Fiber Optic Bundles of Joy Part 9

WARNING

! The following includes weight gain, introspection, hoses in rood parts and all around amazing writing!

Once more, written by RabidBadger from FAhttp://www.furaffinity.net/user/rabidbadger

Illustrated by me! Thank you as always, for your continued support <3

This week's image sponsored by Joe The Englishman! Who bid highest in a YCH to such extent that he's won a permanent spot in our crew as well as his character to be featured in last week, this week, and at leasttwo more weeks to come!

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Joseph could barely think. There was his current state of being, he had a good view of that concept, but the rest felt kind of like trying to use a locked up computer. He clicked and wiggled and mashed and it just stared back at him. Currently the image he was dealing with was himself, standing in the ‘mess hall’ of his current home ship, bloated out with a couple dozen new kilos of flab that had him ‘topless’ in his one piece maintenance suit, staring up at a light strip and working his mouth absently as a nicely lubricated hose carrying nutrient paste with it thrummed and pulsed where it sat coiled around his leg, depositing its payload comfortably into the otter’s once tight rump.

He was trying to think, Chrome knows that, it just wasn’t working so well. The tube pulsed and glorped inside him and there was a white bloom of pleasure in his nerves that made his heart flutter, made his breath catch in his throat. The intensity faded quickly but they were happening every other second or so, and he found some of it lingered just a little in the nooks and crannies of his body, because he had quite a few more of those now. The light strip was next to a fairly reflective panel of wall, so he was actually watching as his belly hit that critical mass point where his first set of love handles were joined by another (although it was nothing compared to the orgy handles happening on the mouse’s waist, wherever that was). It wasn’t stopping, but he couldn’t seem to muster the focus to be outraged. He knew that fox was responsible, was just doing still more damage to his figure, making it that much more dire a thing for him to remedy the issue, but every attempt to summon resistance was blotted out by a wash of ecstasy flooding into his traitorous, accommodating ass.

That had been growing too, and he knew full well the vulpine AI was putting it to use already. He felt his left buttock quiver, then the swollen bulb of flab on his middle, that mischievous and amoral pack of zeroes and ones was crawling around inside him. It had taken control of his limbs, made him stand still and do this, made him suck down a month of food in minutes earlier, bought and enslaved him with the scan of his thumb! The tube around his leg pulsed harder, Joseph began to feel his belly overlap his waist properly, crawling downward – and he was just beginning to show enough of a chest for that to start touching the crest of his gut as well. In both cases the fresh girth was already feeling like it was lighter than air, and tingling with pink electricity that smelled curiously of blueberries for something that had nothing to do with aroma.

That infernal tube in his ass jolted and deposited once more, near-blinding him and dragging a strangled and yet almost joyous sound from his throat. What had he just been thinking about again? Something about an unfair thing, a raw deal? Chome’s mirrored tits his ass felt nice right now. Half numb, Joseph found his hands were clutching his buttocks and squeezing gently. That really felt spectacular. The way he seemed to feel himself gulping from behind, the tingle that came from digesting that quickly. Joseph paused in that idea as he felt his thighs touch together. It was like a door slamming, which was a jarring sort of thing.

The otter blinked slowly, looking upward again at himself. He was still gaining, and it was happening very quickly. That luminous fiend had left him a flabby mess earlier but now he was straddling the line of obese. Could he even undo all this? Yes, dammit – he could! It’d be hard, but Joseph Otterman was made of stern enough stuff for this! He just had to- had to get started running or swimming or, something- just as soon as that glorious thumping in his depths had gone and run its course good and proper. No need to rush things, right?

Joseph swallowed heavily, not that he needed to – though it occurred to him there were plenty of options at his fingertips for that. Maybe a nice éclair and some coffee? His hands were working after all, so he pawed sluggishly and clumsily at a few of the controls. Maybe that was more cream than he wanted, but he could deal with it. The coffee came through in a thermos delivered by pneumatic tube – the éclair just stuck itself out of a port in the wall. One that the otter reached for with both hands, tugging on it gently, sinking his teeth in and feeling the thing’s thick but fluffy texture wrap around every inch of his muzzle the chocolate coating drizzling down the sides of his teeth, and custard lewdly spraying the back of his throat. He let a rather impolite noise rise up in his chest as he chewed and swallowed, tugging the pasty further out and continuing, it seemed to be quite long all things told.

