Prompt: Shego's Healthy Retirement Part 1

Tags: extreme weight gain, health issues, mentions of sex, messy eating and light slob

I'm genuinely sorry to split this one up into two parts. The scope of this got away from me. I'm trying to give more complete stories, that way I'm not constantly blue balling you guys. However, I think with nearly 7k words, there's plenty to enjoy here! hope you all don't mind. Next part will be all fireworks though!

--- Retirement Gift ---

“You’re sure, Shego?” Dr.Drakken asked, holding the syringe in one of his gloved hands. The blue skinned man looked down at his partner and chief bodyguard. Rather, the woman that had formerly been his bodyguard. It was Shego’s retirement today. Finally, the hero turned supervillain had decided enough was enough. 

“Try all you want, Dr.D, I’m not coming back.” Though laying on a table in a hospital gown, Shego was the essence of cool and collected. Snark was more of a protection than her iconic suit. “Time to spread my wings and try something new.” She smirked at the remark. While the change she envisioned for her life would certainly be new, the metaphor was too active for the life she was about to lead. It would be the antithesis of everything she had done, hero or villain. 

“No, no. Not about that!” Drakken looked at the syringe and then down at his accomplice. “I mean, this serum you asked me to steal.”  He flicked the top, making sure that the pockets of air had been removed. “Taste enhancer? Metabolism heightener? Odd to be changing your body now.”

“What can I say, Doc? I’m a foodie.” Shego smiled as Drakken and the syringe drew closer. She presented her arm, excited for the miracle drug to be pumped into her. In truth, she had lied about the drug, though only partially. Her sense of taste would be heightened, but her metabolism would plummet in all ways but hunger. Rather than burning calories, she would embrace them. Shego tensed as she felt the pinprick of the syringe. The medicine came quickly thereafter. It would flow through her, changing her body and the functions which played out within. The Shego of the past would be gone in a day or two, allowing a new one to rise in its place. A hungrier one. 

“Thanks Doc.” Shego stood from the table, giving a rare hug. “It was good working with you all these years.”

“You as well. Look for me in the papers.” Drakken returned the hug, almost unwilling to let the only woman who was ever able to see his schemes accomplished go. “Big. . .uuh. . .big plans in the works!” He sounded nervous. 

“Me as well.” Shego punched his arm and started to walk out of the lab. “Huge plans.” She said, confident in her predictions. “Going to be living large.  

--- Old Habits ---

“Hey. . .mmmgghp. . .how about another serving?” Shego barked at a passing waiter. She ate in the spacious dining room, plates spreading across the otherwise empty table. The waiter nodded, saying something in French. “Just. . .MMGGGHHPH. . .make it quick!” the black haired, pale-green skinned woman said. She had little time for talk and less for snooty waiters. However high class the restaurant was, it was only a calorie dump to the former villain. “BBLOOOORRRUUP. . .aaah. . .that’s the stuff.” Shego leaned back, almost taken aback by the belch. She crossed one chubby leg over the other, the trail of her black dress following after. The dress had been cut to reveal well shaped and slim legs. However, as it moved, plump calves and cankles were what popped out. Further up the dress, Shego's gut pressed against the black fabric. Four courses worth of meals had ballooned it back out to being perfectly taut and round. However, after digestion took its course, it would slump back down into a puddle of soft fat. “BBBLLLLEEERRUUUP!” Shego belched again before diving back into her meal. 

She slurped down pasta drenched in cheese with shrimp tossed in. She could taste the butter that had been used to fry the shrimp. The serum had worked wonders. Perfect taste had been bestowed on her. She could understand both the individual pieces of the meal as well as the larger symphony at play. Her stomach, meanwhile, churned in order to provide more space. The digestion happened at a quicker rate, though the calories went back into her luscious body. She slurped down a long strand of noodles, flipping cheese and sauce about the table. Droplets peppered the other dishes, either seasoning food yet to come or dotting empty plates. The bright yellow droplets also landed on her chest, falling quickly through the scant mesh. Once through the curtain of cloth, the cheese was mashed and rubbed between her jiggling breasts. Shego had gone up several cup sizes. Like one of the bimbos she had once been quick to mock, she now had breasts which tested all but the largest store bought bras. 

