Chapter 3 - Weigh It Forward Vol. 3

A series of stories about a game show, run by the LBS Gaming Co, called Weight It Forward. Contains explicit fat fetish and immobility themes. All characters appearing in this work are of 18 years of age or older and fictional. Any resemblance to a real person living or dead is purely coincidental.

Weight It Forward Vol. 3

“Thursday afternoon, only one more day.” Wendy thought to herself sitting silently at her desk.

Within the IRS Auditors office, the only sounds that could be heard were the shuffling of papers and the clicking of keyboards. It wasn’t exactly an exciting job but it paid well enough for Wendy to keep a roof over her head. She had just begun finishing up her last audit of the day when she heard the chime of an email coming in.

“Really? Come on, it's almost five.” Wendy said with frustration. The only time she ever received emails was when she was being assigned to a new case.

She begrudgingly opened the email. She had been instructed to investigate the financial records of the Lbs Gaming Company and see if they had committed any forms of tax evasion. The company was able to hand out absurdly large sums of money to contestants on its game shows with seemingly no explanation as to where the money was coming from.

“Great, another corporate audit. There goes my easy friday.”

The next day Wendy headed to the corporate campus of the Lbs Gaming Company. She approached a large warehouse style building and rang the doorbell. A crackle came through the intercom.
“Can I help you?” the nameless voice spoke.

“Hello, My name is Wendy Fallnix and I'm an auditor with the IRS. I need to come inside and look over some financial documents if you have a moment.”

There was a short pause followed by a buzz. The double door Wendy was standing in front of opened. “Please come in. We’ll send someone to meet you.” the voice replied. Wendy stepped inside and the doors shut behind her.

After a moment, Wendy was greeted by an average sized lady wearing an Lbs Gaming Co. uniform.

“Hello, I'm Abigail, the head of the Lbs accounting department. Please follow me downstairs and I'll take you to the filing rooms.”

Wendy followed the lady down a staircase and through another set of double doors. They emerged into a hallway with doors on each side. They walked for what felt like an eternity, taking multiple turns into what seemed like an endless system of hallways. Finally they arrived in front of a door labeled accounting.

Abigail opened the door revealing a room with its walls lined floor to ceiling with filing cabinets and a desk sitting in the middle of the room. Wendy stared at the cabinets in disbelief. This was going to take her ages to get through.

“If you don’t need anything else I’ll leave you to it.” Abigail said before exiting the room.

Wendy made her way to the first cabinet and pulled out the files. She slammed the files down and sat in the chair. As she put her full weight into the chair something strange happened. The digital clock that was sitting on the desk glitched and then turned off. Moments later it blinked back to life only this time it no longer displayed the time. The clock now displayed the Numbers 195 followed by the letters lbs. Wendy stared at the clock for a moment not believing what her eyes had just seen.

“Did that clock just take my weight?” Wendy wondered to herself. She tried to put the strange occurrence out of her mind as she had a massive amount of paperwork to go through.

She worked swiftly and diligently, managing to work her way through about a quarter of the files in two hours. Having finished the stack of files she was working on, she stands from the desk to grab another. However when she returns to the desk, there is a small bag now sitting on top.

“Was that there the whole time? What the hell is going on in this place?” She decided to ignore the bag, not wanting to throw off her pace and continued to sort through the piles of documents.

At the five hour mark Wendy’s resolve was beginning to fade. She stood up in the room and did some stretches. “God, I'm so bored.How much longer is this going to take?”

Wendy’s attention turned once again to the small bag that was sitting on the table. It had now emptied its contents revealing 2D4 dice. Wendy picked up the dice and rolled them around in her hand. “Why are they keeping a tiny little bag of dice in the filing room?” Wendy wondered to herself.

Wendy began to shake the dice as a fun idea popped into her mind. “Ok now if these dice come up as snake eyes I'll leave right now and tell my boss everything was fine.”

She released the dice onto the table. Both dice rolled off of the table top into the floor with one dice displaying a three and the other a two. “Oh well, back to it then” she said as she returned to the documents sitting on the desk. She was unaware of the mistake she had just made as the dice began to slowly roll themselves on the floor.

As she continued to work she noticed the clock began to change again. This time the numbers started to ascend from 195lbs. Wendy paid it no mind however, guessing that it was probably just malfunctioning. She was also beginning to notice that the skirt she was wearing was getting slightly tighter. Wendy figured she was just bloating slightly and ignored it.

Another hour of monotonous analysis had passed. Wendy’s skirt just continued to get tighter. It began cutting into her now soft middle, leaving two distinct rolls along the waistband.
The dice continued to roll unannounced to Wendy, growing her even faster as they had now transformed into 2D8s.

Wendy was lost in her analysis of the documents as the dice continued their assault on her figure. Suddenly her skirt rolled itself down, being pushed under the developing roll of fat on her belly.

