Chrissie brought the cassette over to her face, the thing appeared small in the palm of her chubby hands. Trying hopelessly to fit an oversized finger into the small reel-hole of the tape, she tried to go back to the previous song because she wanted to listen to it again. She was breathing heavily, even though she had not made any effort to leave the bed yet, as the morning turned into noon. She gave up and decided that she would let the album play naturally, and now, turning her round face slightly, she looked at the stereo. Its speakers hummed gently as they waited for something to play, and yet it looked far away from her.
If watched from another perspective, the scene was of an enormous pile of fat-filled flesh that tried to put the cassette into its compartment, while doing her best not to move from her comfortable seated position. In fact, the reason why she was so out of breath was because she had managed to sit up in bed, and now she did not want to move for anything in the world.
"Hah... come on... huff..." she said under her heavy breath.
The cassette slid finally into the sound system, and with her slowly moving plushy hand she managed to hit the play button, and so Black Sabbath's Children of the Grave started to play loudly over the speakers.
Smiling, she retreated her pillowy arm into the perimeter of her overflowing naked body, vaguely moving her lips, but not making the effort to actually sing because that would have been too tiring. She stared numbly at nothing in particular, thinking about her last and next meal.
She sighed, her fat face resting on a protuberant second chin made of what used to be neck fat. It rested greasy on top of a substantial chest area, which heaved with every breath, slightly lifting her beach-ball sized boobs that sagged far apart from each other. An impressive huge rounded bulk of a belly sat heavily on the massive bed, spreading apart the mountainous thighs, covered in cellulitis, and lower legs which could hardly be called calves, as they looked more like thick oversized marshmallows.
Her fupa was itching slightly. Her eyes diverted for a second, only to quickly realize there was no point in trying to see where she needed to scratch, as everything was covered by fat. She had gained so much, and noticed so little of it, that the added areas of her body felt unknown. After fumbling as far as she could under her stomach, she finally managed to reach her enlarged pubic area, feeling the slightly trimmed hair on top of it, and scratched for some time, moaning with pleasure. Then there came the need to pee. It was about time, she thought, she had been awake for almost an hour now and had not moved in the bedroom. She looked at the big beautiful en suite bathroom, it almost called to her it seemed, and she smiled.
She tried to stay there as much as she could, even absentmindedly scratching any new itch, not noticing that the tickling sensation was caused by beads of sweat that appeared because of the increasingly hot afternoon. Nonetheless, the arduous task of getting up and walking to the bathroom was the least favorite part of her day. Still, the time had arrived.
She slowly moved the bulbous right leg, and with the huge two arms she pushed her stomach as much as she could to the same side, and then the left leg was soon to follow. At the end of this she was wheezing, but both her plushy feet were touching the floor, and so was much of her lower belly. Both of the enormous asscheecks, dimpled and covered in perspiration, proved themselves to be most of the burden, as she tried to rock her body back and forth in order to raise it all. For a while now she thought that she would soon need help to get up, as there was no pretending anymore that she wasn't probably the fattest woman alive.