The meal continued unabated until Shego was left ragged and breathless. She devoured anything and everything that was put before her. The courses came as they were finished, without any regard for how a sensibly planned dinner should be carried out. Desserts like cake and flan were the backdrops for steaks and roasts. Appetizers meant for multiple people all found their way into Shego’s tremendous gut. Her stomach inflated with each meal, falling further and further into her lap. A small tear even appeared in her dress about the apex of her stomach. The staff whispered and shot daggered looks at her, eagerly waiting for the time when the sloppy foreigner would have her fill and leave. The only brightside was that each entree sent the bill soaring to new heights. Whatever trouble she caused with loud belches and messy eating, Shego would be forced to pay back in cash.  

“Madame. Your bill.” The waiter finally appeared, seeing that Shego had finally stalled out. He held the thin sheet of paper out. It trailed out of the leather folio it was held in. The paper went on and on, reaching towards the floor. Each note on it was a mark against Shego, a point of damage that she had done to the stores of food within the restaurant. “Please pay when you are ready.” 

Shego, covered in sweat and blushing, nodded weakly. “Of. . .course. . .” The tightness in her middle had grown so extreme that it had pushed out her natural snark. She made a grab at the bill folio, using it to wave in front of her face. She fanned away some of the droplets of sweat, eyes tired. In all of her fights and activities as a villainess, Shego had never been so out of sorts and tired. The world spun around her as she tried to absorb the fat and sugar churning in her gut. “HUUUUUURR-BLOOOOORRRUEEEUUP!” She belched. The waiter winced, his suit jacket moving from the gale force winds that Shego had produced. He glared and walked away, needing to be anywhere but in front of the gluttonous fiend. Shego smiled as he walked away. Such a rookie mistake. 

“Time. . .uuuggh. . .to get. . .to work.” Shego’s words were halted and slow. Whatever other acting she did, the pain from the stuffing was real. Her quick digestion did not save her pain, only making the extreme eating possible. She struggled up into a sitting position, fishing around in her bag for her wallet. Plump arms pushed against her stomach, causing bouts of radiating pain to wrack her body. Her fingers that had just begun to put on their first bits of chub grabbed a thin and black wallet. It was expensive but understated, perfect for the green skinned goth. In short order she had grabbed a card from inside and pushed it into the holding spot.  She did not even bother to glance at the total of the bill, though it likely numbered in the hundreds. Shego smiled, knowing there was little chance of the card paying off the meal. Expired gift cards to out of business clothing stores were rarely honored for bills of this size. 

Satisfied with the beginning of her fraud, Shego started to haul herself up from the table. She moved her 225 pounds slowly, having to protect her belly like a pregnant woman. She stood by forcing her gut up into the air, pushing it forward with muscles developed over a long career. However, those muscles were long covered by a coat of fat. Overtime, that coat would become smothering. There would be little to no muscles left on her, or at least none that could help her. However, Shego would make use of what she had. “oooouggghhHHUUUURRUUPUP!” The groan from standing quickly became a guttural burp. Gas within her stomach needed to escape in order to free up space for the next meal. The churning in her stomach had only gotten worse by the time she had finished standing. Making her way towards the exit, the career criminal started to make her escape. With her coat and purse left behind, empty and useless knockoffs, she was clear to exit. 

Shego left her purse and coat as a charade of returning. To make the act more convincing, she pulled a cellphone out from between her luscious cleavage. Dialing no one, she pretended to speak, pacing back and forth in the lobby of the restaurant. People ignored her, viewing Shego as little more than a fat woman that had eaten too much. As the fake conversation went on, she edged closer to the door before finally slipping away. She waddled off into the night, bright lights of the city illuminating her chubby figure. 

Behind, at the table were her things.The purse was empty and the coat was borrowed as well. To make the getaway sweeter, they were both designer knockoffs so no chance of reselling. Her pained and hungry smile grew wider as she waddled off to the bathroom. Crime was always exhilarating. No longer a career for Shego, she could indulge it as a hobby.

