Content Warning: Nearly immobile fatty, mobility issues

A Day in the Life

9 AM

Several loud caws of a crow tore through a small but otherwise quiet yet lavish bedroom, followed by the impish giggling of two fairy like creatures from within their cage as they'd finally managed to get their sleeping contracted master to wobble in their sleep.

And wobble was indeed the right word to describe what was happening, the silhouhette of an immense figure poking through the silken curtains of a canopy bed thanks to the risen sun, and the vast dome that rose far above it jiggling with it's owner's stirring.

"Hhhnngh... I'd wager I've... y-yaaaawwwwwwnnnnnn... overslept if the both of you are being so racuous."
A calm otherwordly voice spoke out from beyond the bed's silken cover, several tones of voice interlacing their words providing them both a feminine and masculine cadence, though it's pitch seemed unnaturally weighed down.

The reason as to why became clear as the figure slowly emerged from their coccoon.
First to appear was their legs, as they clumsily yet effortlessly swung over the edge of the mattress and parted the curtains; Wide, dimpled, lardy, those words would immediately come to mind as one saw their sheer bulk, knees hidden beneath immense rolls as the figure's plump yet dainty feet lightly placed themselves on the floor.
As they pivoted to sit on the edge of the bed something else surged from beyond, a great mass of gut, round and pristine, almost occupying the entirety of the space between and atop what would've otherwise been an immense lap, it's deep belly button hung low.
Two fat arms adorned of hanging excess fat reached out as the figure's plump hands grabbed the curtains and finally opened them up, finally revealing the rest of their size
Heavy breasts lay atop the impressive gut, though their relative size was lackluster within the wider context of their body, merely pushed to the sides and pancaking against the gut's heft, and if one were to get a look from behind they'd be treated to a boxy, dimpled butt as it squished against the mattress as impressive slabs of back fat laying atop it.

"YaaaaaWWWWWWWWNnnnnn" Once again poured out of their mouth, bringing one's attention to the face
Round, no word could be more apt, fat cheeks turned to jowls turned to a large, slab-like second chin that nearly rested on their chest, causing their neck to be hidden and buried under their sheer size, yet poking out from all this softness was a long elegant nose ending in a slightly upturned point and piercing yet beautiful red eyes that exuded a mysterious intensity, all framed by long and straight pitch black strands of hair, haphazardly strewn across their fat shoulders, back rolls and somewhat covering their face.

"9 AM already? I wonder what Dizzy would say of such laziness coming from me, though I would guess she would be happy, I was rather uptight when we lived together in the grove and she always insisted that, more than her own issues with waking early, I deserved some rest." They giggled to themselves "Oh how she'd complain anyway having to get up at 7 AM, Necro was overprotective of her even over such a small thing but Undine was always on my side and helped me quell them both."
They got up with little issue despite their immensity, a flabby body betraying the power their form could wield, and gracefully waddled over to the full length mirror. "Changing truly is a wondrous thing"

And from the woefully undersized mirror that struggled to capture the entirety of their immense form, Testament stared back at themselves.
"Truly wondrous indeed~" They spoke as they examined as much of their body as the mirror allowed, picking up their gut and letting it smack against their thighs, an impressive P L A P echoing in the room. "I aught to get prepared though, it's already a late start to the day and I've got no shortage of things to do and take care of."

Testament resumed their graceful waddle to go to their wardrobe, finding several pieces of impressively sized clothes in all sorts of styles and flavors. "I'll stick to the basics today, it's been a fair bit since I wore these last, and while yesterday's gothic lolita style was rather beautiful, I'd rather not try to fit into all of it when I've got such little time already."

With that Testament started grabbing the relevant garments and splayed them out on their bed, each one nearing the size of a sheet. "I wonder if they will fit, it has been a while and I don't want to get stopped by one of the 'honorable' knights of Illyria for 'public indecency' in case they don't fit me quite right." They scoffed, having had far too many confrontations with them in the past over the exact same thing, if people can be in underwear on the beach what's so wrong with their backside nearly swallowing a pair of shorts while out and about? Such idiotic double standards.
"Let's start with the undergarments." At first Testament's hand reached for the panties before realizing why they hadn't worn this outfit in a while. "Ah, of course you dolt, last time you wore this the knights really did complain... The skirt doesn't cover much below the waist anymore does it~?" They said with a mischievous tone. "Guess I'll grab some boy shorts instead, surely that'll be enough, 'shorts' is in the name after all." A childish chuckle slipping past their lips as they finally began dressing themselves.