Agatha watched the entire proceeding with a disbelief and disquiet that grew in direct proportion to how much less worried she was moment to moment about being blown up or recaptured. The otter was eating what appeared to be the world’s longest pastry, as the wall unit made and remade more portions of it until she’d been watching Joseph consume a single donut for at least two minutes without stopping. He didn’t really seem to notice when the ship’s automated arms came in and cut away the lower half of his maintenance uniform, it just fell into a pile around him and freed all the pent up flab he was growing. The tube was still coiled around his leg doing its thing, leaving him fed from both ends at once and apparently too flooded with delighted to really voice an objection. She, however, was not currently quite so delighted.

“..Red, that- that’s wrong, you can’t just-“

I have to mom. I can’t get us out of this with just our basic hardware.

The mouse scrunched up her face and shook her head, staring down at the crest of her belly where her son’s avatar currently rested – trying to look apologetic but firm.

“No, this is like what they did to me! How is this any different from what they did to me?”

I told him what I was doing before he signed, this is out of necessity instead of as some kind of experiment, and I’m making sure the process is as pleasant as possible.

Agatha looked over again. The otter’s hand were caked in chocolate already, folds were forming alarmingly quickly behind his back, above his ass, she could see dangling pouches of fat hanging from his arms now, but his eyes (at least in his reflection) were just glazed over.

“But, he didn’t want it – I could tell – and he’s, this – he can’t ever lose this can he? It’s like me, for life?”

He made that choice – he thought he could outsmart me about it, talk his way out of it later, use us to escape and bail when it was convenient. He gambled on that and he lost mom.

She looked over again, was that really all it took to make this okay for Red? Agatha still felt distinctly uncomfortable as she watched the otter blindly inflict upon himself some measure of what she had gone through, but even if she did object what the Chrome plated hells could she do about it?

Joseph was running through scenarios in his head – long-term kind of stuff. He’d deal with this, really it wasn’t that bad. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so glowy and welcome before. That fox was at least making the interim as enjoyable as he could be, and that was something – his bosses back on the station wouldn’t have ever given that much of a crap about one maintenance worker right? So what if he weighed more like a hundred twenty, well no – that was probably what he was before they got aboard. How many kilos was he now anyway, he wondered? Probably over one fifty, that seemed likely – maybe he’d stop at two hundred? The otter did like round numbers after all.

Two hundred.

Kilos, two hundred kilos, Joseph’s eyes snapped open – he tried to shout the words as well but found his face full of pastry and wouldn’t cooperate. In fact he noticed that although it jolted and startled he didn’t actually stop eating that goddamn divine confection. He still shook a bit, and noticed how every last inch of him wobbled and quaked while he did – and for several seconds after he stopped.

I’ve rewired the nerves in your ring back there to make this as nice as possible Joseph, I know you can tell. Just like I know you wanted to get off the station but didn’t really plan to stick around or help, but that’s not how joining a crew works.

He couldn’t answer verbally of course, and even as he was thinking of one whether he could say it or not he felt the hose kick into a higher gear behind him, inside him, in his behind. Felt the thick sludge pack him and fill him like some kind of empty fuel container (which he supposed was actually kind of accurate). As before it felt glorious, he looked at his reflection above and saw a vast sea of fur and flesh, not like the woman – but still a good start. There were little pinpricks of brighter light, places Red (his captain) was using no doubt.

No! Not his captain, not his- well, he wouldn’t be the worst boss maybe would he? Joseph’s eyes wandered a little as he ate, to the mouse’s reflection in the wall panel – to his own one. He wasn’t just fat, he could feel his own creeping flesh expanding outward and it had long since passed obese and kept going. Did Red have it in mind to make him just as big as that rodent he called mom? What would that even feel like, if just being the size he was now was making his heart flutter with every little shift in stance thanks to those modified pleasure centers? Every wobbling of loose flesh that came from it sent aftershocks through him as it was.

So, yeah. We’ll get through this. I promise.

“I’ve already got most of the legwork done stabilizing our departure. Now I’m working on ideas for not having this happen ever again, and yes – that’s thanks to you, and I really am grateful. Whether you intended to stick to the crew thing or not originally I still mean to give you all the benefits of it.”

Agatha and Joseph both looked up as Red shifted abruptly from speaking into Joseph’s inner ear to actually verbalizing himself through the ship’s comms, but their gazes went back to Agatha’s belly and the reflection thereof quite quickly afterward.

“You uhm, you okay over there?”

