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Part II

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.

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.

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.

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.