--- Honey Bear Caught ---

A heavier Shego waddled her way from another feast. A month after her adventure in the Parisian restaurant, Shego was repeating her exit strategy. It had been in a Texan barbeque. The restaurant was the kind place where the sides were served with shovels and eaten with ladles. Piles of brisket and smoked chicken had been sucked into Shego’s maw, washed down with iced tea and soda. The thief had rolled chicken drumsticks in buttered mashed potatoes, whilst the juices from the red meat ran into her mac and cheese. Fried greens had been ignored until the high calorie items were dispensed with. Then everything culminated in a set of three pies of increasingly high sugar content. Shego had been a whirlwind of gluttony. It had been the most pitched fight she had been in, other than trying to button her pants that morning. The attempt had gone to waste, given her stomach had long burst through the buttons. Rather than high waisted, the jeans seemed to be entirely missing a waist, covered by her flowing love handles and sagging gut.  

“BBBBOLLLOORRRUUP. . .hey. . .OOORRUUUP. . .waiter,” Shego was reduced to fumbling words and slow sentences as she nursed her stomach. Though as stuffed it had ever been, it was noticeably harder to tell. The serum she had worked better than she had ever imagined. Each month she was blessed with hundreds of pounds, pushing her body into rampant and unrepentant obesity. Sleekness was utterly gone from her. Shego weighed closer to 400 than 300, her body a panoply of rolls and folds. “Check please!” The enormous woman said, clearing her throat with a belch after. She played with her gut, unafraid of what people would think. She was a random patron, a fat face that would be gone the very next day. It mattered little that her breasts filled her crop top shirt or that her jeans had started to rip about her thighs. She would feel her body up with impunity, knowing that there would be no social repercussions. Drakken’s 401k bought her a new life in a new city every day. 

“Your check. . .ma’am.” Though from different worlds, the Texan waiter had been the same as the Parisian. He was disgruntled and unamused with her lascivious antics. 

Shego took the bill, noting that everything was indeed bigger in The Lonestar State. “Oh and. . .BBBLLUUURRROOOP. . .compliments to the. . .HUURRRLLOOOOOP. . .chef.” Shego belched in the man's face. Every belch was a point of pride, something to rub in the face of the servers which had brought her meal after meal. She began to fish in her bag, looking for the fake credit card that would not be paying for this meal. The waiter left, moving away in disgust and to handle more dignified guests. He mumbled something about installing a trough outside for patrons like Shego. She smiled, extra happy to place the fake card in the folio. Just as with a hundred other restaurants, Shego stood soon after and made her way to the bathroom. 

The escape waddle was quickly becoming Shego’s favorite part of exiting a restaurant. The exhilaration of forcing her body into motion, rising against all of the factors which had kept her pinned to her seat. Her stomach gurgled and roiled, trying to churn the food into fat. Each heavy step caused an avalanche of jiggles to flood through her system. Shego moaned, mixing pain with pleasure. Buttcheeks set on ripping through the last vestiges of her jeans bubbled up and down. The jeans had formed them into thick, boxy shapes. Without the support of clothing, Shego’s ass would slump into an amorphous shape, as wide as it was deep. Her stomach, round at the top but softening into trailing flabby sludge. Shego’s double chin had started to leak into her cleavage, though the latter had been uplifted by a custom bra. The femme fatale lugged her cleavage back and forth, with many smaller jiggles filling the space between shakes. Her body was a chaotic canvas of motion, hypnotic and confusing. Shego waddled towards the bathroom, smiling more with each hefty step. 

Her lusty smile only faded somewhat when she entered the bathroom and found another woman washing up. Without waiting, Shego walked to the back of the bathroom and opened the window.  It was medium sized. It took little detective work to see that Shego’s girth was going to have a hard time fitting through the open panes, but she enjoyed a challenge. Rather than leave through the door, Shego had decided to give herself a challenge. Any good thief knew how to case their surroundings and she had spotted it earlier. Now, it was time to make good on her escape. She threw her shoes out of the open, high window and looked back at the other woman, who was looking at her with judgment. “What, never had a date go bad?” Shego managed to give her cover story with the perfect amount of disinterested snark. 

“Not that badly.” The woman threw back with a toss of her hair. 

