Just a Couple of Pounds

Just a Couple of Pounds Part 4 A Lot More Room

The next few weeks saw a major change in their routine. Determined to gain two hundred pounds within the month, Jay dedicated his every waking moment to eating. Jen waited on him hand and foot. There was always food cooking, always food being delivered, and always, always, food being eaten. Although Jay's stomach was already horribly distended from constantly binge eating, now he'd eat until his stomach felt like it would burst.

"Take it easy, baby." Jen would say soothingly as she massaged his stuffed belly. "You're doing great, but you don't want to hurt yourself."
"I want to be the biggest." Jay complained, downing a milkshake.

"You will be, Jay." Jen promised, rubbing the swollen gut that took up half of her living room. "But I don't want you to be in pain. You need to slow down."

Jay reached out as far as his flabby arms would reach, rubbing his distended flesh. "Okay, can I have a ginger ale?" He asked, hoping the calorie laden drink would be an acceptable compromise towards soothing his stomach.

"Of course. Whatever you want." Jen said, smiling at him lovingly as she tipped the two liter bottle up to his waiting mouth.

After a few days, Jay began asking Jen to feed him more and more often, claiming his arms were too tired. Truthfully it really was hard to lift the overflowing sacks of fat he called arms, but really, Jay figured he would gain faster if he minimized his activity, and at his size, lifting his arms was the most strenuous activity he did.

For her part, Jen found it sweet that Jay needed her help with everything. She absolutely loved doting on him, so feeding him by hand was just one extra thing she was doing for him.

By the time Mike called to arrange a time to bring the crane in, Jay was certain he had reached his goal. His legs had gotten so fat his cankles reached the floor, burying his feet in fat. His love handles filled most of the couch, so huge they lifted up arms so immense Jay could barely lift them with his own muscle power. It took all of his effort to reach past his saggy moobs to the belly that was his pride and joy. Jay's belly was enormous. It overflowed the couch, stretching far across the ottoman. It spilled over every edge of the huge footstool, a blanket of blubber that was the softest and warmest thing Jen could imagine.

When Mike and Pete came in with their crew, Jay could see the shock on their faces, and he could feel a smile spreading across his fat cheeks. "I hope your crane still works." Jay said, trying to look serious. "I think I might have put on a little weight...."
"I'll say." Pete said, raising his eyebrows.

"It's just a couple of pounds." Jen reassured her boyfriend, rubbing one hand across the blob of an arm she could reach, her fingers sinking into the dimpled flesh.
"My crane's able to lift fifteen hundred pounds." Mike said, smiling at the oversized man in front of him. "So I guess it's a good thing we got here when we did because it looks like you'll be over that in no time."

Jay felt pride blooming in his chest, far beneath his blubbery breasts. "Yeah, I guess so."
Some of Mike's crew looked a little horrified by Jay's body, but even that made Jay happy. They'll always remember me. He thought. They'll tell people stories about me.

And because Jen saw the judgemental looks of some of the men, she made sure she brought Jay extra snacks as the men worked, hoping to distract Jay from their stares. "It's going to be fine, sweetie." She promised, setting a cheesecake on her boyfriend's ample chest while the men did some measurements. "We'll get you into the bed, and then everything will be wonderful."

Jay ate his cheesecake and reveled in the fact that his body was so big there were half a dozen people lifting and prodding various parts of him, trying to decide the best course of action for moving a man of his girth. The idea that he was making himself even bigger while they tried to figure out how to move him turned Jay on so much that he could feel himself growing hard somewhere beneath all of his flab.

Finally it was decided that Jay would roll as far as he could to one side in order to get a supersized tarp under him. It was far easier said than done, but Jay was loving it.
Six men got on one side of him, and while he used all of his strength they all worked together to rock his body to get it onto his left side.

"I'm too big." Jay groaned as they all heaved his tremendous love handles
"We're almost there." Mike groaned as he shoved. "You're doing great."
"Stop!" Jen said, distressed by the activity. "There's not enough room."

Sure enough, when Mike, still pushing against the wall of blubber, peeked over the huge arc of Jay's belly, he saw the problem. "Okay, down!"
The six men let go of Jay and his immense body fell back onto the couch, tidal waves rolling through his endless flesh. "My belly--" He gasped, feeling a horrible pulling on his gut.

Quickly two of the men moved over to his left side, hefting his gut back up onto the ottoman.
"Okay, so, there's not enough room on the couch to roll him that way." Mike pointed out, patting Jay's belly. "When we were pushing, he was overflowing this side of the couch, but there wasn't enough room for him to move any further."

