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A story I wrote for Fur Affinity Two years ago. (Contains super sizes, body swapping, hetero- and homo-sexual sex scenes, and descriptions of obesity-related medical problems)

White Elephant

By Shalion

Nathan squirmed in his seat, the folding chair under him squeaking loudly and his large posterior bumping against one of his neighbors who politely pretended not to notice; though in fact she most certainly did. He was shifting his weight partially because the chair was too small for him - most were - but also because of excruciating boredom.

The heavyset man was in a room with about 100 other people, a seldom used conference room on the fifth floor of his nondescript office building which smelled of mildew and cheap carpet. It was the largest single room in the building, but still hardly sufficient for the assembled party. Many were standing and Nathan jealously guarded his seat despite the fact that he would have desperately liked to refill his plastic punch cup. He did not want to think about the prospect of spending the rest of the event on his feet, which would have added physical pain to the already barely tolerable tedium of the holiday.

“All right, let’s have 45 come on up!” called the voice of Barbara in senior management. As with most group events, she was overly giddy and excited, but in an obviously false way. Wherever she looked in the crowd, the people who noticed returned equally false smiles of enjoyment. The contrast of the overachievers with the inattentive brought a small amount of wry amusement to Nathan as he sat and waited, barely paying attention to the wrapped packages people were opening at a fearsomely slow pace which became only slower when people inevitably decided to steal rather than take. In his right palm dangled a scrap of paper with a number written on it: “101.”

Nathan supposed that it was theoretically the best number. He should be able to see nearly all the other gifts opened by then and have the best chance at stealing what he wanted. But there were two problems: first, the very best gifts would have already been stolen multiple times earlier in the game and declared “dead” by the time it was his turn, so he would not have any access to those. But second, and more importantly, Nathan could not imagine himself desiring anything that was on display now. It would be enough of a challenge to summon enough inner willpower to at the very least not appear like an ungrateful grinch when at last he was called, because the truth was that Nathan would rather be almost anywhere else.

Nathan did not like being around people in general. His large size always made him stick out in a crowd, and among his peers, it was not hard to see at a glance that he was the fattest person in the company by a large margin. The large man had a bad habit of sweating at the least provocation and in the close air warmed by so many people so close together, that was exactly what he was doing now. In fact, he was sweating so much on his face that the drips were close to overrunning his eyebrows and into his eyes, stinging. One thing about working for a faceless conglomerate like Berkley Inc. was that Nathan was constantly worried about appearances, particularly in regards to his weight and he hated being in a position where it was accentuated, particularly in plain view of the upper management. Nathan had prided himself on his skills of invisibility, at least insofar as a man of his size can disappear into the cogs of a corporate monolith.

So the prospect of being fired for appearing fat, lazy, and useless hung over his head, but that might have been alleviated if the presents themselves had been more exciting. The main problem here, though was a strict $10 price limit. Nathan himself could not imagine a single item that he might like for under $10 that he had not already bought for himself. Nor could he imagine what another grown person might want for that amount. And judging by the selection of ‘gifts’ on display so far, he was not alone in that regard.

Nearly all of the presents were gag-gifts. Small animatronic dolls with a piercingly annoying song were among the most popular. However, there were more odious bombs. A woman unwrapped a can of beans and the one after her discovered a pair of fingerless gloves shaped like men’s underwear. There were also bacon-waves, and selfie-sticks galore. A small, mousey secretary received a bottle of ghost pepper hot sauce with a label covered in skulls and even a tiny coffin cozy. People were stealing the worst presents as jokes and laughing about it, but Nathan could not get into the mood himself. Maybe it would have been better if he had had any friends here.

As the number of dead gifts increased, the excitement died down a little and people settled into the idea of keeping the stupid little trinkets they held in their hands. Try as he might, Nathan could not pull himself out of his doldrums and sat in the back of crowd with a vacant look on his full-cheeked face until finally…

“…One-hundred and one!” shouted Barbara in a slightly hoarse tone, even her peppiness had toned down over the hours of “entertainment.” Nathan shook himself to his senses, though he had not truly been dozing, that would have been crossing a deadly line with so many eyes in the room. But he had been startled, which was more than he would have liked. Barbara had apparently skipped through several numbers he hadn’t noticed since there were people absent or possibly had ditched the party altogether. Nathan smiled, stood up with an audible creek from his knees and smoothed his shirt and pants.


He made a show of walking around the room and examining all of the admirable presents on display that he might like to steal. His mood made the acting difficult, but at least it was well practiced. Finally he turned to the long table which was now almost completely empty. His own small present, a pack of chocolates from a chocolatier he was particularly fond of, was long gone despite the drab packaging. Nathan had half hoped that it would go overlooked, but instead he was presented with a choice of a tiny ball about the size of a mouse and something in a brown paper sack that appeared to be leaking slightly through the paper, judging by the dark stain on one corner. Needless to say, Nathan took the tiny gift. He turned back towards his seat, but saw that Jeff from Sales had already claimed it, Bastard, thought Nathan with malice.

He wanted to go immediately, but remembered belatedly that he had to at least show everyone what he’d got. He unwrapped the paper and found a crumpled ball of paper, one of the most inauspicious gifts yet. He received cheers from most of the men as he held it up between thumb and forefinger. Someone shouted, “What does it say?”

Nathan reluctantly peeled apart and flattened the wad until he could read what was written on it. Rolling his eyes, he said, “One free wish.”

There was applause from the crowd. Nathan definitely had a strong contender for ‘worst’ gift. At least he could have eaten a can of beans. Despite this, however, he would not even have the small pleasure of a stealing war because he was indeed the last person to pick a gift. Despite there being an extra gift, everyone present had chosen something and had in their hands the proof. It was generally agreed upon that someone had left in the interim and the brown paper sack was left in the common room for anyone to pick up if they wanted; no one did, and it was thrown away three days later after it began to smell, but the stain it left on the table cloth where it laid lasted long after that.

Nathan tottered back to his desk and collapsed gratefully into his extra wide office chair. He felt nothing but relief that the episode was over, though he regretted not at least considering stealing the secretary’s hot sauce as he might have wanted to experiment with it cooking at home. He forgot entirely about the ‘free wish’ card in his pocket until he got home later that evening.

It was something of a relief to get out of his business casual at home everyday. The buttons on Nathan’s 5XL shirt almost popped open over his burgeoning middle. He’d given up on belts several months ago in favor of suspenders, and thus saved himself another source of discomfort, but it was always a pain finding pants large enough to accommodate the great paunch he had grown as well as his rounded, generously portioned bottom. He’d in fact, been experimenting with wearing his pants ‘under-gut’ as he thought of it, especially with his older, smaller wardrobe, but could only do it with a longer than usual, and well fitting shirt. No matter what he did, however, nothing felt as good as stripping to his underclothes and usually discarding the undershirt as well. Nathan often stopped to look at his broad chest, liberally coated with dark hair in between the full, plump man-tits under his arms. He never disliked what he saw and he liked the feel of his unrestrained belly bouncing with his steps while in his apartment as well.

So Nathan stood, mostly naked, as he emptied out the contents of his pants pockets onto the dresser before tossing the pair into the hamper. His eyes came across the paper again as he was walking to his computer though, and he gave a small derisive snort of amusement. He grabbed it in his chubby fist with full intention of tossing it into the wastepaper basket. And he would have too, save for a small detail he had failed to notice earlier as he scoffed at the gift in public. There was some more text written on the card, below the bold text that read “One Free Wish.” It was not words, exactly, but Nathan recognized what it was anyways, a Skype address. He mouthed the name under his breath as, out of pure curiosity, as he typed it into Google, “MagicSexFox5656.”
 

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“Probably a goddamned furry…” he muttered and his suspicion was rewarded as he found the user’s public profile. However, there was not much to see, other than a surprisingly realistic profile picture of an anthropomorphic fox, gender listed as “other” and a banner saying “No friend requests accepted.” Near the bottom of the page it also stated “Last online ~1 min ago.”


Nathan’s eyebrow lifted. That meant that the person was likely online right now. Nathan weighed his options in his mind. He really ought to just close his browser and open Minecraft as he had been intending to do from the start; Castle Skull was not going to build itself after all. He was also not in the habit of reaching out to random people on the internet, in fact, he was hardly in the habit of reaching out to anyone period. On the other hand, someone had left the grubby note at work, which meant that in all likelihood “MagicSexFox5656” was someone he already knew, or at least an acquaintance of someone he already knew. And since he’d publicly accepted the gift, they were probably expecting him to contact them. Of course, they almost certainly only intended to further prank the person who selected the gift. But in Nathan’s experience, being the butt of a good natured prank won more social points than stiffly refusing to engage. And in terms of keeping one’s job, Nathan thought it was far better to be the receiver of a joke than be the guy set apart from everyone else. It was the guys with no ties to anyone who always got cut first. Nathan knew this because he’d been one of those guys on more than one occasion in the course of what amounted to his “career.”


So with a resigned sigh, Nathan logged into Skype, not bothering to use a pseudonym, since, again, whoever was on the other side should already know him. His fingers lingered over the keys, but eventually he found himself entering in the absurd username and sending the contact request.


To his surprise, it was almost immediately answered, as if the other person had really been waiting for him; it was a little odd, honestly, Nathan had only just gotten home less than an hour ago. The other person should have gotten off work at the same time, or else they were related to or otherwise were acquainted with someone at the party instead.


“Hello.” typed Nathan blandly. The profile picture of the anthro-fox continued to stare at him, the fur on its nude shoulders standing out in as much or more definition than that recent Disney movie which had boasted millions of individual hairs per character; honestly it looked more like a photograph than a drawing, a testament to how much people wanted to escape the mundane world, in Nathan’s opinion. He admired the dedication the artist must have used, although he did not understand the sexual part so often talked about off hand in news and other media. That a man might want to have sex while in a fox costume or masturbate into a stuffed fox toy disgusted Nathan vaguely, though he would not have prevented anyone from doing as they liked in the privacy of their home.


The reply came after a few seconds delay. “Hey Nathan, what’s up? Enjoy the party?”


‘Oh God, he uses comic sans.’ groaned Nathan internally. But he wrote, “Just got home. Loved the party. I look forward to it every year.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes even as he typed. Already he was trying to figure out who this was. Someone in Sales surely would like an elaborate joke like this, perhaps several someones.


But Magic Sex Fox wrote back, “No need to be sarcastic. He know how dull White Elephants can be. But I’m hoping you’re looking forward to your gift.”


Nathan started to write that he was, in a feeble attempt to play into the joke, but then deleted his post. Instead he wrote, “Should I be? I don’t receive crumpled up notes everyday, but I think I would have preferred the hot sauce.”


After a few moments, the other person responded, “No doubt, although I think you were hoping to get the chocolates you brought yourself, or were you too afraid to be seen eating those?” Nathan was rendered speechless for more than several seconds. Anger at the comment battled with bafflement. Nathan had not been made fun of for his weight since High School and the insinuation stung more than he thought it might, but more concerning was the mirroring of his own thoughts revealed in the comment. Nathan never spoke of his motivations or feeble social machinations while at work. Magic Sex Fox sent another message, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean. ;-P In fact, I want you to be happy. You were quite lucky to pick that present.”
 

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But the shock of the earlier comment had quite put Nathan out of the mood for the joke. Angrily he typed, “Is it luck to pick a present that 100 other people passed on? I’d say that’s the opposite of luck. What am I supposed to do with a “free wish” anyways?”


Nathan was beginning to regret opening Skype, but he waited for Magic Sex Fox’s reply. “Actually, I’d say it’s less luck than fate. That grubby little gift you picked was destined for the person in that room who wanted it the most, although I suppose someone else could have accidentally picked it up. Maybe you picked it by accident yourself.” Nathan read this, but made little sense of it. He thought that the joke was already beginning to go too far. “But as for what you do with a free wish, what do you think you do? Obviously you wish for something!”


“You can’t expect me to believe that, really.” Nathan typed quickly and followed up, “Who is this? This better not be Jeff.”


There was no reply for many long seconds. But then, “I am not Jeff. We have not yet had the pleasure to meet, but perhaps we should.”


Before Nathan could respond, the chat log was replaced by a black screen lit by a flashing telephone button as well as an enlarged portrait of that fox in the profile picture. Nathan accepted the incoming video call, but kept his own video off as he still was not wearing a shirt.


Nathan’s eyes widened as the profile still was replaced by a live version of the same fox with the same photographic detail as in the picture. He was sitting in a leather computer chair and like the picture, was nude from the waist up, which was all that could be seen. His build was slender and masculine, but Nathan paid far more attention to the eyes, which appeared almost moist and lifelike as well as the mouth and teeth and tongue. Nathan had never seen such a lifelike recreation outside of a movie, and what he was seeing now… seemed almost too lifelike to be real. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Of course the other person was using a motion capture program. His computer had to be top notch for such smooth movement of the fingers as he clasped his hands and the tips of the ears which twitched occasionally. Although Nathan had no idea why someone would go to the trouble of replacing their digital self so completely and yet leave the smallish, plain looking bedroom behind him.


“Hello Nathan.” intoned the fox on the computer screen.


“Uh, hello.” said Nathan into the microphone. He was still studying the image. He could not guess what program Magic Sex Fox was using. He could see no signs of clipping or other distortions in the video, so it must have been very expensive. He thought that maybe he should take this conversation more seriously. He laughed nervously, “I wasn’t expecting to be interviewed by an actual fox.”


“Well, we’re not interviewing yet. You still need to turn on your video.”


“Alright, lemme go grab a shirt real quick.” said Nathan, already pulling himself out of the swivel chair.


But the fox spoke immediately, “No! You’re just fine the way you are, Nathan.”


The large man sat his plump rump down on the chair again and frowned at the screen. Crossing his arms over his ample breasts, he spoke, “Is this some kind of sex thing? Because I’m not a furry.”


The fox on the screen chuckled slightly, Nathan could see his diaphragm move and outline the bottom ribs beneath the fur on the man’s thin chest. “No, this is not a sex thing,” the fox rolled his eyes up into a corner, “Not unless you want it to be, anyways. No, it’s just important that I be able to see you. And besides I didn’t think you were shy about your body.”


