Michiru's Embiggening - Part 6

Story

Another empty bag of junk food landed in the rather large trash can. Michiru released a satiated belch, and picked a few crumbs off her shirt. She tried to stay relatively tidy, despite how much she mindlessly stuffed her face.

She was seated on her bed, clad in only a baggy tank top, and a massive pair of panties that were closer to being a hammock than clothing. Although, they still were almost entirely hidden under overflowing fat rolls. Getting dressed in anything more substantial had become increasingly difficult, and at this point it was only for special occasions.

Today, she felt like a change of scenery was necessary; she had been staying mostly in bed for a while now and she wanted to sit in the comfy chair across the room. It was one Nazuna often sat in, but she wasn't home right now; she had said it was something very important that she couldn't tell Michiru about, and she was oddly excited about it.

Unfortunately, this meant that Michiru would not be able to have help getting out of bed.

Closing in quickly on half a ton, she had been having trouble getting around, even with help. She found it strangely arousing; being so fat that standing up is a workout, and will soon be impossible entirely? She got turned on just thinking about it. Every pound she gained was one she welcomed excitedly, and the bigger she got the more she wanted it. Immobility may have its inconveniences, but they were more than worth it.

She looked down at herself, pondering how she can get over to that chair. Her legs were stretched as far apart as they could get to make room for her gargantuan gut, a belly so big and bulging and bloated that she couldn't reach her navel anymore. She could still walk with assistance, but that belly was unlikely to cooperate.

She surveyed the room. A handrail had been mounted on the wall to aid her mobility, ing close enough to the chair. She made up her mind to at least give it a shot.

Step one: get out of bed. Much easier said than done.

She tried to push her legs to the side. They didn't budge. She tried again, now one leg at a time. Her left leg scooted a bit, then she heaved her belly a little to the side, then her right leg had room to move. It seems like this might work, but it's certainly slower than when she had Nazuna's help.

Left leg, belly, right leg, repeat. Every movement was weighed down by her mountains of flab.

She tried to match the rhythm of the waves of her fat rolls, instead of constantly pushing against them. Soon enough, one foot was hanging over the edge. She continued the rhythm, slowly working her right foot around. Her belly started to flow over the edge as well. She used it to her advantage, allowing it to pull her forward.

Her belly reached the floor before her other foot.

Out of breath already; it was time for a break. Her shirt was stuck in a rift of flesh under her arm. She wedged a hand inside, pulling the two rolls apart. The skin in between fat rolls always felt pleasant to scratch and rub; there was less fur inside, and the more exposed skin was sensitive in a way that made it satisfying to be touched. She gave it a few strokes, imagining the way it felt when Nazuna helped bathe her, the way her gentle hands contrasted with the satisfying scrubbing of a washcloth... it was her second favorite part of the day, after eating.

She released the mound of fat and watched a ripple cross her belly; her thoughts returned to the task at hand.

She shuffled her feet, slowly aligning them flat on the floor. She had to lean over to reach the handrail, despite the outer edge of her leg nearly touching the wall. She awkwardly stuck out her right arm, half expecting a way to anchor it - it would normally be draped over Nazuna's shoulders, but that wasn't an option right now.

This was the fateful moment; she took a deep breath in anticipation.

She leaned back first to get some momentum; then forward, feeling pressure build on her legs. Not yet, she had to get a rhythm first. Back once more, further this time, and forward again. Her butt started to lift off the bed - while jiggling vigorously of course - but it wasn't quite enough yet. Back one last time, and then she threw herself forward with all her might. Her body made liftoff, the bedsheets fell away, and Michiru's weight was finally being ed entirely with her legs (and a little with one hand.)

Pulling herself up straight was next - quickly, before her legs gave out. She pushed as hard as she possibly could, as if trying to smash holes in the floor. It creaked, threatening to do so, but it carried the burden in stride.

Michiru's legs were straight now, her mass propped up by strong bones instead of weary muscles. Her belly still tried to take her to the floor, but she had done it. She stood up all on her own today! She marveled at the strength of her legs, catching her breath again.

That was the hard part, but now she had to walk.

Right leg goes first, she decided; she started to shift her weight left. The force pressing down on her foot was already massive, but she was ready to endure it. The floor creaked again; her left leg straining, her hand on the rail gripped tight, keeping her balance. She pushed her right foot forward a little bit. Small steps, but better than none. She leaned back the other way, ready for her right foot to take on her heft.

It was working, she was walking! Her feet weren't leaving the floor, but that didn't matter, she was moving forward.

Her belly, hanging inches from the floor, shook with every step. It repeatedly struck her legs, sounding off with flops and slaps, fighting her progress. Her humongous haunches wobbled about with minds of their own, pushing and pulling in every possible direction. Her thighs pressed firmly together, forcing her legs apart and preventing any other locomotion besides a clumsy waddle. Every ounce of fat on her body was jiggling constantly, fighting her burdened, yet determined movements.

She finally reached the chair after what felt like hours, despite being no more than ten steps away. She turned, pointing her rump towards the ill-fated chair. Exhausted and sweating from the grueling workout, she fell backwards, letting her legs give out.

As it turns out, that was not a good idea.

Her mighty butt slammed into the seat, squeezing securely in between the armrests, crushing the unlucky cushion beneath... and causing an alarming cracking noise to emanate from somewhere inside the chair. Before Michiru could sense there was a problem, she had started to move sideways more than down. The entire right side of the chair had simply given up.

The first thing to reach the floor was a pudgy foot flailing in surprise, followed by a tidal wave of tanuki tummy. The sound of her body hitting the floor was by far the loudest, most formidable FLOP that she had ever heard.

She laid face down, waiting for the waves of her ample gut to peter out.

Her face went beet red - partly embarrassment, despite there being nobody to have seen it, but also partly arousal. That chair, which had looked so sturdy, simply shattered under her immense weight. Nazuna had looked small when she sat in it; it bore her much smaller weight without even the slightest of creaks. But it certainly wasn't built for someone of Michiru's size...

Was there even anyone else as big as she was, across the whole world? She had never heard of someone being too fat to walk before, yet she was just a few pounds away. The thought of being the fattest person in the world was exhilarating. She was going to do it! She was going to demolish the world record and keep eating, keep growing, keep piling on every inch of flab that she possibly could!

...Well, laying here on the floor was all she could do for now. But since her vastness and softness made it plenty comfortable enough, it was a good time to take a nap. Nazuna would be home soon, she can help her get back into bed. Although, she might be a bit upset about the chair.

Michiru was already falling asleep, there was no point in worrying about furniture right now. She was beginning to dream; dreams of food and eating, and growing and fattening; dreams that were coming true.

Original post date: April 2, 2021