Reunion

You are introduced to the mansion by a butler, utterly impersonal and professional. He leads you to Her bedchamber, and you notice something strange. You distinctly remember it was on the second floor of the mansion, but he's leading you in a totally different direction. If you recall correctly, this is where the the guest room are, on the west wing of the ground floor. You spent some time there a few years ago, the last time you saw Her. Back in the day you remember spending a couple weeks enjoying the luxury of the mansion, and, of course, Her company. She was an amazing woman, as you recall, charismatic, caring, and occasionally, subtly sardonic. You also remember Her sweet tooth - hardly a day passed when She didn't spend the whole days snacking on sweets and topped it off with a gargantuan dinner. After a few, awkward moments of silence, you ask the butler why she changed her accommodations. Impassive as ever, he explains that climbing stairs became a problem, so She decided to move her bedroom to the ground floor. He then adds that a few renovation were required afterwards - tearing down a couple of walls to expand Her room into the two adjacent chambers, to fully accommodate her. This raises more questions than it answers, but he doesn't elaborate further. Finally, you reach a door. Well, more than a door it's a... portal? It's at least ten metres wide, a massive masterwork of mahogany that is as ostentatious in its carvings than it is in its size. Without a word, the butler pushes a button and the door swings open. Logical, you thought - it'd be a struggle to open it by hand.

And finally, inside, you see Her. At first it's hard to even recognise the form as a human being - her head is swallowed by a multitude of chins and framed by a cushion of fat growing from the back of her neck. Her arms fat droops down almost to the floor, and her sausage-fingered hands are half-buried in flab. Her legs are spread wide apart, but it's not like you could hope to see her privates - her belly covers them completely. Really, callying it a belly seems inaccurate - it is an ocean of lard that spreads several metres in front of her, forcing her legs to the side. Her breasts rest on top of it, barely covered by a thin bed-sheet. What would normally be a king-size sheet is barely wide enough to partly cover her nipples, and you have to wonder if this concession to modesty is even necessary. What you are looking at is not a pair of human breasts - it is a monstrosity that vaguely resemble a human chest.

She is lying on a massive cushion barely large enough to fully support Her,, and now you truly understand why the walls had to be demolished. Her hips stretch well beyond the borders of her room, spilling over into what had been the adjacent bedrooms. Furthermore, it's evident that the space was required for medical devices. The massive oxygen tank that feeds her cannula is surrounded by other, similar tanks, presumably to quickly replace it when the gas runs out. Something resembling a c-pap machine, or at least an oversized version of it, lies beside Her, presumably for when she needs to sleep. Diagnostic devices displaying data you can't even being to comprehend surround her, and a plethora of other machinery whose puprose you can't understand complete the picture. A conveyor belt circles around her, disappearing into the wall below, laden with all kinds of foods- most of which She grabs and swallows in record time leaving only empty plates.

Finally, through laboured, huffing breath, She manages a "Hello". You barely register that the butler has left the room and you are alone with Her. You are a loss at what to say. Words die in your mouth as you simultaneously want to comment on what you see and simultaneously hold back. "It's been a while" you manage to blurt out. She swallows a burger in a couple bites before responding. "Too long. I missed you." Every word out of Her mouth seems like a struggle. "But i have to admit" She has to stop to catch her breath "I have been enjoying myself in the meantime." You start to shiver. There's something so deeply unsettling a kind of body horror you didn't think possible. You scramble for an answer, but all you can think of cliched questions. The kind of things you'd ask to an old friend, not a monster which only incidentally resembles a human. "So, how have you been." She smiles, Her sardonic, mocking smile comes across even though all the flab surrounding her face. "Well, you know. I tried to keep in shape. Sticking to my diet, not being too sedentary." She takes a deep breath. "I care about my health, you know?" By know She's explicitly baiting you. She wants you to point out how much she's lying. She wants you to reveal how freaked out you are. You try to resist. "It's been going great, you know" she adds, before draining a soda bottle in a single gulp. "Come on, guess how much i lost in the last month." She smiles, again. There's no amount of fat that can hide the amusement on her face.

How do you react?