Cindy's Interview - One Year On (Extended Ending)

Part 3: One Year Later

Following on from my interview last year with Cindy, I thought I would take the time to revisit and conduct another. Her journey so far had seemed so motivated and exceptional, that I couldn't help wondering what Cindy had been up to, now that she had reached one ton.

“I'm… getting… too… big,” Cindy gasped, barely able to string her words together. She had been enormous before, but now she was almost unrecognisable - slowly but surely becoming swallowed up by her own sheer weight. 

The atmosphere had changed too. Tabby seemed to consider me with more cautious, sideways glances. It felt like there had been a shift in power or ambition at some point. Tabby finished cleaning Cindy’s, plump, troubled face - a sign that she had only recently finished on the feeding pump - and the interview could begin. 

“I'm over three-thousand pounds now,” Cindy reported to me. Her speech was breathless, laboured, and exasperated, and seemed to lack the enthusiasm or drive from our previous interview. 

“I don't know how much bigger I can get. It's never enough for her [Tabby] though, never! I have tried to stop, I really have, but I can't help myself - what am I supposed to do? Put food to my lips or a tube in my mouth and of course I'm going to take it, my body craves it.

I'm being treated like some sort of human balloon, and nobody cares how I feel or how much more I can actually take, they just want to keep pumping and pumping. No balloon can keep swelling forever, but they don't seem to think about that.

Things were pretty steady up until twenty-five hundred pounds or so. The pace was a little more relaxed and everything felt less urgent. I was still becoming concerned about my size, but it felt like I had more time to appreciate how far I'd actually come. What I'd achieved. I was, however, admittedly struggling to slow or control my gaining. As you can imagine, at such a size pretty much everything is out of my control. Whenever I asked Tabby to help me cut back or even just slow down though, we'd just fight. This went on for weeks, and I continued to get heavier, until in the end, I just gave in. There's very little I can do on my own, I need Tabby, and she knows it. 

As of this morning, I with thirty-three-thousand-and-fifty-five pounds, and I feel as though I'm about to bust. I've far exceeded those women in the magazines, and I've far exceeded the ton - just how big does she think my poor body can get?"

Just then our interview was once again interrupted by Tabby, informing us that it was, once again, time to hook the gigantic gainer back up to the faithful feeding pump. It hardly seemed like we had had much time to talk at all, even with Cindy’s speech being so slow and compressed. Once again though, I complied, and then watched as Cindy had the hose pushed into her mouth, and the machine began it's rhythmic humming and pulsing, interspersed with sloshing and gurgling. Cindy’s eyes rolled back as her cheeks bulged out with a fresh supply of fattening mixture, her hands flapped and her toes wriggled for a moment, before she settled down into her feeding frenzy. 

Last time we met, Tabby had seemed quite open and friendly, and whilst she wasn't hostile, she was clearly more guarded with her answers. We exchanged pleasantries, but that was about it. It became obvious that Cindy, and this whole journey, were very precious to her, and she was taking steps to protect them. 

Finally, after almost two hours had passed, the machine was once again shut down and fell mostly silent. It was clear that Cindy was perilously stuffed, even at her vast size. In fact, it took a few minutes for the exhausted gainer to even open her eyes, and they darted with surprise when she noticed that I was still in the room. 

Tabby finished wiping the remaining dribbles of thick, gloopy fluid that ran from the creases of Cindy’s mouth down the short distance to the huge swell of her soft, fattened chest and shoulders. Just before she left the room, I reached into my bag and retrieved a tupperware box, and eagerly showed her its contents. I explained that my girlfriend had made them, and would love for her to try one - and in truth, I was also keen to give feeding ago for myself - but I didn't mention that part.

“No. She's full!” Tabby snapped, before leaving with some urgency.

A half dozen little muffins weren't going to hurt though, were they? Surely, not for someone so enormous, so used to over-indulgence. Could a person this huge even eat too much?

I returned back to Cindy’s bedside, and catching her eye, I held up a muffin - triple chocolate fudge - my girlfriend's speciality. Cindy’s eyes widened and sparkled, before quickly turning to anxiousness. “I’m… full…” she gasped.

“Really… I am…” she continued, as I reached over and held the muffin closer to her mouth. “Please… I'm… full…”

Pressing the muffin to her lips though proved to be too much. Her eyes focused on it, she whimpered for a second, before hungrily biting into the fluffy dessert. She munched and chewed, before biting hungrily again and again. Meanwhile, I made rapid glances at the doorway, just in case Tabby returned. 

“So… nice… to have… solid… food,” Cindy munched, “so… good!”

Immediately I reached for another and held it up. 

“No… please… too… full… I'll…”

It was no use though; there was something thoroughly satisfying about seeing a woman so huge, so full, so greedy continue to keep on gorging. Perhaps I could see the appeal in feeding after all?

Despite the protests, however, it took almost no convincing for Cindy to demolish another oozing muffin once it was pressed up to her lips.

“Please,” she rasped, “I…can't…”

Once again though, she demolished a third, and eagerly chewed at a fourth, licking her lips hungrily for every remaining crumb. There was a moment of stillness, and then her eyes widened in panic, until she let out a brief but worrying burp. I could hear her stomach gurgling and grumbling for a few moments, and then it too settled.

“I'm… full… please… what don't… you… under… stand?”

