to contain her vast upper arms, and most of the fat hung out of the hole, wobbling alongside the rest of her. One could now measure in feet how far forward her breasts stuck out from her frame, her meagre red shirt doing little to hide their quaking movements. They hung halfway down her frame, while the other half was primarily composed of belly. Stuffed into custom-tailored black leggings, her vast expanse of stomach now sagged and rested on the floor as she stood. Even with the extra support this gave her, Selene still struggled to hold her incredibly obese frame on two feet. Said feet continued to be swallowed by her cankles, now on all sides. The custom leggings, tailored to accommodate her belly and legs modestly, had already been outgrown, leaving the bottom of her cankles and the vast, cavernous depths of Selene’s navel exposed for the world to see. The whole of her quaked with every breath, every slight adjustment of stance. She was nearly a being of pure fat. “O-oh, woah…” he said to her, awestruck at her determination. Some months later Hoping to keep her determination up, Selene’s boyfriend encouraged her to move about the house in her daily life just as she used to. Once more, a combination of beastly groans and wheezes sounded from their bedroom. Going to see what was amiss, he found Selene seated on the bed, drenched in sweat. The shirt that only months ago fit her modestly enough now only really functioned as a sports bra. Soaked through at the armpit and cleavage, her ample upper arm fat hung out of the sleeve and far over her elbows at all times. Her double chin came to rest on her breasts, which now splayed out as wide as her upper arms did. More vast than that, though, was the apron of her belly. Even as she sat it all but completely obscured her legs. The only indication of their presence being glimpses of socked toes and leg fat. Her belly had only continued to grow around her forming a curtain of pure fat that spread out from her sides almost as far as her arms could hope to reach. It cascaded forward to pool on the floor at her feet, an ocean of lard making up the bulk of his girlfriend. Selene planted her obese arms on her love handles, as she could no longer touch her knees without aid. Between her wheezing, she groaned, “Ooough fuck… on second thought, can you just bring lunch to me?” Some weeks later Selene and her boyfriend had just finished having a serious discussion about the future of their relationship. Seeking to put her mind away from the argument, Selene lay on her back using her phone. “So… uh… are you really OK with this? Not being able to walk is a big change. We won’t be able to go anywhere” he said, before being interrupted. “Babe, the bigger I get, the better our love life gets. I can deal with it.” She retorted sharply. Selene lay on their bed, now taking up the overwhelming majority of it. Even when on her back, her belly spread upwards as much as it spread outwards. Not only did it almost completely cover her engorged legs, it rose three feet in the air while doing it. Her boyfriend found himself tempted to climb this mountain of adipose, sinking into its depths to find greater pleasures within. Her breasts, only contained by an old, small shirt, strained the fabric across her chest as they sought to splay out and lay on the bed at either side of her. Her arms, which by now had grown tired from holding Selene’s phone above her face, were so caked with unimaginable amounts of lard that even when held up towards the ceiling, the back of her arms still laid on the bed, with no sleeve daring to try and contain their splendor. Selene lazily tapped at her phone a moment longer before her clumsy, fat fingers gave up, and she let her arms drop. In doing so, her entire obese figure moved, titanic waves across her vast sea of belly. Some weeks later The weight piled on fast. No longer moving, Selene expended far fewer calories than she did when lugging her ponderous frame around. The most movement she made was shifting around the bed and raising her arms to take in further calories, only adding to her monumental adiposity. Not helping things was her ever-growing appetite for shakes & food. In order to satisfy her ceaseless hunger, Selene’s boyfriend took to giving her shakes through a funnel by the pitcher full. This way she wouldn’t have to strain lifting both the weight of her prize-ham arms and a gallon of heavy cream & mix to her greedy gullet. With each gulp her stomach slowly expanded, growing ever-so-slightly redder and tauter as it spread outwards. Now seated upright with her legs splayed out, Selene’s grand gut spread well past her feet at the center and only allowed her feet and a fraction of her fat-laden calves to squeeze out from beneath her monumental bulk. Now more than ever, Selene was a pathetic tub of pure fat, fully submitted to her hedonism. She loved every second of it. Weeks later still It had been many months since Selene had last seen anyone beside her boyfriend, for obvious reasons. Despite this, he still had his own matters to attend to, and this weekend he would be unavailable. Knowing how much of a heavy burden it was to care for Selene, he reached out to two of her old friends to come lend a hand. The two sounded a bit confused over the phone, as to their knowledge Selene was perfectly able to care for herself. Nonetheless, out of concern and kindness, the pair agreed