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Awaiting.
A blubbery, bloated, globe of lard that might once have been a foot tapped gently. Rhythmically. It rose and fell slowly but surely, inevitable as the tide. Perhaps as powerful.
Certainly as hungry.
A rumble arose from her gut, a sound like a dragon grinding an army between it’s jaws. A finger breached the surface of her massive rotundity, arising, struggling, before finally settling back down.
Her belly rumbled again, and food was no more forthcoming than it had been before it’s cry. She could no more summon it to her bedside any faster than she could have raised her bulk by her own power, stand upon tree-trunk thighs, and walk.
Such a miracle would have been the stuff of sacred texts and folk tales, the blob woman who walked- discussed and hotly debated and fought over.
Still her foot tapped. She might waste away to nothing before-
“Honey I’m home!”
A surge of elation rolled through her, and for an instant in her euphoria she felt weightless.
Her foot ceased it’s tapping, the most exercise she had truly gotten in ages, the closest to locomotion she’d done, or ever would do, again.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Up here!” She called, voice thick and heavy with flab, her four chins wobbling.
As if she could be elsewhere. As if she’d want to be.
The smell was torture as the stairs creaked under her beloved’s own corpulence, and she’d swear even just the scent alone made her body swell with fat.
Her wait was over.
Her weight...was just getting started.