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[SSBHM, FFA, XWG, thin feeder, long story, slow burn, sci-fi.] A young starship engineer learns that it's both his destiny and desire to be a gainer when a scientist recruits him to fatten up for the good of his world.


The Ship's Engineer
by TradWifeFeeder

(Note: this is a first story contribution from a long-time lurker, and critique and suggestions are welcome.)

Chapter 1: The First Date

"Eager to be shipped off after graduating from the Academy, are you?" asked Dr. Reese, as he came back into the exam room, carrying a clipboard-sized tablet computer. He was of average height, slim, one might say gaunt-looking in his white exam coat, with dark hair and eyes, and leathery, tanned skin.

Bjorn was hesitant to speak his mind, to say that he didn't really feel that he belonged here. He thought of a more diplomatic way to phrase it. "I'm eager to go somewhere new, where I'm needed, doctor." Bjorn was almost the opposite of the other man. His time training in the Space Naval Academy had left his big frame very well-muscled, but not at all defined. He had an overall layer of thick padding, thicker around his torso. He had hit the weight room hard, but never fully succeeded in eliminating the fat. His face was wide with soft features, light-brown eyes, and hair in a short ponytail.

Dr. Reese glanced down at the tablet, then smiled at Bjorn. "Your physical health is excellent, except," he paused as his smile widened, "You probably know what my one concern is."

Bjorn nodded, sighed. "Yes, it's always the same with my exams. I'm fatter than I need to be."

The doctor continued. "Well, although it's unusual in this day, it's obviously not presenting you with any issues at this time, so don't worry. However, there is an interesting development." Bjorn steeled himself as the doctor turned the tablet to him, presenting his chart. "I've never seen something like this before." He scrolled to the freshly completed genetic profile, and highlighted some lines. "You have not only an uncommon synergy of alleles, but a novel mutation, that seems to have made you what you could call a super-gainer. Fat is attracted to you like ferrous oxide to a magnet." He grinned. "You're fighting against some very rare genetics, here."

Bjorn was astounded. It all made sense now, all his struggles with the fat that clung to him even though he was lifting heavier than anyone else in his year at the Academy. No examination had ever brought it up before; he guessed that perhaps the other staff hadn't been so thorough or curious, as long as Bjorn had been healthy. This exam was different, because he was now asking to be cleared for assignment off-world.

Dr. Reese suddenly looked as if a brain-wave had washed over him. "In fact, I have a visiting colleague that would be very interested in you. An exobiologist and genetics specialist. I'll give you her contact, and you should invite her to dinner. I'll tell her she should accept, and send her your files." He smiled wanly and turned back to the chart. "Don't worry, she's already let me know that I'm not her type."

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Bjorn chose a venue that served some of his favorite comfort foods, with the hope that he may be shipping off soon, so he needed to enjoy the delights of Earth while he still could. Although he knew that he could probably attain something like pizza and ice cream wherever he was stationed, he doubted whether it would be as good of quality. This place was a nostalgic indulgence, and he savored his few indulgences. He no longer felt so bad about the meals that he had here, knowing that they weren't the sole cause of his chubbiness. For most of his sustenance, he'd eaten an unusually lean and carb-free diet, to little avail.

Now, he'd have to discuss this over an undeniably fattening dinner with a very attractive woman who was likely to view him as a scientific curiosity. He spotted her walking in the door, and sheepishly went to meet her. "Glad to meet you! I'm Johannika," her eyes were wide with intrigue as she put her tablet case under her arm, and held out an elegantly delicate hand to him, which he took gently in his considerably thicker paw. She looked about his age (which meant she must be a genius to already be so accomplished, he mused), and was a classical beauty, with grey eyes, light hair in an up-do, and alabaster skin. It was true that intelligence went with good genetics, he thought. Now, what would she think of him and his genetic analysis?

They were seated in a secluded corner, and Bjorn ordered drinks, bread, and antipasto for them from the android server. Johannika, who said that "Jo" was fine, looked delighted as she didn't waste any time pulling out the tablet. "This is such a surprise," she gushed. "You probably don't know this, but Reese told me not to read what he sent me until we were together. After seeing you, I can't wait any longer." Bjorn blushed, watching her page through the files rapidly, until she gasped looking at the genetic test, annotated by Reese. She glanced from him to the tablet and back, as if trying to confirm what she saw. "He explained this to you?" Bjorn nodded, resigned to his fate. A breathless "Wow" was all she said, setting the tablet aside as their food arrived.

He had never felt so watched as he started eating. She couldn't help it, and kept smiling at him. "You know that you're unusual, as there aren't as many big people today as there should be, as culture and technology have changed. Now you know that you can't help your nature without some drastic medical intervention," Jo said. Bjorn didn't know exactly why Reese had wanted him to meet her, but suspected that it was for that "intervention."

"Although the environment has changed, our natures, our instincts, have not," she continued huskily, excited by this topic. "Nor do we know if they should. We're this way for a reason, as we evolved adaptations to historically harsher environments. Adaptations like yours were reinforced with sexual selection. We never know what the future holds, either. Besides, although it's surprisingly now rare, it's not necessary to go to drastic measures to avoid obesity today. Medicine has advanced to the point that we can deal with many of the risks," she paused to finally eat a small portion that she'd taken, but then gestured that he should finish the rest. He felt unable to help his hunger as he did so, reflecting on her words and sultry glance. He knew that many scientists were turned on by their work, but did she mean to say that she was the type to sexually select for his traits? The doctor saying, "I'm not her type," echoed in his mind.

She was studying him closely as she went on. "I was an exchange student in the Imperial Islands for a while. I became fascinated with their sumo culture, how this niche arose out of a combination of harsh environment and brutal warfare over limited resources, how some men chose to become so big, and women were excited by it. A superstimulus that led to more extreme forms as industrialization allowed for it." As Bjorn finished the first course, she leaned over, lightly touching his arm. "I want to see your true nature in action. Show me how much you can eat, and what it does to you after."

He was momentarily stunned, but he couldn't resist this siren call to do what he was realizing he'd always wanted to do. He motioned the waiter over, and ordered an extra large pizza, calzone, side of mac & cheese, and root beer, a treat that he hadn't had in years.

Johannika was overcome with delight again, and sighed as she wiggled in her seat in anticipation. It suddenly dawned on him. "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot to ask what you wanted." He started to gesture the waiter back, but she stayed his hand. "It's fine. I'll just try a little of what you're having. I'm not able to eat much and am more of a taster." Her grin said to him that she would rather be enjoying it all vicariously through him.

She asked a little about his background and what he studied at the Academy while they waited (mostly engineering; his size and strength was an asset with the manual labor sometimes involved). "Reese probably knew this when he set us up, but I have what I think may be the perfect assignment for you. I'll be leaving on it in a few weeks, and I'd like you to consider joining me. I'll send you the dossier on it after dinner. Look it over and give it some deep thought, and then get back to me in a few days. And tell me if you notice any changes here, while you're at it," she gently poked his side. "Start keeping a log of your food intake and measurements. I really want you to stop fighting yourself, and want to see what happens."

"For science?" He smiled. "For science, always" she replied, tensing her lithe muscles as she wiggled again.

He surprised both of them with the amount of food that he could pack away when he was really trying, eating and drinking every ounce that came to their table (with the exception of a few bites taken by Jo), and then he ordered coffee for both and ice cream and tiramisu for himself. She hardly took her eyes off of him all evening, as he took his time, fitting in every last bite. His uniform shirt was stretched as tight as his stomach by the end, causing gaps between the buttons, as they strolled out and started toward the LevTrain station. But first, he stopped at a nearby shop for a box of pastries to take home, greatly amusing the girl working the counter, as she'd never seen someone so large or so stuffed before, and he was ordering takeout! His date, or what he hoped was his date, was also beside herself.

