Stephanie Archer always knew she wanted to be big. Not big as in famous, or big as in important, but physically big. And not just big – massive. Steph wanted to be one of the largest women on the planet. She wanted to be bedridden and have servants wait on her hand-and-foot. She wanted her arms to be bigger around than most people's entire bodies. She wanted her fat to jiggle and ripple with each miniscule move of her titanic figure. 
Even as a child, Steph longed to be obese. She would often stuff pillows or bed sheets down her shirt and pretend to have a huge belly, which excited her in ways she didn't yet fully understand. Steph was quite a clever child, and from a young age, she knew the things that made her happy would never be acceptable to the outside world. Growing up, Steph was never really aware that there were others like her, so she kept her preferences hidden. She made sure to stay in shape, for fear that her mother would force her to diet, or even worse, send her to fat camp! She only stuffed her shirts in the privacy of her own room or the bathroom, and never spoke a word of it to anyone.
Steph's father died when she was eight months old. He worked on an oil rig in the Gulf that suffered a massive explosion, killing eight people instantly and badly injuring twelve more. Steph's dad was one of the twelve injured, but he succumbed to his wounds before the helicopter could airlift him back to shore for treatment. This left Steph's mother, Maggie, to care for their two young daughters alone. Maggie and her husband were high school sweethearts, although he was three years older than she was, and Maggie had both of her children before she graduated. She was 15 when she had Steph's older sister, Emma, and barely 18 when she had Steph. Emma was three when her father died, and took his death quite hard. She shut herself off from the rest of the world and didn't speak another word until she was nearly six. Steph, of course, was too young to understand what had happened, and didn't learn of her father's demise until much later when her mother deemed she was ready.
Of course, Maggie was also devastated by the news of her husband's death, and quickly fell into a deep depression where she contemplated ending it all on more than one occasion. Luckily, each time she was on the brink of a breakdown, she thought of her girls, and it always gave her a reason to keep going. Eventually, Maggie's heart healed, but it left a hole that seemingly nothing could completely fill. That was when Maggie turned to rich comfort foods in an attempt to fill the void. She became an eating machine, devouring anything and everything she could get her hands on. Within months of losing her husband, she ballooned from a trim 132 pounds to a scale-tipping 304. It wasn't until she noticed little Emma beginning to plump up from emulating her mother's eating habits that Maggie decided she had to change her lifestyle.
Through rigorous diet and exercise, Maggie was able to lose 154 pounds over the next several years, putting her at an even 150. Though she never dropped enough weight to be as skinny as she had been before, she was still a stunning woman. Her auburn hair cascaded in curls across her shoulders, and her bright green eyes shimmered in the sunlight. Her facial features were soft and feminine, and had a glow that could light up a room. Despite her gorgeous features and newly trimmed physique, Maggie had no interest in dating or getting re-married, instead devoting all of her time to raising her two adorable baby girls.
Although too young to realize it at the time, having her mother gain such an incredible amount of weight had a profound effect on Steph's outlook on obesity. Spending her formative years tucked into her mother's more than ample bosom, Steph began to find comfort and security in her mom's rolls of soft flesh. While it didn't manifest itself until a few years later, Steph would be forever influenced by that portion of her life, and it would forever change Steph's perceptions of the morbidly obese.
***
Throughout school, most of Steph's friends were chubby or fat, and Steph herself was always the 'skinny friend'. When they went out to eat as a group, everyone would always indulge themselves with any fattening foods their hearts desired, while Steph, although desperately wanting to join them, would always order something sensible. It was simply fear that was holding Steph back at this point in her life, and she wasn't yet ready to let go of her inhibitions and fulfill her dreams of gaining.
After graduating high school, Steph finally convinced herself that now was the time. She was finally going to let herself go and eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. The problem was, she now had bills to pay, and nothing but a minimum wage job at a local department store to pay them with. She was already living in a ratty apartment in a bad part of town, and her car required constant maintenance just to keep it running, which left her with little to no extra income for superfluous groceries. This made gaining incredibly difficult. Thankfully, her mother was willing to pay for her community college tuition.
***
So, time passed and Steph earned her associates degree in applied arts, before deciding that she was burnt out on college and opting not to continue towards her bachelor's degree. Steph moved back in with her mom, where she lived for the next several years. During this time, Steph attempted to gain, but due to being in such close proximity with her mother and not wanting to reveal her secret just yet, once again found it extremely difficult to eat as much as she desired. Steph's weight levelled out at a svelte 122 pounds. Distraught over having only gained five lousy pounds in nearly six years, Steph was ready to give up on her dreams of ever becoming the woman she always wanted to be. 
That is, until everything changed on her 24th birthday. 
The 'party' came and went normally – a few family members stopped by the house to visit and enjoy some cake and ice cream. Steph received gifts from several of them, and nothing from several others. As she had for the previous six years, Maggie gave her daughter a stack of ten Powerball Lotto tickets in addition to her normal gift. While initially conceived as a gag gift on Steph's 18th birthday, the tickets had quickly become something of a family tradition for Maggie, and watching the announcement of the winning numbers with her daughter had become one of the things she looked most forward to each year.
