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Changing Beds
🕑 Added 2023-05-01 23:05:02 +0000 UTCDarrin was excited to get his new bedframe. It was a massive thing, a huge mirror hanging above it the enormous bed. He had heard from the seller that the previous owner had become so fat that they couldn't even get out of it, needing to get rid of it and find one more accessible.
He laid into it once he got it in his house, admiring himself in the mirror when he settled in for the night. He couldn't help but reflect on how great seeing himself in bed was, imagining the fun he'd have fucking girls in it. The mattress was so soft too, making him feel like he could just lie in it all day.
Each night the bed seemed even softer, more comfortable, his body sinking into it just a little more. He'd wake up to his reflection, feeling like something was different. It felt like the room on the bed was getting smaller, that he was taking up more room. He shook his head. That was impossible. The differences didn't just top there though. He felt more tired throughout the day, feeling like he was carrying extra weight around. His body just didn't feel rested, getting more tired out doing simple day-to-day tasks.
All he could think about was the bed and its comfort. He almost thought he was going crazy, the world seeming much softer around him only reminding him of it. He just wanted to lay down, slowly be wrapped in the mattress. That was, until one morning, he woke and felt exactly just that.
It felt like he was cocooned in the bedding. He felt pinned down in the plush, the sensations of the world around him dampened. He panicked when he realized he couldn't move, unable to roll over, his arms useless at getting around the mass that seemed to be surrounding his body. It was like being wrapped in dough, a human pig in a blanket. Finally he managed to throw the sheets back to get a look at himself in the mirror.
His mouth dropped, the shape of his face barely changing without a jaw. He filled over half the bed, his body spreading out onto the sheets from the sheer amount of fat making it up. His chest had sunk rolling on top of his belly and below his arms, forcing them out to the side. His stomach was an enormous mass, a shapeless blob that made up more than half of his body. His body that was stuck under it.
He couldn't do anything but accept what a giant pig he was now, grabbing the phone and taking a picture of himself. Now he just needed to figure who to send it to to get help.