“Oh. . .uuuggh. . .to be as. . .uuurrgh. . .lucky as you.” Shego bantered, starting to heft her flab up to the window. It was gloriously smaller than what she had expected. She was a fat rat trying to make her escape after eating all of the farmer’s cheese. Shego’s chunky arms fit through the small window, her chubby face following after. Luscious breasts, nearly popping out of the thin t-shirt, hugged the sides of the window. Her stomach, reddened and sore still, got stuck as expected. Shego bit her plump bottom lip, caught in the window and thinking of the work that would come soon. Her stomach was second to her massive ass in size. She would hang from the sill, impotently kicking her chubby legs. Lacking any of the acrobatic prowess she had once possessed, Shego moved like a beached whale. Her cankles bounded against her fluffy butt, making it bounce and wobble. “Hey. . .BBBOOOORRUUUP. . .little help. . .uuuggh. . . Miss Perfect?” Shego, in a perverse fit of humiliation, was more than willing to call for assistance. 

“Uh, yeah right. Get your date to help.” The blonde stayed only to watch the ridiculous act getting played out. Watching the blimpy goth get stuck had been the dessert to her own meal. 

“Gee. . .ooouuugggh. . .thanks. . .BBBLOEERRUOOOP. . .sister.” Shego wheezed, quickly losing air out of her lungs. Quadrupling her weight in less than three months had made her endurance deteriorate rapidly. “I can. . .see why. . .BBLOORRRUUP. . .we’ve come. . .so far.” Shego continued to struggle, the pudding about her waist bunching up and warping around the square window. With arms planted to either side of the exterior wall, she tried to thrust her body out. The movement felt sexual in a way. Her stomach bulged, warping around the square hole. She coughed and wheezed, pain filling her body as her stomach grumbled. Still stuffed, the pain was immense. “Come ooon. . .UUURRLLUUUP. . .help a girl. . .out?” Shego implored. She wiggled her thighs together, heightening the sexual thrill of being caught and shamed. Even if she didn’t escape, there would still be thrills to have. 

“Fine, whatever, Winnie.” The other woman sighed. As bitchy as she was, the woman wouldn’t ignore a sister trying to escape from a bad date. Looking at Shego’s expansive rear, the woman shuddered to think what her date might have been like. Meanwhile, Shego was thinking of more lies to feed her. They were quickly forgotten as slim hands pressed into Shego’s thick behind. Both women shuddered, having awakening experiences at the same time. Shego had yet to have her fat touched by another and the other woman had never been so intimate with someone so large. “Fuck. . .that’s a lot.” The blonde whispered, feeling around for the best hold. 

“You don’t. . .ooooh. . .know the half of it.” Shego gave a rare blush, her cheeks mashed together as the other woman began to push. Shego rocked back and forth in her raised prison as the woman pushed. Her heart beat so intensely that it was almost painful. She moved back and forth in an almost sexual manner. Shego twisted as sensually as a woman stuck in a window could. As a stealth operative she was an utter failure now, but that failure brought so much more. The woman behind Shego, tired of the scant progress, started to thrust her shoulder into the obese woman. The small shoulder blades fell between Shego’s ass. “Wow!” Shego was caught off guard by the force. “Ok. . .uuuggh. . .you gotta either. . .oooooh. . .handle with care. . .aaaggh. . .or be harder!” Shego was as quick to accept the new pleasure as she was the force with which it was administered. She would land, her slim shoulder slipping between the massive asscheeks. The tightness around the window would only grow more so as Shego was slowly inched out. Her pants ripped further as they caught on the harsh brick of the building. 

“Come one. . .fat ass.” The woman groaned, pushing for all she was worth. She put her back into the bubbling asscheeks and pushed with her legs. Bulging blubber flooded around her shoulders. Shego slowly gave, her fat finally falling through the window. Her long moan of lusty satisfaction ended with a thud and a bark of pain as her flab landed on the rough ground. It was hard to imagine she had ever been a daring acrobat and supervillian, rather than a lump of pudding running away from an exorbitant meal. “There. . .good luck. . .fatty.” The woman said, ending her contact with one of the most infamous henchmen in history. 

“Yeah. . .nice knowing you, blondie.” Shego mumbled. She sat on the ground, rubbing her large butt. Shego started to move again, slowly starting to stand. She felt her joints pop, working to order themselves after the harsh landing. Her weight did not make things easier, but they did make it more fun. 