to stop by. Shortly before leaving, Selene’s boyfriend had some pizzas delivered for the girls to share, knowing they’d still be nice and hot when they arrived. However, Selene “neglected” to tell him that her friends were infamously tardy to any gathering. An hour passed since her boyfriend had left, and Selene’s friends were still nowhere to be found. At least, that’s what it felt like to her. The reality was that the pizza would be left untouched for five whole minutes before Selene gave into the temptation. She greedily shoveled slice after slice of meat lover’s stuffed crust into her gullet, coating her face, chins, and hands in glistening grease, some of which even worked its way down the abyss of her cleavage. Just as she was about to polish of the final slice of the fourth pie, two familiar voices rang from down the hall, accompanied with heavy footfalls. It had been months since she had last seen one friend at the restaurant, and years since seeing the other at the sauna. Both had grown since then. The first had piled on the pounds pleasingly to her pale, hourglass figure. Stuffed into black leggings were two generous thighs, topped with a belly apron perfectly outlined by said leggings. Her cute midriff squished over the waist of the leggings, while her generous chest loomed over the whole affair, the white tank top beginning to lose the battle with her impressive breasts. The straps of her top and her purse dug into the softness of her shoulders. The other had absolutely ballooned in the years since the sauna. Her once svelte, dark figure was buried beneath a round apple shape which eclipsed the first friend. Her ball of a belly was on the verge of splitting into two rolls, her belly button just peeking out between the ill-fitting tank top and leggings she wore. Her arms sported bingo-wings, and her breasts, though much bigger than before, spread outwards and drooped unlike their friends’ perky orbs. Both of them were completely dwarfed by Selene’s absolute girth. She sat spread out before them on her bed, blushing. From their perspective, Selene’s friends could barely make out Selene’s legs underneath her belly. The mass of adipose poured out all around the woman, covering the tops of her feet and then some. They had to crane their necks to see that she was indeed wearing skin-tight underwear. Though the tailoring was impressive, it did little more than conceal the depths of her massive ass crack. Her blanket of a belly extended out from her shelf of a butt, whilst what looked like two smaller bellies drooped from what could only be assumed to be Selene’s chest. Her breasts had no form whatsoever, they were just two heaping mounds of softness, barely contained by a matching custom top. The hem of said top was lost on all sides within the folds of her fat. Fat poured out of the three other holes of the top on all sides. At either arm hole, Selene’s doughy arms sagged down, her actual elbows long since buried within heaps of fat. Either one hung down to rest on her tire-sized love handles, whilst her obese mitts grasped onto the slice of pizza for dear life. Her knuckles and wrists, too, were buried in the never-ending fat that Selene now sported. Even her back was fat, with a great buffalo hump of fat hiding her neck, spine, and shoulder blades under inches of lard. Selene blushed. “Hey, Girls! Thanks for coming over to help me out while I’m home alone this weekend… I couldn’t stand to be by myself!... Literally… Heh…” she laughed, mouth still full of pizza. The two friends simply stared in shock, their eyes wide and mouths covered to hide their gasps. They couldn’t believe how grossly obese their friend had become over the years. “Oh my god, I know you said she got huge, but you undersold it bigtime!” the second friend whispered. “She wasn’t this big when we went out!” the other whispered in reply. “Damn…” Selene, wishing to break the tension, interjected. “So… you two wanna order some takeout?” she asked with a chuckle. “There was pizza, but… I ate it while I was waiting for you to show up…” she admitted reluctantly. Some months later Late some nights, a mix of huffing, straining, chewing and gulping could be heard emanating from the Silverman bedroom. On nights like these, Selene and her boyfriend were truly as one. Sex was a complicated affair with someone as obese as Selene. Most penetrative positions risked suffocation or crushing underneath her cascading folds. Those risks made it all the more enticing for the both of them. Selene lay on her back, her endless flesh spreading out in all directions, making her wider across than three people laying side by side. She risked being smothered by the weight of her own colossal breasts, which spread out laterally as much as they did upwards towards her fat face. Undeterred, Selene even ate during sex, sticking to caloric aphrodisiacs like chocolate to accompany her pleasure. To her, this only meant more chocolate and crème smeared on them for her boyfriend to lick off later. In a pathetic attempt to make things easier on her boyfriend, Selene lifted up her knees to raise her great apron of a belly off of her feet and knees, leaving him a hot, damp gap to reach her pussy. Taking hold of her sweaty stomach with one hand for support, arm sinking into her softness, he slid his other hand somewhere between the fat of her belly and lower thigh towards her crotch. Everywhere on Selene