Immobility Simulator

you stretch and yawn after a long night of deep, contented sleep. Looking around your room, it’s hard to ignore, well, yourself. Your massive belly spills out in front of you, and you’re barely able to make out your legs from underneath it, looking behind, your ass takes up as much space, if not more. Rolls of fat are layered on top of each other as your sides, and breasts (or moobs) lazily sag over the rest of your body. It’s hard to move your upper body with all the extra weight, and nearly impossible to move your legs, let alone have them support all your weight. Your peripheral vision is blocked by the immense size of your cheeks, and your arms can’t move any faster than a sluggish pace.

your belly gurgles loudly, and you realize it’s time for breakfast. Looking at the two full-sized refrigerators next to your bed, you lean over with all your effort and open one up, revealing its fully stocked interior, courtesy of your friends. Sweating and panting from the exertion, you have a full breakfast of three breakfast burritos, eight frozen pancakes, five eggs, and thirteen strips of bacon (washed down with two litres of soda).

Soaking wet with sweat, you lay back for an hour, before sitting back up, ready to face the rest of the day!

You gaze around your opulent throne room, and a feeling of pride washes over you. Under your wise rule, the kingdom has prospered like it never has, grain has been harvested by the tonnes, the mines overflow with gold, and jewels, and you, and your peasants all hold feasts nearly every night! In your kingdom, the animals are fatter than any of your neighbors’, and with such decadent prosperity, in recent times, so have you.

You wear only your crown, jewelry and your finest cape, as you’ve outgrown your old raiments, and have grown larger than any of the kingdom’s tailors can sew for. Your belly is gigantic and distended, and you sit on the floor, breaking the legs of your throne many moons ago. Your face is pudgy and smiling, as, since your rule, you’ve never known the feeling of an unstuffed gut. All of your needs, from food, to cleanliness are taken care of by your team of skilled wait staff.

Your stomach growls and groans, and with good timing too, for you’ve arranged a feast to occur only a few hours later, and you realize you’re hardly prepared (however you may prepare for a feast)

You’re three months into your diet, and it’s rough, safe to say. The results are astounding, as you’ve lost 300 pounds in nearly three months, you’re hungry, super hungry…

It’s a hot day, the perfect day to celebrate Late-Summer’s Festival, a local holiday celebrating the massive harvest the town usually pulls in every year. The festival consists of dancing, and singing, and your favorite part: Enjoying the harvest. Every year they throw an enormous feast, for the whole town to enjoy at once.

This year, however, was different, perhaps by accident, or maybe even on purpose, you wander over to where the whole feast is being stored and ready to be served, everything is laid out, whole roasted pigs, ducks, chickens, at least two cows! All sorts of vegetables prepared in every way imaginable, this year was kind to the farmers. As you look at such a vast quantity of food, your mouth starts watering, and your belly, deflated from what it once was, audibly grumbles…