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Corpulence

by nehemia#0415

Stretched out on the deep-cushioned sofa of their couch, Cookie stifled a yawn as they gazed at the flat-screen television. Despite it being midday, all the lights were off as they were too lazy to bother turning any on.

The illuminations of the TV splashed them in bright colors, casting a soft glow within the otherwise dark living room. The Shinx raised their heavy arms to bring their snout into a bag of chips, only to find it empty. They instantly became annoyed. Snacking was their new favorite habit, and although their food consumption had led to excessive weight gain, Cookie couldn't seem to stop.

They didn't want to stop.

Food was just so fucking good, and they enjoyed their days of lounging around to snack and eat constantly. So after they shook the godforsaken empty chip bag off their muzzle with a huff, their crimson eyes scanned the immediate area for any nearby food.

It was mostly trash littered about--empty pizza boxes, dried tubs of ice cream, dented soda cans, bags upon bags of fast food. But...

There. A single slice of pizza left in the top box of the stack, practically calling their name. Cookie tried to lean forward with a grunt, stretching a paw toward the stack of boxes so close yet so far away. Their core muscles were practically gone, and the weight of their body was so much to move that they almost gave up on trying.

But they wanted that slice of pizza more than they wanted not to get it.

So the Shinx leaned to the side and rolled a bit, managing to swing out a forearm and catch a single claw on the edge of the box. It slid off the stack and thudded on the ground in front of them, where they were able to finally claim that last piece with a few eager swallows.

Too lethargic to bother sitting back up, Cookie remained on their side along the couch, continuing to gaze at the TV, their tongue licking excess grease off their maw. A small huff of amusement sounded from them every now and then as they watched the show, but otherwise... Their days were pretty consistent.

This was their day. Laying on the sofa to watch mindless television shows and eating any foods they may crave in the moment. They didn't have the energy, desire or will to do anything else, and so they stayed. Day after day. Week after week. But Cookie used to be an active little Shinx, boundless and tireless--so to be restrained now by their own body... It was an adjustment, to say the least.

There were moments of deep, unfounded depression, when they loathed themself for ever having let it get this far, and ultimately ended up consoling themself with food. And that's what food was to them--comfort, and familiarity, and joy, and peace. It brought them stability when nothing else seemed to remain a constant... Not even themselves.

Thus the endless cycle of their food consumption had continued, an undertow in the ocean that Cookie couldn't seem to swim out of.

A few hours passed of the Shinx in and out of a doze on the sofa, their star-tipped tail flicking lazily, contentedly. But eventually they were hungry enough that they forced themselves to roll off the cushions and landed on the ground with a thud.

Cookie shook their head and planted all four paws on the ground, hauling themselves up and trudging for the kitchen. Their fat belly dragged on the ground, their gait now a bit of a waddle to accommodate the extra weight.

By the time they made it to the kitchen, their heart was already beating with effort, their muzzle open as they panted lightly. They took a moment to plop down on their backside, obsidian hind paws stretching out before them. When they caught their breath, they had to muster up the mental energy all over again just to be some level of productive.

Cookie stood back up and meandered over to the fridge, opening it with a paw. It proved to be fruitless; the leftovers had already been eaten and all that remained were various sauces and sodas. They shut the fridge and instead opened the freezer, finding one frozen pizza left. Pizza. They were tired of pizza, but they were bereft of other options, and unwilling to go anywhere to get something else.

So the Shinx retrieved the frozen pizza box in their muzzle, kicking the freezer shut with a hind paw as they walked to the oven. They used their nose to set the temperature knob, and then tore open the box to place the pizza directly into the oven. Another quick boop of their nose set the timer before Cookie made their way back to the living room, and plopped onto the sofa.

A heavy, deep breath escaped them as they once again had to steady their heart rate. Unaccustomed to almost any activity now, their body was forced to use excess energy to get everyday tasks done. Even bathing could prove to be exhausting. Everything was exhausting.

Everything except eating, of course.

As Cookie gazed at the TV screen, their eyes slowly grew heavier, and they willingly gave in to the sleep that overtook them. And just as they'd hoped, they napped until the timer startled them awake, beeping from the alarm.

Cookie grunted as they rolled off the couch yet again, landing on all fours and making their unhurried way into the kitchen. Their mouth salivated at the scent of cooking food, and their stomach grumbled with anticipation. They were quick to turn the oven off and slide the pizza out onto a cool tray.

Once both the pizza and the soda had made it to the living room, the Shinx finally sat down before the television, waiting only a minute to let the pizza cool down. But their hunger and impatience gave them in, and eventually their maw was smacking with cheese and sauce and meats, washed down with soda to help the burning sensation.

