At the end of this story, Aisha had transformed into an extraordinary figure of extreme and unusual beauty, marked by a majestic and almost mythical presence. She had reached an astonishing weight, well beyond any conventional limit, likely exceeding a thousand pounds. To bear her extreme girth and enhance her otherworldly appearance, she was always adorned in the finest silken robes, elaborately embroidered with intricate patterns and precious gems, wrapping around her in a way that accentuated the fullness of her body.

Her age was now in her early twenties, but she looked older due to the immense changes her body had undergone. Her face had filled out into a perfect, round moon shape, radiating a strange, ethereal beauty. Her cheeks were plump and rosy, and her eyes, though partially obscured by her burgeoning facial features, still sparkled with a mix of contentment and a shadow of the determination she once had. Her lips were full and perpetually moist, often stained with the remnants of her most recent indulgence.

Despite her massive size, her skin remained smooth and flawless, thanks to the meticulous care of the palace servants who slathered her with aromatic oils. Her hair stayed lush and glossy, often styled elaborately by Selene, who diligently attended to every aspect of her sister’s appearance.

Aisha’s lifestyle had settled into one of constant indulgence and pampering. She was immobile by this stage, confined to an enormous, custom-made divan that allowed her body to spread comfortably. She spent her days in a haze of hedonism, surrounded by an opulent display of luxury. Plush cushions and silk sheets adorned her resting place, while golden trays laden with the richest foods were presented to her constantly. Aisha’s hands, although no longer nimble, still reached for morsels almost instinctively, fed by her endless hunger.

Her days were characterized by an unbroken cycle of eating, dozing, and indulging in sensory pleasures. Musicians played soothing melodies while aromatic incense wafted through her chambers, designed to keep her in a state of perpetual bliss. Her life had become a continuous feast, a hedonistic loop that amplified her dependency on the comforts surrounding her.

In contrast, Selene, now a woman in her mid-twenties, remained tireless in her sisterly devotion. Her life was a stark antithesis to Aisha’s decadence. She was thin, with a weary yet resolute expression, her youthful beauty faded and replaced with the marks of relentless toil. Her days and nights were spent feeding Aisha, massaging her aching body, and ensuring that her sister’s every need and whim was met, a ceaseless and heartbreaking reminder of her own lost freedom and dreams.

The juxtaposition between Aisha’s excessive form and Selene’s gaunt appearance only served to emphasize the depths of their tragic symbiosis. Aisha, moon-faced and majestic, had become an emblem of extreme consequences, her beauty both otherworldly and grotesque. She was a living monument to indulgence, desire, and the cruel consequences of a desperate pact, while Selene’s love and sacrifice stood as a poignant counterpoint to her sister’s monstrous excess.
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