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**THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES SUITABLE FOR THOSE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. It contains themes of: extreme weight gain, obesity, realistic setting, mental changes, and light slob. ENJOY**

September 10th

Dear Diary,

I guess this is my very first diary entry. I’m not sure what to talk about, really. My nutritionist wanted me to keep an eye on what I’ve been eating and to write a journal for how I feel health wise. I should probably start off with just who I am first, I guess. I’m Zach Denahey, and I am 24 years old and I weigh 600 pounds. Well, 623 to be exact. My doctor said that I have a severe weight issue, given I’ve put on a lot in such a short amount of time, so he asked me to go talk to this nutritionist to help. It felt more like a therapy session. I’m not sure if it will help.

I sort of want to lose weight. It’s been getting in the way. Chairs are getting uncomfortable since I have to squeeze myself in. Not to mention I have to sit so far away from the desk because my belly spills over my lap so much. I struggle to get out of chairs too since my hips are so wide that they fill up the space under the armrests. My cubicle mate, Jeff, always makes comments. He teases me for my weight, which gets me upset so I end up eating my frustration away. He calls me “fatso” and “fat ass” and always makes comments about how the groaning of the chair beneath me distracts him from working.

I feel so bad. I wish I wasn’t this big, but eating is so addictive. I love just being able to stuff my face full of foods. The feeling of having to suck in my belly to fit in clothing is also kinda nice. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about what others think so much. I wonder if this diet thing will last.

September 17th

Dear Diary,

A lot has happened this week. At work, the boss needed to make some cutbacks, so they laid off two people I knew very well. They also said they would stop supplying snacks in the break room. Jeff laughed and looked over at me. He later came up to me and said, “The Company couldn’t afford to let you keep stuffing your fat face, Zach! Maybe the budget cuts will be good for you. You might lose some weight.” I was trying my best to hold back tears – Jeff was just nasty. I left to go back to my apartment early and immediately started eating away at whatever I could find.

Throughout the week, I continued to make up for the food I no longer could eat in the break room by eating from fast food joints near the office. People on the street would gasp as my belly hung low and bounced with each waddle. My mouth would hang open and I would pant as I walked from food joint to food joint, eating whatever I felt like. It felt kinda nice to just eat whatever I wanted. My nutritionist wasn’t happy though. Especially when they found out I put on about a hundred pounds in a week. I’m up to 712! My hips are huge too, I really loved the feeling of them ripping out of my underwear. The landlady beneath my apartment has been complaining that her ceiling keeps shaking. I didn’t have the heart to tell her it was me just walking around, I’ll tell her one day, maybe it was a sign I should lose some weight. My nutritionist is looking into Personal Trainers to help me lose weight, I kinda don’t feel like seeing one, but maybe I’ll try it.

September 21st

Dear Diary,

This week was a good week for me. The people at work seemed to have calmed down from the recent layoffs, and there are talks about being able to stock up on snacks in the break room again. Jeff, however, has been making my life miserable there. He noticed the weight gain…well, everyone could notice…especially when buttons keep breaking. He’s been telling me I look even fatter when I come back from lunch. I usually spend lunch at one or two of the local buffets. My lunch breaks are short so I usually have to eat very fast. The booths have been getting a lot tighter too since I’ve been packing on more weight. Turns out I put on over 100 pounds again! I’ve completely burst through my wardrobe. I was lucky enough to get a friend to help measure me for custom-made clothing.

I’m now 853 pounds. I can’t believe it! It feels kinda good actually. Despite being very much out of breath by just trying to tie my shoelaces, not that I can really reach them at this point. My feet have also gotten really fat that wearing shoes isn’t comfortable. I started wearing slip-on sandals. They let my feet breath too instead of sweat in the tight confines of shoes. My office chair snapped on me today too. The stuff on my desk and Jeff’s desk rattled as I fell on my fat ass. My pants ripped too from the gelatinous blubber spilling outward along the floor. Jeff just turned and laughed at me. My face turned red as I struggled to get up. Once I did, I left and went to the buffet again where I ate my problems away. I also ordered a reinforced chair online. It should be here sometime next week.