That night, Steph and Maggie watched intently as the numbers were called. Each of them held five tickets, their eyes frantically darting up and down from the papers to the screen as the numbers appeared. As the last number was repeated, Steph chuckled to herself. She never expected to win anything on this silly game, but it was always fun to share the experience with her mom. 
"Oh well, better luck next year, I guess." She giggled.
That's when Steph noticed that her mom hadn't made a noise since the last number had been called. As she glanced over, her heart sank into her feet. Her mother was slumped over on the couch, and the tickets she had been holding were scattered at her feet.
"OH, GOD. MOM!" Steph screamed as she grabbed Maggie's shoulder and began shaking her mother's limp body frantically.
As she did, a smile appeared on Maggie's face, and she whispered half-audibly, "You won."
"What?" Was all Steph could think to respond with as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Sweetheart, you just won 235 million dollars!"
Phase 1
Two months passed before Steph was able to begin her fattening odyssey. Between settling her winnings with the state (after taxes, Steph ended up receiving roughly $165 million in cash), selling the house and buying a new one (a small mansion on the northwest side of Houston), and getting all of her other affairs in order (having the new house retrofitted to accommodate Steph's future super-sized body), Steph simply didn't have time to indulge. 
Steph offered her mother the guest house behind the main house as a gift to thank her for putting up with Steph for all those years. Although it was a guest house, the 3,500 home was nearly three times the size of Maggie's old place. Maggie graciously accepted her daughter's offer and was quickly moved in by a skilled team of movers. 
Servants were hired to take care of the significant maintenance required by the numerous rooms and landscape that adorned the miniature palace. There was a butler to cover the main house, as well as an assistant to take care of Maggie's needs. A little apprehensive at the thought of having a servant, Maggie took a while to warm up to her newly hired helper, but eventually came to appreciate being waited on hand and foot.
There were maids that made sure each room and corridor was spick and span each day, although Steph would never really notice since she probably wasn't going to be venturing into most of the rooms on a regular-basis. 
Having taken care of her own house for so many years, Maggie found it difficult to let someone else do her cleaning for her. She continued doing her own home maintenance for a while, before giving up and handing things over to her more than capable maid's hands.
With the help of a broker, Steph invested a large chunk of her winnings into stocks and bonds, which hopefully would continue to yield positive results in her bank account over the next few years. Another investment Steph was adamant about was in the field of obesity research. Namely, how to keep someone healthy at extreme weights. She never revealed her reasons behind this to anyone involved in her affairs, but she had a feeling she might need some medical assistance once she crossed the supersized threshold.
Steph also never revealed her plans to grow massively obese to her mother, although she figured she would eventually have to let the cat out of the bag once she began packing on the pounds. 
"A conversation for another day," Steph would always tell herself.
So, with everything finally in order, there was only one more thing for Steph to do. Eat!
***
Phase 2
Ironically, despite having a nearly endless supply of cash, Steph began her first stuffing session with fast food. She had always wanted to try and eat everything off the McDonald's dollar menu in one sitting, so that's exactly what she set out to do. Twenty minutes and fourteen dollars later, Steph was sitting at her massive breakfast table with nearly 4,000 calories worth of heavily processed junk food spread out before her.
She unwrapped the first burger and took a bite. The instant tingle of heat told her that this must be the Jalapeno double cheeseburger; a new item on the dollar menu. Steph was glad this one was first, since she didn't really like spicy foods. She was relieved as the last peppery bite made its way into her greedy belly. 
Next went the regular double cheeseburger, followed by the McDouble, then the Buffalo chicken sandwich shortly thereafter. After the first four sandwiches were out of the way, Steph could already feel the knot in her stomach telling her that she was full, but with more than two thirds of the items still left on the table, she pushed on. 
She took a large swig of her sweet tea and opened the box of McNuggets. She stuffed all four of the fried chunks of assorted chicken meat into her mouth at once, and poured in the contents of the ranch dipping sauce container to aid the nuggets' journey into the abyss. After minimal chewing, the greasy bits of chicken joined the rest of the party already in-progress in Steph's poor gut. Only three more burgers to go before Steph could coast through the desserts.
She unwrapped the bacon double and made it disappear in three bites before tearing into the McChicken. Steph actually quite liked the chicken sandwich from McDonalds, but she always thought they were a little dry, so she asked for extra mayo. This one was positively dripping with the calorie-laden condiment, and that was exactly how Steph liked it. She practically inhaled the sandwich, and made sure to collect any stray dollops of mayonnaise that escaped the confines of the bun. 
With only one burger to go before getting to the sweet stuff, Steph was beginning to wonder if she was going to make it. The food she'd already consumed sat like a rock in her stomach. Her belly was distended and firm when she rubbed it, although doing so seemed to shift things around and gave her a second wind. 
She unwrapped the final burger and was assaulted by the smell of grilled onions. This was obviously the grilled onion cheddar burger, which thankfully only contained a single patty. Five bites later and Steph had to sit back for a breather. Steph once again massaged her aching tummy and groaned when she saw that she still had four dessert items to finish. She took another big gulp of her sweet tea, which made the gurgling sound indicating that it was empty, then sank her spoon into the parfait. 
