Published: June 7th 2019, 11:06:21 am
The following very short posts are things I’ve written over the past few months. Some of them aren’t long enough to be stories, but they are probably contextual enough to post here as a sampler of my writing and are free to see if you want to subscribe to my patreon. These may turn into longer stories in the future. Enjoy.
Story 1:
My parents are at the end of the bariatric bed. I had just been admitted to the hospital due to a heart attack. They look at the bed scale and mom asks, “Uh, honey, do you know how much you weigh?”
“N-no. Is it bad?”
“998lbs.”
Closing in at one thousand fucking pounds. Everyone is devastated; all that physical therapy for nothing. Everyone but you, that is. What my family doesn't know is just how much you played a part in this. You pretend to be concerned about my health. You tell them you’ll get me back on track; you’ll turn me from an immobile unhealthy blob to a muscle stud in no time. But when they leave that’s when the real fun will begin for you. The next time they will see me is on the local news being cut out of my home with the title of the world’s fattest man. When they leave, you chuckle, “Open up, tubs.”
Story 2:
I knew it would happen, but immobility struck me harder than I care to admit. The doctor came by and told me I had to lose a lot of weight before he would approve me for weight loss surgery, but we both know how it will end. I’m pretending I have a chance to lose the weight, but I’m far too gone, and as soon as I start the diet, the salad will be “gross". Daddy will drown it in ranch for me and I’ll have a cheat day. The cheat day will turn into a cheat week. The cheat week will become a cheat month. I'll pretend I have control, but really my hungry stomach and Daddy have all the control.
After a few weeks I think I’ve lost 50lbs. I think I’ve done really well, but I’ve really gained an alarming 60lbs in a very short amount of time. The devastation I feel when the doctor thinks I’ve finally hit 1000lbs and that my body is unhealthy. How could I be bigger? I’ve stuck to the diet... haven't I?
He doesn’t give me long. The hopelessness of how the doctor feels about my situation hurts and I fill that hurt with food. Begging Daddy for more snacks and to make sure no one will know, but that’s how I got into this situation. He always promises I can change, but those promises are empty, just like the 4th pan of brownies.