September 28th

Dear Diary,

While I waited for my chair to arrive, I was able to convince my boss to let me work from home. This also made it easier for me to just lie around and order take out every hour. When I returned to work on Wednesday, I was sitting at like 930 pounds. My nutritionist told me that I needed to start training with a Personal Trainer in order to help my muscles build. I feel fine though; my legs don’t struggle to keep myself up at all! I figured I’d give training a try starting next week.

Anyway, when I waddled into work and squeezed through the narrow doorway into the office the workers all stopped what they were doing and watched me. I guess they weren’t used to parts of me being exposed like I was since clothing is so small. I just waddled towards my cubicle and saw Jeff talking on the phone. As I pulled out my new, reinforced chair, which looked like a love seat on wheels, My fat ass knocked into Jeff’s back. My sweaty ass crack completely engulfed the back of his head. He coughed and gagged through the rest of the phone call, and as soon as he hung up, he went ballistic on me. I just typed away at my computer, my belly gurgled away.

It was nice to work from home, I could be naked and fart whenever I wanted to. Unlike at work when I felt the need to be mature and hold in my gas. However, today was different. My stomach started to groan and hurt painfully as it bloated from the half gallon of heavy cream I used to wash down several dozen donuts. Eventually, I said, “fuck it” to myself and just let my ass rip. My chair groaned as my ass crack shot out a rancid fart. Jeff immediately started to complain, but then started gagging and coughing from the smell. There was a heat to the smell…I loved it. I also loved that it finally shut him up. I finally knew how to get him to stop making fun of me…at least temporarily.

October 5th

Dear Diary,

By the end of last week, I was sitting at a happy 975 pounds. My belly was massive and covered in rolls and folds. My ass cheeks and wide hips jut out from behind me and from my sides by more than a foot. My arms felt heavy and rested on top of the crest of my belly most of the time. My belly was so immense that I couldn’t quite sit in my chair and reach my desk without cracking it under the pressure of my belly. Luckily for me, I had started to use my belly as a desk instead.

Nothing much happened this week. The usual: eat, fart, sleep, repeat. However, this week I had started training with the Personal Trainer. His name was Ryan, and he was a cross fit dude. Must’ve only been 160 pounds and 5’8”. He was packed with muscle. His ass didn’t look nearly as good as mine did though. My ass cheeks poked high above the waistband of my super-sized workout shorts. About a foot of sweaty ass crack was exposed from my pants. You should’ve seen his face when I waddled in. First of all, the door wasn’t large enough so he had to grab my flabby hand and pull me in.

During the workouts, I would just lazily fart and rub my belly. He tried his best to get me to exercise, and eventually, I caved in, figured I’d make him happy. My belly would hang over my fat knees to the point where squatting was challenging. My fat ass was too massive for me to fit in any of the machines. The exercise bands, the ones that are like elastic, they kept snapping whenever I’d pull them. They snapped when I was leaning back with them, and I ended up falling on Ryan. I remember hearing his muffled yelps as my flabby back spilled all over him. I ripped a massive fart before getting up. When I did, he smelled like my ass, and my back sweat drenched him from head to toe. I just laughed, and he smiled shyly. That’s when I noticed he had boned up in his pants.

Oh yeah, you bet your ass I gained weight! The exercising was fun, but eating was much more fun. I was 1153 pounds of rippling blubber! Everything about me was fat: my feet, my face, my hands, my arms, my legs, everything! Cellulite dimples completely covered my belly and ass cheeks. I was still walking fine though, to the dismay of my landlady who lived beneath me. She complained that her walls started shaking and that she hears what she calls “a fog horn” go off throughout the night. The “fog horn” she talks about is my fat ass producing massive blasts of gas. My apartment just reeks of my stench. I leave puddles of sweat along the floor, and there is a thick haze from all my potent farts that polluted my apartment. The paint looks like it is changing color too! It’s really nice to be able to let myself go.