Despite efforts to conceal his corpulence at work, Nathan actually was not that shy. He went shirtless at any swimming event, letting his man boobs and sometimes even his great belly hang out for all to see. When it came to people who did not directly impact his finances, he couldn’t care less about stares or whispers. But then, surely this was in fact someone who impacted his work life, wasn’t it? Nathan shrugged and decided that he might as well follow through on what he started. It was not like his shirt did much to hide the shape of his chest in any case as Nathan was indeed well endowed for a man, even for a man at his weight. He clicked his own video feed on. “There you go.” he said, raising his hands and feeling the upper arm flesh dangle at his elbows. He then crossed his arms in front of his chest, his nipples pointing almost directly into the crook of each elbow. “Now, would you mind telling me what this is all about, because I’m almost fed up with this little joke.”


“We’ll get to that shortly, but first, I’d like to compliment you. You are quite the attractive man.” said the fox.


Nathan snorted and reached up to brush the whiskers on his chin which he grew specifically to mask his bloated double chin. “I thought this wasn’t a sex thing.”


The fox raised his hands pleadingly, “Nope, just a compliment from one man to another.” the fox seemed to think of something for he added, “Or so the saying goes.”


Nathan crossed his arms again and said nothing.


“But to get to the point as you put it.” said the fox hurriedly. He reached off screen and produced a black, leather-bound notebook which he consulted for some time, licking his fingers as he turned the pages quickly. Nathan was surprised the see the tiny glint of saliva on the fox’s black clawed fingers. He really had seen nothing like the digital image on display now in his life. “I am a man - fox - of my word. I have the means to grant you pretty much any wish you desire, but I do have limited options and sometimes there’s a cost involved.”


The more Nathan looked at the video feed, the harder it was to convince his brain that he was looking at some idiot with a fancy computer program on the other side. For a brief moment, as the fox perused the pages, a great bushy orange thing swept past the background and Nathan did a double take as he realized that must have been the tail. This was beginning to feel too real. Nathan swallowed nervously before speaking. “Why are you doing this?”
 

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For a moment, the fox was surprised, the eyes widened momentarily and the jowls peeled back to reveal the glistening jagged teeth. “Why I have to. It was part of my own arrangement.”


Nathan could not stifle a laugh in his nose. “And that arrangement involves granting wishes?”


The fox bobbled his head side to side, “Ehh, it’s a mite more complicated than that. But essentially yes. I have to grant people’s wishes or else I’ll lose everything.”


Nathan laughed again, “Well, there are worse jobs, take mine for instance.”


The fox grinned, “I suppose so. Are you ready then?”


“To make that wish you mean?” said Nathan. He was sarcastic, or at least he meant to be, but after he said it, he realized that a tiny part of him wasn’t. He tried to crush that part down, he’d given up hoping a long time ago.


“Just that.” said the fox with a perfectly serious expression, or at least as serious as a fox-man can look.


Nathan sighed, it did not seem like he was going to get the prankster to give up anytime soon and he was getting rather peckish for the pizza in his freezer. He threw his arms up in the air. “Alright, I want to live forever.”


The fox did not look pleased with the first wish and consulted the notebook, flipping the pages hurriedly. “Er, sorry, can’t do that one.”


Nathan could not stop from chortling. He wondered if this was the prank after all. “What kind of wish service is this? I’ve always wanted to wish for immortality.”


“You and lots of other people.” said the fox now brushing the pages perfunctorily. “But as I said, He have limited power and for you, immortality is not on the table. Try something else.”


Nathan rolled his eyes. “I want infinite money and a harem of women to please me.”


The fox looked up at him over the brim of the notebook. “Am I supposed to take that seriously?”


“Am I?!” Nathan shouted into the camera, he leaned forward and felt his man-tits sliding around. He was still a little moist from earlier.


The fox covered his face with a hand - paw? - and spoke, “Infinite money does not make any sense, economically, I mean. As for a harem of women, that’s technically possible, but not unless you’re willing to have been born in a different country. And I’m pretty sure you’re not ready for that sort of adjustment.”


The fact that this person was taking these wishes so seriously was disconcerting. Where was the joke in all this? Was he really trying to get him to believe in this garbage. And why for fuck’s sake was he showing himself as a fox of all things?! Nathan could not bring himself to talk again for several long moments.


The fox lowered the notebook and put it down on the table below the computer. He looked plaintively into the camera. “Look, I get this reaction a lot. You don’t really want to consider that you might actually have your wish granted. I know it’s a lot to take on faith all at once. I didn't believe it myself at first either.” The fox slapped his thin chest with his hands, Nathan could hear the usual thud of hands on flesh, but also the rasping of the rough pads on fur. “I didn’t believe that I could be a fox like I’d always wanted to be, but here I am. There was a reality where what I wanted already existed. I just had to believe that it was there.” The fox placed his hands on what Nathan assumed were his thighs out of sight of the camera. “I just need you to believe for a few minutes, or else you are going to be so unhappy or always regret this missed chance.”


Nathan was tempted to end the Skype call right then, before he was tempted into revealing too much of himself, but he could not bring himself to do it. He had thought hope for anything better than the life presented to him had died a long time ago, but there it was, flickering feebly and he was ready to believe again, at least for a minute or so. He perused the video again and its startling lack of visual errors, the terribly real feel of the mundane bedroom which housed the impossible creature streaming to him. “So you’re really a fox, then?” he asked with trepidation.
 

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The fox smiled a toothy grin and licked his chops. “Yes.”


“A magic fox.” Nathan pressed.


The fox on the other side of the computer waved his hand carelessly, “I guess so.”


“A magic sex fox?” Nathan asked this time with a grin of his own.


The fox answered with his own devilish grin, “Well, no one has complained so far.”


Nathan closed his eyes, “I won’t get into that. But as for my wish…” He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He’d thought about this very circumstance as no doubt anyone who had had a decent childhood might have. But nearly all of his favorite scenarios had involved multiple wishes whereas he was presented with just one right now. Nathan decided to take the most sensible course, one wish that could fulfill all his other desires. “I wish for enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life without working.”


The fox across from him picked up the notebook and checked its contents carefully, skimming quickly to one section and then reading, paragraph by paragraph it seemed. He lifted his head up after a few moments, not unlike many other interviews Nathan had had in his life, “You said you don’t want to work anymore, not even something that you like?”


Nathan considered this and found it surprisingly easy to entertain the prospect that this all might be really happening. Nathan had finished high school right in the middle of his class and had gone off the college without an idea of what he wanted to do with his life. Once there, he’d discovered that what he liked to do most was lie around and play video games and smoke pot. He never even tried to excel, it seemed like impossibly too much work, it was all he could do to keep from flunking completely out. By graduation, he had a degree in liberal arts and no more idea of what he wanted to do with his life than when he started. In the ten years or so since then that he’d been working, he’d come to the conclusion that he would only work as much as needed to survive, he’d never found in himself that which made other people try. Nathan could not imagine any profession he might enjoy, frankly; if he did, he wouldn’t be himself. “No, I’d rather not work anymore from this point forward.”


“Ok.” said the fox and he returned to the notebook. In time, his clawed finger came down and tapped on one of the pages. “Mhmm…” grumbled the fox in his throat and he looked up again at Nathan, in particular from his face to the large set of man boobs partially propping up his arms and then the enormous swell of belly fat that separated them. “I think I found something. It’d satisfy your wish, but there’d be a major life change for you.”


Nathan was growing more and more curious about the process of the wish granting that the fox kept hinting about and would now have very much liked to have seen the contents of his notebook. However, he just said, “What kind of change?”


The fox closed the notebook neatly in his right hand. “You’d weigh over 800 pounds.”
 

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Nathan was taken aback. It was as if the fox had reached into his mind for secret fantasies that he kept mostly hidden from everyone, even himself. What was the probability that of all possible “costs” that might be the one? That cost that he had imagined in passing, but dismissed as a practical impossibility during his emerging sexuality almost 20 years ago now. Nathan had not fantasized specifically about being super obese in many years, though he’d often thought about super-sized females. It was a forbidden longing. And 800 lbs too… Very heavy for sure, almost certainly too heavy. When he’d begun killing off the fantasy, he’d restricted himself to 500 lbs or less. But when he’d started, oh how he had longed for 800 lbs, 1,000 lbs, and more. It can’t have been a coincidence.


“Nathan?” asked the fox-man.


Nathan spoke slowly, to keep the trembling in his mouth to a minimum. “You said that I’d have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life without work?”


“Well, yes. But you’d also weigh over 800 pounds. Are you sure that’s something…” the fox paused and looked at Nathan’s face. Then understanding smoothed the fox’s features. “Yes, money enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life, no work.”


“Then that’s it.” Nathan breathed. His brain felt hot, but he forced himself to stop thinking, forced himself not to think about consequences or complications. He just wanted it. “That’s my wish.”


The fox clapped his hands together. “All right then. That’s all I needed from you. Now it’s time for me to get to work.”


“Wait, is that it? When is it supposed to happen?” insisted Nathan. His brain was refusing suppression now. Was this all some terrible prank after all? Would this be a video on Youtube within the hour?


The fox grinned, “Just relax, big guy. You don’t need to do anything else. You’ll know it’s worked when you wake up tomorrow.”


But Nathan wasn’t satisfied. Suddenly the questions he’d wanted to ask earlier leapt to the forefront of his mind, the insane questions: “How are you able to grant wishes?” “What is the mechanism?” Why these strange limitations and unrelated costs?” However, he blurted none of these things, instead, he asked, “What’s your name?”


The fox smirked, “You took your time with that one, but then many don’t even bother. It’s Douglas, just Douglas.” Nathan was about to ask more, but then the fox stood up, revealing that he was completely nude the whole time and rather than a cartoon style smooth patch of skin at the groin, he had a fuzzy white shaft like that on a dog and as he moved a bright pink tip could be seen emerging and then receding from inside the sheathe. Then the video feed was turned off.


Nathan sat there staring at the black screen even after MagicSexFox5656’s status changed after a few moments to “Offline.” What had he just done, if anything? The only thing Nathan was certain of after the encounter was that “nothing” would be a highly improbable outcome of this affair, for better or worse.


Nathan ate the entire frozen pizza as he’d wanted. One thing he could not stand nor manage were diets. The rest of the evening was spent in restless confusion. He tried playing Minecraft, then quit after being killed by skeleton archers. He tried watching television, but kept getting up either to use the bathroom or steal snacks from the kitchen. He ate a lot after the pizza, it calmed him somewhat and passed the time. He tried reading when it started getting late, but his mind kept returning to the encounter, every moment starting from when he entered in the username, no before, back to when he picked out the gift from the table. Nathan tried to remember everyone else who had gone before him, who possibly lingered over the tiny gift. That was impossible, but he did know for a fact that the gift had been there already as most of the staff had shuffled in to load the table with their gifts. Nathan knew because he had placed his chocolates merely one gift over from where it lay when he put his down. It did not appear by magic as far as he knew.


But did that mystery matter? So what if someone he knew had left it there or if it had materialized on the table before he’d got there. If what the fox-man - Douglas - said was true, he would not be seeing any of those people again, none were his friends, mere acquaintances and worse, people he only tolerated or obeyed. And if when he woke, nothing was different and he had to return to the same work place except everyone would be chatting about his man-boobs on the internet? Well, it was not ideal, but Nathan could find another job, be a cog in someone else’s machine, possibly in another state…


“Ugh…” groaned the large man as he considered the consequences of a prank video. But eventually, he drifted off into a strangely deep and dreamless sleep.
 

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Although Nathan did not remember any dreams, it felt as if he had been asleep a long time, or at least longer than usual as consciousness was slowly forced on him. Nevertheless, he felt strangely lethargic and did not want to get up. The first thing he noticed was his breathing, which sounded strange to him and required more effort than he was used to. He could hear it whistling in his throat when pulling air through his mouth and then even through his nose. He drew deeper gouts of air as the sleep fog slowly, very slowly lifted from his mind. Nathan felt almost asthmatic, the whistling was so bad, and he even batted lazily at his face with his right hand, the fingers brushing his lips as he gaped open mouthed like a fish to pull in air. He felt almost dizzy though he was just waking up and so did not register what he felt with his fingers or even how his arm felt very heavy and lay against his body wrong.


Around this time, Nathan was almost gasping for breath and thought he might vomit as his head swam still half asleep. He kept pulling in air but it did not seem to be doing him much good. He coughed several times and spat, bleary eyed, he knew not where, but the terrible wheezing sound in his throat did not cease. It was when he tried to roll over onto his side that Nathan realized there was more wrong with him than just the asthma attack.


First and foremost, there was a tremendous resistance to his movements, not just of his torso, but legs and arms as well. Nathan’s weight shifted with his initial effort, but it was not nearly enough, and he returned to resting on his back, feeling oddly drained despite the weak attempt. He continued to wheeze and the stress from the lack of air was finally forcing him more awake. Nathan became aware of a large mass resting between his knees, it had shifted and rubbed against his legs when he’d tried to move. But more, the huge mass continued upward, sat entirely on him, almost squashing him against the bed in which he was sunk like a deep well. Nathan felt its weight on his diaphragm and on his chest as a palpable thing, which might have explained his trouble breathing. Nathan looked down, his face was getting hot and he was shorter on breath than ever as he continued to gasp. He wanted to shove whatever was crushing him off, but he saw nothing, or rather he saw the usual twin mounds of his breasts, but no, that was not right either. For one thing, Nathan was used to being able to move his chin down even while prone, but he could not now for the flesh was welling up too plentifully under it. Also, Nathan was used to having to look down to see his breasts, his belly was more prominent even than them. But right now, the huge mounds of pale man meat rose unbidden into the bottom of his field of view. They were several inches above the level of his eyes, a wall of flesh under his chin, and he could not even see the mound of his belly over their towering height. Disbelief turned to shock as Nathan saw the huge, smooth edifices heave along with his frantic gulps of air. “Oh God! Oh God!” Nathan panted, but to a listener, his gargling would have sounded more like “Og Gog! Og Gog!”


