Get to work

"I better head to work might as well see how the guys in the office look."

You thought aloud to yourself, reaching a fat hand down to feel your heavy moobs before you turned your immense body around to waddle back to your room. With every heavy step you took, you relished the feeling of your fat body jiggling and wobbling with the simplest of movements. Finally, getting to your room and squeezing your immense mass through, you waddled to your closet to grab some clothes for work. Getting through your closet, you noticed how your clothes seemed to have been expanded to fit your larger body. Grabbing a shirt, you found it could have been used as a blanket in your old life, not to mention the width of the trousers the hung with it. Placing them on your rather crushed bed, which made you excited by how your body was too much for it, you got to work getting dressed.

Starting with the shirt, you tried to get it over your broad back as you pushed your thick arms into the sleeves, the cuffs reaching halfway up your thick forearms before you tried to button up the front. After a couple of minutes of grunting and trying to suck in, you managed to get some of the buttons closed, albeit the shirt looked more like a bra the way your moobs filled it out whilst the open lower part left your huge low hanging gut fully exposed. Wiping the sweat from your face, you then got to work trying to put the pants on. Getting on the bed, you brought the trousers down to your fat feet, your chin pressing into the rolls of fat of your neck and chest as you tried to reach. Getting your feet into the holes, you pulled the fabric up, having to stand as you tried to heave it over your ample ass and wide hips. You conceded that the trousers wouldn't cover your belly as you got to work buttoning them under the immense overhang. After the laborious effort to get dressed, your shirt and pants now visibly marked with sweat stains.

Slipping your fat feet into your shoes, at least thankful they slipped on, you got to work waddling to get out of the house. Passing the living room, you pause a second before grabbing the wishing powder, deciding it would be best in case you decided to make more changes. Finally, after a couple of house shaking attempts to squeeze through doorways, you got your immense, panting, sweat dripping body out. Panting as you waddled to your car, you took in what you saw.