Chapter 2 - part 2

I sat on the bed and once again explored my enormous new body. My upper arms were a bulging 22" before, but now they must be at least 25". My massive pecs had ballooned out and had a very round, ponderous shape. But I could take my mind off my huge, inflated stomach. It was immense. My taut, 34" waist had expanded massively out to what must be at least 80". I was one of the fattest people I had ever seen. I imagined myself waddling down the supermarket aisle with a trolley brimming over with food, going home and gorging myself until I was too fat to move. I drifted off into a reverie, thinking about my new life as a giant lard balloon.

She seemed to be gone an awful long time. I ambled over to the door and found it was locked. Probably just a security measure, with the confidential nature of the machine. I waddled back over to the platform and lay down again. I couldn't believe how much my gut stuck up into the air. It was soft and a bit wobbly, but reasonably firm. It didn't sag down much when I walked and it protruded up in bed like a huge beach ball.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep...

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A long, long time later (it felt like days), I blearily opened my eyes. It felt as though there was an elephant sitting on me. The huge bump of my belly had grown to a preposterous size. My gut now stuck up in the air by about five feet! I ran my hands over as much of it as I could reach. It was definitely all me. A tugging sensation in my arm revealed that the cannula was attached. Jane! I tried to sit up, but it was hopeless. I was gigantic. After much struggling, I was able to use my considerable muscle power to roll myself sideways off the platform and onto the floor. My huge belly rested on the floor, but my hands and feel were held up off the floor by the sheer volume of my immense stomach. I flapped my arms and legs uselessly for a while, before reaching up against the machine and, with an almighty shove, rolling myself upright. My feet were on the ground, and so was my gut. I turned my head to the side and had a look in the mirror. It was a mind-blowing sight. I looked like the Goodyear blimp. I was the biggest thing on two legs. With a Herculean effort, I thrust my massive legs and leaned back for all I was worth. I succeeded in lifting my colossal belly off the floor and I turned and dumped it onto the weighing platform. The screen showed 765lbs! That was my stomach alone. I estimated that my total weight must now be about 1200lbs. I had put on over 600lbs of fat overnight! I couldn't believe she had tricked me like this. I was enjoying getting fat, but this was too much. I must be the fattest man in the world now. I didn't want to admit defeat, so I had a go at walking. I hauled my gargantuan belly off the platform and slowly turned around in a series of shuffling steps. I was facing the mirror now. My belly seemed to start under my armpits and it pushed my incredible boobs up under my chin. I flared out to about 5 feet wide in the middle. My colossal legs were held apart for balance and also because they were too damn big to get together. I took a pace forward. My giant gut slowly swung slightly to one side. It was hanging down to about knee level now, so I had to force my legs into the soft, swollen airship in front of me with each step. Another step. And another. I could still walk at least. I moved with glacial slowness towards the mirror, like a cruise liner leaving port. I was a giant, bulging mass of flesh and I felt amazing! The thought that I was now bigger than everyone else in the world was sheer joy.

I spent the rest of the day heaving my gigantic body up and down the room, getting used to my vast new size and learning to balance with my massive stomach jutting out in front.

Jane returned to the room in the evening and she was delighted at the stupendous amount of weight I had put on. My anger with her for tricking me into becoming so vast had dissolved during the day and given way to excitement at becoming so world-beatingly obese.

"We've done it!", I exclaimed. I'm the fattest man in the world.

"Yes, it's amazing. I didn't know it would work so well. You really are spectacularly fat, and yet still able to walk". She patted my elephantine stomach proudly. "Yes, one more dose ought to do it".

"Er, sorry? Another dose?"

"Yes. I want you to be the fattest of all time. 2,000lbs would be a good target."

My mind boggled at the thought. Two thousand? "I'll be the size of a planet! Surely I'll be completely immobile at that weight?".

"We will have to muscle you up a bit more", she mused.

"Even if I can still somehow get up and move, I won't be able to do anything".

"We'll you can't really do anything now. Seeing as you're already as fat as a whale, you might as well go for it."

She had a point. But I was concerned about not being able to walk anymore. Being vastly obese was something I was loving and the idea of getting bigger and bigger thrilled me. Imagine being 2,000lbs! Other people would be so small and puny next to my galactic bulk.

