(Comm) Brigitte in the Balance of Health

This one is a bit more extreme on the kink side! Health issues galore for a small commission. Let me know your thoughts!


Brigitte Lindholm heaped ice cream out of the many-gallon jug. Sitting naked in bed, she pressed the jug close as a lover. Her heavy, pancake breasts further enclosed the container; pushed close by her flabby biceps. She ate greedily, sucking down ice cream like a wild dog tearing into its prey. She scooped the sweet, sugary cream out with a serving spoon. Her body listed back and forth as she ate, rolling ponderously. Roll upon roll swayed and jiggled with extreme torpor. Bed fillingly fat, hardly any part of Brigitte could move quickly anymore. She ate in bursts, taking breaks only to wheeze and catch her breath. At nearly a ton in weight, Bridget had to make allowances for her body that no normal person could conceive of. Yet she at on, piling the sticky sweet cream into her gullet. The heat from her immense, immobile body worked to help melt the ice cream. Every once and a while Brigitte would tip back the large tub and drink from it. She would go until her muscles gave out or her various health support machines warned her.


Machines. They had been a comfort to her growing up. Her father used them in all sort of ingenious ways for the Overwatch program. Brigitte had picked up on those skills, becoming something of a techno-crusader. Yet, now she had to use machines in such a different capacity. Rather than saving others, they existed to save her. Oxygen tubing, ivs, heart rate monitors stuck all over her padded chest, and nanomachines circulating within her body all worked to make sure that Brigitte didn't succumb to her rampant health issues. Being a double-bed filling fatty does not come cheap. The price for Brigitte's gluttony was her dependence on these machines. As well as the woman who wielded them.



"And how is my favorite, most adorable patient today?" The door flew open and Angela Ziegler, the woman best known by her codename Mercy, entered. The entrance  gave Brigitte a shock that sent her heart into minimal palpitations. She wheezed and coughed as her heart and lungs tried to slow their frantic beating of blood and sucking of air. The tub of ice cream dropped from Brigitte as she put a hand to her chest to calm herself. While it took a minute, she was at least in mild control by the time Mercy reached her bed. "My poor little butterball." Mercy said, reach down to pinch and jiggle one of Brigitte's heavy cheeks. "Just calm down." Mercy tapped a display screen attatched to Brigitte's bed, administering a calming drug. "Did you enjoy your morning treat?" She smiled, patting one of Brigitte's stomach folds.


"Yeesh. . .snrrrk. . .it isch. . .hoooo. . .amazing." Brigitte spoke through the tubing that wound through her nose and into an oxygen tank behind her. She was naked otherwise. Her garden of soft and moist rolls were left to flop freely in the temperature controlled medical room. Yet for all the fat and medical devices, her eyes were still bright and chipper. While her face was fat enough to scrunch them and her lips up, she still had the angelic good looks she had been blessed with. Her hair fell about her well fattened shoulders, soft as silk. Brigitte might have been an immobile blob strapped to a medical bed with thousands of dollars of equipment to sustain her. But she was a very adorable one at that. "Extra. . .snnnrk. . .schweet today." She smiled up at Mercy, her chins resting between her spreading breasts. 


"I shouldn't tell you this, considering your diabetic condition but I did tell them to put extra sugar in." Mercy winked. "I figured my big girl wouldn't mind a little extra. That blood sugar isn't getting any lower anyway." Mercy tapped the screen, whose readouts further proved how ludicrously unhealthy Brigitte was. It was a wonder she could open her eyes, let alone speak and carry on a continual gorge-fest. Yet, Brigitte found a way. Between her determination and Mercy's medical ingenuity, Brigitte had found a way to continually indulge herself whilst minimizing the negative effects. Of course, they still lingered. Her body was a catastrophe from every health metric available. "But I like my girls with a lot of sugar in them." Mercy knelt down beside Brigitte, kissing her on the lips.


Kissing Brigitte was like kissing a bag of half melted candy. She was utterly soft, moist, and beyond sugary. Mercy was sure that her own blood sugar levels were rising just by locking lips. Yet, she couldn't help herself. Long before becoming a permanent patient, Brigitte and her had been simple lovers. They had done normal things like movie dates, walks on the beach, and spa days. Yet, that had changed when Brigitte had accidentally gained 20 pounds. A small potbelly had formed, something which neither woman could let go of. Mercy remembered begging Brigitte to let her ruin her figure. Now, more than 900 pounds gained later, she had ruined much more. She had turned Brigitte into a complete health disaster, a woman who could do little other than eat and beg Mercy for more food. Yet, what they had was beautiful. The two continued kissing, Brigitte's heart rate monitor trailing upwards slowly.


Brgitte's heart thumped and pounded in her chest. Sexual excitement was as dangerous as it was fun for the human pool of pudding and cream. Her fingers flexed as she felt her chest and arm tighten. She sucked oxygen down as best she was able but came up short. Her face reddened under the strain. Yet, she couldn't stop kissing. It felt so good to hang in the balance. Mercy pressed herself deeply into Brigitte's folds, duty as a doctor forgotten. A tightness began to spread through Brigitte, her heart beginning to seize up with the excitement. Forget sex, though the pair never did, Brigitte was too unhealthy even for kissing. Her hands flexed and released, trying to keep herself conscious. It was to little avail and Brigitte found herself slipping away from reality, caught between diabetic coma and heart failure.


BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! An alarm sounded. Brigitte slumped over. Mercy, well practiced at this point, pushed a couple buttons on the screen next to her blobby lover. Nanomachines embedded within Brigitte came alive, working to try and process the extra blood sugar. Meanwhile, Mercy grabbed two defibrillator paddles and warmed them up. After a quick charge, she had blasted Brigitte with enough voltage to start he heart once more. The pile of fat, health conditions, and love looked up at her radiant lover. Meekly she whispered ". . .thanksch. . .honey." Brigitte smiled, feeling fatter and unhealthier than she ever had before. ". . .sorry to interrupt."


"No problem at all!" Mercy patted a heavy cheek. "Just means we need to get more nanites in you to help balance out everything." She tried her best to hug Brigitte, failing to wrap her arms around the massive woman but succeeding in fondling both puffy breasts.


"Once. . .we do that. . .can I get.  . .uhhf. . .fatter?" Brigitte asked, obviously turned on.


"Most certainly!" Mercy smiled. After alll, I need you to beat Hana and Satya. We're going to make you the fattest in the world." Mercy nibbled on one of Brigitte's face folds. Brigitte just tried to catch her breath.