With a savage groan of effort, Nathan tried again to heave himself onto his side, pushing with both right leg and arm to help his back muscles. The heavy mass sitting on top of him shifted, rebalanced and then oozed rather abruptly over, pulling Nathan along with it. Skin pinched uncomfortably in places that Nathan was not aware that he’d had as the mass settled into the mattress and began to force the memory foam into a new shape under it. There was a blessed kiss of air on Nathan’s broad, sweat slick back as well, but that was nothing to the release from the sensation of being slowly smothered. His breathing was actually not greatly improved, it was still whistling in the back of his throat, but it felt like he could catch his breath now, he could pull in more air with each breath as well. Nathan felt the mass that had been on top of him spread out wide over the mattress, far ahead of where he thought his groin was and much farther down; it changed shape from being wide and flat across his width to long and thick in front of and adjacent to him lying on his side. Then Nathan realized that he was feeling this mass, that the mass was part of him. That caused the air to catch in his throat again and he coughed and spat again. Though his mouth was now terribly dry, the dizziness was fading rapidly with each intake of air and he was awake. He was also, it appeared, a whale of a man. “800 pounds indeed!” he rasped as he extended a hugely flabby arm towards the expanse of his belly and saw that it descended far beyond what he could reach of it, past his knees even, if the mass of wrinkles near the middle of the elephantine limb was, in fact, his knee.


Nathan spent a long time in bed, examining himself as best he could. He had severe mobility restrictions as can well be imagined. His upper arms were devoured by enormous, fatty bags that dripped below the elbow halfway down to his wrist and pushed against his chin when he attempted to raise either one. Not that he saw much of a point of lifting either arm, it was the most strenuous movement by far, as he was pulling up the heavy arm sack, but also it was impossible to part the skin of the upper arm from the side shelf of breast meat under it, so his arm pit was effectively locked down to his chagrin. Nathan could not even reach around with the other arm to lift the arm sack and get air to the skin as his torso had increased enormously in girth. As for his legs, he could feel them there and bend them, but he could not see them very well. He could feel that he had a multitude of uneven flesh sacs down the insides and rear of both thighs and that the calves were hugely bloated, but relatively smooth and firm; ‘Definitely a lot of muscle there’ Nathan thought. His feet however felt odd, the skin was tough and it was hard to tell if he was wiggling his toes or not. Both feet from the ankle down were weirdly insensitive.


Nathan examined his face with his free hand first as he could not reach with the one he lying on, even after he had extracted his forearm from under his left massive man tit. The nose was definitely the same, the ocular arches, the tops of his cheeks, but below there was a foreign mass glommed onto his face. Large cheeks absurdly swollen creased at both sides of his mouth and Nathan could feel the mass of them hanging from his face and rubbing against the sides of his teeth. The facial hair had gone, so there was nothing concealing an extensive double chin that was more of a spare tire framing his face. The neck bled into the cheeks so Nathan knew without looking in a mirror that his face was greatly distorted, undoubtedly shockingly wider below the ears compared to the top of his skull. The fat even brimmed at his ears so that the lobe and helix rested on warm skin. It was hard to even reach behind his head, but Nathan felt that the hog dog pack back there had gained new realty towards the crown of his head and the rolls had both thickened and deepened as well as matching the new width of his head. Nathan was worried he would not recognize himself and did not desire to see a mirror anytime soon.


The effort of rolling onto his side had left him strangely tired in the same way that Nathan was used to feeling after doing something strenuous like walking up a flight of stairs. He did as much as he could therefore while lying on his left side before he felt like sitting up. But compared to the work he did just rolling over, sitting up was like climbing up three sets of stairs, something Nathan never did if he could avoid it.


He did not even know what he was doing at first and his first attempts were entirely fruitless. He would collapse back onto his side, wheezing with the high whistling noise that irritated him to no end and feeling that oddly real tiredness in his muscles. That massive belly was a big part of the problem. Nathan knew that he had to get it into his lap to be sitting properly, but as he was lifting up his torso, it just sat there, pulling more and more at him. After another failure, he rubbed it with his free hand as he panted for breath, half fondly, half out of frustration. He rubbed until the cream white skin turned pink.
 

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After half a dozen attempts in quick succession, Nathan realized he was getting nowhere and decided to try rolling onto his belly instead. This proved easier, though to his old sense of body dimensions, it felt like he was lying on a thick, dense mattress. His boobs filled the space under his chin and welled forward so that it was hard to bring his hands together around the mass of them. He planted his hands and knees in the mattress then and pushed upwards. Nathan felt very clearly that he was supporting some of the new weight of his body but very little skin parted from the surface of the mattress. His breasts fell to rest between where his wrists were buried in the pillow soft stuff of the mattress, as well, he had to basically straddle his paunch and Nathan was aware that his penis was buried somewhere in the maze of folds under it. He became even more aware of his dick as he flopped onto his other side after failing very hard to pull himself straight up while sitting towards his ankles. He was aware because he was getting hard and quick too. Nathan reached instinctively to rub one out, but was defeated as his fingers approached the unexpected barrier of belly fat. He reached under the titanic love handle, but then found that his reach was not what it was, not after going around the thickness of his torso and the thickness of the arm itself. He could barely get his hand into the fold up to the wrist, no where near where his dick rested, throbbing under a half ton of meat slowly baking his testicles. “Oh fuck…” cursed Nathan as he realized a startling truth of his fantasy life that he had not considered.


But it seemed too late to do anything about that unfortunate side effect of putting on a quarter ton overnight. Nathan eventually figured out how to sit up by bending his legs at the hip while resting on his side, pushing his belly well up in the process. He then pushed himself up with one arm, but mostly the muscles in his back, until he was resting properly on his ass. The troublesome paunch flowed over his legs, burying them almost entirely from sight, save the feet if he pushed them straight out. Nathan’s weight made him want to flop right back onto his back, but he resisted with effort while he got a bird’s eye view of the damage done to his body.


Most of what he saw was his chest. His man-tits were constantly changing shape, but upright, they rested as thick slabs of pale meat, the nips were not visible unless he turned the face of each symmetrical breast upwards, he had more than enough give and depth to pull it up and into his mouth if he wanted. What was more revealing was the way his arms rested, they were supported from below almost entirely by the sides of his breasts which made a wide shelf which sloped down only a little from his body. As a result the arms hung from the elbow, only a little lower than perpendicular with his shoulder. Nathan tested the range of movement of both arms and found it hugely restrictive. He could not reach nearly as far ahead or back and over the head was both exhausting as he’d noticed and caused a wave of fat to cover the side of his face from the upper arm. And always the upper arm fat was rolling around the bones and muscle buried inside, the skin of the extensive arm pit did not budge or rub anywhere short of the elbow. Nathan supposed that at least that would spare him from chaffing, but equally supposed that there were many new areas where chaffing might be an even bigger problem than he was used to.


The big man scanned down what he could see over the shelf of his breasts, even going so far as to push one breast or the other inward to see over it, he could just intertwine the fingers of each hand if he reached over the breasts for the girth of the chest and the arms themselves, though it nearly smothered him with upper arm fat; there was no way to even start embracing his sizable rack, his boobs were that engorged. He found that he was a paler shade of cream white than he was used to, the porcelain color unbroken save for a few reddish blemishes and what looked like dark surgical scars in a couple places. The hair on his chest was thinner, or perhaps just spread over a wider area. Under his breasts he had a single sub roll that faded as it moved forward so that the mound of belly fat was a smooth wall at the front. The love handles overtook his thickened thighs and rested on the mattress. There was no way to tell how big his belly button was, nor could he reach down that far over his breasts and the dome of his stomach.


Nathan was so absorbed in fixing the new contours of his body in his mind that he almost did not notice the feet protruding out from under the massive new belly apron. Granted, he did have them bent around the mass of it and they were mostly obscured from view, but the strangely numb quality he felt in his feet kept nagging him and eventually he straightened them both out to get a look at his toes. The right one looked fine, the skin was pale, rather dry looking with fat toes lacking space between them. But upon seeing the other foot, Nathan was left feeling shaken. He was missing the three smallest toes there, nothing but smooth skin was visible and a shade darker than the rest of his milk pale self as if the entire foot was lightly bruised.


“What the fuck happened there?” Nathan asked the empty room, and received no answer. Nathan tried wiggling the two remaining toes, they bent, stiffly, but Nathan could not feel them at all. He, in fact, had disproportionately greater sensation in his right foot than his left, but both were numb in comparison to the rest of him. “Aw fuck!” he cursed again, louder, but again it seemed useless. Who was going to rescue him from his own body?


However, despite the overwhelmingly negative first impression of his body, Nathan felt slightly giddy. Here he was, just as he wanted. The weight was more than he could have imagined and he wished now that he had had the years of experience building up to this tremendous size, but it was just like he’d fantasized. The hugeness was real! Mother-fucking real! The weight! There terrible, wonderful weight smothering him, Nathan was awash with the sensation every movement elicited from the web of nerves coating his vast, distended form. “Jesus Christ! I’m a fat ass!” Nathan shouted to himself and slapped a great man tit so hard it pushed into himself and shot back out with a wave that went around his whole body, returned and went back for a second time before fading.


That sent Nathan laughing and he laughed so hard that he quickly found himself short on breath again. Dizzily and quite involuntarily, he flopped hard again onto his back. Still laughing, Nathan gasped some more as the asthma that was not asthma but the weight of his own massive body came on him again. “Fuck!” he spluttered gleefully, “I’m wrecked! I’m so fucking fat!” He complained to no-one but also felt happier and more satisfied than he had had previously in his entire life.


The need for a piss motivated Nathan after he had again rolled onto his side to alleviate the pressure on his chest and diaphragm. Of course, he did not know where the bathroom was off the top of his head. He’d already learned that the bedroom he was in was larger and more nicely furnished than what he was used to. There were two doors leading out of it, doors, Nathan noticed that were half again as wide as they ought to have been. The big man did the sitting up trick again at the edge of the mattress. After scooting his ass over the sheets, he was able to plant his poor feet onto the carpet, he could barely feel the texture of it, and only on the right side; he felt only pressure on the left. Nathan was nervous. He was not even sure he could stand up with so much weight on him, but obviously he must since he appeared to live alone as far as he could tell. There was no scooter or chair beside the bed.


Nathan decided to lift his belly up so he could get his knees closer together; man he needed a leak more urgently now. But it was surprisingly difficult to maneuver. Not only was it terribly heavy, probably as heavy as a whole person, he figured, if the math was at all right in his head, but he could only reach so far forward or down with his tubby arms. The mass of his abdomen prevented nearly all movement forward over his lap and with his arms thrust out to the side and hampered, the best he could do was grab hold of the love handles to either side, but very near the base at his far sides. Lifting it by hand was basically futile, he could flop it around quite a bit, even send a wave through it that traveled down to the lowest under hang, but there was no way he could lift it up farther down than a few hand’s width of either massive thigh where it normally rested. Instead, Nathan found that he could manipulate the lowest part of the belly with his knees, working it rather like dough, the skin dragging massively over more skin until the mass rested mostly on top of what Nathan thought were his knees though he had as yet been unable to look at them clearly or feel them.
 

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Already muscles all over Nathan’s body were feeling warm and a little achey. He was afraid suddenly of what walking would feel like. Worse than everything so far, he could only suppose as he grunted and forced himself to lean forward. The belly pushed forward, spilling over the knees and down low until it was close to scraping the tops of his feet. Perhaps it did and he just didn't feel it. His ass dragged over the mattress, resisting movement as did most of his creases and rolls as Nathan felt skin sliding over yet more skin in places he just now felt that he had. His back popped more than once and then both knees as he loaded them up with his mass. Right away he felt his weight in a violent, physical way that he hadn’t been expecting. He almost stopped because of the way it made the muscles and tendons in his legs feel, but he needed to piss more than he wanted to avoid the pain. “Ugh…” he groaned as he forced himself up. There was obviously a great deal of muscle somewhere in his legs, but that did not stop the muscles from complaining almost as soon as the weight was on them. It was like a bench press with his legs and too much weight, Nathan thought, but it went on and on and he had no spotter, he realized.


Nathan’s knees locked reflexively, but that didn’t help with the pain, merely prevented his legs from collapsing again under him immediately from sheer weight. Nathan breathed heavily once he was on his feet, his ass slipping away from the mattress finally and then slapping the backs of his thighs where it hung with a massive roll under each cheek. It lasted a moment and then he was over balancing, tipping forward. Nathan staggered and caught himself with a hand against the wall. “Ah!” he shouted as his knee ached and thigh and calf muscles burned under him. That hadn’t felt good. Nathan looked at the floor over the vast horizon of his man-tits. “Imagine how much falling at this size would hurt…” he said under his breath as he braced himself against the wall. But his legs continued to burn and ache so he waddled towards the closest door, hand always on the wall. Nathan found that his center of gravity had been reduced to about the size of a dime. That made it troublesome moving with a decent gait, but even more so the thickness of each elephantine thigh. Like on the upper arms though, the fat only rubbed close to the knees, the rest was locked tight and pressed together.


Nathan found that the lack of the small toes on his left foot hardly mattered, he was only barely able to register contact with the floor with that foot anyways, so the precise way in which the foot rolled over the ground was entirely lost. Nathan’s obesity had usually made him put weight on the outside of each foot anyways and it seemed much the same now. He barely had a limp. he doubted anyone would notice anyways given how slowly he moved, calculating each step as he made his way to the door. The awful burning and cramps in the legs were the only things which spurred him to greater speed.


He had some trouble with the door knob. He was used to standing in front of doors and reaching for the handle, but here he could not get close enough to the door. He pressed his swaying gut right up to it, but he was amazingly still over an arm’s length away from it. “Ugh, fuck!” he cursed as he adjusted his feet and reached for the door frame. His belly rubbed against the smooth wood a great distance before jutting free with a major wobble that jangled the lower paunch that hung well below his knees. Nathan got hard again but it was an annoyance at the moment. Still his dick pressed painfully into god only knew how many dense layers of fat. It was jostled very slightly by his movements as he reached for the knob, now from the side and passed through the extra wide door, still managing to bang his overstuffed belly against the frame somehow. Nathan wondered if with enough wobbling with his gut and the rest of his fatty, sagging self, he might be able to ejaculate after some time. He wondered, hoped really, for a moment, but the prick was buried deep down under that swollen ocean of milky white fat, almost as inaccessible as were his organs and very well insulated against movement.


