Mika groaned, clutching her massive gut as she sat on the toilet. "Goddamnit, why aren't the laxatives working?" The morbidly obese girl had been sitting on the toilet for at least half an hour now, yet only loud, smelly flatulence would ripple into the toilet basin. The toilet, of course, was an enlarged design big enough to cater the size of her huge butt. Her fat ass - which was so big it was the size of a heavily pregnant stomach on its own - was covered in fungus. Mika couldn't reach the depths inbetween her buttcheeks these days, her pudgy arms could barely reach the outside. Even when she tried using a bidet, it would crack. The fungus made the depths of her ass even more sweaty and putrid, much like a swamp within her rolls of fat. This smelly, invisible fungus could be found in all the folds of her body. Her armpits, her crotch, even her multiple rolls of fat - stretching from her belly to the blubber on her back - were covered in it. The reason for this, her doctor told her as he had diagnosed her with type 2 diabetes a few months ago, was her high blood sugar and weakened immune system - not to mention the warmth inside her many crevices - made it an ideal breeding ground for Candida fungus. Mika sighed and panted as she got to her feet, wobbling, tree trunk thighs supporting the rest of her tremendous weight. She sighed and waddled over to the scale. The needle went over the 350 mark, over, to 370lbs. At this point, she had given up any hope of losing weight. Several things worked against her: one, the psych meds she was on constantly increased her appetite, made her drowsy, and fucked up her metabolism, probably why she had become diabetic at the young age of 18. Second, exercising was dangerous for her. The last time she went on an exercise bike, she passed out after 5 minutes of light exercise; thirdly, she had become practically addicted to sugar. Doctors had already ruled out WLS. "Looks like I'll need one of these today," Mika pouted, bending over to reach a bag on the side. Out of it, she pulled a 3XL diaper - all too often, she would have accidents in public. She was either constipated or incontinent, no inbetween. As she lifted her legs to pull it up, a bubble of foul wind trumpeted from her buttcheeks. "Oops!" Not that she minded farting - it was something she could do especially well at this immense size. The depth of her buttcheeks only made her farts deeper and more powerful. And that made her proud, in a way. Even though farting in public was embarrassing - and often left massive, brown skid marks in her tent-sized panties, the release was enjoyable. She had even masturbated to it once or twice - thankfully, her vagina, unlike her ass, was something she could still service well. Now, her belly grumbled deeply, and intensely.


Despite eating a huge breakfast, she was still hungry. She put on some elastic sweat pants and a tight-fitting t-shirt, then drove off to McDonald's. Ordering two big mac meals and a mcflurry, she draw some disgusted stares as she sat down. She sunk her fat face into a burger, grease dripping over her pudgy lips. Mika sat gorging herself for twenty minutes. Every now and then, she belched, tasting mustard, grease, and saturated fat as more and more gas built up in her distended belly. Even then, she wolfed down her food quickly. Just as she finished her last mcflurry, letting off a triumphant wet fart, she felt a heaviness in her lower gut, her bowels. She groaned, the shit that was pooling in her rectum trying to burst out urgently. It gushed out. She felt a mushy squelch as a bulge formed in her diaper. Then the waterworks came, gushing into the incontinence pad with a heavy dribble. Torrents of mushy shit and sweet urine filled her diaper, fouling her entire crotch. And once she started, there was nothing she could do to stop. It flowed, filling her diaper rapidly. If other patrons didn't see or hear it, they would smell it. Soon, she had stopped shitting herself, but still leaked piss - her diaper, heavy with urine, threatened to fall down as she exited as discretely as possible with her chafing, squelching waddle. Mika only hoped she didn't pee herself so much it would leak, diabetes meaning she urinated heavily and often. "fuckfuckfuck," she sighed as she drove home, her belly pressing up against the steering wheel, its sides hanging frustratingly close to the gearbox.

When she got home, she bolted the door firm behind her. Today was worse than usual. Her entire diaper was swamped, and from the feel of it, the back of her sweatpants was wet too. Although that could have just been sweat. She got hot and bothered at the slightest bump above room temperature. Now, Mika felt strange. Maybe it was hormones, or maybe it was just her warped mind, but she was feeling... excited. Her hand patted the immense bulge of mushy shit and piss dragging her diaper down. "There's no way no-one saw I wasn't a fat, disgusting pig... everyone saw my diapers... they heard me fart, they know..." Her hand went down the front of her diaper, feeling how wet it was. Her pussy felt hot and damp, not just from the urine, but from her thick juices. Mum was out of town today. She realised her filthiest fantasies. With that, she pulled off all her clothes, throwing her sweat pants, t-shirt, and even her bra to the floor. Mika stuck a pudgy hand down the back of her diaper. Five girls' worth of poop. No, more. Normal-sized girls couldn't make this much shit in a week. "I'm such a disgusting pig," she told herself, feeling her obese ass and the mushy shit covering it. She took her finger, hestitating as she saw the brown substance on the tip, then licked it. "Mmmm," she forced herself to say. It was bitter, horrible, yet sweet. She took another lick, shoving it inside her mouth. "Pigs eat their own shit," she told herself, as her cleaner hand touched her clitoris. More bitter-sweet shit, the consistency just right. Going to her ground-floor bedroom, she lay on her super king-size bed and took another scoop now, taking a big clump of semi-solid shit and placing it in her mouth. She gagged. The taste was intense. She swilled the turd around in her mouth. She gagged and gagged, stroking her pussy at the same time. She was such a pig, she would eat anything. She couldn't let a little bitterness stop her. Gagging some more, she took a big gulp, and felt the thick turd shoot down her throat. At first she thought she was going to puke, feeling queasy, but she held it. Her lack of a gag reflex meant it was hard to vomit up anything once she had swallowed it. Now, she took another clump. Instead of putting it in her mouth, she smeared it over her huge, 50F breasts, caking her erect nipples a muddy brown. "Ahhh..." the feeling of shit against them was magnificent. Touching herself some more, she smeared another load of shit over her belly, coating her bulging, heavy upper and lower rolls which hung far over her thighs. "Such an obese sow...." Now, she took her shit-smeared breasts and licked them. As she came, loudly and flatulently, she realised: there was truly no better life than being a fat, smelly, horny pig.