Get dressed and hit the town!

You may be the mayor now but you're still new to this reality and you're not quite comfortable going out in public fully nude... At least not yet anyways. "Hold on," you tell your assistant "I want to put some clothes on first." He smiles and closes the door "Of course, Mr. Mayor, I got a bit ahead of myself." he says as he waddles over to your closet and throws the doors open, revealing the massive wardrobe housed inside. Immediately he starts leafing through the vast catalog of tent-like shirts hanging up and asking "What style are you feeling today, sir?". You take a moment to consider what kind of clothes are befitting of a mayor. A nice three piece suit and tie? It certainly would look nice but it sounds so stuffy, and you're already starting to sweat in your home with the A/C on overdrive. "Something casual, it's hot today." you reply and he nods happily. Within seconds he's picked out an outfit for you, an enormous draping t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of one of the city's sports teams, the San Gordissimo Yokozunas, across the chest, a pair of cargo shorts that looked like you could fit a car into, an equally as huge pair of underwear, and finally, some sandals. Your assistant stares at you and raises his eyebrows for approval. "Yes, that's good. Now, uh, help me get dressed." You respond, a bit unsure of how getting dressed is going to work at your **** size but he seems all too eager to help you as he replies with a simple "Yes, sir."

"Hold up your arms, sir." He instructs while he takes the enormous shirt off the hanger and you comply. Lifting your flabby arms up so he can drape the shirt over you. Your wings of blubber jiggle as he pulls it down as far as it can go, which is barely past your massive moobs. "Okay, now the bottoms," he continues and grabs a pair of long hooks from off the closet door. He's far too fat to be bending over and fiddling with things on the floor so he uses them to strategically place the underwear into the shorts and positions them on the floor behind you like a bear trap. "Now take a step back." He says as he ushers you back a step so your sunken feet are in the leg holes of the pants. "Now, say right there." with a surprisingly amount of skill he uses the hooks to pull the pants up your elephantine legs as far as they will go, which is barely half-way up your massive jiggling ass. "Heh, you're pretty good with those things," you remark his skill with the hooks. "Thank you sir but they're just clothes hooks. Everyone knows how to use them." he responds politely "Now, let me get these sandals on and we'll be good to go!" he continues as he mounts the first sandal on the hook and gently prods your foot so he can slip it on, doing the same for the other one.

"You're all set, Mr. Mayor!" He beams. Even though you're fully dressed in some of the biggest clothes you've ever seen they barely cover any of your impossible obesity. Your shirt was essentially a glorified bra that let your colossal gut hang out in full view and your pants were virtually useless at covering your car sized ass as its fat cheeks spilled over the super-elastic waistband. "Uhh... are you sure this is good?" You ask as you tug on the taut fabric of the shirt which was already developing sweat stains. "Of course it is," Your assistant beams "you're one of the most fashionable people in the city! Of course, it also helps to have one of the top fashion coordinators in the nation as your assistant." he coyly boasts as he pats his belly in his stained and sweat soaked polo. "Now, we better hurry. You've got a lot of eating to do today, sir!" He says as he gestures you out the door.

Outside, the neighborhood seems just as it always had except... Wider. The houses, the sidewalks, the streets, even the skyscrapers on the distant horizon were so much bigger than they were before. No doubt to accommodate for just how overwhelmingly obese everyone seemed to be in this world. Even your car, which you remember parking in your driveway just yesterday looks as if someone had taken a picture of it and photoshopped it to be four times the width of a regular car. While you gawk at the expanded scenery your assistant goes ahead of you and opens the car door. "I know you said you wanted to walk but you've got a lot of places to be, sir. Plus, you can't be spending those valuable calories!" He chuckles. You were about to say something when your thought is interrupted by a thunderous growl from your belly. You're hungry. More hungry than you've ever felt in your entire life. Of course this mammoth gut would come with a mammoth appetite and by god are you feeling it now. Without a word you waddle over and get helped into the car by your assistant. Even though the car was built with the tremendously obese in mind you barely fit into it. Filling up the space both seats would've taken up had this car not been clearly altered to only have one gigantic passenger seat in the back just to seat you and even then your doughy love handles push up against the sides of the doors. Once you're inside, your assistant takes the driver's seat. Though curiously, the car lacks any visible form of steering wheel, not that he would've been able to reach past his enormous midsection to use it anyway. He turns on the car, punches in an address on the map and the car begins to drive itself to your amazement. "Wow, a self-driving car?" you ask without thinking. "Course?" he responds with a hint of confusion "All cars are self-driving sir. They had to be once everyone started getting too fat for steering wheels." he elaborates. "Now, while we're on our way, here's what needs to be done for the day" he says as he pulls out his phone to read his notes.

"Let's see... Double-Chin Donuts is having their all-you-can-eat special for national donut day, it's a national holiday so everyone's gonna wanna see you stuff your face on live TV. Bigger Burger wants you to try out their new triple fried dinner menu. Jumbo Jake's Lard Shakes has a new 2,560 oz. shake they want you to try, apparently they've found a way to double the calories in their recipe. The Yokozunas also invite you to their buffet to promote the sumo world championship coming up this Friday. They hope you'll wish them luck in the finals..."

The list of restaurants and events to do just keeps going on and on but eventually he finishes reading, turns back to you and asks