July Prompt: Enni’s Immobile Achievements

Tags: Heavy slob, XWG, Sex, OC

For our final prompt. . .we open a new potential series. I was almost dumbstruck to be reminded that Enni had not yet achieved immobility. I forgot that she was semi-mobile in my ending. So, when the prompt came in, I thought I would open this. I don't have any fixed plans for this series, open to suggestions during prompts! 

To understand the story more, check out the original: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ennis-in-slobby-81723965

--- Eating to Immobility ---

“BBBLOOAAARRRUUP. . .ooouuhh. . .Roooosse. . .I’m schoo. . .fuuull. . .HURRRAAALLAAAAP.” Enni belched, flapping her meaty arms as she watched a barrel of chili hover closer to her. Even the bed underneath her seemed worried. The frame, as reinforced as a single bariatric bed could be, cracked and screamed as jiggling weight played upon it. Enni licked her lips, one of the few movements available to her. Her fat had grown exponentially since her request following the mud bath. Enni had come to the Slobby Universe a skinny and underdeveloped girl. She had, by quirk of a wish, slipped out of her world and came to reside in a new one. It was a dimension of trash, gluttony, and sloth. The women here lived worse than pigs, creatures of filth and corruption. Enni had been slow to adjust, but the momentum had built until she was undeniable in her girth and stink. Yet, that had not even been enough. With a whisper to her long time friend turned girlfriend, Rose, she had asked to go further still. Enni had wanted to become immobile, one of the behemoth women that even the other slobs bowed to in this dimension. As was fitting for the request, Enni had been doused in food, oil, and trash in order to bloom further. However, she had not realized what the commitment would entail. 

“Oh. . .BBOORRUUP. . .hush!” Rose spoke from behind the keg of chili. The heated meat-goop sloshed as the obese woman hauled it over. Filled with meats and beans, the dish was further seasoned by sweat from Rose’s blonde ponytail. There was no meal that the 500 pound woman cooked that did not have some of herself in it. She had put her heart, soul, and literal sweat into making Enni the fattest one of their friend group. “Stop. . .OOORRRUUUP. . .pretending that. . .whew. . .you’re not. . .starving!” Rose hefted the large kettle onto one of the railings of Enni’s bed. There was just enough room that the chili could rest comfortably. The heat coming off of the stainless steel tub was matched by Enni’s own blubber. She was constantly sweating, putting off even more sweat than other women in the slobby society. Entire lakes of sweat formed under her bed, soaked up by the piles of loose trash. 

“I schweeeaaar. . .BBBLOOORRRUUP. . .I’m not!” Enni huffed. Her thickened fingers reached in vain towards her sagging gut folds. They could not pass by the mountains that were her breasts. The young asian woman lay naked in the bed, clothed only by the layers of grime and dirt upon her. She wore stains like a woman might wear a hospital gown, enough for some covering but unable to cover her most sensitive areas. It was the fat underneath that did the real covering. Enni’s massive stomach flopped forward as a moving mountain; the peak of which ran with sweat and oil in slow and turgid streams. Her belly button, deep as it was, formed the caldera hole from which the rancid smelling waters ran. Enni’s gut moved but slowly only shaking quickly in moments of hunger or deepest flatulence. FLLLLLRRRRRTTTT! An eruption of gas came from behind the gigantic woman, soaking the room in its oily texture and horrific stench. “My. . .bbbooorruup. . .tummy hurts.” Enni whined, trying to massage away the pain of stuffing. 

“It sounds like you just freed up some space.” Rose smiled, reaching down to put her own plump hands upon Enni’s vast gut. Troubled gassed gurgled and shook the fat which Rose touched. “I don’t think Maki. . .BBBOOORRUUP. . .takes many breaks.” The hefty blonde woman tried a different line of argument. In a world far removed from this one, one which Enni had almost forgotten, the two had been tennis players. While Enni had forgotten what the feeling of running and hitting a ball felt like, she had not forgotten competitiveness. In many ways, competition was what the slobs lived for now. Rose arched her eyebrows as she watched Enni consider the statement. Her thick face, built with saging piles of jowl and cheek fat, worked through many emotions on it’s way to a final conclusion. 

“BBBOORU-LAAARRRRPPP!” Enni belched, working to stretch her bulk upon the bed. Though slightly mobile, the attempt was laughably pathetic. The round mass of stinking blubber moved up several inches then slipped back down, leaving a trail of grease gifted by her back rolls. BRRRRRMMMMMMTTTTPPTTTH! “Fine. . .BBOOORRUUP. . .gimmie. . .more.” Enni huffed. Though no longer pocket sized, she was ever a princess.

