"300 pounds!" she declares joyfully. "Wow! I mean, this is AMAZING! I'm so HUGE!"
She reaches down her hands and shakes her giant belly, then lets out an enormous burp. Again, she blushes. "'Scuse me," she says and giggles.
You just stare at her and feel slightly disgusted by the rolls of fat that now cover her. Surprizingly, her clothes seem to fit her perfectly still. Whatever the machine did to her, it made sure that her clothes would change right along with her.
She looks down at the scale again. This time she really has to bend forward to see past her huge gut. "323," she says. "Huh, I guess I'm still a growing girl, ha ha."
You feel worried as you can actually see her body continue to expand with fat. Her gut, her ass, her face, her limbs, even her hands and feet seem to be swelling bigger and bigger. "Um, honey? Maybe we should get some help. I'm kind of worried about how fast this is going."
"No! No! I want it to keep going. I feel so great!" she says. "Just look at how much more of me there is to love now," she says and grins between a pair of massive cheeks.
You look down at the scale. It now reads 378 pounds.
"Just check out these hooters, here," she says and cups her titanic boobs. "These've got to be G-cups by now. Doesn't that turn you on? Eh, skinny?"
"Um, sure," you say. They certainly are the biggest breasts you've ever seen, but right at this moment, you're more concerned with her continuing growth. You look down at the scale again. "405," you read aloud to her. "Something's wrong. I mean, this isn't good. You don't seem to be stopping or even slowing down."
"I don't ever want to stop!" she declares. Once more, she lets rip another giant fart and smiles contentedly at the sound. It seems as though she's lost in ecstacy over the thrill of transforming.
You look at the scale. 413, 414, 415... The numbers keep rolling. What are you going to do now?