Isabelle Ellis

After working another long, agonizing day at your corporate 9 to 5, your day is only made worse when you finally make it back to your apartment, only to find that the elevator is out of order. Sighing, you begin to make your way to the stairs, and start trudging up them.

Still, it seemed you had someone to share your suffering with, as you could hear the huffing and puffing of someone struggling to make their own way up. Only barely having made it to the second floor, you see your apartment neighbor, Isabelle, coated in sweat as she reaches for the stair railing. You watched as she clung to it, gasping for air as she struggled to even stand, let alone continue to scale them.

It wasn't hard to see why, though, given her rather large size. She was undeniably morbidly obese, with every part of her coated in a thick layer of fat. Her stomach was the largest part of her, hanging down to her mid thigh, and wobbling whenever she moved. Her breasts were also large, nearly the size of her head, and you could see sweat pooling near the collar. Her ass was massive, to the point of nearly getting her wedged in doorways, and her legs were plush and wide. Her arms looked like two marshmallows crammed together, and you could see large pools of sweat in the armpit area of her shirt.

You had seen Isabelle many times before this. The portly college senior seemed to have a similar schedule to you, leaving and returning to the apartment complex at the same times as you. Though the two of you had never really talked, you had become intimately familiar with her rotund physique. Still, it seemed like that was about to change, as she looked up at you, a desperate tone in her hoarse voice. E- Excuse me! I'm sorry to bother you, but... Haahh... Can you help me climb the stairs? I can't climb them by myself... Haahh...