While she wasn't much of a yogurt fan, Steph was surprised to find the mix of fruit and granola quite delicious, and finished the parfait in no time. The cookies also went down without a fight, which left her with only the partially melted vanilla ice cream cone to contend with. Steph anticipated that it might take her a while to finish the rest of her massive meal, so she'd placed the cone in the freezer as soon as she returned from the drive-through. 
As she got up to retrieve it, she looked like a pregnant woman as she cradled her belly and struggled to heave herself out of the chair. She opened the freezer door, and there, like a pillar of victory, stood the last item of the first of many binges Steph would have. She delicately picked it up and licked one side, before throwing out all notion of manners and cramming the entire thing, cone and all, into her waiting mouth. The brain freeze was tremendous, but Steph took it as a triumphant success. She had beaten the dollar menu on her first day!
Phase 3
Three months later, things weren't progressing as quickly as Steph would have liked. Despite stuffing herself silly at nearly every waking moment, due to her extraordinarily high metabolism she'd only managed to pack on 15 pounds, putting her at around 137. 
Being so thin to begin with, the few extra pounds were readily apparent on Steph's lithe body. Her legs thickened up and puffed out around the openings of her tight jean shorts like biscuit dough. She had a slight muffin top developing around the top of the shorts, which, with just a bit of coaxing (and a bit more food) could easily begin compromising the stability of the waistband. Her boobs had grown so much that the snug tops Steph wore could no longer cover her softening midriff, and would easily expose Steph's slightly deepening bellybutton any time she raised her arms. She had outgrown her bra but continued wearing it, despite her now generous boob flesh threatening to pop out of it at any moment. Even her thin arms had developed a noticeable layer of adipose that hadn't existed three months earlier. Steph honestly looked like an overstuffed sausage in her increasingly ill-fitting wardrobe, despite the meager amount of weight she'd managed to pack on. 
Her face remained relatively unchanged at this point. Steph's face always had a cherubic quality to it, in spite of her thin frame. While no one could say her face was chubby, it still had a round shape and smooth, glowing features not commonly attributed to extremely skinny people. In a word, it was gorgeous, and Steph was well aware of this. Her curly, blonde hair hung down to her shoulders and perfectly framed her stunning green eyes and creamy pink complexion. She really could have been a model if she'd wanted to, although that notion was farthest from her mind when she was growing up. Steph always thought supermodels looked disgusting with their collar bones jutting out and their ribs showing. She always noticed how unhappy they all looked, and thought perhaps they'd smile more if someone would just fix them a sandwich (or five).
After observing herself in the mirror, Steph decided to have her butler, James, pick up some larger clothes for her later that afternoon. She made sure to tell him sizes that would be too large for her at her current size, since she knew she would eventually grow into them. 
Steph felt comfortable sending James out to shop for her – an older man in his late fifties, James had been a top fashion consultant in New York for almost thirty years. When his wife passed away a few years earlier, he decided to give up the high-stress workload in New York and moved back to his hometown in Houston where he got a job in the service industry, and eventually fell into the butler position he currently occupied. It wasn't a bad gig, all things considered. While he only made roughly half of what he had been making when he was a fashion consultant, the room and board were included, as well as meals. Plus, the job was a cakewalk (sometimes literally, as his new boss was quite fond of cake), and nearly stress-free. Steph was always kind to James, and always attempted to tip him for doing the things he was already paid to do, which of course he always politely refused.
Steph was munching on a package of Oreos when she texted James her clothing order. Of course, she also added on some snacks for him to pick up on his return trip, as well. This was a common occurrence, and James was used to making a stop at the grocery store or a specialty food store whenever he was on his way back from the shopping trips Steph frequently sent him on.
As she hit SEND on the text message, she dunked another Double Stuffed Oreo into the large glass of heavy cream that she had tucked between her pudgy legs. In an effort to speed up her gaining process, Steph had all of the milk in the house replaced with whipping cream, and tried to drink at least a quart of the creamy elixir per day. 
Over the course of this particular day, she had taken down a six-egg omelet filled with bacon, sausage and cheese, two dozen boneless chicken wings doused in bleu cheese dressing, two orders of wedge fries, a medium meat-lover's pizza, four quarter-pound cheeseburgers from her favorite local burger joint, two large milkshakes, two packages of Oreos, and a half-quart of heavy cream. Needless to say, Steph was stuffed beyond capacity, and as she downed the last Oreo and took the last sip of cream from her cup, she felt as if she might throw up. After a vigorous belly massage, she began feeling better and was able to keep her massive feast down before falling asleep.
***
Steph awoke to the sound of her stomach rumbling and realized she was once again starving. All of this binging was finally beginning to stretch her stomach to the point where not only could she eat more, but she was also hungry much more often. Steph knew this was a good sign. 
She checked her phone which indicated that it was now 11:37 p.m., and decided it was close enough to 12:00 to justify a midnight snack. She made her way downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Sure enough, James had picked up two dozen of Steph's favorite cupcakes just as she'd requested when she'd texted him earlier. After pouring herself a tall glass of heavy cream, she plopped down at the table with one of the trays of the multi-colored goodies and got to work.