October 12th

Dear Diary,

My nutritionist is debating dropping me as her patient. She says that it’s because I refuse to follow her instructions. I do follow her instructions – I eat what she tells me to eat…I just also eat more. Anyway, Jeff has been starting to get on my nerves. He keeps saying I take up too much space in the cubicle. It’s not my fault my ass fat spills over the back of my chair and soaks the back of his head in sweat. It’s not my fault that my farts knock over the stuff on his desk. He should be much more accommodating like the company is. The company was kind enough to expand the hallways for me and to expand the openings that I need to squeeze through. They also let me order take out to be delivered right to me instead of having me get up every 5 minutes to meet the delivery boy at the door!

My productivity at work hasn’t changed since the weight gain, but according to HR, every other employee’s productivity has gone down. There have been a number of complaints made about my gas and my loud eating. Each complaint is just more reason for me to eat more and more, and so I have. I took the rest of the week off and spent it working from home. I told my boss I needed some time to “straighten things out.” He kindly let me. I then went right home and ate everything I could. I consumed more than a family of 10 grown adults ever could! My weight just skyrocketed, and by the end of the week, I was 1547 pounds of blubber! My body looked like a mountain of flab and rolls. My legs were consumed in low-hanging flab, and my arms now rested nicely on the top of my giant man boobs, each was the size of a normal adult male.

Eating became really time-consuming, especially since I no longer felt full. Soon, I found myself licking old wrappers of crumbs, then I started to chew on them, and finally, I started to just eat the food in the wrappers. I mean, hey, it was extra calories!

October 19th

Dear Diary,

I spent this entire week working from my apartment as well. My landlady kept banging on the door telling me that something was happening in the room and she needed to see. I didn’t let her in. Instead, I just sat on the floor, with my fat ass almost completely covering the doorway, so even if she tried to get in there was no way she could move almost 2000 pounds of man! Oh? Did I forget to mention I’m almost ONE TON now? Huh, well it happened just the other day. I noticed my farts have become longer, deeper and much more smelly, so I decided to weigh myself.

I decided to go full-on glutton when I eat. I start rocking my body back and forth, my flab sloshing from side to side, covering more and more of the shrinking living room floor. The floor groans and creaks. I sat in a pool of my own sweat, which started dripping into the landlady’s apartment. I knew it wouldn’t be long until she visited again. My voice has become much fatter and deeper too, sometimes I grunt accidentally and snort like a pig. I am trying to learn to control myself though. It’s really hard when you’re so massive.

My boss left me a voicemail saying that I had to come into work on Monday. I’m looking forward to their reactions when they get a load of me.

October 26th

Dear Diary,

Work went just as I expected. I was able to do what I want when I wanted. Turned out they spent the time I was away, trying to air out the office building of my rancid farts. Damn, it only took me a few hours to get it back to the way it smelled before. My cubicle has also gotten way to tight too. Even sitting at my side of the cubicle, my fat ass completely covers the exit. Jeff would yell at me, calling me a “fat whale” and saying that my ass trapped him. I just leaned forward and ripped a massive fart. The blast knocked over his monitor and everything on his desk flew off.

I then decided to hoist myself up and waddle to the break room to have a light feast on everyone’s food. My hips slapped heavily against the pathetic walls of the other cubicles as I waddled by. One of them even got knocked over. I just kept going, I didn’t care, I was hungry. Someone tried to get past me too. They ended up getting coated in my sweat as they squeezed between my hip and the wall. My fat ass cheeks clapped and bounced together, hanging inches from the floor as I made my way into the break room.

By the time I was done with everyone’s food, my stomach already wanted more. I tried to eat anything else I could find. My shirt was long torn off, well, it was more like an oversized tarp anyway. My belly and ass cheeks were both heavily sagging against the ground, even while I was standing. My ass crack pumped out massive fart after fart. The entire office started to stink of my thick musk. The lights started to dim. I grunted and snorted from inside the shrinking break room. Eventually, Jeff walked inside. He was half unconscious due to my rancid odors.