Thankfully, he’d picked the right door. Nathan entered a spacious bathroom. There was a wide sink area with mirrors and medicine cabinet and an abnormally broad stool apparently to sit on. There were only two other things in the bathroom, a huge Jacuzzi sized bathtub and an expensive looking toilet which was set against its own wall. Nathan did not know at first why anyone would put stone blocks on either side of the porcelain throne, but then realized that they must be there to support either side of his ass.


Nathan didn’t care, his bladder was about to burst, but as he waddled to the throne, he was befuddled almost immediately. How was he supposed to piss? His dick was entirely lost under the mammoth tide of belly fat. Nathan was sure that he was about to make a huge mess. Urgency pressed him and in desperation, he turned from the toilet to the tub. There was thankfully a door to let himself in as he was almost certain he wouldn’t have been able to get a leg over the side. He turned on the water and just let himself go. The sensation was relief, but mixed with almost indescribable hot, wet feeling down the reverse side of his paunch. The flood outlined an entirely new portion of his body that Nathan was not used to existing, or at least in such quantity as to make it pretty much a new appendage in its own right. While the release felt nice at first, he knew immediately afterward that he would regret relieving himself so carelessly. The added moisture was not welcome in the airless confines of skin and rolls under the paunch and even during, the heat itself was uncomfortable. Nathan knew also that not all of the fluid had left the folds, a lot of it was trapped underneath and further, the obese man became acutely aware of new patches of irritated skin as they began to burn lightly in the moments following his gambit.


“Oh, man.” sighed Nathan helplessly as he gingerly let himself down into the tub - pool? - and realized that taking care of his huge body was going to be a full time commitment. It was something he both looked forward to and dreaded in equal measure. Nathan wondered what a doctor would say to him about how to keep himself comfortable and healthy and thought that any doctor in their right mind would tell him to drop three quarters of his body weight before doing anything else.


Water flushed away the stinging acid and Nathan found some helpful jets placed in different areas that he could maneuver his body to better advantage with. It was much easier moving in the waist deep water. In fact the difference was so stark, he did not want to leave the tub. He still felt heavier than he had when he’d weighed ‘only’ 350 lbs, and his arms were still next to useless, but he practically glided next to what he had just experienced, there was hardly any pain at all standing.


But Nathan found it practically impossible to clean himself with more than just water, and that only because of the water jets and an attached shower hose. There was soap, and there were loofas on sticks, sticks longer than what Nathan thought were manufactured, but the fat on his arms and the thickness of his torso defeated him at every turn. Nathan had to hold his loofa sticks at arm’s length and thus had no strength to shove the sponge into the depths of the fat rolls under his belly in order to wash them. Neither could the stick bend as would have been needed to get between his thighs or the rolls between his thighs and calves. Nathan could do his head, shoulders both top and bottom of his breasts most of the way around and a lot of the front of his belly and quite a bit of his back. Nathan found it award reaching for his ass and could barely get between the cheeks, the fat was so tight there. He could gently rub the loofa against portions of his legs, but couldn’t scrub. His feet, he found were nearly as insensitive to heat as they were to touch, Nathan noticed the stark difference in the feel of the warm water that ended right below his fatty cankles.


Though he wanted to linger, he did need to get out eventually to meet the second call of nature. Also Nathan was working up a fierce breakfast appetite with all of his labor so far in the morning as was evident by an increasingly loud grumbling from deep inside his massive middle. The huge man stood up and pressed on the lid of the drain with a foot, allowing it to pop up and remove the water. It took some time, but Nathan remained standing. He was not sure if he could get to his feet from sitting on the floor of the tub. His knees and thighs and calves were aching again badly by the end of it and finally Nathan unlocked the door, allowing some small amount of water to splash heedlessly onto the floor. He eyeballed the spill, however, wary of the danger of slipping with his insensitive feet.
 

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Nathan sat on the throne and found the experience almost as comfortable as before, with the supports to either side of him. He’d had to pull his cheeks apart to a greater degree than before, but now the sensation was amplified, his rump was at least twice as thick as it had been previously. Nathan performed without any complications till the end when he was at a complete loss of how to clean up. He was worried that he would have to get back into the tub when the toilet released a cheerful melody and Nathan felt a splash of warm water. “Of course, a bidet.” Nathan grimaced, but he was pleased with the ease of the experience and ingenuity of whoever had designed the house.


But of course, Nathan realized, the person who designed the house must have been himself, to meet his needs so sufficiently, or was it? Had Nathan been deposited into a world designed just for him, or had he somehow traded places with a different version of himself, whose life he was now living? And if the latter was true, where was the original 800 lb Nathan now?


Nathan knew he could chew on philosophical problems forever and never reach a decision, so he refused to consider the matter further. When he got up, he was still dripping and not just from the bidet, but from the bath earlier. His belly and back had mostly air dried already, but his manifold creases were all still warm and moist and in some places, it felt like he was still holding an ounce or two of bath water locked in the folds. Nathan grabbed his love handles again and tried to shake out his paunch like a sheet. He produced a feeble movement, not really parting the skin much from his thighs. A few drops flew off the bulbous tip which moved the most and then there was a small splash as some hidden pocket of water gave way. Nathan couldn't stop from laughing. “Jesus Christ! What a whale!”


Nathan stepped carefully around the puddles and grabbed a supersize towel, and then on second glance, a second. By grasping the corners at opposite sides, he could just get the towel under the low swell of the belly and pull up. He shimmied it back and forth as well as he could, though he was worried as he felt some irritation already that reminded him of diaper rash, but there was no way to tell for sure. He expected to feel the towel on his dick as he approached the crook of his legs, however, he encountered some sort of obstacle that the fabric eventually slid over and then finally came to a stop at what felt like the paunch’s terminus. But he did not feel so much as a puff of air on his genitals. Nathan wondered if he would ever be able to uncover the extent of rolls and masses that lay mysteriously under the smooth apron he was carrying in front of him. After that, he found there was another rod with a hook on the end that he used to get the towel between the lobes of his ass - it came back clean thankfully - but other than his head, arms and under his boobs he left a lot of himself either to air dry or remain hopelessly moist and uncomfortable. Nathan knew that it couldn’t be healthy to let the congested skin between his thighs stay wet, but there was very little he could do about it.


Nathan sat down gratefully on the wide stool and rolled into position before the sink. For the first time he did take a long look at himself. Just as he’d thought, his face was very different. His cheeks were beyond merely full, they were bulbous, much thicker than he could have even made them previously by puffing out his cheeks. The obese man found he had actual jowls as gravity made the huge cheeks sag at the sides. While his beard had gone, Nathan saw that he had a new, more grandiose beard, save that it was made of skin and fat rather than hair. It started basically at either ear and drooped down, almost swallowing his chin. Like a reverse neck pillow, it seemed to frame his entire lower face and rested heavily on his upper chest.


However, despite the stark changes, Nathan saw a lot of himself in the image reflected back at him. It was an exaggeration, for sure, almost a caricature of his former self, but could see himself. He was not looking at a stranger after all. After that existential experience, Nathan started going through the items in easy reach left on the sink and in the drawers. Surprisingly, he found the first drawer mostly filled with a large box of protein bars. He wondered with bemusement what he appetite might be like if he found it necessary to store snacks in the bathroom, but then again moving around was such a pain, maybe it was necessary. Whatever the cause, the grumbling in his belly caused Nathan, with no sense of shame, to unwrap and devour two, then three, then four and five of the largish bars, eating each in two bites and throwing the wrappers back into the box where he’d gotten them. Then he brushed his teeth and tried to straighten out his hair. It’d grown a lot longer than he usually wore it, and he had to get used to using the comb both while supporting the massive weight of one of his bloated arms and being half blinded by fat smothering one side of his face. Just combing was surprisingly tiring, hell, everything was exhausting, every movement and Nathan was already feeling sore and fatigued. Part of him wanted to crawl back into bed already. However he wanted to know what else there was for him in this strange new house and he needed even more information, like where his money was and how he was to do necessary things like grocery shopping or seeing a barber or dentist.


Nathan was so anxious about getting up onto his feet again that he thought he might just stay on the stool and scoot it around the house, but then he remembered the plush carpet in the bedroom and realized that it might not work quite so well. Turning around to face the door, however, he saw something that he had missed earlier. Behind the door was a large black pad set on the floor. It took several moments to recognize the thing for what it was, a scale.


It was comically overlarge and industrial looking, but then it would have to be wouldn't it. Nathan ran the fingers of one hand over the massive swell of belly fat parting his startling bust; already it was feeling less foreign to him. There was, of course, only one thing to do now. The curiosity burned inside of him and despite being only a number, the prospect of seeing digits to represent all of the pain and all of the physical eroticism he’d experienced in the few hours he’d been awake made Nathan’s excitement grow again, but also made him feel slightly trepidatious as he hauled his massive weight again onto legs that instantly ached as soon as he was up.


He felt his cock get hard as he he put one foot on the pad - he did this by feel and guesswork for the most part, he could not so much as see a toe even when stepping forward over the great bulwark of flesh strapped to his front - but again there was nothing for it. Nathan located the display on a wall at eye level, connected to the platform by a wire. The numbers began to roll crazily as he put his weight on the pad. Seemingly to him he had barely put any weight on it as the numbers shot past the 300’s and into the 400’s, that made Nathan wince, but he barely paused. Every second on his feet was an active discomfort and required his constant attention, as if he were learning to walk all over again.


The 400’s and then the 500’s flew past as he got almost enough weight on to get his other foot on the pad. By the time the first digit was a dizzyingly high “7,” the numbers were moving less rapidly. Nathan grunted as his moved his left foot up and then onto the pad and the “7” became an “8.” He tried not to shift his weight too much, but it was difficult because of the ache in his knees and calves. The number, that burning question in Nathan’s mind, however, was still bouncing around heavily between the mid-teens and high twenties. It was then he realized that he was still bracing himself against the wall for balance. “Urgh!” grunted the bloated man as he pushed himself back into a free standing stance, he still wobbled and it took his full attention not to reach out for the wall again. The number shot up a startling amount and Nathan watched it with both excitement and mild horror as it more or less settled itself on a final verdict: “898.5” give or take half a pound. “Over 800, my fat ass!” Nathan laughed and cursed, thinking of the strange fox man for the first time since waking up. But the reality of being just shy of 900 lbs was more a comfort than a cause for alarm. Nathan had already gotten through the initial shock, he just had a more precise way to measure it now, which made it feel more real, more scaleable somehow.


Armed with this new tidbit, Nathan forced himself through the bathroom portal, this time scraping his ass on the door frame as he tried to make room for his massive, jutting belly. He clamored through the bedroom, hands grabbing and leaning on the bed frame, a dresser, or a near wall, anything to prevent the possibility of tipping over like a drowsing cow, and made his way to the door on the opposite side of the room.
 

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At first, Nathan was dumbfounded and thought he was looking at a closet and that he was somehow trapped in a Twilight Zone room with no entrance or exit. After looking past the hanging clothes - less than a dozen garments, but each of shocking size and folded on themselves two, sometimes three times to fit in the ‘narrow’ space - and the smart looking drawers, Nathan saw that it was actually the end of a very short hallway. Nathan took a couple more steps and fumbled around the corner. Various parts of his belly, hips and ass brushed or pressed against things, making the space feel cramped despite the generous dimensions of the hallway/closet.


It was a very short walk, just a few steps and then Nathan was in a very large room with a high ceiling, it looked to be a combined kitchen and living room. At least there was a stove, sink and cabinets at one end and a very large TV and sofa at the other. Nathan wondered upon seeing it how many person-sized cushions his ass would envelop when he sat there. But more immediately, he was grateful to see that the previous occupant of this monstrously obese body had provided another of those delightfully over-wide stools with wheels nearby, right where the hallway entered the kitchen area. Nathan released a huge sigh as he took the weight off of his legs, even though his ass drooped off the stool at either side like melting cheese.


The easiest way to move around on the stool was to push himself backwards, office chair style, however, Nathan could not really look over his shoulder to see where he was going - his shoulders were enlarged and brimmed nearly to his ear lobes in addition to the encasing ring of neck fat framing most of his head - and there was no chair back, so he had to be careful about reclining while pushing. He was still paranoid about falling, or even just winding up on the floor and possibly unable to get up.


As he was scooting around the kitchen, opening and closing the cabinets Nathan noticed that the countertops were set at an appropriate height to use while seated, however, Nathan had a hard time imagining himself using them as when he approached, his big gut was the first thing to bang into the cabinet doors; it did this while the edge of the counter was still over two feet away from his outstretched fingertips, straining uselessly. The only way Nathan could reach anything on any of the counters was to park his huge self parallel alongside the counter like a docking ship and grope one-handed with his head turned. Nathan supposed that there was only so much one could do to ameliorate the effects of nearly half a ton of excess blubber.


As far as food went, there was a lot and nearly all of it the kind that Nathan liked, all neatly organized too. There was no pantry, but nearly all of the lower cabinets contained food; one contained a stunning collection of expensive looking brass and ceramic cookware and another full of stacked glass and plastic tupperware. One of the food cabinets contained nothing but cookies, chips and assorted other sweet and readily edible snacks. Lacking self-conciousness, Nathan grabbed an unopened box of Oreos and began to rapidly devour them, one whole cookie at a time. The possibility of perhaps losing some or any of the terrible weight on his frame had not occurred to him. Rather it seemed that he could finally indulge the hunger inside of him which was more sexual in nature rather than having anything to do the organs or bodily needs. His body was already ruined beyond repair to his mind and after all, someone of his extraordinary size ought to have an extraordinary appetite to match. At least, that was Nathan’s half-hearted and dishonest justification. Really, he just wanted to feel like a fat slob, a fattened, greasy hog of a man as he’d never been able to realize in his previous life. If only he could have tugged on his dick, or even wiggled it a little. That inability was an increasingly intense sort of mental torture as the morning turned suddenly to afternoon.