Testament lowered their body as best they could before slipping each leg into the boy shorts with two heavy thuds, before slowly slipping them up along their legs, despite getting a bit caught in the width of their thighs they still manage to force them along, until they fit them nicely around their fupa while stretching them across their ass. Looking into the mirror Testament checks if any ass crack is visible, and it seems that as long as they don't bend over... too much it shouldn't be a problem.

With the underwear proved and tested the rest was simple: They put on their cloak-like skirt which was comically lifted up by their mass that none of their somewhat tight belts could hope to resolve, causing the cut of the skirt to be far too open and reveal unprecedented amounts of fat thigh and boxy butt while just barely keeping their boy shorts hidden; Heeled boots that barely needed to be tightened as they were forced into fat feet and thick cankles; A sleeveless white shirt with a jabot under a fancy waistcoat that left nothing to the imagination, neither making it half way down Testament's gigantic gut and clearly struggling to contain what little they covered; And finally a mantle that spread across their backrolls and connected to arm warmers that pinch the circumference of each bicep, a detached sleeve on their right arm that similarly squeezed their flab and a pair of fingerless gloves which emphasized their porky fingers

"Quite the workout, as per usual." Testament looked themselves over as best they could in the tiny full length mirror, before letting out a satisfied huff of pride with their appearance. "Still able pull this one off perfectly, shame I hadn't tried it in awhile in retrospect." They lamented before turning around to reveal that, despite the skirt, their underwear was still barely showing. "The boy shorts might be a bit scandalous but... well, nothing wrong with the risqué now is there, compared to the panties it's downright modest. Don't you two think so?"
Testament turned to their succubus familiars that looked on from within their cage, neither spoke words but their affirmative chirps were more than enough to glean what they thought.

With one last stop at their woefully undersized bathroom that they needed to squeeze in and out of to comb their hair and do their make up, Testament grabbed their scythe and hung the succubus' cage from the skull that tipped it.
"Now, shall we set off?"

10 AM

It was 10 AM by the time Testament had finally descended from their simple city apartment and waddled onto the impressive city street, it hustled and bustled with the activity expected of the capital of Illyria, even if it was located toward it's outskirts.
Though the bounteous figure had emerged few if any heads actually turned toward Testament, after all, they had become another face in the crowd for those who frequented the street, even if a notably round face in said crowd, and so, with little fanfare, they began waddling toward their destination, one that, thankfully, wasn't too far from home. Not even the impressively strong Testament was immune to the changes their lifestyle had incurred, a thin sheen of sweat slowly forming across all of their exposed skin, and sweaty dark spots on their clothes where their clothed flab met, but before they could feel any sort of exhaustion they finally arrived at a small out of the way bakery.

"Can't say I expected I'd be seeing a phantom while trying to get some late breakfast."
On the other side of the baker's counter stood a sharply dressed man, his white hair nearly covering the whole of his face, an eye adorning the front of it. "You're late, Reaper." He batted back, his face showed little emotion but his words carried frustration. "I BET THE FATASS LET THEMSELVES OVERSLEEP!" What looked like a cash register spoke up, the voice robotic and grating to any who happened to hear.

"Oh shush the both of you, I imagined a vigilante's activities would be done in the dark of night, would I be wrong in assuming that?" Testament fired back, their belly letting out a long grrrooooowwwwllll as they did. "Now could the 'fat ass' get something to eat? Unless it's an emergency only you two are capable of dealing with, which I doubt, and as long as the both of you are in here with a sign on the entrance that says 'open', I'd rather be attended to than be left to search for an inferior establishment."

Venom went wordlessly to the back of the shop as Robo-Ky tried his best not to look in Testament's direction, realizing his comment may not roll off their flabby back the way they usually do.
"No worries, for as long as you're here no phantoms will bother your morning Testament. Now, what can I get for you today?" Venom had quickly changed his attire to something more befitting of a baker, an apron adorning his front and a cook's hat on his head, hair pulled back into a long ponytail fully revealing his face.

"That's more like it, now, do write this down as this late arrival of mine has left me particularly famished..." Testament brought a finger to their flabby chin, closed their eyes, then started prattling out their order. "Two large éclairs, a large mille feuille, two thick slices of buttered toast and a piping hot milk with coffee, I'll want a second one by the time I'm finished with the first." Once they were done they opened their eyes. "Oh and don't forget the order I had placed for today as well. Think you can get me all that?"
"Of course, as a duty I've sworn myself to I'll ensure it's all perfect." Venom once again disappeared into the back of the shop, the clattering of tools seeping out as he got to work.