He immediately castigated me for my size. He said that I was “way too fat to be human” and that the floor was “soggy from sweat!” I looked at him and just licked my lips. He looked rather tasty actually. I looked around, no one was paying attention, and in fact, they were all trying their best to not make eye contact. So, I did what any ravenous glutton would do, I picked up the tiny fucker and ate him. He went down nice and smooth. My belly felt full for a whole few minutes.

It was more than enough time to let me waddle back to my desk and do more work. By the end of the workday, the cubicle was filled with my blubber. Part of my love handles had spilled out of the tiny entrance way. I had to really squeeze my way in. Eventually, my boss came up to me and sent me home indefinitely. It’s nice because now I can focus on eating.

November 2nd

Dear Diary,

The floor of my apartment is covered in sweat and wrappers from food that escaped my greedy mouth. The apartment walls are all discolored and the paint is peeling off from all my farts. The leaking of sweat into the landlady’s apartment below mine got to the point where she used her key to get in. She screamed at the sight of me. I don’t blame her, not every day you see a mountain of rippling lard filling up an entire apartment. I quickly grabbed her and ate her. She tasted old and gross, so I washed her down with a delivery boy.

I’ve been eating non-stop for hours now. I barely have enough time to write these stupid diaries anymore. This might be the last one. I want to just focus on eating. My fat ass has started spilling through the cracks in the floor and sagging down towards the landlady’s x-apartment, she’s taken permanent residence in my belly now as more blubber. I started eating delivery people as they come to drop off food too. I like to grab them, dip them in my ass crack so they soak up the sweat and then eat them. The sweat tastes like a nice sauce. I love the feeling of my body filling up more and more space. The entire building shakes as I pump out fart after fart. I heard rumors they are sending the CDC to determine the “problem” of the rancid odors. I laugh thinking about their reactions when they see me. Oh well, I’m glad I’m super fat. I love this fuckin feeling!

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**THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES SUITABLE FOR THOSE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. It contains themes of: extreme weight gain, obesity, realistic setting, mental changes, and light slob. ENJOY**

September 10th

Dear Diary,

I guess this is my very first diary entry. I’m not sure what to talk about, really. My nutritionist wanted me to keep an eye on what I’ve been eating and to write a journal for how I feel health wise. I should probably start off with just who I am first, I guess. I’m Zach Denahey, and I am 24 years old and I weigh 600 pounds. Well, 623 to be exact. My doctor said that I have a severe weight issue, given I’ve put on a lot in such a short amount of time, so he asked me to go talk to this nutritionist to help. It felt more like a therapy session. I’m not sure if it will help.

I sort of want to lose weight. It’s been getting in the way. Chairs are getting uncomfortable since I have to squeeze myself in. Not to mention I have to sit so far away from the desk because my belly spills over my lap so much. I struggle to get out of chairs too since my hips are so wide that they fill up the space under the armrests. My cubicle mate, Jeff, always makes comments. He teases me for my weight, which gets me upset so I end up eating my frustration away. He calls me “fatso” and “fat ass” and always makes comments about how the groaning of the chair beneath me distracts him from working.

I feel so bad. I wish I wasn’t this big, but eating is so addictive. I love just being able to stuff my face full of foods. The feeling of having to suck in my belly to fit in clothing is also kinda nice. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about what others think so much. I wonder if this diet thing will last.

September 17th

Dear Diary,

A lot has happened this week. At work, the boss needed to make some cutbacks, so they laid off two people I knew very well. They also said they would stop supplying snacks in the break room. Jeff laughed and looked over at me. He later came up to me and said, “The Company couldn’t afford to let you keep stuffing your fat face, Zach! Maybe the budget cuts will be good for you. You might lose some weight.” I was trying my best to hold back tears – Jeff was just nasty. I left to go back to my apartment early and immediately started eating away at whatever I could find.