Even as he was munching through the snack stockpile, Nathan thought about a heavier meal and what he could manage while wearing the 50 pound water wings on each of his arms. There was not one, but two large refrigerators and a third, devoted freezer, the kind with an awesome metal handle and even a pin lock on a chain. There was plenty of red meat, chicken and frozen sea food as well as over a dozen different cheeses. There were two doors full of condiments and sauces in addition to the collection of yogurts, puddings and assorted other convenient packaged edibles. The greens were less abundant, but there were as many types and more than Nathan knew what to do with. He paid attention to the tomatoes and lettuce - he was fond of BLT’s - and pulled out a couple sticks of mozzarella before shutting the doors. Nathan shoved them into his mouth, not caring about the clashing taste of chocolate lingering between his teeth. His stomach accepted them with zero effort, despite his eating, he still felt a mild twinge of hunger from his vast middle, similar to the way he felt if he ate an apple for a snack when he was particularly hungry. Nathan was not surprised to feel that way. In fact, he expected to be able to pack away much more food than he would have ever been able to before. What he wanted to do actually was eat until he was sick and then marvel at what he imagined was a ridiculous capacity to gorge. It was because he was feeling this way that Nathan decided to make his first real meal with his new figure a huge one. Of course, he did not really want to work that hard, so he went with an old staple, but still favorite: frozen chicken tenders and fries. Nathan did not have to look hard to find the family sized bags of each in the freezer and he rolled his way over to the oven to begin preheating.


Reaching down to get the cooking pans proved almost as difficult as reaching up, however. His torso had become remarkably inflexible, banded as it was with enough fat to triple and more his old girth. He almost fell onto his face as he was groping fruitlessly down, as much to further test his mobility as to actually open the bottom oven drawer. The stool shifted from under him and suddenly there was a ton of weight on his left leg. Nathan spilled forward, or at least oozed forward. His belly, already in contact with the oven and the cabinet beside it, flushed up to the countertop and Nathan heard the groaning of wood. Breast meat flooded into his face as belly meat was pushed up and Nathan was almost stuck, panting hard just from the effort of maintaining his awkward position. He couldn’t straighten up, there was not enough strength in his legs, not with the friction of his entire front pressing against the oven door and cabinet, he was half blinded too as his left eye was closed by a bulging cheek from below. He started to panic before he realized that the stool had not flown out behind him as he’d expected. Rather it’d been caught by his hanging ass fat, though it was not supporting more than the weight of the ass cheeks themselves at the moment. With effort, Nathan managed to place himself back on the stool, where he breathed heavily with a hand on his vast chest for comfort. The adrenaline of the near encounter with the floor did not feel good, it made his heart race uncomfortably fast in his chest and it did not slow down for a long time afterwards.


In the end, Nathan opened the oven drawn with his right foot - he tried first to use his left, but could hardly tell when it was in contact with the handle - and then used his big toe to flip up two cookie sheets so he could reach them with his hand. Not being particularly fond of the state of his feet, Nathan wiped off the spot where he thought the sheets had come into contact with them with a disinfectant wipe from under the sink. He then proceeded to load up each of the big cookie sheets with more food than he would have ever prepared for himself, one completely full of tenders and the other almost bursting with french fries. The amount of food would probably have comfortably served five, but Nathan wondered if he would be hungry for seconds afterwards or not. The sky seemed like the limit with so huge and corpulent a body as he had.


The oven dinged when it’d reached the required 450 degrees and Nathan, with effort, got the two heavy trays into the oven without burning any of his tender, slug-pale flesh. Nathan took note of the time since he did not want to press himself against the stove door as would have been necessary to set the timer on the stove itself.


Nathan was heady with the sense of his own corpulence and gluttony, but he had to wait nearly half an hour for the meal to be ready. To fill time, he scooted over into the living room. He found the remote - neatly ensconced in an over-armrest remote bag - and played with the entertainment system. Despite the effort involved, he did transfer his heavy self onto the sofa which creaked alarmingly. He put himself right in the middle and his ass did liberally fill the center cushion and the two next to it so that either love handle was touching the two arm rests, although Nathan would not have been able to reach both armrests with his hands simultaneously. It was sitting on, filling rather, the sofa that Nathan got a real sense of how remarkably wide he was. As for his belly, he let its weight force his knees apart and he could feel it occasionally brushing his legs at ankle level and so only a couple inches from resting on the floor itself. Nathan, his cock uselessly hard and pulsing deep under his mammoth gut wanted to know how it would feel to have that same belly still larger and resting firmly on the wood floor, a monument to his gluttony and decadence.
 

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While Nathan did not have much in the way of practical skills, being a lifetime underachiever, he actually was rather savvy when it came to using electronic media and gaming devices. The huge television was a smart TV and seemed to have all of the major streaming services installed but he didn’t recognize the names of any of them, even if some of the logos seemed familiar, like a large red “W” on a black background. While stuffing his hand into the remote bag - he had to lean so far over to do this that he was practically lying down, but it was manageable - he found controllers for both Xbox and Playstation, though again they were a bit wonky, the playstation controller was solid white for starters and the colors were inverted on the Xbox controller. There was also a cordless mouse and keyboard.


The latter were a bit of a puzzle for Nathan, but after a couple minutes, Nathan had the keyboard resting pretty comfortably over his left breast and was running the laser mouse over the surprisingly wide, surprisingly level shelf his right breast made. Even more surprisingly, it worked quite well, though Nathan was sure that his milky white skin was not the intended operating surface. There was a computer attached to the TV which Nathan found by flicking through the inputs and the TV would become an extra large desktop if he wanted. Nathan was amused by the cleverness of it all. He had been sure that he would not be able to use a computer properly with an extra large medicine ball stuck on his front. However, with this arrangement, it was both comfortable and easy, easier in fact than the gaming controllers which forced him to get his hands close together. Nathan barely noticed the clock in the lower left corner of the screen in time to avoid burning his food. Nathan’s only saving grace was that with the sheer quantity of the chicken and fries, the cooking time was slightly longer than he’d expected; the fries in particular were browner and a little dry for his liking. Despite the lower quality, Nathan did not care, he just wanted to fill his tub of a stomach to the brim.


Nathan did not bother putting the food on plates. He just carried the heavy sheets over to the table and set them down. He did get one plate but only for the necessity of dipping sauces which he pulled out of the refrigerator. He might have simply scarfed everything from the counter top, but Nathan was not quite that craven. As it was, however, he drenched every morsel in ketchup, ranch and barbecue sauce until the original flavor of fry or chicken was wholly lost. But that was ok, Nathan practically worshiped the gods of Heinz. Nathan ate and kept eating, quickly getting erect again, and staying that way through the whole meal. The food was enough to distract him from it, but only just and only if he kept shoveling food into his fat maw. Nathan did not even attempt to keep his fingers clean and as a result his chin, cheeks and fatty neck pillow grew similarly stained with red and brown. The sauces crept into the long crease between jaw and bloated neck, so it felt annoyingly sticky as Nathan moved his head, but he could not summon the will to care enough to wash or even wipe his face.


The hunger went away quickly, but Nathan was trying to satisfy a different hunger. And indeed, Nathan found that after he’d emptied half of each tray, there still seemed to be a disquieting amount of free space inside of him despite having already eaten more than he ever would have in his right mind during his past life. With a delicious sense of freedom, Nathan kept on stuffing himself. But Nathan did start slowing down as the trays were down to their last platefuls. Weirdly, Nathan began breathing more heavily before the stomach pain began. He could actually feel the huge distended sac of stomach within him press onto his diaphragm with each deep intake of air. It made him catch his breath and almost hiccup each time the muscle encountered that huge, rock-hard mass.


After Nathan polished off the very last chicken strip, the stomach ache settled in. It was a queerly extensive sensation as it spread over a vast area inside of him. The stomach ache started as a dull pain, but grew even as his eating paused, seeming to catch up with him belatedly. It expanded until it seemed to fill the round smooth dome that Nathan saw between the twin hills of breast meat. He groaned and rubbed at the surface futilely, the pain was sourced far below his reach. Despite the pain, Nathan shoved the last handfuls of fries into a reluctant, slimy mouth; his jaw ached from chewing. The last few mouthfuls made Nathan so hard it hurt and it drove him crazy that he couldn’t get relief from his erection. He knew that the slightest bump would make him come, he even tried rocking his belly side to side to transfer the motion somehow to his genitals. But there was nothing but the overwhelming need of it, with no relief. Nathan started to cry in frustration, but had to give up the effort, the jostling of his belly was doing nothing but making his stomach ache worse. Despite the ensuing madness and desperation, however, Nathan hardly regretted doing this to himself. He was a massive pig and loved it, every inch. Somehow being too fat to jerk off even added to the high of the experience. His inability and helplessness enhanced his libido in a self feeding cycle that was as addictive as it was self contradictory. Nathan knew he was beyond self control at this point, and he loved it.


Nathan did eventually find the impetus to move again, some time after his erection had faded without release. As Nathan washed the mostly dried mess stuck to his face and inside his facial rolls, he thought that he was going to have to get used to the decided lack of orgasms as well as the constant erections brought on by the movements of his enormous body as well as over eating. “If there’s such a thing as tantric masturbation, I guess this is it!” he laughed to himself as he ran his fingers under and between his chins. A lump he had not been aware of dislodged itself and fell into the sink. Nathan saw that it was a lost french fry. Without thinking, he grabbed the soggy lump of fried potato and stuffed it down his throat. His stomach pulsed angrily inside of him and Nathan felt disgusted with himself, but also loved that same feeling of disgust. After that, Nathan threw water over his head, it felt wonderful because he had gotten unexpectedly red-faced and sweaty for the whole effort.


After all that, he retired to the sofa again. Standing, as well as sitting provoked the stomach ache, but despite the huge volume of food, Nathan felt in no danger of vomiting. He put on some show by speaking into his remote, but fell asleep without remembering what it was.


He woke up two hours later and through the window, Nathan could see the brightness of the afternoon sun shining on a regular looking, landscaped apartment grounds. There were still several hours left until nightfall and Nathan found himself strangely lacking in ideas of what to do next. The stomach ache had completely gone however, and Nathan’s libido was still twitchy and overactive. So in spite of the effort to get up, Nathan transferred his ass from the sofa to the stool and wheeled his fattened bulk back to kitchen and filled his arms with sweet snacks which he brought back to the sofa. He ate his way mindlessly through these with no apparent ill effects. Despite his intentional sickness earlier, his stomach seemed impervious to light snacking. Nathan found this mode of overeating surprisingly comfortable and natural and wondered if this was how the old 900 pound Nathan had gotten this big, if in fact there was an ‘old 900 lb Nathan.’


“Dear God, I’m going to be 1,000 pounds in no time…” Nathan said to himself as he finished off the last of the snacks he’d brought - a six pack of chocolate pudding cups all eaten sequentially - but even the realization of that seemed strangely unreal and Nathan could not bring himself to act on it immediately. Hell, the whole day felt like a dream, a painful dream for sure, but also one of total fulfillment. Some part of Nathan’s brain refused to accept that any of this was real or permanent or that there would be real consequences for his actions, despite all evidence to the contrary.


Nathan got up a couple more times that evening, mostly to get snacks, but once to relieve himself massively in the bathroom. But all he really did was watch television and stroke his breasts and the sides and top of his belly with his fattened, rolling arms. His physical dimensions were becoming clearer in his mind and he welcomed all the accompanying sensations, even when the skin pinched or rolled against itself, eliciting a sharp, unexpected pain. It was like one big, oh-so-real wet dream. The only sour point was again, his complete hinderance in touching himself. Nathan did find his phone at some point, but in the stupor following his mega-meal and the continuous snacking that followed, he lost interest in it and put it away.
 

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Nathan lumbered to his bedroom sometime after 1:00 in the morning. It seemed that his intestinal fortitude was not as boundless as he’d imagined as all of the salty fried food was inducing a different, worse sort of belly ache. Nathan ended up drinking over half a gallon of water before getting into bed, having no taste for soda at the moment. He then had to get up several times before morning to piss, but already he was getting better at managing his hulk of a body; he still had to turn on the lights, however, he was not that confident yet to do it in the dark. The first time he went in the tub again and washed up somewhat with an extendable hose fixture. However the next time he tried using the throne. He half lifted, half shimmied his gut onto the tank and took two step backward. This did let a puff of much desired air onto his nether regions, he could even feel it a little on his dick, but mysteriously, Nathan found it impossible to produce a coherent stream. He could tell that his penis was pointing almost straight down but it almost felt like there was still something sitting on top of it despite his being sure that his belly was stretched out clear to where it attached to his abdomen. As it was, Nathan produced seemingly at random either a spray of drops, a stream down either of his thighs, or a full stream that hit the back of his belly and rolled all the way down its length into the bowl. It was disconcerting and disgusting and arousing in a sick way that Nathan had not suspected in himself; he’d never been into water sports before, it was just more evidence of how his fatness intruded into his life. He had to clean himself up again by shimming the towel under his belly as he’d done that morning, but still the insides of his legs and groin felt helplessly moist. Nathan was exhausted and just wanted to get back to sleep, and so he went, but had to get up twice more before the sun rose the following morning regardless to relieve his bladder.


Nathan did not get out of bed until late in the morning, though he was awake for some time before he left its comforting embrace. He’d eaten so much the previous day that he was not hungry for breakfast, though he could have eaten if he’d wanted, he supposed. Instead of getting up, though, Nathan spent some time spreading his legs apart as he lay either on his back or belly. He knew almost nothing about the shape of his thighs but found that they were fleshy enough to press against each other even as he spread his legs out apart as far as he could. His inner thighs and groin were still slick with moisture that was more than just sweat and bath water and it was beginning to irritate him. He would have loved to pack his legs with a nice towel, if he could have possibly reached. Maybe with that long hook from the bathroom…?


