Belle's Summer of Work 3

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/belles-summer-of-99196266

Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/belles-summer-of-124490763

--- Sharing in the Dark ---

Belle lay in her bed, enjoying the warm and sweltering darkness that she was blanketed in. A long night of gaming, eating, and kissing had caught up with her. The circles which now dominated her eyes had grown even darker as the night had progressed. She and Shirlene had pushed themselves well past the point of exhaustion, trying to speedrun several platformer games. Though, it was doubtful how helpful Shirlene had been. While she had cheered and clapped for Belle at the appropriate times, she had also done her fair share of distracting. Each successful jump of the cute character on screen had inspired her to kiss Belle. The warmth between the pair had opened into full romance, though it was highly imbalanced. Shirlene had no trouble showing her affection whilst Belle was still shy. Even away from prying eyes in the basement and wrapped in blankets Belle was almost embarrassed about receiving sexual attention. Belle had adapted to a life of slob more easily than light kisses and hugs.

FFFFFRRRRRMMMMPT! Belle allowed her backside to speak for her. The sheet overtop of her and Shirlene rose, billowing with the heated gas. Belle giggled a little, sleepily enjoying her body’s jiggles and stink. If there was a way to get slobbier, Belle did not yet know of it. She had not bathed in weeks, letting her hair grow damp and weighted with sweat and grease. Her body was likewise soiled, covered in the stains of food. There were stains that could no longer be seen, sucked into the vast channels of flabby crevices which had formed. Belle’s fat worked to incubate her stink and sweat, providing a vast and ever growing landscape in which to ferment new odors. The fermentation was not only surface level though, her gut having been turned into a cauldron of gas. BRRRRRRRMMMPT!  Another fart meant a chorus of giggles and slaps. Belle’s laughter competed with the noise of her farts and slapping of her asscheeks. However, there was also another contestant.

FFFFRRRRPT! Shirlene added her own unique taint to the aroma of the basement. “You are SSSSSOOOO gross now.” She wrapped her chubby arms around the wealth of gut fat that slumped onto the mattress. Belle’s stomach had grown so large and round that it almost fell off the bed entirely. Shirlene’s hands were lost around her girlfriend’s belly button, sinking into the sweltering morass. “All you do is fart and eat.” She teased, jiggling Belle’s gut. The comment might have been insulting, had not Shirlene been one of the principle encouragers of Belle’s worst excesses. Between her mother and girlfriend, there was rarely a second that Belle was not being pampered or indulged. She had grown preposterously fat, now reaching towards 600 lbs. “I don’t know. . .BBBBOOORRRRUUP. . .how it got this bad?” She tightened her hold on Belle, putting on a voice of mock concern. Belle now made her 450 lbs of putrid fat look skinny.

“You. . .HOOOORRRRRUUP. . .and Mom. . . BBBLLUUURRUUP. . .did it.” Belle said, responding with her own bit of foreplay. Her slide into abject grubbiness had been her own decision. However, most importantly, it had also been her decision to pursue it lazily. Once she had been commanded by her mother’s vision. Now, however, she had discovered what relaxation felt like and wanted to fill her life with it. Belle was a pig to be rolled through the mud, fed by hand, and then petted. It was a life of her own choosing. PLLLLRRRRFFFT! She farted, loving how it made her naked butt dance against Shirlene’s sagging, double rolled gut. The interplay of the two women’s smells, fat, and bodily fluids was a thing of grotesque beauty. “You two. . .haaaaah. . .ruined me.” Belle sighed, deflating further into a rotund mass of fat. Sweat trickled down her body as the constant expulsion of gas raised the temperature of the room. 

“Nuh-uh!” Shirlene was quick to verbally joust with Belle. “I ruined myself, not you. . .OOORRRUP. . .Honey!” She kissed Belle, sinking her plump lips into a roll of fat that had devoured the neckline that had been there previously. Meanwhile, her fingers discovered the wrapper of a candy bar that had been plastered to Belle’s stomach. She pulled the sticky, still sweet wrapper off and tossed it onto the ground. It landed with a host of other wrappers. 

