Chapter 14 - 12 - live in the slow lane

11.
Jake could honestly say he had never been happier. His life was a stream of bliss. He ate as much as he wanted, played as many games as he wanted, and spent his days managing a career that was growing right along with him. He had constant sex, so much it had become an online topic of gossip, and could hardly go an hour without Kayla groping him or initiating something sexual in some way. Everything was going great, except for one thing.

“Jesus...” Jake muttered. He was looking at a morbidly obese man, and he was wondering how he had gotten in his bathroom. Jake moved left, and the man moved with him.

“Shit, that’s right,” There was the realization that was starting to happen every day.
“That’s me.”

Six months had gone by with Jake and Kayla living together, and for the first time Jake was starting to get seriously worried. He was officially fat before he had moved in with Kayla, but just barely. He had a gut he couldn’t hide and had thickened up, but there were millions in america just like him. Now though, he might be in serious trouble.

If Jake could have just kept the level of fatness he had when he arrived at Kayla’s, this would have been his perfect life. But Kayla had been insatiable! She hadn’t been kidding, she liked fat guys and keeping them fed, perhaps too much. Every meal was the same. Jake would eat what he well knew was a meal bigger than most would eat in three sittings, only to be coerced into seconds, thirds, even fifths by his lover. Kayla loved nothing more than serving him and watching him grow flushed as he became more and more stuffed, often failing to get up out of his chair after he had sickeningly finished it all.

Six months of that was a lot of calories. It was one thing to go out and party on the weekends, maybe indulge in some late night fast food. It was another thing entirely to be stuffing your face with high calorie foods all day, every day. Even weekends, Jake’s former bastion of healthy eating times, were out the window with how much Kayla liked stuffing Jake. Sometimes she’d prepare ridiculous meals in advance knowing they wouldn’t be on camera, recording every minute for her, ‘private collection.’

The first few pairs of ripped pants and overgrown shirts hadn’t bothered him. He’d even joined in on the fun, slapping at the bit of expanded flab that poked out under a shirt, or popping the rest of the buttons off to really get Kayla going. But one shirt turned into six, one increase in waist size became too many to track, and now Jake wasn’t sure he had any non-sweats that came close to fitting. With himself hardly recognizable, he had grown anxious as well as fat. Each new rip, each graduation to the next size worried him.

It had been a long time since Jake could see his feet, even longer since he could see his cock. But he hadn’t ever thought he had gone too far. Sure his thighs chafed and he got winded easily, but if he went slow he was still capable of living normally. Now though, he wasn’t sure. He struggled to get up out of chairs, just getting dressed got him out of breath and sweaty, he was stuck in a permanent waddle. His whole body wobbled with every movement, it was getting harder to wipe and to take care of himself. Everywhere he looked was fat fat fat, Jake couldn’t even put his arms down all the way. This was getting into dangerous territory.

“Honey, are you coming to breakfast?” Kayla cooed from outside their shared bathroom door.
“Jus- just a moment, dear!” Jake squeaked, the latest series of stretch marks on his body giving him pause. He had positively ballooned. The marks wrapped around his hips, covered his gut, had even started their spread in his armpits leading to his moobs, which had begun to rest on his shelf like belly that wrapped into thick love handles on his sides. His whole figure had warped and fattened, he had triple chins on his fat face. Jake sighed and looked at the scale.

‘Just do it, we need to find out.’

Jake stepped on, and found he had no shot at being able to see the number over his belly. Red with embarrassment, Jake took out his phone and tucked it below his paunch to take a picture. When he looked at the number, he nearly fainted.

‘293.94!’ The number was silly, nonsensical. There was no way he had packed on over a hundred pounds, that was impossible. But as he looked to the mirror and back at the number again it became easier to accept.

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