Wilcox Farms 2

In private staff called her Dr. Wilcox's biggest failure. 12 years ago she'd entered the 'farms as the first patient and she'd never left. Wilcox openly admitted it. He'd entirely failed to bring down her weight. He always said that possibly it was because she was his first patient and had been the "guinea pig" for his theories and treatments. Staff speculated on everything from genetic problems making it difficult to loose weight to stubbornness on her part. All were agreed that the failure of her respiratory system 5 years ago had made further progress much more difficult.

Haley had entered the facility 12 years ago as the first patient. She'd weighed 600lbs at 22 years old but had ballooned to over a thousand. Her peak weight had been measured at 1100. Her respiratory drive had failed and she'd almost suffocated. Wilcox had managed to intubate her and eventually she'd been surgically given a tracheostomy and placed on a ventilator. She'd been on a crash diet loosing nearly 300 pounds but it had been a fight to get her under 800. At least according to the official documentation. As of now she weighed 817lbs (58.4 stone) as of this morning's weighing. Unknown to all but a couple staff members, who'd also been here for those 12 years, and close family, Haley was married to Wilcox. And unknown to everyone but her and Wilcox was that she was incredibly turned on by her weight, and experienced almost orgasmic levels of pleasure when her massive stomach was stuffed with food.

Currently she was constantly being fed, 24/7/365, a caloric heavy, high nutrient feed through the tube to keep her gargantuan stomach at least somewhat filled so she didn't starve, and to give her the nutrients she needed to stay alive. Of course she still consumed food by mouth. The most amount of pleasure she received in her daily life was when she was eating food. But it was a lot of work for her and she only ate a couple meals a day now.

Haley couldn't talk anymore but she didn't need to. Her life was perfect for her, and she could communicate using her tablet. It was after 8 and she'd just finished her dinner when Wilcox came into her room the largest one in the Intensive Care Unit side. It was quiet and dark other then the soft lights bathing her body in yellow light. He closed the door and crossed to her bed. He touched her swollen cheek and they exchanged kisses.

Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork. No, their handiwork. Haley didn't overflow the Bariatric hospital bed but she filled it comfortably. Her face and head were fat, perched on a double chin that had been spread but now encompassed her trach. Formless breasts cascaded over fold after fold of fat to her massive belly which ran all the way to her knees. Her belly had always been her biggest asset but she didn't really have any small ones. Her legs were formless, deformed by fat, fluid retention, and muscle atrophy and small feet red, puffy, and unmoving, poked out the bottom. She was surrounded by tubes, the tube to breath for her, the tube to feed her, the tubes of the PICC line they administered medications through. The port for her to receive dialysis since her kidneys barely worked. The urinary catheter to take away urine, the rectal tube that took away her fecal matter.

They spent most evenings together, and all day Sundays. Most of it was just being close, watching TV or movies together. Once in a while, for old times sake, he'd feed her but it exhausted her easily. And once in a while, if she had the energy they'd...

Tonight he could tell, she had the energy. She confirmed it when he got close and she grabbed his crotch with her fat swollen fingers. He couldn't access her vagina anymore but he really didn't care. That's what vibrators are for. It was a bit of a struggle to get her's placed through the fat of her thighs and belly but he manged it and turned it on. Then he got undressed and started to fuck her belly button. She had a big deep belly button and he loved it. The huge expanse of her belly flowed around him, jiggling with each thrust.

When he'd finished, and gotten her cleaned up he relaxed in the chair listening to the hiss hiss of the ventilator breathing for her. And contemplated. Her health was bad, terminally bad, but he didn't really know how long she could live like this. Everything was stable. Her heart was the only organ he couldn't really treat and it was still going strong, with no evidence of problems. Unlike so many of his patients. He was interrupted by the tablet's computerized "I want to show you something"

He got up and looked. The tablet read:
"I want to be 1000lbs again. There's something magical about being half a ton, 4 figures. I miss it. I want to try. Do you want me to?"
Wilcox didn't say anything at first. There was no reason too. He turned up the speed that the tube feeding was being administered to her by and gave her a kiss. "Yes." He said. "But I need you to eat three meals a day like the good little land whale you are."
That got him a heavy nod and a tight smile.