“Coming. . .uuugggh. . .up!” Rose started to lift the tanker of chili. FFFFRRRRPPPPT! Her remaining muscle contracted, pushing the fart out accidentally. It rumbled out, shaking through her bulging buttcheeks. Enni matched it seconds later, though her flatulence shook the room instead. Rose coughed through the stink, it was easy to become lightheaded in the midst of Enni’s storms of fetid gas. The large bowl of chili slipped in her hands and the contents spilled over. Meat sludge with semi-melted cheese and heaps of beans splashed out upon Enni, dousing her blubber with a new covering of food. The big woman shuddered, already growing excited for the stuffing to come. The pain from her previous banquet was already forgotten in a tidal wave of feverish excitement. Her eyes widened as the slop within the metal tanker reached the very tip. Her mouth opened wide and she closed her eyes, awaiting the beautiful feeling of food pouring into her gullet. 

The chili fell as a messy heap, pouring in spurts at first as Rose struggled with the weight of the container. Much of it went into Enni’s mouth and she ate in lax gulps. Whatever was not swallowed or aimed correctly splattered onto her bed and body. Enni was covered in the dark colored mess, hunks of meat and beans dribbling through the rivers of sweat and food. The big woman murmured, happily filled. BRRRRRMMMTTPPPTTH! It was a race to empty her stomach of gas before more food could be added. Gas combined with evaporating sweat and food particles to form a hellish atmosphere within the room. It was swelteringly hot and a smell that was beyond description issued out of the room and into the rest of the house. Discarded napkins were made heavy through passive absorption of the reeking mist. Though Rose contributed, Enni was the source of the environmental havoc. More and more food rained down on her, splattering with wet and heavy bursts, feeding her belly and ego. 

“Oooonhhmmpggh. . .BBBOOORRRUUP. . .mooore pleeasscch!” Enni was washed away in the tidal wave of feelings that came with indulgence. Her face reddened as she felt the perverse joy of being fed like a bound hog. FRRRLLLLRRRRPPTTT! Her asscheeks thanked Rose in a way that only they could. The droplets of food and sweat upon both women shook as the constant flatulence blew out of Enni. the big woman would moan and gasp, taking precious seconds after every burst to appreciate what she had done. Rose, however, did not stop her pouring. Food was sloshed and scattered across Enni, whatever was not eaten was secreted away into her many rolls and crevices. The nearly immobile woman in the bed worked to push the food up to her mouth, wanting to suck it all down. The Chili came as a wave, rolling across her broad expanse with only more pouring down into it. The meat infused wave crashed upon her chins, splashing her face. Enni feasted, sucking as much food as she could down before it was drained away into her rolls or onto the bed. FRRRRPPPT-BRRRRTTTHPPPTT! She farted again, freeing her stomach of yet more gas. 

The feeding would continue until Enni was a confused mess of food and sweat. The gigantic pot of food was drained of all its contents. Rose, exhausted, slumped over Enni. The two masses of fat and grime kissed each other, tasting the sharp tang of body odor as much as they did each other’s lips. Squelches and wet pops came from their folds as previously hidden juices were plunged out into the heat of the bedroom. Enni’s gut, below the layers of drying food, was red and taut. A new mountain had risen within the folds, summoned by the intense stuffing. Enni could hardly breathe between bouts of intense kissing. As always, relief came from below. BRRRRFFFFTTTTTT! She flooded the room with gas in a desparate bid to relieve the tension in her stomach. Rose only kissed her harder, unwilling to let the mass of fat go. Enni was pushing beyond her limits and Rose would be there every step of the way to encourage it. 

--- One Last Hurrah ---

“Rooossscchee. . .haaaah. . .heeelp.” Enni whined as she wobbled back and forth. Even with her gut touching the ground, there was little assistance for the immobile woman. Enni could not walk nor waddle as all her strength went into keeping herself balanced. It was more than being afraid of trying to move, it was the understanding that she could not. Enni had become all but entirely immobile. Truly, she was only able to keep herself standing under her own power. Even that achievement was dwindling. Her arms were held outward, making flabby circles as she tried to balance. BRRRRRRR-FFFRRTTTT! She farted, using the expulsion of gas to keep from toppling over backwards. Enni stood near her bed. It was as much of a fight to keep her hand from gripping the bent railing on her bed as it was to stay standing. Enni wanted to keep her 1300 pounds up, a last hurrah for her mobility. After today, she would experience the world laying down. However, there would be a final show for Rose. 

