Winning the Jackpot - March 2024 Theme

Chapter 1

English is not my native language, an apology for any misspellings and any constructive comments are appreciated.||


I can't believe I won the lottery jackpot, It's not that I constantly buy lottery tickets but it happens, I don't want to go into details but after taxes it's a little less than $3,000,000.00. With this I can quit my job as a programmer, so I will have more time to continue with my exercise routine.

Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Roy, 25 years old, biceps like rocks, a butt that's just as firm, black hair, brown eyes, well-defined pectorals and abs and all shaved of course, relationships don't interest me so I'm still single, but That doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is my statuesque figure, I have always been obsessed with my body and being in the best shape I can.

The first thing I will buy with this great prize is a new treadmill, I ordered everything online, I don't really like contact with people, so I only go out to the gym, but with this purchase I won't have to spend so much time away from home. Once it arrived, the instructions said that it has to be installed between two people, but how difficult can it be?

It seemed more difficult than I thought, after putting it together I realized that I did not remove the box from under the treadmill and in my attempt to remove it the machine fell on me, breaking my left arm and right leg. After they immobilized my leg and arm, the doctor's orders were complete rest, so I won't be able to use the treadmill or go to the gym for a long time and since I don't have anyone who can help me, I will have to buy food at home. For all the inconvenience I deserve a hamburger with fries and diet soda.

Apparently in the area where I live there is only junk food so this first week I have only been able to eat fried chicken, hamburgers, pizza or wings, I had a lot that I did not eat like that but it is not as bad as I remembered and with the prize I am not suffering in any way. pay for all the food. Since I don't have to go out and bathing is very complicated, I decided not to do it, so I spend the whole day in boxers and a sleeveless shirt.

For the second week the only thing that keeps me going is television, but I'm already getting ready and I have nothing to do, so as not to go crazy I bought a video game console and its respective games, since they never caught my attention I bought several to try them out and decide which ones I like.

The third week opened my eyes to the world of video games, every moment I can I spend in a multiplayer shooter, but something seems to be missing when I play, I have cheese snacks and chips, I know one thing and I'm missing a soda big, if that was what was missing.

Fourth week, junk food is taking its toll on me, I can no longer see my marked abs, but the doctor's instructions were clear and that new chicken teriyaki from the sandwich shop obsesses me.

Week five of rest, I got the beginning of a small belly, I don't worry, before my accident I had the idea of ​​gaining muscle volume and with the extra weight I will be able to achieve it.

Week six of rest, today I went to a check-up with the doctor to have the casts removed, so I showered and shaved. The doctor took off the cast on my foot but scolded me for not stopping using my arm because of video games, they won't take the cast off for another month. But I'll be able to use the treadmill now. For now, to entertain myself, I bought a giant television with many subscriptions to different streaming accounts and an extra-large couch where I could watch it. To celebrate having my cast removed I'm going to have a party with lots of food and drinks for one, tomorrow I'll be able to try the treadmill.

After yesterday's drunkenness I have a deadly hangover and I don't feel like using the treadmill, plus it's mid-week, I'll use it on Monday I promise, if I remember correctly I read somewhere that to cure a hangover you have to eat greasy food and At least that's the plan for today.

Week seven of rest, I said that this week I would start with the treadmill but in order not to risk my arm not healing properly, I would better continue resting until they take it off, so in the meantime I have several Grey's Anatomy marathons. For some reason these days my appetite has increased, it must be because my arm is healed, so I will increase the amount of food I eat to speed up the process.

During all this time my routine has not changed much, I wake up around 11 in the morning, I immediately order Chinese food and eat it comfortably in front of the television watching any series that strikes my fancy, I continue like this while I eat snacks until 3 in the afternoon where I order fried chicken and a few tacos to continue eating until 11 at night, where I order pizza for dinner, until I fall asleep on the couch, all this without bathing or taking care of my appearance, this is the week nine of rest and my belly is already hanging over my legs, I have lost all muscle definition and since I barely get up, my butt has become very flaccid, I love this new life and if for that I have to continue destroying my body, what So be it.

Today I went to have the cast removed from my hand, of course I took a shower before going, but none of my clothes fit me anymore so I had to show part of my stomach and with unbuttoned pants, when I got to the clinic The doctor gave me a long talk about my weight and that I couldn't believe that someone in such good shape could reach this point, for some reason the scolding and the way I was dressed gave me a rush of adrenaline that had never happened before, this new weight I like it more and more.

I still have a lot of money so I decided to invest in NFT I think it has a good future and no one will make me change my mind, for the meantime I will continue to stuff myself with food until I'm fed up and since they removed the cast and I can use both hands, I was able to return to the video games and that's why I almost always end up sleeping at three or four in the morning while killing trolls in any shooting game.

I don't know how much time has passed, the only indicator of time I have is the regularity with which I get hungry and since I'm always hungry it's not very accurate. Today, coming back from going to the bathroom, I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror. Where before I admired my muscles, I only saw a hairy, disheveled man, with a stained sleeveless shirt that had not fit well for a long time, yellowish boxers that were about to burst, a hanging heart-shaped belly that covered almost completely the underwear, large and pointed breasts, several layers of double chin, wide arms that had better days and thighs that are always rubbing against each other. In the past that appearance would have horrified me but now I just wish that figure would get bigger.

Today they forced me to leave the house, a short circuit caused a small fire in one of the apartments of the building, since I could no longer wear any of my clothes I covered myself with a blanket and went out, I had not realized how out of shape I was until I went down the stairs of the building and ended up gasping for breath as my chest burned, it was clear that returning to my apartment on the second floor would be much worse, little did I know that this would be the beginning of the end, after the firefighters put out the fire and they said there was no damage to the building, I returned to my apartment, tired and hungry, I lay down on the already filthy couch and ordered two dozen tacos and an extra large pizza, but when I tried to turn on the console it was burned, every connected device was singed by the electric shock, the only thing that survived was the treadmill that was never plugged in since I bought it and my cell phone that I now kept comfortably under one of my grocery stores. With this I decided to double my food order and spend the time eating until I got bored.

I think a couple of months ago I turned 28, I'm not really sure, these days I don't measure time and going to the bathroom is so tiring that sometimes I consider relieving myself on the couch, but the small part of my dignity that I still have always made me stand up, at some point these days I heard a small pop, I think it was caused by my underpants that no longer resisted, but being naked was not a problem, all my noble parts are buried in a cushion of fat And even if it wasn't like that, my huge belly reached my knees, my legs didn't stop rubbing even when I was sitting, my arms are so thick that the only thing they are useful for is carrying food to my swollen face, only scraps of the shirt remained. stuck between my multiple markets, my breasts are bigger than bowling balls and they weigh the same, I'm always sweating and sticky, because I don't clean I live in filth and the whole apartment stinks, I think that's why the neighbors want to evict me, my investments haven't turned out as expected and there's nothing left of the money except all this fat that I love and the treadmill that started it all.