Throughout the week, I continued to make up for the food I no longer could eat in the break room by eating from fast food joints near the office. People on the street would gasp as my belly hung low and bounced with each waddle. My mouth would hang open and I would pant as I walked from food joint to food joint, eating whatever I felt like. It felt kinda nice to just eat whatever I wanted. My nutritionist wasn’t happy though. Especially when they found out I put on about a hundred pounds in a week. I’m up to 712! My hips are huge too, I really loved the feeling of them ripping out of my underwear. The landlady beneath my apartment has been complaining that her ceiling keeps shaking. I didn’t have the heart to tell her it was me just walking around, I’ll tell her one day, maybe it was a sign I should lose some weight. My nutritionist is looking into Personal Trainers to help me lose weight, I kinda don’t feel like seeing one, but maybe I’ll try it.

September 21st

Dear Diary,

This week was a good week for me. The people at work seemed to have calmed down from the recent layoffs, and there are talks about being able to stock up on snacks in the break room again. Jeff, however, has been making my life miserable there. He noticed the weight gain…well, everyone could notice…especially when buttons keep breaking. He’s been telling me I look even fatter when I come back from lunch. I usually spend lunch at one or two of the local buffets. My lunch breaks are short so I usually have to eat very fast. The booths have been getting a lot tighter too since I’ve been packing on more weight. Turns out I put on over 100 pounds again! I’ve completely burst through my wardrobe. I was lucky enough to get a friend to help measure me for custom-made clothing.

I’m now 853 pounds. I can’t believe it! It feels kinda good actually. Despite being very much out of breath by just trying to tie my shoelaces, not that I can really reach them at this point. My feet have also gotten really fat that wearing shoes isn’t comfortable. I started wearing slip-on sandals. They let my feet breath too instead of sweat in the tight confines of shoes. My office chair snapped on me today too. The stuff on my desk and Jeff’s desk rattled as I fell on my fat ass. My pants ripped too from the gelatinous blubber spilling outward along the floor. Jeff just turned and laughed at me. My face turned red as I struggled to get up. Once I did, I left and went to the buffet again where I ate my problems away. I also ordered a reinforced chair online. It should be here sometime next week.

September 28th

Dear Diary,

While I waited for my chair to arrive, I was able to convince my boss to let me work from home. This also made it easier for me to just lie around and order take out every hour. When I returned to work on Wednesday, I was sitting at like 930 pounds. My nutritionist told me that I needed to start training with a Personal Trainer in order to help my muscles build. I feel fine though; my legs don’t struggle to keep myself up at all! I figured I’d give training a try starting next week.

Anyway, when I waddled into work and squeezed through the narrow doorway into the office the workers all stopped what they were doing and watched me. I guess they weren’t used to parts of me being exposed like I was since clothing is so small. I just waddled towards my cubicle and saw Jeff talking on the phone. As I pulled out my new, reinforced chair, which looked like a love seat on wheels, My fat ass knocked into Jeff’s back. My sweaty ass crack completely engulfed the back of his head. He coughed and gagged through the rest of the phone call, and as soon as he hung up, he went ballistic on me. I just typed away at my computer, my belly gurgled away.

It was nice to work from home, I could be naked and fart whenever I wanted to. Unlike at work when I felt the need to be mature and hold in my gas. However, today was different. My stomach started to groan and hurt painfully as it bloated from the half gallon of heavy cream I used to wash down several dozen donuts. Eventually, I said, “fuck it” to myself and just let my ass rip. My chair groaned as my ass crack shot out a rancid fart. Jeff immediately started to complain, but then started gagging and coughing from the smell. There was a heat to the smell…I loved it. I also loved that it finally shut him up. I finally knew how to get him to stop making fun of me…at least temporarily.

October 5th

Dear Diary,

By the end of last week, I was sitting at a happy 975 pounds. My belly was massive and covered in rolls and folds. My ass cheeks and wide hips jut out from behind me and from my sides by more than a foot. My arms felt heavy and rested on top of the crest of my belly most of the time. My belly was so immense that I couldn’t quite sit in my chair and reach my desk without cracking it under the pressure of my belly. Luckily for me, I had started to use my belly as a desk instead.

