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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.

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.

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!

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.

The 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.

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.