At the station, he again threw away caution, and took her hand, pulling her to him. "Would you like to join me at home and help me with these? Take some measurements for yourself?" He indicated the box, hoping that he wasn't being too forward. She glanced down, smiling and putting a hand on his belly briefly. "I'd like to, but I want to get to know you more, first. Call me old-fashioned," she looked back up. She wanted to see him again, and he was thrilled.

"I'll get back to you in a few days after I go over everything that you're sending, and we should talk over dinner again," he replied, leaning his head down to hers, and then letting her hand go. "May I at least escort you home?" She shook her head. "It's fine, I'm staying at the hotel nearby. And I can't wait!" She flashed a brilliant smile, feeling sure that he would already accept her assignment and that they needed to make sure that they had ample but appropriate bonding time before it -- no rushing things -- and then she was off. He watched her go until she was no longer visible, equally sure that he would follow her anywhere.

On the ride home, his heart swelled at the thought of everything that had happened. Even their parting, which showed promise for the future. He hadn't felt this way about someone before. Girls had shown a lot of interest in him at school, but he always felt that he was merely a novelty to them. The culture of the place encouraged everyone to sample everyone, to collect all the flavors, and he was just a new and rare variety for them to try, being the biggest male around. Another notch for a bedpost. It didn't feel right to him, and so he had refrained. But Johannika was different. If he was reading all of her signals correctly, he was her type, and she was his. She'd even turned down a doctor, waiting for someone like him. He was chuffed.

He was also mesmerized by the idea of no longer fighting his weight and intentionally fattening, as Jo wanted. He felt tempted to get started on it, but no, he knew it would be better to do it together, and to eat relatively normally until he saw her again. He already knew that the pounds were going to pile on, and he wanted her to be there to enjoy. He fell into a sweet, food-induced sleep, sleeping better and longer than he could ever remember.
 
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The Ship's Engineer, Chapter 2: The Preparations

For the next five days, Bjorn dutifully kept up with the log, recording exact measurements of what he ate and drank from his food preparation system, and having the full-length mirror in his bathroom take his dimensions each morning. Sensors in the apartment's gym recorded the duration and intensity of his workout and sent that to him, and a sensor in his belt also recorded how active he was and his vitals during the day, as he kept up a routine of a daily run around the nearby Academy grounds, and visited the library. He then exported these from his integrated home system, and sent the log to Johannika, instructing her to save it for their second date.

He also had her pick the restaurant this time. He felt considerably girthier as he showed up at her favorite steakhouse, although he couldn't have gained that much already. It was because the fitting machines made their clothing so exactly; it wasn't taken into account that they may be rapidly putting on inches. His clothing was getting snug all around, but especially around his middle.

He'd kept to his word of not trying to gain without Jo, but it seemed to be happening anyway. He was still sticking to his lean, virtually carb-less diet. The difference now was that he was no longer restricting his portions or fasting for part of the day, so his stomach was actually staying full. He could tell a real difference in his mood and energy levels as a result. He hadn't realized that, by following his prescribed diet, he had been on the verge of starving in comparison to how he felt now.

He was sick of eating lean meat and ready for something fattening, now that they were together. While Jo happily ordered her favorite steak, he went for a thick burger with pretzel bun, piled high with breaded and fried toppings, and dripping with sweet sauce that he soaked up with a bowl of fries cooked in duck fat. He drank a float alongside it, dark and sweet stout topped with caramel ice cream. They were mostly silent, as he focused on filling his stomach like he hadn't eaten since their last date, and she drank in the sight wide-eyed, enjoying seeing a man eat like this. When he was finally done, he leaned back and rested a hand on his belly, his shirt now constrictingly tight. Jo bit her lip and cleared her throat before finally starting. "I take it that you've decided to accept."

He nodded breathlessly, holding his swollen belly. "I just want to make sure that you read everything and are aware of the risks. Again, he nodded. She solemnly nodded back, then pulled out her tablet to go over the logs that he'd sent. Her eyebrows raised high. "Other than our last dinner, you didn't significantly change your diet or exercise, and you still gained about five pounds, mostly fat. Roughly a pound a day."

"Wonder what this dinner will do to me," he groaned, running his hand over his strained buttons. At over six feet tall and considerably well-muscled, he was already starting out at about 260, and now up to 265. She stared with a dreamy, half-lidded look as she imagined the possibilities with him. If his gains remained linear, he could be over a quarter-ton in a year of eating like this. Maybe he could do even more if pushed to expand his capacity to his phenotypic limit and if his diet was tweaked specifically to his genetics for the purpose of fattening him up. "Mm, they could just be newb gains, so the speak," she cautioned. "Your body eagerly storing away those carbs and putting on water weight after being denied for so long. It may level off and plateau after you reach an equilibrium between what you can ingest and what your body expends to maintain its size." She hoped that didn't happen any time soon. "Well, we have time to find out. How about dessert? This place is known for more than just the steak."

He groaned in assent as he gestured for the dessert menu. He was tempted to try too many things, and ordered a platter of sweet rolls with jam, a slice of chocolate cake, and a slice of key lime pie, along with a vanilla shake. He knew full well that he'd end up eating 99% of it, as Jo simply got a coffee and promised to at least taste everything that he ordered. "You know, I hate having to take home carry-out," she teased. He was struggling after the decadent slice of cake, but as there's always room for dessert, he managed to fit it all. He was visibly struggling with his distended stomach as they rose to leave, and he kept unconsciously rubbing it as they walked the couple of miles back to her hotel.

As they passed a donut shop, he couldn't control himself while under the influence of this sugar high, and wandered in to have a look at the pleasures which had previously been forbidden to him. Succulent rolls of dough, fried in lard, coated in irresistible toppings. Without really thinking, he ordered a variety box that ranged from bearclaws to cream-filled to maple bacon, and a bag of sausage rolls, too. Back out on the street, he felt some pride as he walked with this haul and his full belly, accompanying this woman who was giving him appreciative side glances. She stopped at the door to her hotel, and took the box and bag from him. "Come on, we have some more info to go over, now that you've accepted," she said. He opened the door, and then followed her in and up to her room.

Inside, she settled him on the sofa, unbuttoned his shirt and pants, and placed the tablet with the documents in his hands. She then sat next to him and took out some of the pastries. "Maybe you have some more room now," she purred, and began feeding him as he read. He could hardly concentrate; it was unbelievably erotic to have someone put bite after bite of fattening sweets to his lips, while his stomach was already heavily stuffed with food, and then she started gently massaging him, and he was lost. He went to set the tablet down, but she stopped him. "No, finish it. This is your reward," she insisted, and so he tried to force himself to focus and get through quickly. He took each bite as slowly as he could, and she took the tablet from him when he reached the last page. He pulled her to him with strong arms, groaning at the pressure on his stomach, and kissing her with frosting still on his mouth.

She moaned against him, then pushed free and stood up. "It's getting late, and we have to start making preparations for the voyage soon," she couldn't hide the huskiness of her voice. "We'll have plenty of time to bond in the next few weeks. Get some rest now," she patted his overly-full belly, and he reluctantly stood to go. He was disappointed to leave so soon, as he was already fantasizing about her straddling his fat mid-section, his soft rolls spilling over her thighs. He also didn't know how he'd get home in this state, but he sucked in his gut and, with the help of a hairband that she gave him, buttoned his pants. He got some of the buttons of his shirt closed; good enough. She gently swatted his jiggly bottom as he grabbed the leftovers. "Do what you can to get some clothes to grow into."

He collapsed into a sugar coma back at his tiny off-campus studio apartment. He was awakened the next day by a video call from the doctor. He sat down at the terminal and put it onscreen. "Congratulations! I guess we finally found out what her type is," Reese teased jealously. Bjorn nodded groggily, trying to button his shirt again. "Yes, her type is a science experiment. Is that all you called to say?" he said with amusement. "No, no. I'm calling to say that I've cleared you for the assignment, and wish you -- both of you -- well on this voyage. Take care of each other, and watch your health! I trust her, but do be careful." Bjorn promised, and then signed off.

