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Slightly Overboard (Commission for Teddypimm)
🕑 Added 2020-11-12 14:54:14 +0000 UTCTAGS: Weight Gain, Hyper, Growth, Macro, Planet Macro
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Ever since the “fiasco” hit the news, Teddy’s life had been turned upside down and inside out, especially after the company decided that, for everyone’s sake, they should take responsibility for their slight marketing mistake and recall the product that had helped create the world’s first house-sized hyper; the sheer amount of money owed to everyone whose property was damaged alone would be enough to make any corporate lawyer fall over from shock, and that wasn’t even getting into the government investigations that would ensue. Thus, Rivtech was banking on Teddy’s cooperation to get them through this dark time in their history, hoping that whatever information they could glean from his body could be used to do… something, it was unclear what, that would allow them to weather the storm, perhaps even a completely safe alternative to the growth solution that didn’t have the potential to overload its user and create something like the croc.
Teddy, meanwhile, was perfectly happy the way he was; with his size goals achieved and then some, him being offered a full position at Rivtech as a test subject was honestly the best thing that could’ve happened to him, given that, at his size, it was unlikely he’d be allowed back into the office any time soon. Even better, they promised him that all he’d have to do would be to eat; eat and eat to his heart’s content, to see how far he could go before his body started to kick up a fuss about it, and to him, that was the still-living equivalent of finding Valhalla. Now, moving him was a completely different matter altogether; the croc was slightly too large to heave his frame across large distances without completely breaking down from the strain, thus forcing the company to send a small fleet of trucks before realizing that something larger would be needed. The Board of Directors considered using the same sort of heavy-scale machinery used to transport space shuttles onto the launch pad, before settling for a large squadron of helicopters, several square yards of extra-thick tarp, and a heaping dose of prayer. The sight of Teddy’s body being hefted into the heavens was quite something to behold, as was him waving down at his now-former neighbours while vanishing off into the distance.
He was taken to an off-site location owned by Rivtech, supposedly used for “large-scale testing” of less-than-public contracts, one that had been hastily converted to service Teddy and his unique needs. Multiple warehouses filled with food had been prepared in advance, with a delivery system that looked suspiciously like a plus-sized mouth gag hooked to a large pumping machine ready to give him the meal of a lifetime. Honestly, the only way it could get any better would be if the whole thing was designed to feed him a delicious nutrient slurry; then he could live out his fantasies of truly becoming a gluttonous blob, stuck atop a colossal belly that dwarfed everything in existence while it gained inch after inch, yard after yard with each mouthful of the fattening substance… though, for the time being, he figured that just having regular food thrown down his gullet would suffice, especially in such large quantities!
The first experiment took no time at all to be set up, and Teddy was already getting the mask fixed to his face a mere hour after first arriving on the complex; to be fair, he had spent a few days outdoors over the remains of his house, so it wasn’t altogether strange that Rivtech already had the whole thing prepared. What was strange was how much everyone seemed to be on edge when talking to him, or even walking near him at all; it was as if they all expected him to explode at any moment, though given what had happened to land him there in the first place, that wasn’t too far off from reality. With everything ready and in place, Teddy was asked to get comfortable, leaning back against a large, concrete wall prepared exactly for that experiment; it had a series of height measurements painted onto it, and given how it was about once and a half again his height, the croc could tell the company was expecting big results from him. All the better then; it just meant he could gorge himself to his heart’s content!
With an order from the lead researcher, the machines were set into motion. While it wasn’t the undifferentiated slurry of his dreams, the sudden influx of various foodstuffs, from pre-prepared meals to raw feedstock and everything in between, was powerful enough that Teddy felt his cheeks bulge out, unable to swallow it all down. The tiny members of staff around him all looked up expectantly, waiting for any excuse to put an end to that madness, but unfortunately for them this was only a transitory state; as soon as the croc got around the new feeding rhythm, he was eagerly swallowing truly colossal quantities of mass, his eyes half-lidded as he allowed muscle memory to take over. He wasn’t even chewing at that point; the strength of the vacuum pump was such that everything going into him was already half-shredded, and given how massive he was in comparison to his continuous stream of meals, it didn’t even come close to tripping his gag reflex.
