Jacob Morgan’s face was hit by a single beam of light, showing off his full cheeks and double chin. Jacob groggily opened his eyes and stretched his limbs and sat up. The morning light showed off his hefty, sauce-stained belly and moobs, slightly overlapping his underwear, clearly shown to have its elastic stretched to its limit and not washed for a full week. Due to his size (and parents’ preferences) he normally slept with just his underwear (in which it is his last, unbroken pair) or in the buff. He got off his bed, thunder thighs jiggling, and set off towards the bathroom for his daily constitutional. He had to have a schedule like this after his parents made him to go on a fattening diet, just like his father. In the bathroom, he saw a bathtub the size of an actual pool and bathrobes that look like blankets for a king-sized bed. He exited the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen, passing his parents’ bedroom’s double doors with cracks on the edges, and entered the dining room. Since he was an only child, there were only two chairs, the third one broke long ago. In the table was already set for him a huge, artery-clogging buffet for him, not a single fruit in sight except for his mother’s strawberry oatmeal.
“Jacob! I want your plates to be licked clean by the time I come back,” yelled his mother from the kitchen, who carted out multiple plates of food to his parents’ bedroom. His mother was always superstitious with luck and charms and tends to go overboard, his father the same. When she realized her husband’s weight dramatically increased her luck, she followed that idea through and practically cheated at life, hence the mansion they all live in now. Now his mother wants to double dip with her son’s weight now, and sure enough, it multiplies her good luck also, so she has created a diet for Jacob to strictly follow, which includes nine meals and thirty snacks. A week hasn’t passed by and Jacob’s weight has skyrocketed to 200 lbs, and he was just nine years old! His mother also thought that slobbishness also contributed a lot of weight gain, so she hasn’t gone out to buy new clothes for Jacob, except for a sumo mawashi. Jacob decided to stop thinking and start eating, in which at least his mother has cooked his favorites. Jacob succumbs to his gluttony and starts shoving as much food in his mouth as possible. Bacon, sausage, eggs, hash browns, and more were set in front of him, and each were all smothered in the same substance: lard, and lots of it. Heck, even the sauces were pure lard and butter. An hour passes, every plate picked clean, and Jacob digesting his taut belly full of food, yet he’s also eating a baker’s dozen of muffins also. He then walked, er, waddled, to the living room with his desserts and played video games to pass the time while he digested. But his diet consisted of constant gorging, so in this case, he finished digesting as he went to sleep since his mother continuously shoved food into his mouth while he played and constantly had to waddle to the bathroom to relieve himself as he drank gallon after gallon of sugary soda. This routine continues for another week, but each day the feedings get more and more relentless and filling until he can’t get up to relieve himself, which has caused many accidents.
As a week passed, a sunbeam hit Jacob’s triple chinned face, having to groggily rub his eyes and to an extent cheeks. Jacob tries to sit up multiple times and fails. He looks over his body, blocking the view to his toes and privates. He rolls over to the side of the bed and grabs onto a metal pole and lifts himself up, rolls jiggling vigorously. His belly rolled over his knees and painfully squeezed his swollen privates, his belly button full of muck. Jacob stretched his arms, his biceps and triceps engulfed by huge sleeves of fat, and his legs, whose thighs constantly rub each other and claves that start obscuring his feet. Jacob headed towards the bathroom immediately to relieve himself, although he immediately runs out of breath and waddles there very slowly. He makes it in time, relieves himself, and looks at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were melon sized and covered in a sticky syrup. His moobs reached towards his back and reached G-cup size, nipples painfully swollen. His love handles were numerous and dirty and connected to his huge behind, in which reached towards his knees and crushed multiple chairs under it. He goes to weigh himself and is shocked that he passed the 600 pound mark. His mother said that the immobility mark is so where around the 800s and said that if he makes the mark by the end of this week, he would be treated to something. He then heads out to the kitchen table and sees on his table…
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