was so warm, so soft, so damp, that the only way he knew how to reach her was the familiarity their years of intimacy had provided. The end of her belly hung down on the bed as Selene quaked with each wave of pleasure from his fingers. Soaked with sweat and more, her colossal panties hung around her ankle rolls, themselves burying her stumpy feet. With each touch Selene moaned, huffed, and swallowed more and more of her chocolate, the fat of her breasts and belly pushing the confection down her gullet and across her face and skin. Selene lay in a trance, an absolute blob of hedonistic pleasure. Months later still Having long since given up standing and walking, keeping Selene’s ever-expanding body clean became an intimate affair lasting more than an hour. Her boyfriend took every precaution to keep her flesh clean and her sheets dry as he sponged and toweled her endless fat. Selene sat upright on her bed; her useless legs folded to one side underneath her belly. Her feet were puny stumps sinking into the fat of her calves, never again would they be put to use to even try and raise her obese form. Her belly had now grown so far forwards and outwards that it completely hid her feet when they were sat forward. Though the tops of her legs and the underside of her belly grew warm and damp with sweat throughout the day, now they shimmered and squeaked with the soapy water of the sponge, every gentle stroke along her soft skin digging into her flesh. Selene leaned back to take it all in, her endless rolls spreading out and pooling across the bed like balloons full of pancake batter. Her muscles burned straining to raise her enormous arm up so her boyfriend could lather her copious bingo-wing fat in suds. Even as she held them as high as she could, her fat still sagged down to rest on her hips, offering meager relief from the strenuous task. Her boyfriend’s whistling put her at ease, and a content look showed on her face, sunken into her cheek and neck fat. “I feel like I should feel bad for making him do this all the time… but he gets to fondle my fat, so I guess it’s fine~” Selene thought to herself. Late Spring Selene’s boyfriend was almost done cleaning up from her lunch. A stack of pizza boxes almost towered past his head, their greasy pizzaless interiors filled with empty burger boxes and two-liter bottles, all equally empty. The food was currently digesting inside Selene’s great ball of a stuffed belly. Normally, Selene’s belly was a drooping, apron affair which spread out from her middle in all directions, pooling like liquid wherever it could fit. However, just after a meal and just before passing into a food coma, Selene’s belly swelled and flushed slightly, somehow making the huge woman even bigger than normal temporarily. Selene laid on her bed, about six pillows supporting her shoulders and head. Her breasts on their own already threatened to smother her with their own flesh, and her heaving dome of a stuffed belly only made things harder. If not for those pillows holding her up, the size of her ass would tilt her weight onto her shoulders, causing her chest and abdominal fat to completely cover her face. Even then, Selene’s bloated arms had to keep her tits from pouring past her chins to cover her mouth. Her upper arms were three times as wide as her forearms, and her forearms themselves were three times wider than her wrists, the whole of each appendage so thoroughly buried in fat. The same was true of her legs, though they could scarcely be seen under the sheer vastness of her stuffed belly. Even laying down it rose past the height of her tits, at once taut and inexplicably soft, something Selene’s boyfriend had noted when giving digestive massages. It uneasily rose and fell with each labored breath Selene struggled to catch. Her incredible morbid obesity coupled with the amount of food she had eaten completely exhausted her, and she began to doze off, but not without getting a thought out. “Ah, I really have the perfect life… Getting to do nothing but eat everything I like every day, a boyfriend who loves it, and beach season right on the horizon…” she mumbled. Her boyfriend stopped in his tracks at that last point, wide eyes staring at his wider girlfriend. “Wait, huh?” he blurted out. She had given up walking a few months and hundreds of pounds ago! Did she really think she’d be going to the beach in her condition? Before he could argue the point, Selene’s thunderous snores cut through the silence. Early Summer Once again, a cacophony of squeaking, shuffling, huffing and wheezing emanated from the Silverman bedroom. Only this time, the noise was that of strain rather than pleasure. Selene, having only grown in size since springtime, was still bound and determined to make it to the beach. The obese blob of a woman was rolling left and right on the bed to try and get enough momentum to get up on her feet and somehow walk. She didn’t care that standing alone would put far too much weight on her frame, having grown hundreds of pounds since last having walked. She didn’t care that her belly would pool on the ground where she stood. She didn’t care that with each step, she’d have to push and drag said belly forwards, on top of somehow lifting and maneuvering legs that had almost no chance of articulating. So much fat was caked on her lower legs that a forward step would drag her calf fat behind her foot and then push the top