--- Botched Attempt ---

Shego was trying to waddle towards the exit of the restaurant when the dizziness hit her. This was to be her greatest “heist” yet. A return to Middleton, home of her longtime nemesis, to glut herself blind on its fanciest restaurant. Now, well over 600 pounds, Shego’s appetite could sink an unprepared restaurant. Devouring entree after entree, she had hoped to catch the business lacking. However, in both taste and quantity, it had been prepared for her. The black dress she had squeezed herself into had changed colors through all of the spilled food. Further, it was on its very last legs. Entering the tent sized black dress had already created new rips and tears, and the deluge of food sucked into her gut had only forced more. Her stomach was a wrecking ball resting upon pillowy rolls. She had eaten until her gut started to stretch. The pain and food would translate only into more appetite and fat respectively. Yet, as she had started to haul herself up, the sense that she had gone too far crept over her. Lust and dread filled her aching heart as she took steps towards the exit. 

“Oooooh. . .BBBBLOOORRRUUUUUP!” Shego’s curse was cut off by a monumental belch. Sweat was running from her face in fat tears. She felt warm and tight in all the wrong ways. Her stomach was growing heavier with each plodding step. It was like she had been filled with concrete that only now was starting to settle. Long since had her confidant strut degenerated into a slow waddle, and now that waddle was breaking down further. She dragged her body along, trying to force any movement she could out of her exhausted limbs. Shego fumbled for her chest, squeezing the meaty place between her ballooned breasts. Her heart had started pounding in the middle of her meal. What she had taken for excitement had metastasized into something else. Though, as Shego realized with trace amounts of shame, no less exciting. She thumped forward, her steps landing with enough force to shake the tables around her. There would be no quiet slipping out this time. The sagging mass of fat making her way to the door would be seen and studied by the entire restaurant. 

“Uhm, Miss, may I help you?” The hostess by the door asked. “Are you alright?” Her voice was full of middle American concern. 

“No. . .I’m. . .fine. . .” Shego wheezed, hand massaging her chest as she continued to plod forward. The world was starting to spin. The air she brought gasping into her lungs did not seem to power her body. She spluttered and kept moving, unwilling to let her escape be foiled by the limitations of her obesity and lack of heath. “My. . .BBBOOOORRRRUUUP. . .complements. . .to the. . .UUURRRRUUP. . .chef.” She gripped the hostess’ podium to try and steady her body for the final push out the door. The world was fading and she heard the pushing of chairs as concerned patrons came. The morbidly obese woman rolled her eyes, though the motion intensified her vertigo. Shego’s sass would not leave, no matter the situation. Near death experiences were what she thrived on, with gluttony the newest and easiest way to trigger them. “Wouldn’t. . .oooh fuuu-. . .wouldn’t expect. . .uuuuggh. . .a tip. . .though.” Shego quipped just before passing out. Her body pitched forward, taking the podium with her. 

The flimsy faux-wood was crushed as easily as styrofoam boards. Chips of plastic dressed as wood flew out from Shego’s landing, beadlets of sweat traveling with them. The dress ripped in the back, exposing gigantic buttcheeks without the aid of panties to keep them modest. “HOOOORRRRLLUUUURRRUUUUP!” Shego gave a final terrific belch, pushing the last of the gas and oxygen in her body out. The world went black immediately after, freeing her from the embarrassment of the restaurant rushing to help her. Doctors in attendance would use defibrillators to keep her heart pumping, though it would come at the cost of her clothing. In the end, a naked and unconscious Shego would be taken to the hospital.

----

When Shego awoke, she found herself staring into the red hair and green eyes of her most famed rival, Kim Possible. The woman came into focus slowly as Shego’s eyes adjusted to consciousness again. Seeing who it was that greeted her, Shego groaned. “Wiissccch. . .oooourrrp. . .they’d just. . .have. . .left me.” Shego mumbled, her chest weak and sore. She was only allowed speech by the grace of the nasal plug in her nose, which piped a steady stream of fresh oxygen to her taxed body. Her bulk did not fill the large bariatric bed, but it came closer than was comfortable. A thin sheet covered her paler-than-normal skin, with a severely undersized hospital gown underneath. It was remarkable how well her skin matched the light blue of the gown. The weight made it such that it seemed tailored to her condition perfectly. Her breasts and gut sloshed under the gown as she started to move. “Let a girl. . .ooouuuggh. . .expire in peace. . .will ya. . .Kimmie.” Shego tried to bat a hand at the younger woman, but fatigue and medical tubing prevented movement. 

