The Inevitable ~short follow-up to ‘Quarantine’~ “Uh, babe..

The Inevitable ~short follow-up to ‘Quarantine’~ “Uh, babe?” I yelled. “Can you come here for a minute?” Panic washed over me. I’d been a little weaker lately, but I was still able to waddle about. It had just been getting a bit harder to stand. After years of inactivity from covid coupled with years of unabashed gluttony during said inactivity, I’d put on 200 more pounds. My feeder Tal walked in, his face immediately lighting up. He knew. “What is it, Eli?” “Babe, can you help me up? For some reason my legs are just too shaky today. It must be from all the walking I did yesterday.” “Of course I’ll help you up, bubba!” he said excitedly. He knew it was coming... And ‘all the walking’ he did yesterday? He came downstairs a few times to grab some snacks. If he considered that a reason for weakness and soreness the following day, he must have been far more weak than he’d imagined. He’d watched me glut myself senseless on sweets and snacks since March 2020. He’d witnessed me laying in bed and watching TV all day long while he went out for jogs. He’d tried to get me to go with him a few times, but eventually gave up on the offers. He had thought to himself, “my porker’s going to end up immobile before 30 if he doesn’t start moving,” but had never said a word. He convinced himself it was because he didn’t want to be judgmental or hurt my feelings, but deep down he knew it’s what he wanted — an immobile hog, dependent on him for everything. And was that so bad? He was a nurturer. He loved caring for people, especially those he loved most. “Here, give me your hands,” Tal commanded. I reached out to grab his rough, bony hands as he squeezed into my soft pudgy ones, gripping hard to help me up. “On the count of 3. I’ll pull, you lean forward and push with your legs. One…two…THREE!” Tal grunted as he pulled as hard as he could. I tried to push with my legs, but they were just too weak today! I made it about a half way up before my mass came crashing back down onto the bed, my body shaking back and forth from the gravity. “Lets try a different way? Maybe try grabbing under my arms.” My feeder was a Personal Trainer, and knew proper lifting techniques. If he could just help me get to my feet I’d be fine. I just overdid it yesterday, was all. He looked at me with a little smirk and said, “Okay, Eli. We’ll try that. Maybe that will work, huh?” I sensed some condescending tone in his voice. Where was this coming from? Tal squatted at the knees, and hooked his arms under and up behind my blubbery shoulders. “One… two… THREE!” Tal really did lift with all his might, and he saw that I pushed with my soft, jiggling legs as well. He watched them shake and wobble, sending ripples up and down the fat on my hips. I was too heavy, and he let go. This time, not only did my fat ass crash onto the bed, but I fell backward onto my back, as well. Tal watched in awe as I wriggled, trying to slosh my body about to gain the momentum needed to get myself back into the upright position. It was like watching a turtle on its back, trying to flip its shell back around so it could walk again. Only Tal was thinking there probably wasn’t going to be much walking in my future. I was out of breath from all of the exertion. “Tal…if you could just… roll me over…. just push on my back… that big back roll…” He wasn’t helping, and he wasn’t responding. I began to panic. “Babe… Tal… help me roll over so we can try again!” Silence. Tal began to talk in a soothing, caring voice. “Eli. It’s happened. We knew the day would come, didn’t we?” He walked closer to the bed, looking down at me. I looked akin to a beached whale. Meanwhile, I was looking up at his abs and chiseled jawline as he spoke. “I know we didn’t think it would happen so soon,” he patted my belly, resting one hand on my giant tit, “but Eli… bubba… think of all the times I asked you to walk with me. Think of all the times I said you should walk to the corner store for your snacks instead of relying on DoorDash. You kept putting it off, ignoring the possible consequences.” Tears began to well in my eyes. He was right. I knew what was going on, but didn’t want to admit it. “Tal, no. Look, just roll me to the side of the bed and then I can—“ “ELI,” he cut me off. “It’s done. Let’s get you comfortable as best we can. Look, it’s the next step in our journey! You wanted this, remember? Now you don’t have to worry about a thing! I make enough for the both of us. Hey, we can set you up on a pay-per-view livestream and even make you a little spending money. People would love to see you in your new life.” I began to cry. “Tal, I’m scared!” He laid down in the bed next to me, rubbing my belly, watching it sway in circles and jiggle back and forth before coming to a stop. He comforted me for close to 20 minutes before speaking again. “You’ve got nothing to be afraid of, bubba. I’m not going anywhere. Just relax. One day at a time… one day at a time… you know, if you ever want to lose weight, I’ll support you. You know I will.” We both knew that Id never choose that, especially after my initial fears were quelled. Through some sniffles, I asked my next question. “What’s for dinner?” Tal cracked a huge smile and chuckled. “Whatever you want, Big Guy. Whatever you want.”