of her foot into her shin fat. Her thighs still somehow managed to be over twice the size of her lower legs, making any hope of productively bending her knees impossible. Even if she somehow managed the lower body portion of walking, her upper body wouldn’t do her any favors. Her bingo wings drooped down to her belly and pushed against her endless side boob fat, requiring them to be kept nearly parallel to the ground at all times, making them useless for balancing her unsteady frame. Finally, even if she could push her eyes open wide enough despite her jowls of cheek fat, her bountiful double chin and ever impressive bosom made seeing the ground pointless. Even if by some act of God Selene managed to get up and walk, there was no way that someone who was completely exhausted by merely getting on her feet could manage a walk from the house to the car, and from the car to the beach, even on a cold winter’s day, let alone the oppressive heat of Summer. And yet, true hopes die hard. Here (mostly) empty, her belly was a drooping, heaving, great soft mass of fat and skin that had grown to hang far past even her feet. When she lay on her side, it poured out several feet in front of her, her mountainous breasts not far off. She strained to push herself from one side to the other, her flabby, nearly vestigial arms were barely capable of the job, and with each pass she let out a deep, groaning “HNNNNNNN.” When she finally managed to move, her copious fat dragged behind her, bouncing like the world’s largest bag of dough as her belly finally caught up with her frame and poured out on the other side of her. Helping her vestigial arms were her equally vestigial legs. She half-heartedly attempted to push off the bed with the leg nearest the sheets while she clumsily swung the other pale, sweaty log of a leg in hopes of pulling the rest of her with it. Her muscles, not up to the task, betrayed any semblance of coordination Selene may have had. She had to focus on each muscle group independently, so no limb nor her torso efficiently did their job in time to effectively pendulum her onto the other side. It was less like rolling and more like flailing, her muscles and skeleton hopelessly encased in years of excess. Although she managed to change sides a few times, there was no hope of getting out of bed by her own power, even if she did manage to move herself in sync with her fat. “Babe, stop, you can’t-“ her boyfriend began to shout, before being cut off by Selene. “I can!! It’s finally summer, and we’re going to the beach if it kills me!!!” she screamed, adrenaline allowing her to get it out in one breath between labored huffs and wheezes. Selene continued this exercise a short while longer, until she was drenched in sweat head to toe, beet red in the fat face, eyes nearly popping out of her skull with each strained heave. Finally, her quaking tantrum ended. With a great ‘WUMP,’ Selene lay on her back, reduced to a shuddering, wet ball of fat. Her belly completely eclipsed her form, only allowing the faintest glance at her feet and fupa. Were it not for their own copious fat pillowing out to match its width, her legs would be completely buried beneath the shuddering waves of her abdomen. Her feet floated in the air; her entire skeleton suspended in a sea of fat on all sides. Seen from the foot of the bed, Selene appeared like a great fleshy waterbed, ready to jump on and sink in the ocean of belly. Her breasts pushed up against her chin, further straining her already shaky, breathy words. “F-fine… I’m dead, I give up…” she wheezed. “-sigh- I should have seen this coming… Guess I’ll never see the beach again…” Her boyfriend pondered, looking at her beached whale of a girlfriend. “Hmm, hold on… I think I might have an idea.” The Next Day Selene sat upright in her bed; a blindfold tied tightly around her eyes. Though she couldn’t hear a thing around her, for the last hour Selene heard a new cacophony of sounds that for once didn’t emanate from her straining under her blob of a body. In fact, these sounds were all quite unusual to be heard in a bedroom. Inflating, shoveling, hammering and more rang around her. Eventually Selene began to put the pieces together when she and her boyfriend had to coordinate undressing her and fitting a skimpy oversized bikini top on her grand, heaving breasts which hung a few feet forward onto her belly. Tying the knots with hands buried in the sweaty rolls behind Selene’s neck and on her back proved an equally challenging and entertaining task. Removing her pants always proved interesting, like removing a sausage casing from each leg while buried under the hot, damp, heaving mass of adipose that was Selene’s abdomen. Take too long, and her boyfriend would find himself overheated and euphoric all at once, something he bore in mind whenever he needed a pick-me-up. His laborious morning just about over, Selene’s boyfriend climbed onto her bed behind her, leaned into the deep folds of her back, and began undoing the blindfold. “Haha, what are you doing?” Selene asked, her relaxed voice having grown deeper with the layers of fat that surrounded her neck over the years. “Hold on, almoooost-“ he replied, being careful not to tug her beautiful blue hair, which he had freshly washed the previous night. Although she could reach her hair just fine, Selene had trouble keeping her titanic forearms raised for long, even though her