Feeling the Gravity of the Situation

Waking up slowly, the first thing I notice is that I don’t hear my alarm…in fact the only thing I can hear is the subtle sounds of my own body. The second thing I notice is my arms and legs feel…pinned and stretched into a kind of exaggerated spread-eagled position. Sure sometimes I sprawl out on my bed, after all what’s the use of having a big bed if you don’t sprawl? Right? But this feels…beyond that, it’s not uncomfortable…per se, but it is strange. Then I realize something else that’s odd…even though I’ve opened my eyes I can’t see anything, not like “my room is still dark because I’ve woken up at 2am” but like…there’s no light at all. My immediate reaction is to paw at my face, perhaps I’ve pulled my blanket up over my head again. But my arm barely moves and…I feel it squish against my head. ‘Wait… squish what?’ I think to myself.

My heart beats faster, pounding in my ears, as I start to become concerned about the situation. I try to sit up, but my spine barely curves at all as my muscles tense in an attempt to bring my body into a more upright position. And again, there’s that squishing sensation. But this time it spans my whole front, from the bottom of my jaw to the tips of my toes. With a grimace of effort, I try to shift my legs, and all I can really feel as a result is the sudden wobbling of my thick thighs, and the ripples going through my fat pad.

‘What is happening…I can’t move!’ Starting to panic I try to thrash around, this time the squish feeling is accompanied by a wobbling feeling. My belly, my moobs, my thighs, my rear, my fat pad…honestly it feels like every part of me was set into frenetic motion by my efforts. I can feel my folds and rolls slapping together with an odd amount of force. And the…rippling seems to keep going and going outward. Much, much further than how fat I’d been when I went to sleep could account for.

Slowly, as I track that...outgoing ripple, my panic starts to fade to be replaced with puzzlement. The rippling is still going out after what has to be at least five minutes. I take a deep breath and deliberately twist and wobble my body as much as I can again. The result is a veritable cacophony of jiggling feelings. The slapping of my belly against my upper thighs is particularly loud, and the force of it sent another burst of rippling through my belly and my fat pad. My eyes cross as the wobbling hits…pleasurable places. The wobbles…they start close,like it usually feels when I jiggle my 500+ pound frame, but then they just…keep going.

As I focus on them, try to take stock of what’s jiggling. ‘That feels like…my moob fat hitting my belly fat…but it’s…it’s too far away…’ My confusion deepens as I try to shift my legs back and forth and I realize I can feel my knee inside my thigh…like…deep inside. And as my legs slump back into their previous position, I can feel them slapinto my fupa and set it jiggling and bouncing. It smacks into my upper belly with honestly surprising force…I decide not to try my legs again for the time being.

I try again to bend my elbows, which…sure enough, I can feel inside my upper arms. My usually pillowy biceps feel much bigger too, rounder and more unwieldy than I’ve ever felt them. I give my arms a shake, which winds up being more of a half-hearted wobble due to their weight and bulk. I can feel my upper arms rippling against…something that seems to be stacked up over the back of my head. I roll my wrist and try to flex my fingers…yep, inside my forearms which…feel like they’re mostly inside my upper arms themselves. Even my fingers feel like every section of them is enveloping the section above them.

‘How…’ I think to myself, my eyes rolling desperately, trying to confirm these tactile sensations visually. But the darkness was still complete, I try to move my head around…and I can feel it on the back of my shoulders, my hair tickling against sensitive soft flesh. I push my head forward and I can feel my jaw sinking into something thick and cushy that in turn presses down onto my chest. I flex my toes, and I can feel them with the top of my foot, which is also inside my calf…which is inside my thigh. It’s not possible…but it feels like I’ve grown beyond any reasonable level of fatness. Possibly far…far beyond any reasonable level of obesity.

I try again to focus on the ripples that just…kept going. It takes a while to…track them down again. So long that at first I think that the ripples must have run their course but then I feel them, and they’re stillrolling outward. I try to wrap my head around that, the ripples feel…so far away, I try to quantify it with my own physical awareness of my body…at least as it had existed before I woke up today.

The ripples feel like…they’re only a small fraction of the way down my belly, but that small fraction also feels much greater than the normal reach of my arms. Like…further than the other side of a room. I shake my head, that doesn’t feel right either. I try to ignore the new clusters of ripples that have pulsed out from each and every movement I’ve made, instead trying to keep my mind fixed on those that are the furthest out.

