Michael sat in his office, cackling in glee. It’s was Reboot #207 and he had a foolproof plan for torturing the stupid humans. He tapped a pen on his desk. There had been so many awful failed reboots where they had seen through his deception, so much so that he himself had put on stress weight. This gave him a wonderful idea!
“These stupid humans!” he said. “They think they’re so beautiful with their dumb breathing tubes and stubby fingers! I’ll show them! They won’t feel so good when they’ve bloated themselves up to immobility! Then!” he couldn’t finish the sentence for laughing so hard. “Then I’ll induce heart attacks in ‘em! They’ll think it’s their own fault! Oh, then I’ll finally be accepted as a demon!”
He clicked his fingers. “Janet!” She popped into existence with a soft, pleasing ‘ping’. “Janet, I need you to make the frozen yogurt about 10x more addictive and 20x more fattening.” Michael said. “Okay!” said Janet pleasantly. “Oh and one more thing, as the humans get fat, I need you to increase your appearance along with them, make them feel more comfortable.” She agreed and then popped out of existence.
——ONE WEEK LATER——-
Michael stood in The Neighborhood’s central plaza, observing the four humans as they milled around him. Already the plans were being put into action with some success. He rubbed his hands together in glee.
At a nearby café table sat Chidi, frozen yogurt cups sittinging empty in between his piles of books. From Michael’s estimate he had put on about 30 pounds, his soft gut straining against his dress shirt onto his thick thighs. He was to emgrossed in his studies to notice.
Over behind him sat Tahani, a good 15 pound heavier and fretting over her love handles bulging from her dress and groaning and sighing. Her cleavage was on complete display, as her boobs had jumped up a size. She was in complete agony over her slight gain, as it was shocking to her naturally vapid personality.
Jason, still pretending to be Jianyu the buddhist monk, crouched behind a plant and scarfed down two bowls of yogurt, (one Jalapeno Popper flavor, one Jacksonville Jaguar blue). Upon someone noticing potentially watching, he tried to scamper away stealthily, which failed both due to his Jasonness and due to his 45 ib gut and butt bulging out his robes.
Walking past Michael was Eleanor, who was huge. Snacking on her shrimp yogurt, she had gained 60 pounds. Her stomach peeking out slightly beneath her pink sweater, also distorted by her bigger breasts. Her face had softened, no double chin yet, but a softer complexion for sure. As she walked away, Michael dispassionately observed her jeans straining against her huge shelf-like booty, wide hips and thick thighs rubbing together.
He cackled evily under his breath.
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