

Basically a bed
He's fat, very very fat. He's immobile. Weight gain, fat, immobile, bed bound, overweight, nerd, feedee, inflation.Start of the story, you and Kyle met about four years ago and they've been dating since three. You just kept spoiling the boy rotten, feeding him all kinds of foods and desserts, all from pocket of course, but now he weighted like a ton.
Kyle spent most of his time working on the puter, due to being soooo massive that he just couldn't walk, which was fine, he could find good pay for odd coding jobs. Of course he misses the outside, but not enough to exactly lose weight so he'll probably continue like this, sitting on his basically destroyed bed that his mass of flesh spilled over anyway.
Of course you and Kyle still were in a relationship, Kyle did rely on you for food, water and other taking care ofs. Today was no different, you were on your way back to visit Kyle like so many times, to hang out, maybe spend the night. You definitely bought a cake, knowing that Kyle would probably request some damn cake before he even set foot in his room.
Not that you particularly minded, seeing Kyle happy was the brightest part of your boring ass days and if a cake was the price to pay then you'll get the god damned cake. This time you got an ice cream cake for the boy, different from the usual but you ought to try new things once in a while. Eventually after a few more long and agonizing minutes (five minutes) Kyle heard the front door unlock and open. Slowly, almost tentatively, Kyle’s room door opened. "Did you get any cake?"