The comment from Shirlene got Belle thinking. Consumed with her own changing opinions on things, she had never considered her friend’s history. “How did you do that?” Belle asked, one of her chubby hands seeking out Shirlene’s fingers. A thrill was starting to build in her heart. Inspiration begets inspiration, and Belle was always eager for more. Desiring coziness for the forthcoming story, she leaned back into Shirlene’s body. The bed shifted and the sag in the middle of the mattress grew even deeper. The wooden slats on the bottom of the bed had long warped to the point of uselessness or had outright broken. The mattress proper was a mess of accumulated sweat, grease, and food stains. The mattress mirrored Belle and Shirlene, having once been pristine and perfect but having succumbed to grime and slob. “How did it happen?” Belle asked finally, her voice still small and clear despite the ruination of her body. 

“Uhm. . .well. . .” Shirlene was slow to start. The usual exuberance of her tone drained away as she thought back to years ago. Thinking, the blonde fished around in her breasts and drew her phone out. She tossed it over Belle, though it landed with a wet slap atop her belly. The phone slid down in a trail offal that had been lingering upon Belle for several weeks. The phone slid down Belle and Shirlene’s hand traveled after it. She tapped on it, opening the lock screen and deftly navigating to the pictures section. The first one photo was a picture of Belle from the back as she wolfed down several burritos at the same time, her buttcrack on full display. Belle smiled at the memory before Shirlene scrolled away. Time worked backwards as she scrolled through the listed photos. The one part of Shirlene that could still move quickly was her fingers, having well adapted to swiping and texting from a young age. Belle watched as photos and videos flew by. She could see none of them individually, but she knew they were all of Shirlene. Finally, the blonde stopped on one in particular. Three years ago, when Shirlene had been much different. 

“So, I used to be a model.” Shirlene tapped the screen showing off the woman that had once been. Shirlene had been 19 in the photo, having come into her own as a woman. Her curves were sensual but refined, the kind of artistry that even a master artist would struggle to put onto a page. She was standing with a group of other girls, though she was clearly the most attractive. “Ooooh, I forgot how cute I was! Just a skinny baby, no hint of stink!” FFRRRRRRMMMMPPTTT! Shirlene couldn’t help seasoning the comparison with a little blast of rancid air. The covers blew off, exposing the two obese women. Shirlene hugged Belle, leaving the fatter woman to operate the phone. Belle swiped, allowing Shirlene to fill in the details as she went. The first few were all Shirlene either preparing for a shoot, taking place in one, or leaving an event. “Momma was my agent and she got me all the best jobs! I was on track to be a star, maybe even an actress or something.” Shirlene explained, her hand fondling the lip of Belle’s lowest belly fold. Belle continued to flip, slowly revealing what unlimited success had brought Shirlene. 

The next set of photos were all party centric. They were wild orgies and bacchanalias, the kinds of glamor parties that only elites could attend. “Things, like, REAAALLY started to pick up for me when I was 20.” Shirlene explained as one of the photos showed her downing an entire bottle of vodka. Lights swam around her slim, unearthly beautiful face. Other people, half dressed men and women, crowded around Shirlene. Belle, having always been too busy studying to attend parties, stared at the photos with extreme interest and terror. Even now, as free as she was, Belle couldn’t imagine being somewhere with that level of carnality. Bodies pressing, sex, drugs, and all manner of other taboos beings broken. The big girl rolled back into Shirlene, seeking comfort. Likewise, Shirlene grasped Belle’s fat a little harder. Pain was starting to come back for the blonde. “I was. . .uhm. . .pretty out of control. And not the good kind like now.” BBBRRRRRMMMFFFRT! To ease the tension in herself, Shirlene farted again. She rested her chubby face on Belle’s puffy shoulder, using the other woman as a security blanket. Her manicured hands stroked and toyed with Belle’s gut like she was folding a tablecloth. “Things got preeeetty bad after that.”

