Clara's Decent Into Gaming and Laziness

(A commission for Funtasti)

[Once the handball team's star player, Clara starts becoming addicted to video games. Along the way, she not only picks up a new hobby, but a several hundred pounds too.]

This story contains weight gain and mild slob themes.

Clara had it all. She was a star athlete, a straight-A student, popular, and had an amazing future ahead of her. She was an absolute force to be reckoned with on the handball court and had brought her high school team trophy after trophy during her time on the team. Even back when she was a freshman, none of the other girls could come close to her level of skill and ability. She easily had the best throwing arm out of the other girls. Even the most formidable of goalkeepers couldn't help but flinch a little when she sent ball whirling towards them like a bullet. Her constant training and practice kept her mobility top-notch as well. During team practice, you would always see her at the front of the team during running and sprinting drills. She was a short girl at only 5'0, but that made it even more impressive when she broke the school's high-jump record.

Aside from athletics, Clara's other major passion was architecture. Ever since she was a little girl, she had always been fascinated with structures and drafting. After making a scale model of the Eiffel Tower out of hot glue and toothpicks in 5th grade, she decided then and there that being an architect is exactly what she wanted to be when she grew up. 

Such a wide variety of talents meant that she was able to make friends with a wide variety of people. She would hang out with the jocks and cheerleaders to talk about sports and training techniques. She would also hang out with the nerds and geeks to discuss engineering and other S.T.E.M topics. She was a natural people-person and easily became one of the most popular girls in school.

At 18 years of age, Clara graduated high school at the top of her class. She was accepted into a prestigious college across the country, known for having one of the greatest architecture programs in not just the country, but in the entire world.

While this was such a great accomplishment, it had its downsides. Moving across the country meant that Clara lost contact with the vast majority of her friends. It also meant rarely seeing her parents. As if this wasn't enough, the college she would be attending had no handball team. It was an architecture-focused college after all. It hurt having to make so many sacrifices, but Clara told herself that they would pay off in the long run as her career flourished in the future as a star architect.

Clara started college strong at first. She continued her studious habits from high school and kept her grades up for a few weeks. It made her sad that she wasn't able to play handball anymore. She missed the competitive thrill of the game. However, the campus did have a gym, so she was able to keep in shape. She also made sure to stay in contact with her friends every once in awhile to see how college was treating them on their own respective paths. 

During her free time, Clara started to pick up video games. She had always found them intriguing, but never really had the time to play them very often with handball practice and her school work. With a love for building, she started with Minecraft and was instantly hooked. She also quickly became a fan of MOBA's and MMORPG's as well, specifically League of Legends and World of Warcraft. She discovered she really had a love for gaming. Plus they helped quench her thirst for competitive play that handball had previously provided. Eventually, she started to become addicted.

After a month or so of feeding her gaming addiction, she found herself much less motivated to go to class. School work and job hunts just seemed so much more stressful now compared to how fun and interesting video games were. Working out at the gym started to feel more like a chore, not to mention extremely boring. It didn't help that she lived alone, left to her own devices, no one could stop her from playing video games for hours and hours a day instead of studying... or eating nothing but cheap junk food for every meal. 

After her first year of college, she failed two of her classes and barely passed the others. At this point, she made a decision that architecture was no longer for her. Her passion for gaming was just so much stronger. She had even made a decent side-hustle leveling up people's accounts and raising their elo rankings. She imagined that if she could just do that full-time, she could make much more money, and have way more fun, than any job as an architect ever would. 

Now at nearly 19 years old, Clara had put on considerably more weight. While most people may only consider her to be chubby, it certainly wasn't uncommon for her to be viewed as fat. If she hadn't been in such fantastic shape at the beginning of college, she would definitely be considered fat by all across the board. Simple tasks like getting up from her bed or walking to her living room desk started to become mundane and annoying for the increasingly lazy girl. 

After deciding to quit college, Clara had a lot of money saved up that was going to spent on books, transportation, parking passes, and other miscellaneous college fees. That, combined with her ever-growing income from boosting other people's gaming accounts, meant she had a lot of money to burn. She decided to buy herself a birthday present when she turned 19.

The chair she ordered for herself was a specialized chair from Germany. It was technically an office chair. It was designed for office employees who worked long and/or late hours. It consisted of a large, padded platform that was roughly 7 feet wide and 5 feet deep. It featured a sliding backrest that could be pulled to the front of the platform for normal sitting, or pushed back to the rear edge of the chair, allowing the occupant to use chair as a bed. The platform was supported by a heavy duty hydraulics system that could raise or lower the occupant as well. All of this was then connected to an electric-powered wheel system that the occupant could control with a wireless remote. 