Steph swiped her finger through the pink frosting of the cupcake closest to her and popped it in her mouth. The taste of fresh strawberry danced on her tongue as she picked up the cupcake and took a large bite. It was a vanilla cake filled with a creamy strawberry mousse. It was the Strawberry shortcake cupcake – one of Steph's favorites from this particular cupcakery. The gooey center erupted as Steph bit into it, leaving sticky remnants on her mouth that were quickly dealt with via a swift swipe of the tongue. After chugging a bit of cream, Steph began eying her next victim.
The next doomed morsel appeared to be chocolate, although Steph knew that this cupcake shop didn't have any 'plain' cupcakes; each of their creations always held some kind of surprise. Steph's suspicions were confirmed when she bit into the pastry and was surprised to taste not only chocolate, but also the distinctive flavor of espresso. Steph knew the shop had a mochachino cupcake that she hadn't yet tried, and this was obviously it.
At that point, Steph was no longer interested in the distinctive flavors of the cupcakes, and was more concerned with stuffing them into her face as fast as possible. She grabbed two more, a blue and a green one, and unwrapped them before cramming the blue one into her anxious gullet. Using the glass of heavy cream as lubrication, she chewed twice and swallowed before stuffing the green cupcake into her mouth, as well. This method continued until two cupcakes were left in the tray, at which point Steph was beginning to feel full again. 
In desperation, she dropped one of the final two desserts into her cup of cream and used her spoon to break it apart. She then followed suit with the final cupcake and began shoveling spoonful after spoonful of the cream-soaked hunks of cake into her mouth. With the final bite now resting comfortably in Steph's unbelievably full belly, she leaned back in her chair and once again fell into a deep sleep.
***
When Steph woke up, the room was bathed in soft sunlight and it appeared to be early morning. She checked her phone, which had slipped out of her pocket and onto the floor, and saw that it was 7:00 a.m. She groggily lumbered over to the fridge and retrieved the second tray of cupcakes from the day before and planted herself back at the table. As she began noshing away at the decadent treats, her thoughts drifted to breakfast. As she attempted to decide where she should send James to pick her up some grub, a thought popped into her head.
"Why the hell am I always getting takeout? I should just hire a chef!" She said out-loud to no one in particular.
While she agreed with herself that this was a spectacular idea, it wasn't going to help her at this very moment, so she quickly picked up her phone with her one hand that wasn't covered in frosting and texted James a massive food order from the nearest breakfast place (which just happened to be called 'The Breakfast Place').
***
Phase 4
As it turned out, hiring a chef was exactly the nudge Steph's metabolism needed. In the four months since hiring chef Jacques, Steph packed on nearly sixty pounds, and was getting extremely close to cresting the 200 pound mark. Excited beyond belief, Steph chomped down on her fourth plate of food from 'The Continental Lounge'; a restaurant inside the airport where she was waiting for her mother's plane to arrive.
Six months earlier, Steph sent Maggie on a half-year tour of Europe – a trip Maggie had always dreamed of taking, but never had the time nor the means to do so. Today was the day Steph's mother was due to arrive home. Steph wondered what her mother would think of her ...blossoming form... but she knew she'd eventually have to spill the beans, anyway, so today was probably as good a day as any. 
Her mind was quickly distracted by the dessert tray sitting a few feet away from her, and she immediately asked the waitress to bring it closer so she could decide what would best compliment the meal(s) she had just enjoyed. Unable to decide between the cheesecake, the crème brulee, and the 'tower of chocolate', she made the reasonable choice and ordered all three. Fifteen minutes later, Steph's belly was full of sweet treats (along with four entrees), and Steph decided to make her way to the terminal where her mother was due to arrive any minute. 
Steph plopped down in one of the seats at the terminal gate and pulled out her phone to kill some time, when she realized the plane was already sitting at the ramp and passengers were slowly beginning to file out of the exit. As she caught a glimpse of her mom, Steph's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. As surprised as Maggie was at seeing her daughter so pudgy, Steph was stunned to see that her mother now weighed AT LEAST as much as she did, if not more. Maggie must have been eating non-stop for six months straight! The weight she had worked so hard to lose all those years ago had been lying dormant in her body, waiting for the moment of weakness when it would make its triumphant return. Apparently, European food had been that weakness.
Both women paused when they saw each other. Neither knew what to think as they came face-to-face with inflated caricatures of their former selves. After a moment, the initial shock wore off and smiles appeared on both of their faces as they hugged each other tightly.
"Mom!" Steph blurted. "You look... great!"
Maggie really did look fantastic. Her pudgy face now sported a prominent double-chin, and her chubby cheeks glowed brighter than Steph had ever seen them before. Maggie's already supple breasts had ballooned in size, and were being slowly forced apart by the bulging stomach that had grown beneath them. Her belly sagged slightly over the waistband of her tight blue jeans, and her bellybutton was clearly visible even through the thick turtleneck she wore. Her legs had become monstrous, and were poured into her jeans like an overfilled water balloon. A thin roll of fat even encircled the tops of the boots Maggie was wearing, forming something of a calf muffin top. While she was obviously not attracted to her mom (that would be weird), Steph was extremely turned on at the thought of her mother having gained so much weight, and struggled to keep her giddiness in check.
"Wow, Steph," Maggie responded. "You, too."
