For whatever reason, you feel a wave of tiredness hit you. As if all the drive you had to get things done suddenly left you, leaving you with no energy. You strip out of your clothes, put on some pajamas, and crawl into your bed to sleep. As you rest, your entire mindset begins to change, and your new home begins to reflect the changes in your mindset. Your body get softer and more unkept as you toss and turn on a worn mattress.
When you wake, you feel like you’ve been hit by a truck and glued to your mattress as you struggle to get up. You trudge through piles of trash scattered on your floor as you slump around to your bathroom. There’s a few messy areas there too, a dirty, cluttered sink, a pile of dirty clothes, various stains and soap scum spots. Looking to your reflection, you at least feel well rested, but look like you slept off a wild party night. Your hair was crazy, showing you just how long it had grown (it probably reached down to your waist now). Your face is a bit rounder, softer, and fatter than it was previously. You keeping looking down as you notice your chest is softer, beginner moobs start to show as your once flat tum is now covered in a layer of flab. Even your undies are dirty as you scratch at your ass and crotch, getting a curious sniff as your BO is potent. You think about what to do with your day and you draw a blank, nothing interest you whatsoever. It’s only after your stomach growls at you that you remember you need to eat, so you leave your bathroom and make your way to the kitchen. You grab the largest bowl and fill it with sugary cereal, covering it with all sorts of fixings (more sugar, honey, chocolate chips, etc) before digging in, not caring about the food and milk covering your shirt. The feeling of making a mess causes you to start feeling horny. After stuffing your face and saying your stomach, you think about what else to do…