Hey! Let me go! I don't want to be your toy!
"Yes you will. You have a perfect body for my experiment" I injected a chemical to him.
No! Let me go, I'm not your lab rat!
You should be thankful, you will get a new body. Cute and puffy just like mine!
I hate fat people, why would I ever want to be one! This is against my will, you sick fuck!
"Great! I love to make people who hates fat people fat. Look, your body is starting to pack on some pounds!"
Daniel moaned as the fat started filling him up, and his belly began to protrude further with each breath. His chest stretched tight against his shirt, making it harder for him to breathe. He tried to struggle again, but was too weak from the chemicals coursing through his veins. "No! This is wrong!" he gasped out between moans of pleasure and frustration. Tears stung at his eyes as his body betrayed him, giving in to the weight gain and forcing him to accept this unwanted transformation.
He could feel his muscles give way to the spreading fat, making him weaker by the second. "I hate you! This isn't right!" He writhed and squirmed on the table, moaning in pleasure and pain as his body transformed against his will. His mind screamed for this nightmare to end, but with each passing moment, it seemed more impossible than ever before. "Please... stop..." he managed to choke out between gasps of air and wails of despair.
"you became so fat! your shirts are about to give"
Daniel's pleas went unheeded as his body continued to balloon out of control. The fabric of his shirt stretched taut across his distended stomach, threatening to tear at any moment. His chest heaved with each laborious breath, making it nearly impossible for him to speak coherently. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks as he struggled against the inevitable fate that awaited him.
He could feel every pound of fat settle into place, redistributing itself throughout his body. It felt so wrong; so alien. His mind rebelled against the change even as his physical self gave in to the pleasure coursing through him with each new gain. "Nnnngh!" he moaned, throwing his head back as a particularly sharp twinge shot through his inflating gut.
He didn't know how much longer he could take it. The
"your face is getting chubby too" I fondled his cheek.
Grabbing her hand and trying to push it away, he glares at the smiling scientist with a mix of hate and desperation. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, his voice sounding unfamiliar even to him. "Let me go..." But he knows deep down that she won't stop until she's transformed him completely into her twisted image of what a perfect body should look like. And as the fat continues to fill every crevice and nook in his once-lean form, he wonders if this will ever end... or if it even matters anymore.