Car Work
Added 2023-09-09 16:44:41 +0000 UTCDad thought spending the summer working on a car project was a good idea. He didn't consider what spending every day lying on his back not moving would do to him. He'd be out there everyday with a case of beer, drinking himself full to make the heat of the garage tolerable.
It didn't take long until the lack of exercise and daily surplus of beer showed on his body. His stomach was looking more akin to a keg sloshing with booze, slowly expanding to contain all the liquid. Soon it was constantly there, a round gut wrapping his middle now a part of his appearance. It didn't take long for him to outgrow his shirts, making it a struggle to move fighting against the tight fabric. He opted to ditch them, not bothering to pick up new ones too busy with his project.
He began to look more and more like a giant pillow on the floor, a fat tire rolling around on the ground. He could barely fit underneath the car anymore, his stomach pushing up against the underside of the vehicle. The mat he laid out under him did him little, his body too wide to stay on it, his new mass spilling over its edge. He wasn't sure which he enjoyed more anymore: working on his car, or lying in his drunken stupor letting his body grow into an increasingly comfortable pillow.
