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Isabelle, her roommate, has a money problem. Isabelle isn't afraid to use Felicia's weight problem to solve her money problem. And with enough money Felicia's weight can no longer be a problem...", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Felicia has a weight problem. Isabelle, her roommate, has a money problem. Isabelle isn't afraid to use Felicia's weight problem to solve her money problem. And with enough money Felicia's weight can no longer be a problem...", "writing": "\tFelicia and Isabelle lived in a small studio apartment together. Things were mostly ok, aside from the fact that Felicia was closing in on 500 pounds and moving around her was getting… difficult for Isabelle. She took up most of the space on the bed, and barely fit through doors and tight walkways if she turned sideways. They needed to move to a bigger apartment. The problem was they were both too poor to afford the move or higher rent.\n\n\tThat was when an idea struck Isabelle. She sent an application out to a TV station for one of those ‘my 500 pound life’ shows. It was really a joke at first. The email was titled ‘Pilot for My 500 lb roommate’ and she didn’t expect more than a ‘thank you for inquiring’ type email. Somebody at the channel took the bait however. Isabelle negotiated a contract and filming was set to start as soon as Felicia signed off.\n\n\tFelicia, however, was… rather upset. She didn’t wanna be on one of those embarrassing reality TV shows! Millions of people seeing how disgustingly fat she was. Pigging out on meal after meal. Showing the world just how big of a slobby piggy she was. Her face flushed bright red (well brighter red than usual) at the thought. \n\n\tIsabelle was quite adamant though. She had already signed the deal herself. She was a good negotiator, and the studio seemed really eager to get this show going. They would pay for all expenses during the filming, as well as a one time bonus if the pilot took off. That meant all the food Felicia wanted. She jiggled Felicia’s portly tummy which was pressing into her desk even with the chair blocking the small hallway her desk was placed in. “Plus.” Isabelle said. “If the pilot takes off, the bonus will be enough to move to a bigger apartment!” Felicia’s tummy growled.\n\n\tStill Felicia was hesitant. She was worried about looking bad, about people making fun of her. Isabelle took her chubby face in her hands and squished. “Don’t you worry.” She said in a sugary sweet voice. “We’ll make you the prettiest piggy in the world.” Isabelle smiled at the anxious Felicia. Under the pressure if Isabelle’s gaze and with the promise of all the food she wanted she relented.\n\n\tShe signed the paper, digitally of course. Isabelle grinned wide and slapped her hands together. “Great!” She exclaimed. “Now there’s a lot of work to do~” She wheeled Felicia’s chair with her in it to the bathroom. Felicia’s fat sides squished against the frame of the door in protest. Felicia had taken to rolling around in the chair with her feet instead of walking lately, so she was used to this at least. “Filming crews will be here soon.” Isabelle said as she prepared a bath. “I did say they wanted to start as soon as you signed after all.” There was a whimsy in her voice that said she was going to enjoy this all too much. Felicia fiddled nervously with her hands in her chair in the all too cramped bathroom. \n\n\tCleaning Felicia was easy, she was already almost naked most of the time. It took a bit of leverage against Isabelle to get her out of her chair and some leaning on counters to get her underwear off (which Isabelle had to hold her nose for). Felicia’s fat rippled and spilled down her, used to being supported by the poor arms of the chair. With help she stepped into the tub, huffing and puffing from the effort of standing. “God Isabelle can you hurry up.” Felicia said between breaths. “It’s hard for me to stand like this you know.”