You feel your now blubbery body and are surprised by how soft it is and how good it feels. The cushion of the diaper over the cushion of your butt is amazing. You giggle at your jiggly moobs as you give your huge mass a shake.
'Well,' you think to yourself, 'I'm a big fat baby now anyway. Might as well make the most of it.' However, the hose is no longer producing sweet milk. You struggle with your gargantuan form and stand up-though just barely. "Hey, computer voice thing? I want to be bigger. Make me even fatter."
"REQUEST DETECTED: OCCUPANT DESIRES INCREASED MODIFICATION. INCREASED MASS WOULD CAUSE POSSIBLE IMMOBILITY. SPECIAL ACTION WILL NEED TO BE TAKEN. PROCEED?"
"Yes, please" you say, and you stick the hose back in your mouth. The cream is poured back into you, and you titanic body grows even more. You smile yo yourself as you grow more and more, eventually passing the quadruple digit mark and weighing over half a ton. You diaper keeps up the pace by growing more with you, and you're thankful for that; at this size, you'd never fit inside another bathroom again, let alone work a toilet. Your legs give out because of your increased weight and you fall on your monstrous rear end, sloshing a wobbling from the fat. At what you guess to be 1500 pounds, the hose cuts off, much to your chagrin.
"MASS HAS INCREASED. WOULD OCCUPANT LIKE TO INCREASE FURTHER?"
You pull the hose out of your mouth and let loose a large burp. You pat your fat stomach and think it over.
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