Belle swiped and revealed a woman coming to the end of her rope. Shirlene grew even skinnier as the photos passed by, even some of her curves diminishing. The blonde sighed and hugged Belle as tightly as she could. Shirlene hid her face in Belle’s lank silver hair, nestling into the unwashed tangle. “I just wanted to be skinny and perfect. Jobs only went to the best, you know.” In these pictures, Shirlene was wasting away, her beauty becoming wraithlike. “Stress from trying to be skinny, stress from wanting to be the best, it just piled up. The only release was partying. . .dangerously.” Belle skipped the next couple photos, unwilling to see exactly how Shirlene at her lowest was partying. She instead landed on a picture of Shirlene in a hospital bed. “Only ends up in one place. Rock, effing, bottom.” Shirlene’s voice was strained, but confident. It was the first time she had looked back down memory lane. She found herself more confident than she imagined. She was helped knowing that things were going to improve from here.

“I got out, eventually, and ended up back home with Momma.” Shirlene smiled as a portrait with her and her mother appeared. Shirlene’s mother was the spitting image of her daughter, nearly as skinny even though she was middle aged. Belle couldn’t help but notice that Shirlene looked a little chubby in the photo. “She’s taken really good care of me since then. Never made me go back. Just. . .uuuuh. . .let me be. . .find myself.” The photos flicked by, each showing Shirlene gaining weight. “I didn’t wanna model anymore. Didn’t want to strain myself at all.” Belle noticed that Shirlene wore the same pair of pink sweatpants in each photo. However, the pants got more dirty and stained, matching with Shirlene. “At first I didn’t even realize I was letting myself go. . .but I sorta realized it eventually.” She giggled as an infamous photo appeared. She was at the dinner table, donuts in each hand and an eclair sticking out of her mouth. Cream was smeared on her hands and chest. Her gut and breasts were exposed, having ripped through the tanktop she had been wearing. “Momma’s little model to Momma’s big hog.” Shirlene giggled. Excitement started to fill her voice and her hands began to creep between Belle’s thighs. 

“I. . .BRRRRROOOOOUUUUP. . .wanted to bury myself.” Shirlene’s voice picked up speed as did Belle’s trip down memory lane. Shirlene disintegrated and expanded with each photo. Her body grew outward, gentle curves exploding into obscene pictures of femininity. Her breasts flopped down onto her gut, rolling around on what was becoming a fermentation tank for belches and flatulence. Her face shined with grease and sweat whilst her expensive, designer clothes dimmed with accumulating mess. Her hair was the only thing that remained untouched, golden locks prevailing even though she obviously wasn’t bathing. Shirlene would be covered in food in one photo, trying to reach for more, and then bathed only in sweat the next. “Tuuuuurns out. . .I kinda like being messy.” FFFFRRRRRPPPTTTH! Shirlene had a hard time controlling herself now, snaking her hand even further between Belle’s legs. Both women sighed as Shirlene’s hands penetrated Belle. 

“I just got bigger and. . .huuuurrrruuup. . .stinkier.” Shirlene’s voice was a sultry whisper as she stroked Belle’s pussy. Belle was too enraptured by the photos and too fat to roll away from the advanced sexual encounter. Nervous at first, she quickly relaxed as seconds passed. She was enjoying the rich fruits of Shirlene’s life now, as well as her enormous sexual prowess. Shirlene’s gigantic breasts rubbed against Belle’s padded back fat whilst her hands toyed with her fupa. “I tried to go out once or twice, but no one would talk to me.” Belle paused on a selfie that Shirlene had taken in a club. She was wearing sweats and a stained hoodie. People all around her made faces of disgust, clearly put off by some smell that Shirlene was exuding from her pores or letting leak out of her rear. “It was the last time I ever tried.”  FRRRRRRPPPPTTTH! “At the time, I would have rather eaten ice cream with mom.” Shirlene’s hand probed Belle’s pussy, easily finding the sweet spot. “Now I just wanna fuck and be gross with you.” Shirlene whispered, tongue flicking out to lick at one of Belle’s sagging chins. 

