The Extreme Obesity Unit: Epilogue: Epilogue
It had been a few years since they had last seen each other, or even spoken to each other. Directly, at least. They actually saw each other all the time through the headsets affixed over their eyes, their only remaining windows into the world outside of their own titanic masses.
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Nell belched thunderously; a long, deep, rumbling eruption of gas that shook the very walls of their hangar-turned-home.
bbbbwwwWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP~!
Kim responded in kind, her own belch similarly shaking the building.
The Blobgals had truly come to embrace their collective’s name. Almost all other things in the hangar had been removed to make way for their growing bodies, only a tangled spaghetti of permanent feeding hoses and the apparatus to fuel them remaining with the two hills of furry fat that made up the room’s inhabitants.
Their weight had passed the point of being immeasurable using their current equipment. Nell’s fingers were too fat to even wiggle. Kim’s wings too buried to be visible. Both of their heads were more easily identified by where the hoses led than by any discernible features.
They were still perched upon their collection of mattresses, their bodies bulging against one another. Quaking and wobbling at the slightest stimulus, stirring up the contents of their stomachs just enough to…
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Another gaseous explosion erupted from Kim’s gargantuan stomach, funnelled through her much smaller maw into a long, drawn-out reverberation.
BBBWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPppppp~!
Nell’s own gut responded soon afterwards, similarly shaken up by the endless back-and-forth sloshing movement shifting between them.
This was the extent of their conversation these days. Any moment they weren’t belching they were eating and any moment they weren’t eating they were belching, releasing the pent-up gasses of such fattening, decadent meals. Even singular words struggled to be uninterrupted by a foghorn blast of gut gas.
It didn’t matter much. Their headsets still allowed them to enjoy their favourite media together, even if they could no longer sing along to the theme tunes. They could still tease and nudge one another to indulge in growing ever larger, even if they were communicated through the intonation of a belch or a rather intentional wobble.
The important part is that they were here for one another, utterly inseparable, and every additional kilo made that all the more concrete.