As comforting as food could be, the lifestyle was also sort of... empty. When socializing, no one wanted to merely sit around for hours and just eat food--and Cookie didn't have the motivation to leave the house for anything but food, because it otherwise proved to be, well, exhausting.

It was easier to just stay home, eating their feelings to their heart's content. It was easier to ignore the obvious problems they were suffering, because facing them meant doing something about it.

And Cookie didn't want to do anything.

Another hour or so passed before their eyes were heavy enough that the Shinx knew they needed to go to sleep. Oftentimes they would merely pass out on the sofa, but they did occasionally enjoy the comforts of their own bed, if they could be bothered to make the trek there.

Powering the TV off, Cookie mustered the strength to leave the couch and made their way back through the hallway to their bedroom. Their sides brushed the door frame as they entered, crimson eyes scanning the interior of the dark room. They hadn't bathed in a few days, but... Eh, they'd shower tomorrow.

Probably.

The night came and went, Cookie sleeping soundly and undisturbed until the sun peeked through the curtains of their window. They were still lightly dozing when the doorbell rang, and a knock sounded. The Shinx grumbled and buried their face deeper under the covers, reluctant to start the day already. But the knock and doorbell sounded again, and so they finally got up.

Their eyes were still bleary as they stumbled down the hall toward the front door, and they stifled a yawn before unlocking and opening it.

Anna stood there--a female lynx that they'd known for years. Their friend.

"Hi, Cookie," Anna greeted, giving a small wave of her tail. "I haven't heard from you in a while, so I wanted to check in on you."

A wave of shame and embarrassment washed through the Shinx as they realized what must be going through her head--how they'd gained so much weight, and how horrible they must look now. They suppressed those thoughts and stepped back to allow Anna inside.

"Hi, Anna. Yeah, I've just been... occupied," they explained weakly, shutting the door and turning to face the lynx. She looked around the house momentarily before casting her gaze back to Cookie, and smiled.

"How have you been? I've been worried about you?" she asked.

Cookie nodded casually and meandered for the sofa, already tired of being on their legs and sitting down. Anna joined them, gracefully easing herself onto the cushions.

"I've been fine. Tired, I guess," they shrugged. Another wave of embarrassment from the trash that littered the area. And this was why they preferred to be alone now--at least when they were alone, no one was around to judge them.

Anna gave a nod, but she barely seemed to notice the detritus, only focused on her friend. Her eyes were rounded with concern, and Cookie gave her a questioning look.

"Cookie, I don't know how to say this... But are you taking care of yourself? You've... you've gained so much weight," she said softly, almost sadly, as if it pained her to see them like this. The Shinx shifted a tad uncomfortably, making an effort not to look down at their own body.

"I'm fine, Anna. You don't need to worry. I'm happy," they insisted, forcing a smile on their face. Anna looked unconvinced, but she nodded all the same. They weren't happy, not really--but it was easier to pretend like everything was fine. And their life now revolved around doing things the easy way.

"Okay. Well, I can't stay, I just wanted to pop in and say hi," Anna said, giving a feline-like leap off the couch and heading for the door. Cookie only followed her to lock the door once she left, but before she did, the lynx turned and looked at them.

"Take care of yourself, okay? I'll check on you soon," she smiled. And then she was gone. Cookie watched her go before shutting the door and trudging back to the sofa. They sat, and looked down at their obese body, frowning at the sight.

They didn't know what to do at this point. Their weight gain had become so excessive that losing it all would be a significant feat--one that Cookie didn't exactly want to tackle. While they didn't enjoy some of the effects such as lethargy and obesity, they did enjoy food, and their days of relaxation to do as they pleased.

But what did that say about them? That they were giving up and accepting their newfound obese lifestyle with defeat, or that they were content to embrace it, and live their days in willful ignorant bliss? They couldn't be sure. But there was only one way to find out.

Cookie flipped on the television, and settled in for another day of corpulent relaxation.

Chapter Two

For weeks, nothing changed. Cookie continued to snack contentedly on the couch, day in and day out, even as their escalating weight gain was becoming more of a hindrance.

It was a strenuous effort just to move now. Their legs strained to carry their weight, every step a milestone, and their heart seemed to pound constantly, as if keeping up with their body was enough to put it into overdrive. They were tired all the time, but they started sleeping worse and worse, unable to ever get more than a few hours at a time.

Every day, they thought about trying to change, trying to eat less or possibly be active again. But those thoughts were always pushed aside by the unyielding call of the sofa and tantalizing scents of food. Now, they were fat enough that the Shinx had taken to pushing themselves around on a skateboard. This way, they could take the weight off their legs and still get where they needed to go.

