Chapter 4 - Weigh it Forward Vol.4 Part-1

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. All actions performed are consensual role play.

Weigh It Forward Vol. 4, Part 1

“Please! You have to give me one more chance! This is my dream!”

“I’m sorry Carly but the numbers don’t lie. The chief editor pointed at their computer monitor. All of your segments are performing significantly lower than the other reporters and we just don’t have the budget to keep you on. It’s nothing personal. You can finish out the day but after that we are going to have to let you go.”

Carly could not believe what she was hearing. She had always loved the news and had wanted to be a reporter for years. Now only six months in, she was watching her dream job slip through her fingers. She made her way back to her tiny office and began packing her things. She was visited by fellow reporters who expressed their sympathy and shared words of encouragement. Grabbing her box of things Carly stood up to leave when suddenly, the door to her office was thrown wide open.
It was Ashley Bright. Carly’s good friend and a Field Cam Op for the station.

“Carly! Look at this!” She thrust her phone in Carly’s face. It was an advertisement for a game show that had recently begun filming in their area where contestants put their weight on the line for a chance at $10,000,000.

“Yeah I see it but what does it matter? Do you want me to try to compete since I don’t have a job anymore?” Carly said sarcastically.

“No, we should do an exclusive segment about the show! The show has gained a fairly large following and is very secretive about how everything works, especially those weird dice they use. We could set up an interview between you and the host! Imagine the acclaim we would get if we were able to uncover how those dice make people gain weight! The station would beg for you to come back!” Ashley shouted excitedly. “And the best part is we can shoot everything tonight. My girl Isabella works for the network PR department of the show and owes me a favor. They have even agreed to let us use their cameras to film so we don’t have to ask the chief for anything!”

Carly stared at Ashley with a look of gleeful shock before speaking. “Oh my god! Thank you so much! You really don’t have to do this for me.”

Ashley grinned. “Oh please, you’re the only person at this station that is actually fun to work with and if I get stuck working with the other self absorbed anchors all the time I’m going to lose my mind.”

Nightfall came and the girls headed to the LBS Gaming Campus. “Don’t you think it's a little weird that they have such a large campus for one show? Carly said to Ashley.

“Nah, they are probably just compensating for something. You know how corporate bigwigs are.”

They exchanged a laugh and made their way to the door. Ashley pressed the doorbell and spoke into the intercom.

“Hello. We are here to speak to Isabella.”

The doors buzzed and then opened. Isabella was standing in the entryway, ready to greet the girls.

“Ashley! It's been too long!” Isabella hugs Ashley and then turns to Carly. “And you must be Carly. We are excited to have you both! Please follow me and we can discuss how you all want to set up the interview.”

She leads the girls down a long series of hallways until they reach the set where the game show is filmed. They make their way onto the set to see lights and cameras already in place. In the center of the three ringed stage are two chairs and the game table they use for the game.

“Wow! This is great! Thanks again for the help Isabella!” Ashley said, taking the whole stage in.

“It's no trouble. The Host will be joining us soon. Carly, make yourself comfortable on stage and we’ll get the lights positioned while we wait.”

Carly took her seat on the stage. She was filled with a nervous excitement. This was the biggest break in her career as a reporter and was surely going to save her job. Isabella turned to Ashley.

“So I was thinking, what if while Carly is doing the interview, I take Ashley on a tour of the facility? You all can use it as B roll for your segment.”

“Sure that would be fine with me, I just need to borrow some equipment.” Ashley replied.

“Wonderful! Well let's not waste any time.” Isabella says as she leads Ashley out of the set with a camera. Carly is alone with the set crew for about five minutes before another figure enters the set. The figure sits in the seat across from Carly and begins to speak.

“Hello! I am the Host of Weigh it Forward. Isabella has told me you’d like to interview me about my show.” The Host pulls a small bag out of their pocket and sets it on the table between them.
“Those must be the dice.” Carly thought to herself. “Yes thank you so much for giving our station this exclusive interview. I have lots of interesting questions that I'm sure our viewers are dying to know” she replies, pulling a small notepad from her bag.