Now, as a full time gamer, Clara decided the chair would be a great investment since she wouldn't have to leave her desk nearly as often and could focus more on her gaming jobs. She could easily transition between working and sleeping without having to even get up!

Once the chair arrived, it looked more like a piece of construction equipment designed to move and haul heavy cargo rather than just a convertible chair for a single person. But once Clara climbed up into the chair for the first time, she absolutely fell in love with it. She sat in it for over 23 hours every day, only having to get up to go to the bathroom. But even that simple task started to seem like to much effort for her new incredible laziness.

She reached out to one of her engineering friends from high school, Chris. He was an expert in mechanical engineering and was going to college for robotics. Clara paid him a very generous amount of money to rig up a flap underneath the chair's platform that could open and close with the press of a button. Once that task was completed, and he enlarged the doorway to her bathroom, Clara was able to just drive her chair over to the bathroom and park it over the toilet. At this point, Clara never had to get up for anything ever again.

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4 years later....
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*Ba-Ding*
*Ba-Ding* *Ba-Ding* *Ba-Ding*

Clara woke up from her usual 4 hour nap to a series of Discord notifications. Now awake, she sat up and stretched her arms. As she lifted them up, she noticed her left hand was still inside a bag of Doritos. A handful of chips fell out of the bag and onto her belly. Mindlessly, she removed the bag and brushed the chips off of her and onto the floor. Then, she grabbed a new unopened bag of Doritos, and took a few swigs from the Mountain Dew can she was drinking before she fell asleep, and shook her mouse to wake up her PC.

The three monitors came to life, bathing Clara's face in a wash of white LCD light. One of her monitors had 4 different instances of World Of Warcraft open that she left running 24/7. Each instance was open with a different player's account she was currently XP farming for. The characters had a series of macros and scripts commanding them to auto-fight nearby virtual monsters and grind for experience points in order to level up.

The now 23 year-old Clara ran a hand through her curly, short red hair to get her bangs out of her eyes and squinted at her right-most computer monitor to read the incoming messages. They were from one of her clients, a League of Legends player under the gamertag "Funtasti42069" that had hired her to boost his account's elo ranking. Over the years, Clara had started to make a very good living for herself by taking jobs like this. She was earning over $250,000 a year now, most of which was spent on fast-food delivery, snacks, candy, sodas, and G-Fuel.

As Clara struggled to turn her head towards her other monitors, it was apparent that her head and neck were much fatter as well. She had surpassed a double chin long ago and was now sporting a triple chin that would easily turn into a quadruple or quintuple chin if she looked down slightly. However, the sheer amount of neck fat around her head made looking around in any direction extremely difficult. Her cheeks had gained a substantial amount of weight as well. In fact, anyone from high school probably wouldn't even be able to recognize her fat face as her cheeks were starting to get so large they started to obscure her view slightly.

Clara was sitting naked  in her industrial office chair at her gaming desk. The 10 foot long desk was covered in trash from years of fast-food delivery. Sticking out from the piles of garbage, was Clara's 3 monitor gaming setup. The desks largest occupants, however, were the three enormous rolls of belly fat that rested heavily on the front lip of it.

The rolls belonged to a now very large and very obese Clara, who hadn't left her chair once in the last four years. Beneath her desk was another grouping of fat belly rolls that sagged down over her legs, completely hiding her knees. Her belly took up so much of the desk space in front of her, that she had to rest her keyboard, mouse, and current pile of snacks on top of one of her belly rolls instead of the desk. 

Underneath her blanket of a belly, were her massive legs. Each them were bigger around than an entire person. They looked like a baker had stacked hundreds of pounds of thick, soft bread dough into tall piles. The perfectly toned and muscular legs she used to have during her handball days were now so large that she couldn't even bend them a fully. After bending her knees about half way, the mountainous rolls of fat pushed against each other too hard to move any further.

Being only 5'0, Clara's feet dangled over the edge of chair. Not that you could see her feet, they were completely hidden by several dozen pounds of calve fat that sagged down past them by over an inch, jiggly and swaying with every movement she made.

