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Ever wondered what it's like to wake up weighing an extra 600 pounds?
Your heart fluttering wildly as your breath catches in your throat, you close your eyes and try to calm down and make sense of all of this extra weight.
You start by lifting a heavy arm, curling your plump fingers against your soft, dough-like palm. Your wrist is lost to a layer of pudge, your arm gradually billowing out softly until it connects to your shoulder, fat amalgamating so that it droops down like a saddlebag. You let your arm drop - it's heavy - and take in the rest of your enormously swollen body.
Your chest has softened into two curved domes, but even more shocking is the mountain of belly cascading over your waist, sitting comfortably on your enormous thighs. Huffing, you attempt to lift yourself into a sitting position, back against your pillow, your whole body rippling and shaking at the movement. You pant, a little breathless despite barely having moved, and it suddenly stabs at you how difficult it's going to be to move now that you're this massively fat.
Your belly pools into your lap, and you hesitantly glide a plump hand across its immense surface. You then curl both hands underneath its droop and struggle to raise, but your belly is so wide and heavy you can barely lift the gelatinous mass of blubber... You frown, and struggle over against the edge of your bed, attempting to heave your massive thighs over the side. Your belly sloshes onto your lap, full and heavy, severely restricting your movement.
You take a deep breath and, clutching your locker for support, attempt to heave your enormous body up, letting out a groan at the effort. Your thighs feel like lead... How much does each leg weigh? You wonder. And when you finally pull yourself into a semi-standing position, your heavy belly hangs down so low, as if water-logged, that it pushes your fat thighs apart slightly.
You shuffle forwards, huffing as both your enormous belly and huge thighs force you to walk with an exaggerated waddle. You stop, leaning heavily against your locker and breathing deeply. You can't have moved more than a few inches at most, but you feel as if you just ran a marathon. You're so fat you can barely move.
Groaning, you admit defeat and let yourself sink back down onto your bed, becoming aware of your fat ass gradually spreading out beneath you. Your belly takes its place once again on your lap, a stubborn mountain of fat and the reason you can no longer lift yourself up. You begin to slowly rub its surface, and it hits you how soft and silk-like your skin has become. You fold your plush arms against your softened chest and think... You have to be at least morbidly obese. Possibly super morbidly obese. Panic stabs at you as you consider just how close you are to becoming so fat that you're immobile.
You glance at your doorframe, wondering if your wide hips will even squeeze through. You let yourself laugh nervously as you consider that you might not even be able to waddle that fat.
But you have to try. Growing confident, you decide to take the distance in stages - you can pause for breath every few seconds. The door is about seven feet away - but to you it might as well be miles. Bracing yourself, you once again heave your enormous body into your pathetic standing position, and shuffle forward. You're a little apprehensive about letting go of your locker and carrying all of this weight on your own, but after a few seconds of contemplation, you're confident enough to let go.
You begin to waddle forward, your hips swaying and your belly sloshing against your big thighs. The door is only a few more feet away. You stop for a minute to catch your breath, and plough forward, but in your haste you stumble, lose your balance and to your horror find yourself falling to the floor. You land on your back, your huge ass cushioning your fall, but your enormous belly falls on top of you, pining you to the floor as you flail around wildly. Your body is jiggling uncomfortably with your struggle to lift yourself back up, but after minutes of unsuccessful huffing and and struggling, you lie back, exhausted and slowly it dawns on you that you will not be able to lift yourself back up by yourself. You're trapped beneath your huge belly - you resign yourself to the reality that you're no longer anything but an enormous mountain of fat, too blubbery and huge to pull yourself to your feet... You have no choice but to stay there... You close your eyes, willing all of this weight away. Maybe when you wake up you'll be thin again...
Your heart fluttering wildly as your breath catches in your throat, you close your eyes and try to calm down and make sense of all of this extra weight.
You start by lifting a heavy arm, curling your plump fingers against your soft, dough-like palm. Your wrist is lost to a layer of pudge, your arm gradually billowing out softly until it connects to your shoulder, fat amalgamating so that it droops down like a saddlebag. You let your arm drop - it's heavy - and take in the rest of your enormously swollen body.
Your chest has softened into two curved domes, but even more shocking is the mountain of belly cascading over your waist, sitting comfortably on your enormous thighs. Huffing, you attempt to lift yourself into a sitting position, back against your pillow, your whole body rippling and shaking at the movement. You pant, a little breathless despite barely having moved, and it suddenly stabs at you how difficult it's going to be to move now that you're this massively fat.
Your belly pools into your lap, and you hesitantly glide a plump hand across its immense surface. You then curl both hands underneath its droop and struggle to raise, but your belly is so wide and heavy you can barely lift the gelatinous mass of blubber... You frown, and struggle over against the edge of your bed, attempting to heave your massive thighs over the side. Your belly sloshes onto your lap, full and heavy, severely restricting your movement.
You take a deep breath and, clutching your locker for support, attempt to heave your enormous body up, letting out a groan at the effort. Your thighs feel like lead... How much does each leg weigh? You wonder. And when you finally pull yourself into a semi-standing position, your heavy belly hangs down so low, as if water-logged, that it pushes your fat thighs apart slightly.
You shuffle forwards, huffing as both your enormous belly and huge thighs force you to walk with an exaggerated waddle. You stop, leaning heavily against your locker and breathing deeply. You can't have moved more than a few inches at most, but you feel as if you just ran a marathon. You're so fat you can barely move.
Groaning, you admit defeat and let yourself sink back down onto your bed, becoming aware of your fat ass gradually spreading out beneath you. Your belly takes its place once again on your lap, a stubborn mountain of fat and the reason you can no longer lift yourself up. You begin to slowly rub its surface, and it hits you how soft and silk-like your skin has become. You fold your plush arms against your softened chest and think... You have to be at least morbidly obese. Possibly super morbidly obese. Panic stabs at you as you consider just how close you are to becoming so fat that you're immobile.
You glance at your doorframe, wondering if your wide hips will even squeeze through. You let yourself laugh nervously as you consider that you might not even be able to waddle that fat.
But you have to try. Growing confident, you decide to take the distance in stages - you can pause for breath every few seconds. The door is about seven feet away - but to you it might as well be miles. Bracing yourself, you once again heave your enormous body into your pathetic standing position, and shuffle forward. You're a little apprehensive about letting go of your locker and carrying all of this weight on your own, but after a few seconds of contemplation, you're confident enough to let go.
You begin to waddle forward, your hips swaying and your belly sloshing against your big thighs. The door is only a few more feet away. You stop for a minute to catch your breath, and plough forward, but in your haste you stumble, lose your balance and to your horror find yourself falling to the floor. You land on your back, your huge ass cushioning your fall, but your enormous belly falls on top of you, pining you to the floor as you flail around wildly. Your body is jiggling uncomfortably with your struggle to lift yourself back up, but after minutes of unsuccessful huffing and and struggling, you lie back, exhausted and slowly it dawns on you that you will not be able to lift yourself back up by yourself. You're trapped beneath your huge belly - you resign yourself to the reality that you're no longer anything but an enormous mountain of fat, too blubbery and huge to pull yourself to your feet... You have no choice but to stay there... You close your eyes, willing all of this weight away. Maybe when you wake up you'll be thin again...
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Love this. Would love for this to be me honestly. 😍