Six Foot Rule (Mini Story)

With the coronavirus spreading world wide, many people have chosen to self quarantine themselves to avoid potentially spreading illnesses to themselves or to others. This was little matter to Maddie, as being a nearly 500 pound hermit NEET with gas issues meant that rarely left her home anyway. Unfortunately, the rules of quarantine meant that a lot of her favorite delivery services temporarily closed down and she would have to get food herself from the overcrowded grocery store. She was hesitant to leave, as she was sure that her immune system was weak from never going outside and she knew it would  be hard practicing the advised six feet of personal space since she was already four feet wide, but her almost empty fridge and her growling stomach left her little choice.

She squeezed her fat ass into her extra large mini van, which only saw use as a means of getting drive thru take out, and drove to the local grocery store early in the morning, hoping that pre-dawn hours would mean less people. Unfortunately, many other shoppers had the same idea and it was busy regardless.

She was initially worried about sick people getting too close to her, but years of being a shut-in had made her immune to her own body odor and her or her unkempt, dirty appearance. She had never realized how her awful her scent was or how offputting her greasy, food stained visage was until she saw the looks of disgust and mean comments being said about her from the store workers and other shoppers. She also became far more aware of her gas. Years of braking wind without care had left her unable to hold in her gas, her chunky tail freely and frequently pushing out steady bouts of echoing hot air the moment it built up in her bowels. No one could get within six feet without feeling sick.

Over the course of two hours she got three buggies worth of food, enough to last her a week. This required multiple trips from the store to her car and back, with her getting ruder and more disgusted looks every time she hauled her obese frame through the automatic door. She went through the self checkout, which was normally twenty items or less, but in this case the store did nothing that might hold up her leaving the store. Management was tempted to just give her the food for free in order to get her slow moving, nauseous presence out of their business. 

Maddie shamefully waddled back to her car and retreated back home, fully stocked and ready to resume self isolation from both the disease and the harsh opinions of the world, hoping that she could find a way to get food during this crisis without needing to leave the comfort of her smelly, sterile and non-judging domicile before she ran out of supplies again.