The sounds of heavy machinery and shouting can be heard all around a pancake blob: rumble, clank, thud. It's only the sounds that reach Conner however, as his vision is fixed in one direction, surrounded on all sides by soft, wobbling fat. It fills the frame from every angle and has become his permanent horizon since he arrived at the Facility - kinda hard to even imagine he was once the size of the average employee there ever in his life.

"ALRIGHT, CLEAR!!"

A voice booms near Conner's sunken head, followed by a walkie-talkie chirp, then the sound of boots hitting the floor. Suddenly, he felt four clasps cinch tightly around hid bulk and begin to hoist him upwards, several reinforced straps dig deep into his rolls as the crane above began to whirr to life.

'Today's the day...' Conner thought to himself as his tonnage slowly separates from the floor. The Blob Factory had helped Conner achieve his dream (and then some) of becoming fully immobile, but once his weight crosses a full ton he is listed in their "Rolodex" of fatties to be leased out or bought to people all over the world. Wherever the destination lies ahead for him though, he just hope the flow of food is constant and he won't have to think about anything other than eating. All this being lifted up in the air thing has seriously cut into Conner's eating time, probably the longest he's gone without food in his face in years.

The crane begins to slow as Conner's body starts to descend back to earth. Every blob that's about to be shipped out has to be weighed and evaluated for their listing. For the first time in a while he was able to see a display that showed him how heavy he'd actually gotten.

> 3,478 LBS. the display reads out.

"W..why is th-ouURRp... ugh.. there a sign in front of muh weight?" Conner weakly ask.

"S'Cuz by the time you get to the client's location you're going to be heavier than when you were last weighed, it's just to give them a snapshot of how fat you are right now." Conner heard the same voice from earlier when he was being hooked up to the crane.

"Alright fatass it's showtime, lets get you ready for your picture"

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I can't take credit for writing this one this time.  okaeri wrote it as some flavor text and I loved it so much, I had to use it here. Also deserves a massive thank you for making this YCH. NOW, having said that, Conner gets fattened up to blob status at The Fat Factory. At least he's not alone living out his feedee fantasy.

Artist:  okaeri