Clara's ass and hips had taken the majority of gain. Her ass fat took up so much space that it started to overflow her industrial chair in every direction. The chair's adjustable backrest was supposed to only be moved to the back while the occupant was using the chair as a bed, but Clara's ass and hips needed so much space that it was always kept in the furthest back position.

When she first got the chair, the backrest used to reach above her shoulders, but now her ass had grown large enough to fully engulf it as it peeked out from the top of it. Even with enough room for several people sitting in front of each other like in a canoe, Clara's ass and back fat still reached all the way to the backrest and heavily pushed against it. The sheer size of her ass pressed against the rugged backrest caused her back fat to be lifted up to head level. If it wasn't for her constraining neck fat, she'd probably be able to tilt her head backwards to touch her own back.

Back in high school, Clara was extremely flat-chested. She viewed her tiny A-cup breasts as an advantage because it meant she hardly needed a sports bra and it only made her that much more agile on the ball court. Now, however, her boobs had grown into gigantic flat rolls that sagged over each side of her fat belly. Just like her other forms of clothing, she had given up trying to find something big enough to contain her monstrous boobs long ago.

Underneath her left boob, there was a small white cable that ran from her chest down to between her legs. This was Clara's trusty vibrator. After giving up dating (and socializing in general) many moons ago, she needed a way to satisfy herself. With her ever-increasing laziness, Clara found it too much of a hassle to pull her fat thighs apart and navigate her rolls to insert/remove the toy. Eventually, she decided to just leave it inside of her at all times and keep the remote stored securely under one of her boobs. 

It made a good enough boyfriend-substitute. She had tried dating in the past, and found that she'd lose interest keeping up with messages. Having to reach for her phone and type out boring small-talk only kept her away from her gaming.

She felt the same way about keeping up with her friends and family. She'd respond to a few messages, but then either get bored or just straight up forget that she was talking to them. It had been a long time since she had talked to another human in person. In fact, she figured the time she had Chris over to upgrade her industrial chair was the last time she saw someone in person. Nowadays, she didn't even bother responding to her old friend's personal messages, not even her parents' messages. She was just too busy playing her video games non-stop to care.

Clara was interrupted from her gaming session by a gurgling in her stomach. She had to go to the bathroom. She could probably hold it for a few more hours, but she figured she might as well get it over with now so she could continue playing uninterrupted later. She reached a flabby hand underneath her heavy right boob and pulled out the wireless remote control for her chair. It was growing more and more difficult to grip the thing in her fat hand, but she managed to get her thumb on the directional pad and get the chair moving backwards.

The chair moaned as it started to crawl across the floor. When she first got the chair, it was quite agile and was able to move at a brisk walking speed. But now, with her incredibly heavier body, the wheels could barely turn. It would take her almost 10 minutes just to travel 6 feet. The poor chair's hydraulic system had also failed a few months ago. It used to be able to lift her up and down, but now her weight was just too much for machine and it remained grounded in the lowest position.

After a foot or so of progress, the chair suddenly came to a stop. Clara looked down, puzzled, hoping that chair hadn't finally died. She looked at the remote in her hand and noticed the LED light that usually turned on when she pushed a button remained off. Looks like the batteries in the remote had simply died and the chair itself was fine. Clara recalled she had more batteries in her kitchen. 

She was currently in her living room where she had spent the majority of the last few years. She glanced across the room to the entrance to her kitchen. 

"Ugh, it'll take forever to get there," she thought to herself. 

She glanced down to the living room couch, a tv remote rested on an end table just beyond it on the way to the kitchen area.

"A shortcut!" she thought to herself excitedly. "2 EZ, I'll just hop down, grab the tv remote and use its batteries instead!"

Clara leaned forward and swung her arms to leap off of the chair, but nothing happened. Her extremely obese body remained exactly where it was, hardly moving at all. Puzzled, she looked down at the pile of boobs, belly, and hips below her neck wondering why she wasn't moving.

"It's like I'm glitching into the chair," she thought to herself. 

With considerably more effort, she leaned has far as she could to the left in an attempt to lift at least one of her gigantic ass cheeks off of the chair. In addition to having to overcome its great weight, it seemed her ass had also started to bond with the material of the chair. She struggled to lean further, but her ass was fused with the chair's padding and came up with it. 

Instinctively, her hands looked for something to support her, but her vast hips and ass overflowed the industrial chair on all sides, covering anything she could hold onto. Her hips had destroyed both of the adjustable arm rests long ago when they couldn't move any further apart than 6.7 feet max limit, so that wasn't an option either. 

