"Ha ha ha, my, my, that didn't turn out as expected." He heard the voice of Bollen over his sobbing. He forced himself to stop as she continued to speak.
"I really just meant to turn you into a girl. Then I was going to fatten you, but not so large as this. I guess inside of you was a little fatty all along." She laughed again. Tom worked his jaw until he found a position where his chins didn't interfere with him speaking.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He said.
"Oh, it's simple. Everybody has two sets of genes encoded within them. One for if they turn out to be male, one if they turn out to be female. I just forced your body to switch sets. I guess if you had been female you would have looked just like this. This is quite ironic, isn't it? I was originally going to make you just twice my weight, a solid 450 pounds. But I think you've outdone the maximum I could do. You've got to be at least 900 pounds, maybe even a thousand. I'd bet you can't even stand up." She explained.
Tom makes a valiant effort to stand up. He attempts to raise his knees and bunch his legs; the fat shifts and quivers as he brings one knee up. Then he tries to bring up the other, but his leg fat got in the way of it. He wiggles his leg to move it farther to the side, and just barely managed to get it up. Now he's got his legs bunched, ready to push himself up if he can get his upper body above them. He tries to maneuver his arms into a working spot where he can push straight up. The pillows of soft fat underneath them won't let him. He looks around, and sees his weight bench. He slowly starts to reach up; his arms weigh almost 100 pounds each, the kind of weight he would curl as a man. Slowly he reaches up and gets a grip on the bench, and starts to pull himself into a sitting position. The effort begins to make him sweat, and the constant clenching and unclenching of (in this body) unused muscles made his fat jiggle and sway hypnotically.
He's now sitting up with his knees as close to his face as he can get them; his stomach and breasts, not to mention the sheer size of his legs prevent them from getting closer than two feet, and that's after using his free arm to push his stomach to the side and his breasts around his knees. He then reaches higher on the weight bench, to the actual bar, and manages to get both arms on it. He pulls, a mighty effort that threatens to drench him in sweat. He gets his massive legs under his fleshy body and pushes, actually managing to stand.
Bollen starts to clap. "I'm very impressed. I didn't think you could do that. I should reward you. But what should I do?"
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