\n\n\tIsabelle hummed a song to herself as she took a sponge to all the nooks and crevices of Felicia’s porkish body. “I know its hard dear, but I’m afraid if I let you sit in the tub we’ll need a lift from the film crew to get you back out! Though now that I say that that might make for a good opening shot for the show...” Isabelle paused her washing to consider this. Felicia in a panic said “OKAY OKAY I GET IT I’LL STAND.” Isabelle giggled and Felicia’s fat jiggled. \n\n\tFelicia’s meaty thighs were a lot to grab and wash. It had taken five minutes for each leg, and Felicia was really suffering. Isabelle hadn’t washed her upper body yet, but it was dripping with sweat from the effort of holding her huge body up. Felicia leaned against the wall with her hands and panted. “Can’t we-” huff “just” huff “Use the-” huff “shower?” She asked between exhausted breaths. \n\n\t“Now now dear.” Isabelle chastised. “I promised you’d be a clean piggy.” She gripped a hunk of fat she hadn’t cleaned yet and it came back with sweat. “Besides, you haven’t taken a bath or a shower in months. The smell when we were in bed together was...” Isabelle shuddered. With pleasure or disgust Felicia couldn’t tell, but she could guess. “Well lets just say you don’t want the film crew getting a whiff of that.” She continued her washing, it was getting easier now that she was on to the smoother surface of Felicia’s giant hanging belly. Felicia leaned against the wall, which noticeably bent against her. \n\n\tWhen they were done with the bath there was a knock at the door. Isabelle helped Felicia back into her chair and managed to get some underwear on before the second knock came. “You’ll have to do the rest.” She smiled at the naked ball of blubber spilling out of the chair in various ways. Felicia’s face was red. Isabelle turned around before leaving. “And don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” She said reassuringly, tossing one of her XXXL shirts at her and closing the bathroom door.\n\n\tFelicia heard the conversation through the flimsy bathroom door. “Hi, sorry for the wait, come on in. Oh hey the delivery is here too!” Isabelle said. There was a commotion of people entering the house. The host, a thin woman named Eleanor, spoke with a haughty tone of derision. “Alright, where is the subject matter.”\n\n\t“She’s in the bathroom finishing getting ready.” Isabelle said. There was a rustle of plastic bags as food from the delivery was brought in to the kitchen.\n\n\t“That’s alright, we’ll start with the interview with you then.” Eleanor said. Felicia could hear them get out some chairs. “Lets get some makeup on you, Charlie you fix the lighting in here, its really dark.” She heard Isabelle apologize. “Sorry about that, Felicia prefers the dark.”\n\n\tEleanor’s laugh came off just as haughty and holier than thou as her voice. “Of course she does. Alright I think we can start. Tell me Isabelle, what is it like living with your 500 pound roommate?”\n\n\t“Well, usually a few times a day I have to answer the door for these.” Felicia heard the bags of food she hadn’t ordered rustle. “Usually like a hundred dollars of fast food. None of it is for me of course. It’s all for Felicia. Honestly it generates a lot of trash, but at least I don’t have to do the dishes.”\n\n\t“And you’re saying she does this multiple times a day?” It sounded like Eleanor was looking through the bags. She could just imagine what Isabelle had gotten for her. Her stomach growled.\n\n\t“Yup. She was actually somewhere around my weight when we moved in together. At some point she just got addicted to getting fast food.” Felicia was gonna kill Isabelle for this she could tell.\n\n\t“This is a small apartment, does she take up a lot of space?” Eleanor asked.\n\n\t“Yeah, once she got over 400 I really started to notice. The bed we share was getting smaller for me, she stopped walking around as much, just scooting from place to place on her chair.” Isabelle said. Felicia put her hands in her face in embarrassment.\n\n\t“So you share the bed. What’s that like?” Eleanor asked. \n\n\t“Well...” Isabelle began. \n\n\t“Don’t be shy now, give us all the details.” It sounded like Eleanor was hungry to know, had they rehearsed this? Felicia’s thoughts ran wild.