She grunted and groaned as she continued to try and pry her ass cheek away from the chair. Slowly, she felt her skin start to peel away from the upholstery. Exhausted, she gave up and sat back down, her ass jiggling and sloshing as it overflowed back over the right side of the chair. After catching her breath, she tried again, this time she made a little bit more progress, more of the skin underneath her came in contact with fresh air for the first time in 4 years. She repeated the process for her left ass cheek. 

Starting to get winded and working up a sweat, Clara decided her ass was as free as it would get from just leaning. She started to focus on scooting towards the front edge of the chair. She grunted and groaned, swayed and shimmied, slowly starting to make progress. Eventually she felt her entire ass peel way from the chair. However, Clara was already starting to breath heavily. Sweat was starting to build up and she could feel her heart pounding. Despite the discomfort, Clara continued on. As she moved and shook, the chair groaned and creaked in agony. 

At last, she scooted enough off the edge and started to drop to the floor. The short redhead held out her legs as they approached the ground. Once her legs started to take the impact of her landing, her knees immediately gave up supporting her obese body and she landed hard on her mammoth ass. The entire building shook as her 8 foot wide booty impacted the floor like meteor. Luckily, her ass fat easily absorbed the hit and Clara wasn't hurt in the slightest.

Clara's ass wobbled and jiggled for just over 10 entire seconds after she landed while she caught her breath. There was a time where Clara could jump several dozen times per minute, and now she couldn't even leap off a chair once. The act of simply resisting gravity and landing had made her exhausted. 

Leaning forward, Clara started the daunting task of standing up. She felt like she was carrying hundreds of pounds of training weights on her arms and legs. In a way...she was and had created her own training weights out of her fat. She placed a morbidly obese foot on the floor. Massive globs of fat from her ankle and calve sagged down past her foot and overflowed across the floor, covering at least 3 times more ground than her hidden feet did.

Clara shifted her girth forward and swung her other leg underneath her. With more physical effort than she had put into anything in a long time, she slowly stood up. 

Standing up only made her obese body look even fatter. Her ocean of a belly hung down just past her knees. If it wasn't for her incredibly large thighs pushing up against it, it would easily collide with her calves. Her ass had grown so high in the chair that it arched nearly halfway up her back several feet behind her. 

No longer being supported by the chair, her ass and hip fat sagged heavily towards the ground. In fact, it was only a few inches from brushing against it. Her thick thighs had grown so wide around that they pushed her legs apart to the point where it was impossible for her to keep them vertical. As she stood, her legs were forced to be angled.

As huge as her thighs were, the rest of legs definitely had their fair share of fat too. The doughy white flesh that made up her legs were pilled up into soft, squishy rolls. There was no gap in sight the entire way down between her legs, even at the angle they were spread at.

Keeping herself standing was taking an incredible amount of energy. Her heart felt like it was going to explode it was pounding so hard. Her breathing grew more and more labored with every passing second. Quickly, she waddled over to the nearest wall to lean against it, being careful not to step on her own calve fat. She was starting to sweat noticeably harder now. She raised a flabby arm to her brow to wipe of a bead of sweat that was approaching her eye.

She turned around to check her progress. To her surprise, there was a slight indentation the size of a small car in the floor. There was a noticeable drop where her ass had landed and compressed the floor. So much for her security deposit. 

"Eh, I can grind more to pay for that, EZ" she thought to herself. 

She looked across the room, saw the tv remote sitting on her end table and remembered the task at hand. 

"Play the objective," she thought to herself. "Don't just hog XP like a noob."

She could feel sweat starting to form underneath every roll and crevasse of her body as her panting continued. 

"I'm so drained, that nap did nothing for me... I know I'll do some quick laps around the living before getting the remote, that'll energize me."

Clara started her "sprint". She slowly lumbered forward, placing one enormously fat leg in front of the other, and swinging her arms back and forth. As she barely moved across the room, she felt she was running underwater, through mud, on Jupiter. 

"What, am I getting hit with Ashe arrows or something?"

Each step she took caused the floorboard she was walking on to noticeably sink down under her weight. Luckily, they seemed to remain intact once she lifted her foot up again. After a few steps she was breathing the hardest she had in years. She could feel sweat start to pour down her body now. 

"I need a break," she said between labored breaths. She eyed the couch. "Ah, a checkpoint!" she said to herself, relieved.

