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I'm getting breathless after a short walk. I need to sit for a few minutes after tackling stairs. My cardiorespiratory system has to work overtime to shift this bulk.

My belly smothers the steering wheel in my vehicle. The seat won't go further back. The seat belt has to go right under my belly, and it's getting more and more difficult to buckle in. I need a seat belt extender.

The food bill increases weekly. I need more and more to satisfy my appetite. More and more of the foods that make me happy.

It's getting harder and harder to wash myself, to reach all the nooks and crannies, to properly clean such a large surface area. Reaching is difficult and it's also exhausting. I need extra hands to help me.

My clothes keep shrinking. It's so embarrassing when my belly hangs out of my tops in public and people stare. I can't find nice clothing, and everything is baggy and elasticated.

I'm no longer comfortable going to restaurants. If they have booths, there's no chance I'll fit. Even boothless establishments tend to be cramped, and I can't move easily between the tables and chairs. There's always takeout. Leaving the house is overrated.

I break furniture; mass-produced stuff isn't designed for someone my weight. New places make me anxious because I don't know what seating they will have. Will it be the dreaded chair with the pencil-thin legs?

I have to buy 2 seats when I fly. Modern budget airlines are not accommodating of someone my size. I can't even lower the tray. I don't even dare to use a plane toilet, they are tiny. I wait until we land.

Strangers offer me dieting advice out in public. Unsolicited dieting advice. Well meaning I'm sure but I'm not stupid. I know how to lose weight. Calories in vs calories out etc etc. I just don't want to.

Its got to the point that all I want to do is watch movies and eat snacks whilst she puts her hands on me. Exploring the nooks and crannies I dutifully bathed. Fingers tracing the shape of my belly.

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The crane and it's crew lifted his morbidly obese body through the opening in his wall and he was placed on his bariatric bed. For the first time in weeks, he finally felt a hint of calm. He was home. All these workers were finally leaving. He didn't even want to think of the videos that were taken of him, or what would be news worthy. All he could think about was Beth. She said that she wanted to be his caregiver, but she was nowhere to be found.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and just felt the satisfaction of finally being home.

Suddenly he heard her voice. It was aggressive. She was angry. He heard her yelling at the neighbors, "Don't you all have anything better to do?! Go away and leave him alone!"

Then he heard the doors open and close, and her heels on the floor approaching him... it was such a welcome sound.

He struggled to look her way, the fat of his nonexistent neck and significantly fat breasts prevented the subtlety of such a glance. She hadn't greeted him yet. Instead, it was HER directing the construction crews to repair the hole in the wall from the bay window. They insisted that they couldn't do the repair that day. So they put up contractor plastic over the exposed opening.

Marius just lay there... watching her fight for his privacy and dignity. He wanted to smile, but he was still nervous. Beth approached his bedside as the construction workers put up the black plastic and secured it as a temporary solution towards repairing his wall.

She had that wonderful smile that had aroused him days ago. Approaching his bed, she leaned down towards his face, her dainty hand resting on his belly to support her as she kissed him. He was even more paralyzed with mental fear. A kiss from a beautiful woman? This was real, right?

All the neighbors, the construction crews, and the medical crews had left. He was finally alone in his home. Beth had done was she set out to do: to get him home and taken care of. But, he was still lumbered with fear. Was she really going to stay?