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Big Boy Mode: ACTIVATED part 3 (WG story)

Themes: rapid weight gain, humiliation kink, technology-induced weight gain (so like, magic weight gain but for sci fi nerds I guess)

words: 1765

part: 3/~5(probably)

Elliott had a problem. A big, fat problem. That big fat problem was himself. It always seemed idiotic to Elliot that people could get addicted to porn, or video games. He never really felt like escaping into that type of media was something that could actually give him any respite from life. And yet. Omar kept sending him all the new programs he wrote, and they consumed Elliott’s life. He went to work and to the grocery store; that was it. Other than that, he’d spend all his time at home, testing different SimNano programs on himself. There were days where all he wanted to do was to admire the vision of his obese self in the mirror and masturbate, but there were also days when he would make himself enormous and then simply go about cooking his dinner, cleaning the house and some such, while all the time basically at the edge of an orgasm, overjoyed and stimulated by the way his body struggled to move, how his rolls and folds felt rubbing against each other…

Even when he slept, he kept SimNano running. It felt so gloriously cosy and comfortable to sit in bed, sinking into his own fat as he slowly drifted off to sleep while watching one of the many re-runs of Battlestar Galactica. No duvet or blanket was ever as cosy and comforting as being buried in a massive pile of fat that was actually a part of him.

Oh, and he texted Omar. A lot. Elliott would send the SimNano technician various photos of himself testing out the programs, but that wasn’t all they talked about. Omar also liked sci-fi and tech, so besides talking about their obvious mutual fetish, they had a wide range of topics to explore. It was becoming a problem, in fact. Elliott would spend so much time talking to Omar daily that sometimes he would completely forget he was fat! He would sit on the sofa for hours, texting back and forth with the handsome man, after which he would realise how thirsty or in need of a piss he was. Naturally, he would instinctively go to stand up, just to realise he couldn’t as his ass spread almost the entire width of the two-person couch. In moments like these, Elliott would immediately get aroused, putting off satisfying his physical needs for just a few moments longer just to attempt to masturbate. If he could reach, that is, which he couldn't most of the time.

At first, Elliott wasn't sure if Omar liked him as anything more than a means to satisfy his fetish, but he quickly realised the reserve wasn't necessarily true either. Did he like Omar because of their mutual interests, or did he just like him because, for the first time, Elliott had someone to openly talk about his fetish with? Oh yeah, Elliott liked Omar, he'd decided to spare himself the trouble and just admit it to himself. After all, if he spent less time dreading over his regular life and feelings, he'd have more time to indulge in fantasies of being a nearly shapeless, barely mobile blob.

One day, for no particular reason he could pinpoint, relaxing in bed at a neat +400lb setting, Elliott decided to just send the damn text.

Elliott: hey, if you ever wanted to come by and test some of the programs in person, I'd be happy to share my address :)

Omar: I can get your address from your payment details, big boy

He stared at the text for an embarrassingly long time, trying to bend every which way in hopes of deciphering it. Did that mean he was going to, or maybe that if he wanted to, he'd have done so already? Frustrated, Elliott added another 100 lb to his setting, relaxing a fraction when his body spread a little more across the bed and sank just a little bit lower… There was no telling how long Elliott spent in bed, mindlessly playing with his numerous fat folds and rolls, constantly discovering new, more exciting ones. What interrupted his recently acquired new favourite pastime was the doorbell. Panicking, he turned off the SimNano, thanking all the tech gods that this time it worked just fine. Throwing on whatever real-size clothing he could find, Elliott stumbled to the door, his face burning with embarrassment.

“What a shame,” Omar said, looking him up and down “I remembered you way hotter than this from our first meeting.”

Elliott laughed awkwardly, scratching his calf with a bare foot “I, uh… Come in, come in!”

“Thanks,” Omar slid inside with a grin that Elliott couldn’t decipher. He shut the door and, when he turned around, was met with Omar’s outstretched hand.

“Give me your controller pad,” Omar demanded.

“Whar are you…”

“Come on, Elliott,” Omar’s grin stretched “I like you, you’re a cool bloke, but we both know I’m not here to chat. Give me the pad.”

With his face burning and heart hammering, Elliott marched to the bedroom with the other man in tow. He watched as Omar took out his phone and, seemingly out of nowhere, fished out a cable, connecting the phone to the controller pad.