The interview starts as any television interview does, with Carly introducing herself and the host. She then proceeds to ask them about how they started the show and some of the daily tasks of running the show. After about fifteen minutes, Carly feels like she has built up enough rapport with the host to begin asking some of the more hot button questions she wanted to ask.

“So on the show, we have seen some contestants grow to massive sizes. Is the weight they gain real or is it just effects for the show?” she asks.

“The weight contestants gain while competing on my show is very real. No special effects are used during filming.” the Host replied, sensing that the interview had moved into a more inquisitorial stage.

“Wow, that's very interesting! How are you able to make the contestants gain weight almost instantly?”

The host grinned, picked up the bag setting on the table and emptied it. Two D4 dice fall onto its surface. “It's all thanks to these dice.” the host replied. “Whatever number the contestant rolls, the dice add to the contestants waistline.”

Carly had finally come to the segment of the interview that was going to make it all worth it. She had to uncover what gave the dice their strange abilities.

“So how do those dice cause people to gain weight? Is it a super advanced technology that affects the fat composition of the contestants or something else? Our viewers are voracious for the answer.”

The Host picks up the dice from the table and begins to fumble them between their fingers. “Well I could tell you, but you wouldn’t believe me anyway.” the Host replied dodging the question.

“Come on, you have to tell us something.” Carly replied. She was determined to get something out of them about these dice.

The host looked at the dice in their hand before replying. “If you are so interested in how the dice work you should try them out. You could give a first hand account of how they do their ‘Magic’. The host leaned over and sat the dice down on the table in front of Carly.

She stared at the dice, a little surprised at the host's suggestion. She had never considered that she might get a chance to use the dice. She reached a hand out to pick the dice up but hesitated a moment. She didn’t really want to gain any weight but this could be the only way for her to uncover how the dice truly work. She picks the dice up and looks at them in her hand, looking for anything that might reveal how they truly function. Finding nothing abnormal about the dice, she begins to shake them around in her hand.

“Ok then, I guess I’ll give them a roll.” It’s only a few pounds anyway” she said, releasing the dice. She watched as they hit the top of the game table and then rolled to a stop. Six pounds. Barely noticeable on Carly’s frame. She hadn’t noticed anything happening when the dice landed and was beginning to get annoyed.

“That’s it? Nothing happened?” she said. “Why did you agree to let me use them if you knew nothing was going to happen?

The Host sat silently in the chair. They pointed to a screen that had risen from the floor. It was displaying Carly’s current weight of 169lbs, six pounds heavier than before she had thrown the dice.

“This has been a complete waste of time!” she thought to herself. “They are trying to convince me with this screen that the dice have some kind of special powers! I can’t believe I actually wanted to interview these people! It's all smoke and mirrors!” That's when she noticed something alarming. The dice on the table began to move on their own
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The dice landed on five. This time Carly noticed that her slacks did feel the slightest bit tighter.

“Hey, how did you do that?” she asked the host who had still not spoken a word since she had made her first dice roll. The dice rolled themselves again. Carly’s slacks got tighter again.

“Ok im convinced that the dice work you can stop now.” she said, alarmed. The dice rolled twice more. Carly now weighed 186lbs and was certain she was getting fatter.

The host finally broke their silence.

“Interesting. It seems the dice think you are competing on the show. They can be quite unpredictable sometimes.”

Carly looked at the host attempting to comprehend what they had just said.

“THEY think I'm competing? What do you mean THEY???” She was interrupted by the dice rolling once more, landing on double twos and increasing to D6s.
“Sometimes they get confused when we use them on set. We are still working on it.” replied the host, confusing Carly even more.

Two more dice rolls and Carly is pushed over 200lbs. Her slacks have begun to pull us at the ankles as the fat accumulates around her belly and thighs.Small gaps were forming between the buttons on her dress shirt as well.

“How many more times are those dice going to roll!” she yelled, looking over her newly formed curves.