Nothing much happened this week. The usual: eat, fart, sleep, repeat. However, this week I had started training with the Personal Trainer. His name was Ryan, and he was a cross fit dude. Must’ve only been 160 pounds and 5’8”. He was packed with muscle. His ass didn’t look nearly as good as mine did though. My ass cheeks poked high above the waistband of my super-sized workout shorts. About a foot of sweaty ass crack was exposed from my pants. You should’ve seen his face when I waddled in. First of all, the door wasn’t large enough so he had to grab my flabby hand and pull me in.

During the workouts, I would just lazily fart and rub my belly. He tried his best to get me to exercise, and eventually, I caved in, figured I’d make him happy. My belly would hang over my fat knees to the point where squatting was challenging. My fat ass was too massive for me to fit in any of the machines. The exercise bands, the ones that are like elastic, they kept snapping whenever I’d pull them. They snapped when I was leaning back with them, and I ended up falling on Ryan. I remember hearing his muffled yelps as my flabby back spilled all over him. I ripped a massive fart before getting up. When I did, he smelled like my ass, and my back sweat drenched him from head to toe. I just laughed, and he smiled shyly. That’s when I noticed he had boned up in his pants.

Oh yeah, you bet your ass I gained weight! The exercising was fun, but eating was much more fun. I was 1153 pounds of rippling blubber! Everything about me was fat: my feet, my face, my hands, my arms, my legs, everything! Cellulite dimples completely covered my belly and ass cheeks. I was still walking fine though, to the dismay of my landlady who lived beneath me. She complained that her walls started shaking and that she hears what she calls “a fog horn” go off throughout the night. The “fog horn” she talks about is my fat ass producing massive blasts of gas. My apartment just reeks of my stench. I leave puddles of sweat along the floor, and there is a thick haze from all my potent farts that polluted my apartment. The paint looks like it is changing color too! It’s really nice to be able to let myself go.

October 12th

Dear Diary,

My nutritionist is debating dropping me as her patient. She says that it’s because I refuse to follow her instructions. I do follow her instructions – I eat what she tells me to eat…I just also eat more. Anyway, Jeff has been starting to get on my nerves. He keeps saying I take up too much space in the cubicle. It’s not my fault my ass fat spills over the back of my chair and soaks the back of his head in sweat. It’s not my fault that my farts knock over the stuff on his desk. He should be much more accommodating like the company is. The company was kind enough to expand the hallways for me and to expand the openings that I need to squeeze through. They also let me order take out to be delivered right to me instead of having me get up every 5 minutes to meet the delivery boy at the door!

My productivity at work hasn’t changed since the weight gain, but according to HR, every other employee’s productivity has gone down. There have been a number of complaints made about my gas and my loud eating. Each complaint is just more reason for me to eat more and more, and so I have. I took the rest of the week off and spent it working from home. I told my boss I needed some time to “straighten things out.” He kindly let me. I then went right home and ate everything I could. I consumed more than a family of 10 grown adults ever could! My weight just skyrocketed, and by the end of the week, I was 1547 pounds of blubber! My body looked like a mountain of flab and rolls. My legs were consumed in low-hanging flab, and my arms now rested nicely on the top of my giant man boobs, each was the size of a normal adult male.

Eating became really time-consuming, especially since I no longer felt full. Soon, I found myself licking old wrappers of crumbs, then I started to chew on them, and finally, I started to just eat the food in the wrappers. I mean, hey, it was extra calories!

October 19th

Dear Diary,

I spent this entire week working from my apartment as well. My landlady kept banging on the door telling me that something was happening in the room and she needed to see. I didn’t let her in. Instead, I just sat on the floor, with my fat ass almost completely covering the doorway, so even if she tried to get in there was no way she could move almost 2000 pounds of man! Oh? Did I forget to mention I’m almost ONE TON now? Huh, well it happened just the other day. I noticed my farts have become longer, deeper and much more smelly, so I decided to weigh myself.

