Sunday, October 25, 2009
Dirk's Door
Dirk's Door
A thousand images came flashing back to Dirk.
He remembered the first time he couldn’t do up the button on his pants. He strained and strained to get it buttoned. He finally lay down on the bed, sucked in his gut and used all his strength to button them up. Immediately when he got up he could feel them squeezing into his flesh. He wasn’t half a block away from home when the button popped off with a surprising ‘zing’ and his stomach forced the pants back open.
He’d been only 230 pounds then, hadn’t he?
From there he thought about the first time he’d gotten stuck at a McDonald’s booth. They didn’t SEEM that small. And certainly he didn’t think he was all that fat at the time. But there he was, having had a couple big macs, a few packs of supersized fries and 40 chicken nuggets, and he was wedged in pretty good. It took ½ hour of slowly wiggling, but he finally extricated himself. He had a huge bruise across his belly, and that was the last time he ate in at a fast food place.
That was around 300, if he remembered correctly.
Dirk’s mind continued to drift.
There was the time he lost his cell phone and wallet. They were probably stolen from him, but the point was, without a cell phone or cash, he needed a lift home. He called his friend from a phone booth. When his friend showed up 15 minutes later, Dirk was laughing. He’d squeezed into the tiny booth, but hadn’t been able to turn around to squeeze out! It took them a good 45 minutes of pushing and prodding Dirk’s fat to squeeze him out so they could head home.
That day he was approaching 400 pounds.
Of course, Dirk smiled, there was always the turnstile for getting onto the subway! He always avoided them now, or took extra caution when he couldn’t. But not that day. Nope. He walked (well, waddled, really) right into it and as it ratcheted over, his thighs got caught on two sides while his belly jammed the middle. He had to wait an hour for the mechanic to show up and dismantle the machine that had choked while trying to swallow him whole.
450 pound men just weren’t meant for the subway it seemed.
What was the last time? Ah, it was the soap. He’d dropped the soap while in the shower. He knew it was somewhere underneath him, but couldn’t possibly see it. He tried to feel around with his feet. He found it alright, he stepped right on it and immediately flipped right onto his back! Dirk lay wedged in the bathtub, with the shower running, for well over an hour. Eventually he managed to reach the shampoo and use it to grease himself up to slip out of the tub.
His muscles still hurt at the thought of tossing 500 pounds over the side of the bath tub!
Finally his thoughts returned to his current predicament.
He knew full well the door to his bedroom required a little dance to get through. And he’d done his little dance. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten wedged in the door way, but he’d always been able to wiggle his way out before. He struggled and twisted and turned, but he just couldn’t budge.
The door just wouldn’t let a 600 pound man pass any more!
A thousand images came flashing back to Dirk.
He remembered the first time he couldn’t do up the button on his pants. He strained and strained to get it buttoned. He finally lay down on the bed, sucked in his gut and used all his strength to button them up. Immediately when he got up he could feel them squeezing into his flesh. He wasn’t half a block away from home when the button popped off with a surprising ‘zing’ and his stomach forced the pants back open.
He’d been only 230 pounds then, hadn’t he?
From there he thought about the first time he’d gotten stuck at a McDonald’s booth. They didn’t SEEM that small. And certainly he didn’t think he was all that fat at the time. But there he was, having had a couple big macs, a few packs of supersized fries and 40 chicken nuggets, and he was wedged in pretty good. It took ½ hour of slowly wiggling, but he finally extricated himself. He had a huge bruise across his belly, and that was the last time he ate in at a fast food place.
That was around 300, if he remembered correctly.
Dirk’s mind continued to drift.
There was the time he lost his cell phone and wallet. They were probably stolen from him, but the point was, without a cell phone or cash, he needed a lift home. He called his friend from a phone booth. When his friend showed up 15 minutes later, Dirk was laughing. He’d squeezed into the tiny booth, but hadn’t been able to turn around to squeeze out! It took them a good 45 minutes of pushing and prodding Dirk’s fat to squeeze him out so they could head home.
That day he was approaching 400 pounds.
Of course, Dirk smiled, there was always the turnstile for getting onto the subway! He always avoided them now, or took extra caution when he couldn’t. But not that day. Nope. He walked (well, waddled, really) right into it and as it ratcheted over, his thighs got caught on two sides while his belly jammed the middle. He had to wait an hour for the mechanic to show up and dismantle the machine that had choked while trying to swallow him whole.
450 pound men just weren’t meant for the subway it seemed.
What was the last time? Ah, it was the soap. He’d dropped the soap while in the shower. He knew it was somewhere underneath him, but couldn’t possibly see it. He tried to feel around with his feet. He found it alright, he stepped right on it and immediately flipped right onto his back! Dirk lay wedged in the bathtub, with the shower running, for well over an hour. Eventually he managed to reach the shampoo and use it to grease himself up to slip out of the tub.
His muscles still hurt at the thought of tossing 500 pounds over the side of the bath tub!
Finally his thoughts returned to his current predicament.
He knew full well the door to his bedroom required a little dance to get through. And he’d done his little dance. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten wedged in the door way, but he’d always been able to wiggle his way out before. He struggled and twisted and turned, but he just couldn’t budge.
The door just wouldn’t let a 600 pound man pass any more!
Labels: BHM, ffa, fiction, weight gain
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Since GeoCities is being taken down, I'm reposting all my fiction from there here. If you've never read it... I hope you enjoy. If you have read it, well, at least it's a post.