She slowly continued across the room, thinking about she could have ran around the room several laps in the time it was taking her to just make it a few feet. At last, she reached the couch. She took a moment to line up her ass with the couch, and leaned back. The top half of her bench-filling booty shelf overflowed into the couch seat, but she felt the base of the couch press against her bottom half of her ass. She needed to jump up.

"A quick bunny-hop should fix this," she said as she bent her legs down to jump. She leaped into the air as high as she could, which was exactly 0 inches off the ground. As she straightened out, she felt her feet and calves sink even deeper into the wooden floor. There was no way for her to see past all of her fat, but she probably had caused more damage to the floorboards.

"Weird," she thought to herself. "It's like I'm lagging or something." Her breathing was out of control now, she could feel sweat start to drip off of her body and onto the floor. She bent her legs down to try again. As she tried to jump her muscles screamed. It felt like she was trying to carry a building with her legs. Once again, her feet didn't leave the ground, instead they only sunk deeper into the wood. She heard soft cracking noises underneath her.

She took a moment to think. If she didn't to rest her legs soon, she was going to collapse onto the floor.

"Ok... new strat," she thought to herself.

She reached her flabby arms behind her and grabbed as much of her own ass fat as she could. She grunted as she began to lift her titanic ass cheeks up as high as she could. They came up only a few inches, but to be fair, they each probably weighed more than an entire person. While her arms certainly lost all of their speed and agility over the years, at least she still had some of her strength lifting all that fat around.

Unfortunately, she had lost all of her stamina too. After a few seconds, she was forced to let go of her ass. Both cheeks dropped back down to their original saggy position with a loud *SMACK* as they impacted each other. She even felt them hit the floor as they bounced up and down in a moment of chaotic jiggling. Her entire body started to shake and slosh as the inertia of her ass cheeks pulled it around with them. She looked up to the ceiling with her eyes closed, frowning in exhaustion. She had once set her high school's high-jump record, and show she couldn't even leave the ground. 

She only had a few more seconds left in her before her legs would simply give out from underneath her. She reached behind herself and grabbed as much of her ass cheeks as she could again. This time, as she lifted them up, she tried to jump. She put in as much effort as she could. Of course, she didn't leave the ground again. Instead she used the momentum to stand up on her toes. It wasn't much, but it was enough. She felt her ass clear the base of the couch and she leaned back onto it. 

Quickly, her ass filled up every inch of available space, easily overflowing the couch in every direction. It was like dumping a big bucket of water into tea cup. Her hips were even threatening to spill over the arm rests.

The couch creaked loudly underneath her. She couldn't tell, but it was bowing in a heavy arc as it struggled to support her great weight. Her ass, hips, and belly fat spent several seconds jiggling and sloshing around until they finally settled down. 

The couch was much shallower than her industrial chair. Large globs of her ass fat still overflowed over the front of couch since she couldn't sit back any further. Her massive belly hung between her legs nearly reached the floor. Her toes just barely reached the ground, but the large handfuls of calve fat easily did and overflowed across the floor in the two foot-shaped craters she left behind.

She just sat there for a moment, catching her breath. She felt the couch material become drenched underneath her in sweat. After a few minutes, she looked over towards the end table where the tv remote sat. She reached out a pudgy arm in an attempt to grab it, but it was just too far away.

"Ugh, I'd kill for a Gravity Gun" she thought to herself. "Or a Portal Gun."

She smiled to herself. "Wow, Valve only made two physics guns. Just one more thing they didn't bother making three of."

Once again, she attempted to lean over to one side. She gathered her strength and quickly leaned over in a burst of energy. A quick *PHBTTTTTTT* escaped from her as she clenched her muscles. The remote was still out of reach. She leaned over even further, and started to hear cracking noises below her. With her weight no longer evenly distributed across the couch, more and more of it was now being focused on just one side. As she leaned over a few more inches, both legs on that side of the couch collapsed, reduced to splinters under her titanic body.  The now tilted couch caused her to slide another foot or so down towards the table where she was easily able to grab the remote. 

"Poggers!" she said to herself. "Or should I say 'pawg-gers'?" as she gave her couch-destroying ass a hearty slap, sending jiggles and ripples of fat around its surface.

With the remote now in her possession, she opened up the battery cover. Inside, as she expected, were two batteries. She plucked the batteries out of the remote and discarded the plastic casing to the ground. Then, she reached under her heavy right boob where she kept her chair remote and removed it. Inspecting it, she removed its battery cover and sighed in dismay at what she saw. The chair remote used different sized batteries than her tv remote! Frustrated, she threw the batteries to the ground. 