Pete nodded, seeing the problem right away. "We need a lot more room for all of this fat." He observed, looking at Jay thoughtfully.
"Well, what if we pull off the arm of the couch?" Mike suggested, looking at Jen for confirmation that that was an option.

Jen nodded, knowing that the couch had been completely crushed under Jay's growing weight anyway. "Sure. Whatever you need to do to help him." She agreed, handing Jay a milkshake.

Mike pulled one of Jay's rolls away from the armrest, trying to figure out how to take the couch apart without hurting the obese man who was stuck on it. "Looks easy enough." He commented letting Jay's roll spill back down, filling all of the space between his body and the arm.

In no time at all, the arm of the couch had been removed, and Jay's fat was spilling over the new edge of the couch. Pete noticed Jay's expanding rolls. "We definitely got here just in time." He observed with a grin. "Although if we'd waited much longer you probably would have busted that arm off yourself."

Jay laughed, his belly jiggling. "Probably." He agreed. "But then the crane wouldn't have held me."

Mike and Pete laughed with him and then Mike began planning their next move. "We're going to push him as much as we can, and stuff the tarp under him." Mike explained. "Hopefully this time we'll be able to get him further over." He looked at Jay seriously. "You're not in pain or anything, are you?"

Jay shook his head. Despite his weight, and despite the fact that he could no longer lift his own body, being huge actually felt... pretty good. "No. It's kind of nice to feel the air on my skin." He admitted. "And I'm excited to find out how much I weigh."

Mike grinned. "I'm kind of curious too." He admitted.
Once again the men lined up and they all sank their hands deep in Jay's blubber. "One, two, three!"

Once again Jay felt his body spilling to one side as gravity pulled his fat to the left. This time his immense belly had space to fill so it was easier.
"Jen, I'm cold." Jay observed as he felt the men forcing a tarp as far under him as possible.

"It's okay, honey" Jen said soothingly, her arms filled with blubber from his lard filled gut. "Your little tummy is touching the hardwood, so it's probably a bit cold on your delicate skin."

Jay couldn't help but smile as he tried to figure out exactly how much of him was touching the floor. A lot. He thought, feeling proud and a little aroused. When the men finally let him back down on the couch Jay's heavy breasts swayed back and forth on his jiggling belly for several seconds, and one of the men almost got knocked over by the wall of soft adipose that suddenly filled the couch. I could have crushed him under my growing belly. Jay realized. The entire thing was too much for him. Deep, deep below his mounds of blubber he felt himself spurting in excitement. Wait till they see how much I weigh. Jay thought, already aroused again.

The entire process was repeated on the other side of the couch, and to Jay's excitement, he could feel the delicious coldness of the hardwood against a significant portion of his belly. I've really let myself go. Jay thought. I'm immense!

After several snacks and a lot of planning, the cables were attached to the tarp and the crane began the difficult task of lifting a man who weighed far too much to move under his own willpower. I weigh more than all of the other men in this room put together. Jay thought excitedly as the cables strained to lift him.

It was a strange sensation to be lifted by a tarp. Jay felt simultaneously weightless and heavier than he'd ever felt before, and to his delight he could see his blubbery rolls overflowing the edges of the tarp in every direction. After far too long the crane deposited the supermorbidly obese man on his new bed and Jay's lard burst free, flowing outwards quickly and heavily. The men knew enough this time to not let themselves get squished beneath his flab, which slightly disappointed the obese man. But from the looks on the faces of the crew, Jay suspected his weight didn't disappoint.

"Did I beat him?" Jay asked, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Am I heavier than your heaviest guy!"
Mike looked at him with wide, solemn eyes. "By a lot." He said, his voice awed.

Pete shook his head, looking equal parts shocked and impressed. "You can't be far off of the fattest man ever." He observed.
"If you keep gaining this fast you'll break the world record in no time." Mike observed.

"He's not gaining that much." Jen said, wrapping her arms around one of Jay's rolls protectively. "He's just gained a couple of pounds."
Jay looked at his girlfriend over a mountain of blubbery rolls. "But I want to keep gaining, Jen." He told her, rubbing his distended gut. "I want to be the biggest, but I need your help."

Jen opened her mouth and then closed it again, caressing one of his swelling breasts as she thought. "I guess I could help you with that, honey." She said gently. "You're not that far off." She smiled lovingly. "It's just a couple of pounds."