This time Cindy took another moment longer, in an attempt to resist the fifth muffin held in front of her, but, like always, she just couldn't hold back. Tentatively, the pink tip of her tongue poked out, before she finally gave in, biting into the muffin more greedily than ever. Her belly rumbled and her eyes flickered, but finally she swallowed every last morsel.

Cindy’s brow glistened as she lay panting, desperately gulping at the air. Her eyes would occasionally dart towards the uncomfortable rumbling and gurgling sounds her overloaded body would make. 

I held up the final triple chocolate fudge muffin and smiled with encouragement. Cindy shook her head, as best she could, her eyes wide and worrying.

“No… more… please… I'll… I'll… bust…”

I leaned back over her enormous body, bringing the muffin closer. Feeding really was as fun and as sensual as it had made it out to be to me, and I wasn't going to waste my final chance.

“You… need… to…” she whimpered, “I… can't…”

Finally, with the muffin pushed to her plump lips, she swallowed hard with salvation. She tried to break eye contact with the remaining dessert, or move her head as best she could, but it was no use, she couldn't resist. Gently, she pecked forward and took a modest nibble, pulling it into her mouth and chewing for a few seconds. Then, with some predictability, her barriers broke down completely, and she bit gluttonously into the rest of the muffin, almost ripping it from my own trembling hand.

As she chewed greedily, she began to rant, “I'm… fed up… that… nobody… will listen… to me… they… just want… to see… me… get… bigger… and fatter… and… and…”

Cindy’s eyes suddenly rolled back, and she began to shake and tremble, sending jiggling ripples through the huge, soft extremes of her body. 

“...and…and…Oh fuck!” She gasped, “Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh… Fuck!...”

She moaned and she groaned, clenching her chubby fists tight. In panic, I ventured to ask if she was okay, terrified I had finally pushed her too far. 

“I'm cumming, you… idiot” she snapped between moans, “I'm… cumming, I'm fucking… cumming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The entanglement of enormous, fatty mounds and rolls of Cindy’s body shook and sloshed as she continued to violently orgasm. Her cheeks flushed and her skin prickled. As a journalist, I had reported on she fairy unusual things in my time, but never had I seen a woman eat until she began to climax. However, as I watched wide-eyed and awestruck, it became clear that something was wrong. 

“Fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck!”

Between gasps and moans, it was possible to hear the sound of gurgling and rumbling again. Not only that, but as I stared, fixated at Cindy’s gigantic soft body, it almost seemed like it was beginning to get fatter, slowly but surely in front of me. In fact, some of the jiggling almost looked liked the results of huge rolls of fat beginning to push for space. Was she getting bigger right before my eyes? I blinked, and then I blinked again. Then I heard Tabby's voice from the doorway. I froze into position, the empty tupperware box hanging by my side.

“What the heck do you think…”

And then Tabby paused, her jaw dropping open slowly. She could now see what I could, and it was becoming more obvious as the swelling grew faster. 

Cindy continued to orgasm, wiggling and gasping as she did, but soon even she noticed the creeping swell of her fattening body, as her belly began to rise up before her, and the thick fat of her chest and shoulders began to further surround her chubby, rosy cheeks. With helpless wiggles and orgasm-bracing clenches, her dainty little feet began to be consumed be the threatening rolls of her monstrous legs, with her soft, swollen hands following a similar fate.

“Oh… fuck… oh… God…” Cindy bellowed breathlessly, “What… the heck… is… Oh fuck… is… happening…”

“...to…”

“...me?!”

Nobody answered. In fairness, nobody knew. In just a few minutes the digital readout on the bed insisted that she had already gained over five-hundred extra pounds, and not only did the number keep increasing, but it was steadily accelerating, too. Even before she had reached three-thousand pounds it was obvious that Cindy’s poor body had already run out of room.

“Oh Fuck… oh God… oh…fuck!”

She moaned and groaned, violently shuddering and shaking from her violent orgasms, as she helplessly watched her body balloon and fatten far beyond the capacities of her modest frame. 

‘Thirty-eight hundred’, the built in scales of the bed flashed. 

“I'm… fuck… I'm… getting… too… big!”

“... Please!...”

“... Too… fuck… big…”

Cindy’s body began to jostle and sway more aggressively, her feet swallowed deep within the fat of her legs, her fingertips barely visible. As I stood back against the wall of the once spacious looking room, Cindy’s over-fattened figure creaked and groaned under its own sheer enormity. The bed too grumbled under the strain, as it flashed four-thousand for a brief moment, before continuing to climb. 

“...Please… I can't… hold…”

“... much… fuck…”

“... much… more…”

“... Fuuuck!”

Frozen to the spot, I could only look on as the billowing flanks of fat began to overflow the buckling frame of the huge bed. It was then that I felt a sudden and sharp pull on my forearm - I expected it to be Tabby - but instead it was one of Cindy’s other helpers. With panic on her face, she unrooted me from the spot and dragged me across the room as we both watched Cindy’s over-indulged body swell and balloon quicker than ever. The moans and gasps were more ferocious than ever, but they were beginning to sound increasingly muffled as the moments passed.

“Oh fuuummpphhh… fuummphhh”

“Mmmpphhhh…”

“Oh… mmphhh… mmpphhh!!”

I took one quick, last glance as I made it out of the doorway, before being hurried to safety. It was still possible to hear those muffled orgasms and cries for help until I was eventually ejected from the building. Ever since, I have always wondered just how much heavier she managed to become, and more importantly, what was Cindy’s fate? 

The only thing that I can confirm is that I have never been invited back for another interview…