Fatty That Wants To Grow

At 230 pounds, I said no one would notice the larger clothes I’d had to buy. Just one or a couple of sizes up- hardly a big deal… yet.

At 260 pounds, I said most people put on weight as time goes by anyway- and everyone has a slight waddle… don’t they?

At 280 pounds, I said my belt was getting old anyway. I’d started on the lowest hole but now I couldn’t reach the highest. Well when things need replacing…

At 300 pounds, I said clothes weren’t made like they used to be. Buttons break and seams burst far too easily. Time for some more new ones- just a few sizes up to be sure on this occasion.

At 330 pounds, I said rolling was actually a better way to get out of bed anyway. Why struggle to sit up when you can use your natural shape to help?

At 360 pounds, I said they really out to redesign door frames. They barely allow one person through nowadays, let alone two people passing by each other.

At 380 pounds, I said many people work from home and lots enjoy working in bed too. Why not after all? Much easier. No need for clothes either this way- saves money.

At 400 pounds, I said lots of people get a cleaner… and their partner does all the shopping… and earns all the money… why work anyway when they want to support you instead, urge you to relax instead? I could do with a few days doing nothing in bed. I’ll get up eventually.

At 450 pounds, I said it’s easy to allow a few days to become a few months… and why not when I’m told I look good like this. I might stay here just a few days more then I’ll get up and do something… probably.

At 500 pounds, I said that a few days had become a few months again- how did that happen? And yet it did. I said I’d do a bit of exercise soon.

At 550 pounds, I said so what if I can’t get up anymore? You can exercise laying down… and I said I’d start soon. Probably.

At 630 pounds, I said I may as well not bother thinking about when I’ll start some form of sedentary exercise as I can’t move much now anyway. I said yes, a crane would be good for when I need to be washed as rolling over is getting too tough, even when my partner heaves and puffs in their attempt to help.

At 700 pounds, I said it was wise of my partner to purchase a new bed last week. They read my mind- and saw my flesh overhang on both sides of it. Very proactive. Forget the pro-, I can’t even do the last bit, let alone make it pro!

At 750 pounds, I said it’s not unusual for people in certain groups to never see their feet. There are many reasons this occurs. I just can’t think of any right now but there are bound to be other reasons for it.

At 800 pounds, I said that yes, a funnel might help. They were right. It did. I didn’t even have to hold any food. The feeding tube did that for me. I said yes, I suppose getting an automatic one would save time and effort on their part.

At 840 pounds, I said I thought continuous feeding from the machine might be the next logical step, yes. I said it did solve the problem of remembering to check the machine as on a constant setting, except through the night, it needed a regular timed refill which was easier to remember. And that was indeed the last thing I said… out loud… for a tube in your mouth makes it hard to socialise.

At 870 pounds, I don’t even have to move a muscle now. The machine feeds me, the crane lifts me, my partner washes me… I just lay back and go with whatever is happening around me… and inside me.

At 900 pounds, I thought that increasing the machine speed might get done getting used to… but it became normal quite soon- as did the second and third rate increases. I thought it was good my partner aren’t enough to cover the costs.

At 950 pounds, I thought I couldn’t possibly get even bigger. Surely there’s a limit?

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