"So, Mr. Robo-Ky, what exactly had you both going out this early, considering you were both going to ditch your most loyal customer for it." An underlying threat lay under those words even as Testament calmly went to rest their heft onto two chairs, laying her scythe and familiars close by. "W-WELL... IT'S TOP SECRET, N-NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" He pushed through the pressure Testament was exerting to try to not admit to anything or seem scared, but before he could get unceremoniously crushed like a can by the grumpy gear, Venom arrived with the impressively large toast and a hefty mug of milk with coffee. "I'd suggest you tell them lest I lose my only colleague, now deliver this to our customer and don't complain." And with that Venom disappeared into the back to finish up what was left. "YOU JUST WANT DON'T BE THE ONE TO EXPLAIN!!!" Robo-Ky complained nonetheless, spindly arms and roller bladed legs popped out of the base attached to his head, before be gracefully skated to Testament's table and layed out the first part of their breakfast.

They bit into the toast and sipped from their drink, shooting a glare at the awkward looking robot who was clearly attempting to sneak away. He froze in place as he felt their eyes boring into him, before turning around and ungracefully tucking his limbs in and using his propeller to fly and land on top of the table. "FINE, FINE! JUST STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! A TOP SHELF MODEL SUCH AS MYSELF IS PARTICULARLY SENSITIVE TO THAT KIND OF STUFF!" He let out a metalic cough as he pretended to clear a throat he doesn't have. "LET'S JUST SAY THAT WE WERE ATTEMPTING TO ARRIVE EARLY TO A MEETING SPOT TO MAKE SURE IT WASN'T A TRAP, WHICH, OF COURSE, WOULD [mainly] BE THE JOB OF YOURS TRULY. BE THANKFUL TO MY MIGHTY PROPELLER!" He proclaimed with a sense of pride, even if Testament was sure The Phantom was the only one trained for scouting out such a thing and the egotistical robot was exaggerating.

"And who were you meeting with? Few would want to plan such an encounter with a vigilante... or former assassin." Testament said bluntly, probing the annoying little trash can robot for more. "HEY! WHAT ABOUT THE DASHING MEMBER OF A [once great] ROBOT ARMY! NO ONE WOULD ARRANGE A MEETING WITH THE LIKES OF ME EITHER!" Testament promptly opened up the hatch in Robo-Ky's base and placed their mug inside. "W-WHAT ARE YO-"

"My drink was getting cold with all your... incessant, irrelevant talking." Testament's sour mood returned, interrupting the blabbermouth in front of them. "YOU'RE LUCKY I'M JUST A HEAD! OR... OR ELSE...!" A microwave's 'ding' emanated from Robo-Ky as Testament retrieved their drink from his compartment and stuffed the last of their toast in their mouth and sipped on the newly warmed drink, pretending they didn't hear him make such a spineless threat. "FINE! YOU WIN! IF ANYONE SAYS THIS CLASSIFIED INTEL LEAKED DON'T COME COMPLAINING TO ME! ESPECIALLY YOU PHANTOM!" He accused the baker's alternate persona as he arrived right on time with the notably big mille feuille, the extra plump with créme éclairs and another drink in hand before promptly leaving to make the remaining order, without even acknowledging what Robo-Ky said.

"WE WERE GOING TO MEET WITH THE FORMER KING OF ILLYRIA, A CERTAIN SOMEONE I STRICTLY DO [NOT] RESEMBLE, FOR I AM MUCH MORE HANDSOME." He side eyed Testament checking if they were satisfied as they munched away at an éclair that sloppily dripped with it's excess of sweetness. "Details, now." The robot was leaking oil as if sweating due to the sudden crushing pressure that surged from the one he 'sat' across, a passing thought and calculation confirming that even if their bulk were to be squarely placed on top off him it wouldn't feel nearly as suffocating.