Steph was actually quite similar to her mother's size and shape, except she was a bit more hourglass and less apple-shaped than Maggie. Steph's ass had grown by leaps and bounds as she'd gained weight, and she was already having trouble sitting in certain smaller chairs due to its increasing size. She had developed a natural strut, or more of a waddle, that flaunted her bulbous behind perfectly, and she was delighted to see that people would often stop and notice her as she passed.
"Whew, what a flight!" Maggie said, sounding exhausted. "I'm starved. Have you eaten anything?"
Steph pretended to think about it as her mind went back to the incredible amount of food she'd just packed away.
"Nope!" She lied.
"Awesome, let's try The Continental Lounge. I hear their menu is fantastic." Maggie offered.
Steph had a bad feeling that was what Maggie was going to suggest, but slowly nodded her head, regardless. "Umm, sure."
***
After catching up on everything that happened in the past six months, the conversation naturally gravitated to the significant amount of weight each of them had put on since they'd last seen each other.
Steph tried to breach the subject delicately. "So, uhh. How was the food over there?"
"It was unbelievable! I couldn't help myself. My inner fat girl took over again and I fell back into all of my bad habits. I gained almost seventy five pounds!"
Steph was dumbfounded by the number her mother had just given. That would put her at around 225 pounds, if Steph did her math correctly. How was it possible that she gained so much so fast?
"See, once you gain a bunch of weight," Maggie continued, "the fat cells in your body expand. Then, if you lose the weight, the cells deflate, but they don't ever shrink back down to their original size. They're like deflated balloons that are just waiting to be refilled. That's why it's so easy for formerly fat people to fall off the wagon and gain all the weight back so quickly."
Thankfully, this answered Steph's question before she had to ask it.
At this point, the waitress stopped by to take the girls' drink orders. She gave Steph a confused look, since the chubby girl had just been here less than an hour ago, but she said nothing. After ordering their drinks, Maggie ordered an appetizer of bacon cheese fries for the two of them to share.
"So, are you planning to lose the weight again?" Steph asked with genuine interest.
"Well, that's the thing," Maggie replied. "I actually never minded being big. I lost the weight when I noticed your sister getting chubby, since I didn't want her to grow up with that stigma. It's easy to explain a mother eating herself into obesity after losing her husband, but when she starts raising overweight children, people start looking to the parent who's enabling it to happen. I never wanted that. For either of you."
"Well, mom. There's something I should tell you." Steph hesitated, unsure if she was ready to let out her big secret.
"I already know." Maggie interrupted her.
"Y-you know what?" Steph was genuinely confused.
"You always thought I wasn't paying attention when you were little, but I saw you stuffing pillows down your shirts, and I saw the websites you used to go to. The ones with the big women."
Steph was blushing at this point.
"It's my fault that you're like this. I should never have let myself—" tears welled up in Maggie's eyes as Steph moved closer and put her arm around her mother.
"Yeah, you're probably right, mom. But what difference does it really make? At this point, it's my choice. It's what makes me happy. I'm still healthy and plan to stay that way, and as long as I'm supporting myself financially and not hurting anyone else, I don't see what the problem is. Think of it as a hobby. In fact..." Steph paused, not sure if she wanted to suggest what had just popped into her head. 
"A few extra pounds wouldn't hurt you, either, mom. Hey, we could gain together! I just hired a chef a few months back, and he's done wonders for my figure, as you can clearly see." Steph held out her arms to give her mom a full view of her expanded form.
Sniffling, Maggie pondered her daughter's idea for a moment, but before she could respond, the massive plate of cheese fries was set down in the middle of the table by the still confused waitress. Both women's eyes widened at the mountain of cheesy fried decadence that lay before them. The mound of fries were covered in what had to be a pound of cheese, bacon, sour cream and chives, and served with a tub of ranch dressing for dipping. 
Steph already had a chunk of the calorie-laden appetizer stuffed into her mouth before Maggie replied. 
"Okay... Okay, why not? I'm in."
"Awesome. We'll start tonight." Steph responded with a mouthful of fries.
At that point, the waitress returned for the entrée orders.
"Y'all know what you'd like?" She said in her heavy Texas accent.
"Two chicken-fried steak platters with extra gravy, please." Maggie said resolutely.
"How'd you know what I wanted?" Steph asked.
Maggie looked sheepish. "Oh, sweetie. Those are both for me, but order whatever you'd like."
Steph ordered the same.
***
Phase 5
Another six months passed, and Christmas was right around the corner. Steph's sister Emma was coming in town, whom Steph hadn't seen since she'd won the lottery. She wondered if Emma would even recognize her anymore. Emma's husband Thad was going to be out of the country on business during the Christmas holidays, so he wouldn't be joining her for the two weeks she was staying at her sister's place.
Emma was taller than her sister by a good two inches, but had always weighed roughly the same as her shorter sibling, making her appear thinner than Steph. She wore her dark chocolate brown hair shorter than her sister or mother, but her natural curls gave it the same volume and bounce as her mom's auburn locks. She wore narrow thick-framed glasses that partially concealed her bright green eyes, and gave her somewhat of a sexy librarian-esque look. Her long, toned legs were the asset Emma was most proud of, and she made sure to wear outfits that accentuated them whenever possible. 
