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"Dear...God.." they say together

It's Josh..but not as they've known him. The man before them is at LEAST seventeen hundred pounds, if not an even ton. Each of his thighs are at least five feet in diameter, and their folds of flab hang down to the floor, making it impossible to see his feet. His belly is hanging low enough to sweep the floor of the store in front. His head is a folded lump which is only obviously a head because it is located at the top of the mountain and has hair and eyes, buried deep in folds of flat. His earlobes are indistinct, buried as they are in indentions in the fat at either side of his head.

"Boy, it's good to see you two!" he cries out, and sweeps them into a hug before they can stop him. His hands are soft masses the size of cantalopes, and his arms are as big around as each of their torsos. Sara fights to keep from gagging at the gamy stink of lipid-rich sweat, long since turned to foaming putrescence in the multiple folds of Josh's body. How in the name of all that's holy is the man even upright, much less moving under his own power? she wonders.

"Oh god..it's so strong I can taste it," moans Jasper. Sara fights to free her head from the folds of Josh's chest.

1. "I was trapped in the store. I read everything, and then there wasn't anything to do but eat. They kept delivering food though, so it was cool," says Josh.
2. "I followed the directions in those fitness book," says Josh, pointing at a display case prominently labelled 'HEALF AN PHOTNESS".
3. Much to their horror, Josh's flab-folds sort of suck them in.
4. "I'm having lunch soon. You're both invited. AS lunch," he says.
5. Josh's body splits open along a hidden seam with a sound of hidden hydraulics. The REAL Josh emerges from the control room within,
6. Josh eats Jasper's head.
7. Who cares? They leave the store--after breaking out the windows so Josh can leave.
8. They stage an intervention for Josh.

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