Wow, I'm a Dick...

Huh... I just realized I'm a huge dick. I'm cool with it, I'm not gonna be emo about it and hate myself because I'm a dick, but damn...

I learned about how much of a dick I am because of a simple comment. Mind you, the story I'm about to share isn't my work. It belongs to:
CandyKittenXx

Ever wondered what it's like to wake up weighing an extra 600 pounds?

Your heart fluttering wildly as your breath catches in your throat, you close your eyes and try to calm down and make sense of all of this extra weight.

You start by lifting a heavy arm, curling your plump fingers against your soft, dough-like palm. Your wrist is lost to a layer of pudge, your arm gradually billowing out softly until it connects to your shoulder, fat amalgamating so that it droops down like a saddlebag. You let your arm drop - it's heavy - and take in the rest of your enormously swollen body.

Your chest has softened into two curved domes, but, even more, shocking is the mountain of belly cascading over your waist, sitting comfortably on your enormous thighs. Huffing, you attempt to lift yourself into a sitting position, back against your pillow, your whole body rippling and shaking at the movement. You pant, a little breathless despite barely having moved, and it suddenly stabs at you how difficult it's going to be to move now that you're this massively fat.

Your belly pools into your lap, and you hesitantly glide a plump hand across its immense surface. You then curl both hands underneath its droop and struggle to raise, but your belly is so wide and heavy you can barely lift the gelatinous mass of blubber... You frown and struggle over against the edge of your bed, attempting to heave your massive thighs over the side. Your belly sloshes onto your lap, full and heavy, severely restricting your movement.

You take a deep breath and, clutching your locker for support, attempt to heave your enormous body up, letting out a groan at the effort. Your thighs feel like lead... How much does each leg weigh? You wonder. And when you finally pull yourself into a semi-standing position, your heavy belly hangs down so low, as if water-logged, that it pushes your fat thighs apart slightly.

You shuffle forwards, huffing as both your enormous belly and huge thighs force you to walk with an exaggerated waddle. You stop, leaning heavily against your locker and breathing deeply. You can't have moved more than a few inches at most, but you feel as if you just ran a marathon. You're so fat you can barely move.

Groaning, you admit defeat and let yourself sink back down onto your bed, becoming aware of your fat ass gradually spreading out beneath you. Your belly takes its place once again on your lap, a stubborn mountain of fat and the reason you can no longer lift yourself up. You begin to slowly rub its surface, and it hits you how soft and silk-like your skin has become. You fold your plush arms against your softened chest and think... You have to be at least morbidly obese. Possibly super morbidly obese. Panic stabs at you as you consider just how close you are to becoming so fat that you're immobile.

You glance at your doorframe, wondering if your wide hips will even squeeze through. You let yourself laugh nervously as you consider that you might not even be able to waddle that fat.

But you have to try. Growing confident, you decide to take the distance in stages - you can pause for breath every few seconds. The door is about seven feet away - but to you it might as well be miles. Bracing yourself, you once again heave your enormous body into your pathetic standing position, and shuffle forward. You're a little apprehensive about letting go of your locker and carrying all of this weight on your own, but after a few seconds of contemplation, you're confident enough to let go.

You begin to waddle forward, your hips swaying and your belly sloshing against your big thighs. The door is only a few more feet away. You stop for a minute to catch your breath, and plow forward, but in your haste you stumble, lose your balance and to your horror find yourself falling to the floor. You land on your back, your huge ass cushioning your fall, but your enormous belly falls on top of you, pinning you to the floor as you flail around wildly. Your body is jiggling uncomfortably with your struggle to lift yourself back up, but after minutes of unsuccessful huffing and struggling, you lie back, exhausted and slowly it dawns on you that you will not be able to lift yourself back up by yourself. You're trapped beneath your huge belly - you resign yourself to the reality that you're no longer anything but an enormous mountain of fat, too blubbery and huge to pull yourself to your feet... You have no choice but to stay there... You close your eyes, willing all of this weight away. Maybe when you wake up you'll be thin again...

To which I commented:

Allow me to finish it off with a little bit of reality sprinkled in.

Ahem*

You close your eyes, willing all of this weight away. Maybe when you wake up you'll be thin again...

Suddenly, your eyes shoot open as you feel your chest begin to tighten and pain shoots from what you think could be your heart. The worst fear has become a reality as you clutch your fatty chest with your plump hand. You're having a heart attack. You try to sit up but it's no use. Your immense weight is keeping you down! You pray to whatever God is listening, hoping somebody, anybody strolls by and somehow sees you in your distress. But you know this is it. This is your final hour. Nobody would come. Nobody even knows about your sudden weight problem.

With your last moments of breath, you begin to think of everybody who you won't see after today. Your family, your co-workers, your friends, everyone! They won't see you after the funeral. Hell, you figure you're too big for a furnace, so aches are out of the question. A lock of your hair will all be what is left aside from your belongings and photos of you when you were skinny. A single tear drips from your eye and makes it's way down your plump cheeks.

It's over. You feel your body go numb as you slowly close your eyes and breath your last breath.

~***~

You jerk awake alone in your large bed. It has to be midnight. You're in a cold sweat and you search your room trying to get your bearings. Suddenly, you feel different. You look down to see a slightly fatty but still fit tummy. Your breathing calms, but only slightly.

"It's only a dream..." You assure yourself. You fall back onto your soft bed. It must have been a pretty terrifying dream. Your sheets and pillows are damped with sweat and your bed looks like you hadn't made it in weeks. That dream was all you needed to get your mind together.

"To hell with that... I'll be chubby, but damn, I wanna go out on my own terms." You mutter as you close your eyes. It takes a little longer than usual, but you manage to fall back asleep.

END.

Now you may be wondering why I wrote that. Well, I needed the practice. I'm writing a story and I wanted to warm myself up for the writing. No, it has nothing to do with weight gain or fatty fictions. I just needed a quick warm up. BTW, I like my ending better...

Was that dickish of me? Probably. Do I feel bad? Eh, I don't care enough to worry about that. I only care because this opened my eyes to notice how much of a dick I am... Eh, I don't feel any different. Back to work!