But the whole thing seemed like a lot of work. Getting out of bed was a lot of work. Already Nathan was thinking how it would be better if the entertainment system was in here instead of across the house in the living room. But eventually he did get up if only because resting in bed itself was getting uncomfortable after so long. The pain in Nathan’s muscles and joints was still immediate, but the shock of it was getting less so after so much exposure, though it still did not feel ‘normal’ by any definition. He was getting better at navigating and balancing too, after so many trips to the bathroom overnight. It was beginning to feel as if there might be a natural rhythm to the movement to his body now, though it was still out of grasp and he felt as sluggish and ungraceful as a large sea mammal. He did not want to set foot on the scale until he’d rid his body of as much processed food as possible. There were a number of reasons: false expectations, false fears, false hopes, all jumbled together in a tangle of emotions. Nathan usually considered himself a rational man, but when it came to how he felt about this tremendous, ridiculous body, he was absolutely irrational, though he was able to recognize it as so. After clearing himself and washing up, however he did step on it, just to see. The scale, at least was not a judge, merely a non-opinionated instrument. The instrument read: “899.7.”


Nathan swallowed softly and gingerly stepped off. He muttered something about ‘retained fluids’ to himself dispassionately and had a seat at the sink. Yesterday, he’d noticed various creams and powders in the drawers along with the protein bars and had not used them. Today he did, particularly the one which suggested itself for use on stretch marks.


There were actually surprisingly few stretch marks on Nathan’s body and his skin, at least what he could see in the mirror, looked to be in excellent condition save that he was as pale as a glass of milk all over. There was so much real estate, however, that Nathan did not consider using the cream all over himself; one application or perhaps two would have drained the entirety of the regular sized pouch. Instead he smeared it on what he thought might be the biggest problem areas and where he thought he saw the hint of raised lines. These were on his arm sacs - surprisingly hard to reach! - breasts and the dome of his belly, front and sides. The dome over his abdomen was fairly distinct from his pannus, the fat there was firmer and held its shape better than the wobbling mass that started with what had been his love handles and swept down to rest over his thighs and knees. He did smear some over where the two began to blend, but it was hard to reach further than that. It was also hard reaching the front of his belly dome which was well ahead of his breasts. Nathan did what he could. He also covered his hands liberally with baby powder and thrust them into all of the folds and creases he could, including under his neck. It was, just as yesterday had shown, almost impossible to make any significant progress under the paunch.


There were other creams and powders available, but Nathan was not sure which were necessary. As well, after all the rubbing and manhandling of his flesh already, his arms were aching again. He struggled to his feet, the feel of the lower pannus brushing his calves not as disquieting as it had been yesterday. When he got out into the kitchen and was again able to relieve his legs of the awful weight, Nathan was at first at a loss of what to do. After binge eating yesterday, he did not particularly feel like doing that again, not while he was still slightly queasy from the after effects. But more than that, he was just tired. He had not gotten enough sleep last night and the sleep he’d gotten had not been very good. In addition to the constant trips to the bathroom, Nathan had had a hard time staying asleep in general, he tended to wake up out of breath for no apparent reason, sometimes remembering dreams, but other times arising out of deep sleep coughing and gasping for breath. He’d tried sleeping on his side or belly, but either way was not comfortable for long periods of time. And he could barely stand being on his back for more than a few minutes before feeling like he was suffocating.


Nathan ended up breakfasting with nothing more elegant than a bowl of cereal - a big bowl granted - before scooting into the living room. He wanted to find where he had put his phone. However, after checking the most obvious places, he gave up pretty quickly, Nathan did not have the stamina for a prolonged search, not even to turn out the cushions on the couch.


After transferring his enormous ass to the sofa, Nathan just sagged for a while, staring at the blank screen of the switched off television and unable to summon the will to reach for the remote control. He wasn’t exhausted exactly, but already the huge amount of effort required to do anything was impacting him in an unexpected, but severe way. The boredom did increase over time, however, and as the tedium became unbearable, he did reach across the sofa, groaning as he did. He had tried to just lean over for it, but his torso had become supremely inflexible and he found himself almost lying on his side before his fat fingers slid over the plastic remote.


Click-clack!
 

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Something clattered to the floor unexpectedly and Nathan had no idea what it was as he had the remote in hand. It was another effort to shift himself enough so he could look down, shuffling his upper belly and breasts over the sofa cushion while his pannus jiggled and rubbed against the front of the couch. And there on the floor was his phone! ‘Where did that come from?’ Nathan wondered in extreme confusion as he was sure that it had not been there when he had scooted himself over on the stool. It was another three minutes or so trying to scoop it up from the ground as Nathan could not bend over the spare tire strapped to his middle nor did he trust his capability of getting up from the floor on his own.


When he finally had his phone in hand, though, he was even more exhausted than when he had sat down and was no longer particularly interested in it. Lacking anywhere else to put it, he slipped the smooth glass smartphone under his left breast…


He had already snugged it securely into the warm fold of heavy fat before he realized what he was doing, and, naturally, where the phone had been this entire time. Nathan’s prick became almost unbearably hard again at the realization. “Jesus, I’m fat!” Nathan breathed, never before imagining that he could be so large as to actually lose something in his fat folds, and yet here it had happened in his first day as a real lard-ass. Taking another minute or so to catch his breath, that annoying wheezing returning to the back of his throat, eventually Nathan righted himself and then turned on the television as well as activating the phone by placing his thick thumb on the obvious thumbprint reader. What followed was a very interesting four hours.


Sitting on his ass was coming naturally to Nathan now, but almost as soon as the television was on, he was realizing that more than just his body and the place where he lived had changed. He was initially startled by the lack of any familiar apps on the smart-television interface, the closest seemed to be an equivalent to Netflix, but the icon was a red “W” and was apparently named “Watchflix.” As well, the movie titles all stood out to him by virtue of being completely unfamiliar to him. Nathan browsed the entertainment selection basically at random while simultaneously doing the same on his phone, albeit in a more methodical manner.


With the phone unlocked, there was abundant personal information that Nathan knew that he desperately needed. He quickly found at least a hundred personal notes, but most were written in a short hand with references to things that he could only guess at without context. In the first few minutes, however, he found, disturbingly, several apps on the phone dedicated to weight-loss, fitness tracking, and self-help. One was called “Headspace” and upon touching the bubble, it went immediately to a previously opened part of the app with the headline “Overcoming Depression.”


Nathan swallowed. “Doesn’t look like Old Nathan was a happy guy…” he muttered to himself. The more that Nathan perused the phone as well as some of the more practical apps on the television, the more the picture of the life of the man whose body he had abducted came together: a depressed, morbidly obese, shut-in.


The news wasn’t particularly invigorating, but Nathan was not too concerned. He liked being huge! And more importantly was the prospect of the actual condition of his wish, never having to work again in his life! Old Nathan might not have appreciated his body or the things he had, but Now Nathan thought that his current environment was pretty swanky by his old standards, not to mention how everything in here was optimized to his huge, fat-stuffed self. Nathan still was not sure how he was going manage doing anything outside when moving around the house was almost too exhausting already, but he was sure he would figure out something in time.


As the afternoon progressed, hunger steadily replaced the lingering nausea from the previous day’s food binge, however, just like before, Nathan’s weight made for a potent barrier where it came to deciding to move off of the couch he had sunken into. His stomach was growling and sending strong pangs through his midsection by the time Nathan was finally hemming and hawing about moving himself back onto the rolling stool. He was just about to go when, flipping through the phone screens, an app stood out to him labeled “UBI.”


“Oh wow, they actually did it here…” Nathan gasped as the undecorated government interface opened for him. Having always been liberal-minded, Nathan was giddy that Universal Basic Income seemed to have been fully implemented in this iteration of the world, not only that, but the numbers he was looking at seemed to be generous, albeit, he was not sure if the same dollars went as far here. The app tracked the monthly payments sent to Nathan from good Ol’ Uncle Sam along with a disability check which was almost as large as the income. Through this, Nathan was finally able to identify which of the dozens of unfamiliar apps was his bank account. He double clicked the home button on the phone eagerly to see how many zeros he had access to.


Well… in the end, he was surprised by the amount. “This can’t be right…” Nathan muttered, swiping left and right with his fat fingers. He moved the phone from right to left hand, mostly using his thumbs to navigate it since it was nearly impossible to use both of his hands on the small screen due to the girth of his chest and arms. Nathan tried to convince himself that there were probably other accounts with other banks, but couldn’t really bring himself to believe it given the mounting evidence of the kind of life Old Nathan was living. He let the phone rest easily on the shelf made by his wide left boob and thought again more reflectively about how he had been ignoring his now ravenous hunger just to avoid the aches and pains of his back and knees. “What have I gotten myself into?” He asked himself, sweeping the long hair back from his head.


The bank account had been more than a couple digits short of what he had been expecting. Granted, there was more here than Nathan had been able to save previously, owing entirely to a very large deposit about eight years previously in the six-figure range. However, there had been very few deposits since then other than the monthly government stipend, and the bank sum had dwindled steadily, now sitting at what seemed like a paltry $26,000 dollars. That was about a year’s income in Nathan’s old world and undoubtedly it would last far longer with the UBI, but even though Old Nathan had been getting those payments for years, the balance had kept dropping, seemingly faster now than it had been a few years ago as far as Nathan could tell without a deep analysis.


He shook his head slowly. “What the fuck?!” He eventually burst out, stamping his soft feet against the tile floor hard enough to hurt deep in the tissues despite the lack of overall sensation. He punched ineffectively at his breasts and belly, but only succeeded in causing himself more pain, so he soon stopped. But resolve built up within his fat-clotted chest. That fox would have a lot of explaining to do if he ever got a hold of him again… But his stomach growled again, more intensely than before and Nathan groaned. That would have to wait for later, however. He had more important business to attend to.



Nathan ate heavily from the contents of the fridge and pantry, enabled by the easy preparation of the food stuffs at hand. Still, his back and arms were aching with the effort of all the bending and stretching involved and his knees weren’t appreciative of the few times when he had had to stand up briefly to use the counters properly or the stove top. He ate himself into a pleasant food coma and before long was waking up to nature’s call after having passed out on the couch. It was late in the night again, and again he was terribly thirsty such that even a whole liter of iced water had gone down the hatch before he even started to feel quenched. He pissed voluminously in the tub again as things were just too messy for the throne and washed up with the hose. As he dried himself off as best as he could, things seemed to be falling into a familiar enough pattern even though his sleep cycle was completely fucked up with the frequent, but necessary interruptions.
 

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he beginning of Nathan’s third day as a beached whale began as the previous one had, with a lot of coughing and a mouth that tasted of salty boogies, but with a revelation as exciting as it was ominous. After having relieved himself, and on an empty stomach, the scale read, “901.2.”


“Holy cow!” Nathan exclaimed, clutching at the huge dome of fat strapped to his front with insufficient hands. Clearly his binge eating and constant snacking had ‘rewarded’ him, but over two pounds in two days was still impressive. He gave his king-sized gut an appreciative pat even as he waddled to the nearest surface to let the incredible load down and rest his legs.


As he was moving around this morning, however, Nathan was bothered by increased chafing between his inner thighs, worst nearest to his buried groin. He was surprised by the level of irritation, in fact, that felt like a well progressed rash and added appreciably to his discomfort when walking. With a mix of shame and anger at himself, he assumed correctly that the irritation was probably due to his poor hygiene in that hard-to-reach area over the past 72 hours. He hissed with the stinging pain as he flushed the area with hot water in the bath for a long time and scrubbed at it with the loofa on a stick even though it was extremely difficult to penetrate that deep into his own fat folds. Nathan really wished he knew how Old Nathan had dealt with this particular problem as the more he tried to groom his lower half properly, the more insurmountable the problems of mobility and reach became. Even applying a diaper rash ointment after the shower seemed like a lost cause as the stuff kept smearing on his inner thighs long before reaching the problem areas, even when Nathan tried using the rubber hook to push loaded cotton swabs up towards the fork of his legs. Embarrassingly, he thought he lost more than a couple of them up there, but had almost no way of knowing where they were even as he tried to retrieve them with the same hook. In all, this time he spent in the bathroom was the least fun he had had so far in being a jumbo fat ass, other than the breathing issues while trying to sleep and the lack of sleep in general.


When he had done as much as he could, he waddled back into the kitchen and scarfed down another big bowl of cereal as well as eight or nine hard boiled eggs he found in the fridge. He took a family sized bag of potato chips to the sofa with full intent of not moving again until evening. Having drifted off in the middle of a Watchflix movie, he almost made it. However, around 5’oclock, his phone buzzed from its now familiar holster under Nathan’s left man-tit. He wiped drool not only from the side of his mouth but also from where it had collected - in surprising volume! - in a neck fold which had formed under his jowl as he had let his head fall to the side. The phone had a notification the read as following: “Doctor Visit - 10am.” Nathan swallowed.


More research that evening eventually calmed his nerves as Nathan anxiously considered how he could possibly get to a doctor’s office knowing full well that he would likely collapse from either pain or exhaustion before he even made it to the nearest bus stop; he scoffed at the idea of him operating a car when the steering column would have to literally pass through his gut and between his breasts. Eventually he did find a scooter tucked away in a wall closet, though with the size of its seat, Nathan would be overflowing it on both sides by a wide margin. He set it to charge in a wall socket regardless and wondered why such an invaluable vehicle would be left neglected in the closet in the first place.


But the scooter would not be needed, as things turned out. Over dinner, Nathan read through the large pile of personal notes searching for any meaning among the references and shorthand notations that meant nothing to him. After his fourteenth chicken nugget, he finally found something in a note dated from the previous year: “Disability Claim# D03-475937-052 - Doctor home visit app. no. - Don’t lose!” Nathan took this to mean that his previous incarnation had applied for home visits a year ago and had presumably been approved. The reminder had said ‘visit’ after all rather than ‘appointment.’ This was a huge load off of his shoulders; which left only the regular mass of his padded fat which brimmed nearly to the lobes of his ears.