"Sorry Mario, but your batteries are in another castle," she said to herself in a mocking tone. 

She craned her neck towards the kitchen. It seemed like it was 100 miles away now. With the couch practically at floor level, and her ass already starting to spill out of it, it was somewhat easy for her to wiggle and shimmy out of the couch and onto the ground. She laid down her knees and belly for a moment, trying to catch her breath. With her ass in the air, she felt her butt cheeks spread apart from the gravity allowing another loud fart to release from her bowels. Her face was turning as red as her hair from the physical exertion. She could feel a thin film of sweat developing underneath her belly as she shifted around. 

Remembering how many pushups she used to do each day, she put her arms at her side and started to push herself up. Her arm muscles tensed as she tried to lift her enormous body, but they couldn't move her in the slightest. After a few pathetic seconds, she gave up and collapsed back to the floor. Her arms felt like spaghetti.  

With another dose of effort, she slowly got up by swinging her fat legs underneath herself. Slowly, she rose up to her feat, being careful not to slip on her own pool of sweat she created. Then she made her way towards the kitchen. As she approached the doorway, she noticed it looked a lot smaller than she remembered. 

"Did someone, like, shrink my kitchen?" she thought to herself. She attempted to crawl through the narrow space. Her head and fat arms were easily able to clear the gap. She felt her belly and love handles rub against the sides of the doorframe, but they were so soft and squishy that she was able to squeeze them through. On the other hand, once she tried to fit her massive hips, thighs, and ass in, she came to a hard stop. She grunted as she tried to force her way through, but she just couldn't budge. She could sense what felt like gallons of sweat pouring off of her and onto the walls and floor of the doorway. Out of energy, she finally collapsed, leaned forward and braced herself to hit the floor. She closed her eyes and held her breath.

After a moment, she opened one eye and saw that she was still upright. Leaning forward had only wedged her even further into the doorway. She was crammed between the two walls so tightly, that they were holding her up. She relaxed her legs, letting her obese body slowly sag down a few inches. They pushed outwards with unimaginable force against the walls, holding her in place. They started to creak and bow outwards from the pressure. Relaxing her muscles a little too much, she let out another loud and long fart.

Clara was exhausted, frustrated, and now just pissed off. This was supposed to just be a quick 5 second trip across the living room. Now it was turning into a half-hour long miserable journey. She was stressed and just wanted a break. All of this physical exertion was making her most basic desires come to fruition. In other words, so much unexpected exercise was starting to make her horny.  Luckily, she had just the thing.

She reached up underneath her left boob and pulled out the remote for her vibrator. She placed a fat thumb of one of the buttons and turned it on. Instantly, she felt more relaxed. She let out a loud moan, followed by an even louder fart. She savored the moment and bit her lip. Contrasted with how miserable the situation was, this newfound pleasure was multiplied by a great magnitude. Her eyes rolled back as she started to moan even louder and sweat even harder. She felt her fat slowly shift forward between the walls as her now lubricated skin allowed her to squeeze in even further. The apex of her fat ass was nearly past the doorway's threshold. Cracks started to appear in the walls where her fat body pushed against it. 

She cranked up the intensity as her moaning turned into a soft scream. She was so wet and so sweaty. She was dripping now... so much so that she was afraid her vibrator might just slip out of her. Though of course, there was a few hundred pounds of compressed thigh fat that made that impossible. The difficulty of removing the vibrator was part of the reason she hadn't bothered pulling it out in the last four years. 

Beads of sweat and vaginal lubricant flowed out from between her legs and onto the vibrator's cable, before collecting where the cable drooped the lowest and finally dropping to the floor. 

With a final shriek of ecstasy, Clara orgasamed and took in an deep breath. She arched her back and all of her muscles tensed. Doing so, the two walls finally gave in. Large chunks of wood and drywall fell to the ground, unable to take such tremendous force. Clara fell to the floor, landing on her hands and knees among the rubble. She stared at the floor panting, droplets of sweat flowing down her nose and onto the ground. Her belly pooled into its own puddle underneath her. 

She laid  down, trying to relax. She found that her belly made a comfy bed to lay on. She wanted to just lay on it for a few minutes until she got her energy back, but she found that while laying on her back, her gigantic ass and back fat compressed her lungs too tightly for her to breathe. With more grunting, farting, and angry muttering, she managed to roll over onto her back.