He went over to the mirror. His waist was notably bigger, and didn't know if he was still stuffed -- but a little hungry, actually -- or had gained that much from last night. There was no putting off new clothes now, so he went off to try to figure out how to convince a tailor-bot that he needed room to grow, and to take care of some other errands as he prepared for what was likely to be a several-month or longer mission. He would let the lease on this closet of a place go, for sure. There was no telling in what kind of shape he'd return.
 
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The Ship's Engineer, Chapter 3: The Voyage Begins

In the days leading up to the mission, Johannika continued to meet Bjorn often at their favorite spots around the city, and fed him some of his favorite indulgences each time. She assured him that he'd have a good variety of food on the voyage, but couldn't guarantee that it'd be as gluttonously gratifying of his desires at each meal, so he savored it while he could, and was averaging a little better than a pound a day gained. She also accompanied him on some runs, making sure that he was keeping his stamina up and putting on some muscle to keep up with the extra weight of the fat, although he'd likely soon reach his natural maximum there and couldn't keep them proportional. He suspected that she just liked seeing his plumping body jiggle, which she never denied.

She filled him in on the crew -- a small team of biologists, cognitive scientists, and other science and medical officers and support staff -- of which she'd be both the principal investigator and lead of the medical team. He went over schematics for the science vessel, the Empire Ship Omenta, familiarizing himself well with it, as one of his roles would be the ship's engineer. He'd have a considerably smaller, petite woman as an assistant, given that some of the engineering access points may be a tight fit for him already, and he imagined that they'd only become impossibly tiny for his bulk to navigate as the voyage went on. He checked with Jo to make sure that the crew expected that he'd be gaining and would be fine with it, and she assured him that they were aware that it was one aspect of the mission, and the other biologists were likely to be as curious about his progress as she was. He didn't know what to think of that.

The day arrived, and they took a shuttle out to meet the crew at the orbital shipyard. They'd all received dossiers of each other with an ID photo. His must've already been out of date, as everyone showed surprise upon meeting. At over 20 pounds gained, he was chubbier all around, and his perpetually stuffed belly had developed into a paunch, something that officers of Space Naval Operations rarely ever saw. He weighed in at 288 as they did their final preparations and then set off for about five months of interstellar travel.

He was set up with the roomiest quarters that could be managed, along with a private lavatory. He found the stowed baggage, and realized that he had a roommate, as he saw Jo's comparatively diminutive luggage next to his. He flushed with anticipation, and then changed into his new, much roomier coverall uniform. No time was wasted in trying to fill it. As soon as they set off, Jo began her feeding experiments. She had a roster of different meals set up for him, exploring the effects of different variables, different portions, different combinations of macro and micronutrients. His stomach was never empty, and he only fasted when sleeping -- he was even awakened for a mid-sleep snack on some nights, so that he wasn't going an entire 8 hours without food. His workbreaks consisted of eating scheduled snacks (on this, he was actually allowed to choose, just to see what he'd choose, as another experiment to study his cravings or what he might be lacking). Every morning before breakfast, he reported to the medical bay for an exam, where he was also administered a cocktail of protein, collagen, and vitamin and mineral supplements, to encourage muscle growth and aid in keeping his stretching skin elastic. Jo took obvious glee in this routine.

He'd been right when he said that her type was "science experiment," he now thought. Yet, he had never been happier in his life. Every meal was a delightful surprise (usually), and he'd never felt so cared for as when he had someone constantly keeping his belly full. And fill out nicely he did. He needed a bigger size uniform, and then another, and another. His layer of subcutaneous fat grew thicker and thicker, and as his belly started to overflow and hang down, he was becoming a nice, wide pear shape. His abdomen brushed the table in the dining hall after a good evening's stuffing at the end of his shift, and his pannus rested on his thighs. His rolls engulfed the backrest, and his lovehandles, hips, and ass stuck out considerably on each side of his seat. He found something a little off about the table height, until he realized that he was sitting up higher because of the increasingly thicker thighs under him. His chest roll began to overlap the curve of his upper belly, and jelly rolls on his biceps squished into his breast fat as he brought bite after bite to his mouth.

The way that his stomach was constantly stretched and weighed down with food kept stimulating him in an arousing way. He loved when anything touched his plump, sensitive belly, and he actually wanted to be prodded and squeezed in exams. He surprised himself by realizing that he longed for his belly to swell and press up against the table after a huge meal. He wanted to have to squeeze through doors and tight spaces, and to have his doughy fat squished and compressed.

The best part of it all was Johannika. She stayed busy, but she almost never missed a meal with him. As he grew, he became increasingly irresistible to her, and she took every opportunity to touch him and squeeze his fat. Around the time that he went from chubby to officially fat, he found a change on his schedule for the day: celebration dinner, in his quarters. He hurried back after his shift, and was greeted at the door with a kiss and big squeezing hug by Jo, and a spread of many of his favorite foods on a dining table. Or rather, the best facsimile that they could do of those foods with only the food printers in the dining hall, and no real cook or proper ingredients. He kissed her hungrily and folded her into his massive arms, pressing her tightly into his fat belly. "Do I finally meet your approval?" he whispered, half joking. "You're more than I ever imagined," she replied breathlessly, running her hands between his rolls and pulling herself deeper into his fat with her hard muscles.

She let go when she started to feel light-headed, and then led him by the hand over to the table. It contained all of the fattening treats that made him want to stuff himself silly. A huge, meat-covered pizza, a heaping platter of carbonara, plates of cream-filled donuts and chocolate-covered cookies and cannoli, a bowl of caramel pudding, and a gallon of rum raisin on ice, with a pitcher of syrupy beer. She'd really been paying attention to his most gluttonous cravings, and tried to deliver all of his recent desires on one table. He squeezed into the tiny bathroom to change into some looser off-duty clothing, and then sat down to eat. She sat next to him and stood to get him the next delectable item to eat each time he finished a dish, but mostly just squeezed and massaged his expanding stomach, working an oil into it to help with elasticity. Her hands occasionally roamed down to his lovehandles or thighs, or up to his chest, which was being pushed up by his swelling belly.

He ate for what felt like hours, although he polished everything off much quicker than that, stuffing himself taut as a drum before he had an opportunity to feel too full. Drunk on food and beer, he stood with considerable difficulty, wrapping both arms under his sloshing globe of a stomach as he waddled to bed and let his pants slide off. He had to take care in laying down, as he felt like he might pop, but he also felt too heavy to stand. This was the biggest he'd ever been, by far. He was dimly aware of Jo taking measurements and 3D images of him, as he lay there weighed down by what he guessed was 20 pounds of food, packed into one massively round gut. He reached down to rub it, and found that he was just a ball at the moment, his fat rolls having been pushed out, stretched to their max. His belly button was protruding a little, not quite an outie, and he dreamily looked forward to the day when he'd stretch his pudgy fingers as far as he could over his belly, and no longer be able to reach his navel. He was thankful for the oiling, because he was sure that fresh stretch marks were forming all over him right now. Never had he thought before in all his days at the Academy that one day he'd be a beached whale on a bed, and it'd both be part of his job and his relationship with a beautiful woman.

He felt the pressure on his abdomen increasing. Something was squeezing him around his hips. He lifted his head and looked past the horizon of his huge gut to see Jo, straddling him while massaging the underside of his belly apron, although it was more of a hemisphere than an apron right now. He groaned, overcome with pleasure, and moved his hips, lifting her rhythmically. He can hear her panting and moaning along with the motion, and it drove him wild. "Oh, very good," she manages between gasps of breath. "I just need a genetic sample from you, now." He complies, tensing and releasing in an explosion of pleasure. Deliriously, he feels her burying her fingers in his thighs, and then working her hands up his body to his chest, where she lays her head, finally sharing a bed with him as he drifts off.
 