After Nathan was freed from having to consider an impossible trip outside with his gargantuan bulk, however, he was able to spend some time considering the actual doctor’s visit and the implications involved. Also, as he moved through his third day, he had to admit that, in spite of the near constantly sexual arousal, he wasn’t feeling his best. The aches and pains were to be expected, but as he moved around the house, they seemed to be getting worse even compared to his first day and he was getting headaches accompanied by occasional bouts of nausea that didn’t seem to have anything to do with his food intake. His overall energy level also seemed to be decreasing. Very belatedly, he thought to wonder if this new body of his was on any medications that he had been neglecting.


It took about ten minutes, but he finally summoned the will to lift his massive carcass off of the sofa and trundle back into the bathroom. Sure enough there was a medicine cabinet there which he had ignored so far because it was hard reaching far enough forward to press his fat fingers to the mirror with his gut pressed against the sink. He let out a small gasp as he looked inside the first panel. From base to top shelf, it was completely stuffed with pill bottles! The same held true of the middle panel with only the far right panel containing any toiletries which were all squeezed together in the limited space. Nathan had never seen so many prescription drugs all together in one place. “I can’t be on all of these…” he muttered as he took a couple down down to examine. He examined them only briefly, however, as he quickly needed to sit. But a general trend did seem to develop, even though several of the bottles were simply the same medication or quite old; unfinished prescriptions apparently.


“Diabetes… high blood pressure… high cholesterol…” Nathan muttered to himself as he read through some of the drug descriptions, though quite a few only had an unrecognizable name and no description of what they did. “I seem to have hit the trifecta!” He chuckled darkly to himself. Nathan knew he ought to be very concerned at this revelation, yet his libido just crested again, sending a painful shudder of unfulfilled pleasure up his spine and into his head. Partly, these conditions just did not feel real to him yet, despite his ongoing flu-like symptoms, but the idea of being so fat that his body couldn’t handle the stress turned out to be just another turn on for him. He felt even more like a dirty pig and groaned as this made him stiffen further under the oppressive weight of his hanging gut.
 

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Although many of the drugs were unfamiliar to him, Nathan did find a pill manager and quaffed the pills in the box marked for Monday Evening, there were 12 in total, he counted. Nathan thought about checking his blood sugar since several of the drugs had mentioned diabetes, but the muscles in his arms were tired already and he didn’t know the first thing about pricking his fingers anyways.


As it was getting late again already, Nathan stumbled into bed, attempting to arrange his belly and thunder thighs into a comfortable position despite the rash that was still bothering him. He barely remembered to set an alarm for 7:00 the following morning to ensure he had at least a couple hours in which to get ready.



“Urgh…” Nathan groaned in the dim morning light as he reached ineffectually for his phone, pinned in place as he was by his irrepressible weight. It took him almost ten minutes to summon the energy to roll over, listening to the bleating of the smartphone the entire time. Eventually he managed to slap clumsily at the glass surface, breathing heavily as he did so. In the bathroom, he quaffed water from the sink and pissed like a horse in the tub despite having got up three times during the night to do the same once again, each time his throat as dry as a sand trap. He at least remembered to wash down another dozen pills with more water before he got into the tub, and he was already noticing the difference as his flu-like symptoms were mostly gone at this point. The fact that the drugs seemed to be working, however, added an extra ‘real’ factor to the concept that he was apparently not very healthy. Nathan tried to focus on just getting himself extra clean this morning and especially preventing his rash from getting any worse. Almost on cue, however, three soggy cotton balls wound up in the drain trap as he was washing out his inner thighs with the power sprayer. It was so difficult reaching down, however, Nathan decided to just leave them for now.


After drying himself the best that he was able, Nathan was faced with a new challenge: putting on clothes for the first time since his transformation. He was weirdly apprehensive, having gotten used to the feel of his pale, pale skin in the open air and running his hands over his form, or as much of it as he could reach at least.


He pulled open an unused panel in his bathroom to reveal a walk-in closet, however, unlike most of the doorways in the house, this one was of standard size which made it hassle-some to squeeze his bulk through, not to mention that there was nowhere to sit inside the closet itself. Nathan found himself planning his movements carefully to conserve energy and reduce time spent on his feet while he was still toweling himself off while sitting on his seat in the jacuzzi tub.


He got up with another groan and then positioned himself sidelong to the closet opening after having stared at it for as long as he could bear. He measured the insufficient space with a new eye to the depth of his body and took a deep breath, holding it in as he shimmied in sideways. The wood rubbed roughly against the soft skin of his front as well as across the titanic buttocks behind him. “Woof!” Nathan breathed as again he went stiff seeing his pudding-like flesh bunch up against the frame of the closet door. Thankfully his member made little difference in his ability to squeeze himself through, though he found quickly that he actually needed to press in the fat on his front midway through as the skin pulled painfully there. After pushing in his excess fat a few more times he popped his way through into the closet, mostly filling the small space and he took a deep breath, regretting as he bent forward because a back muscle twinged uncomfortably as he straightened up afterwards.


To Nathan’s immense relief, most everything in the closet seemed to be of an appropriate size and it did not take him long to pick out a shirt and a pair of elastic bottoms resembling sweatpants. This did not take long at all because there were only about a dozen outfits in total to choose from. Nathan did not even bother trying to get dressed in the closet, however, as the pain mounted in his knees and calves. He shoved his thick body through the closet opening again, rubbing the skin on his front roughly so that it turned a bright hue of red in the mirror before waddling back to bed and sitting on it heavily. Tired again already, he reluctantly pulled the shirt on over his head, the fabric pulling tight across his mammoth chest with the pancake boobs sticking out prominently. The sleeves were also too tight with white flesh welling out of them near the elbows like rising cake batter. He then stared at the bottoms, almost not knowing what to do with them, even as the minutes passed and he eventually managed to catch his breath. He became uncomfortably aware of how fast his heart was beating… basically all the time.


He did manage to get them on… eventually, but it took far more work than Nathan was expecting. For starters, with his arms hanging from the elbows, he had trouble even reaching to about waist level on his lower body let alone the legs. At first, Nathan kicked his way into the slack cloth just with his feet on the bed, but had no real way to pull them up past the knee; he had already decided to forgo undergarments to spare his sanity and take the consequences as they came. He actually tried scooting his ass forward to try to bring the elastic fabric bottoms up, but he was so heavy, this movement quickly left him gasping for breath and did little but crumple up the fabric around his lower thighs, still out of reach! Nathan had to stop for ten whole minutes just to catch his breath and by the time he was able to move again, somehow it was already 9:30! Stomach rumbling from a missed breakfast, Nathan finally thought to use the hook from the bathroom and he waddled his lard-filled ass in there with the sweatpants still hanging around his ankles. Using the hook, it was not too hard to pull up the sweats, but the fabric hugged his upper thighs firmly and was tight across the seat of his ass. Granted, this tightness he felt all over might have been partially in his head after having spent so long in the freedom of his own skin. To his surprise, however, the irritation of Nathan’s inner thigh rash decreased once he pulled up some fabric padding to separate the inflamed skin.


Shuffling and then rolling his way into the living room, Nathan collapsed into the sofa and reclined his head against the abundant thick rolls behind his skull, feeling bone tired. Never would he have thought that getting ready in the morning with just a few basic chores could take so long or be so exhausting. He closed his eyes momentarily, listening to the wheezing, whistling noise coming from the back of his throat, but had to open them again seemingly instantly as the doorbell rang.


“Umph!” Nathan grunted as he leaned forward, piling weight onto his thick legs which he still had not had a clear glimpse of until he was unsteadily on his feet again. He took a few shuffling steps to the door and opened it gingerly, undoing the three locks. Opening the front door, he was initially fascinated by the view outside which he had never bothered to look at previously and only belated saw the man standing on the threshold. “G-good morning.” He said nervously.


“Good morning, Nathan.” Said the man, doctor presumably, and he waited patiently as the obese man remembered to take a step back to allow him enough space to pass through the expanded doorway. “You can take a seat.” Said the doctor, gesturing Nathan to his own sofa as the big man shifted his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot.


Missing the slight entirely, Nathan waddled over, grateful just to sit down again. He then proceeded to have the shit scared out of him several times in quick succession.
 

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The doctor introduced himself as Garfield, but when Nathan asked if he enjoyed the comic, he just raised an eyebrow at him in confusion; Nathan still had not quite realized the depth of his cultural isolation in this new world. The doctor began with a perfunctory routine of tests Nathan was familiar with including blood pressure, temperature and listening with the stethoscope. He spent an unusually long time listening to Nathan’s chest in the large man’s opinion, however, and Garfield said fairly little during all of this. Then the doc had Nathan stand up and do a number of stretches most of which Nathan did abysmally poor at, in particular lifting one leg and also bending forward to ‘touch his toes.’ Nathan had bent forward only slightly before he could literally feel the air being pushed out of his lungs. Nathan sagged back into the couch with relief once his utter lack of physical ability had been sufficiently tested.


“Hmm…” murmured Garfield, still reserved and Nathan had a feeling that most of what he was jotting down on his tablet was bad news. “…and how have your blood sugars been lately?”


Nathan swallowed and realized after a few moments that he had no idea how to respond. He did not even know enough to lie about it. “I don’t know…” was the only thing he could say and before the doctor could press him, he added, “I haven’t checked them in a while.”


Garfeild made another note. “Well, lets check that next…” He reached into his back and pulled out something not too dissimilar from an old school tamagotchi with a blunt wand on one end. He applied the wand to Nathan’s left index finger and the obese man was shocked by a sudden sharp pain as the meter clicked loudly like a mechanical pencil. The meter displayed a number, “364” as a tiny spot of red welled on Nathan’s stinging finger.


“Is that bad?” Nathan murmured as he struggled to resist the compulsion to suck on the end of his finger.


Garfeild glanced at him reproachfully, but when he spoke his tone was perfunctory. “Still about three times as high as we want them, Nathan.” Nathan registered the ‘still’ in his mind as they went along.


Shortly thereafter, the doctor produced another instrument from his back, this time something that looked like a pen with a long and very thin plastic frond on one end. “Hold out your hands.” Said the doctor who proceeded to lightly touch the ends of Nathan’s fingers with the thin frond. “Tell me if you feel anything.”


To Nathan’s amazement and horror, he could not feel the light frond even as he saw it clearly touching the skin of his fingertips. Only when the frond was poked into his skin hard enough to bend significantly did he register any pressure. When repeated on his toes, there was even less sensation, though at least Nathan had already noticed this right away; he still avoided looking at where his left toes were missing. “Still losing nerve sensitivity…” muttered Garfield and this time Nathan did not experience an unexpected erection.


Garfield wound up taking a seat on his stool and having Nathan lift his engorged leg up onto his lap. It was difficult for him to lift his leg even that high and required a lot of shifting around of his bulbous hanging belly. “Uph…” Grunted the obese man as he finally managed it, sitting at an angle as he felt abnormal pressure on his hip. When he looked up, however, he was able to see more of his foot and lower leg than he had yet been able to. He watched as Garfield examined his foot carefully, tugging at the toes which barely registered the sensation, and prodding at his bloated calf which was covered with bumpy, cellulitic skin. The texture was highly unusual, however, almost as if his lower leg were covered with hundreds of small warts where it bulged like an overripe fruit. Garfield pulled at the loose skin. “Have you been wearing your compression socks?” He asked, his tone only increasing in coldness and formality.


Nathan could only hem and haw, but he had had no idea his leg had looked like that and was again forced to realize how little feeling his foot registered. The appointment only seemed to go downhill from there. Nathan discovered that both his blood pressure and resting heart rate were critically high and Garfield mentioned “exercise tolerance” multiple times. However, when the doctor asked Nathan to ‘avoid stressful situations’ it truly drove home the point that he was on a threshold with a sharp precipice waiting for him below. If Nathan’s ignorance registered with the doctor at all, he didn’t show it, but he did have Nathan waddle into the restroom to stand on the scale as if he did not trust him to report his weight accurately.


“Well, that’s not the direction we want to go…” he muttered and made another note as the scale read “901.8.”


“He guess not…” Nathan replied weakly, on the verge of an existential crises.


Garfield tapped his tablet with the stylus he carried, “You realize that we won’t be able to do the weight reduction surgery until you’re at least under 600 pounds, correct?”


Nathan just looked at the doctor blankly, unable to respond. Eventually they walked back into the kitchen. The obese man had to place a hand on the counter to catch himself as Garfeild came to a sudden halt, however, “You realize I’m going to have to increase your insulin prescription?” He said in an accusing tone which was the most emotion he had displayed yet. “It will put more strain on your kidneys, but your sugars will kill you faster…” More writing on the tablet and this was followed by, “I do hope you understand that you’re taking your life into your hands with your life choices, Nathan.” He shook his head slowly, “You’ve got to get the weight off or you’ll be looking at multiple system failures in a few more years.” He reached out to touch Nathan on his dome belly briefly, the first sign of sympathy he’d given so far. “It’s not too late to turn things around, but you have a long road ahead of you.” He wasn’t too much longer before the visit was over. Garfield wound up taking several vials of blood with a phlebotomy kit before walking out the door. “I’ll send you a set of instructions by email and I’ll need to see you again next month.” The doctor let himself out of Nathan’s house and the obese man just sat there, unable even to lock up after him for the longest time.
 

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Checking his blood sugar constantly sucked as Nathan quickly found and it was almost as bad as administering insulin to himself, though as Nathan discovered, his diabetes was already so bad that he had to use an actual insulin pump attached to his body rather than a syringe. The pump, as it turned out, had been inside a shelf in his refrigerator the entire time, along with cartridges of insulin. Dialing a number into the pump unit after he ate something was easier in some ways than injecting himself, Nathan figured abstractly, however the needle which was imbedded into the flesh on the underside of his belly was a constant pain, both to put in each morning as well as occasional odd movements which jostled it unexpectedly. And of course, there was still the painful finger pricking which Nathan never got used to even though his fingers were disturbingly numb to light pressure.