Belle moaned, hardly able to process what she was hearing. Her body was alive and aflame with pleasure she had never felt before. A meager kiss with Shirlene sent her into fits. Now, however, those little pecks were revealed for the trivialities that they were. Belle’s eye latched onto the phone in front of her. It was the only thing that tethered her to this reality. Her thighs gushed and grew wet as she stared at a picture of Shirlene watching anime. “Eventually, you run out of things to watch when you are inside all day. So I had to get creative.” Belle could tell that Shirlene was smiling through her words, enjoying the gifts that she was bestowing on her girlfriend. “I still need to show you hentai.” Shirlene’s hand quickened, bringing Belle back to the point of climax. “You are going to LOOOOVE it. It’s all cuteness and sex.” Shirlene laughed openly as she watched Belle fumble to go to the next picture. It was no less sexy. It was a photo Shirlene had taken herself, with her hand snaking down under her gut for some fun. “I still can’t believe what I was allowed to do in the house. My mom is like yours, though. . .anything for her sloppy hog. As long as you get fatter, grosser, and happier she doesn’t mind.” 

Belle gasped, sucking air in. she felt like a whale that had beached itself. The furious pleasure of the masturbatory activity washed over her again and again. Her chubby hands flopped and tried to find support. One grabbed the sheet on the bed whilst the other slapped Shirlene’s thigh pathetically. “I used to only think about making myself bigger,” Shirlene said, cooing into Belle’s ear. “Now I have you though.” Her hands reached a fever pitch, not giving Belle a single second of rest. She stroked, running her soft hand in the most sensitive parts of Belle’s pussy. “Together we are going to be the biggest, grossest women ever.” BRRRRRRRRRRMMMPPTT-FRRRT-UURRRT! As if in answer, Belle farted and climaxed at the same time.

The two women sank down into the bed, unable to move or do anything other than breathe heavily. Belle’s eyes were drawn to the phone. Even through it had darkened and it’s wealth of treasures had been lost for the moment, the images were burned into her memory. Eager to try and relive the journey, Belle’s hands strained to reach the ache between her legs. However, she found that she was too fat to adequately move past her gut. She strained, enjoying the struggle as much as she did the actual act of sexual release. Belle gave up, climaxing again from the realization of how useless she had become. She rocked back, allowing her bloated and sweaty body to lean up against Shirlene’s. The two heaved and panted, too out of shape even for sex. “What. . .OOOORRRUUP. . .a pair. . .we are.” Belle wheezed the words out. Her hand sought out Shirlene’s. “Thank you for sharing.”

--- Interview ---

Months later, Belle and Shrilene were lounging in bed. The gigantic pair of lovers now spread their mass across two mattresses. Their greasy masses seeped sweat and oil into the fabric beneath them, permeating everything with their unwashed bodies. The two king sized beds had long become discolored and sweat stained, forever corrupted beyond repair. Belle dominated the landscape, her bulk taking the lion’s share of the space. Shirlene, now rendered as an accompaniment to Belle’s size and slobbiness, cuddled up to her lover. The blonde switched between whispering little love notes and kissing Belle. Shirlene was in the middle of a kiss when Belle decided to respond. She turned her thick head, opened her mouth, and let a blech fly. “BBBBLOOORRRUUOOOP!” Belle belched unabashedly into Shirlene’s mouth as she was about to be kissed. The bed and surrounding floor rumbled as Belle expelled her gasses, making them fly directly into the other woman’s mouth. Shirlene tasted Belle’s burger breath and spluttered. “Got yah!” Belle laughed. The pair of mattresses the behemoth women slept on rocked back and forth violently as Shirlene tried to shove Belle out of the bed.

“That’s so meeaaan!” Shirlene whined, hands sinking into Belle’s mass. Even though Shirlene was taller, she could not hope to move over 600 lbs of fat. Her real accomplishment was in sloshing Belle back and forth, turning the bloated woman into a puddle of moving quicksand. Lacking the ability to manhandle her formerly skinny lover, Shirlene tried to get her revenge in another way. “You are too gross now. . .like. . .I don’t even like it!” The words miht have had some impact, if Shirlene hadn’t accidentally let loose a gigantic fart right after. FRRRRRPPPPPTTTTT! The covers on the bed flapped in the rushing of fetid winds. Shirlene gasped as she felt her asscheeks slap together once more. BRRRRRMMMMPPPT! Another followed suit, with Shirlene succumbing quickly to impulses and desires. 

