Another Day in Paradise ~ Blubberbelly (WattPad)
PART ONE: Wake and Bake

Beth laid out on her bed the way she did every morning, snoring through
her sleep apnea mask. Flies buzzed around her, transfixed her intense
stench. She let out a massive fart, so loud she rose from her slumber.

She tried to reach a dildo off the floor, but her stubby excuse for an
arm was too short to reach. Beth was a massive woman, not quite immobile
but well on the path. She quit school at 14, attempted to be
"homeschooled" then just gave-in to a life of sloth. Now at 20, she was
nearly bed bound, her wobbly frame filling nearly all of her steel
re-inforced king-sized bed.

Unable to reach her toy, she grabbed the one thing she could count on,
her bong. It was on the nightstand, refilled every night by her mom,
just waiting. Getting it ready and using the device was the most
strenuous part of her day, but it was worth it. Not only did it put her
in a wonderful mood, but it also lessened the pain which attacked her
joints day and night.

After emptying the bong, she was struggling to breathe. Everything was
looking dizzy for a moment and she could hear the heart monitor and
other health equipment she was permanently hooked to started beeping.

"Mo-" she started to call out, just as her mom came in with her
breakfast trough. She was also a big woman, though nowhere near as fat
as her bountiful daughter. She wore a brown mumu that hid the countless
stained she got throughout the day caring for her daughter.

"Good morning darling," her mom cooed, "or should I say good afternoon,
you sleepyhead. Her mom had taken care of her all this time, never
complaining about having to devote so much of her time and money to her
daughter. She walked over, kissed her daughter's forehead and hooked her
into the oxygen machine.

"There you go darling, feeling better?" Beth nodded, the dizziness
subsiding as her crushed lungs got the extra oxygen they desperately needed.

"Time to change your diaper," her mom said, grabbing the remote to
Beth's adjustable elevation bed. Once beth's legs were up and the head
was down, she turned her onto her massive belly, massaging the stinky
rolls as she turned her daughter over. She stared at her daughter's
massive rear, a single cheek as large as her entire body. Just as she
was about to get the food in place, she stopped.

"Are you empty?" She asked, giving the butt a healthy shake Beth nodded,
her eyes never moving away from her breakfast trough just sitting there,
getting cold. "I'm serious, I don't want to change you and then have to
do it again in an hour because you didn't check."

"Ugh, fine," She said, rolling her eyes. She strained, getting out
several loud brassy farts, which struck her mom right in the face. A
lesser woman would have fainted dead away, but her mom just smiled at
how strong her baby girl's butt was. Suddenly there was an abrupt
SPLOORRCHHHHH.

"There, you happy?" Beth grunted, getting out a few errant turds.

"Of course dear" her mom answered, bringing the breakfast trough over to
her daughter's doughy, piggy-eyed face.

"It seemed like a breakfast day, so I filled the trough with sausage
gravy, hash browns, eggs, sausage, bacon, corned beef hash and drenched
it all in the hollendaise sauce. That sound-"

She couldn't finish her sentence as Beth jammed her head into the goop
scarfing it down like a machine Her hands weren't even necessary, her
mouth did all the work itself.

While Beth ate, her mom changed the diaper out, tossing it into an
industrial trashcan, the only way the dump would agree to take them. She
cleaned her up with towels that had once been white but had been used
for this task so many times no amount of bleach would ever get them
white again.

Just as she finished putting on her new diaper there was another long
SPPPPLOORRRCHHHHHH and the diaper filled up worse than the last one had.

"You little bitch," Her mom chided.

Bubbly laughter came from the trough. Beth had emptied the trough to the
point where she needed her hands to get the last bits, which she was
doing with zeal. Her face was a blur of wobbling, food stained chins She
wasn't so much eating as swallowing the food whole.

"Keep it up Missy and I'll have to give you a /bath/." That stopped her
immediately. Beth laid there not moving for a moment before a wet,
squeaky fart whined out of her butt for a solid minute.

By the smell of the fart, her mom could tell Beth was scared. Ever since
she was a little girl Beth had an aversion to anything clean. Bathing
made her break out in hives, deodorant made her break out in rashes,
brushing her teeth left her mouth covered in sores and washing her hair
left her bald.

The doctors ran a number of tests but never found anything physically
causing these symptoms, rather they believed it was all in her head.
This was why she dropped out of school because she couldn't take bathing
and the school refused to let her attend while stinking worse than a
dumpster. After the idea of homeschool fizzled out, they decided to just
give on hygiene and she was happier for it.

As such it had been years since the last time Beth had a real bath. Her
skin was infused with a layer of grime which would never come out, not
that she'd ever try. The bright side was it helped hide how pale she was
since it had also been at least five years she saw any natural light.