“I would, but I’m your emergency medical contact.” Kim flicked Shego’s nose. “What’s the deal with that, by the way?” 

“A joke.” Shego said, again attempting to lurch upwards. A stabbing pain running from chest to toes saw her flopping back down. “For when. . .BBBOOORRRUUP. . .Dr.D eventually. . .got me. . .” Shego was slow to finish her sentence, tiptoeing around the proper word. “. . .killed.” Shego finished, unsure if she liked the thrill which ran up her body as she said it. 

“Seems like you’re doing a good job of that yourself.” Kim squeezed Shego’s face. It was without a neck, everything seemingly claimed by jowls or neck rolls of increasing size. “Victim of your own success?” Her strong, slim hands massaged the hanging folds. Seemingly, Shego had gone up in weight overnight as the food digested. Her retirement present from Draken had only continued to slow her metabolism, increasing the effect of every calorie a hundred fold. Kim’s hand was lost in the fat, playing with sweat and slobber. Shego was six times the woman she had been, lost in her own flabby bulk. “Experiment gone wrong? Or just plain giving up.” 

“Gee. . .Kimmie. . .not everyone. . .BBBBLLAAARAAAUUP. . .” Shego summoned gas from deep within the pits of her stomach, enough to blow back Kim’s hair. “. . .can handle. . .uuuggh. . .retirement as well. . .as you.” Shego flopped back down, her back rolls devouring the pillows that were used to prop her up. Some of her long hair swished in front of her face. She tried to blow it away, but had no spare oxygen. Waving a hand was equally as pathetic. Heart monitors started to blare as she struggled to move. Though she was recovering from her near death experience, it would take longer than several hours of sleep. Shego gave up, resting in her massiveness. It was up to another hand to move the hair away. 

“You know, I could probably help you.” Kim smiled, enjoying her position of power. “Lose the weight, get you back into fighting shape. You just have to ask.” 

“Wrong. . .uuurrup. . .as alwasyscch. . .Kimmie.” Shego smiled weakly. “Having the. . .uuurrrggh. . .time of my life.” The statement was true, judging by the tightening of her nipples and jolt of pleasure running between her legs.

“I could make things worse then.” Kim’s smile only widened. “I have a bit of an in with Beuno Nacho.” She caressed Shego’s face, then dropped her hand down to caress one of Sehgo’s breasts. Kim had never felt anything so luscious and soft. The sweat around it only made it seem more pliable. The fat played about her hand. Kim had felt Shego’s body numerous times, though usually only through tense grappling and pitched combat. Now, with the other woman so fat that medical assistance had to be provided, she was given a new perspective on her rival. “I’m pretty good at making your life worse.” 

Shego gulped, no longer feeling as in control or sassy. She had seen Kim from many angles: whether standing over her triumphantly or the reverse, Shego had never had the perspective she did now. She licked her lips, wondering what they would taste like with greasy fast food Faux-Mexican. Further, she wondered what Kim’s hands might taste like with them holding it. “You. . .aaah. . .always were. . .the bessccht. . .at ruining things.” The heart monitor started to go wild. Shego shifted, feeling just a bit of pain. Her great belly, almost sea turtle shaped, flopped back and forth. “How about. . .BBBLLAARRUUP. . .you ruin. . .me?”

“Can do.”

--- Honeymoon at Home ---

“Now don’t worry a bit, Miss Go, you’ll be perfectly at home here!” Ann Possible said as she opened the door to the house. It had been scheduled to be renovated earlier that week, but the contracts had failed to come by. Rather than a triple wide door meant to accept Shego’s growing girth, the recently dismissed patient would be squeezing her bulk through what amounted to a mouse hole. None of the three women were upset at the prospect of seeing Shego try to fit her mass through the small door. Shego was especially excited. She tried to pick up her pace, but there was only so fast that a walker could move. She would lift the metal mobility assistor, then waddle two steps. She dripped sweat and grease the entire way. The trip from the hospital had been enough to cause sweat to start forming in her creases and crevices. “Now don’t strain yourself!” Ann cautioned her patient and daughter’s girlfriend. “We need you conscious for supper.” She treated Shego’s health the same way that a person might treat a sprained ankle. Given her extensive medical degrees, they might have had the same severity. 