\n\n\t“Well the worst part is the smell. She bathed just now but the last time she showered was over a month ago. And truth be told she has a hard time getting all the nooks and cranny’s on her own. Even after showering if the right fat fold gets exposed against the fan… Well safe to say it smells.” God damn it Isabelle, Felicia thought. It sounded like Isabelle was into this.\n\n\t“Awful, just awful. Do you think she’s ready?” Oh no, Felicia thought at Eleanor’s statement. She hadn’t even tried to start putting the shirt Isabelle had given her. Too distracted by the questions. She ‘hurried’ as fast as a 500 pound person could. She was struggling to raise her arms over her head when the bathroom door opened and the film crew caught her half naked struggling with the shirt.\n\n\t“Oh Felicia...” Isabelle sighed. “She’s been having trouble like this more lately too.” Isabelle moved to help her put the shirt on. Felicia screamed and kicked her legs. “Aw its ok dear.” Isabelle pat her head and spoke to her like she was a child. “I know its hard for you. If you need help don’t be afraid to ask!” \n\n\t“Truly heartwarming.” Eleanor said. “You really do care for her.”\n\n\t“Of course!” Isabelle said with a grin. “She is a dear friend, just lost control of herself a bit.” Isabelle pat Felicia’s belly, which was only partially covered by the XXXL shirt. The part that hung out over the edge of the chair jiggled. \n\n\tIsabelle wheeled her to her desk where her feast was waiting. Felicia froze. Was the film crew going to film her the whole time? She thought in a panic. Her stomach let out an audible grumble in protest of these thoughts. \n\n\t“Do you need me to help you dear?” Isabelle asked. “Here it’s no problem.” She grabbed a burger and unwrapped it. Stuffing it into Felicia’s mouth. Felicia moaned against her will. She had expended so many calories being cleaned. Isabelle let her take over that burger and she began to unwrap the rest. \n\n\tFelicia went into a haze, forgetting the camera crew and Eleanor for a moment as she shoved burger after burger into her mouth. She moved on to the fries and the nuggets. Ate a few chicken sandwiches. Even had the two fish sandwiches Isabelle had bought for variety. She sucked down the four extra large cola’s Isabelle had gotten as a drink for her as well. When she was done she was covered in sauces and grease. The chair groaned as she leaned back and gave out a window shaking belch.\n\n\t“BuuuuaaaaAAAAARRRRRRRP.” Felicia said. The belch brought her back to reality. Her shirt had ridden up her gut, exposing it completely. Her hands rested on it and massaged it automatically with pudgy fingers. A mix of ketchup, mustard, and barbecue sauce encrusted the edges of her mouth and ran down her face and down her neck, staining the shirt she wore (more than it had already been stained)\n\n\tIsabelle’s face was one of satisfaction. Eleanor’s face was one of shock, horror, and greed. They both knew they had found a gold mine. At least for a season. Felicia was frozen in that moment. The film crew’s camera’s zoomed in on her massive gut that pressed against her desk and hung from her chair. They panned over her thighs which had imprints from where the arms of the chair dug into them. They also spilled out over the sides of the chair. They returned to her greasy pudgy fingers and panned up to her face. The chair groaned one final time and a loud crack rang out through the small apartment. The chair fell to the floor, Felicia with it. The apartment shuddered under the weight.\n\n\tIsabelle ran over to check to see if she was ok. She helped Felicia sit up on the bed at least. As if her embarrassment wasn’t complete, her bowels rumbled. Pressure mounting Felicia had to ask Isabelle. “Could you help me to the bathroom. I don’t know if I can make it without my chair.” Isabelle face lit up again.\n\n\tIsabelle walked in front of her, holding her hands and guiding her to the restroom. The film crew followed, it was extremely embarrassing. “They aren’t going to film me while I go are they?” She whispered to Isabelle. \n\n\t“Of course dear, part of the appeal of these shows is the gross out factor.” Isabelle said. Felicia groaned and whined. \n\n\tIt was cramped in the bathroom with the film crew barely able to squeeze in with Isabelle and Felicia. There was a thud and a strained noise as Felicia sat down on the toilet after Isabelle helped pull her panties down. She looked away from the camera, wondering if she’d even be able to go with them watching. Her guts answered her, groaning and rumbling until a loud fart reverberated audibly from her backside.