Two weeks had passed after Brienne first arrived, and for Chrissie almost every moment of it had been spent with her stomach painfully stuffed. The neatly dressed caretaker was unrelenting, she always wanted to feed. After a while Chrissie grew accustomed to it, and caught herself snorting playfully after being called a pig or a hog by the other girl. The feeding sessions would go on for hours at times, and then she would help the girl to the shower where she sat like a beached whale to be cleaned. Brienne was, of course, naked herself, her beautiful toned fit body in full display, her firm tits touching the sagging mass that were Chrissie's as she soaped up the big wet nipples of the lardass. Then Brienne would dry every roll of fat in sight and help the immense woman to bed, a task that was becoming increasingly difficult.
This morning she woke up and when she opened her eyes she could see barely anything but her tall stomach fat. She grunted and tried to look around, fat obstructing most of her movement. Her outstretched arms looked as wide as airplane wings to her, but rotund as they were they felt like heavy cream-filled pillows. With her overflowing legfat she could feel the edges of the king size bed.
PFFFRRRT! She heard and smelled. It was that time of the morning. She tried to move like she usually did, balancing the weight here and there, wobbling fat limb after fat limb, but it all felt like too much. She started to grow nervous, trying to grab rolls with her sausage fingers, trying to but failing to move her stupidly heavy legs. She started to sob uncontrollably.
"Bri... gasp... Brienne!" she shouted.
The girl walked into the room.
"Look who's finally awake..."
"Help... huff... me..." she said, there was no need to add that she wanted to get up, because a loud 'PRRRRAAAT' made it clear.
"Alright, sit up."
"I... hah..."
"I... let's go, tubby, spill it out."
"Nhg... huh... I can't!"
"Not even sit up?"
"Huff... no... puff" she was saying, looking desperate, trying to use her legs that barely moved an inch.
PRAAAAAAAAAT! A fart sounded and Brienne was startled.
"Huff... Bathroom!" she managed to shout, her fat covered face swollen and red.
"Oh there won't be time for that, I think, dear."
"Stop it! Come on, you bitch, help me u--"
PRRRRRRRRFT!
"You'll have to do it here."
"What... ngh... do you... gulp... huff... fuck... my... huff... chest..."
"Chrissie, come on, easy. I'll bring something over."
"Fuck... wheeze..." she continued, her eyes closed.
"Here, do it," Brienne said, running over behind the lardmass.
"NO!... huff... You... hah... BITCH!"