“Working. . .BBLUUURRUUP. . .on it.” Rose gasped, already regretting the idea. She was squatting on the ground, hands squishing a plastic board under her girlfriend. It had been a fantastically frustrating setup, but the payoff was going to be well worth it. Rose was on her hands and knees before the great slab of belly. When she looked up, she saw only more of the avalanche of fat. Enni had a gut that seemed to go on without end. Her breasts hung like full watermelons, somehow retaining much of their shape. Her butt were twin saggy beanbags, needing to be used as pillows. The blonde took the moment to kiss the lowest rung of the great gut. “This is. . .oouuuurruup. . .going to be. . .BBLUUURRUUP. . .so much fun!” Siphoning the grime of her lover into her mouth, Rose felt her strength return. The hard work of getting Enni out of bed, positioned, and her paunch supported was done. Now, Rose could get to the fun. She slowly stood, her hand following the plastic board back to the lift it was attached to. She flicked the switch, starting the machine. 

Enni instantly felt the hum of the struggling machine. The lift started to work, inching its way upwards and bringing Enni’s layers of fat with it. Slowly, as the gigantic belly curtain was lifted, treetrunk legs were revealed below. Enni gasped, the constant hum and rumble of the machine radiating further and further up her body. She nearly collapsed, gasping for air as heightened pleasure came rushing to her. Her stained, messy fat curved over the board holding it. Much of Enni’s gut hung in empty air. The two ends of the forming rolls hit each other like bell clackers. The strikes sent sprays of sweat onto the floor, further dousing the accumulated trash. “HooooOOORRRUUP. . .Rooooose. . .thisssch. . .aaaah.” Enni teetered back and forth, supported by the machine that was causing so much sexual distress. Enni was as much a glutton for sex as she was for food. The wonderful machine continued to vibrate even after it reached its resting place, struggling to hold the obese woman’s fat. Enni mewled as wind from the outside world rushed between her legs for the first time in months. The fun had not finished yet, as she felt Rose returning to her thighs. 

“Alright. . .BBBOOORRUUP. . .last time. . .standing!” She wheezed as she crawled under the hanging fat. Enni’s sex gleamed, already excited. A second, louder hum joined the first as Rose turned the dildo on. The little machine vibrated in her hand, the head already pointed towards Enn’s pussy. The big woman gasped as it entered her. It was a shallow, playful thrust, just enough to inform her of what was to come. Rose guided the sex wand in and out, toying with Enni. “Enjoy. . .it!” Rose huffed, her arms shaking. Sacks of bicep blubber knocked against her head and ears, wiping various foul smelling fluids onto her. Rose channeled all her strength into her arm, letting the rest of her sink into motionless pudding. FFFFRRRRTTTT! She allowed the fart to slip out, eager to match Enni’s slob with her own. However, she knew that she could never fully match up with Enni. 

BRRRFFTTT-TTTFFFRRT-MMMRRRRT! Enni’s legs were weakening, more gas escaping that usual. Her legs weakened, starting to bed as waves of climax started to build. Her stomach ran with sweat, forming large puddles underneath the lifter. The dark, humid room spun as she was carried by the sensation of being penetrated. Her fupa danced, jiggled by the intense vibrations of the dildo. Enni sunk more and more into her own blubber. Though standing, she was as trapped as she was in bed. She had been unable to get herself out. Now standing after intense work on both her and Rose’s part, Enni was even less capable of movement. Everything went into keeping her body standing. She wanted to savor this last moment of standing. Immobility would be a treat, a paradise of eating and flatulence, but there were things to enjoy about mobility. The memories of standing would become as distant as her memories of being a clean and skinny woman. Slowly, those memories would be washed away by the constant pleasure of sex, eating, and rolling in her own mess. The thought made her climax.

“Ooooh. . .BBOOORRUUP. . .Roooose!” Enni wheezed, finally reaching the apex of sexual stimulation. BRRRRRMMMMPPPT! A torrent of horrid air flooded around Rose, lifting her messy hair with its strength. It was as if the fart was the last remaining piece of strength that Enni had. The big woman toppled backwards, her legs finally giving out. Rose was hit with the surging gut fold as it was pulled away from the board holding it up. The floor boards creaked and groaned as Enni took pitiful steps backwards, her legs falling out from under her as she did so. The sensation of climaxing whilst falling through the air was nothing short of heavenly. Danger and sexuality mixed in a way that was as exhilarating as it was confusing. She landed with a terrific thud, shooting trash across the room with the force of her landing. BBBBLOOORRRRRT! Enni farted in purest surprise, unsure of what she had just experienced. She sat blinking, feeling her flab moving below her. She tried to move, vainly testing muscles that would no longer work as intended. 

“Well. . .how. . .BBOOORRUPP. . .was that?” Rose asked, climbing onto Enni’s vast body. “Think you’re ready to be immobile now?” 

“Uhh. . .well. . .HOOORUUP. . .I did kind of like. . .standing for. . .sex.” Enni wheezed. Both women soon fell to tears laughing.