Chapter 5

A year later I emailed my boss my resignation, immobility was everything I had hoped for. With the bare minimum exercise almost everything was excess calories which are a step forward for me, not in the literal sense of course but I was quite close to my goal of the legendary half ton. The decision to stop working was an easy one, when you’re my size you discover that work cuts into your eating time. Unemployment would be able to pay for food for a long time and after that there are other financial aide services I can apply for. My boss understood when I quit; he wished me the best of luck in my endeavors and strangely asked for a photo so he could see how I looked, so I had my encourager snap a few shots of me. It was interesting seeing what I looked like from the standing perspective, I have become a tremendous beached whale, while sitting up my back fat sags down where it lands on top of my love handles, this flab alone hangs about a foot and a half off of my shoulders and the fat roll is so thick you could stick your hand between the two mounds of flab and end up completely covered. My belly reaches to my ankles when I sit, my cock now deeply buried under many pounds of pure man fat. When horny all I have to do is stick my arms under my belly apron and jiggle until I cum, it feels amazing to have that hot fluid spray all over my underbelly rolls. You could hardly see my eyes in the photograph, I had let my hair grow now for almost 3 years and my beard was bushy and able to cover my spare tire of a double chin, I had a neck once but it disappeared over time and poundage. The photo I sent him had me wearing my last pair of pants I ever fit into; I had run out of clothes and any need for them, after I overflowed from those black 15xl sweatpants I figured there really was no point to clothes anymore, my smooth stretch-mark covered skin was all I needed, I figured I would leave this world the way I came, in my birthday suit and slightly larger than the average person. I still dream of the day when I can be crowned the fattest man in history, a wheezing helpless blob completely immobilized by the only thing I can do anymore… eat. A handful of people have managed to get to how big I am now, 1,248 pounds is quite a lot but I wonder how far I can push myself, could I reach the full ton? Could I actually end up so fat that I couldn’t raise my arms anymore, or keep my eyes open. My friend puts a feeding tube in my mouth attached to 3 full gallons of gainershake, with any luck I’ll be over 2000 in about two years…