I decided to go full-on glutton when I eat. I start rocking my body back and forth, my flab sloshing from side to side, covering more and more of the shrinking living room floor. The floor groans and creaks. I sat in a pool of my own sweat, which started dripping into the landlady’s apartment. I knew it wouldn’t be long until she visited again. My voice has become much fatter and deeper too, sometimes I grunt accidentally and snort like a pig. I am trying to learn to control myself though. It’s really hard when you’re so massive.

My boss left me a voicemail saying that I had to come into work on Monday. I’m looking forward to their reactions when they get a load of me.

October 26th

Dear Diary,

Work went just as I expected. I was able to do what I want when I wanted. Turned out they spent the time I was away, trying to air out the office building of my rancid farts. Damn, it only took me a few hours to get it back to the way it smelled before. My cubicle has also gotten way to tight too. Even sitting at my side of the cubicle, my fat ass completely covers the exit. Jeff would yell at me, calling me a “fat whale” and saying that my ass trapped him. I just leaned forward and ripped a massive fart. The blast knocked over his monitor and everything on his desk flew off.

I then decided to hoist myself up and waddle to the break room to have a light feast on everyone’s food. My hips slapped heavily against the pathetic walls of the other cubicles as I waddled by. One of them even got knocked over. I just kept going, I didn’t care, I was hungry. Someone tried to get past me too. They ended up getting coated in my sweat as they squeezed between my hip and the wall. My fat ass cheeks clapped and bounced together, hanging inches from the floor as I made my way into the break room.

By the time I was done with everyone’s food, my stomach already wanted more. I tried to eat anything else I could find. My shirt was long torn off, well, it was more like an oversized tarp anyway. My belly and ass cheeks were both heavily sagging against the ground, even while I was standing. My ass crack pumped out massive fart after fart. The entire office started to stink of my thick musk. The lights started to dim. I grunted and snorted from inside the shrinking break room. Eventually, Jeff walked inside. He was half unconscious due to my rancid odors.

He immediately castigated me for my size. He said that I was “way too fat to be human” and that the floor was “soggy from sweat!” I looked at him and just licked my lips. He looked rather tasty actually. I looked around, no one was paying attention, and in fact, they were all trying their best to not make eye contact. So, I did what any ravenous glutton would do, I picked up the tiny fucker and ate him. He went down nice and smooth. My belly felt full for a whole few minutes.

It was more than enough time to let me waddle back to my desk and do more work. By the end of the workday, the cubicle was filled with my blubber. Part of my love handles had spilled out of the tiny entrance way. I had to really squeeze my way in. Eventually, my boss came up to me and sent me home indefinitely. It’s nice because now I can focus on eating.

November 2nd

Dear Diary,

The floor of my apartment is covered in sweat and wrappers from food that escaped my greedy mouth. The apartment walls are all discolored and the paint is peeling off from all my farts. The leaking of sweat into the landlady’s apartment below mine got to the point where she used her key to get in. She screamed at the sight of me. I don’t blame her, not every day you see a mountain of rippling lard filling up an entire apartment. I quickly grabbed her and ate her. She tasted old and gross, so I washed her down with a delivery boy.

I’ve been eating non-stop for hours now. I barely have enough time to write these stupid diaries anymore. This might be the last one. I want to just focus on eating. My fat ass has started spilling through the cracks in the floor and sagging down towards the landlady’s x-apartment, she’s taken permanent residence in my belly now as more blubber. I started eating delivery people as they come to drop off food too. I like to grab them, dip them in my ass crack so they soak up the sweat and then eat them. The sweat tastes like a nice sauce. I love the feeling of my body filling up more and more space. The entire building shakes as I pump out fart after fart. I heard rumors they are sending the CDC to determine the “problem” of the rancid odors. I laugh thinking about their reactions when they see me. Oh well, I’m glad I’m super fat. I love this fuckin feeling!