Chapter 3 - Condemned

As his clothes grew tight the closet was blocked off and Noah was forced to walk around the house naked his growing body on display. His abs became flabs and be jiggled as he walked to the dining room, as he stuffed himself, controled his own home and this is what his life had become. He didn't care anymore, he'd given up. He just let it fatten him up for months or maybe years. The same day in day out until one day he awoke in his bed and went to scratch under his heavy man tit but he couldn't move his arms... or his leg... he was straped down. The system then announced:

"You're still dangerously underweight and all the moving you've been doing is detrimental to your recovery. A feeding tube will also be fitted to ensure the proper number of calories are administered to you."

With thay a hose came down from the ceiling and a robotic arm forced it down into him. He was completely powerless now. Sentenced to become nothing but a obese whale.

Noah grew to flabtastic proportions being stuffed 24/7 with zero motion what so ever. Any burried muscle he had atrophied leaveing him weak. In a flash his arms became to big for him to move and his legs followed suit. His belly swallowed up any waist he ever had and he grew massive teats that forced his arms out at obtuse angles. They smushed up into his face and forced stopped him from being able to look around. His chuberic cheaks filled more of his vision by the day.

Several years into being bed bound Noah lost all movement when his fingers became too big to even wiggle. Even if he were ever to be freed for the house's control Noah was forever condemned to be a 100% immobile, breathing blob of fat for the rest of his life growing and growing, spilling off the bed untill it broke under his weight. The robotic arms fished the destroyed pieces out form under is enormous arce as he slowly edged closer to filling the room he was trapped in with only his own thought as company until his very last breath.