"S-SUPER SECRET S-S-SECURITY DETAIL FOR THE QUEEN, A-APPARENTLY! SHE'S BEEN EXCEEDINGLY WORRIED ABOUT [SOMETHING] THAT IS HAPPENING TODAY AND [he] IS WORRIED SHE MAY BE... S-SHE MAY BE..." He gagged unsure of what Testament's response would be. "IN D-DANGER..." He finally admitted worried that his life may be over, fully expecting the messenger to be 'shot'.
...
But no righteous anger struck him down where he lay, as Testament kept munching away at their sweets and sipped their second milk and coffee. "Pfft, that worrywart, I appreciate he's so protective of Dizzy in my stead,but he's far too incapable of reading the room for a king that unequivocally changed this country." Instead they laughed it off, in disbelief of what they just heard.
"Y-YOU'RE NOT GONNA KILL ME?" Robo-Ky couldn't help but ask the overprotective guardian anxiously. "I wouldn't do it over something so trivial." They respond bluntly, the poor Tin Can Man understanding that only a few people aren't on the bloated Reaper's proverbial 'To kill in a Dizzy emergency' list.

"I will say, you're rather cruel for leaving your partner in the dark, Phantom." They told the once again sharply dressed man that had snuck up to the table with a boxed dozen donuts. "I'd rather not act on assumption, but I'll admit that between an attempt on my life or an unscheduled meeting with the Queen for afternoon tea and sweets, the latter proved far more likely of an assumption, one you're presently proving."

"SO I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO IS UNAWARE IS THAT RIGHT!? THEN MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST DITCH [THE ORIGINAL] AND DO SOME REAL WORK INSTEAD!" Robo-Ky commented angrily for being unable to calculate this result. "Please, do have your meeting with Ky, I'd rather you tell him what's going on so no one gets hurt when I sneak my way into the castle." Testament rationalized. "Would it not just be easier to go through the proper channels for such a meeting? You'll be causing a lot of trouble by being so secretive." Venom couldn't help but ask considering that a friend of the Queen could easily arrange such accomodation.

"You may have been a part of the Assassin's Guild but it seems that you didn't inherit a single drop of dandyism from your former... boss." They couldn't help but be a bit disappointed, especially when hearing it from someone who so flamboyantly calls himself 'Phantom' for his vigilante work. "Isn't it far more romantic to do it with no permission? The allure of a secret encounter? The meeting of friends under such duress?" Venom didn't particularly get it, mostly remaining quiet with a blank expression.

"OH I GET YOU! LIKE MEETING A LADY OF THE NI-"

CLANG

The sound of metal crashing against the wall resounded throughout the bakery before Robo-Ky could even finish his sentence, Testament's arm acted reflexively sending the scrapped together robot right into the pleasant wallpaper, leaving only it's hanging jiggling flab atop the table. "I'll excuse him in his stead, I assure you he is ultimately kind hearted but... speaking is something he does far too much of." Venom looked apologetic and bowed. "Don't concern yourself with excuses, I've known him far longer than you and I understand his... personality, so to say. I'll just be making tracks elsewhere, it's nearly 11 PM and I've still got much to do today."

And so Testament stood up from their seat with a bit more effort, the extra weight evident from the dome pushing through the top of their gut, grabbed their scythe and made their way to the door. "Good luck with your hunting, Phantom, and please, do make sure your loud mouthed heater didn't bite the dust from such a trivial impact." And with that they merely waddled out, having to put in some effort to even fit through the bakery's door.

11 AM

After leaving the bakery Testament decided to return home, they'd rather wait there in the mean time instead of aimlessly wandering till the lunch hour arrived, especially since aimlessly wandering really starts to wear them out, the shortness of breath as they enter their apartment serving as a great example of their stamina. They leaned their scythe against the wall of the small living room and opened up the cage of their contracted succubus, letting them flutter and chatter about in their own incomprehensible language, before sitting down in front of their desk on their impressively wide chair.

"Finally some peace and quiet, while I enjoy the bustling city streets and usually don't mind that tin copycat, I'm fairly prickly today." Testament pondered on that for a moment as they brought the bonsai atop their desk closer. "I guess Dizzy isn't the only one that's nervous about this encounter, it has been a while and I can't help but stress it seems." They picked up their clippers and started examining the plant. "How many years do I have on her and I've still got so much growing to do... well, since we've last seen each other I've grown and kept growing in a far more literal way as well."

Testament took the pudgy hand not holding the clippers, and rubbed great circles on their gut. "Such a stark contrast to the rail thin reaper I used to be, and yet I can't help but prefer it." They grabbed their thigh and jiggled it as if to test if it were real, fearing it wasn't. "It's as if vitality itself has entered this old body of mine, that an urge to live has made itself manifest in me." They sighed and turned back to their bonsai.

