It was hard fitting through the door of the cab, my butt took up half the seat. My belly covered most of my thighs. At least I stopped sobbing. We drove to a nice section of town to a high rise apartment. A large woman waiting at the entrance helped me out of the cab and into the elevator. She introduced herself as Connie. Normally she would check up on me every Monday, but for now she was going to spend the next few days with me showing me how to adjust. Riding the elevator with her I felt claustrophobic. We entered a 2 bedroom apartment I would spend the next month in.
"It's so hot in her can we turn the temperature down?" I asked.
"It's 70 degrees in here. How cold do you want it?" Connie asked.
"I don't know I just can't stop sweating. I can't stand it."
"I can see the sweat stains on your shirt, maybe you should take a shower. It will cool you off," she said.
I dreaded getting naked in this fat body, but the sweat was so uncomfortable. Connie took me to the bathroom, and took off my shirt and pants. I turned to the mirror in shock. I was a car wreck, but I couldn't look away. Even though this body was only 40, with all the heath problems, I figured , I had lost 40 or 50 years of my life. I lifted up my arms, to see jiggling flesh hanging down from them sway back and forth. My cottage cheese legs had saddlebags, verrucus veins with calluses where they rubbed together. My ankles and knees were buried in fat. My huge ugly gut had a large outie belly button, and hung over my oversized panties. I had never seen such a huge bra, or breasts so monstrous and wide. Deep crevasses had been cut into my shoulders from years of bra straps, supporting my cow sized udders. As my bra was removed my long wide, breasts rested on my belly. They were so saggy my nipples were hidden under my breast meat. I pulled down a set of panties, the size of a circus tent. As I leaned over to pull them off, I nearly fell over as my tits swung their full length towards the floor, as pink nipples 6 inches across were exposed. I felt where my manhood had been. There was virtually no hair. My pussy was so buried in lard, my fingers could barely find it. With that I vomited on the floor.
Connie push me in the cool shower, and started cleaning up the mess. The cool water relieved me somewhat, as Connie started to wash my back.
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