The results… were immediate. Not only did his belly begin to noticeably swell, but the rest of his body was soon to follow too; it would appear that the overdose of weight gaining agent had left a permanent scar on his physiology, allowing it to replicate the process that once required a hefty dose of chemicals to take place. Even better, he wasn’t actually spilling out in every direction like the last time; rather, his proportions remained identical, save for a little extra bloating around the belly, slowly forcing his body outwards in every direction as his back crept up the concrete slab and blew through every milestone. The crew assembled on-site had hoped for him to maybe grow a couple of feet, at best reach the top part of the wall if his body was really responsive… but it was quickly becoming clear that, contrary to their expectations, the croc had fully absorbed and replicated the effects of the serum that had made him the giant that he was, and with each mouthful that he eagerly devoured, he took up significantly more room on the empty space between the warehouses.
Screaming was heard, and the machinery sputtered into lifelessness. Teddy, being Teddy, was mostly concerned about eating, so he kept on moving his jaw until he suddenly noticed that he was biting at nothing but air; what had happened? Where had the food gone? Did he actually manage to eat through the whole supply and now they had to fetch more? Goodness gracious, he hoped that was the case… but no, now he had some random person walk up to him and introduce himself as someone or other who happened to be in charge of the project; the crocodile didn’t really catch much beyond the many repetitions of the word “size” and something about how he was not acting the way they were expecting him to. Surely they couldn’t have expected anything less; after all, he had drank a small crate of their fattening solution and grew big enough to burst out from his house and flatten at least two more, so why exactly were they so stunned and terrified that he had completely destroyed the concrete wall as well?
From his position up top, only one thing really stuck out to Teddy amidst the endless stream of scientific-sounding mumbo-jumbo being spouted by that man: that they were stopping his feeding for the time being. He wanted to protest, maybe even thrash around for a bit and demand to be given more food, but seeing as he was now so enormous that even an industrial crane would have trouble lifting one of his legs, and his belly alone would be able to hold his old house inside of it a couple of times over with room to spare, all he could manage was a helpless wiggle before giving up. Maybe, he thought to himself, if he behaved and didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, they would give him more food! At least that was the plan; if it turned out not to be the case, then some improvisation would certainly be in order.
He was moved a couple of hours later by way of a gigantic, tracked platform, with the process of lifting him onto it taking most of the rest of the day. By dinnertime, he was being dumped inside of an old, repurposed blimp hangar and told that he should expect something new by morning; his questions on when he would be fed were either deliberately ignored, or everyone’s brain collectively decided not to hear him, for the sake of their sanity. Indeed, Teddy himself knew that he didn’t need to eat, per se, not with the sort of feast he’d had earlier… but he wanted to. One of the dreadful consequences of having become so large was that he felt constantly, interminably ravenous, his mind demanding that he feed himself until he could no longer even physically shove anything down his gullet. It was wholly unnecessary, and would most likely result in the sort of growth spurt that would flatten that whole compound, but he wasn’t in charge anymore; his hunger was.
At least he tried. Not hard, but he did; as the staff began to trickle out, leaving only a skeleton crew to take care of his needs before they headed off to a nearby dormitory, Teddy attempted to tell himself that he didn’t need to eat anymore that night. He attempted to convince himself that it wasn’t required, he could go a few hours without scarfing down on something, and he wouldn’t have to worry; after all, the company was paying for his bills, so surely they wouldn’t let him starve, and at a size like that, every meal would be a wonderfully oversized one! But try as he might, he couldn’t silence the tiny voice telling him that he was making a huge mistake, that Rivtech was just taking advantage of him and would be ready to dump him at the first sign that things weren’t going their way, or worse: that they were trying to find a way to reverse the changes he’d wrought upon himself.
That much, to Teddy, was utterly unthinkable. Corporate greed was one thing, he could live with that, but taking away that amazing body he gained through completely legitimate and not at all unsafe means? Even as a completely imaginary, unfounded threat created purely out of his own paranoia it was too much to bear! In fact, if Rivtech was so inclined to take advantage of him and his fat ass, then it was only fair that he return the favor, even if he knew he had no clue what their ulterior motive was; the hunger and the desire to consume had taken over his thought process, eliminated any critical thinking skills that might’ve been left after the ascension feast, and let him know that there was only one way forward: the food storage warehouses.
Once he got there, it would be over. As long as he could find food to stuff into his face, he wouldn’t stop. As long as he had food to stuff into his face, he wouldn’t stop. Warehouse after warehouse, pound after pound, everything that the company had brought to “test” him would instead be used to fuel the flames of his glorious growth, until even the whole testing grounds seemed pathetically tiny compared to himself; in fact, if he could get away with it, he’d go so far as to completely smush that place underneath him! With a single asscheek if he had to! Yes, that would do it, that would show them trying to take his body away from him!