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The Ship's Engineer, Chapter 4: The Assistant, Part 1

That was the first of many similar nights to come, not always with the limit-pushing feeding session, but often with her eagerly lifting his belly apron to mount him and then squeezing its jiggling mass between her legs, attaining a unique and very pleasurable kind of stimulation from this, or he'd be the one hoisting up his hanging pannus, pushing her muscular legs apart with his own thick thigh rolls, and then gently dropping that belly across her, watching it steadily creep forward to cover more of her hips and then her concave stomach as the days progressed.

Had he thought before that he'd never been happier? He definitely couldn't imagine being any happier, now.

He also loved his work shifts. Keeping this little ship running smoothly was fun. The only problem was that it was indeed little. At first, he'd been very active, doing almost all of the labor himself. It was a tight squeeze because of his height and big frame, but he was able to fit into most of the access ports and work on almost anything. Knowing that'd one day change, he did as much preventative maintenance as he could early on. Before he knew it, he was having to suck in and lift to get his round gut through tight crevices, and he had some close calls with getting his wide backside stuck fast in some small openings.

Then, it happened. His assistant, Grace, a slight and dark-haired young woman of barely five feet height and under 100 pounds, had been checking an access tunnel when she happened upon a very fat, very stuck bottom half, his corpulent butt and thighs jiggling through his snug coveralls as he attempted to work himself free. He'd been too embarrassed at his stupidity in pushing his luck with his growing girth, and hadn't wanted to call for help. He was startled when he felt a small hand on his leg, and then heard a muffled voice asking if she could help him. Sweat was pouring down his back from the exertion, making things more embarrassing as the fabric clung to his skin, and the clamminess wasn't helping him to get unstuck. Well, he'd either have to accept some help, or wait here a few days while he lost some weight, but then Jo would worry about him missing meal time and fret over the setback in his gains. There was only one realistic option, so he assented.

Grace fetched some thin sheets of metal and slowly worked them between the frame of the opening and the rolls of fat encircling his hips. He hated to admit it in this situation, but he loved her grabbing and squeezing his fat in the process, and how squished his doughy body felt once the metal sheets were wedged in. He was secretly thrilled at getting a little stuck, at feeling so big and feeling the pressure on his growing rolls, and he knew this was the real reason that he'd kept pushing his luck until it was too much for him to get out of this time. Then, Grace poured some oil over his stuck flab and worked it in, which felt heavenly. He felt guilty for enjoying this. He was snapped back to attention by hearing her muffled voice again, and he braced his arms and legs, pushing with all of his considerable strength. Grace also wrapped her thin arms around a thigh that was as big as she was, and pulled. Slowly, and then all at once, he slid free, falling into her and pinning her against the wall.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" he cried. She didn't speak, seeming dazed as she lay squashed between the wall and the widest part of hips. It was barely any wider in this part of the tunnel than the one in which he'd been stuck, so there wasn't much that he could do. At least that part of him was very doughy and compressible, so she should be able to breath. "I'm going to back out slowly, alright? Just hang on." He began backing out of the tunnel, trying to keep his weight pressed to the opposite wall. Thanks to his already greased hips, he was able to slide past without too much friction. He tried to suck in his huge, hanging belly as it passed, but that didn't do much good thanks to gravity weighing it down so that it kissed the floor. Then his pendulous moobs pushed past, and she was free. He turned his chubby head to look at her, desperate to see if she was alright. She simply stared back, looking stunned, most of her front covered in oil. "Grace, I'm so sorry," he panted. "Look, I'm just going to get out of here, and see if I can help you out. Are you hurt?"

He wiggled his bulk to squeeze out of the tunnel exit, and then stuck his arm back in to try to help her out. She meekly took his hand, and he hauled her out, standing her against the wall outside. It looked like she was in shock, and he worried that she'd been seriously injured, so wasting no more time, he scooped her up into his arms, smushing her between fat breasts, belly, and bicep rolls, and carried her down to the medical bay as fast as his jiggling thighs could brush past each other.

When they arrived, Johannika gaped at them briefly, then sighed. She gestured for him to place her on the diagnostic table, and then started up an automated exam algorithm that was calibrated specifically for detecting crushing injuries. She could already guess what had happened, based upon the likely scenarios and the state of them. This was one of the few times that Bjorn had ever seen Jo looking annoyed, and it intensified his guilt. He was already swearing in his head that he'd never gain another pound, because he was so big that he was hurting his crewmates accidentally.

"I'm sorry, I won't--" he started, but Jo gestured for him to be silent. "She's probably fine," Jo snapped. "You didn't hurt her. However, you could've been hurt. I've told you to stop trying to do so much, stop trying to squeeze into any tight spaces. On the job at your size, your fat ass should be permanently planted in an extra-wide chair, a donut in one hand and coffee in the other, and you should be delegating every single task." He was surprised, and a little aroused, but said nothing.

The diagnostic finished, and Jo nodded curtly. "Yes, she's physically fine. Maybe surprised or embarrassed," Jo flipped through the diagnostic charts on the screen by the exam table, and stopped at the circulation chart, frowning at it, but then turned the machine off without comment. "Grace, go rest and relax however you see fit, and spend the remainder of the day on call just in case there's an emergency." Jo turned to Bjorn, and motioned him over while she pulled out a paper pad and scribbled on it. "You, take this prescription." Bjorn took a folded piece of paper from her, and watched as Grace slowly slid from the table and then walked out, still in a daze. Then he read the paper and frowned. "Take a shower and eat a stack of pizzas in bed," was the prescription. "Jo--" he started again, but she placed a hand to his mouth. "Follow those instructions. Now. The delivery girl will be arriving soon, so go on," she gave the side of his massive rear a hard smack, sending most of his torso jiggling. Knowing that she wouldn't listen, he turned and left.

Back in their quarters, he squeezed himself into the shower. He had to suck in his gut to fit through the door, and he kept bumping into the walls inside, where it was barely big enough for him to maneuver around to get clean. If he gained much more, he'd have to start using the larger shower in the med bay. It was a good time for him to stop and lose a little, if he could. Grease and sweat cleaned off, he slid back out, dried with an extra-large towel, and dressed in his last set of civvies that fit -- barely. The others had all either ripped or become hopelessly outgrown.

When he came out, Jo was waiting on the sofa. She beckoned him over, and leaned back, laying her arms across the top of the backrest. "Turn around and sit on me," she ordered. Bjorn opened his mouth to protest, and she cut him off again. "I know exactly how much you weigh. 464 today, more than 300 pounds heavier than me. Yes, it's a lot of weight, but only if concentrated all in one spot. Don't stand on anyone, but you won't hurt me by sitting on me. Fat isn't dense, and you're over half fat. The weight will be spread out enough that it won't hurt. Just don't sit on me for long. Trust me, I know what I'm doing." She gestured for him to turn, and reluctantly, he did. One of his cheeks was about as wide as Jo was, and he took up over half of the sofa. Slowly, he backed up, and sat down on her lap as gently as he could at his size.

He could feel her hard body tense under him, her legs getting brushed by his hanging belly, between his soft thighs. She buried her arms deep into the stacks of rolls on his sides, and squeezed tightly. "I'm fine," she said, but her voice came out a little strained and breathless. He remained as still as he could, feeling her massage what she could reach of his sides for a few moments, and then she gave him a good smack. "Alright, up. My circulation will get cut off if we go too long." He rose quickly, and turned to see her face was beet red, but she was grinning. "Now, facing me, straddle me and sit."

He braced himself against the back of the sofa, his belly brushing her face now, and climbed up. He cautiously lowered down on to her, squashing her between the sofa and over 100 pounds of his doughy ventral abdomen. She was almost fully buried under a waistline that exceeded her arm span by over a foot. Her thighs, smaller than his calves, were squeezed between his legs. He felt her tense up and struggle to move, barely able to wriggle under him. She kneaded his lower belly with her hands, but otherwise was too still for his liking. Afraid that he wouldn't know if she were suffocating, he struggled back up and off after a moment, to find her gasping for breath and disheveled, but looking like a woman who'd just been thoroughly pleasured. This was the most that he'd ever seen her smile.