"If I'm talking this much to myself it must mean I'm really nervous, heh... Not knowing how Dizzy will react has borne a fear in me I didn't think possible." They spotted a branch that didn't look quite right and snipped it off. "I'll just hope she sees in me what I see in you little one, the hard work I've put in to maintain us, all the work I've put in to reach where I am now, even if the end result looks... unorthodox, I just want her to see I'm living a good life after showing her so much of my worst for so long." They couldn't help lament, they barely even recognize themselves from that time, but they've changed and that's what they want to be able to show that.

"More than anything I should be trying to remain relaxed, worrying won't really do much will it?" And so Testament remained seated, scrounging through the desk's drawers until they found their embroidery board, which already had an half finished design. "I've let myself get too distracted with other hobbies, incredible I didn't just finish it considering how far along I'd already gotten." Then they remembered why; Testament got hungry and left for lunch, and when they returned they busied themselves with other interests leaving this one to be forgotten. "Certainly can't say it wasn't my fault, when I get insatiable little else is on my mind other than food, but I don't quite remember what the plan was for you, yet you've got a palette and I've got time to spend." And so they busied themselves, plump fingers held the needle and thread with the expertise of a craftsman, and slowly brought the piece to life.

12 AM

"There we are, I may have gone too far in retrospect, but the result was well worth it." Testament looked upon their handy work and marvelled.
The design was... fairly abstract to say the least, greens and blues and whites weaved and crossed and met and seperated in chaotic harmony, shapes and patterns formed and dissipated as if a primordial soup attempting to produce something coherent that never quite coalesces.
"'Awe of she'" They whispered to themselves. "A title most fitting for a cocoon of endless possibility." With a warm smile and a sense of pride in their flabby chest, Testament set it aside on the desk to adorn it for the time being, hard to figure out exactly where to place it in their already decoration busy living room.

"12 AM already? Surprised I haven't gotten hungry yet... well, I am peckish I suppose, even a late breakfast can't quite quell this apron of a gut until a more appropriate lunch hour." They stood up with newfound ease as the bloating from their prior meal had subsided, and waddled to the kitchenette connected to the living room, opening up the fridge beside it. "A bit... barren isn't it?" A giggle surprised Testament as the succubus snickered amongst themselves. "Real funny you two... sigh, let's see if I can make do with whatever's here." An handful of eggs, an half empty carton of milk, some butter, bacon bits, various cheeses, yogurt... yogurt? "That'll do nicely, I've still got some flour and baking soda, a yogurt cake should me more than feasible."

Testament fetched their apron, an impressive piece of fabric that, nonetheless, was just barely able to protect them from any potential stains. "Now for the mise en place." They gathered all the ingredients, bowls and utensils they would need for the recipe on their small kitchenette's counter, their succubus hovering around with simple curiosity as they hadn't seen their contracted master bake a cake with yogurt before. "Everything's on hand and we've got enough of every ingredient, let's get baking!" Enthusiasm creeped into their usually elegant voice as they began pre-heating the oven.
Testament washed their hands before greasing the cake pan with butter, their fatty fingers making sure all of it's surface was properly coated, before once again washing their hands to handle the ingredients. "I remember there was a trick to this recipe... Kliff eyeballed measurements far too often for someone who baked relatively well." As they added a cup of yogurt and four eggs it finally dawned on them what the trick was. "Now use the yogurt cup itself to measure the rest of the ingredients" Testament mumbled to themselves, a low grumble emanating from their gut as they added three yogurt cups of sugar, two of flour and a quarter cup of oil. And with two teaspoons of baking soda, Testament put the whole bowl under their mixer, leaving it to it's hardwork as they sat down on two pre-prepared chairs, wiping a thin sheen of sweat from their forehead. "Can you two imagine if I still insisted on mixing the ingredients by hand? I'd be a mess by the end of it." They giggled to themselves, the succubi sharing kind smiles as they sat on Testament's plush shoulders. The mixer winded down and Testament went to check on progress, the dough being properly homogenous. "One final test before it goes in the oven~" They took a great scoop of dough with their finger and promptly plopped it into their mouth. "Delicious simplicity~" They poured the dough into into the cake pan and shoved it into the already heated oven, adjusting a dial-like glyph to make it stop in 30 minutes time.

Grrrrrrooooooowwwwwwwlllllll

"It's going to be a long 30 minutes." they whimpered, doughy hand rubbing their poor starving gut, having become bo longer peckish throughout the baking of the simple cake.