Steph had continued her steady gain and had packed on another 140 pounds since the fateful day at the airport. She now weighed nearly 350 glorious pounds and had no desire to stop anytime soon. Chef Jacques' meals were generally traditional French cuisine, although the portions were significantly enhanced to accommodate his American boss's insatiable appetite. Everything that came out of Jacques' kitchen was loaded with butter and cream, and the pastries he prepared daily were to die for. Steph was particularly fond of the profiteroles, and made sure enough were prepared each day to satiate her ever-growing hunger.
Much to Steph's chagrin, Maggie had far surpassed her daughter in the sheer weight department. Maggie was simply out of control, and had far surpassed her previous highest weight. In six months, she piled on nearly 200 pounds of pure jiggling mass on top of her already quite generous frame, and now tipped the scales at around 415 pounds. Her belly had grown so immense that she was forced to spread her legs when she sat, to accommodate its incredible bulk. There was almost no point when she couldn't be found with something in her hands to munch on; usually some kind of fattening junk food.
The dynamic mother-daughter duo would frequently share meals together, although 'meal times' were becoming less and less distinct as the women's binges frequently lasted long enough to run into the next one, in which case they would just continue eating.
These two mountains of flesh had never been happier. Steph was finally fulfilling her lifelong dream, and Maggie was just glad to see that her daughter was finally truly happy.
And that's when it happened.
One day, about two weeks before Christmas, Maggie looked up from her feast she and Steph were gorging on to find her daughter face down in her plate of coq au vin. She didn't appear to be breathing.
***
Steph woke up in the ER with an IV in her arm. Maggie was in the chair next to her bed, asleep. Maggie's head was tilted forward slightly and resting comfortably on her massive chest, bobbing up and down with each breath she took. The mascara running down Maggie's portly cheeks indicated that she'd been crying. Unaware of what had happened, Steph pressed the nurse call button, and a few moments later a man in a doctor's coat entered the room quietly.
The doctor explained that Steph had suffered a minor stroke due to extremely high blood pressure. It wasn't serious enough to do any permanent damage, but another one could easily paralyze her, or worse.
"I do have some good news, though." The doctor continued. "I was looking over your file, and I discovered that you are Stephanie Archer. The same Stephanie Archer that has funded over 85% of our medical research at this branch. It just so happens that our researchers have come up with an experimental new treatment for high blood pressure that has proven extraordinarily effective with our test subjects at managing not only hypertension, but also cholesterol and blood sugar, and can actually reduce the risk of heart attack by over ninety percent by clearing deposits from your arteries." 
"Great, so what's the catch?" Steph said groggily.
"Well, the catch is that there's one fairly major side-effect. It's going to make you hungry, and I mean ravenously hungry. All the time. It hasn't been an issue with most patients, as they have simply adjusted their routines and eating habits so that it doesn't affect their lives too much. I won't lie - some of the test subjects have gained a bit of weight from the experiment. Nothing major, but you should be aware of it, especially at your current size."
A devious smile crept across Steph's chubby mouth. This might be exactly what she needed to finally surpass her mom's ever-increasing heft.
"I'm in. Gimme the papers. I'll sign on the dotted line right now." Steph said with renewed perkiness.
***
At Christmas dinner two weeks later, Emma was shocked to see how much food her mom and sister could put away. Plates were being cleared faster than the servers could rush them out, as dish after dish was brought to the table. The massive mother/daughter team appeared to be in an eating contest, with both trying to out-gorge the other.
While at the hospital with Steph, Maggie had taken the opportunity to have a thorough-check up on herself, since she was afraid she would run into the same problems as her daughter due to her age and rapid gain. Luckily, everything tested fine, and Maggie was given a clean bill of health. She made a stop at the hospital's all-you-can-eat buffet to celebrate, and hadn't slowed down since. The stress of her daughter's health problems sent Maggie's appetite into overdrive, and despite already eating more than what seemed humanly possible, she found ways to pack even more food into her greedy expanding stomach.
Steph, on the other hand, was fully feeling the effects of the experimental pills the doctor had prescribed to her. She had never been more ravenous than she was now, and her hunger was constant and never-ending. She was totally insatiable, and was devouring anything around her that even resembled food (seriously... in fact she once took a bite out of an orange that she knew to be plastic because she said it 'looked good enough to eat').
Before the holidays, Jacques had to hire two sous chefs to keep up with the growing women's demands, and even then, the three chefs were working nearly around the clock to keep pace. Meal after meal was prepared for the corpulent ladies, and there was never a scrap left on the plates.
The Christmas feast was traditional American with a French twist. Jacques tried to combine old-fashioned American holiday dishes with some from his own country, and the results were incredible. Of course, even the American classics were fortified with more cheese and butter than a dairy cow could produce in a year.
The Archer girls were in heaven. After recovering from her shock and actually trying some of the dishes, even skinny Emma overindulged on the fattening smorgasbord, and consumed more in one sitting than she normally would in a week.
After the amazing feast, the three girls nestled into the living room couches to watch a Christmas movie. Of course, being totally stuffed with rich delicacies, none of them made it more than an hour into the film with Emma being the first to fall asleep.
When Steph heard her sister beginning to snore, she noticed something. Emma's sweatshirt had ridden up, exposing her surprisingly soft torso. Steph hadn't noticed it until now, but it explained the bulky sweaters and jackets her sister had insisted on wearing since she'd arrived.