“Are you installing new programs?” Elliott asked, peering over the man’s shoulder, but Omar gently pushed him away, mindlessly patting his cheek.

“Hush, fat boy, the quieter you are now, the sooner we’re gonna play” The technician bent back over his work, and Elliott tried very keenly not to show how aroused he was getting already.

The nonsensical nature of being called “fat boy” as he stood there just just regular, scrawny self, didn’t escape him, but that did not make it any less hot. And the cheek pat? Elliott was close to shooting his load right there and then. Was he this pathetically starved for male attention? Well, maybe he was, and so what? If there was anyone he felt safe sharing his neediness with, it was this man. Maybe they didn’t know each other well, but they knew each other’s most secret sex fantasies; surely that accounted for something?

“Alright”, Omar turned around with a wide grin.

“What did you do?” Elliott asked, wiggling in his spot at the edge of the bed in unsuppressible excitement.

“Sit in the middle of the bed,” Omar instructed, and Elliott almost fell over his own limbs in a rush to comply.

“Tell me what you did?!” He demanded, his voice almost shrill in anticipation.

“I was tinkering the other day…” Omar said, perching at the edge of the bed and almost casually pulling up the model of Elliott’s body. He highlighted everything. All areas of the body “You know, they don’t tell you these things, because they don’t think anyone would use that for any reason, but the factory-set limit is about +500lb, depending on the setting variants…” Omar added 150lb to Elliott’s base body, and he let out a tiny groan of pleasure at the back of his throat as the unfolding of his skin began. Elliott relished in the feeling of exploding with softness, of the weight pressing down on him, of his thighs pressing mercilessly against each other, and his fat arms starting to push away from his flabby sides. Omar’’s eyes darkened with satisfaction as he gazed at Elliott’s heavier frame with appreciation “Well, anyway, I was just playing with settings, as I said… You know, it would be better if you took your clothes off” he noted and Elliott didn’t even question him; he’d sent Omar so many nudes there was little to hide now. “And I wondered to myself, why not try going around those factory settings?” As Omar continued to talk, he kept adding more and more weight to Elliott’s frame in bursts of 100lb. The intervals between the setting changes were so short that Elliott barely managed to register his new shape before already feeling the nanobots expanding again. By the time they reached the glorious +500lb setting, he was so out of breath and shaky with excitement that all he could do was silently moan. He knew well enough, that at this size he would need help reaching his own dick. Nothing left to do for him but pant, moan, and relish in his own fatness.

“And, to my surprise…” Omar kept talking, doing a very good impression of someone who wasn’t turned on by what was happening. But Elliott could see the sheen of sweat on his dark forehead and he would’ve called it out, had it not been for the fact that he was too worked up to do anything but moan “...Bypassing the settings wasn’t that hard, actually” he grinned widely as he input the new figure.

“Wait…” Elliott gasped seeing the setting on the pad, but it was too late. He could already feel the nanobots hard at work, tirelessly overwriting settings, focused on expanding his already enormous body beyond what the factory deemed safe. This was truly a dark fantasy now. And he was a part of it. No, he was IT.

A loud, almost animal groan escaped Elliott’s lips as the bedframe creaked underneath him, struggling for dear life, doing everything it could to keep up the enormous, over 1000lb weighing man who now lay in it.

Although lying in it was putting it generously, Elliott simply became another layer of the bed, filling it almost completely with his new, gargantuan body. His hips were so wide that he could barely reach to touch them with his arms fully outstretched. Well, it wasn’t like he could bend his arms anyway; they were so swollen with fat that he could barely move them at all. His legs were just shapeless sacks of soft, deliciously wrinkled, cellulite-filled flesh. He moved his foot just barely, and the entire leg it was attached to jiggled and swung from side to side. The belly in front of him was so enormous that at first, he barely comprehended it was human flesh at all. Only when his jiggling leg set the enormous pool of flesh into motion did he realise it was a part of him. His belly. He wasn’t just fat now, he was the size of a bloody bed! Gasping for breath and struggling with even that minuscule task, Elliott turned his head to look at Omar. It wasn’t easy, his head having sunken deep into folds and folds of fat that used to be his cheeks and neck.

“You…are…amazing.” Elliott managed to gasp, grinning at the man who was already grinning at him, his eyes dark with lust.

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