He was dying. The once pale white skin, pockmarked by stretch marks and occasional rashes was a sickly yellow color. His breathing was labored and he looked at the ceiling with dull eyes. Around him a huge mound of yellowed flab covered the large bed. His arms were huge and heavy, his legs shapeless, swollen to quadrulple their normal size by fluid and fat. So much so bandages covered his legs where the pressure had ripped skin. His belly covered his lower body, hiding a FUPA so big that it had swallowed his penis, making urination impossible without help. His moobs were big and flat, and there was a roll under them. His face was jaundiced, fat, and exhausted. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He'd been rather thin but let himself go during highschool and his Freshman 15 was a freshman 50 in college. He went for 4 years and got a job in IT. And continued to let himself go. At 350lbs a websearch landed him in the world of fat fetishism. While not addicted to fat himself he'd discovered that he enjoyed his size. Soon he was piling on the pounds and posting pictures of himself online. That's how he'd met his feeder. A curvy brunette it had been her encouragement, with the help of those online, that had made him super obese. By the time he was 34 he was bed confined from his weight. He hadn't cared how fat he was, but his feeder did. He'd managed to walk till he was 780lbs.
Health problems had always been there, each one tackled squarely by him with new medications, and they'd doubled in 4 months after being bed confined. He'd ignored them. He wasn't delusional enough to pretend they weren't related to his weight, he was simply indifferent. A heavy drinker, he'd started experiencing stabbing abdominal pains and fatigue. The doctors had diagnosed him with Fatty Liver, and explained it was due to his heavy drinking and extreme obesity. Now with cirrhosis of the liver and heart failure he only had weeks to live. He was too obese for a transplant. He'd been transferred to Wilcox Farms, and placed in a quiet wing, overlooking a garden. They'd weighed him when he arrived. 902lbs. Oxygen was given for comfort, pain meds were plentiful, and the food wasn't unhealthy but it was good and their was plenty of it. After all it's not like a diet would help him any, not now.
His feeder sat next to him. She'd put on weight, making her curvy frame flabby. She was a BBW now in her own right. Her face was said. Finally she asked "How are you doing."
He huffed and then replied "I'm okay. Tired."
"They don't think you'll make it through the week." She said sadly. For himself he was surprised. He would've thought he was healthier then that. But he was relieved. The constant pain and hunger would go away, as would his horrible feelings of withdrawals from alcohol.
"Wow." He replied. "I didn't think I was so bad."
She wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry I did this too you."
He stroked her face. "Don't be. I loved every minute of it." A thought struck him. "Do you think... I know that I can't make love to you. Not anymore." He had to pant to catch his breath, it was so much harder then it used to be. "But do you think I could get a blowjob?" No way he could help her get his penis, so swallowed by fat that it was only two inches at most, inside her.
"Of course." She closed the door and climbed on the bed. Carefully to avoid hurting his swollen and painful legs she carefully moved them aside. She climbed between them and found his fat pad. His now tiny penis was erect but buried inside him. Rubbing the fat pad and digging at his buried cock she got to it and then started to move it in and out of her mouth. She was an expert on giving him head, and he was horny with pent up sexual frustration. It wasn't long before he exploded inside her mouth. She wiped her face on the bed and looked up. He smiled weakly at her. "Thanks [pant, wheeze] so much. I love you. I'm just [cough, wheeze, gasp] sorry I couldn't make it." He paused to breath.
"Make it to what?" She asked, concerned.
"Make it to 1000 [wet hack] pounds." And he drifted to sleep. He was 36 years old, on hospice, due to his massive unhealthy obesity.
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