“Jussccht. . .make sure. . .itsssch. . .good.” Shego smiled, enjoying the feeling of sweat trickling down her back, running between her naked asscheeks. Almost unimaginably fatter, she had grown by leaps and bounds in the hospital. Her meal plans were never followed, with always more filthy and fattening meals showing up in secret. She had been discharged nearly a month after her admittance, largely because the doctors were afraid of what might happen with her worsening condition. Shego grew fatter and weaker, her body rapidly deteriorating into a pile of fat and lust. Trained professionals had their oaths tested by the release and many favors from the Possible family had to be called in. Finally though, a 900 pound Shego had been allowed back into the world. The final favor had been letting her stay in her hospital gown. The world would be reintroduced to Shego, with her naked and wheezing. “Don’t. . .ooouuffh. . .get me. . .worked up. . .over. . .nothing.” She spluttered the words out, leaning on her walker more with each step. Naked asscheeks clapped behind her as the ruined hospital gown fluttered in the wind. Her stomach had grown so large that it was nearing the ground. 

“I wasn’t aware you could have eyes bigger than this thing,” Kim came up behind her girlfriend, hugging what she could reach of the sagging gut. Shego purred as her multiple folds were massaged and pinched. “How many truckloads can you really eat?” Shego tried to move, wanting to keep her momentum, but Kim held her in place. Shego had to work for every step, given that she might not walk soon after. Her pillar legs, feet without coverings, stomped in place. Though far heavier than her redheaded girlfriend, Shego needed to use all of her strength to keep standing. A bad move would see her spilling to the floor, luscious fat splatting over the pavement. Though faltering and often absent, her pride resurfaced enough to make her want to stand. There would be time for utter uselessness, but it was not now. For the moment, Shego would cough and wheeze, hoping her blood sugar did not drop much more.

“Kimmie. . .how about. . . you keep. . .your hands. . . to yourself.” Shego wobbled her ass, trying to keep her loving nuisance off of her sumptuous off of her folds. She stumbled, almost toppling over as the walker skittered over a rock. It was only by pure luck that Shego was able to stay standing. Her trembling hands gripped the softness of the mobility tool’s grips. Her heart thumped, pain spreading through her chest. “Tryin’ to. . .get in the house. . .at least.” Shego’s face was pale from exertion, but tinged with a horny blush. “Can’t a girl. . .get some. . .privacy.” 

“Didn’t want me to take the hands off approach this morning.” Kim snaked a hand under Shego’s gown and slapped her gut. “How’d you get this thing out of bed?” Shego gave a satisfied rumble finished with a belch. It had been a good morning, broken between attempts to move her and unabashed sex. Fat and pathetic as she was, it was even more hot to have such a beautiful woman fawning over her. Shego licked her lips, wondering how hard it would be to convince Ann to join in the fun. Gluttonous in all aspects, Shego would sample things without consideration for her future. Pleasure was immediate and hard hitting, meant to be indulged in until the last moment possible. 

“Kimmie, let your poor girlfriend breathe a bit!” Ann Possible stepped down from the door, offering a helping hand to Shego. Though the two were the same height, Shego was hunched over her walker. Fat and gravity pulled her mass towards the floor at all times. Ann put a steady hand on Sheogo’s forearm. It had become large and bloated, so fat that her wrists had completely disappeared. It was a tube of cream, which flowed down from her shoulders. Ann gave just a small tug, pulling Shego forward. The morbidly obese, nearly immobile woman agreed. She hobbled forward, clacking the metal walker on the cement walkway. Her body shuffled back and forth, lurching with gigantic jiggles. There were smaller undulations which followed after. Shego took up the entirety of the walkway with her bulk, constantly shoving it around. Ann’s hand tightened with each step, beyond charitable helpfulness. Shego knew the squeeze. The mother and daughter were so alike. Thrilled by her new patient, Ann Possible was going to make sure she received the best care. 