Agatha sounded genuinely concerned, and a little doubtful – like she was hunting for confirmation of some kind in the question. As to the answer, the otter found himself pausing briefly, and not actually being made to keep eating in the process of it (though he still gasped when another fresh thrum of paste entered him from below), but the release of his upper body was something he took as a good sign. Still, the question seemed to bear a genuine and well thought out answer. Joseph looked now to his own reflection, yet again, albeit with clearer eyes this time around.

Fat rolls hung off him everywhere, curling in on themselves and sitting in uneven but smoothly rounded packs – like some kind of fluffy topographical map. He could see cankles forming, could not see between his legs (though he could damn well feel his manhood poking up underneath his belly), imagined he could lose a hand in the deep cavern that was his navel, knew full well his ass and tail were now larger than his entire body had been before, had a chest that would have looked at home on a porn star if it wasn’t instead on a former maintenance worker, and was sporting wobbling curvy jowls instead of cheeks. He stuck on those last ones, on how even his face had changed, and tried moving it around a bit. Seeing how it looked scowling, lips pursed, teeth shown, and then smiling. It was that last one that caught him. Little dimples formed in the fat and his eyes lit up. It reminded him of one of his grandparents, an old but not little woman who always seemed to brighten every day she visited on. Agatha watched all this, trying to guess at his thoughts, but they were voiced soon enough anyway.

“Almost lost the plot a couple times there, ready to give your shiny kid a bollocking. That said, ooph – getting uhm, getting full back there. That said? Scrummy food. Boss that might just take care of me. Could be brilliant, right? I mean, yeah – I’m a whale at the moment – not sure how big a price to pay that is.”

There was a heavy chunking sound as the pumps ceased working, and the hose slid out of Joseph’s hindquarters leaving the otter visibly shuddering in a fresh wave of euphoria, needing to lean on the wall to stay standing. Small favors that he tightened back up enough not to leak really, small but not unnoticed.

“Oh Chrome’s buttocks whatever you did to my arse worked like a damn charm.”
Red didn’t quite manage to suppress the chuckling.

The otter took a step toward Agatha. It was, in some sense, his first step in a new body. Being naked would’ve probably bothered him more if his own body wasn’t hiding anything he’d have covered anyway, and the mouse wasn’t naked too. As it was they both got an unobscured view of his belly sloshing to the side, his thighs wobbling like puddings, and the now awkward gait as Joseph tried to get the hang of waddling. It did take a certain (different) kind of finesse as opposed to walking, and seemed to be made to make sure every part of him that could shake spent the whole time doing so. The trip up to Agatha’s side was awkward at best, but it wasn’t so very long before he was leaning against the mouse’s belly, and very nearly regretting that he wasn’t jostling around quite so much now.

“..Wasn’t like I had prospects there anyway. Head of maintenance someday, maybe. Which isn’t precisely great shakes. Slightly better pay, slightly more insurance, twice as many problems. Probably would’ve gotten fat then too.”

The mouse couldn’t see his face, but suspected he wasn’t purely happy about this yet. That did sound an awful lot like what she tended to tell herself to try and make her current situation sound okay. The otter on the other hand was, as best he could, coming to terms with it apparently. Even absentmindedly rubbing Agatha’s belly a little. Granted, on a gut that size it felt like a tiny child’s hand, but the gesture was there.

“I mean it about the taking care of you bit – don’t think I didn’t see you help mom with that shell Yaela was driving, but yeah I’m afraid it’s going to necessitate a large frame to fully integrate. What I’ve got now works pretty well for buffers, firewalls, multitasking navigation and a little gentle interception but if I’m going to actually develop some kind of way to genuinely hide my presence from the Cloud during scans that’s gonna require some serious hardware.”

Joseph turned his head upward. He knew Red didn’t really have a face to zero in on, not a real one, but the speakers were ceiling mounted and that made them good enough for now.

“Well, for certain values of ‘hard’ on the ware anyway mate. Warn me before we do anymore ‘upgrading’ though eh? And uhm, well no, don’t tell me how much bigger we’re talking yet. I think I’d like to nurse my denial a little longer if you don’t mind.”
That got Agatha and him both smirking a little in spite of themselves.

“Look, I uhm – I’m not gonna say I’m square with this just yet, but I’m pretty sure if we’d stayed stuck in that hall we’d have both been up a creek right? And if I’d run off myself, no telling if I’d have gotten out or not. So I gather that this is probably on the better side of the possible outcomes for today. Just ah, maybe don’t be surprised if it takes me a week or two to get used to, you know, this?”

Joseph wrapped thickened fingers around the soft, sensitive mass of the lower end of his belly. He gave it a little shake, then shuddered as a wash of cool and pleasant tingling suffused him.

