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Chapter 1 (Fat Subject #1) Billy Robbins, Half Ton Teen (This is a combination of both fictional fat loving storytelling, and factual real life person non-fiction)

Chapter 1- "‘I wish I could get out of my body, it is like a prison. The weight ends up destroying you. It takes your life away. "

Billy's eyes slowly open and he is gaining consciousness after a difficult nights sleep, he remains motionless out of necessity; for moving his over 700 pound body too much was exhausting for him to do. He slowly and staggeredly takes labored breaths before one sharp inhale as he strains to get into a seated position. His gigantic thighs and legs now covered in bedsores and bruises after being nearly immobile for a year or so at this point, now hung over the side of his mattress which lay on top of a barely standing broken bed frame which he to his embarrassment broke and snapped beneath him one night from his heavy body. With another deep breathe he strains and stands up, leaning his upper body onto his bed stand beside him, his giant stretched out and food stained yellow shirt drooped and barely covered his enormous body, his giant moobs dangled and were always rubbing against the shirt. He bent over to catch his breath by leaning onto the bed stand which creaked under the weight he was applying to it, he moaned and groaned but knew if he were to give up his 700+ pound fat self would be on the floor and he knew he nor with the help of his mother could get him back up without calling 911, again. So he collects himself bets he can, waddles and turns sideways to be able to fit and walk through his door frame/doorway and then waddles, belly swaying and practically hitting the hallways walls right to left with every painful, waddling jiggling step he took.

Description
Chapter 1 (Fat Subject #1) Billy Robbins, Half Ton Teen (This is a combination of both fictional fat loving storytelling, and factual real life person non-fiction)

Chapter 1- "‘I wish I could get out of my body, it is like a prison. The weight ends up destroying you. It takes your life away. "

Billy's eyes slowly open and he is gaining consciousness after a difficult nights sleep, he remains motionless out of necessity; for moving his over 700 pound body too much was exhausting for him to do. He slowly and staggeredly takes labored breaths before one sharp inhale as he strains to get into a seated position. His gigantic thighs and legs now covered in bedsores and bruises after being nearly immobile for a year or so at this point, now hung over the side of his mattress which lay on top of a barely standing broken bed frame which he to his embarrassment broke and snapped beneath him one night from his heavy body. With another deep breathe he strains and stands up, leaning his upper body onto his bed stand beside him, his giant stretched out and food stained yellow shirt drooped and barely covered his enormous body, his giant moobs dangled and were always rubbing against the shirt. He bent over to catch his breath by leaning onto the bed stand which creaked under the weight he was applying to it, he moaned and groaned but knew if he were to give up his 700+ pound fat self would be on the floor and he knew he nor with the help of his mother could get him back up without calling 911, again. So he collects himself bets he can, waddles and turns sideways to be able to fit and walk through his door frame/doorway and then waddles, belly swaying and practically hitting the hallways walls right to left with every painful, waddling jiggling step he took.