The Bodysuit

Chapter 1 - The bodysuit

I had wanted a tattoo bodysuit for what felt like forever. I had saved and saved all through my twenties and half of my thirties to get my tattoo bodysuit. I've researched so many tattoo artists and worked hard to make my body the perfect canvas, staying in shape.

Today was finally the day. I was starting the suit on my right arm quickly followed by my left tomorrow. 12 hours of work today and then another 12 tomorrow. I know it'll be rough but at the same time I know it's worth it when I've wanted this for so long.

The rest of coming weeks aren't going to be free of tattooing either. I plan to move on to the next stage quickly.

Stage 1: Arms
Stage 2: Legs
Stage 3: Chest
Stage 4: Stomach
Stage 5: Bum and Back
Stage 6: Hands
Stage 7: Feet
And finaly
Stage 8: Neck

I intend to complete all the stages in 2 months and I can't wait for my suit to be completed...

After stage 1.

My arm sleeves are now completed and I'm looking forward to seeing them when they're completely healed and less swolen. I had been expecting some swelling due to the nature of my tattoo schedualde but this is more that I thought. My arms feel heavy but I'm guessing that's just fatigue. I'm sure that as the tattoos heal the swelling will go down and the heaviness will go away.

The start of stage 2.

Today is the day I start on my legs and it's been a couple of days since getting my arms done and they're still swolen infact now that I've removed the protective layer it seems to me as though they've swolen further. But I'm sure it will all be fine after all I can barely notice the heaviness in my arms now.

After stage 2

The legs were far less painful than my arms and it seemed faster. However that's not to say that they didn't swell like my arms, but I'm not really paying attention ro that as I can finally see see my suit coming together and I'm excited to move on to the next stage.

Stages 3 through 7 were very simelar to my arms and legs there was swelling and fatigue but I didn't pay any attention. I was in awe at how my bodysuit was comeing together and was extremely excited for tomorrow when I'll be having my suit finished off with my neck. After this my body  can heal and I can start going to the gym again. During this period I've eaten fast food and I think it's having an effect on me. I've been feeling hungrier and have been craving fast food. The swelling in my limbs hasn't gone away and I'm now suspecting that, due to how it jiggled, that it may be fat seeing as I haven't been exercising or eating right.

But it's strange. As I put on some of weight I would expect my tattoos to strech slightly but they haven't. Infact it looks as though they've adapted to it.

After stage 8.

The last stage was the most painful of all they areas. When I got home after the session I went streight to bed, passing out.

When I awoke it was the next morning or so I thought. The first thing I noticed was thay the pain from getting tattooed had gone. However I felt stiff and heavy and when I tried to get up I failed falling back down. It was then I realised something was amiss. As I hit the bed I could feel my self jiggle. I tried to look down but something was blocking me. I tried several more times to get up before I was successful. I went streight over to the mirror and gasped. Not at shock of finally seeing my completed bodysuit but rather shock at my weight.

I was enormous, emense, obese.

Every part of my body was flabby and bulbous. I must weigh upwards of 600lbs/300kg. All I did for a few moments was stare at my enormemity in shock until I heard my phone buzz. I waddle over to my bedside table and was shocked once again as I notice the date. A mont had passed since I got my neck done. I waddle back to the mirror and look at my tattoos. They had all healed and they had adapted to my size. They didn't look stretched out or put of place. They actually suited this frame. How they've adapted to my new flab was clear on my neck or where my neck once was. It had changed to suit the curves of my new double chin where it now sat. Unfortunately it did nothing to hide it.

I stood there wondering what caused this. It must have been my tattoos. I sit on the end ow my bed, my lap filled with my belly, and look through my phone. I open the photos app and am yet again surprised. I had took photos before and during the tattoo process, back when I was thin, only in these photos I was as big as I am now. Scrolling back years through the gallery it's the same story. I was fat.

I get up and go to my wardrobe and find my old clothes gone replaced with large ones.

I decided to get dressed which was easier said than done. It must have been the most exhausting thing I've ever done.

Once dressed I look again in the mirror, still wondering why had this happened, why had my whole world changed over night...