"You look just like everyone else," John said to the beautiful alien.
"Well not every alien is all slimy and weird," Siri replied.
"I'll take your word for it. I'm John," he said, and held out a hand. Siri took it and pulled herself in close, surprising John by giving him a hug. He responded, and they held each other briefly, both revelling in the feeling of big breasts pressing up against fat flesh. Then Siri backed off as John looked down.
"I think I'm gaining more weight!" he said in a happy tone. "I'm sure I wasn't this big a minute ago."
"You may be right," Siri replied, though she knew he was. The 'virus' was still in charge of John's mass - and she controlled the virus.
"One thing I don't get though, is why my pants haven't exploded," remarked John. "I mean, I've gotta be twice as big around as before, maybe more, and you always read about people's clothes splitting when they get fat - and heck, I know all about tight pants - but these still fit!"
"Oh well," replied Siri, wondering how much to explain, "it's a very special virus, affects not only humans..."
"Too cool!" remarked John. Siri was really impressed with just how positive John was about his growing girth - so many of the videos broadcasting from this planet were 'anti-fat'. She wondered about just how long to let the virus keep working...just how big should she let John get before she shuts down the growth effect. His now pear-shaped frame seemed to be doing very well at 400 pounds, perhaps she should let him grow to ...
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