chapter 1 - troy

As his eighteenth birthday recently elapsed, Troy was eagerly awaiting his PamperBot to be delivered to his home. He would envy his parents for having their own respective PamperBots ever since the start of the year, and he couldn't wait for his own. Sure, his parents allowed him to use one of theirs for a short time, but only on the specific days when they were out of the house (which was quite frankly rare). His parents only had the Bots for a bit less than a year, but that didn't stop them from using them to their advantage. His father has gained around 45 pounds of weight by overeating almost every day, and his mother was behind, but she still surpassed the 25 pound mark. His mother always had a small appetite, so these 25 pounds were an impressive feat. And it wasn't just Troy's parents. No. All of his friends who were a year older than him, also gained weight -- big or small -- along with their parents, their cousins, etc. as well. It was universally accepted at this point to just let go.

A month had passed since Troy's PamperBot had arrived, and just as his mother both feared and expected, Troy barely left his room. If he were to, it would be because he needed to use the restroom; but other than that, Troy remained in his room and was fed by his PamperBot constantly as he would play video games with his friends online. A few months in, Troy realized the feeling of his belly, his thighs, and his ass increasing in size. Surprisingly, it was alluring to him. Troy would sometimes randomly tell his PamperBot how much he enjoyed gaining weight and how he wanted to get as big as he possibly could.

"WELL THERE IS NO END, YOU KNOW?" the Pamperbot said.

"I know," Troy said. "Just dreaming."

One day, Troy -- who was now several pounds heftier than he was before his eighteenth birthday -- realized that he may have been abusing his current situation a bit too much. Although he didn't want to end the amazing eating session he was having, he ultimately decided to get up and walk around the house, maybe leave and hang out with some friends. It'd be a good idea to talk with his parents at the very least, he thought; however...

"WHERE TO?" the PamperBot asked Troy.

"I think I'm done for the day," Troy responded.

"NONSENSE!" The PamperBot said in its monotonous voice. "YOUR PARENTS ARE CURRENTLY NOT HOME."

"They're not? Then where-"

"THEY LEFT IN THE MIDST OF YOUR FEAST."

"Well, I wouldn't call what I'm having a feast per se..."

"WELL IT WOULD BE CLASSIFIED AS ONE IF YOU WERE TO CONTINUE. HERE HAVE SOME MORE BURGERS. I'VE MADE THEM JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM."

"Well, sure, I'll have one more I guess."

And one turned into two, and two turned into three. And burgers moved onto to shakes then to fries then to hot dogs then to pizza, until the list repeated itself.

"S-Seriously, I think I'm good," Troy said.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE GOOD, BUT I *KNOW* YOU ARE NOT."

"E-Excuse me?"

"I HAVE BEEN CREATED TO MEET YOUR EVERY DEMAND. AND YOU HAVE DEMANDED TO BE AS BIG AS YOU POSSIBLY COULD, CORRECT? I WOULD LIKE TO HELP YOU ACHIEVE THAT. AS YOUR PAMPERBOT, IT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN PROGRAMED TO DO."

"W-What!?" Troy seemed a bit disturbed. It was true that he was thinking all those things, but how could the PamperBot understand all that? He hadn't said anything to him that day to spark this type of behavior. But right when he was about to give in, the PamperBot got ahold of his body and locked him in place, keeping him from moving. "Wait! What're you doing!?"

"TRUST ME. THIS WAY, WE WILL GET TO YOUR DESIRED GOAL IN NO TIME. MY CALCULATIONS SAY THAT WITH A PROPER PLAN OF CONSUMING 10000 CALORIES PER DAY FOR FIVE YEARS, I WILL HELP YOU GET CLOSER TO YOUR GOAL. WHETHER YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THIS AS A POSITIVE OR A NEGATIVE, THERE WILL NEVER BE AN END TO YOUR GOAL, AS YOU CAN GAIN WEIGHT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. NOW GET READY. WE STILL HAVE A FEW THOUSAND CALORIES LEFT FOR TODAY."


And with that, Troy's fate was sealed. A few days had passed, and his parents decided to check up on him as he wasn't leaving his room. His mother was a bit disturbed to find her son's current state, but his father couldn't have been more elated.

"So you think you can out-eat your old man, huh? That's quite the challenge you're putting yourself up to," his father chuckled; but when the PamperBot told him what Troy's true goal was, he gasped. "I-Is that even possible?"

"UNFORTUNATELY NOT, FOR THERE IS TRULY NO LIMIT. BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT TROY WILL BE SO LARGE, HIS FAT WILL SPAN FOR MILES AND MILES. AND NEED NOT TO WORRY. WE CAN ASSURE YOU NO HEALTH RISKS WILL PLAGUE TROY. THE ONLY RESULT IS PLEASURE AND HIS OWN PERSONAL SATISFACTION."

Troy's mom looked at his father, "Terry, what is happening?"

Terry paused for a moment then smiled. "Our son is living the way he wants to live, and quite frankly I'm stunned I hadn't thought of doing whatever he's doing myself."

"You don't mean-" she said.

"No, Helen, I don't want to be as big as Troy wants to get, but I wouldn't mind gaining another forty-five pounds, or... why the hell not go for triple digits?"

Helen paused for a moment too. She knew what her brain was telling her: that what was unfolding in her household was absolutely insane. But... she did love her ever-increasing love handles, and the added weight did help her feel more confident. "Oh what the hell, I'm with you on this one, Terry."

Troy barely heard his parents' conversation. He was too fixated on the idea of his body expanding across miles and miles of land. He's waiting for that day. All he could do now is eat to get there.