“What the fuck?” Wendy said as she noticed her stomach was now exposed. She quickly realized something wasn’t right as she was now significantly fatter all over her body. Her breasts were now parting the buttons on her blazer and her hips were pressing against the armrests of the chair.

“Holy Shit! Am I gaining weight!” she screamed as she glanced back at the clock. It now displayed 275lbs. “I've gotta get out of here! She puts both hands on the armrests of the chair and attempts to push up, only to discover she had been cemented to the chair by her ever widening hips. The dice continued to roll, adding more and more fat to every part of her body. Sitting at 303lbs her large belly was now pushing against the table. Her breasts explode from her blazer, showering buttons across the room . Her massive ass had begun to pull her skirt up her thighs to the point it more resembles panties than a skirt.

Wendy could only watch in horror as the clock continued to climb higher. 330,359,373. At 395lbs she had fully burst out of her blazer. The former skirt was pulled so tight it was basically a thong, disappearing between her massive ass cheeks. Her belly had started to hang slightly forward off the front of the chair and her ample hips had begun bending the armrests of the chair out.

Wendy watches the clock tick over the 400lb mark when she hears a knock on the door. The door opens and Abigail steps in.

“Hey, I just wanted to see how everything was going.” she says before gasping at the sight of Wendy. “Oh my god what happened to you!” she screamed.

Then she noticed the dice rolling themselves slowly on the floor. The dice land on double Sevens and morph into 2D16. Abigail sees the weight being added to Wendy’s body with each roll. She quickly reaches down and attempts to grab the dice but is thrown backwards and hit with what looked like a red lightning bolt. She gets back to her feet and regains her composure. Suddenly her body begins to expand. She was also gaining weight but at a much faster rate than Wendy. She looked as if she had gained thirty pounds in about ten seconds.

“Oh no, we need the host!” she screams before running out the door.

Wendy was again left alone with the dice as they surged on. About ten minutes pass before she hits the 500lb mark. The chair is beginning to creak and strain under Wendy’s obese body. Her skirt finally gave in with a loud ‘POP’ leaving her completely naked. Another ten minutes pass and Wendy’s thighs push the armrests flat, finally freeing her from the chair. She is able to struggle to her feet. She now weighed 569lbs and was barely able to stand. She leaned on the table for support a second before attempting to make her escape. She waddled towards the door, carefully to avoid the dice after seeing what happened to Abigail. She makes it to the door and pauses for a minute to regain her balance before stepping into the frame.

Much like the chair, Wendy’s extra wide hips were touching both sides of the door frame. She pushed as hard as she could but was not able to squeeze them through. She was now stuck in the doorframe with her body only growing fatter. The frame began to dig deeper and deeper into her thighs as the dice had once again picked up the pace.

Over the next thirty minutes Wendy could only guess how much weight she was gaining. The fat on her arms had now begun to touch the door frame as well and her belly was solidly on the ground. Her breasts were resting on her belly, slightly obstructing her view. Finally the dice had stopped.

“Oh my god I'm so fat!” she shouted with a little difficulty as her cheeks were now quite large and being pushed up by her breast. “How the hell am I going to get out of here!”

It was about an hour before Wendy heard footsteps coming her way. A tall mysterious figure steps into her vision.

“Hello, I am the host and I believe you may have found something of mine.” The Host snaps their fingers and the small bag of dice wizz past Wendy’s head into their waiting hand.

“Sorry, sometimes these things have a mind of their own” the host says nonchalantly. “Don’t you worry though! This is the best place in the world for people like you! Now let's get you into your very own room.”

The host calls some of the company staff to help move Wendy into her room. They have to remove half of the wall just to get her hips and ass free. They place her jiggly body onto a massive cart and begin to push her to her room. As she rounded a corner the cart came to a stop. There in the middle of the hallway was Abigail.
She was truly gargantuan. The dice had really gone all out with her. Her ass was touching both sides of the hallway and pushing her up as the fat had nowhere else to go. Her breasts were each the size of beach balls and fully obstructed her view. Her belly was massive, extending at least ten feet in front of her. The fat on her arms had completely enclosed her hands leaving them looking like over stuffed sausages.

“Abigail! Is that you?!?” Wendy shouted.

“Mmmhm mh mmh Mmhm Mm” she replied as her cheeks had completely pushed her lips into a pout.

The staff managed to move Abigail out of the hallway and proceeded to take Wendy to her new room. She was moved to the middle where her weight was taken, revealing that she now weighed 766lbs. The staff then proceeded to secure a Wendy into the feeding system and switch it on. Her stomach bulged outward as a massive amount of food was pumped into her already swollen body. The hub's feeding system had been recalibrated to ensure that guests retain maximum fullness at all times. It was a little uncomfortable at first but over time Wendy started to like the feeling of being completely stuffed.

The host was able to contact the IRS as Wendy and explain that the investigation had uncovered no evidence of tax evasion and that Wendy was resigning effective immediately to follow her dream of being a food critic. Lbs gaming is currently looking to hire a new accountant as the former one is currently the size of a small bedroom.