The doorbell rings. I look up from the TV, where I was focused on a video game. I have to focus very hard if I want to make any progress, otherwise my fat fingers or constantly intoxicated mind will mess me up. I look around expectantly, waiting for my feeder to run down the hallway and bring my food to me
Where are they? I feel my stomach rumble from sudden hunger, despite the fact that I had finished a bag of chips and a 2 liter of soda minutes ago. Then suddenly, through my haze filled mind, a memory pokes out. My feeder leaving the house to pick up some more weed and booze. Shit. They’re not back yet.
The delivery driver is getting impatient I’m sure. I guess I’ll just have to get the food. I can’t remember the last time I stood up without help, but I’m starting to get desperate. I shift my body forwards, pushing my belly forwards in hopes that it helps to counteract my fat ass. I brace against the arm of the couch and heave myself forwards. Somehow, miraculously, I’m able to stand up. I instantly want to sit back down. My body is so heavy and clumsy. My belly hangs 6 inches above my knees, not covering them yet, but getting there. I’m already wheezing and I haven’t even taken a single step.
Fuck, they’re gonna leave soon with my food. My belly grumbles. I brace myself and start to waddle forward. My thighs force my legs apart so walking normally is absolutely out of the question. Each step makes my belly slap against my thighs, making it difficult to move my legs very much. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest, and I get a stitch in my side from how hard I’m breathing.
I manage to wheeze out, hoping it was loud enough for the delivery driver to hear. Fuck me, when did I get so out of shape? I start to realize how fat I’ve gotten, slightly sobering up for the first time in… days? Months? Years? I’m not sure. I realize how truly obese and unhealthy I am and start to panic, I’m getting huge, how did I let myself go so badly? Just then I hear voices outside the door and a key in the lock.
“I’m so sorry piggy!” My feeder says as they come through the door with the food from the delivery driver, as well as bags full of alcohol and weed. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone so long! I thought I would be back by the time the delivery driver got here, but there was an accident on the freeway and- what’s wrong Piggy?”
I realize I must look panicked. “Nothing!” I try to wheeze out but my feeder cuts me off.
“Oh, piggy must have run out of vodka and edibles while I was out. It’s a good thing I arrived when I did” they laugh as they pass me a shot. I down it without thinking, not even considering that maybe I shouldn’t have done that. They give me an edible that i don’t know the dosage of, which I eat before doing another shot.
“There you go piggy, get nice and relaxed for me” my feeder purrs to me. I feel the shots start to hit me as warmth floods through my body. I giggle and waddle my way back to the couch. Luckily i didn’t make it very far so the journey back was easy. I plop back on the couch, which whines underneath me, and without even waiting to catch my breath, rip into one of the takeout containers my feeder held. I moan as the food enters my mouth, it tastes so fucking good. What was I worried about? Eh, who cares. I dig into the greasy burger as my feeder praises me and plays with my gut, and makes sure to keep a constant stream of beers and bong hits going into me