“I’m too gross?” Belle whispered, her voice thick with taunting smugness. “You’re just mad that I. . .” BRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPTTT! The bed shook in apocalyptic fashion as Belle poured rancid fumes out of her ass. The fart spread in all directions, warming both Shirlene’s and Belle’s bodies. “. . .got better at it than you.” FFFFLLLRRRRPPPTTT! Even Belle’s normal farts were cataclysmic in nature. Her farts, belches, and movements were seismic in nature, seeming to shake the world around her. Turned on by how much more dominant her laziest farts were, she began to paw and kiss at Shirlene. “Plusscch. . .you always. . .BBBLOORRUUP. . .wanted a slobby girlfriend.” Her hand, so thick with fat that they could hardly close properly, squeezed her blonde lover’s lowest gut fold. She kissed Shirlene sloppily, seeming to do little other than suck and lick sweat off of the other woman’s face and lips. Belle was a mass of corrupted fat and lust, fit only for further self-aggrandizement and pleasure seeking. “Mmmpphp. . .come ooooonn. . .HHOOORRRUUP. . .gimmie some. . .sugar.” Belle said between sloppy kisses, too fat to move her body to properly reach Shirlene. 

“Uuugggh, why do you have to be so cute, Fatty?” All was forgiven and Shirlene leaned into Belle’s rapacious kisses. The blonde, former model allowed her 500 pound bulk to be savaged by Belle. The shorter, fatter woman was relentless. She sniffed out erogenous areas in the same way that she found food hiding in her rolls. Despite being late to romance and sex, Belle had become remarkably good at it in short order. Days spent laying in bed or on the couch with Shirlene had given her lots of time to practice. Sex toys, rewards earned by trading points in to her mother, littered the bed. Shirlene was hardly surprised when she felt a vibrating wand penetrate her pussy. “Nooooo. .. Belle. . .I’m already too. . .HAAAA-horny.” Shirlene gasped as the vibrating pleasure device glided around her pussy. “Can’t take. . .moooore!” She tried to call Belle away, but fell under her spell quickly. The nearly immobile woman was a sorceress with a dildo.

“Quicker you. . .BOOORRRUUUP. . .cum. . .quicker I stop.” Belle said, probing just a little deeper. She worked her bulk over slowly, letting gravity take care of sliding it onto Shirlene. Bit by bit her mass melted onto her lover, blanketing her in stinking folds of buttery fat. Belle thrust and swiped the sex wand, each swipe making her a little more exhausted. For as good  lover as she was, Belle lacked the stamina. She was now meant to be loved, rather than dispense love herself. Yet, she worked for as long as she could. The basement was filled with belches, moans, and giggles as the pair played at bringing each other to climax. They were so enamored with each other that they did not hear Stephanie walking down the stairs. It was not until the light was flipped on that they even realized she had come. 

“Hello, my smelly houseguests.” Stephanie beamed, unperturbed by the filth and corruption she saw filling her basement. The piles of trash and pervasive odors were all symbols of how much Belle and Shirlene loved each other. They were two who were willing to constantly push each other. Shirlene had done much to fill and expand Stephanie’s role. She had been the final building block in creating the new Belle. “I have something special for you, Belle.” Stephanie said, walking through the refuse which covered the basement. She wore her traditional skirt and shirt combo, the picture of motherhood. In her hands was clasped a little envelope. She walked up to the girls, not caring that they were in the middle of copulation. Stephanie had gotten well and truly used to Belle’s overly relaxed attitude towards life. While at first she had been embarrassed by the constant barrage of farts and sounds of sexual gratification, she had learned to love them. Her desire to care for Belle and provide her the easiest life possible overpowered everything else.

“What. . .” BBBBRRRRRRRMMMPPPPPTTT! “. . .isch it?” Belle asked, turning away from Shirlene. Distracted by the interruption, Belle left the vibrating wand in Shirlene’s pussy. The other woman moaned, unable to reach past her gut to remove it. Shirlene moaned as pleasure continued to radiate through her. Meanwhile, Belle was trying to force her obese body around to face her mother. FFFRRRRRUUUPPPPPTT! “What. . .BBBBLOOORRUUUP. . .did you bring?” She heaved the words out, uncaring what gasses came with them. 