He helped her up, and she staggered to the bed, falling back on to it. "Are you alright? Can I get you something?" he asked, but instead of getting an answer, she waved him over. "On the bed, on all fours," she said. He knew what was coming, and climbed on. His hanging fat made thorough contact with the bed surface as his hands and knees sank into it. Starting next to her, he put a hand on her other side, and then a knee between her thighs, and then to the other side of it, dragging his belly across her curves. He bent his arms a little, sinking lower on top of her, his soft bulk splaying out all around her torso. His moobs surrounded her head. With everything above her thighs cocooned in softness, she could barely move, barely breath, but after a moment, he felt her spasm in ecstasy under him. It was an amazing sensation, feeling someone struggle to writhe under a few feet and a few hundred pounds of his blubber.

He moved off again, and she arched her back and gasped hard, but in pleasure rather than distress. He laid on his side next to her, watching as she caught her breath. After a while, she reached out a hand to jiggle the fat belly that was spread out next to her. "See," she panted. "Didn't hurt me. At all." She laughed joyfully, then got to her feet. "Now, about that prescription." She walked to the table, where there was the promised stack of pizza boxes. She brought one back to the bed, and kneeled next to his head. "Eat. You'll feel much better," she said softly, bringing a slice to his mouth. He ate without hesitation, all thoughts of no longer gaining wiped from his mind. A big grin returned to Jo's face as she continued feeding with one hand and massaging what she could reach of his upper torso with the other. This was exactly what she'd intended, to shake off any guilt or worry from his traumatic scare right away, before any thoughts of weight loss had a chance to settle in his head. No other thoughts on his mind except the sensations in his taste buds and the memory of Jo in ecstasy under his fat, he ate one pizza, and then another, and another.

He slowed down on the fourth one, his stomach now rising and becoming visibly swollen, no longer so splayed out on the bed. However, he didn't stop any time soon. He longed for that ache of being overstuffed, overstretched, to fully wipe anything from his mind except his expanding belly. He ate his way through a fourth and a fifth, and then groaning, rolled on to his back, feeling the pressure and weight of all of that food in his gut. Jo placed another pizza box on the incline of his mountain of a belly, and coaxed more into him. He was tiring of chewing, but didn't want to stop while any food was in his sight. Filled to the brim, unable to move, feeling like he simply couldn't fit another bite down his esophagus, he finally moaned for her to stop after the sixth, and dozed off while she cleaned up the boxes and left him a pitcher of water at the bedside, for when he awoke. She worked some oil into the curves of his spherical belly, and then left him to sleep peacefully, while she went back to work.
 
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The Ship's Engineer, Chapter 4: The Assistant, Part 2

Bjorn awoke early the next morning, after a good 14 hours of sleep, parched but still very stuffed. He hydrated, dressed in his largest uniform (snug again, but weren't they always?), and went for his routine exam. Unsurprisingly, a few pounds heavier and a few inches rounder, with a good amount of pizza and liquid still sloshing in his gut. He waddled to the dining hall, where he had lately been dwarfing the seats. His thighs barely fit under the table, which pressed into his belly so much that it looked like the table was getting devoured, and a good quarter of him stuck out to either side and spilled over the chair. Still, he dutifully went to squeeze himself in for breakfast, but Johannika stopped him and pointed to the corner. There, reserved for him, was an extra-wide and deep bench seat, and a taller table. He chuckled as he went to settle into it, now able to eat with his belly hanging down comfortably, rather than pressed into a table, and no longer feeling as if he's balancing on a child-size chair. He stuffed in as much pancakes, bacon, and juice as he could comfortably manage, then waddled back up to work.

He stopped short as he reached his terminal in Engineering. On the desk was a plate piled high with a variety of donuts, and a liter mug of coffee. Next to it, replacing his old work stool, was a double-wide executive chair, with adjustable arm rests. He looked around, and saw Grace nearby, beaming at him. He sighed, knowing that he'd miss being more active, but resigning himself to filling his new role with relish: the fat boss. He grabbed a donut, then plopped his fat ass into the chair, as instructed. Resting one hand on the slope of his belly, he took a bite of his donut, then motioned Grace over with it. Time to learn how to delegate. He didn't leave the chair all day, except for his meal and snack breaks, although they were hardly necessary as he now had endless donuts, with the staff keeping his plate full. It helped to take his mind off of his embarrassment at just sitting there, supervising and ordering others around. By the end of the day when Jo stopped in to check on him, he was reclining back in the sturdy seat, plate resting on the shelf of his growing stomach, donut in one hand and coffee in the other.

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A few more days, and an increasing number of pounds later, Bjorn came back from his lunch break to find that Grace wasn't there. They usually took staggered breaks in case there was something urgent that came up, so that was unusual. He was just in the process of settling his wide load down into his seat, when he heard a yell from the nearby engine room. He hurried over, and was surprised to see Grace, attempting to hold a section of pipe together while reaching for a spanner that'd fallen between a console and a heavy storage crate nearby. "Grace, what's happened?!" He rushed to her, and she gestured desperately for the wrench, "Could you--" she said in a strained voice, as she struggled to hold up the pipe over her head. Without thinking, he leaned over into the space, stretching for the spanner that was just beyond his fingertips -- then falling and becoming wedged in fast, one arm and two legs stuck under him. He groaned at his own stupidity, having underestimated his size and overestimated his abilities again, and now at a horrible time.

Grace removed her backup spanner from her coverall pocket, and replaced the nut and bolt in the clamp that was securing the pipe together, and turned the shutoff valve for it back on. There'd never been any danger. She stepped up behind the struggling Bjorn. Suddenly, he felt something very strange and unexpected: her tiny hands groping the huge globes of his ass. "What--" he startled, and struggled harder, only wedging himself in deeper. Ever a naive one, he panted, "Grace, that won't get me unstuck. Get the PalletLev and see if you can move this," he shoved his weight against the crate, barely budging it, but at least shifting himself so that one hand touched the floor, better bracing himself.

He continued feeling a hand sinking into his flesh, and then it was gone. He saw her workboots appear in front of him, and then she sat down in front of him. He felt her hands reaching under his chest, feeling him up for a moment. "I don't think that you can move me," he was now getting annoyed. He heard her giggling and shifting around, then suddenly, she was sliding under him headfirst, lifting his heavy belly and pulling herself under it. "What are you doing, that can't possibly help," he started again, then stopped cold as he felt her hands pushing into the tight space between his pannus and thighs. Reality washed over him. Suddenly, he knew what Johannika had been looking at on Grace's circulation chart: she'd been aroused when he'd accidentally crushed her. Jo had been too polite, kind, or understanding to mention anything to the young woman about it. Now, she was trying to recreate that experience.

"Grace!" He grunted and shoved his hip hard against the crate, putting most of his considerable weight into it. This time, it moved enough that he could get his other arm into the gap, and now put his shoulders into it. Another big shove, and he was free enough to crawl backwards out of the space, and then use the crate to pull himself to his feet. There lay Grace in the space that he'd just occupied, uniform and hair ruffled, and smiling. She looked at him upside down with lustful eyes, put a shushing finger to her lips, and giggled.

"I can't believe you'd do this, betraying coworker trust. That could've gone very wrong! Don't do anything like it again," he ordered, then stumbled out, collapsing into his chair. He went over everything that'd just happened, and possible courses of action. He didn't want to lose Grace as a coworker, because she was normally quite competent and serious, but it was as if something in her had snapped. He couldn't risk a repeat. There was no-one that he could talk to about this other than Jo. Exhausted, he pushed himself back to his feet, and went to find her in her med bay office, where he recounted everything.

Jo held her head in her hands. "I actually expected this, and should've warned you, but didn't want to embarrass her, in case I was wrong," she sighed. "I also suspected that we might see this in more of the crew. You're one of a kind, literally a huge temptation, right there" she held her hand toward him, miming squishing his fat, "And present an unique appeal to people who may have these latent desires similar to mine. Maybe they'd never even thought about it before, because they never saw someone even approaching your size. Anyway, the squashing incident may have triggered Grace, and now you present an irresistible superstimulus to her, driving her to follow her instincts with abandon." She stared down, frowning. He blushed bright red, but said nothing.

