The scooter
It loomed in the dusty corner of the bedroom, its hulking form impossible to ignore in the small room. She glared at it from her bed; it's ostentatious red frame seemed to be mocking her, demanding attention and exactly the opposite of inconspicuous.
She thought wistfully of sunshine and fresh air. More importantly, she thought of her favorite chinese buffet. She could feel her mouth watering at the thought of crunchy egg rolls and firecracker beef. She hadn't been out of the house in months, but all that was within her grasp now.
For a price.
"I thought you wanted to go out today," he said, forcing another donut past her lips.
She swallowed quickly. "I do, but not in that!"
"You're being ridiculous. It's just a scooter. You've gotten way too fat to try to keep waddling everywhere."
"But people will stare at me," she reached for another donut out of sheer habit, taking comfort in the bloated feeling in her belly.
"They should, you're like circus lady fat. Of course people are horrified by how obese you let yourself get."
"I don't want people to laugh at me."
"You should have thought of that before you gained 400 lbs," he said while jiggling her soft belly fat as a reminder.
"Fine, just help me up."
He watched, enraptured, and she heaved and huffed her way to the edge of the bed. He let her rest for a few minutes before grabbing her hands. She rocked to gain momentum and made it to her feet, out of breath and covered in sweat. When he rolled the scooter next to her she tried to ignore it and walk on her own, taking a single thunderous shuffle before collapsing with exhaustion onto the hated bariatric scooter.
He hadn't been prepared for the mix of emotions he felt. Disgust at what he'd done to her body, pride that she was permanently ruined, and lust for his fat blob all warred in his mind. The thought that she'd max out the weight limit in less than 100 lbs sent a shiver of pleasure through him.
Both of her hips spilled over the sides of the wide seat, dwarfing it in comparison to her enormous ass, barely covered by her giant muumuu. She was forced to spread her legs to accommodate the inhumanly fattened stomach she sported, dangling past her knees. She struggled to reach her chubby arms to the controls, unable to lean forward without her belly fat spilling out of the bottom of the dress. Her chins wobbled as she tried to bite back her tears of regret. While she'd dreamed of being chubby and sexy, most of her weight had settled in her stomach and breasts, and she knew she'd never have her hourglass figure back.
The scooter creaked and groaned under her mass as she coaxed it forward. He was fairly certain it wasn't supposed to move that slowly, but all the better to show off his helpless fatty. Between that and the ear-splitting beeping when she backed up, no could possibly miss her.
"Let's go to Walmart first, you'll fit right in," his hand wandered to play with her nipples, tugging and tweaking the sensitive nubs and enjoying her moans. He had her so well trained she didn't even try to reach down to her pussy, not that she could touch it anymore.
He loaded her and the scooter in the back of their van, and after a short drive pulled into a handicap spot to unload her. He noted with delight that there was a fairly large group of teenage boys only a few cars down. They stared openly in shock as the lift brought her out.
"Holy shit, look at her!"
"Shoot me if I ever get that fat."
"Of course she would be on a scooter, probably too lazy to walk."
Her face burned with humiliation. By now a few other shoppers were watching with fascination as she rolled to the doors. Even by Walmart standards she was huge, a collection of blubber hardly resembling a woman.
"You know what they're all thinking, right?" He leaned down, voice low in her ear. "They're thinking you're the fattest woman they've ever seen. They know you did this to yourself, that you have no will power, just forever eating yourself into morbid obesity.
But the best part is what they don't know. That you actually wanted to be a barely mobile blob, that you. That it turns you on to know how weak and grotesquely fat you are. That you masturbate while sucking down butter and grease, that you come from having your rolls fucked."
She bit her lip and squirmed in her seat, feeling the heavy pull of her fat and trying to ignore him. Harder to ignore where the strangers staring at (and sometimes openly mocking) her, as they watched her load her cart with enough fatty foods for an entire family. The cashier actually snorted with disgust as she rang up the third bakery cake.