Before changing her new diaper, her mom grabbed her a few boxes of pop
tarts to tide her over. She was such a gentle girl if she ever realized
that her butt was getting wiped she might freak out.

"Almost done baby, but don't forget, it's time to take your meds." Her
mom sat Beth upright and gave her a cup of pills and a gallon of
chocolate strawberry coffee creamer, the only way she'd take the
medicine. She drank the jug in seconds, ingesting more sugar and
calories than most people did in a day.

The pills were for her myriad of health problems. Her heart rate was
faster than a hummingbird's, her arteries were more cholesterol than
blood, her blood sugar was through the roof and blood pressure was off
the charts. To say nothing of her gird, heartburn, assorted aches and
pains and the balancing act of medicine needed to keep her from being
constipated or overloaded with diarrhea.

The medicine wasn't going to make her better, there was no way to
improve her heath given the way she lived, they were just there to limit
the damage as much as possible. The doctors kept saying she needed a
diet and weight loss surgery, and to exercise, but Beth was perfect the
way she was. If a little thin.

"Mom," Beth called out, breathing heavily after all that exertion. She
had that cute look when she was barely aware of where she was. "Could
you get me one of my toys?"

"Of course baby, which one?"

"Pink Bertha."

"Excellent choice." She picked up the enormous pink dildo from the
floor, lifted up her daughter's belly and stuck it in her pussy. Beth
played with the remote, getting it to hydraulically thrust her, turning
her entire body into a lava lamp of jiggles. Once she climaxed, she fell
asleep, the dildo still thrusting as she slept.

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PART TWO (partial):

 It was 11:00 PM when Cass got home from work. She had just finished a
double shift at LardBurger, a new fast-food chain that not only
acknowledged the unhealthy aspect of their food but embraced it. She had
been working there since graduating high school and the impact was
undeniable.

Her once svelt frame of 115 pounds had exploded to over 300 pounds, most
of it to her face. Not really, but her once thin face became a bloated
triple chin pocked with zits from the constant exposure to grease. While
her belly sagged, ass exploded in size and arms became like sacks of
pudding around her arms.

She was just barely squeezed into her uniform. The shirt's buttons were
straining to keep her belly in check, it was covered in stains and sweat
and her skirt was so high it barely covered her huge ass.

This was nothing compared to her wonderful girlfriend Beth though. Beth
was still somewhat active before Cass started working at LB, two years
of bringing her home all manners of fattening, artery hardening goodies
ballooned her so much she doubted Beth could stand if she wanted to. And
she KNEW Beth NEVER wanted to stand.

She took a sniff under her arms and suddenly understood why so many
people had been keeping their distance for the past few hours. The
deodorant clearly died hours ago judging by the stank she was giving
off. If she kept this up she'd smell like Beth soon.

She sighed, there was no one who'd ever be able to match Beth's stink.
So powerful, so potent, so inundating, it was a special smell no one
could ever replicate. Beth was a truly amazing woman.

She walked inside, the stale dense air washing over her like relief.  It
was like being able to breathe again after holding her breath all day.

"I'm home," she said. The only person to acknowledge her was Beth's mom,
who was sitting on the bed looking defeated.

"Tough day?" Cass asked.

"Just the usual," she said, "you know how much she needs."

Cass nodded and gave her a bag of extra food from LB.

"I'm okay dear, just give it to Beth," she said in response.

"Beth will have enough /trust/ me," she said, looking at the dozen or so
bags she brought with her, plus the briefcase. "She'll be too busy until
tomorrow and by then it'll be stale."

"She'd still eat it."

That was true. Nothing stopped Beth from eating, no matter how rancid
the food was. The only thing that gave her pause was vegetables.

"Then do it for me Mrs. Winslow, you need to keep up your strength. Or,
if not for me, then for Beth." She looked at the food and sighed.

"Okay, for you. But please, call me 'mom' you're practically my
daughter-in-law."

"We- we're not married." Cass said, turning bright red.

"You might as well be, you'll be with Beth for the rest of her life."

"What about 'Bonnie', that okay?"

"'Mom.'" She said definitely.

"How about 'Ma?' I don't want to associate you with my real mom, it's
not fair to you."

"Ma it is," Bonnie said.

"Well mom, I'd love to talk, but me and your daughter have a late night
date planned."

Beth was riding a dune buggy around a cake the size of a mountain,
spraying frosting everywhere she went. The buggy was huge, holding her
body which was almost as big as a trailer. She wore nothing, except for
sunglasses and cheered with glee and the wind blew through her folds.

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Rest is incomplete.