He'd never before seen Jo at a loss as for what to do. She thought hard for a few moments, then nodded as she made up her mind. "I chose her for this mission and to assist you for a reason. She is a good worker, and a good match for the job. I can't reassign her. However," a smile crept across her lips. "The best course of action would be to compromise by giving her what she wants."

Bjorn was taken aback. "Johannika, you know how I feel about you. I can't just--and you said there might be other crew who become infatuated, I can't do this for everyone--and I don't know if I could look at her again--" Jo raised her palm. "Hear me out, because it's not as bad as you think. And you won't have to do it for everyone. Try it once, for me," she smiled slyly. "I'll definitely enjoy watching."

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And that was how, late that night, he found himself standing in the med bay gulping down a pitcher of milkshake in one hand and greedily chomping into a slice of cheesecake in his other, his belly apron spread out across an exam table, with a very pleased Grace pinned underneath. The heavy food was both an attempt to add weight to his belly and to give him a distraction, but although he wouldn't admit it, he was getting some enjoyment from using his belly to squash someone, even platonically. He drained one pitcher, and it was immediately swapped for another by Jo, who was supervising from a short distance away. "You'll have to do this for me next," she whispered in his ear, and squeezed his hip. When he'd finished a gallon of shake and the entire cheesecake, he ran his hands down his sides, jiggling and hefting his rolls. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hoist up his belly, and he thrilled at the thought that the day when he couldn't reach his navel was coming soon. Jo lowered the exam table, and he now felt the full weight of the food as his stomach hung down again. He backed up, heavily sinking on to another table nearby, his behind almost as wide as its surface.

"Alright, time to go. Remember, don't tell anyone, or it'll never happen again," Jo took Grace's arm and helped her up. "Yes, sir," she said, once again leaving in a daze. Jo watched her go, then raised an eyebrow at Bjorn. "My turn?"

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The next day, Bjorn waddled slowly to Engineering. He was flustered at the idea of seeing Grace again after last night, but had no choice. When he arrived, she wasn't in sight. He sighed in relief, and sunk into his chair. He noticed his usual plate of donuts was already there, and his eye was drawn to a partially opened desk drawer under it. He peeked inside, then pulled out a homemade candy bar with a note under it. "Don't tell anyone," it read. Giving in to his instinct to gain had awakened an irrepressible reflex to always eat any food placed in front of him, and so he devoured the delicious chocolate without hesitation. He looked up to see Grace watching him from the doorway with a smile, and he actually smiled back, his heart warmed and beginning to feel some endearment toward her over their shared discoveries about themselves. From then on, there was often a secret treat like that in his desk. Grace knew how to show him that she cared. Of course, he did tell Jo about the candies, but not the source, since she kept an exacting record of his intake, and he didn't want to ruin her experiment. He insisted that he was giving in to the urge to cheat on the tightly-controlled diet that she set for him, but Jo knew better.
 

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Excellent story! Excited to see where this goes and any other stories you have brewing! How I’d love to be Grace in that situation.
 
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Update:

I finished up the other story that I had mentioned at the beginning of this week, but now it's the end of the week and it still hasn't been posted. No reason given, it's simply not published and sitting in a queue. I understand that mods are probably busy and won't bother them.

As a result, although I prefer to use Dimensions, I'm posting that story over on Fantasy Feeder and will continue to do this should this happen again in the future.

Thanks for reading and please share if you know anyone else who might like it.

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I finished up the other story that I had mentioned at the beginning of this week, but now it's the end of the week and it still hasn't been posted. No reason given, it's simply not published and sitting in a queue. I understand that mods are probably busy and won't bother them.

As a result, although I prefer to use Dimensions, I'm posting that story over on Fantasy Feeder and will continue to do this should this happen again in the future.

Thanks for reading and please share if you know anyone else who might like it.

Unfortunately, I can't post a link to it.
TradWifeFeeder - please accept my sincere apologies that this happened.

For some to me unknown reason - as an absolutely non-technical person - your story posting was automatically moderated as spam match (even though you've already successfully posted another story here) and moved to the moderation queue.

Since Dims has a dedicated Library "Waiting Room" for all story submissions with some sort of issue, I rarely ever check the moderation queue, since the posts there almost never are from the Library.

So this was the reason your new story didn't show immediately.
I have now approved it and will try to find out, what the exact problem was.

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TradWifeFeeder - please accept my sincere apologies that this happened.

For some to me unknown reason - as an absolutely non-technical person - your story posting was automatically moderated as spam match (even though you've already successfully posted another story here) and moved to the moderation queue.

Since Dims has a dedicated Library "Waiting Room" for all story submissions with some sort of issue, I rarely ever check the moderation queue, since the posts there almost never are from the Library.

So this was the reason your new story didn't show immediately.
I have now approved it and will try to find out, what the exact problem was.

Should this happen again, please just send me a PM right away.
Thank you for the explanation and response, and I understand! I'm also glad that I now know who to contact.
 
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The Ship's Engineer, Chapter 5: The Space Station, Part 1

Johannika wrapped her arms around Bjorn from behind, or at least attempted it, as they stood together in the med bay bathroom. It was the only one on the ship in which he could still fit, as it was larger to accommodate any equipment or assistance which might be needed. Bjorn was starting to wonder if his gaining wouldn't plateau before he got to that point. Jo buried herself in his wide rolls of back fat, and still her arms barely reached half-way along his sides, coming nowhere near the front of his abdomen. The sitting-diameter of his belly must be about a meter, and it seemed extra large and pendulous even for his weight. Staying constantly stuffed and gaining so rapidly would do that, Jo said. She had just finished the morning's measurements, and he'd passed a new milestone of a quarter-ton, now weighing 501 pounds. He had continually gained over a pound per day as he'd become more sedentary, but his appetite only grew. Jo had him taking supplements and keeping up his weightlifting habit in the gym to help him support his growing body, and although he'd continued making muscle gains, his fat mass far outweighed them at this point. Occasional worries flitted across his mind as he felt himself outgrowing everything around him, but he still didn't feel like slowing down. He was always hungry, and hungry to see the changes in his body as he kept expanding. He had this profound sense that this was how he was meant to be, that he was growing into himself.

"We should celebrate," Jo said. "We'll be arriving at another station, soon. Border Xi is our name for it. It's going to be the first one at which we stop outside of Empire territory, so it'll be different. We should go have some fun. Plus, I need someone big and brawny to protect me." Over the previous months, they'd already made several supply stops at Empire outposts. Bjorn hadn't spent much time at any of them, only disembarking to look after the requisition of what supplies Engineering needed for maintenance. Those stations had been small and utilitarian, with only a few personnel around to gawk at him. The upcoming one would be much, much different, full of strange peoples and creatures, and bustling with commerce, much of it focused on exotic pleasures. He didn't really know what to expect. "It'll break up the daily routine that we have around here," Jo went on, "And perhaps you'll find something new and tasty to enjoy. Just be cautious and let me take a look at anything before you put it in here, though," she jiggled and rubbed what she could reach of his heavy paunch. "You don't want to risk coming in contact with something that might be an allergen or poison. You'll likely meet some creatures with very different physiology, who can eat some strange things that we can't."

Was she ever right. After about 4 months spent either on their vessel or on brief supply runs, this station felt truly expansive. From their spacedock walkway, he followed Jo and some of the other crew out. "Buy some supplies first, but have fun," she told them as she made sure that each had a chip loaded with the station's currency. "We can spend up to a couple of days here, and it'll be a while before we get another break. Check in with me often over private channels." Standing near a main pedestrian thoroughfare, Bjorn was already sensing a mixture of different humanoids stopping to rubberneck at him, causing a slowdown in the traffic pattern. Even among the diverse lifeforms that were passing by, he was still conspicuously huge enough to draw a sizeable audience. As the crew split up, he waddled close behind Jo and one other officer who were heading to the main market. They didn't do much to hide him as he was wider than both put together, however. He glanced over his shoulder to see beings that they passed stopping to ogle his jiggling backside.

