ObeseQueen

No one has seen them for years. The massive food deliveries are the only indication that inside that cozy home, two young women have gorged themselves into near-complete immobility. After the frightening experience of collapsing a bedframe, those girls spend almost all their time on a king-sized mattress on the floor in the dining room. They're always whimpering about bellyaches, while glugging down cartons of melted ice cream, between the enormous meals Joy is always putting on. Melanie doesn't know how much she weighs, but her belly is at least twice the size it was when the doctor weighed her last. Melanie fingers her thick rolls of belly fat and grabs and lifts as much as she can, but there's still a tank of fat gut in her way. She can't reach, so she closes her eyes and swallows more and more of the rich milkshake until she passes out. And Cheryl's given up on moving her body completely. She eats nonstop, drinking an entire gallon of chocolate milk to herself with a three pound party pack of peanut butter fudge. She eats until she passes out, wakes up and reaches immediately for more food. If you want to know the truth, which they do not, they are both over 900 pounds. Joy tells her fat girls not to worry about the weight piling on. Joy fries meats and potatoes and bakes half the morning to fill them up. Her girls always eat too much. They eat until their full stomachs and wet pussies ache. Joy has to take care of all their needs. When they are finally unable to eat another bite, Joy will buzz each girls clit in turn until they come, gasping. Joy grew up on a farm. She remembers a few sows who grew fatter and fatter til their bellies dragged in the ground. She remembered overfeeding them to see if they would ever know when to stop. They didn't turn food down ever, not even when their They were good pigs, and so are her fat girls.