Agatha let out a long exhale from somewhere behind him.

“I know exactly what you mean, plus a little. Or, ya know, several hundred kilos.”
Some semblance of silence passed afterward. Space was a fairly quiet place, and this wasn’t hard to accomplish – at least apart from rumbling guts and a couple of outbursts from the two fur’s posteriors that neither felt compelled to acknowledge or speak of. That, it seemed, was likely to become a fact of life for the both of them. When something else did come up it was a question, and Joseph voicing said inquiry.

“Where exactly are we headed anyway?”

The fact that Red didn’t answer right away was a bit odd, or at least got the other two furs wondering.

“I admit, I was mostly just worried about getting the hell out and hadn’t thought of that yet. We’re pretty well stocked on food, fuel, and we have leftover cash. Question is do we risk another station so soon or not?”

Joseph lurched forward, hands pressed into Agatha’s shockingly pliant body. They sank in like he was pressing on a foam cushion, making getting leverage to balance with a bit harder than it otherwise would be. It made it take an extra moment or two, but before long he was on his feet again (which were beginning to complain about the added weight, leaving the otter glancing around at the alarming lack of seating – apart from a bed in the corner apparently), and sidling along Agatha with one arm on her side for support. He wanted to be able to actually see her face, or at least as much of it as was possible with her hovering a foot off the ground and being so phenomenally massive.

“You got a preference up there, madam? Joseph Otterman by the by.”

“A- Agatha Cleareyes. Guess we didn’t get to do that earlier did we?”

“Not so much. What’s the story with you and the light show anyway?”

Agatha adopted a sardonic smile.

“Signed a contract without reading it closely enough, needed a job – ended up a lab subject for a bunch of curious AI’s trying to build a next-gen of themselves that, well, they succeeded – they didn’t try. Been trying to wrap my head around being a living, breathing motherboard – and ya know, being too fat to move anything on my own. Red is-“

“I’m more than some sophisticated maintenance program with human interface routines. I can be curious, bored, creative, anything else I care to – that was their grand idea. Make an AI and don’t pre-define it, just expose it to stimulus and see what it wants. Then they got all ‘oh it works, let’s take it apart and see why’ which mom and I objected to. Though what I want right now, is to know what you two want. I mean, no rush and all, just restating that.”

Another glance was shared between otter and mouse, both of whom looked at themselves after, then at the window out into the black. It was, once more, Joseph who spoke first.

“Well, we’re going to get proper bored just sitting in here – that much is obvious. You want stimulus, and mate I totally understand – but we stand out most places. That said, there’s some places that’s less of a problem than others, and you did mention you had spare funds. So, I figure maybe the Regal Coronet?”

Agatha’s eyes lit up a little. Something she hadn’t thought of or expected maybe.

“Wait, do you even know where that is? I mean, I thought it was kind of a black sort of-“

“Black market casino complex? It is. Yeah, I can get us there. If you two are interested in that sort of thing?”

Red’s face immediately sprang into brilliant life on Agatha’s side, right underneath Joseph’s hand which had the effect of producing two enormous glowing eyes staring right at the unsteady pile of otter. More unsteady for having been startled by a pair of colossal glowing eyes – not that Red was paying attention to that.

“…There’s a pirate casino in space? We’re going to the pirate casino in space. Mom, we can go to the pirate casino in space right? I would make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts at the casino in space!”

Agatha blinked down at that, not exactly sure how to answer – though she didn’t say no and that’s what Red was worried about. Rather, something else entirely came to her mind.

“How the Chrome plated hell do you know where that place is?”

Joseph’s lip curled a little, something in him he both knew was socially unacceptable and yet found himself curiously proud of just the same. His tone was just evasive enough to not really do much hiding of anything important. He crossed his arms, finding it easier to do so under his chest rather than over it, which had the extra effect of pushing those newly grown moobs up by his equally virgin second chin.

“Wasn’t always a station hand luv. Ah, we might want to call ahead by the by, order some clothes to be waiting when we get to the docks? Just a suggestion – something tells me you probably have our measurements.”

“Just think the directions real loud, and-“

Joseph found himself already doing it, loud and clear. Lights sprang into being on the navigation consoles, the ship lurched a little as it adjusted course and then, a fraction of a second later, internal gravity.

“Now I do believe you had the right word for it back on the station when you started our escape up lad.”

The next lurch was the ship picking up speed, playing fast and loose with the laws of physics as such things must do to get anywhere in space. And yes, Red knew what to say.

Allons y!