By the time he had spent three weeks in his new body, however, Nathan had learned a surprising amount given the short period of time. It helped not having a job in that regard. Nathan never would have imagined that he would know as much about sugar, carbohydrates and metabolism as he had learned in such a short time. As well, it turned out that Garfield responded to email and was able to give Nathan advice on how to improve his personal hygiene given his physical limitations and how to deal with the constant threat of rashes and skin infections which seemed to hound him from different angles day by day as well as the more troubling effects of fluid retention in his lower extremities and the accompanying tissue degradation.


In the days immediately after Garfield’s visit, Nathan was very anxious about the proximity of potential death. He was so anxious that he found it hard to eat anything and his weight promptly fell back under 900 pounds, which was something of an initial relief but soon began to grate on his mind. The fact that he had been there, had been a colossal 900 pound fat ass seemed to dwell in the back of his mind, particularly when he did begin to feel hungry again and even more so as his fattened self continued to arouse him. Nathan tried to recall Garfield’s words, his serious, knowledgable expression when his thoughts turned back to the numbers on the scale, but this became more and more difficult over time.


It initially shocked Nathan when he lost 15 pounds that first anxious week as Nathan replaced the time he would have spent eating with research and additional time working with his unworkable body. The doctor informed him by email that this was normal and that the initial loss was just water weight and a lot of excess sugar and fat being released by his liver. This calmed Nathan down somewhat as he was filled with conflicting emotions even though the difference in the tone of his body was almost negligible despite the loss.


Well, there was one difference, he was feeling much better the week following, in fact, he felt so good he almost thought he could manage a short walk outside, though honestly he did not really want to risk being seen by anyone. Between the medication and the insulin schedule, his flu-like symptoms went away completely and his energy levels practically doubled. Even his rash cleared up gradually, though Nathan still had a hard time keeping his innermost confines dry. And as Garfield had predicted, the scale remained almost fixed at 884.9 pounds. One or two days that second week, Nathan had given a go at dieting, but he knew his heart wasn’t in it.


“600 pounds…” Nathan muttered to himself late one evening on the third week. He was coming off one of his long research binges and slowly stuffing cookies into his mouth one by one. He was adapting quickly to this world which seemed more polished and convenient than the one he had left. Not only was his rent and food costs completely covered by his checks from the government, but Nathan had found the service his other self had been using to have food delivered right to his apartment. With that, there was basically no reason ever to leave the house which suited him just fine for the present.


Nathan knew that Garfield was going to scold him for his lack of progress on the weight front. In fact, just in the past week, he had regained four of the fifteen pounds he had dropped so suddenly during his initial freakout. Yet it was hard now to find the will to care inside his psyche, despite all of his multiple health concerns. Nathan loved to the core of his being how outrageously huge he was and that made the thought of losing 300 pounds ludicrous and not just for the obvious practical reasons.


Nathan had not sold his life away just to come here and struggle with a diet for the rest of his life! And yet, Garfield hadn’t been lying. His stats were redlining on multiple fronts, heart, breathing, liver, kidneys… his pancreas already was almost completely shot. Nathan knew rationally that his life was at risk here, and in fact, just getting this unhealthy had already shaved a couple decades off of this body’s potential life span. And yet, and yet… His libido was thriving, the heart palpitations and back pain he felt when he stood up for too long made him hard as a rock under his titanic gut. Even the sugar alerts when his insulin pump buzzed him after eating too many carbs in one sitting were beginning to elicit a response from him. Nathan ran his thick hands through his long hair again and again, these thoughts and feelings were driving him mad! He knew that he was never going to be able to do what Garfield wanted, even if he did somehow manage it, all it would do would make him miserable at what he had lost, and for what? The damage was already done, all he would be buying himself is one or two more decades going in and out of hospitals. Garfield had admitted that much already. With the prospect of having his one life’s dream utterly demolished, it seemed like too high a price to pay… and yet, at the same time, of course Nathan did not want to die!


“Damn that fox! The fucker!” This was exactly like those genie scenarios in popular culture. “Careful what you wish for…” laughed Nathan to himself before tugging at his hair again.


Ever since the doctor’s visit, Nathan had thought strongly about trying to contact his vulpine wish granter again. Only for the sake of the pleasure he received being so utterly bloated had he postponed the idea and tried to make things work out. However, faced with the choice between fulfilling his desires and dying within the next eight or ten years or making himself completely miserable for the rest of his life and still dying young, Nathan felt like the best option was to get out of this situation entirely.


He got onto his phone and pulled up the Skype equivalent, “Phyto.” He tried searching for a user named “MagicSexFox5656.”


To his dismay, the results came back, “No User Recorded.” Nathan swallowed heavily.
 

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Over the next three months, Nathan tried in vain to scour the internet for the elusive, possibly nonexistent fox-man. He did find several users with the same profile name on various social media platforms and online forums. He spammed their inboxes ruthlessly, but invariably either they played dumb or didn’t respond at all.


Nathan kept at it in his spare time, but gradually devoted less and less time to the project. The specter of death hung over him less and less intensely as the months passed and he found that he could keep himself feeling reasonably good by sticking to his medications and insulin religiously. Of course he did not follow through with Garfield’s weight loss plan. After all, why should he when, inevitably, he would find that fox-person and bargain to get his old life back. The scale ticked up pound by pound, passing 900 pounds again and rolling over for the final stretch to four digits. Nathan wasn’t trying to gain weight per say, but sometimes when he was feeling especially horny, he would go on a bender, emptying out the fridge and stuffing himself until he was too stunned to move. Lately, chocolate protein shakes spiced with butter and whiskey had been his drug of choice, 5,000 Calories a pop. Nathan at least tried not to do that to himself too often, however. His insulin pump certainly did not care for it, and he tended to get headaches afterwards anyways from the sky-high sugar rush that followed.


It was hard fully covering his larger than average food costs with Uncle Sam’s penny, though, especially when extras like the weight-gain shakes and alcohol had to come from his own account. Watching his funds steadily decrease with no means of cash infusion troubled Nathan and he was beginning to feel a bit isolated and lonely too at this point; one can only play with their boobs and belly for so long after all. Nathan decided to attempt to remedy both problems by re-entering the fat-admiring community. He was honestly surprised at the level of response he received.


Apparently, even in this age of social welfare, there were remarkably few people over 900 pounds and fewer still who were not coy about photographing themselves. Nathan found it ludicrously easy to sell even basic and primitive pictures of himself taken with his phone’s timer function. Soon after that, he gained more of an online presence than his prior shut-in version had ever seemed to have. People were enthusiastic and appreciative of his size, which assuaged Nathan’s ego immensely, and he chatted with men, a lot of men, but also a surprisingly large amount of women! It was not long at all before he was being propositioned, but Nathan tried to take things slowly, knowing that his physical location likely could not be changed should anything go wrong with his online image.


But given the hunger of fat admiring women (and to an even larger extent men), less than two months had passed before a half dozen of his closest followers were sending him offers of meeting locations, paid dates at expensive, and pre-vetted restaurants that could accommodate his size… and paid hotel rooms, if only he could come. Nathan only had so much fortitude in him to resist these carefully laid plans and the scooter was fully charged and ready to go. Even the prevarication that nothing in his wardrobe fit any longer, he was rocking 950 pounds easily by this point, was quickly tackled and disposed of as overnight packaging arrived at his stoop, his measurements being public knowledge and updated weekly.


He told the first one, “Okay, I’ll come…” the first of many, as it turned out.


The first time Nathan left his home since being transferred to this alternate world was six months to the day since he first arrived. However, it was not nearly as eventful as he had been expecting for someone so unusual in appearance as he was. He waddled out of his front door, dressed in well fitting clothing, the trousers held up with suspenders hidden under his shirt and with an expansive ‘belly pocket’ sewn into the front. He dragged the scooter behind him and sat down on it heavily. Nathan was not feeling too bad with his medications being adjusted each month, however, the extra 50 pounds and more was telling on his knees and the diminishing amount of time he could tolerate being on his feet.


Nathan was so fat that his ass sagged heavily over both sides of the actually generously sized seat and it was difficult for him to get both of his feet onto the scooter’s body due to the thickness of his thighs. He felt like the literal incarnation of those obese twins riding the miniature motorcycles, then realized that he was probably a lot fatter than either of those guys had been. His gut pressed heavily into the steering column of the scooter even though it had been bent outwards to try to minimize that as well as filling most of the space between his ankles, almost resting on the floor of the scooter itself.


“Here goes nothing…” said Nathan as he turned the key to bring the electric motor to life. It came on silently and jolted forward with a decent kick as he inexpertly tugged on the acceleration lever with a fat finger. Soon he was rolling down the pavement of the apartment complex, marveling at the sights he hadn’t seen before and following the directions his phone gave to him. The scooter’s motor whirred loudly as he built up to a walking pace, but that was good enough for his purposes, he didn’t actually have to go too far.


Nathan rolled to the nearest bus stop, which as it turned out was less than a block away, but he didn’t have to get on the bus. A car came and fetched him, a van actually and with the middle row rolled down to accommodate him and his scooter. The van took him to a surprisingly swanky restaurant and Nathan had the best date he’d had in quite some time, perhaps ever if he was being honest with himself.


Her name was Dorothy (she had no idea what the Wizard of Oz was), and she was pretty, middle aged and recently divorced, or so she told Nathan. They made good conversation as Nathan was catching up fast on the alternate movies, the alternate television and the alternate history of this place. She was friendly and highly likable and intensely interested in his body. “I’ve never had a boy as big as you before…” she teased as she encouraged Nathan to indulge in both the wine and the chocolate drizzled bacon. Dorothy was a little heavy herself, but at less than 200 pounds, she was still a waif sitting next to Nathan who took up an entire three-person booth and was still too fat to sit at the table properly. Dorothy had had the regular table replaced with a smaller bar table half the size which she placed in front of herself and fed Nathan most of his food with her fork. He didn’t delve too much into her personal life as she had made it clear earlier, and did so with her mannerisms during the date, that this would be a one night stand.


She took Nathan upstairs into the hotel which filled the upper floors of the same building, tolerating and, in fact, relishing at his numerous mobility handicaps and need for the scooter. “How far can you walk on your own?” She asked him huskily.


He looked down the long hallway. “Maybe that far… maybe.” He said with perfect honesty as she suddenly began to grope at his huge breast which was probably three times the size of her own modest rack. They were kissing and fondling each other even as Nathan wobbled in through the threshold of the room. They did the normal stuff first, Dorothy surprised at the intense body odor Nathan had under his enormous paunch even though he’d cleaned religiously just before he left. But even that didn’t seem to bother her after the first hand job. Due to Nathan’s sheer size, she had difficulty riding him and, of course, he could do almost none of the work himself. His belly was so big and heavy and his reach so short he couldn’t even properly hold his tummy back for her. But Dorothy had an intense stamina for a “49” year old woman. It was not ultimately his first orgasm since Nathan had gotten this big, but the full release had indeed been few and far between.


After the second time as Nathan lay on the bed panting, feeling his heart pulse rapidly in his throat, and thinking that he should have taken a double dose of aspirin before he left, Dorothy said, “Did you know that you have a second belly under here?”


“What?” He asked, as he struggled and ultimately failed to lift his head.


“Yeah, this thing.” She said and reached under, pulling at some mound of fat he could feel right above his dick. The sensation was both illuminating and stimulating because nobody’s hands had touched there before, not even Doctor Garfield’s.


“I think that’s…” He struggled to remember the term from the forums, “…my FUPA.”


“You’re what?” Asked Dorothy, still fondling the huge mass of fat that straddled his member.


“Fatty Upper Pubic Area, FUPA.” He recited. He took a few deep breaths, she was getting him going again.


“Yeah, well…” she pushed up with her arm and elbow and stuck her head under Nathan’s wave of belly fat with effort. “Your dick’s basically inside a cunt.” She said teasing Nathan not for the first time. However, her words were new to him.


“No it isn’t!” He protested.


She slapped his meaty breast, she was getting more physical the longer the night drew on. “Is too! Hell I practically had to dive in there to pry the little guy out!”


“Show me,” He insisted.


“That’s going to need like two… maybe three mirrors, Nathan.” She mused, resolving back into stroking the ample bulk that was everywhere for her to grab.


“Well get them…” Nathan continued and would not relent until Dorothy had gotten up and was on her way to the luxurious bathroom. It was no too long, however, before Nathan was forced to admit, “Well fuck me.”


“Yeah, it’s pretty much all the way in there now, lard ass.”
 

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Nathan looked at himself for the first time for at least a minute longer through the complex arrangement of hand mirrors. The FUPA looked like nothing so much as a round mound of fat, though unlike his old one, this thing flowed forward heavily, longer even than Nathan’s flaccid length, indeed, resembling something like a miniature pannus. At its terminus, however, rather than the head of his penis, there was a vertical slit. The slit sat on top of his ball sack which was currently being crushed by the inner thighs. By the time he was done looking, however, Nathan was able to say, “Not all the way, Dorothy!” Needless to say, she took advantage of the situation.


They did some crushing, some light role play and ordered more food before going to bed. Dorothy was even interested in Nathan’s insulin pump which he had to nearly drain due to the volume of calorific food he’d eaten. She wanted to listen to his too-rapid and slightly irregular heart beat also. She didn’t get too into his health conditions though, for which he was grateful, but Nathan was also somewhat relieved that he wasn’t the only one who was turned on by his seemingly self-destructive lifestyle.


Dorothy was the first, and that wasn’t the last time Nathan saw her either as it turned out, but she was hardly the last. By the time he had agreed to the first date, there were already five other women on his short list, three of whom were willing to fly to his location to meet him. He was being treated as little more than a hunk of meat, he knew, but he honestly didn’t mind. After all… that was basically how he treated his body himself. However, the initial rush of dates didn’t last even though his view count and online popularity continued to grow. There was increasing male attention as well with strangers offering surprisingly large sums of money for non-sexual encounters like feeding and crushing. He was listed as heterosexual on all of his profiles, yet he was heavily tempted by his decreasing bank account, if nothing else. Eventually, he relented to the highest bidder and a guy he’d been chatting with comfortably for over two months beforehand, but gave him a long list of rules.


Nathan… had a surprisingly good time.
 
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