elbows and upper arms were able to rest their excessive weight on her overflowing breast fat. After all, she needed to keep her arms ready for eating! (Without a funnel, of course.) “Done! Alright, you can take off the blindfold now!” Selene gripped the fabric tightly with her fat hands, and as she squinted past her now blushed fat cheeks, a warm grin appeared within the lard on her face to match the warm feeling in her chest. Surrounding her overflowing visage was a carefully laid out replica of her favorite place, right in the comfort of her bedroom! On each wall hung a shower curtain depicting blue skies, bluer seas, and hot sun-bleached sands. At either side of her obese flanks stood inflatable palm trees. Just next to her bed (and thus well out of reach for Selene) was a cooler packed well with ice and all manner of shakes & ice cream treats. Most startling of all, past the crest of her great belly, which when she sat upright pooled over a foot past her outstretched legs, stood a wooden sandbox filled to the brim with white sands, plastic shovels, castle molds, and shells. Having descended the fleshy mountain, her boyfriend pushed a single button on a Bluetooth speaker to pipe in the sounds of a distant radio playing beach tunes amidst waves breaking and gulls calling. “Wh- wow! Bahaha, oh my God!” she laughed, “You really did all of this to make me feel better?” “Did it work?” “Are you kidding? I’m thrilled!! You really are the best~ Why go down to the beach when you can have one at home?!” Selene took in all that was around her. The nearest edge of the box was hidden from her view by the fat on her cheeks and pouring from her middle, so the sand seemed to go on endlessly underneath her. Selene closed her eyes to feel the moment. The warm sand underneath her, working its way deep within her folds, exfoliating her butter-soft skin and making the following sponge bath that much harder for her boyfriend. The hot sun almost rendering her ceaseless fat, breaking her out in a glistening, moist sweat. The cold yet delicate hands of her lover tending to her needs with bottles of sunscreen, gently caressing every yard of her form as the two of them strained to keep their composure in public despite such intimate longing. Not the awestruck eyes of onlookers nor the encroaching tide could separate them now, as he sunk into the bottomless depths of her form. His head in her hands, her head in his, they would kiss and be as one as they had ever been… Selene opened her eyes, her breaths hotter and heavier than usual from her daydream. She continued, “But, um… it might still be nice to go with you again… at some point…” Gears again began turning in her boyfriend’s mind, as such a feat would take great effort on both of their parts. The situation was clear. Her girlfriend was so enormously, monstrously obese, that getting her to stand or to walk was basically out of the question. Even if her muscles could do it, her bones and the floor she stood on might not be up to bearing all of her weight on her two pathetic feet, even with her belly and calf fat dragging on the ground. They certainly couldn’t bear all of the weight on one foot as she’d have to strain to take just one rounded, straight-legged waddle step. Perhaps though, some kind of mobility device could be of use? Finding transportation to the beach would also prove a challenge. A pickup truck bed might confine her at her flanks, and her belly would droop over the tailgate open or closed. There was also the matter of wind, and onlookers getting into accidents, so taken aback at the sight. Those problems also remained for a flatbed truck. Then again, refrigerated trucks do exist… Then there was the matter of getting her on and off of the sand. The truck would have to be equipped with decent off-roading tires as well as a flatbed winch with straps gentle yet sturdy enough to carry her amorphous form securely without harming her. Plus, this’d need a good section of beach and a permit to execute. Then again, biologists transport whales, don’t they? So many moving parts would require months of preparation and coordination. Assuming she doesn’t grow too much, it might just be possible to get it done by next summer. “We… got a bit carried away. It will be a while before you can go… maybe next year?” June 6th (Bonus) In order to get her to the beach again, Selene made the difficult decision to diet. Naturally, this meant cutting back the excess of fattening foods she had grown accustomed to these many years. Temperance is key in all facets of life after all, even on special occasions. Bearing this in mind, Selene shifted her weight back, rested her palms in the fat of her hips, and stretched her belly as wide as her maw as her boyfriend began pouring ten gallons of strawberry shake down her throat. With each deep glug her entire body undulated up and down. Her breasts hung precipitously low at either side, her custom-tailored yellow shirt being pulled up to reveal her belly by the movement of her chest. Selene was a woman defined by her belly, wider than she was tall, completely obscuring her barrel-sized legs, any semblance of structure long since lost beneath the waves of her grandeur. Strawberry cream poured down her chin into her neck folds as Selene celebrated not having gained any weight since making the decision to diet! Whether she had lost any, or would ever lose any, remained to be seen.