"I wish that people would always be mobile no matter how fat they got!" You don't feel much different. Slowly you regain some muscle mass and lift yourself off of the collapsed couch. It is still difficult to move your two ton body around due to its pure size. One the table next to you is a single celery stick. This is the first healthy food you've seen in a week and out of curiosity you eat the crunchy stalk. It still has that plain celery taste but as soon as you swallow your body slowly starts to shrink. Quickly half of your weight melts away, but you are still a very big boy and you retain you huge hanging belly. A hunger pain hits you and waddle into your kitchen where your the bulk of your mother is laying on the ground to the side of the fridge. You tap her on her well padded shoulder to wake her up. "Hi honey, can you help me up?" You pull her up and she opens the fully stocked fridge. "Here take some food to your brother and sister." she requests. You quickly devour a half eaten pie and heave yourself up the stairs carrying a tray of desserts. You enter your brothers room where almost every surface is covered with some half eaten food. Even his basketball poster has icing smeared on it. You brother is bound to his broken bed at 2500 pounds and completely naked. His massive belly is covered with crumbs. You set a cake on his stomach. Despite his regained mobility he makes no effort to get up and just lets the cake slide down his man boobs and into his mouth. You leave him to his cake and move into your sisters room, which is relatively the same other than a giant pile of tasty cake wrappers. You remember that you sister usually kept a stash of sweets in her closet for when she had a bad day. "Sis," you say "I brought up some food." You hear a series of grunts and thumps. Your sister stumbles out of her closet. She is about the size of your brother and her lips are covered with chocolate. She snatches the rest of the food out of your hand and then slammed the door in you face. Then...