Mid-afternoon one day, Cookie rolled into the living room, using all four paws to push along the floor toward the couch. Before they could get there, though, a knock sounded on the front door. Their ears perked and they leaned to the side to turn for the door as they rolled themself forward.

It used to be no effort to reach for the door handle, but with their weight pulling them down, the Shinx struggled to lift up high enough to reach the knob and open the door. They rolled back enough to peer outside, blinking against the blinding sunlight. Their friend Anna had come again.

"Hi, Cookie," the lynx purred, stepping forward to brace both forearms on them for a hug. Cookie offered a smile, star-tipped tail waving.

"Hey, Anna. What brings you by?" they asked, allowing their friend inside and closing the door behind her. Then they backed up on the skateboard a bit, leaning one way then the other to properly face her.

"Well, I said I was going to check on you. But today I'm here to help," she smiled, trotting deeper into the house and entering the living room. She flicked the lights on, observing the trash and clutter.

"Help? Help with what?" Cookie asked, pushing to roll themself after her, their pudgy legs swinging about, claws scraping the floor. In the center of the mess, Anna looked to them.

"With this," she gestured around with a paw. Her emerald eyes were warm and concerned, not judgmental or condescending in any way--and that's what surprised the Shinx the most. They'd done this to themselves, they'd put themself in this position.

"Why?" was all they could think to ask.

"Because you're my friend, Cookie, and I can't just sit by and let this happen to you," she said gently. They felt their pale blue cheeks flush with gratitude and shame--appreciative that she was here but loathing themself for needing it in the first place.

"You really don't have to..." they started. Anna shook her head.

"I want to. First things first, this room is a wreck," she observed. The lynx meandered to the kitchen and grabbed a few trash bags, bringing them back and opening one to begin stuffing the waste inside.

Cookie felt useless and helpless, simply laying on their skateboard and unable to contribute much. They pushed around the room to collect various pieces of trash, adding to the waste in the bags, but Anna moved much faster, cleaning it all in under ten minutes. Three garbage bags were full before the lynx took the liberty of carrying them out to the sidewalk to be properly disposed of.

Even though Cookie didn't do much, they were still out of breath from the activity, resting their snout on the end of the skateboard while they panted. When Anna came back inside, she appeared more than satisfied at the state of the living room, now much cleaner and more hospitable than it was before she arrived. She observed the Shinx, worn out and huffing atop their mobilizing skateboard.

"Come on," she encouraged, trotting around to their backside and planting her forepaws on their back to start wheeling them forward and down the hall. Too tired to resist, Cookie merely allowed themself to be pushed through their bedroom and into the bathroom.

"What are we doing now?" they questioned curiously, watching as Anna started the water faucet over the tub, feeling until it was warm before plugging the drain. Then she looked at Cookie, a teasing but friendly glint in her eyes.

"Giving you a bath. I can't imagine it must be easy, and I told you, I'm here to help," she insisted. Then added with a wink, "Plus, you stink."

Cookie blushed again but nodded their thanks, sitting up slightly to push the skateboard out from under them so they were sitting directly on the ground as the tub filled with water. When it was, Anna stopped the faucet, and turned to the Shinx expectantly.

Their hind legs wobbled a bit with effort to push their weight off the floor as they made their way to the edge of the tub, which rose to the height of their snout. They lifted one paw in an attempt to grab the edge, but the fat of their arm and sheer lack of flexibility prevented them from succeeding.

Anna approached and helped lift their upper body enough that they could hook both forepaws on the lip of the tub. She made sure to untie and remove their bandana, placing it aside. Then she went behind them again, and braced her paws on their thighs.

"Try to lift yourself up on three, and I'll help. Okay? One, two, three--!" Anna grunted a bit as she hauled them up, while Cookie used every ounce of strength they had in their obese body to pull themself over the edge and into the tub with a heavy splash. Anna squealed and chuckled, shaking out her fur before coming up to the tub and sitting back on her hind legs.

The Shinx adjusted until they were sitting on their backside parallel within the tub. Their sides nearly touched the inner edges, but it was deep enough that the water came up to their chest. Anna had been right to assume that bathing was difficult these days--they couldn't properly reach every part of their body that needed to be washed and therefore had unintentionally begun to lack hygiene.

But their friend was here to help them, and for that they were grateful. Cookie closed their crimson eyes as Anna squeezed soap into her paws and began to lather the top of their head. It was soothing and comforting, the warm water helping to relax them. They tried reaching up to help with a spot around their ears, but their pudgy arm couldn't lift high enough. They left her to it, instead.

