Six days. Only four more days had gone by since Reese's "brilliant" idea and he weighed more than he had in his entire life. Chi came to wake him up that morning (as usual) and Reese went to work on his first task of the day: getting out of bed. A week ago, he wouldn't have thought of such a thing as a task, but it seemed to become harder and more taxing each morning. Eventually, Reese managed to get his sweating, flabby frame out of bed and standing. One step at a time he made his way toward his walk-in closet, heaving air by the second step.<br/><br/>Despite his room being so luxurious that it even had a walk-in closet, all the doors were normal-sized. Yesterday morning he'd managed to squeeze through the doorway without too much of a problem... but it was a bit of a challenge today. Walking straight forward wasn't working, so Reese turned sideways. His massive gut and ass managed to give way just enough for him to get stuck half-way into the room.<br/><br/>To know that he was now wider than the door frames was horrifying, but he wasn't about to just stay there. Reese sucked in as much as he could, which made a shit-load of difference, and just barely managed to squeeze his way through. Reese didn't pretend to be anywhere near slim anymore. He went straight to the largest set of clothes he owned and worked to get them on. Even his largest pair was still far too snug. The seat of his jeans made it about half-way up his ass and there was no chance they were ever going to button. After pulling as hard as he could the edges were still nowhere near each other. Reese simply let his lower gut hang down to hide his undone button and zipper.<br/><br/>Oh jeez, his stomach. The lower half stuck out a good foot and a half and hung down at least half a foot. Then his upper stomach sat on top of that, more like a massive roll now than anything. On top of that sat his now rather developed man-boobs. God, they were bigger than most girls' he'd seen. And yeah, his triple chin was becoming rather impressive as well.<br/><br/>To Reese's dismay, the largest shirt in his closet was a button-up. He knew it would be too small already, but there was little else he could even logically try to put on. After (mostly) stuffing his flabby arms through the sleeves, Reese did his best to do up the buttons.<br/><br/>The top one was the easiest. By the second there was already a space between the two buttons were the shirt was being pulled too tight. The third one when directly over his man-boobs. It was a tight fit,  but if he kept his breathing shallow it stayed buttoned. The next button went over the crease between his man-boobs and upper stomach. That should have been an easy one since it had so many grooves to sink into, but it was still dangerously tight.<br/><br/>As the process went on, Reese popped two buttons over his upper belly, and had barely managed to do up the one over the crease between his two guts. At this point, he could hardly see what he was doing so he had to work by feel. Reese's hands sank deep into his flesh as he pulled the ends of the shirt together. He went through the last three buttons laboriously and popped all three. Seeing the way he bulged out of that shirt... not a chance he was going down like that.<br/><br/>Reese selected a shirt in the next size down and wedged himself into it. At every possible opportunity his fat bulged and sagged and bounced out of it, but at least it wasn't half-destroyed. Having nothing better, Reese went downstairs like this.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The trip was the worst it had ever been. He had to pause and catch his breath every couple of feet and started to feel like he'd never get breakfast. Eventually though he arrived, the very embodiment of being out of shape. Reese huffed and puffed over to his chair. It had been snug on him yesterday, but today it was far worse. He bulged out of every crack and crevice adorning the chair. At lest until it finally gave out under his weight, crashing to the ground and shattering. There was an enormous bang as Reese hit the ground with all the force of however many pounds he'd packed on. The house shook and Reese wheezed, less bothered by his fall than the walk down here.<br/><br/>"Maybe you could just take me up to my room today," he muttered. "It might be easier to eat in bed."