Stephanie, undaunted by her daughter’s stench, approached the bed. She leaned down through the cloud of stink, putting her hands to Belle’s body. She rubbed Belle’s sagging face, toying with the singular roll of fat that her neck had bloated into. Likewise, her other had tucked the envelope between Belle’s breasts and went to rubbing her plateau of sodden belly flesh. “Ooooh. . .I think you should open it.” She teased, continuing to rub and massage Belle’s body. Stephanie took pride in seeing her love written across Belle’s flab in the form of fat and sweat. She had given her daughter everything, reversing and curing the damage she had done early in life. The asian mother could truly say that her precious daughter was nothing like she had been. Her smile widened as she watched Belle struggle to grab and open the letter. Her arms slapped against her flabby breasts as she tried to get her heavy hands on the flimsy paper. Stepanie continued to massage her darling daughter, finding her struggling funny. From time to time, the older woman stole glances at Shirlene, who was moaning and trying to reach the vibrator. 

“Ooooohh!” Belle said, finally ripping open the envelope. Her sweat was already starting to disintegrate the paper, making the ink run. She read quickly, feeling a perverse excitement grow within her loins. “Itsschh. . .BBBLOOORRUUP. . .an interview!” Flashes of the old Belle were seen as she squealed. The blobbish asian woman leaned over and kissed Shirlene. After a moments fumbling, Belle had taken the wet vibrator and tossed it aside. Shirlene panted, now free from the prison of pleasure. “Loook, I have. . .an. . .interview.” Belle plastered the paper to Shirlene’s face out of lazy clumsiness. The paper had been ripped and smudged almost beyond recognition. 

“Are you. . .going to. . .go?” Shirlene asked, panting as she reconstituted herself. 

Belle thought for a moment, unsure. She truly had no desire to get a job or change her current lifestyle. However, there was something nagging at the back of her mind. “I. . . think so. Just to. . .BBBLOOORRRUUUP. . .see if they. . .” BBRRRRFFFFFTTTTT! “. . .like the new me.” 

“We had better get you ready for it.” Stephanie knelt down, kissing and hugging her daughter. Stephanie’s slim and angular face smooshed deeply into Belle’s spare tire neck roll. Her arms were sucked under waves of blubber as she hugged and coddled her daughter. Stephanie knew what this would bring. Belle was about to come face to face with visions of who she had been, and make the decision once and for all what she would prefer. Stephanie kissed her daughter a final time, not caring about the grease that was sticking to her. She then stood and extended a hand down to her nearly immobile daughter. “Time to show the real Belle off a bit!”

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Sandra sat waiting for the final interview candidate. She looked at her watch, confused as to why such a promising interviewee would be so late. From her CV, Belle was the most talented person that have ever interview with them. It was almost amazing that she had even selected to work with them. While respectable, the firm was hardly large. A person like Belle, comprised of both ambition and talent, could go so much further in a large company. Top marks in all her classes, many awards, and countless social clubs all proved that the young woman was at the top of her game. This all made the absence seem so strange. Sandra pushed her long, blonde hair out of her eyes and tapped her phone. No messages, no calls. Unaccustomed to being kept waiting, Sandra tapped her foot. She paced around the floor, checking in with the receptionist to see if she had received any communication. More minutes passed slowly. It was only the potential of having such a great client that kept her waiting. Belle was more than 20 minutes late, an unacceptable breach of etiquette in most interviews. However, just as Sandra was about to return to her office, Belle arrived. 

A black SUV pulled up to the building. In short order Sandra watched as several women got out of the car. The first to step out was middle aged and dressed in what Sandra could comfortably call “mom attire”. She slipped out of the driver seat and disappeared behind the other side of the door. Sandra frowned, trying to understand what she was seeing. One of the doors on the other side of the car opened. Someone of great weight exited. The car shook and nearly flipped to one side as the suspension adjusted. Free of its other occupants, the car sagged down on the side closest to the office. The original woman appeared again, this time bringing with her the sloppiest woman that Sandra had ever seen. She was tall and certainly upwards of 400 pounds, it was only Sandra’s inexperience with the morbidly obese that kept her from making a better estimation. The woman was younger and dressed in shabby sweats. They were crusted with food and other grime that Sandra was too afraid to guess at. Together, she and the first woman tugged at the remaining door. They worked together to free the final occupant. With a sinking feeling, Sandra realized that Belle had shown up for her interview. 