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“Hmmm, you know, I’m a little bit disappointed.” Kim sighed, plopping another nacho-rito onto Shego’s gut. The soggy tortilla wrap landed with a wet splat, refreshing the trails of messy grease leading down the former villain’s gut. The sack of dough seeped open like a budding flower, revealing the fattening food within. Shego’s mouth watered but her stomach begged her to stop. They had been at it for hours. Upon finally entering the house, Shego had been led to the couch where she was allowed to rest her aching body. Her hips filled the couch, her stomach flagging out under. She had been dressed in her hospital gown, but that had slid off as the feeding continued. Now, tired and clearly in the midst of a diabetic fit, Shego could hardly lift one of her arms. “Really thought you might be able to handle this tiny meal.” Kim was cute with how she referred to the feast. Beuno Nacho had never seen such a large order. It was fit to cater two full sized family reunions with food to spare. “You eat about as well as you fought.” Kim teased her lover. Shego, not to be outdone, lurched forward. Her upper body shifted along with her arms, but her heaving gut stayed put. Shego was pulled back down before her sausage fingers could reach the food.

“Not too much movement, want to make sure your heart stays plenty heavy!” The older woman was positioned behind the couch. Her graceful arms folded over the couch to touch the even plusher woman. Shego was as lumpy and immobile as any other couch. “Just keep it on your ‘plate’.” Ann toyed with the word, making quote marks with her fingers. 

“Doctor’s. . .HUURURRAAAALLAAUURRUP. . .ordersscch.” Shego said as she shrugged. Rather than try to sit up, Shego flopped her tired arms behind the food and started to drag it forward. It came on as a tide of meat and cheese, low quality but higher calorically than anything Shego had ever eaten. This was far from the meals she had treated herself to in the early days of her retirement. It was gutter food, fit only for pigs masquerading as humans. She loved it, though. The food slid up her gut, pushing her large breasts aside. Shego licked her lips, eager to stuff her body full of the sloppy food. Her chins accepted the offering first. Shego was panting as the food finally worked its way up into her mouth. Sustained activity of any kind was too much for the 900 pound woman. She opened her mouth, chins growing thicker as she did so. The food arrived in a heated, sweltering, heavenly mess. “Ooooohhnmgghp. . .howwsscch. . .BLLLLLAAARRAAAP. . .that. . .doc?” Shego ate, cheese and meat spilling endlessly from her mouth. 

“Just as prescribed!” Ann leaned down and pinched her newest patient’s cheek. 

“Too slow, I think!” Kim chimed in. she was quick to blast her girlfriend’s mouth with a half gallon of sugary soda. The sharp tastes and sugar made Shego shiver. The river of soda flowing into her open mouth would only further frustrate her diabetes. However, Shego had learned to love the highs and lows. Ann had insulin on tap and Kim loved injecting her with it. “Come on, She-grow, eat like you mean it.” 

“Thankssccch. . .BBBLUURRUUP. . .coasccch.” Shego mumbled. Whatever she might have said after was abridged by another calorie bomb. Rather than dump it on her chest, Kim shoved the extra stuffed soft taco into shego’s mouth. Thick nacho cheese ran from either side of Shego’s mouth, mimicking the sweat pouring off her body. Shego’s ass crushed the couch beneath it, rivers of perspiration coming together between her asscheeks. She chomped and spluttered through the meal, eating at the behest of her gluttony and her housemates. Kim and Ann were relentless, never letting Shego go without food for a couple seconds. Sometimes it was given directly to her and other times it was heaped upon her stomach for her to grasp at. Shego simply stuffed herself, forgetting aught else. There were no quips from her, no banter. She ate until she was rendered a panting mess on the couch. Her hair disheveled and naked body littered with stains and piles of food. Held on the precipice of a food coma, it was only Kim’s voice that kept her awake. 

“First meal down. Sleep it off, then we’ll see you again for dinner!” a pair of soft and succulent lips met with Shego’s cheek. Kim licked some of the food off. “You’ll have to finish off the leftovers. . .THEN we’ll move onto the real food!” She laughed, hugging her girlfriend’s sweat covered head. Kim pressed Shego’s head between her breasts. “If you can handle it.” 

“Come on. . .BWWWWUUUURRRUUUP. . .Kimmie. . .OOOORRRRUUUP. . .I can take. . .anything. . .you got.” Shego wheezed, before finally giving into the diabetic shock.