Ben shook his head. He had no CLUE what he was filling in here, he might turn himself into a baby or something, then where would he be? He changes his mind and goes back up to the weight box. He had always wondered what it would be like to be a muscle man... but why stop at a normal number, he could change himself back, right? With a grin, he typed 500 into the box and pressed enter.
He waited a few moments for the growth to kick in. A familiar feeling crept out over his body, and he felt his stomach begin to grow... wait a second, stomach? Ben looked down and didn't see his normally flat stomach below him, but instead, a bulging belly. "Oh man, I'm getting fat!" He shouted to himself. As his belly grew and he lost what little definition his body already had, he saw his dick growing hard out from beneath the peach-cream colored arch. Though he had been panicing, he knew deep down he was kind of enjoying it. He looked back to the screen, which read processing, and showed a ticker of his ever-increasing weight. He had started growing at 186, now he was 223. His chair creaked a bit, it was old, and wasn't accepting the growing pressure of his now 240 pound body. He stood and waddled to the mirror in his bedroom.
There, he took in what was happening to his body. His stomach had grown considerably, and he had a roll on his side. Even the fat on his groin had grown a bit, making his dick look shorter. His thighs were touching, and his arms and chest were a bit fatter, but nothing was as much of a change as his stomach. "Fuck, I'm huge!" he said in his mind as he bulged up to 300 pounds. He was right, too, he was becoming a whale of a man. He still looked like himself, even though he was still growing. His face was a little softer. He leaned over to get a look at his face in the mirror, as he did, his expanding ass knocked a vase off the end table behind him. He turned quickly, causing his massive body to bounce as he did. "Damn. That was pricey." He said as he looked at the shattered remains below his feet.
Quickly, the were blocked from his vire as his stomach grew out even further. Looking over to the computer he saw that his weight was 466. "Just a few more seconds, I guess..." He waddled away from the mirror and sat on his bed, waiting for the last few pounds to trickle in to complete his trip into obesity. He peered at the computer as the number increased 494, 495,496,497,498,499.... 500. He got up to survey the damage, not an easy feat at his weight. He waddled back over to the mirror, and noticed he couldn't see his whole body in it, it was far too wide. He turned to the side to see his profile. A huge gut forcing it's way out at least 3 feet before him, he looked down and gasped. His dick was hard, but was so small that only the head poked out of his groin... kinda hot actually, he wondered what it would be like to be a small guy... kinda like his old boyfriend. He snickered.
He thought he might give this big body a test drive, and began to jack off... the effort made his body bounce and sway a bit, and it was hard for him to do it with just his thumb and finger... the effort made him kind of winded, too. It took some time, but finally, he came. Panting, he wiped himself off with a shirt on his bed and sat back at the computer, ready to change himself back. He saw the page loaded fully now, where a checkbox below weight had popped up reading "muscle" He went to click it, but an error message popped up.
ERROR: You have used up your trial transformations. To continue using this service, you will need to send 1000 dollars through a paypal account. This is for an unlimited, permanant membership!
His eyes went wide. Ben was a morbidly obese man, with a nub of a cock, stuck without any clothes. How could he possibly get the money if he couldn't even get out to transfer some funds!? Was he stuck this way for good? At first, the thought of being fat was kind of hot, and he did enjoy it, but he didn't think he could live that way. What was he going to do?