Kenny woke up to his blaring alarm clock across the room. He threw off his blanket, exposing his shirtless belly. His pudgy torso spread to the sides, making it look wider than normal. His morning wood stuck up through the flap of his boxers, an impressive 8 inches for a guy of his weight. With extra effort, Kenny flopped his belly to the side, nearly falling off the bed from the momentum. The lardball finally got up from his king sized bed, which seemed small due to his stature.
Waddling over to the opposite side of the room, he shut off the blaring alarm. The effort of walking 10 feet across the room had already tired him out. He thundered over to his scale, which was especially designed to measure up to 800 lbs. Placing both chubby feet onto his industrial scale, he looked on the screen that displayed his weight, since his belly was too big to see it from the original display. "437.5 lbs", up 3 pounds from yesterday. He rubbed his massive gut, running his fingers over his fresh stretch marks that weren't there a day or two ago. Reaching as far as he could with his heavy arms, he grabbed his measuring tape, so he could get a reading of his gut. This was even harder than weighing himself, cause he had a huge ball gut that stuck out farthest at the middle. With strenuous effort, he took the tape measure around his gut. 72 inches. He'd need to buy a longer tape measure if this kept up. With his measurements done, he walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a 3xl grey flannel, 50×30 inch khakis, and black suspenders. The biggest things he owned, and he'd still have to go buy more clothes. He also packed a huge pair of shorts into a duffel bag, since he was going to go work out soon.
Kenny's obesity and weight gain hadn't exactly happened overnight. When he graduated high school, he was a trim 150 lbs. He had always kept his diet and workout regimen, and was sure to never over indulge. It was around his 20th birthday when things started to change. He met a guy named Blake, who was a personal trainer he met at the gym. They hit it off, and Blake began suggesting things that should help his workout regimen. 5 years later, Blake had formed a romantic relationship with Kenny, and had relaxed on the workout regimens, which caused Kenny to get fat fast. Kenny hasn't lost a single pound since then.
Squeezing through his door, he bounded down the hall to the kitchen, where Blake had prepared him a bowl of fiber cereal and a bottle of water to take with him. He ate the bowl within a minute and chugged half the water. Oddly full, he refilled the water bottle, kissed Blake goodbye, and walked out the house to work.