Chapter 4 - new job

It had been three years since I had begun working for my firm, and it was time to move on. I was able to find a job with more flexibility and better hours, and I took it. At this point, my 290 pound self wanted to spend more time at home exploring my fetish. I no longer was working 60 plus hour weeks. As a result, I was able to come home every night to Jamie. She would make me lavish meals, and was open about the fact that she wanted to turn me into an immobile pile of blubber. I saw my parents for the first time in a year and a half that christmas, when they came to visit. They were extremely worried about me, constantly talking about my weight. They were also suspicious of Jamie, who kept feeding me the entire time they were visiting. At well over 300 pounds, I was getting really big. I had big man-boobs which laid on top of my stomach, even while standing, and my stomach was a big hanging globe, covered in stretchmarks. When I sat, it rested on top of my legs or between my thighs. When I stood up, it hung over my waistband. I began to really struggle with certain tasks. Tying my shoes was difficult- forget cutting my own toe nails. I hated walking far distances, or any distances for that matter. I refused to fly on a plane at Christmas to meet Jamie's family. My parents were visibly shocked at me during Christmas dinner. I probably looked to them like an out of breath, greedy, remarkably obese pig chowing down on food, because that's exactly what I was.

By the next summer I was almost 360 pounds. I had another shocking realization of my weight gain around this time. I had gone to the mall with Jamie (she had been packing on considerable pounds herself and needed new clothes). I parked farther away because the mall was full, and we began walking toward the mall. The previous few weeks I had been off of work, and I had been laying in bed eating nonstop, basically living the life of a near immobile fatty. I felt weak and tired, and every step made my stomach violently jiggle. I nearly passed out by the time I got to the door of the mall, and sat on a bench catching my breath. I continued to slowly waddle about in the mall, but a break was required every so often. I worked my way around the mall slowly, ambling from bench to bench, feeling myself sweat as I walked and my heart hammering through my chest, trying in vain to pump blood as thick as bacon grease throughout such a large body. When I got home, I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror. My stomach was the natural focal point of my body now. It was covered in red stretch marks, and it hung down over my dick. My thighs were thick, my fingers looked like hot dogs. My legs were fat too, but it was my stomach that protruded from my body. It was so heavy it made everything difficult and physically uncomfortable.