Now, getting up from his sitting position was slightly more complicated than he had anticipated, given that his new body was simply not made for moving of its own accord, but what he found worked was, surprisingly enough, rolling onto his side and then making good use of how rotund he was to drag himself across the length of the warehouse by way of… continuing to roll. It was highly undignified, and the croc could only hope there weren’t any recordings of him floating about in some security camera terminal half a mile away, but it would soon be over and done with; it would soon be replaced by the heavenly sight of his immense belly bursting through the large doors, scaring the few guards that had been stationed outside, soon replaced by an unaccountably peckish Teddy dragging his fat self over to the nearest food storage warehouse. He had seen the interiors, even if just in glimpses, he knew how much the company had stored in there; and if what they had given him that afternoon had just been a taste, a preliminary test to establish a baseline for what was to come, then surely whatever was packed away, ready to be eaten, would put his latest growth spurt to shame.
To that end, he resolved to do something special, even if he had no clue if it was even possible: rather than savour each mouthful, he would devour it as quickly as he could. Rather than taking the time to fill up his cheeks and then let his pleasure centers overload from the pleasurable sensations of eating so much at once, he would pay no heed to his need to enjoy what he was eating and instead focus purely on stuffing as much raw mass into himself as he could. That way, he could ensure that he wouldn’t outgrow the compound until he was done with all of the food present on-site; how exactly this was supposed to work, when clearly his body didn’t operate like that, was anyone’s guess, but for Teddy, things had stopped being about reason and logic the moment he outgrew his house. Only desire and foodlust ruled his world now, and if he had to bend the very laws of physics to his will by way of a body so massive it had its own orbit around it, then that’s just what he’d have to do.
Despite the loud warnings being shouted at him by men armed with stun-guns, Teddy continued to heave himself closer and closer still to the nearest food storage, already smelling the wondrous scents wafting from inside. Sure, they weren’t the most imaginative of meals, being mostly ready-to-heat garbage that one could buy at any supermarket, but it was something… or rather, a whole lot of something. There were probably tons in there, literal tons of food that he could stuff down his gullet and then watch as they were turned into even more pudgy croc for the whole world to see, only to make him even more hungry than before and serve as motivation for an even greater meal! This sort of thinking made perfect sense to him, when he parked his enormous rear outside one of the walls and punched his way inside, ripping off the roofing and exposing all those delicious crates of tasty treats, ready for him to gorge himself on; he felt the sting of tasers and batons on a few parts of his body, but he was simply too large for the company’s goons to do anything to stop him. Now he was in charge, and if they knew what was good for them, they’d get with the program…
… there wasn’t an “or else”, he just really didn’t like having the equivalent of bee stings go off on him every other second.
Still, now that he had full access to the delicious stockpile, all he had to do was, well, dig into it. Empty hands were moved into it and full ones came out, carrying so many meals that, frankly, the bits and pieces of the crates and boxes that they came in didn’t really matter in comparison; besides, it was just more mass for him to consume, and as soon as he got big enough, did it really matter what he was devouring, so long as it was halfway delicious? Each gulp was bigger than the last, his body disobeying his plan and refusing to hold back on its gigantic growth spurt; rather, every time he chewed up and swallowed down a mouthful, he felt more of the concrete below, noticed he was getting further and further away from where the warehouse’s roof had once been, saw more of the land around him. It was disappointing to say the least, but not at all unexpected; at least, he thought to himself, he’d be able to eventually clear out whole warehouses at once!
By the time he was done with the first one, it was doubtful that even the blimp hangar he was meant to stay in would be able to hold him; in fact, it only then became evident that what the company had fed him through a tube earlier had been nothing if not a minute appetizer, barely an entrée compared to what they truly had in store for him. The croc eyed the empty warehouse, thinking to himself that maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to make good on his promise to himself. He brought one hand to the bottom of it, where it met the ground, and moved his other hand across to the other side; though it took some effort, he eventually dug his fingers underneath the whole building, and with a little more huffing and puffing, Teddy pulled the entirety of it upwards, dragging rubble and debris through the air in the process. There, held up high in the air in front of him, was the whole warehouse he had emptied out, its floor intact.
The next step was obvious.