The market went on for over a mile, completely filling one deck of the station. This was the farthest that Bjorn had walked at once in months, and he was really feeling the full weight of the 200 pounds that he'd put on in that time. He was sweating the most that he had since that time getting stuck in the maintenance access. On their way to the section of the market with the more necessary goods, they were passing through corridor after corridor of impulsive temptations. He started falling behind, and then intentionally slowing down to take a look at stalls that appeared to be hawking food, or at least food-like substances. It occurred to him that this was also the first time in months that the fare in front of him wasn't placed there for his immediate enjoyment, and this was causing a strange yearning in him. Maybe he should've pre-emptively filled his stomach more before boarding the station, but then that might've made it even more difficult for him to walk this far. Unconsciously, he fished in his coverall pocket for his chip card as he went up to a stand that was displaying stacks of some sort of sticky, gelatinous spheres in various colors. He couldn't imagine what they might taste like, but he was oddly eager to find out. There was a tray of what appeared to be samples, just sitting there on the counter.

"Hey!" He felt Jo digging her fingers into the thick fat roll above his elbow, struggling to draw him back. He walked on toward the stand anyway, and she bounced against his side as she was pulled along. "Bjorn! We need to do some other shopping, first. And no unknown foods, remember?" He finally stopped in front of the counter, his belly tantalizingly close to the sample tray. His mouth watered as he imagined emptying the entire thing into his mouth. He finally became conscious of the fact that several reptiloid creatures were behind the counter, beckoning him with clawed hands and talking to each other in their guttural language, and this brought him out of his preoccupation with the thought of food. He looked over at Jo, tugging at his chunky bicep, and then turned to follow her. "Here, I didn't realize you were so sweaty. Let's get you a drink and then go on, alright? Food later." She took his hand and led him onward to another stall that, to his surprise, carried a recognizable brand of soft drink in liter bottles, and then they went onward at a slower pace as he gulped the drink down. More stalls tried to catch his attention with free samples, and he had to focus on Jo's hand in his as they kept going. Behind them, a couple of the reptiloids left the sticky treat stall, and trailed far behind, watching in fascination.

Jo and Bjorn finally emerged into a cavernous hall that seemed to be the center of both the station and the market. They wandered around together, trying to make out where to go based on the pictographic signage. After a while, they found some shops with ship repair supplies, and with the aid of a translation device, Bjorn made his purchases as quickly as he could. His legs and back were aching from not having sat for so long. Jo could tell that he was shaking from the effort of standing, and so when he finished up his final purchase and gave the shop their dock number for delivery, she again took Bjorn's hand and led him back to a dark, quiet restaurant that they'd passed near the entrance to the hall. "I've got to get supplies as well, but wait here," she told him, rubbing her hand over the layers of fat that draped his back. He grabbed her with one arm and squished her into his damp side. "I'd rather not separate, but I can tell that you need a break. Rest here for a while. I saw that this place is supposed to have human food. Wait for me at a table, and when I get back in a little bit, we can have lunch, and then if you're up for it, go do some grazing around the bazaar, hm?" She stood up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then slid out from under his arm and headed off before he, in his exhausted state, realized what was going on. He thought for a moment of going after her, but she'd already disappeared and he didn't think that his waddling was coordinated enough to catch up. Best to just wait where she knew to find him, although he did worry about her going off alone.

It was just now getting to be lunchtime, and the restaurant was almost empty and seemed to still be preparing for opening, but the apparent proprietor of it waved Bjorn in from the entrance anyway. The joint did indeed appear to have food that was at least inspired by human food, and it was run by a male who looked vaguely humanish. He looked at the selection of various sizes and styles of seats that they had for customers of varying physiology, but none were quite Bjorn's size. The proprietor improvised by grabbing four of the lower, backless stools, and lashed them together to form one larger seat. He struggled to pick it up, so Bjorn grabbed it for him, and holding it to his side, waddled over to a table in a far back corner and set the makeshift stool down against a wall, where he then had a seat. Big as it was, he still felt his backside overflowing the edges of it. At least he could rest for now. He looked around the room, dim and moodlit, and could faintly make out a couple in the opposite corner, who didn't seem to be paying him any mind. Bjorn leaned back, noting that his ass was getting so fat that he had to lean further than expected in order to rest his shoulders against the wall. He stretched out his legs, bumping the table with his meaty thighs that barely fit under it.

The proprietor stepped outside to change the signage, then disappeared into the back, and a similar-looking server appeared. Bjorn expected to be brought some kind of menu, but instead, a drink was simply set in front of him, before the server hurried back behind the main bar. "Oh, um," Bjorn picked up the drink and looked it over dubiously. It looked and smelled familiar, like something that he'd enjoyed a lifetime ago on Earth. It had an unnatural, neon color, and smelled of artificial fruit flavors. Unable to wait or to resist the temptation in front of him, and continually compelled to eat anything he could, he took a cautious taste. It was overly sweet -- not that he'd ever complain, he thought as he rested a hand on the top slope of his belly -- but also bitter, like an aperitif. It was off-putting at first, but refreshing as he drank more of it. He drained the glass. The server watched him, and then after a few moments, made another and brought it over. In Bjorn's fat hands, the glass looked small; he quickly gulped it down again. The server now looked a little annoyed at how rapidly the drink was gone, but he shrugged, found a bigger mug, and made another. From a food warmer on the counter, he also grabbed a plate of something that resembled stale, fried pub food, and fussed over it for a minute, adding some sauce that he whipped up. He carried both over to Bjorn, bowed, and then went into the back. Now this is what he needed, Bjorn thought. He tried the sauce-coated tidbits on the plate in between swallows of the drink. Oddly, they had the same kind of flavor as the drink, and it tasted much more strange on the food. However, he was helpless against that compulsion to eat or drink anything set before him, and he didn't take long to polish off everything.

Bjorn looked to see if the server would come back out after he loudly smacked the big glass mug down onto the tabletop. He rubbed the sides of his aching stomach. It felt strange. Was he having hunger pains? No, it was something else. He was feeling strange all over. Could this be an allergic reaction, as Jo had warned him about? He started to say something, but suddenly couldn't catch his breath to do so. He tried to stand, and abruptly fell forward like a quarter-ton sack of jelly, flattening the metal table in front of him, as the legs collapsed under his weight. He blacked out, laying on his splayed-out belly. The last thing that he could sense was that several creatures were rushing around him, grabbing at his hefty limbs, and struggling to drag him away.
 
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The Ship's Engineer, Chapter 5: The Space Station, Part 2

Bjorn slowly regained awareness, as if coming out of a dream which he couldn't remember. He thought that he could make out the ceiling of another dimly lit room, this one smaller. He was laying on his back, with the small mountain of blubber that was his stomach taking up part of the horizon of what he could see in this position. Around him were piles of various boxes, stacked in a cube of a room, so most likely some kind of storage closet. He couldn't make out a door from where he was. It was difficult to move, as if he'd been laying in the same position for some time. He decided to keep still until he was aware of what was going on. Hazy memories of the drinks and bar food were coming back to him. At least he felt fine other than some small aches, so he probably hadn't been poisoned, but just drugged. Although he had no idea where he was or how bad things might get. I need to regain some self-control so that my appetite doesn't keep getting me in trouble, he thought.

He listened and stared upward, not knowing how many minutes passed. It was quiet, giving him no clues. Was he still on the station? A ship? Unlikely that a ship would be running so silently, but maybe it was floating somewhere to evade detection. Finally, he heard a door sliding open and saw a light briefly flash across the ceiling. Someone had entered from around the corner of one of the big box piles. He closed his eyes and waited. He could barely hear the swish of fabric as someone moved next to him, and after a moment, he was prodded in his thick neck with something cold and metallic. Someone checking to see if he were still out, perhaps. A scan would soon say that he wasn't. He had to act, and quickly. But could he be quick enough at his size?