Steph poked her mom in the arm, which brought Maggie back from the edge of sleep herself, and pointed to Emma's slightly soft tummy.
Maggie smiled sleepily, "Looks like your sister has been enjoying herself this past year, as well. Maybe she'll carry on the family tradition after all."
***
Phase 6
The four months following Christmas were bittersweet for Steph. Jacques quit once he had earned enough money to open his own restaurant in downtown Houston. While Steph was overjoyed for him to be following his dream, she was also devastated to be losing possibly the greatest chef in the world as her personal cook. Even going to visit Jacques at his new place was out of the question, since at this point, both Steph and her mother were getting too large to venture out into public on a regular basis.
Steph now tipped the scales at a mind blowing 475 pounds, packing on around a pound per day since beginning her experimental blood pressure treatment. At this rate, she would surely overtake her mother eventually.
'Eventually' was of course the key word, as Maggie wasn't making things easy for her daughter. Although her gain had slowed down slightly, Maggie had grown so immense that she was almost entirely immobile, and sitting at a hefty 515.
It was a cool morning in mid-April when Maggie got a call from a distraught Emma. Apparently, she and her husband Thad had a huge fight and he kicked her out of the house. She was now homeless and needed a place to stay while the divorce proceedings were in progress. Of course, there was plenty of room at the Archer estate, so the next day, Emma showed up at the front door of the mansion with all of her bags in tow.
As soon as Steph and Maggie got a look at Emma, they had an idea why Thad had left her (shallow as it may be). Emma had to have packed on at least fifty pounds since Christmas. She was wearing the same sweatshirt she had been wearing at Christmas dinner, although where it had been baggy and loose-fitting before, it was now clinging to her doughy belly and plump breasts, and the turtleneck collar was pushing the excess fat from Emma's neck up to her face, giving her a cute but extremely apparent double-chin. Her ass had also gotten HUGE. It totally dwarfed what Steph's ass had been at that weight, and looked to be developing its own gravitational pull.
Tears ran down Emma's pudgy cheeks as she stood sobbing in the doorway, and Steph waddled over and gave her sister a squishy bear hug to comfort her. Maggie would have joined in, but she was so winded from making the arduous journey from the kitchen to the entryway that she was now confined to the reinforced chair next to the stairwell for the foreseeable future. This was fine with Maggie, since there was a large tray of chocolate candies on the end-table next to her chair, and her plump fingers were happy to dig in as Emma began to share her story.
"I had such a great time here with you guys at Christmas, just eating and relaxing. I must have gained ten pounds off of Jacques' cream puffs alone! And I saw how happy y'all were being the sizes you are. I know I overindulged while I was here, and the feeling of extreme fullness was something I had never really experienced before. It was exciting to me. I never intended to let it change my life, but subconsciously, it must have. After I got home, I tried to go back to my normal healthy routine, but I found myself indulging. I would go to the store and cook a meal for two, then I would eat it all myself before Thad returned home from work that evening. Then, I would prepare another dinner for the two of us and eat again. When I wasn't cooking, my cravings got the best of me and I'd stop at the drive-through and order a couple of value meals as a snack. I don't know what happened to me, but I couldn't stop myself. Even as Thad expressed his disgust in my growing body, I kept right on stuffing my face. I don't know if his apathy towards my body spurred me on, or if I was just enjoying it too much to stop at that point, but I continued to eat and continued to grow. Then yesterday, after Thad left for work, I went to the breakfast buffet at Kountry Kitchen, then stopped off on the way home to get a couple dozen donuts. This had become a typical Monday ritual for me, as I intended to finish the donuts over the course of the morning to hold me over until lunch. But this time, when I walked in the front door, Thad was sitting in his recliner waiting on me. I totally forgot it was our anniversary and he'd come home early to surprise me. Seeing those two boxes of donuts in my hands must have been the straw that broke the camel's back, and he went ballistic. After a shouting match that resulted in a neighbor calling the cops, Thad finally told me to pack up my shit and get out, saying he can't be married to a fat bitch anymore. So, here I am, just a fat bitch with no home. The worst part, though? I'm fucking STARVING!"
Tears continued to streak down Emma's face, although all three women were chuckling at her last comment. Luckily, food was always readily available in abundance in this mansion, and the three women were quickly led into the exquisite dining hall where the servants had already adorned the table with copious delicacies from many of the local fast food chains.
"Huh?" Emma said as she surveyed the feast. "I thought you had a gourmet chef working for you. What gives?"
"We're, uh, in between chefs at the moment," Steph responded as she carefully plopped her gigantic ass down with a thud and unwrapped her first burger. 
Emma stood tentatively for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and taking a place between her hulking mass of a sister and titanic mountain of a mother.
"Oh well, like I said before, fast food is one of my weaknesses." Emma giggled. "Ooh, Burger Queen! My favorite!"
Final Phase
[2 years later]
It was September, and Steph was getting ready for her 28th birthday party. Getting ready was really an exaggeration at this point, as Steph really couldn't do much of anything for herself anymore. Over the past two and a half years, Steph had grown so colossal that even the most basic tasks were too much of a burden for her.