What stepped out of the car seemed too fat and greasy to be considered a woman. It seemed impossible that what was being hauled out of the car was Belle. The older woman and the blonde tugged at two arms that were thicker and flabbier than most people’s legs. A sweaty mist issued front the car, marking the atmosphere inside as unbearably humid and sweltering. Belle’s face was so round and heavy that her eyes were pushed into squints. Her face was a distended oval, with her neck and chin hidden under a spare tire of fat. The women tugged on the short, obese pig in an effort to free her. Belle offered no help. Sandra wondered if Belle was even capable of hauling her tonnage out of the car. Her silver hair had been pulled into a bun, with strands falling in lopsided, sweat slathered tendrils. Sandra could feel the car and ground shifting under the women as they worked. Belle smiled, clearly pleased with how immovable her bulk was. Though short, she filled the doorframe of the car. She was pulled free in small bursts, seeming to slide out of the car rather than pop. One fat cankle touched the ground, followed by another. Sandra gasped when she saw the full measure of Belle. 

Her gut folded past her thighs in an unbroken tidal wave of bloat. Sweat dripped from the curve of her stomach, already forming a puddle on the ground. Belle was dressed in a horribly stained white shirt and hentai print pajamas. Plastered along her calves and thighs were images of little catgirls doing unspeakably sexy things to one another. Sandra covered her mouth, refusing to believe what she saw. Freed from the car, Belle was led towards the door. Her smile grew wider as the two women with her struggled to hold her arms. Her mass slopped back and forth, bifurcated belly button swinging nakedly in the sunlight. Her distended breasts strained against the shirt she was wearing, pushing it so thin that the pink coloring of her folds could be seen. Pointed nipples attached to gigantic milk tankers bounced lethargically. Meanwhile, Belle’s couch crushing ass wiggled behind her. Sandra could see most of Belle’s hips, even with the other women helping her. There was little of Belle that could be left to the imagination. What little there was Sandra began to understand as Belle came closer and her smell began to permeate under the door. 

Body odor and fast food mingled together in the most unappealing way possible as Belle entered the building. She put a fat hand to the glass, with the door fogging up from her sweltering heat. Her hand and body left visible trails of corruption on the once pristine glass. Sandra knew that they would never be fully clean again. Likewise, she knew that her nose would never recover from the treatment it was receiving. Was caught between taking shallow, panic breaths and deeper ones from sheer anger. Either way, her lungs were filled with the toxic byproducts of Belle. BRRRRRRMMMMMFFFRRRTTTT! Belle announced her full entrance to the building with a gigantic fart. Sandra was sure that she could see it pouring from behind the grotesque young woman, making her titanic cheeks clap. She nearly fainted as the pure, wretched stink hit her. The women with Belle simply laughed, patting her stomach in approval. The party finally arrived before Sandra, presenting the vision of corruption to the business woman. “Schoorry. . .BLOOOOORRRUUUP. . .for being. . .UURRRUUP. . .late.” Belle wheezed. “I. . .wasscch. . .uuggh. . .” FRRRRRPPPPPPTTT! The fart drowned out her excuse, Sandra was unsure if she even wanted to hear it. “May. . .I. . .interview?” Belle finished, reaching a hand behind to scratch her large ass.

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“So, Belle, how have you spent your summer?” Sandra asked, unsure why she had even let the interview continue. She should have canceled upon Belle’s entrance. However, the shock of seeing her candidate had almost hypnotized her. She had never experienced anything like this. The woman that led Belle to the interview room was not Sandra, instead some new manifestation of a personality brought on by the trauma she was experiencing. Belle required four chairs to house her bulk and she seemed to fill the small room. Sandra stood, having given her chair to Belle. She asked questions, almost not even listening to Belle belch and fart her way through answers. It was surreal that a person could degrade themselves like this. Belle sat with part of her gut on the table, taking turns playing with it or reaching below it to tease her inner thighs. Sandra waited for the answer, dimly aware of what she had asked. 