\n\t\n\tThe stress noise from earlier when she sat down returned and grew louder until the sound of ceramic breaking and water flowing occurred. Everyone in the room panicked as the toiler broke under the stress of Felicia. Isabelle scrambled to turn off the water, then pick Felicia up off the toilet. She made sure the ceramic hadn’t cut her, which miraculously it hadn’t and then escorted her out of the room and onto a towel. Felicia sat there with her head in her hands.\n\n\tEleanor marveled at the mess. “In all my years of hosting these shows...” She mumbled. “We got that on camera right?” The film crew nodded. “Perfect.” She turned to Isabelle who was moving to clean up the mess. “You are one lucky girl. The studio will pay for the damages. And all the food she wants. People are gonna eat this up.”\n\n\tAfter the crew had left Isabelle sat and marveled at the credit card from the studio Eleanor had given her. Felicia stared too, more in horror though. “Does this mean they’re going to film more?” She asked nervously.\n\n\tIsabelle shrugged. “Probably yes, I think this means Eleanor thinks the pilot is going to be a success.” There was a knock at the door. Felicia looked at Isabelle. “Just the food love.” She pat Felicia’s head as she went to the door and licked her lips. “God I’m starving.” \n\n\tFelicia didn’t miss that comment. “You got food for you too? You never do that.”\n\n\tIsabelle shrugged and brought a modest (in comparison to Felicia’s meal) meal to her desk. “It was too expensive before, but with this.” She flashed the card. “I never have to worry about food again. I’m sure the studio wont even notice one extra dish on each of these orders.” She jiggled Felicia’s tum. “They’ll be too distracted by the huge amounts you usually get. And hey, once that pilot episode check is cashed we can get a bigger place too! It’ll be nice to be able to spread out finally. Might even be able to get separate beds!”\n\n\tFelicia’s tummy growled. “How am I going to eat without a chair?”\n\n\t“Oh right, well I took care of that too, should be here in a few hours.” Isabelle said. Another knock came at the door. “Speak of the devil.” She got up to wheel in a massive chair. “Holds up to 600 pounds the manufacturer said. Wasn’t cheap.” The chair barely fit into the small hallway her desk was in. It was as wide as two chairs. There was another knock at the door. “Oh, the diapers must be here too!” Isabelle said gleefully.\n\n\t“The what now???” Felicia exclaimed.\n\n\t“The specially made XXXXL diapers! For you silly. Plumbers wont be here to fix the toilet for a few days so you need something to go in.” Isabelle hauled in the gigantic package.\n\n\t“Isabelle that’s enough diapers for more than just a few days.” Felicia noted.\n\n\tIsabelle giggled and grinned. “Well I just thought you might end up liking not having to struggle to get up to go to the bathroom. And it’ll free up some time for me! Since I wont have to help you get out of your chair all the time.”\n\n\tFelicia noticed a smaller package of diapers. “And those?” She pointed.\n\n\tIsabelle just kicked them under her desk and out of sight. “Don’t worry about those haha.” Isabelle said, shifting her eyes suspiciously. “I mean I still need to go too sometimes...” \n\n\t“Anyway.” Isabelle diverted the subject. “Lay on the bed. It’s gonna be a struggle to get this one on you.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tFelicia and Isabelle lived in a small studio apartment together. Things were mostly ok, aside from the fact that Felicia was closing in on 500 pounds and moving around her was getting… difficult for Isabelle. She took up most of the space on the bed, and barely fit through doors and tight walkways if she turned sideways. They needed to move to a bigger apartment. The problem was they were both too poor to afford the move or higher rent.