***
A year and a half earlier, in an effort to further enhance her gain, Steph had decided to give up on solid foods and moved on to a medically formulated high calorie liquid diet of her own creation, which was fed to her through a tube attached to her robotic throne. Before starting her new diet, Steph was already almost 750 pounds and relied on a custom-made personal transport device which was designed specifically to enable Steph to navigate her home without burning any unnecessary precious calories. 
The device, called the Mobility Robot, or 'Mobot', was designed by a robotics company which Steph had recently purchased majority shares in when they went public. When the Mobot began to really take off amongst the hyper-obese community, Steph saw even more revenue in her already bursting piggy bank (that's what Steph appropriately called her bank account). Luckily, the Mobot is manufactured to accommodate the user's growth, and Steph made sure to put it through its paces. 
Her medication kicked into overdrive when she began the liquid diet, and the poor girl's insatiable stomach simply wouldn't allow her to be anything less than stuffed to the max 24/7. This meant that each time Steph had digested enough of the calorie-laden concoction to make a bit of room, she would quickly guzzle more of the formula to fill the gap. This led to the massive girl packing on over four pounds per day at her peak, and over the next year, Steph's weight tripled, putting her mass at well over a ton and cementing her as the largest person who had ever lived (by far).
Steph never did hire another chef, and none of the Archer women were ever very good cooks, so most of their meals consisted of either delivery or fast food (always delivered by the ever-polite James, who never once questioned his porcine boss's lifestyle). Emma had no complaints, and in the two and a half years since she'd moved in with her mom and sister, she managed to pack on an admirable 318 pounds, and currently hovered at right around 535. She planned a celebration feast for when she crested 550, and at her current rate, it wouldn't be long. Being the most mobile of the three women in the household, she would be sure to blend up a few cakes to add to Steph's feeding machine so her dear 'little' sister could join in the festivities, as well.
Maggie was delighted that the three of them were finally all reunited under one roof, so her comfort level went through the roof. Of course, for Maggie, an increased comfort level means increased comfort food intake, and intake she did. Maggie's euphoria masked the fact that she had become a non-stop eating machine, inhaling food at a faster rate than either of her daughters. Her body continued to swell and grow at an alarming rate, until her doctor noticed that her health was beginning to deteriorate in a manner similar to Steph's. That's when Maggie was put on the same experimental treatment as her daughter and her weight really began to explode. Maggie began gaining at a rate nearly equal to her (at the time) half-ton daughter, even though she was still eating solid foods, and over the next year, she gained almost a thousand pounds, easily securing her a spot as the second largest person ever.
***
Amazingly, through online distribution and some great marketing, Steph was able to sell the high-calorie formula that she was subsisting on, and it took off in a big way. Since a mere cup of the stuff could replace not only an entire day's worth of meals, but also provide enough H20 to sustain human life, it started off being shipped to third world countries to feed poor starving villagers. 
Once word got out that it also tasted quite delicious, Steph's ad execs discovered they could also easily market it in first-world countries as a cheap, delicious snack.
The product, which was eventually named 'Steph's Miracle Paste' was flying off store shelves faster than it could be stocked. People couldn't get enough of the caloric delicacy, so Steph was forced to open several additional production factories across the country to keep up with demand. This began a worldwide food renaissance, as people began turning away from prepared foods and fresh produce and instead going for the affordable and widely available paste which was sweeping the nation. 
And then something happened which no one could have foreseen; people began to grow. 
It started with the celebrities. Formerly a vain, pretentious breed, the Hollywood elite were the first to embrace their expanding waistlines. Once their gains became apparent, many celebrities appeared in PSA's, encouraging people to love their bodies and embrace their growing curves. Of course, the mindless masses tend to listen when someone on TV tells them to do something, so everyone just stopped caring and began to eat. And eat. And grow.
Eventually, with the hunger problem more or less eliminated in even the most undeveloped parts of the world, the entire human race could finally begin living to eat instead of eating to live. Food production around the world shifted to only include the ingredients needed to make Steph's Miracle Paste, and food processing facilities were converted to only produce the product. People simply couldn't get enough of the stuff. 
The entertainment industry soon fell as the artists were simply becoming too massive to perform. This wasn't a huge issue, since most of the public was too engrossed in their gorging to partake in said entertainment, anyway.
Cultures eventually began to be lost, as cuisines were abandoned in favor of Steph's amazing concoction. Although it wouldn't occur in Steph's lifetime, eventually this would lead to worldwide peace, as warring countries simply lost interest in their violent differences and swapped out their guns for spoons. 
Children were no longer chastised for being overweight, but rather encouraged to eat by their obese parents and taught that bigger actually was better. Each generation became larger than the last, and people's bodies began to naturally adapt to their increased heft, allowing them more mobility at higher weights. 
Diabetes and heart disease were a thing of the past as the experimental blood pressure treatment that Steph had been using for years finally became available to the general public. The pills became so cheap to produce and distribute that the majority of the world was kept perfectly healthy (and constantly hungry) despite their rapidly increasing size.
Steph became wealthier than she could possibly imagine, and of course continued her unfathomable growth along with her mother and sister. They eventually became too large to be weighed by standard means, so their true weights became a thing of legend. They had never been more content, and lived out the rest of their days guzzling gallon after gallon of Steph's Miracle Paste in total bliss.