"We'll get the tech department to create a trolley device to support your belly. You should still be able to move".

"Let's do it!". My heart was racing at the thought of how it would feel waking up the next morning being a monstrous 800lbs heavier than my currently enormous size.

I shuffled heavily over to the platform and rolled my titanically fat form onto it. Jane informed me that I weighed a colossal 1268lbs. God, I was excited and worried and massively turned on. She attached and extra thick tube to the machine and inserted the cannula into my huge arm. She dialled the machine up to maximum and hit the button. The machine throbbed and started to pump gallons and gallons of serum into my bloated body. Already I could feel myself beginning to swell. My basketball-sized boobs slowly widened, my airship-sized midriff rose higher and i could feel my legs getting pushed further apart as i expanded. The sedative in the mixture took effect and I passed into unconsciousness.

* * * * *

Awake. I hardly dared to open my eyes. I moved a single finger. It felt very fat and pudgy. I could feel the insides of my arms resting against my sides. My arms were almost horizontal, propped out by what must be my absolutely breath-taking girth. I was an a semi-recumbent position, with some kind of support against my back. My head was supported from behind by a huge mound of fat. It was a strange sensation. I opened my eyes. My mind rushed into a frenzy of excitement, bewilderment, astonishment, fear and disbelief. All I could see was two huge beachballs of fat pushed up under my chin, and beyond them, the vast, achingly slow curve of my body. I looked up and saw myself in a ceiling mirror. (Was that there before?). I was essentially a staggeringly enormous, slightly flattened sphere of fat, about eight feet across. I lay there with my head almost engulfed by boobs at the top and my little feet poking out at the bottom. I wriggled my legs as best I could, but my feet encountered only air. Nothing to do now but lay here like a beached and extremely fat whale until Jane got here. I just stared at my reflection and tried to take it in. I didn't know what I weighed now, but I was clearly vastly bigger than anyone had ever been. I was much bigger and fatter than I had imagined. I was wider than the weighing platform. I looked an awful lot bigger than 2,000lbs.

Jane came in and her eyes boggled in astonishment. I lay there as a vast, helpless balloon, my feet kicking uselessly in the air. I turned my head as best I could, but my massive boobs and bulging shoulders almost obscured my view.

"What do I weigh? What do I weigh?". I was impatient to know.

Jane just stood with her mouth hanging open, staring at the incredible scene.

"Come on, tell me!"

She cleared her throat. "Um... It says 8,890lbs".

"WHAT?!". I knew I had gained more than 1,000lbs, but my god! I was now over 4 tons. "This wasn't the agreement! Look at me! I can't move. There's no way I'm going to go anywhere now without an industrial crane and a low-loader. Why have you done this to me? I wanted to get big, but this is just...".

I stayed in the room for the next few days, trapped inside my own blubber. Jane appeared to be organising something, but she mainly left me to consider my life as a preposterous freak of nature.

Eventually the requisite heavy lifting gear and transportation was obtained and I was moved to a huge aircraft hanger. In the corner was a massive steel cylinder, about ten times the size of the one in the growing room. This was ominous.

I was rolled off the low loader and left in the centre of the hangar. Fat and enormous, I was unable to leave. Jane dragged a large plastic hose from the cylinder across the hangar towards me. She began inserting the cannula into me.

"No, stop! What are you doing?". I was helpless to prevent it.

She walked calmly back to the machine and switched it on.

"Nooooo!" I knew my fate. I was destined to be pumped up bigger and bigger as Jane saw fit. There was nothing I could do.

I awoke a couple of days later. My head was a lot nearer to the ceiling. I had been ballooned up to a sphere about 20ft in circumference. My bones seemed to have disappeared. I was just a head, two very fat little hands, two helpless little feet and an enormous globe of fat. The same pattern was repeated over the next few weeks. I got bigger and bigger and bigger. My size and weight no longer had any meaning and I gradually began to fill the entire hangar.

I never did understand Jane's obsession with making me super sized.

She brought a number of journalists to visit me. They used a fire crane to raise them up to my eye level. One of them asked me what it was like weighing over ten thousand tons. Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? A million? It was just white noise to me now....