\tThat was when an idea struck Isabelle. She sent an application out to a TV station for one of those ‘my 500 pound life’ shows. It was really a joke at first. The email was titled ‘Pilot for My 500 lb roommate’ and she didn’t expect more than a ‘thank you for inquiring’ type email. Somebody at the channel took the bait however. Isabelle negotiated a contract and filming was set to start as soon as Felicia signed off.

\tFelicia, however, was… rather upset. She didn’t wanna be on one of those embarrassing reality TV shows!  Millions of people seeing how disgustingly fat she was. Pigging out on meal after meal. Showing the world just how big of a slobby piggy she was. Her face flushed bright red (well brighter red than usual) at the thought.

\tIsabelle was quite adamant though. She had already signed the deal herself. She was a good negotiator, and the studio seemed really eager to get this show going. They would pay for all expenses during the filming, as well as a one time bonus if the pilot took off. That meant all the food Felicia wanted. She jiggled Felicia’s portly tummy which was pressing into her desk even with the chair blocking the small hallway her desk was placed in. “Plus.” Isabelle said. “If the pilot takes off, the bonus will be enough to move to a bigger apartment!” Felicia’s tummy growled.

\tStill Felicia was hesitant. She was worried about looking bad, about people making fun of her. Isabelle took her chubby face in her hands and squished. “Don’t you worry.” She said in a sugary sweet voice. “We’ll make you the prettiest piggy in the world.” Isabelle smiled at the anxious Felicia. Under the pressure if Isabelle’s gaze and with the promise of all the food she wanted she relented.

\tShe signed the paper, digitally of course. Isabelle grinned wide and slapped her hands together. “Great!” She exclaimed. “Now there’s a lot of work to do~” She wheeled Felicia’s chair with her in it to the bathroom. Felicia’s fat sides squished against the frame of the door in protest. Felicia had taken to rolling around in the chair with her feet instead of walking lately, so she was used to this at least. “Filming crews will be here soon.” Isabelle said as she prepared a bath. “I did say they wanted to start as soon as you signed after all.” There was a whimsy in her voice that said she was going to enjoy this all too much. Felicia fiddled nervously with her hands in her chair in the all too cramped bathroom.

\tCleaning Felicia was easy, she was already almost naked most of the time. It took a bit of leverage against Isabelle to get her out of her chair and some leaning on counters to get her underwear off (which Isabelle had to hold her nose for). Felicia’s fat rippled and spilled down her, used to being supported by the poor arms of the chair. With help she stepped into the tub, huffing and puffing from the effort of standing. “God Isabelle can you hurry up.” Felicia said between breaths. “It’s hard for me to stand like this you know.”

\tIsabelle hummed a song to herself as she took a sponge to all the nooks and crevices of Felicia’s porkish body. “I know its hard dear, but I’m afraid if I let you sit in the tub we’ll need a lift from the film crew to get you back out! Though now that I say that that might make for a good opening shot for the show...” Isabelle paused her washing to consider this. Felicia in a panic said “OKAY OKAY I GET IT I’LL STAND.” Isabelle giggled and Felicia’s fat jiggled.

\tFelicia’s meaty thighs were a lot to grab and wash. It had taken five minutes for each leg, and Felicia was really suffering. Isabelle hadn’t washed her upper body yet, but it was dripping with sweat from the effort of holding her huge body up. Felicia leaned against the wall with her hands and panted. “Can’t we-” huff “just” huff “Use the-” huff “shower?” She asked between exhausted breaths.

\t“Now now dear.” Isabelle chastised. “I promised you’d be a clean piggy.” She gripped a hunk of fat she hadn’t cleaned yet and it came back with sweat. “Besides, you haven’t taken a bath or a shower in months. The smell when we were in bed together was...” Isabelle shuddered. With pleasure or disgust Felicia couldn’t tell, but she could guess. “Well lets just say you don’t want the film crew getting a whiff of that.” She continued her washing, it was getting easier now that she was on to the smoother surface of Felicia’s giant hanging belly. Felicia leaned against the wall, which noticeably bent against her.

\tWhen they were done with the bath there was a knock at the door. Isabelle helped Felicia back into her chair and managed to get some underwear on before the second knock came. “You’ll have to do the rest.” She smiled at the naked ball of blubber spilling out of the chair in various ways. Felicia’s face was red. Isabelle turned around before leaving. “And don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” She said reassuringly, tossing one of her XXXL shirts at her and closing the bathroom door.

\tFelicia heard the conversation through the flimsy bathroom door. “Hi, sorry for the wait, come on in. Oh hey the delivery is here too!” Isabelle said. There was a commotion of people entering the house. The host, a thin woman named Eleanor, spoke with a haughty tone of derision. “Alright, where is the subject matter.”

\t“She’s in the bathroom finishing getting ready.” Isabelle said. There was a rustle of plastic bags as food from the delivery was brought in to the kitchen.

\t“That’s alright, we’ll start with the interview with you then.” Eleanor said. Felicia could hear them get out some chairs. “Lets get some makeup on you, Charlie you fix the lighting in here, its really dark.” She heard Isabelle apologize. “Sorry about that, Felicia prefers the dark.”

\tEleanor’s laugh came off just as haughty and holier than thou as her voice. “Of course she does.  Alright I think we can start. Tell me Isabelle, what is it like living with your 500 pound roommate?”

