It had only been a couple of perigrees on planet. Judeas knew there would be some negative effects to not being subjected to the same physical training as the on-ship recruits got but it had happened so much more quickly than expected. Perhaps it was sitting at his desk all night, or the donuts he bought. Much more likely to blame was the sweetly mixed coffee drinks he would buy, three a night. They were brimming with caramel or chocolate with heavy whipped cream and other sugary ingredients mixed in, and he had been foolish enough to reason that drinks weren’t as bad as actual foods for him.
But very soon after starting his job it all started to pile up. First his pants became uncomfortably tight, paunch pushing on his uniform’s jacket and forcing it to ride up to show his white undershirt tucked in. The weight accumulated around his sides on his middle as well, the white shirt only accentuating the roll of fat that sat on top of his too-tight waistband in a noticeable muffin-top. His butt and thighs had taken a noticeable amount of weight too, clearly outlined by his pants as if he were simply wearing tights, except his pants would creak and threaten to burst whenever he would sit down or bend to pick something up. All in all, a surprising gain for just a couple of weeks back at work. He simply ordered another size up of uniform and planned to get things under control with more exercise.
Without his uniform clinging so tightly to his every curve he found he actually had quite a bit of jiggle to him now, rounded stomach bouncing some whenever he had to go up the stairs or back down. But it didn’t stay loose enough for that for long with the others knowing he was on planet now. Certez always seemed to find him at lunch, bringing him all sorts of junk food he couldn’t manage to turn down. Jehcht would invite him over and feed him so much he could hardly move by the end of it, only able to really submit to whatever the seadweller would want afterward. Then there was Marieh, his weakness. He could never fully say no to his offered homebaked goods, eating them even as he would attempt to deny Marieh and say he had too much.
Two more sizes came and went and Judeas found himself with a sizable potbelly and a fat bottom and thighs that had come to touch the arms of his chair while he was at work. His appetite was only worse and he found that he could finish a whole box of donuts within a work day, and after a while would buy two so he could still have more. His face had some of his gain showing in it as well, soft features now showing a small double chin. He was really starting to feel like a pig, bigger than he had been before he tried to lose weight. But he had so much working against him and so little drive to quit eating.
He started to have ‘little’ midnight snacks that could really constitute as another meal in addition to all he was already eating, and soon he was looking very big around. Even though he had continued to get larger uniforms, his most recent one was tight enough to show his breasts sitting on his rotund stomach, and his rear was as big as ever, now physically filling the space of his office chair and sometimes getting caught in it. Even his biceps filled up his sleeves, making it a bit of a challenge to get into his jacket each night, and worst of all was simply not wanting at all to exercise to get rid of all this extra weight.
By the time the third perigree had passed and the new sweep began, Judeas was quite sure he was the fattest troll he had ever known. He was nervous of the drones turning on him at this point with how he ponderously waddled to get to his office and took so much effort just to climb his stairs. His stomach would wobble as he walked since he left it hanging over the front of his pants, leaving him a little leeway to not have to get pants large enough to fit his belly into as well. His wide thighs would slide against each other as he walked and his especially wide backside sat on top of them, sashaying some with each movement. Broad hips made his passage through doorways a nervous feat, brushing either side at the same time. His office chair had long since had its arms removed to make room for his abundant flesh to fit after an incident where the piece of furniture had been very thoroughly clamped onto his backside and he had to call a work friend of his to come and unscrew the arms for him.
“Goodness…” he sighed softly as he settled into a chair and heard it creak so forbodingly. His stomach settled into his lap and kept him from getting too close to the desk there, not that he wanted to. This was the research lab, and he wasn’t going to go through more than he had to. To be honest, he really wasn’t supposed to be there, especially after all the researchers had gone home. But he was there to use a particular piece of equipment, as he had avoided the physical exam and didn’t want anyone but himself to know the reading.
The scale was there for large animals, and would be much better than his home one in his bathroom. He activated it then stepped on, looking somewhat amused at the whole situation. He had never imagined himself in it after all. The numbers climbed and then stopped at a nice round number of six hundred and forty. He sighed, stepping off and shutting the machine down. “They’ve probably weighed livestock lighter than me with that thing,” he tsked as he put on his coat to leave. He was certain the researchers would feel some sort of concern if they had seen him recently enough to know just how much weight he had gained in such a short time, but he was avoiding them for just that reason. And to be honest, since he was heading home to make himself dinner and see what sweets he could dig up in the kitchen, he wasn’t so sure he was all that concerned himself.