‘From my bed…to the edge of the yard? No, to the other side of the highway across from the house then? No…it’s…it’s further than that. How could it be further than that??’ I think to myself, nothing I’m feeling makes any sense. I try to curl myself inward…confirming that my “body” like…my lean mass…has the same proportions. I’m as tall as I remember being, my muscles are the same size more or less. It’s just…my fat…that feels way out of proportion. Then the resistance of…however much fat I’ve inexplicably gained forces my body back into that exaggerated spreadeagled position again. My backfat rolls jostle around and slap against one another. The nearer slaps feel normal…ish, but as the ripples propagate outward the impacts of one roll against another become more and more forceful. But even though the reverberations become practically thunderous at least it’s never painful.

Pain…that’s another thing, nothing…hurts, which is good, but also seems kind of weird especially given my current position and posture. And the aches I sometimes feel when I wake up just…aren’t there, there’s no crick in my neck, no twinge in my lower back. I feel fine, aside from the fact that I can’t move any part of me more than an inch.

At this realization…I start to feel like I can finally see, as if a faint light is starting to glow before my eyes. And the sight that greets me is…mounds and mounds of flesh colored something…’Oh don’t even kid yourself, it’s fat’ I think in response to the tacit denial of my obesity. What I can see is mostly my cheeks I think, but if I turn my face downward a little I can see a cascading stack of rolls that are covered with coarse dark hair…my beard…my chins, that extends away for some distance. The light isn’t enough to see far in this…flabby envelope that’s encircled my head.

I feel like I’m lying on my back at the bottom of a deep tunnel…or chasm…or a cave as I stare upward, trying to see further. But no matter how hard I strain my eyes I don’t see anything but the rolls…my shoulders, my cheeks, my chins…my neck? The fat just keeps going until I can’t make out any details and the strange light source doesn’t extend far, I’d judge the range of the light as something like…500 or 600 feet ahead of me, leaving the distance in blackness still.

“What…what’s happened to me?” I mumble, moving my jaw to speak aloud is…hard, my cheeks crowd my lips and my jaw is impeded by the thickness of the fat underneath it. I shift my head with a grunt of effort and I can feel my face-fat slide past my upper chest fat, complete with the whisperingsensation of my beard against the plush softness of my upper moobs. The movement was exhausting, I let myself flump down again and pant softly. It makes almost no change in my posture.

As I lay limp in what I’m no longer able to deny is my own absurd corpulence. I focus on trying to “find” those ripples again. It took longer this time, a lot longer…I’m not sure how much, and I don’t have any way to tell time that I can see…other than counting my own heartbeats I guess…but suffice to say it took a while.

Once I’ve “found” the ripples again, it still felt like they weren’t much further down my apparently monstrously huge belly than where I found them last time. I tried to gauge the distance that was from my… “core” for lack of a better reference term.

‘Okay…from…my bed…to the tree-line in the field…past the highway?’ I can’t even believe I’m thinking that, but still…I know…somehow that it’s further than that. God that distance has to be over a quarter of a mile and it’s not even close to how far the ripples feel from my core.

It’s impossible, but that’s what my sense of touch is telling me…touch, that makes me wonder about something. I take a few moments to order my breathing and try to slow my heart-rate. It’s harder than getting a handle on my heartrate, but I also must set aside the apparent absurdity of my situation, over a quarter mile of belly fat? That’s insane, that’s tons upon tons upon tons of fat. But that’s what I’m feeling, I put aside the mind boggling thoughts and try to focus on my body again…remembering how, before this morning, I could always feel my moobs resting on my upper belly…or how my thigh rolls felt against my fat pad. My mind strays back to the thunderous slapping of my thighs against my underbelly and my fupa. I shiver thinking about it and only manage to resist trying to get the fat in that region rolling and wobbling again with difficulty.

My…awareness of my fat folds pressing into other fat folds starts “close”, where I’d normally be able to feel my moobs resting on my belly. I try to follow it outward, the sensation doesn’t curve downward like it used to, or at least not as starkly so. It just…goes outward, like the rippling. But now that I’m focused on a “fat-on-fat” sensation I can tell that the ripples haven’t even gotten past the absurdly adipose-stuffed mounds of my chest…I can feel the movement of my belly fat agitating the soft flab of my right moob. And it’s…so much further than my last attempted estimate.

