Chapter 3 - thanksgiving day - waking up

As embarrassing as last Thanksgiving was, it's one thing to come waddling home 360lbs, but a whole nother to come waddling in at the size you are now. Sure, at 360lbs and 5'5 you were still massive, slow, and out of shape, but you could at least do most basic things for yourself, like get off the couch without help or get up a flight of stairs. The same can't be said for the size you are now.

Your day starts the same way most every day has started since leaving college in the middle of your senior year. You wake up to the smell of freshly baked donuts, the feeling of your boyfriend, Nick, patting your belly, telling you it's time for breakfast. A warm, soft, sugary glazed donut is being pressed to your lips before your even fully awake and you automatically open your mouth so Nick can push the pastry into your mouth for you to take a bite. You instinctively begin to chew, still not fully awake, and as the warm, decadent, sugary donut starts to overwhelm your taste buds, you begin to open your eyes and become aware of your surroundings.

You're in bed, laying on your back, head propped up on a pillow, looking up at Nick who's standing next to the bed smiling down at you. As you swallow you hear Nick sweetly say, "good girl" as he brings the pastry back to your lips. You automatically take another bite without a second thought, because thanks to Nick, waking up to find yourself already chewing on a decadent pastry was routine. So routine in fact that some mornings you'd wake up to find he had already fed you multiple donuts while you were still half way between asleep and awake. Just one of many little habits that Nick has instilled in you, all designed to get more calories into you.

You're content to just lay there and let him feed you, but as you take your 3rd bite, finishing off the first donut, you feel Nick pat the center of your belly with his other hand as he smiles and says "good morning sleepy head". At first, your still groggy mind is confused, you felt him pat your belly but it looked like the arm he used to reach out to pat your belly with was over 2 feet above you. When you look down at your belly, still sleepy and confused, it looks like some had placed a massive bean bag chair under the blankets, right on your abdomen. Quickly you realize that, that bean bag chair under the covers is in fact your gut. Immediately it all comes rushing back to you, just how massive you've gotten over the past year. You lay there for awhile, not moving, just looking down at yourself, your still sleepy mind unable to comprehend that this in fact all you. As you lay there trying and failing to form an imagine of what it must look like once the covers are removed from your gut, you're barely even cognizant of the continuous stream of donuts passing between your lips, as you chew, swallow, and open your mouth for another bite as if your on autopilot.

As Nick pushes the last of the 6th donut past your lips, you snap out of it when Nick says, "big day today, we've got about two hours for breakfast and to get you ready before we have to go". That's when you remember, it's Thanksgiving day, the day that's had you equally terrified and excited for months now. The day that your family was going to find out just how massive you've gotten.

Staring at your belly, terrified of what today will bring, you whimper "do we have to".

"Yes sweetie, we do, your family's going to have to see you at some point, they'll start to wonder what happened to you"

You know he's right, but that doesn't make you any less nervous. Hastily, without thinking, you go to sit up now that you're fully awake, only to be reminded of the full weight of your belly when you only manage to push your shoulder blades all of 3 inches off the bed before running into the seemingly immovable weight of your belly and then flopping back down again. Exasperated, you whimper as you remember it's been well over a month since you've been able to sit up without help.

"Aw sweetie, you're so forgetful in the mornings, remember, we got a bed that does that for you" you hear Nick say with a chuckle. "Here, let me help you" he says, as you see Nick grab the remote for the bed off the nightstand. "First lets get these covers out of the way though"

You lay there feeling useless as Nick grabs the bed spread that's pulled up to your chest and pulls it towards the foot of the bed. As he pulls the bed spread up over your belly, your confronted with a site you'd seen before, but could still sometimes barely believe when you saw it. Your pale white gut, the size of a bean bag chair and riddle with stretch marks, rising over you like a mountain. From this angle, everything past the apex of your dome like belly is completely out of view, blocked by a sea of flesh. All you can see is the top half of your belly, which is so overstuffed with lard it looks like a wall of flesh rising almost vertically into the air, and your lard swollen tits being pushed to either side of your body by your upper belly, nipples just barely grazing the bed. You lay there, expressionless and horrified, still barely able to believe that the pale, fat filled mountain rising up in front of you, taking up nearly your entire view, is all you. You cautiously move a hand to the side of your upper belly and gently press on the flesh, which has been inflated with so much lard over the past few months it feels soft but stretched and unyielding, like an overfilled water balloon. As you feel your hand on your gut you can no longer deny that this mountain of flesh is you. Looking up you begin to reach to the top of your gut to get a feel for just how large you've become, only to realize that with your arm fully outstretched you can barely reach past the apex of your belly.

As Nick folds the blanket at the foot of the bed, he sees you staring in awe at yourself and chuckles, "you're always so cute in the morning, looking at yourself like you've forgotten how massive you've gotten"

His words send a shiver up your spine, "oh god why does hearing him call you massive turn you on so much" you think to yourself.

As NIcks walks around the bed back up to your side, he stops to reach down and pat the underside of your tummy. You can't see his hand of course, or even his arm from the elbow down, as your globular gut has blocked it from view, but you can certainly feel his hand patting you reassuringly somewhere on the vast expanse of your flesh between your belly button and fupa, only further reminding you just how much of you there is. As you feel his hand begin to rub the the underside of your gut, almost as if reading your mind, Nick smiles at you knowingly and says, "I'm sure it's a lot to take in, considering how quickly you've been fattening up lately, but trust me, it's all you, even if it's tough to see just how much of you there is from your angle"

"Oh god" you think to yourself as begin to feel a dampness between your legs, "he knows just how to push your buttons and he knows it"

Walking back up to your side and grabbing the bed remote, Nick smiles and bends down and whispers into your ear, "don't think you can hide from me how much this turning you on big girl, I know those chubby cheeks of yours are blushing because you're embarrassed for having become such a pathetic, helpless pig, but I also know your lying there soaking through panties because of it." Before you can react, Nick gives you a loving kiss on the cheek and presses the bed remote buttons to raise you up into a seated position.

As the motors in the bed groan from lifting your fat body, you lay there useless, thinking to yourself, "no wonder I'm so massive, I've only been awake for 5 minutes and already he has crammed over a 1000 calories in donuts into me and has me soaking wet" As your upper body begins to rise, you first see your chubby toes poking into view over the top of your belly, as you feel the underside of your gut spread out onto your thighs. As more of your feet come into view, looking bloated and useless, you feel your belly take up all the space between your thighs and eventually make contact with the cool bed sheets in between. You lay there unable to do anything but feel helpless as you watch your belly push out further and further in front of you as the bed pushes you more and more upright, feeling more and more of the underside of your belly make contact with the cool sheets between your legs which are spread as far as they will go to accommodate your gut. Your shame and horror and arousal only increasing as you belly makes its slow march across your thigh and the bed in between your thighs towards your knees. Finally coming to a stop just barely past your knees once you're sitting up right. Nick reaches down and gives the front of your belly a pat as he whistles sounding impressed. You feel your arms, now at your sides, being pushed away from your body by your hips. Looking, you can see your hips, and the portions of your blubbery thighs which aren't covered by your gut, look inflated with blubber and are spreading out to either side of you. Slowly, you move your hands to your rear, and verify what your fat hips hinted at, your ass is massive. Running your hands up and down it, it feels as if your ass goes half way up your back and sticks out over a foot from your body.

You look up and see Nick smirking, "That's always fun to watch", he says.

To be continued.