Special Delivery, Part 12 The rolls and folds of Kelsey's fantastically obese body floated through the water in slow motion, each segment of her fatty body with its own buoyancy and center of gravity. It was a miracle that they'd even got her out of her room, and the fact that she was in the pool was more than newsworthy. Her skin had lost all of the color it had gained from her sunburn episode, and had returned to its original milky-white color, which it had gained after years and years of shut-in status. This time, Ross had helped her coat herself with layers and layers of waterproof sunscreen. He'd picked the highest SPF they had; he didn't want his pampered, porky princess to be uncomfortable.
"How's it feel to be out in the open air for once, babe?" Ross teased, patting her wet belly. It made a damp, slapping noise when he touched it.
"Surprisingly good," Kelsey purred. Her voice was breathy and sexy as ever, despite her sheer size. She admired
Special Delivery, Part 10 It was 11 AM, and Felicia's chubby body was sprawled lazily out on the Bates' couch in sweatpants and a t-shirt, reading a John Green novel and eating some of the leftover pizza that Ross had brought Kelsey the night before. It was really, really good pizza. She had already cleaned the house to the point of utter spotlessness yesterday, and since Kelsey hadn't even been downstairs since then, there was no reason for her to continue scrubbing away at nothing. So, Felicia laid herself down and vegged out for a while, enjoying the decadent comfort of her employers' extravagant home.
Kelsey was really big now. By now, she'd ballooned to the point of ridiculousness, having trouble with short bursts of exercise. She was so lazy and the stairs were so unpleasant for her that she'd sometimes stay on one floor of the house for days, just trying to avoid the climb back up or down. When this happened, there was no point cleaning whatever room she was in;
Special Delivery, Part 8 Pizza grease smeared all over her fingers, lips and various folds, Kelsey Bates had dozed off next to her love after a big meal of their favorite food.
Ross was nestled against her big, warm body, with the rolling hills and valleys of her side to his right, her thick, fluffy arm around his shoulders and left side, and soft sofa beneath him. He could feel his girlfriend's body expand and contract with her respiration, and he could smell pizza on that same, hot breath. Even in sleep, her breathing was now audible. Ross was extremely comfortable.
Things were changing in Ross's life, but he wasn't complaining. Every one of the changes seemed to be for the better, and really, who was he to argue with that?
For one, there was his job. Ross's boss had promoted him to manager last month. No more working for tips. It was a small step, but he accepted it with open arms. He had bigger plans for the future.
Special Delivery, Part 6The secret romance of rich girl and pizza boy had been going on for quite some time now. Many hours had been spent eating, cuddling and making love, and many nights of potential sleep had given way to the pair's prolific text message conversations and intimate overnight stays. It was a fairytale of love in their minds, despite the fact that most outsiders would be made queasy at the mere thought.
During their love affair, these people had gained as much momentum as they had weight, and were still getting emotionally closer. It was magical; Kelsey, the morbidly obese princess that she was, was happier than she'd ever been before, and Ross's feelings were the same.
It was now time to move forward. One day, in the midst of a big, sloppy, corpulent makeout session, Kelsey pulled away and told Ross she had an idea. She said that she loved him, and that she wanted their relationship to take a step forward. It was time for Ross to meet her parents. He agreed.
Two weeks later, Ross came over t
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