“Okay…so…not a quarter mile then, a…a half mile…no, then a mile…two miles…th-three miles…f-f-five? God…it’s more than…it’s more than five miles.” I feel like I’ve lost my mind even saying it out loud, even though what I can see in that blubbery tunnel that’s enfolded my face would imply that it’s my new reality beyond any doubt. Unless I’ve gone completely off the deep-end and am now in some kind of permanent hallucination. I shudder at the idea, and the ripples that the sudden shivering creates feel very real and also very good, I’m not certain whether that’s a comfort or not at the moment.

I stare up…or down… into the chub tunnel around my face and, on some level, acceptance of my situation seems to be allowing me to process it better; I find I can see more in the flab cavern that’s enveloped my head. Well, aside from what must be millions of pounds of fat…there’s not much to see, though off in the far distance I can spot a little…opening which must be the surface of my fatty face cave. I feel another little shiver that doesn’t have much of anything to do with foreboding. ‘God, everything’s jiggling…’

I find my eyes wondering back to the rolls covered with the wooly coarse hair of my beard. My chin rolls, or roll singular, I don’t know which feels more right, but whatever. The fat that originated on the underside of my jaw and from my cheeks, that yesterday had been scarcely more than a handful, poured outward away from my face in a cascading flow of doughy bearded folds.

Since I could see this, I decided to try and gauge distance with it…being able to make comparisons between more than one sense should increase my accuracy? Right? Yeah, sure, right. Even though I don’t have my glasses on, because let’s be real what kind of heathen wears their glasses to bed anyway not me, I’m able to see pretty clearly to a much greater distance than I normally could. I wonder briefly about that, but then put that way, way,down the list of things I’m worried about right now even when considering the implications in connection with my lack of body pain. My concerns right now are: Concern The First, How Freaking Fat Am I, Concern The Second, Lots of Other Freaking Things, and Concern the Third, How Can I See Without My Glasses?

Of the mysterious changes to my body I’m much more worried about my apparent 99.99999999999999999999% body fat. Speaking of fat, back to my big blubbery face. I pick a point in front of me, call it cheek roll number 124, and try to parse out how far away that is. ‘Quarter mile…not quite that far…okay further down the “tunnel”, at the patch of gray beard hair…that’s…a half mile?’ I think to myself, trying not to lose my grip on what sanity I’ve got left.

“I know I’ve had…dreams about this, but this is ridiculous.” I murmur, deciding to finally just pick the furthest point I can I see in my face cave, the rim at the surface where my fat curves outward, and hope my depth perception is as clear as my overall vision suddenly is. I stare at the dark spot in the distance, which I’d guessed to be the “surface” of my preposterously pudgy face.

Distances present themselves as comparisons…the distance from the top of the Appalachian Trial down to the farmer’s markets at the bottom…no, more than that. From my home to the library in the nearby town, no…it’s more than that. I find myself starting to hyperventilate again, the bizarreness of this is making me anxious but the sheer enormity of my corpulence is…tickling some other emotions.

I blink rapidly, trying again to control my breathing. It comes easier this time and I look back up at the dark speck of an opening above/below/away from me. Oddly I can see it in more detail now, the opening…though it looks small is actually miles across…further across than the distance from my home to a friend’s place in Pennsylvania…by a lot, I swallow feeling nervous all over again. If the opening of my flabby face cave is over 500 miles across…no…1000 miles…1500 miles…more??? Then how huge could my belly be? Those other emotions stir again, and I twitch and wiggle, stifling a moan as I feel my thunderous thighs and my fat pad ripple together.

My mind strays back to my belly, and though I can’t see it I can definitely feel it. It's huge…bigger than the county? Yes, much bigger…bigger than the region? Also, yes. I shiver and decide to turn my mind toward something related to my previous thoughts but significantly smaller. Thinking of my navel, which the day before had been deep enough to hook two joints of my pinky finger into, comparisons start to flit through my head. Big enough to drive a bus into? Yes, keep going. Big enough to sit a whole house inside…a mansion…a skyscraper. Yes…yes and yes, you’re still not there.

