Kawakami's Healthy Relationship (Patreon)

Tags: Health issues, light slob, messy eating, stuffing, immobile, Persona 5

Sadayo Kawakami’s eyes fluttered open in a flurry of hurried activity. She gagged, sucking down oxygen from the breath mask around her face. Yet, besides her overtaxed heart, the rest of her moved with dulled torpor. Her heavy arms struggled to raise before toppling back upon the sides of her belly. Nearly a thousand pounds of former teacher lurched in the bed. A heavy, bloated arm weakly raised towards the ceiling before slapping back down onto other, ambiguous folds. She tried to rise one more time, but it was weaker than the first. She instead lay back down, panting and gasping. The Japanese teacher felt sweat running down her face, trickling into the deep canals that were her face rolls. Her pale body spread out before her, a continuous ocean of fat held in check only by the rails of the bariatric bed she lay upon. Atop that landscape lay an assortment of monitor stickies from which sprouted wires that in turn connected to various machines. Kawakami had thoroughly and heartily earned the condition “morbidly obese”. Her clammy, naked, doughy body was preserved only through the brilliance of the various doctors that worked on her tirelessly.

“Hey.” A calm, youthful voice sounded next to her. Kawakami turned her head slowly as she was spoken to. Her cheeks bunched up as her shoulder fat blocked progress. Her lips, wet with increased perspiration from her breathing mask, opened because of the pressure. Kawakami sucked air down, filling her tired lungs. Through her scrunched face she could see Joker, the man that had claimed her heart and ruined her body. Kawakami smiled. He sat on a chair near hers. By the sheen on his hands, he had been holding her own greasy paws during her most recent bout of unconsciousness. “Good to see you awake.” He spoke again, wry smile playing across his face. He spoke as if she had woken from a nap, rather than a catastrophic health episode.

“Hey. . .yourschelf.” The older woman wheezed. Her lips grew wetter as she spoke, sweat trickling down. The inside of her face mask was visibly misty. “Don’t you. . .know. . .issch bad. . .to interrupt a. . .sleeping woman.” Kawakami said, making light of her loss of consciousness. Whether heart palpitations, diabetic coma, or simply pure exhaustion from being half a ton in weight, Kawakami had dropped out of rational thought. It was but another part of the game for her. She smiled weakly as Joker put his hand to her fat face, moving her curly black hair away from her red cheeks. Ignoring the blaring of machines, he lifted off her face mask. Kawakami’s chest heaved harder, shaking her body with many small tremors. He leaned in, kissing her as tenderly as if she had come out of an afternoon nap. She sunk into the kiss, simply letting her muscles go and gravity work. Joker stiffened as he felt the full weight of her heavy cheeks and chin folds.

He continued kissing, his other hand moving to her stomach and playing with her obscenely large gut. Kawakami grew lightheaded without her oxygen and the rush of sensual pleasure spreading through her body. She fast further stimulated by Joker exploring her folds, hand plunging deeply into her rolls. She had not yet been given her sponge bath, so her folds were well lubricated with grease. His hand was utterly lost within the moist caves around her broad plain of stomach fat. When nurses sat her up for routine hygiene procedures, her stomach folded into 3 rolls. However, as she lay it was allowed to be a singular pool once more. Joker pinched and jiggled this pool of pale pudding, sending slow ripples through its expanse. Kawakami kissed as long as she was able, finally flopping back down in utter exhaustion. She coughed, vainly clutching the oxygen mask in a pudgy fist. Kawakami was too weak to put it back on, no matter how much she needed it.

“Too much?” Joker asked with a sly smile crossing his face. He tenderly put the mask back on her face. Kawakami did nothing besides breathe, sucking down oxygenated air with the desperation of a high altitude climber. Though, she did not take her eyes off of his smile. It was the same sexually satisfied smile that he had worn through half a hundred health scares and too many feedings to count. Though loath to admit it, Kawakami would do anything for that look, even plunge herself towards the infinite abyss. She had taken her health up to the line for that smile, against the begging and pleading of her own rationality.

“Jussscht. . .hooooo. . .not. . .good enough.” Kawakami retorted. Her dry nature was not impeded by the laborious wheezing that punctuated her words. Her chest rose and fell like a maid shaking out a rug. Brevity was the soul of her wit, but also a mechanism to protect her against coughing fits. The weight of her breasts abridged her lung capacity. The gigantic melons bobbled back and forth, held in place by two pillows on either side. Kawakami liked seeing them listing back and forth, flopping over top of the barriers meant to keep them in place. She was confined, but always in a state of nearly breaking out. Even the bed beneath her struggled. Her ass was a titanic wall of fat, each cheek able to crush three chairs at once. Though, most furniture was safe. There was little to fear from a woman who could no longer stand under her own power. Simply moving too much or even general excitement would overpower her heart and send her into a cardiac spiral. Thus, the bariatric bed became her throne; the only thing with enough freakish power to hold her unhealthy, sweaty mass. “Needsch more. . .practish.” Kawakami continued prodding Joker, always giving as good as she got.

