I wrote something messy and unedited at work here you go
"Like, I was progressive for my time," Nina said. "I didn't fat shame, I didn't feel like any one body type was better than the other it's just..."
"Just a surprise?" Charlie chuckled and kept chopping tomatoes. He was in the kitchen, a kitchen that had been quite the change from what Was used to. Despite the fact they were living in a tiny apartment, the space was all so much wider than usual. The kitchen and living room shared a room but what a room it was!
Plus, the kitchen was equipped with a chair on a rail that could move around from counter to stove to sink to counter, moving up or down as needed.
"Well, yeah, but I more meant-" Nina sighed and paced. "It's just that you guys all need so much help moving, and don't like moving and have so much trouble with it, and I don't really want that."
"Nina." Charlie directed his chair over to the stove top. "I wouldn't need to be a historian to know disabled people existed in your time too. Did you regard them with this much disdain too? Or only if they were fat and lazy?"
Nina blushed with shame. "No! Never! I- oh wow, fuck-"
Charlie laughed good naturedly. "Don't worry about it, no one gets offended by that word anymore. We learned a long time ago that lazy-" he watched as mechanical arms descended from the ceiling and gathered up all the chopped ingredients on his cutting board and added them to the pan with some oil. "-is better. I love being lazy, that's why I invested in the Assist-U."
"Oh. That's what I paid for, huh?" Nina watched the arms twist back up into the ceiling.
"I'm not housing you /just/ for the money," Charlie insisted. "I am still a historian, the money is just a nice bonus."
"Well... I don't want to be some kind of offensive dinosaur, but I'll probably try to stay active."
"If you change your mind and want to make an Assist-U profile, you just let me know," Charlie replied with a sort of knowing calm.
Nina kept trying to fight the future as the days passed, going on jogs and trying to scrap just a bit of her enormous meals onto a smaller plate. For awhile it was enough to make the inevitable weight gain manageable, her tummy softened but that was about it.
However, the beginning of the end happened in a single moment.
"Stoooop!" Nina whined, elbowing Charlie in his soft side and pausing the game. "You're eating them all! It's not fair, you have help!"
Charlie opened his mouth so the Assist-U arms could feed him another handful of cheese curls without him taking his hands off the game controller. "If you're so upset, just make a profile so you can keep up," he chuckled. "I'm hungry and I paid for them, I'm not going to sit around and wait for loading screens to eat like you do."
Nina huffed and looked at the shrinking snacks on the table in front of them. "... fine! Set me up with the arms."
It took a moment to calibrate the Assist-U to her specifications, but eventually she had a full profile and they were back to gaming.
The first time the hand offered her a handful of cheese curls she frowned, feeling like something strangely intimate was happening. The second time it happened she was still chewing and made a sound of distress at being rushed, but by the third time she was used to it.
She kept gaming with Charlie until the sun set and Charlie moved his chair to the kitchen so he could start dinner.
"Oh god..." She groaned and rubbed her distended belly. "Maybe I'll skip dinner, these hands overfed me."
"Did you just call me a /baby?/" Nina sat up and looked over the back of the couch.
Charlie smirked and supervised as the Assist-U chopped vegetables.
She'd only meant to use the arms for gaming, but they became... more and more convenient... and tempting.
Nina yawned and let the Assist-U arms push her upright in bed.
She sat there sleepily as they brushed her hair and teeth and got her changed into new clothes- needing to struggle to fit her shirt over her growing belly- then remained sitting still as the arms lifted her out of bed.
"Soooo... how do you guys get those chairs?" Nina asked casually, leaning on the kitchen counter.
"Mm?" Charlie seemed to come back to himself, and had the hands pause in feeding him. "Our hover chairs? They're provided by the government. You can apply for one. But I thought that would be too /lazy,/" he teased.
"I'm just curious!" Nina huffed and waddled away.
Day by day Nina slipped a little closer to what she'd considered too lazy.
The Assist-U arms got her ready in the morning, put her in her hover chair, she used the hover chair to get around the apartment since she never felt like going out unless Charlie was taking her out to eat, and then she let the arms put her back in bed at the end of the day.
She stopped limiting herself at meals too, mostly because the arms were feeding her so she could blame her overstuffed gut on the arms rather than any personal gluttony.
"You need to calibrate these things to feed me less," she complained after dinner one night.
"I could do that now," Charlie offered.
"Well... wait until after dessert."
The food became an increasing problem.
All day long there were advertisements for sizzling burgers being flipped on grills, salty French fries, crispy breaded chicken...
Charlie liked to eat healthy for meals and save junk food for snacks, and Nina refused to eat junk food more than him, so...
Naturally, she snuck out to get fast food.
And she couldn't let him find out so she had to pretend to be hungry at meals! And it was so much easier to keep packing it in when the arms were doing the feeding for her. She just sat back, closed her eyes, and smiled sleepily at the weight in her belly.
"Charlie!" Nina shouted and grumbled, holding onto the doorframe and trying hard to pull herself through. Her hover chair was making straining sounds and dipping lower as she tried to squeeze herself through the front door. Her fat love handles and wide hips were keeping her stuck right where she was no matter how hard she pulled.
"Oh my god." Charlie floated over. "Okay, take my hands."
She reached out and realized for the first time that her hands were fatter than Charlie's.
She blushed and looked away as Charlie used his chair's power to yank her through the door.
"Owwww..." She whimpered and rubbed her love handles. "Stupid door..."
"That door is above standard," Charlie chuckled. "Just so you know..."
"No! No! Because I'm still the small skinny girl from the past!" Nina insisted.
"Mhmm. Okay." Charlie watched her float off to her room, her hover chair continuing to putter out and lower as her ass spilled out of the sides.
Eventually, Nina had to come to terms with her growth.
When she stopped being able to fit in the elevator, Charlie moved their apartment to the ground floor. And when she stopped fitting out the ultra-mega sized doorway, she stopped going out at all.
All there was to do at that point was watch TV, play games, and /eat./
She found herself ignoring the TV shows, waiting instead for the food ads and drooling as she watched, and all the while the hands continued to feed her and move her wherever she needed to go.
Charlie chuckled as he floated into what was left of the living room. "Hey, super skinny girl from the past," he said.
Nina burped and groaned happily as five different hands rubbed different parts of the massive expanse of her belly. "What?"
"You know you have a hover chair stuck in your ass, right?"
She tried to look but found it exhausting to lean even slightly and couldn't turn her head or sit up a bit if she wanted. She remembered sitting on a hover chair though, and now she was sitting on the floor, so... he must have been right.
"Eh, the hands will get it," she decided, opening her mouth for more.
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