I shiver again, ripples run up and down my enormous body. My thigh rolls jiggle and wobble, smacking again into the sides of my fupa and jostling my underbelly. The waves translate around my body…eventually…into my rump which sloshes in impossibly huge wobbles and slaps one cheek against the other. The ripples pulse back around again, meeting other waves in my fat that produce even more dramatic slapping and smaking.

Possible square footage of the “surfaces” of all those jiggling blubbery bits flit through my mind…the size of Texas…California…Alaska…the Freaking Louisiana Purchase, they all fall short. I strain against my apparently unfathomable fatness, I manage to move my core slightly, but I can feel the fat attached to it trying to force my body back into its original position. ‘God, there must be enough fat on my right arm to bury France…all of Europe…the…the northern hemisphere…good god, there’s more than that.’ I think to myself with another soft moan.

My sense of my own body appears to be refining, I can feel the ripples going through my fat not only at the surface…at the skin level, but also through my entire volume…and it’s…lots. Thoughts race in my head, bigger and bigger sizes chasing one another until… “My ass…is bigger than the moon…than Jupiter…than…than the sun??” I groan and wobble myself around, I can feel ripples with troughs deep enough to enfold planets, and with crests high enough to dwarf stars.

Those last thoughts bring me up short, I analyze them and find them inaccurate…because they were too small! I moan loudly, I can feel the reverberations of the sound going through my flab. ‘I’m…I’m bigger than a planet…bigger than a star!’ The underestimation of that thought makes me break off for a moment. I blink up toward the opening of my face cave, I can see stars…that aren’t twinkling due to atmospheric disturbance. I think…they don’t just look small because they’re far away, they are small compared to me now.

Outside I can see some space junk, then a star…the cosmic stellar fusion furnace is close, and I flinch expecting the light to burn me or to be blinding but it doesn’t…and it’s not. I realize that when I’d flinched away from the star’s light my slow stately turn had accelerated to get the light away from the entrance of my face cave. Then, before the opening of my of flabby face tunnel, I see what looks an awful lot like Earth and the moon.

Pent up anxiety that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in unraveled then. I sag within myself and feel tears come to my eyes as I look at my home planet. It looks so small, and knowing how huge I am…it is, comparatively. The same strange effect I noticed before, being able to see more clearly and at greater distance, manifests again. The planet’s surface comes into view…and it’s not desolated and destroyed, I unclench by another degree. My ludicrous weight gain hadn’t destroyed the Earth!

I stare at the “tiny” Earth, and let my perception dial back out, thinking of it compared to me…I imagine the planet resting on one of my moobs. The Earth doesn’t move, but I get the sense of it on my left moob all the same. It feels ridiculously tiny. Like a marble beside a state-fair prize-winning pumpkin? No, like a glass bead beside the Epcot “Space-Ship Earth” dome? No, it’s more drastic a difference even than that. My mind starts to race.

I shift my thoughts to the Sun and get the same sense for both comparisons regarding just the massive mound of corpulence on the left side of my chest. I try comparing the sun to my chin flab then, the same sense of absolute dwarfing. I’m so fat that I’m struggling to find a reference to my size even when I’m using celestial bodies. I shiver again, tracking the rippling that goes through my fat with much more ease than before.

“God…I’m actually cosmically corpulent.” I murmur in awe of just how fat I apparently am. I wonder, briefly, about how I could be breathing…since it would appear that I’m floating out in space but I put that concern aside, filing it under “curiosity” rather than necessity.

Groaning softly I shift and wobble my body, mostly to have somethingto do. And apparently every bounce and wobble conjures up more and more comparisons for size as at least some part of my brain continues to puzzle over just…how impossibly obese I’ve grown. Now I’m up to comparing my girth to the diameter of the solar system as a whole. And…it’s actually kind of close. Not…not super close, but close…ish?

Would my fat fill…twice the solar system? No, it would fill more…ten times? More…100 times? Keep trying void blimp. I’m not 1000, or 10 million, or 100 billion times the volume of the solar system. My mind keeps going up over larger and larger comparisons until it reaches…1 quintillion times the size of the solar system. That feels right…or close at least.

‘Well now what…god…all that thinking’s made me hungry…”