Joker leaned over his wheezing, diabetic, asthmatic wife. The machines monitoring her blood pressure and insulin levels beeped at their usual warning levels. The former highschool teacher turned perma-patient was never within acceptable levels. Much like her love life, “health” to her was abnormal. The more she thought about her life, the more she realized that every part of it was touched by that abnormality. She not only lived in it, she thrived in it. Joker had been the one to bring that out of her. “If only I had a teacher.” He said, voice slightly above a whisper.

“Scchtuuck. . .OOOORRRRUUUPP. . .wisscch a. . .pig. . .though.” Kawakami belched again, deep and low. She stopped, having to catch her breath. Her head slumped forward again, seemingly drifting into unconsciousness. Joker started forward, worried that he might have to call the nurses again. However, at his touch, Kawakami perked back up again. “Schoorry. . .need. . .ooorrrup. . .food.”

“I can manage that.” Joker’s confidence reasserted itself quickly.

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“Mmmppgggh. . .HOORRRRUUPPP. . .more. . .schpascche here.” Kawkakmi wheezed, slapping a free patch of fat just to the left of her breast. She had recovered enough to eat. Kawakami had traded her oxygen mask for nasal tubing and quiet wheezing for loud gorging. As with all her health catastrophes, she was granted a surge of energy hours later. She applied that surge to eating, intimacy with her husband, or both. In this case, it was just eating. Greed sprung upon the gigantic Japanese woman and she surrendered to it fully. Kawakami was hanging low over her food, hands working like excavators and her many chins as a ramp. She would decide on what to eat next and scoop it towards her mouth. Food was piled upon her gut, grease, condiments, and sauce trailing down her body. Her sagging breasts defined the field of play, with all food piled between them. Her bare body was littered with hills of sugary, greasy treats; all waiting to be sacrificed to her mountainous maw. “Huuuuff. . .hurry up. . .kind of. . .MMGGGPAAH. . .bad. . .to be. . .ssccchhhuuurrrpp. . .beat by a. . .fat woman.” She wheezed the words out, voice thickened by the press of rolls and food in her mouth.

“It’s the one race you can still win.” Joke was always glad that Kawakami had kept her wit and sarcastic demeanor. It was one of the few things he would not have traded for her weight. Now, a mass of fat and nearly fatal health issues, Kawakami’s personality was even more attractive. “Now back to eating. Save your strength for that.” Her marshaled her towards further gluttony. Kawakami obeyed, knowing he was right. While invigorated now, her strength could give out at any moment. As the sodium, sugar, and other health contaminents built up her propensity for crashing rose. She would maybe feel woozy from too much sugar or the telltale numbness from a heart attack. However, that was a problem for her in the future. Right now she had to concentrate on disgusting gluttony. Fighting with her breasts, Kawakami rose her curtain like arms and pulled in more food. The room was filled with squelching as the grease soaked food smooshed against her rolls. Her mouth opened wide, almost knocking her nasal tubing free. Kawakami persisted, gorging and nosing her way through the food like a true sow. Tired and bereft of muscle, her arms slackened and slumped down. Free space opened up on her gut and Joker dumped the food down. To heighten both of their pleasures, he allowed it to splat onto her gut. She laughed, enjoying the feeling of the food hitting home.

The happy feasting continued unabridged until, without warning, Kawakami swooned. Her body slumped forward as much as it was able, arms going lip. Joker started, but relaxed as he realized she was still conscious and breathing. “Jussccht. . .tired.” Kawakami said, using the most recent mountain of food as a pillow. “Feed me?” She said, wheezing with excitement. She had stuffed herself to physical exhaustion, but her stomach was still more than willing. Few things other than total unconsciousness could stop her. Joker considered the monitors behind her vast bulk for a moment, making sure that there was not some sort of sneaky concern. When satisfied, he leaned down and scooped food up. Kawakami ate, slurping and licking at her husband’s palm. “Mmmmppggh. . .BBBBBLLLURRRUUUUP. . .you. . .HOORRUUP. . .need to. . .work out. . .ffuuh. . .more.” Kawakami noted Joker’s shaking arm. He was struggling holding both the food and her flabby chins. She chortled, stopping when she swooned again. The morbidly obese woman was coming closer to losing all her strength. She would need to rest again.

“I could use some tips, got any?” Joker turned the question back to Kawakami. The large woman rolled her eyes before continuing to eat. She would think of a comeback later when she had forced all the energy from her body. There would be plenty of time to be clever when her myriad of health issues compounded into a necessary rest. For the moment, all she need do was eat. The immobile, naked woman let her husband feed her. She grew more sloppy with each bite, feeling woozy but playing it up. It was her own way of teasing Joker. Baiting out sympathy and care from false alarms. She would then laugh and go back to eating, sucking any and all food out of his hand.