“On the show, contestants compete for forty rounds and the dice have rolled about ten times so I’d say you have about thirty more to go.” the host replied.”

“THIRTY ROUNDS!!!! I’m already starting to come out of my clothes! I’ll burst right out of them if this continues any longer! Can’t you just grab the dice and stop them?” she replied, her eyes shifting to the dice on the table.

“Unfortunately no, we had someone attempt to interfere with the dice in the past and the results were, “explosive”.

The dice rolled themselves five more times. The chair she was sitting in was creaking under her new weight of 267lbs. Her belly had pushed her tucked in shirt out of the waistband of her slacks and the buttons were reaching the point of critical failure.

“While we are here, we might as well continue the interview.” the host said sitting back in their chair, completely nonchalant about Carly rapidly becoming fatter.

She had completely forgotten about the interview. What was the point now anyway. She was fatter than any reporter she had ever seen. The dice rolled thrice more, landing her right at 300lbs. Her button down shirt had now split down the middle, revealing her bra that was hopelessly stretched by her large breasts. The button on her slacks had also given way, allowing her new rolls of fat to spill out onto her lap. She also began to notice that she was starting to lower out of the shot as her chair was being pushed down by her weight.

“I think we can call it on the interview.” Carly said passive aggressively. She stood up from her chair and began to walk down off the stage.

“Alright then it was nice meeting you. I hope you got everything you wanted out of this interview.” the host said with a grin.

She was having a bit of difficulty maneuvering her obese body. As she turned to leave, a large rip tore its way up the back of her slacks, highlighting how large her ass was growing. Even as she was walking away, the dice continued to roll.
Four more rolls, with the final roll being double fives, increasing the dice to 2D10’s. With every step,Carly’s body grew heavier. By the time she had reached the set door she was 352lbs. Her slacks had burst at the waistband, leaving her bottom half exposed, save for her panties that had been stretched to the limit and buried under her large rolls of fat. Her growing arms began to test the limits of the sleeves on her shirt. Her massive breasts were spilling out of every part of her bra.

“Maybe if I get out of here the dice will stop working” she thought to herself as she continued to walk forward.

She entered the hallway and looked around. She did not remember the way out. The hallway stretched for an immense distance in both directions. She looked both ways and decided to head to the right, hoping that was the way Isabella had led them in. As the dice continued to roll, her walk was reduced to more of a waddle. She was now 408lbs and now had to accommodate the shifting of her thighs and ass. Having swelled together, her thighs now caused her to have to move her hips side to side to continue forward.

She progressed further and further down the hallway. Her massive body jiggling at the slightest movement. She reached the end of the hallway and rounded the corner. She could now see the exit door.

“Ok, only a little bit to go.” she said, breathing a sigh of relief.

The dice continued to push her weight higher and higher. Her arms burst free from the sleeves of her shirt and her bra had completely blown apart. Her panties were still tightly gripping her hips, cutting deep into her fat.

Step by heavy step she made her way closer to the door. The dice landed on doubles again, determined to add as much weight to her frame as possible before they had run their course. She had now eclipsed the 500lbs mark. She can feel the weight being added to her already massive body as she closes the last few feet between herself and the exit doors. She reaches the exit doors and throws them open.

“I made it!” she screamed triumphantly.

She took a moment to process everything that had just happened. She turned her attention to her now massively obese body.

“Oh my god, Im so fucking fat. What am I going to do now?” She grabbed her huge breasts and held them up, their weight spilling through her fingers. “I don’t even know if they make clothes this big!”

She made her way to her car as fast as her 568lbs body would let her. She opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. As soon as she hit the seat she heard a soft ‘snap’ which was the sound of her panties finally being stretched to the limit and bursting under her huge ass. Her belly was touching the steering wheel and her breasts had been pushed up into her chin. She leaned out to close the door only to find that her hips were hanging in the way. She picked up her flabby hip and threw the door shut. She put the car in gear and began to speed away before slamming the breaks and sliding to a stop.

“Oh Shit! I forgot about Ashley!”