After catching her breath, she stood up once more. Slowly she waddled into the tiny kitchen area. It was just big enough for her wide hips to pass through, but with each heavy step she took, she'd sway to one direction, causing her hip and ass fat to rub against the drawers and cabinets as she walked. She approached the drawer where she kept her batteries and struggled to turn in place to face it. Doing so caused heavy chunks of her ass to overflow onto the countertop behind her. She grabbed a pair of the correct size and inserted them into the remote, then to be safe, she grabbed as many of them as she could and stored them under her right boob along with the remote so she wouldn't have to go through this again in a few years.

Then, she made her way back to the kitchen entrance, being careful not to trip of the piles of rubble and puddles of sweat she had created. This was the longest amount of time she had spent standing up so far. Her speed had drastically slowed as she passed the now accessible kitchen doorway. She was panting and sweating even harder than ever. She lifted up a flabby arm to wipe the sweat from her face. Suddenly, her eyes widened.

"Hold on, I've got a 500 IQ idea."

Immediately she sat back down on the floor, not hard enough to cause structural damage to the floor again, but still hard enough to send a fit of jiggles throughout her fat, sweaty ass.

"Why come to the chair, when I can make the chair come to me?!?"

She reached under her boob and pulled out the remote, it was drenched in sweat. It was so slippery she almost dropped it, but gaming had left her fingers dexterous enough to keep a grip on it. Clara started to drive the chair over to where she was sitting. Without her weight, it moved much quicker and only took a half a minute to arrive. Clara thought back to how she could easily outrun all of the girls in her gym class and handball team, but couldn't be bothered to even walk across the room now. She quickly pushed the thought away.

Once it was in reach, Clara started to stand up. Once on her feet, there was a loud electric *pop* and she felt something shock her left boob. After years of being stored under her fat, sweaty boob, one of the buttons finally eroded away enough for liquid to creep into the remote and short out the electronics.

Clara yelped in pain, quickly emitting a moan instead as the vibrator turned on. She farted loudly in surprise. She fished underneath her boob and grabbed the soaked vibrator remote. The switch was already in the off position. She tried pushing all of the buttons but nothing happened except for the intensity going up a step. Her moaning increased in pitch. She attempted to spread her legs as she stood so she could pull the vibrator out, but her thighs were just too fat. Thick streams of sweat poured down her legs as she tried futilely to pull it out.

She was already standing up and out of breath. She would worry about this after she was back in her chair. She grabbed her belly and heaved it up on top of the platform. She had to resist the distracting pleasure of her vibrator and start climbing up. When her belly crashed against the platform, it sent a ripple of jiggles throughout it. She felt another shock as something else short-circuited in the vibrator. The intensity went up another step. Clara cried out and nearly orgasamed, but she resisted the urge to give in. A loud series of wet farts emitted from her ass as she moaned even harder. 

Next, she managed to get one of her tree trunk legs up and onto one of the chair's wheels. This new angle allowed her vibrator to shift slightly. She screamed in pleasure as she came even closer to cumming. Drenched in sweat, she managed to get her other leg on another one of the wheels started pulling herself up.

Her arms that used to send balls flying across the court like rockets now gripped the top of the chair's platform. She tried to pull herself up, but her arms were much to weak and her body was much too heavy. Instead, she placed her feet on various parts of the now useless hydraulic system and slowly inched up the side of the chair.

She emitted a loud noise that sounded like a mixture of a moan and a grunt as she was finally on top of the chair's platform. Now on her hands and knees, sweat poured more vigorously from her belly rolls and from underneath her boobs. There was a third *POP* as the vibrator reached its maximum intensity setting.

It was too much, Clara shrieked in pleasure as she came. She lost control of her muscles and slid forward off the chair. Her head, boobs, and belly came to a stop on the floor, her arms sprawled out in front of her. Her fat feet were still on the chair's platform, but her calve fat sagged downward, allowing her feet to see the light of day for the first time in years. Her legs rested against the side of the chair. Gravity pulled heavily on her bench-filling ass cheeks, causing them to sag downward around her own head and onto the floor around her.

Clara couldn't help but just lay there, continuing to orgasm on the floor in a puddle of her own sweat and cum. 

"Mission failed, we'll get'em next time." she muttered to herself after a few minutes between heavily, labored breaths.