With a significant amount of new arrivals trying desperately to hold him back, to no avail, the croc rolled his heavy self over to his next destination, knowing now that there was no turning around; if he could simply lift the warehouse and let its contents pour down into his mouth, that was exactly what was going to do, and indeed, doing so proved to be surprisingly easy now that he was so big that even actual firearms did nothing but bounce harmlessly off of him. With a smile on his lips and a tongue lolling out from them, Teddy carefully opened the doors to the next food storage, sunk his fingers into the ground beneath it, and heaved it up into the heavens. He permitted himself a few seconds to admire it, to stare at his handiwork, before tipping it at an angle steep enough that all of its contents began to fall down the only way they could: straight out the door and right into his open, waiting mouth.
It was even better than the tube, much better than the handfuls that he had been delighting himself with just moments before. If he ever had to describe excess, then this was it, this was what it meant to achieve his true goals: to be so utterly colossal that he could lift a whole warehouse and empty it out like a cereal box without the need to even so much as chew on any of its contents. And then, once it was empty, move onto the next one. Then the next one, and then the next and more and always, never stopping until everything that could be devoured… was. His body grew outwards at a spectacular rate, so much so that he had to work double-time just to make sure that his fat ass didn’t flatten the very food he wanted to eat; this, however, had the “unfortunate” side-effect of making him miss a very important detail: somewhere in the middle of his binge, what he had emptied out wasn’t food.
They were chemicals.
One of the warehouses, which had been adequately marked for people that could still actually think, didn’t hold anything technically “edible”, but instead vast stocks of the growth agent that had been meant for distribution; thanks to Teddy’s incident back at his home, all the vials and bottles were instead kept there, waiting for the company to do something about them. The croc did notice something seemed off about the whole thing, but presumed he had found all the drinks which they certainly had to keep somewhere; never in his wildest dreams would he have assumed that Rivtech had such a store of precious fattening agent, just… there for him to take! But indeed they did, and indeed he drank it all, eagerly so, ensuring that when he moved onto the last couple of warehouses, there wouldn’t be much left of anything by the time he was done.
Teddy had become big enough that he could now pick up a warehouse in each hand, crushing it as easily as he would a soda can when he forced its contents down his eternally-voracious maw, hungering for more the more food he ate, needing to consume increasingly-high amounts of delicious feedstock to keep the black hole that was his stomach satiated. But as soon as he was done going through the last remnants of both Rivtech’s food supplies and their hopes and dreams for the future of the company, the croc felt something different inside of him: it was a pressure, though not one that he was accustomed to, certainly not the same one that he had fostered every time he ate something before. It was far greater, far more pronounced, enough that he began to worry about what might happen to him.
And then he burped. It was a tiny little thing, barely enough to qualify as a noise, and yet it was enough to herald a growth spurt of such unimaginable proportions that, by the time Teddy realized what had happened, he had fattened up so much that a single one of his asscheeks had become large enough to completely flatten his entire neighborhood several times over, and the enormous belly slung out in front of him had already torn down several city blocks… on a city that was a few miles away from him. Another burp, and suddenly his head had broken through several cloud layers, the gurgling of his rumbling stomach loud enough to be nearly deafening, his body such a titanic mound of pudge and plush that he could feel himself spilling all over the geography, with rolls of fat covering hills and small sections of his midriff adapting to the contours of the skyline underneath him before inevitably flattening it.
Another burst, and even the city seemed insignificant, the growth agent working on overdrive to ensure that every pound of food that the croc had eaten was magnified a thousand fold at least a thousand times again, giving him the final, all-consuming ascension he had dreamed of for years. The pressure was unbearable still, seemingly wanting to force itself out of him, but succeeding only in making the croc an ever-greater, ever-fatter version of himself. The landscape was destroyed, removed from existence, replaced by Teddy and his behemothian body; every city in the way of his continuous growth spurts gladly wiped off the map by increasingly tiny fractions of his full self. The curvature of the planet became apparent from where his head lay, safely protected on all sides by a neck that had bloated up so much that it practically ceased to exist, each of his cheeks on either side of his face so puffy and inflated that he could barely even see at all.
It all ended about as quickly as it began, and though Teddy couldn’t see it, being buried underneath his own bloated self, his body had become something beyond large. It was no longer a case of if he could be seen from orbit, but whether or not anyone could yank their eyes away from him! To call him big would be an understatement; his ass alone covered his entire country, the rest of him handily taking care of the rest of the nearby continent, his belly moving onto the next one as it continued to slowly grow out.
Because he wasn’t done. Not by a longshot.
He was still hungry.