Anna's paws worked and massaged the soap down their neck and back, even making sure to wash between the folds of fat. She scrubbed their arms and paws, and then made them lay back in the tub to tend to their belly, legs and hind paws. Her touch was gentle but attentive, working between creases and cleaning places they hadn't been able to reach in months--like their hind legs or their back. Sure they had a loofah on a handle, but it just wasn't the same.

It was truly heavenly. Cookie enjoyed every second of it--having someone else bathe them while they were able to simply sit back and relax. Eventually every inch of them had been lathered in soap, and Anna used a cup between her paws to dump water over their head and body in order to rinse them off. They shook their head instinctively, water droplets flying free, and Anna laughed.

When all was said and done, she reached in to unplug the tub and start draining the water before facing Cookie. She helped them put their paws on the edge again, and then hooked her own paws behind their elbows to pull them over and out. They hit the bathroom mat with a wet, heavy thud and gave a huff.

Anna brought them a towel and draped it around them to begin rubbing and fluffing out their fur, drying them off. She helped them get situated back on the skateboard, too, tied their bandana back on, and then pushed them out of the bathroom and back down the hall to the living room.

Cookie managed to get onto the couch themself since it was low-lying, and sat back with a heavy, contented sigh. Their star-tipped tail waved with lazy satisfaction, despite their heart pounding from all the effort that had just been exercised. Anna, however, continued her trek into the kitchen.

Pots and pans rattled, and the Sphinx's ears perked. "What are you doing?" they asked.

"Making a balanced meal... if I can," she chuckled from the kitchen, presumably digging around their pantry and fridge. Admittedly, they didn't have much in the way of healthy foods such as fruits or vegetables--not when meat, grease and junk food always sounded so much more appealing.

"Anna, you've done more than enough. Really, you don't have to," they insisted from the couch. But their lynx friend continued to move about within the kitchen, humming to herself as she worked. That was that, then.

Eventually an intoxicating aroma drifted their way, causing Cookie to lift their nose and sniff deeply, their mouth watering. "What are you making?" they asked.

"You'll find out," Anna replied in a sing-song tone, clearly determined to surprise them with whatever she had been able to conjure up in there. So the Shinx flipped the TV on and lounged on the couch until dinner was ready.

Anna carried in two bowls, setting one on the coffee table in front of the sofa before sitting next to them, and handing them their own bowl. "Alfredo pasta with chicken and broccoli," she beamed. It smelled and looked amazing.

"I had broccoli?" Cookie asked with a huff of a laugh, taking a bite and moaning at the taste. Anna nodded.

"A bag stuffed in the back of the freezer," she said, amusement coating her tone like sugar. The two ate their dinner side by side on the sofa while they watched television. Cookie, admittedly, scarfed their meal down a lot faster than their lynx friend did, practically licking the bowl clean.

They couldn't help but wonder if there was more.

As if reading their mind, Anna said as she finished her last bite, "I put the leftovers in the fridge. I guess I should be going, though." With a graceful feline leap off the sofa, she carried their bowls to the kitchen, washed the dishes, and then made her way towards the front door.

"Anna," Cookie said, hauling their weight off the sofa with a grunt of effort and managing to roll onto the skateboard belly-down. They pushed forward, fat legs straining despite most of the weight being off their paws. Looking at their feline friend, they were suddenly at a loss for words.

"Thank you," they managed, crimson eyes round with sincerity. Anna smiled, and approached to hug them, embracing them tightly.

"Don't mention it." She pulled back and gazed at the Shinx. "But you really have to be better about this, Cookie. You can't keep going on like this. Please, take care of yourself," she said softly.

Cookie gave a solemn nod and watched her leave, shutting the door behind her. They gave a tired sigh, worn out from having been social and relatively productive all afternoon and evening, and they moved their heavy legs to push themselves to the sofa. They struggled this time to sit atop the cushions, making three attempts before properly hauling their fat body up and rolling onto the couch.

Another heavy breath escaped their parted muzzle as they caught their breath, eyes gazing absentmindedly at the television that was still playing a show. Everything was so difficult these days, so heavy and strenuous. They were still hungry and wanted more of that alfredo pasta, but the effort it would take to get up and grab it was enough to deter them from the desire for now.

Anna's words echoed in the back of their mind. You can't keep going on like this. They knew that was true--knew it would only continue to get worse every day, just as it had been for the last several months.

But it was as if their will and motivation to be active and healthy again was being consumed by the fat in their body, diminishing by the weeks as their weight increased and their mental health decreased. Food was their only true comfort now--they couldn't even bathe themself properly.

Cookie didn't want to think about the future, what was to come or what they would do. So they lounged on the sofa, and began mustering the energy to grab more pasta.