He swung his arm up and grabbed for whatever was prodding him, and snapped his eyes open. He'd gotten hold of the sleeve of a very startled-looking creature, which squawked in surprise and dropped the medical scanner. Bjorn held fast as the alien tried to pull away, and struggled to use his other arm to roll himself over to a position from which he could try to stand. It was a slower and more difficult maneuver than he'd anticipated; even with his doughy flab trapped inside the coveralls, his belly made it hard for him to get his knees under him, and its jiggling mass hung down so heavily that he was too slow to push up from the ground in time. The creature was a little smaller than human size, and apparently not strong enough to rip free of Bjorn's grip, but it reached with its free hand for what Bjorn assumed was some kind of stunning device that hung at its waist. Having made it to a kneeling position, Bjorn lunged forward and grabbed at the creature with his other hand, getting hold of its other thin arm, and slamming them into some nearby boxes that crumpled from the impact. It made pained sounds as both fell to the hard floor, and Bjorn landed heavily on top, the creature getting the full impact of most of his 500 pounds as it smacked into the ground.

With the being helplessly pinned under hundreds of pounds of fat rolls that spread out under him, Bjorn was able to let go of one of its arms and feel around under his flab for the stunner. The alien was dazed, the breath either knocked or squeezed out of it. Bjorn finally got a better look, and recognized it as one of the reptiloids that had tempted him with the sweet dessert earlier. He released its other arm, and grunting with the effort, pushed himself up so that he was in more of a kneeling position, with the much smaller creature squished between bulky thighs that were each wider than it, and Bjorn's lower abdomen still pinning down its torso as he leaned over it. He fished in the chest pocket of his coveralls for the translator he'd used earlier, and was thankful that it still worked. He eased up his weight to give the reptiloid some room to breath.

"Are others coming?" Bjorn asked. "Soon," it softly wheezed. Better get this over quickly, he thought. "Why did you bring me here?" he snapped. Not getting an immediate answer, Bjorn started to lower his bulk back down, threatening to smother it with a few feet of flabby belly. It coughed and quickly sputtered, "Ransom or sell. Fat means rich, also curiosity. Get big price for you some way. But hard to move." Bjorn frowned at this. He hadn't realized before that, not only was he conspicuous, but he'd become a target. Fortunately, he was so big of a target that it seemed he'd been harder to take than they'd anticipated. They probably didn't get the drug dosage right due to his bulk, and hadn't expected him to wake so soon, before they could find a way to dispose of someone so big. He really was going to have to start being a lot more careful, because he may have been fortunate this time. "Where are we?" he started to ask, but then heard the sound of the door hidden behind the boxes opening again.

Bjorn dropped the translator and started trying to struggle to his feet, but again, his belly was getting in the way of his thick thighs, and his aching muscles were slow to lift his bulk. By the time he was upright, the other reptiloid had rushed behind him, and Bjorn felt a sharp pain as something stabbed him in one humongous ass cheek. He whirled around, striking blindly, and knocking that creature against some crates as it dropped a weapon on the floor with a plastic clatter. He took a couple of heavy steps toward the reptile, and put his free hand on its neck, holding it against the sturdy metal container. He moved in closer, again using his mountains of adipose tissue to his advantage, to squash the creature between him and the hard surface, then released his hand. Alarmingly, his leg was starting to go numb. Bjorn felt behind him for whatever was stuck there, his fingertips barely reaching it, and pulled out a tranquilizer dart. He needed to get out of there, quickly. He staggered back, colliding with and partially crushing another stack of boxes. The creature that he'd been pinning crumpled to the ground, not far from the tranquilizer gun that it'd dropped. Bjorn righted himself and stumbled toward the doorway, knocking more storage containers out of the way. He smacked heavily into where he thought the door was, and started feeling for a switch to open it. At about the same time, he felt the sting of another dart hitting his shoulder. The door slid open, and he fell through, his flesh bouncing as he landed on a hard commercial carpet on the other side. He was back in the main room of the restaurant he'd been in earlier.

He heard some exclamations on the other side of the room, and footsteps running to him. He was too exhausted to lift his head, and lay there on the cushion of his belly. Someone plucked the second dart from him, and hands began digging into his fat arms, struggling to lift him. They didn't make much progress. Bjorn was still able to feel one arm, and tried to push up from the floor with it, only managing to roll himself over. He saw Johannika and another crewman of his ship looking down at him in alarm. A few others in uniform were there, station police, who walked passed him into the hidden storage room. He reached upward to Jo, and she fell to her knees next to him. "Trying to kidnap me," he panted. She nodded, taking his hand. Able to relax now, he drifted into partial consciousness, only vaguely aware that a team of medics arrived, strapped him to a portable lift device, and used that to hoist him onto a stretcher.

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Bjorn awoke about an hour later, in the station's infirmary. Jo had been at his side the entire time, watching over his treatment. "You injuries weren't bad, just some bruises and strained muscles and joints. The drugs have all been cleared from your system," she said, standing at his bedside. She slipped her hand into his much beefier one, which made hers look tiny in comparison. "You were probably lucky that your weight and size made it too difficult for them to quickly make off with you, and that it probably helped more than hindered you in the struggle with them. They really underestimated you," she smiled, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "The station authorities are dealing with the kidnappers and with the restaurant that aided them. They'd apparently been following us for a while, anticipated where we might go, and quickly hatched a plan with the crooked restaurateur. He was trying to keep me from searching the place for you, but I felt certain that something had happened to you there, and no witnesses from nearby stands had seen you leaving. The authorities are also very apologetic that this kind of activity was going on under their noses on the station. If you're not too shaken up, they've offered us a complimentary evening at their spa. A private suite with a masseuse, hot tub, and room service. What do you say? Let's not let this ruin our shore-leave here."

Bjorn was discharged from the infirmary, and soon after, he and Jo were situated in a faux-stone room with a large in-ground soaking tub. He found it impressive that such a luxury could actually exist on the station, but it was a sprawling behemoth with a robust infrastructure, several times the size of even the largest ship docked at it. The room was cool, slightly damp, and yet another dimly lit space. However, he felt comfortable with Jo sitting next to him, in a provided bathrobe. He also wore their largest size, although it was tight across the back and upper arms, and didn't come anywhere near closing in the front. Their masseuse entered, took one look at Bjorn, and then returned with some backup, and a sturdier wooden massage table.

He lay on the table, flabby belly spreading beneath him and overflowing the sides, as two women (or women-like beings, anyway) poured copious amounts of oil over the corpulent folds of his back and worked it in. A cart with trays of food was delivered, exotic meat and fruit, and he snacked from these as the masseuses worked first on his back, then on his abundance of belly and moobs. His filling stomach was helping him to forget the day's ordeals, as he fell into a familiar stuffed bliss. Jo relaxed at the edge of the tub, dangling her legs in. She'd declined a massage for herself, instead preferring to watch as Bjorn received his, and the mound of his abdomen swelled upward from his grazing. Afterwards, he slid down from the table and stepped into the hot tub next to her, easing his bulk down carefully, causing such a rise in the water that a deluge flowed out of the tub and into the drains set in the concrete floor. He took up much of the round pool and floated there, so buoyant was his blubbery body that he couldn't quite sit normally on the underwater bench. Jo laughed delightedly and slid into the water next to him, squeezing the underside of his belly as it was suspended in the water, and cozying up against him. "I'm going to do my best to never let you out of my sight again," she sighed, and pressing her body as deeply into his squishy one as she could, kissed him.
 
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NZ Mountain Man

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ion.I love the story. The engineers assistant is going to be competition and she did not even know that she would like him that way in the beginning.
Two girls liking the compression he can bring them. Two girls who like his squishyness. He like being squished. Roll the next chapters out please.
 

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Great story in an unusual setting, and even though it's set mostly in space, no bad jokes about the joys of being fat in 'weightlessness'!
 
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