\t“Well, usually a few times a day I have to answer the door for these.” Felicia heard the bags of food she hadn’t ordered rustle. “Usually like a hundred dollars of fast food. None of it is for me of course. It’s all for Felicia. Honestly it generates a lot of trash, but at least I don’t have to do the dishes.”

\t“And you’re saying she does this multiple times a day?” It sounded like Eleanor was looking through the bags. She could just imagine what Isabelle had gotten for her. Her stomach growled.

\t“Yup. She was actually somewhere around my weight when we moved in together. At some point she just got addicted to getting fast food.” Felicia was gonna kill Isabelle for this she could tell.

\t“This is a small apartment, does she take up a lot of space?” Eleanor asked.

\t“Yeah, once she got over 400 I really started to notice. The bed we share was getting smaller for me, she stopped walking around as much, just scooting from place to place on her chair.” Isabelle said. Felicia put her hands in her face in embarrassment.

\t“So you share the bed. What’s that like?” Eleanor asked.

\t“Well...” Isabelle began.

\t“Don’t be shy now, give us all the details.” It sounded like Eleanor was hungry to know, had they rehearsed this? Felicia’s thoughts ran wild.

\t“Well the worst part is the smell. She bathed just now but the last time she showered was over a month ago. And truth be told she has a hard time getting all the nooks and cranny’s on her own. Even after showering if the right fat fold gets exposed against the fan… Well safe to say it smells.” God damn it Isabelle, Felicia thought. It sounded like Isabelle was into this.

\t“Awful, just awful. Do you think she’s ready?” Oh no, Felicia thought at Eleanor’s statement. She hadn’t even tried to start putting the shirt Isabelle had given her. Too distracted by the questions. She ‘hurried’ as fast as a 500 pound person could. She was struggling to raise her arms over her head when the bathroom door opened and the film crew caught her half naked struggling with the shirt.

\t“Oh Felicia...” Isabelle sighed.  “She’s been having trouble like this more lately too.” Isabelle moved to help her put the shirt on. Felicia screamed and kicked her legs. “Aw its ok dear.” Isabelle pat her head and spoke to her like she was a child. “I know its hard for you. If you need help don’t be afraid to ask!”

\t“Truly heartwarming.” Eleanor said. “You really do care for her.”

\t“Of course!” Isabelle said with a grin. “She is a dear friend, just lost control of herself a bit.” Isabelle pat Felicia’s belly, which was only partially covered by the XXXL shirt. The part that hung out over the edge of the chair jiggled.

\tIsabelle wheeled her to her desk where her feast was waiting. Felicia froze. Was the film crew going to film her the whole time? She thought in a panic. Her stomach let out an audible grumble in protest of these thoughts.

\t“Do you need me to help you dear?” Isabelle asked. “Here it’s no problem.” She grabbed a burger and unwrapped it. Stuffing it into Felicia’s mouth. Felicia moaned against her will. She had expended so many calories being cleaned. Isabelle let her take over that burger and she began to unwrap the rest.

\tFelicia went into a haze, forgetting the camera crew and Eleanor for a moment as she shoved burger after burger into her mouth. She moved on to the fries and the nuggets. Ate a few chicken sandwiches. Even had the two fish sandwiches Isabelle had bought for variety. She sucked down the four extra large cola’s Isabelle had gotten as a drink for her as well. When she was done she was covered in sauces and grease. The chair groaned as she leaned back and gave out a window shaking belch.

\t“BuuuuaaaaAAAAARRRRRRRP.” Felicia said. The belch brought her back to reality. Her shirt had ridden up her gut, exposing it completely. Her hands rested on it and massaged it automatically with pudgy fingers. A mix of ketchup, mustard, and barbecue sauce encrusted the edges of her mouth and ran down her face and down her neck, staining the shirt she wore (more than it had already been stained)

\tIsabelle’s face was one of satisfaction. Eleanor’s face was one of shock, horror, and greed. They both knew they had found a gold mine. At least for a season. Felicia was frozen in that moment. The film crew’s camera’s zoomed in on her massive gut that pressed against her desk and hung from her chair. They panned over her thighs which had imprints from where the arms of the chair dug into them. They also spilled out over the sides of the chair. They returned to her greasy pudgy fingers and panned up to her face. The chair groaned one final time and a loud crack rang out through the small apartment. The chair fell to the floor, Felicia with it. The apartment shuddered under the weight.

