Charles heaved himself into his chair, one that has been thoughtfully replaced to support his growing frame. 'Up to 400lbs' it claimed. His body had become quite an obstacle for every day activity. Taking a solid minute of mentally preparing himself to ask for a hand up out of his chair to go waddle down the hall to the wash and to relive himself was something new. It felt like the short walk from his desk to the bathroom had grown longer each day. He guessed that that's how carrying around twice the amount of weight the doctor would recommend for him was supposed to feel.
Healing really went the wrong direction, as his body wasn't in any better shape having to haul all his weight around. Mentally he did feel safe, secure as Nathan was trying to make them both feel. He also felt like a blob of fat, burdening all of Mordhaus with his mountainous frame. Every time he called for a Klokateer to help him up or out he felt guilt and shame. Nathan and his assistant tried hard to keep him from feeling this way but there was no getting use to being pitiful and helpless at such a young age. A body that was the peak of fitness had turned so quickly into a totally useless hindrance. One that barley allowed him to sit comfortably these days.
"Nathan.." Charles echoed across the office. He saw Nathan quickly pass his door going the direction of the kitchen. It was about to be his lunchtime he figured. Nathan came back after he could have sworn he heard his name.
"Charles, yes?" He asked with a concerned smile, his cheeks puffier and a second chin going strong. Nathan didn't escape the feeding unscathed himself, and had packed on nearly fifty pounds over the course of a year.
"I know you need to get back to recording, but will you have lunch with me again today."
"I need you right now Nathan."