Tom sat on the side of the bed, breathing heavily. He looked down at the flabby form of his body, barely contained by his nightgown. His large black tits lay heavily on his large blubbery belly which in turn rested on his fat legs. His dark feminine nipples almost poking through the fabric. He still couldn't believe that this heap of flesh was him. Not to long ago he was a young fit guy who could almost summersault out of bed. Now just getting out of bed was an effort. He sighed.
If he didn't have his doctors appointment he probably wouldn't have gotten up, at least not until his hunger forced him. He dreaded going to the doctor, the first appointment had been traumatising enough. He had never felt so bad as when the doctor told him he was to fat for the scale and to big for the cardiovascular scanner. "Fortunately" they had found one they could use and today he was going to get the full check up.
He put his chubby hands on his knees and slowly got up, groaning from the effort as the bed almost sighed from relief. Tom was immediately aware of the gravity pulling on his rolls as his body sagged. He waddled over to the desk in the corner, passing a discoloured rectangular mark on the wall that had once been adorned by a mirror. He picked up the gargantuan looking clothes that he'd dumped on the desk last night.
He struggled to take off his nightgown, feeling his breasts and fat rubbing each other as he finally pulled it over his head.
He waddled across the hallway into the bathroom, he had already heard everyone else leave. He was alone with his favorite mom Trisha. In the bathroom he noticed a nearly empty pack of tampons.
"Stupid women and their periods." He shuddered, he was going to need those as well at some point. He took a shower and dried himself, taking care to dry between the folds as the doctor had recommended. While brushing his teeth he looked at his face in the mirror. The only part he had left of his old self, even if it was black now. He felt a cheek with his chubby hand, he was slowly gaining weight in his face as well. His stomach growled, he was getting hungry. He turned to the clothes he had brought along.
He looked with disgust at the bra he had picked up. He hated that thing, it just made him feel even fatter when he saw the straps dissappear in his flesh. His breasts used to be a lot smaller and he sometimes even went braless, unfortunately as he found in his first day in this body, his breasts now were just to big and heavy to leave without support.
He put on the loose fitting pants and pulled the waistband over his belly which hung down to his knees. He then put on a sweater. As large and baggy as they were, he still looked fat in them.
Tom waddled downstairs, he was so hungry he could almost smell it. He felt a familiar warmth in his crotch, a secret he had kept from everyone except the doctor and July. His new body actually got aroused from the thought of food, it was disgusting. Tom waddled into the kitchen, breakfast was served. He felt his pulse quickening and the warmth intensifying. He could already taste it. He sat down, the reinforced chair creaking under his weight as he was stacking bread and fruit on his plate.
Trisha was in the kitchen, but she didn't look so hot. Tom wanted to ask what was up, but his stomach was more powerful. Just before he took a bite he hesitated, he couldn't hate the next part, but he couldn't like it either. He took a bite, his crotch started tingling, he took another bite and another as the tingling intensified. He stopped and started pacing himself in disgust as he caught Trisha's worried look. The first night he over did it and Athena started complaining about it smelling like aroused woman at the table. Fortunately everyone just looked at Trisha, which was why he later came clean to her.
Eating just felt so great, he wasn't sure if he could cum eating but he didn't want to try. Fuck this body.
Trisha sat opposite him and looked at the door. No one was there and she spoke hushed as Tom stuffed a piece of appel in his mouth and he felt a wave of pleasure through his body. "Honey, I promised that I would take you to the doctor, but I can't."
Chewing a piece of bread Tom looked at Trisha. She looked almost green.
"But mom, why? Are you sick?" he asked between bites as he shifted his weight uncomfortably in the chair.
"No, not sick. It's." she blushed, "Ah, you will probably get to know it soon enough. "
He didn't like where this was heading.
"I'm having my period, but it feels like 7 times worse. I've spent more time near the sink then anywhere else this morning. I'm sorry, but you'll have to take the bus."
Tom slammed his chubby fist on the table sending his fat rippling wildly. "Damnit!"
He got up, knocking his chair over with his large ass. He stared at Trisha for a moment and then sighed. He had no choice. He needed the check up. "Fine, I'll go by bus."
He snatched the last slice of bread from the table and waddled away.