\tIsabelle ran over to check to see if she was ok. She helped Felicia sit up on the bed at least. As if her embarrassment wasn’t complete, her bowels rumbled. Pressure mounting Felicia had to ask  Isabelle. “Could you help me to the bathroom. I don’t know if I can make it without my chair.” Isabelle face lit up again.

\tIsabelle walked in front of her, holding her hands and guiding her to the restroom. The film crew followed, it was extremely embarrassing. “They aren’t going to film me while I go are they?” She whispered to Isabelle.

\t“Of course dear, part of the appeal of these shows is the gross out factor.” Isabelle said. Felicia groaned and whined.

\tIt was cramped in the bathroom with the film crew barely able to squeeze in with Isabelle and Felicia. There was a thud and a strained noise as Felicia sat down on the toilet after Isabelle helped pull her panties down. She looked away from the camera, wondering if she’d even be able to go with them watching. Her guts answered her, groaning and rumbling until a loud fart reverberated audibly from her backside.
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\tThe stress noise from earlier when she sat down returned and grew louder until the sound of ceramic breaking and water flowing occurred. Everyone in the room panicked as the toiler broke under the stress of Felicia. Isabelle scrambled to turn off the water, then pick Felicia up off the toilet. She made sure the ceramic hadn’t cut her, which miraculously it hadn’t and then escorted her out of the room and onto a towel. Felicia sat there with her head in her hands.

\tEleanor marveled at the mess. “In all my years of hosting these shows...” She mumbled. “We got that on camera right?” The film crew nodded. “Perfect.” She turned to Isabelle who was moving to clean up the mess. “You are one lucky girl. The studio will pay for the damages. And all the food she wants. People are gonna eat this up.”

\tAfter the crew had left Isabelle sat and marveled at the credit card from the studio Eleanor had given her. Felicia stared too, more in horror though. “Does this mean they’re going to film more?” She asked nervously.

\tIsabelle shrugged. “Probably yes, I think this means Eleanor thinks the pilot is going to be a success.” There was a knock at the door. Felicia looked at Isabelle. “Just the food love.” She pat Felicia’s head as she went to the door and licked her lips. “God I’m starving.”

\tFelicia didn’t miss that comment. “You got food for you too? You never do that.”

\tIsabelle shrugged and brought a modest (in comparison to Felicia’s meal) meal to her desk. “It was too expensive before, but with this.” She flashed the card. “I never have to worry about food again. I’m sure the studio wont even notice one extra dish on each of these orders.” She jiggled Felicia’s tum. “They’ll be too distracted by the huge amounts you usually get. And hey, once that pilot episode check is cashed we can get a bigger place too! It’ll be nice to be able to spread out finally. Might even be able to get separate beds!”

\tFelicia’s tummy growled. “How am I going to eat without a chair?”

\t“Oh right, well I took care of that too, should be here in a few hours.” Isabelle said. Another knock came at the door. “Speak of the devil.” She got up to wheel in a massive chair. “Holds up to 600 pounds the manufacturer said. Wasn’t cheap.” The chair barely fit into the small hallway her desk was in. It was as wide as two chairs. There was another knock at the door. “Oh, the diapers must be here too!” Isabelle said gleefully.

\t“The what now???” Felicia exclaimed.

\t“The specially made XXXXL diapers! For you silly. Plumbers wont be here to fix the toilet for a few days so you need something to go in.” Isabelle hauled in the gigantic package.

\t“Isabelle that’s enough diapers for more than just a few days.” Felicia noted.

\tIsabelle giggled and grinned. “Well I just thought you might end up liking not having to struggle to get up to go to the bathroom. And it’ll free up some time for me! Since I wont have to help you get out of your chair all the time.”

\tFelicia noticed a smaller package of diapers. “And those?” She pointed.

\tIsabelle just kicked them under her desk and out of sight. “Don’t worry about those haha.” Isabelle said, shifting her eyes suspiciously. “I mean I still need to go too sometimes...”

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