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It started out half-jokingly, a little while after they had got the news that had singularly destroyed all their plans for the future, and while they were getting high together in another desperate attempt to escape reality. "I think I want to try it", she said to him. "Are you sure?" he replied. "Yeah, fuck it" she said. They had both giggled uncontrollably.

That night they spent $150 ordering in pizza and doughnuts, and they got properly stoned, and then he stuffed her silly until she couldn't move, and then he still fed her the half-dozen doughnuts that were left. She let him rub her belly as she ate, and she giggled and moaned in pleasure as she went.

The next morning, once they had both come down off the weed and the sugar a bit, he had expected they would forget about the whole thing. He left her in bed and went to make himself coffee. But as he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking his coffee and scrolling the news, she crept up naked to the kitchen.

"Daaaarling" she called to him. When he looked up, she was jiggling her belly suggestively. He smiled. "Don't you want to come weigh me?" she asked. He followed and she put his hand to her belly and led him to the scale. 338. They both got excited by the number, and she initiated oral sex and he fucked her there on the bed.

"Fuuuuuck" she moaned, as they lay there in their post-coital stupor. "You're so huge" he said, burying his face in her belly fat and making her giggle. She placed her hands over her belly, as if to take her measure. "Not nearly huge enough" she said. "Oh yeah?" he replied. "Yeah." She turned on him, resting her belly on his lap and with her hand began slowly working his cock. "How big do you think I could get?" she breathed in his ear. He hardened quickly. "Easily 400. Maybe 450?"

She pushed him away. "No way!" she declared, and she climbed up on top of him and sat straddling his chest, pushing all the air out of his lungs. She lifted up her belly and dropped it on his face, muffling his protests. "I wanna be 500 at least!" He was very hard again now and she turned around and rode him cowgirl now, until they both climaxed together.

Afterwards they laid there again, and as she twirled his chest hair she remarked absent-mindedly "There's not much time." With a pang of sadness, he realized that she was serious.

From that moment on, they spent almost all their time together in the evenings either eating out together at restaurants or eating takeout together at his place. They tried all the restaurants in town that she had never eaten at, each time ordering at least three courses including dessert, and often stuffing herself with ice cream or milkshakes again later in the night. The insurance money would cover the bills for long enough that they would never need to worry about it.

Each time after they stuffed her, as a ritual they weighed and measured her. The reward for gaining weight was always more food and sex, usually received at the same time. And with the amount that she was eating, most nights she never failed to move the dial.

As she climbed towards 400, the combination of the weight gain and the progress of her condition ate quickly into her stamina, and she became unable to stand for long periods of time and had to make her way almost everywhere in a mobility scooter. No longer able to go out to restaurants, they ordered in food every night now and she practically only went out to visit her family or visit the doctor.

On one big adventure, they were out to the mall to buy her new clothes since nothing was fitting anymore. At a store that sold women's plus-sized clothing, she decided to buy dresses in her new size, as well as the next two sizes up. They realized at that point how committed she had become.

At home, she took out the size 6X dress and held it out to him, showing him proudly how wide it was around the waist. "It says online that this size should fit me when I'm 500 pounds. Can you imagine me being this wide?" "No" he replied, entirely truthfully. "Would you like that?" she asked. "Yes" he admitted. "I'm so excited for you" she said, beaming. "To be with a woman that wide."

At one of her frequent doctor checkups, the doctor expressed concern about her weight. She pressed him on his logic and forced him to admit that it didn't matter. In her mind, she had uncovered a huge bias and it made her angry.

"I thought I wouldn't have to deal with doctors making remarks about my weight anymore" she huffed, after they had returned from the appointment. "You're putting on weight very fast" he observed, trying to emphasize with the doctor. It was the wrong move. "What does it matter?" she snapped. "What does it matter if I'm 4- or 5- or even 700 pounds? It won't be the thing that kills me!" "Maybe he's concerned for your quality of life" he replied, digging in. "Quality of life? Uhh, maybe I enjoy being fat? All I'm doing right now is rolling around, eating what I want, getting high, and getting fucked! I don't even have to walk to the car! How's that for quality of life?" "As long as you're happy, babe."

On Thanksgiving, they showed up to her parents' house together. At the door, everyone was very happy to see each other, but they had barely sat down in the living room before concerns started flying over her health (which she couldn't control) and her weight (which they pretended she couldn't control). She excused the mobility scooter due to her condition (mostly true), and told them the doctors weren't concerned about her weight. This fortunately ended the conversation about health for the moment, but the awkwardness re-emerged at dinner as her family watched her shovel food into her mouth at an alarming rate. At dessert, Sarah's mother seemed hesistant to serve her, but caved quickly when Sarah gave her a look that threatened to upend the peace of the entire evening. They all dealt with the situation by getting very drunk, especially Sarah, which was a feat at her size.

After dinner, he helped her back to the living room, where she collapsed heavily on the sofa, causing an audible wooden crack. Sarah drunkly asked her mother if there was any more dessert. "Do you think that's a good idea?" she responded, bringing all the tension in the room to a sharp focus. Sarah began laughing, cackling almost, and through tears said "Don't you see it's all I have left?" At this, her mother caved and brought her more pie and ice cream, and sat down next to her and rubbed her shoulders while she ate. Sarah's boyfriend was avoiding eye contact with her father, who was staring menacingly in his direction. After the pie was finished and the tears were wiped away, he helped her up and she waddled towards the door. As she was waddling away from him, her father scoffed and made an inaudible remark in a low voice. Sarah seemed not to hear and she moved on and they said goodbye to her mother and left in a hurry.

When they got home, he helped her to bed and undressed her and he had a couple more to drink and they made drunk love. Afterwards, unable to help himself from wondering, he asked her what her father had said on the way out the door.

"He asked me if this was how I wanted to be remembered" she said, and she burst into tears and he held her until she had fallen asleep.

By the time she saw her parents again at Christmas, she had gained over 30 more pounds since Thanksgiving and her total weight had surpassed 450 pounds.