#ssbbhm

With nothing else to do but sit around the house and eat all day, I reached 600 pounds within 7 months of quitting my job. I was having trouble finding clothes that would fit me. My ass was a little over a 5 foot wide anchor holding me down to the sofa that threatened to collapse whenever I lowered my tremendous ass down on it. Tommy did nothing to slow down my rapid expansion, but rather encouraged it, bringing home pastries, pies and pizzas. The bigger I got, the more he couldn’t get enough of me. 

I had one of the most embarrassing moments at the grocery store today. After catching my breath waddling from the car to the trolly area, I struggled to fit my elephantine proportions onto the scooter. I struggled to lift one heavy leg and move one massive thigh past the other one to get seated on the scooter. Sweating heavily and with Tom’s help I was able to get onto the scooter. It was obvious that I was well over the weight limit for the thing as sunk to the ground under my weight. It looked like I was a melting ice-cream cone, with my rolls cascading over one another and my arse hanging over the seat by several inches on both sides. We tried to get it to move. It stalled out under my weight.  We needed to order a custom one that I couldn’t outgrow. We ordered a scooter that would carry up to 750 pounds. I knew I wouldn’t be able to outgrow that. I was excited that may even have a little bit of extra room for my belly and immense thighs. I was outgrowing the backseat of our little car. I long outgrew being able to sit in the front seat. I just got too wide. I should have probably been concerned that at 625 pounds I was almost too big to fit in the car but I just couldn’t put down the fork. And after all, Tommy was elated with my size. It was around this time too that I became too fat for all commerical clothing and needed to outfits made for me. They needed to take measurments with me standing and with me sitting because my stomach was in two different places depending if I was sitting or standing.