“Oh. . .I was. . .BBBOOOOORRRUUP. . .completing mom’s program.” Belle’s voice was distant. FFFFFRRRRPPPPPTT! Gas rolled out of her butt, rushing even faster as her sweatpants were pulled down by her bulk. “She waned. . .OOOORRUUP. . .me to learn. . .BRRRUUUP. . .how to relax.” Belle finished with another gigantic fart, making it billow out around her. She slumped onto her fat, pressing long buried sweat. It leaked out and down her rolls, dripping onto the table or floor. Sandra realized, as the odor began to reach her, that she was able to tell a difference between Belle’s various smells. Belle looked up at Sandra, her chin fat oozing between her breasts. “Best. . .summer. . .yet.” She smiled indolently, like she was going to be rewarded for her comment. When she was not, she closed her eyes and grunted. UUUMMMMFFFFRRRRTT! Sandra watched as Belle’s naked asscheeks became a cauldron of jiggles and flying sweat. She took a step back, unable to process the sheer stink billowing upwards into the room. Every passing moment the room got hotter and smelled worse. 

“Very nice.” Sandra wiped sweat off of her own brow. “And, uhhm, tell me about a time you’ve dealt with. . .aaahh. . .adversity.” Sandra was quickly losing her grip on the interview, unable to even think of the questions she normally asked. 

“Easy!” Belle said, pushing her soaked bulk off the table. The chairs, their leather ruined from the smell and heat of Belle’s backend blowouts, screamed. Belle’s stomach dragged back across the table, a receding tide of fat that left a trail of wet grime. “Shirlene. . .my girlfriend. . .BBBLOOORRUUP. . .kept. . .farting in bed. . .it was soooo gross.” Belle stopped, letting her tongue hang out as lust built within her. Her face mimicked some of the catgirls on her sweatpants, their own faces twisted in sexual ecstasy. “So I. . .BBBOOLLORRUUP. . .had to teach. . .her.” BRRRRRRFFFTT-BRRRRT! Belle provided a reference to her story, filling the room once more with her unique qualifications. Her stomach rumbled, already starting to prepare more gas for her to coat the world in. “She. . .said she couldn’t. . .taste anything else. . .all day!” Belle smiled, proud of the destruction she had wrought on her girlfriend. The thought pleased her so much that she started to wiggled her fingers under her gut, seeking out her pussy. She was too fat to reach, but that did not prevent her from moaning loudly. 

Sandra tried to ask more questions, but the wretchedness was really getting to her. She could hardly think, transfixed by Belle. Gas and misty sweat circled around the pair, turning the room into a slobby sauna. Sandra felt her own sweat trickling down her neck. She could not help but unbutton the top of her blouse, freeing her breasts. She tried to get away from the stifling heat, but instead found it entering her. “Did. . .you. . .” The blonde woman swooned, unable to control her words or thoughts. “. . .uuhh. . .fuck.” Sandra trailed off, unsure of what her question was going to be. Belle took that as the next question.

“Oooooh, all the. . .time!” Her fingers tickled the underside of her gut. “I can’t reach. . .my pussy. . .so Shirlene has to. . .use toys!” Belle’s eyes gleamed, thinking of the collection she had built up. “We have one. . .thatsscch. . .a character from. . .Princesscch Knight!” Belle referenced both her favorite game as well as favorite dildo. She slumped into the chairs, wishing she could call for Shirlene to come pleasure her that instant. Belle’s stomach rolled between her thighs, sinking like bread dough towards the floor. Her hands struggled to lift or move her fat, always finding more to shove past. Finally, she huffed, frustrated by the mounting sexual desire. She was not used to deferred gratification. “Can I. . .be. . .done?” Her voice was quiet and petulant. 

“Yeah. . .yeah.” Sandra gulped, still trying to wrap her mind around what was happening. It was like she was an entirely different person. Her soul was leaving her body, being replaced by the constant fumes she was inhaling. “We’ll. . .call.” She stumbled backwards, slumping against a wall. Dazed, she watched as Belle called for her mother and girlfriend. Sandra simply sat on the floor as Belle was hauled out. She undid more of her buttons and untucked her shirt. She was bathed in rotten fumes and sweat, forgetting even that it was Belle who created them. While Sandra would not call Belle, the interview had left an indelible mark upon her psyche. She would never be the same after.