Isaac had a problem.
Well, to be fair he had several.
The current problem most pressing to him, was the most evident. The small celebration he had intended to have had not lasted a single day. It had also not lasted several days. A few days into it and his normal, rational mind had stopped trying to rationalize what was going on. That was the issue, as long as his waking mind was aware of what was going on he had been able to slow his ‘celebration’. Three days into the ‘small celebration’ had found him teetering over 200 pounds, though he did not know it. He barely realized that his clothes didn’t fit as well, that more and more parts of him jiggled when he moved. Since the fateful day of finding out his exams scores he had avoided the scale, convinced that each day was the last day of the celebration, until he started to become more and more used to the sheer amount of food he was consuming.
Indeed, his celebration had not been short, the slow personal changes soon followed. In an effort to keep his hair from falling into his food, he’d started to acquire hair ties and put his unruly hair into a bun. As his weight climbed, he adopted more and more of a waddle, lightly swinging broad hips and a growing ass behind him. His appetite steadily grew, forcing him to invest in clothes that had some stretch or were roomy enough to begin with. Much of this was made possible due to a second part of his inheritance coming to light, he was bequeathed a reasonable sum of money. The letter explained this was supposed to have been delivered at the same time as the first, but due to clerical errors it had been overlooked. It wasn’t a vast sum, but it was enough to keep even Isaac well fed, well clothed, and living in an off-campus apartment.
In his apartment, Isaac finally decided to crawl out of bed. Raising a pudgy arm he brushed his long hair out of his face, trying to get a bearing on the world. He let out a small groan. He didn’t want to get up today, well he didn’t want to get out of bed any day, but his belly had begun to grumble. He’d spent more and more time listening to it, he still wasn’t sure why. He’d stopped wearing clothes to bed a week ago, any extra fabric constraining him had begun to excite him. Even loose t shirts brushing his nipples would cause his face to flush and his heart to race. It wouldn’t be such an issue if that didn’t mean his belly would also rumble. There had been several nights where he’d ended up with an overstuffed belly and a pie eyed feeling of contentment, barely able to remember the events of the day.
Isaac rolled onto his side in preparation to get out of bed, his belly and tits laying out in front of him. He still thought of himself as a he, but for all appearances he was a woman. His long hair framed a chubby face with full pouty lips. His shoulders had begun to round out, showing a decided lack of musculature. His breasts, and breasts they were indeed, had grown rounder and fuller as the weeks wore on. His arms weren’t spared either, they had begun to show an extra accumulation of fat and jiggled when he moved them. His belly had continued to grow, the large amount of calories he had become habituated to consuming stretching it out and giving it a constant look if fullness. Below the waist was where things started to get out of hand. His hips had continued to flair out, testing the limits of his pants. His thighs were large, cellulite covered, and touched from crotch to knee. His ass took the proverbial cake though. It had only continued to grow, jutting out behind him and jiggling with the slightest waddle. While still mostly round, it had begun to take on a shelf like appearance behind him.
Heaving his bloated self out of bed, he began to lumber to the shower. He had celebrated his 19th birthday a couple days ago and was still in the process of enjoying the festivities. His stomach growled and grumbled at feeling empty.
“I know, I know.” He said to it “just let me get cleaned up first.”
The warm shower cascaded around the lazy fatty. He had begun to dread showers, though he liked to keep clean. He was afraid of them for the chief reason that as soon as he began lathering himself up he would start to get hot and flustered and he’d “awaken” several hours later surrounded by fast food wrappers and nursing a full belly. It was happening more and more.
Slowly but surely he began to scrub himself clean. Warm and wet suds carried over his overfed self by a rag. He tried to ignore all feeling, just focusing on rinse, rather, rinse.
A short time later he left the shower, feeling proud of himself for having held it together.
Slipping into shorts and a tank top showed how far he had come. Meaty ass cheeks hanging out of the back of the shorts and thighs slapping together as he waddled to the kitchen for breakfast. He had finally accepted tank tops as an alternative to shirts when he got tired of shirt sleeves biting into his arm fat.
To see him now was to see a pear shaped woman. Wide hipped, full lipped, maybe a bit more belly than expected. Open and cute face, framed by long and wavy hair. Weighing in at just over 230 pounds he was slowly becoming more and more unrecognizable.
His stomach rumbled again. He decided on a small breakfast, some waffles, a few bagels, a bowl of oatmeal, coffee, eggs, bacon, and some toast. With his new apartment had come a very deep desire not to have to walk to campus for food and Isaac had grown into a reasonably competent chef.
Sated after consuming his breakfast and then some cookies while he cooked, he leaned back.
It was then that his phone rang.
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