(Contains severe teasing)
Well, it looks like it’s that time again, fat boy!
It’s measuring time! It’s time to size you up! Time for the weigh-in! It’s your slot for us to calculate how much damage you’ve done to yourself! To determine how big you’ve grown! To poke and prod and see what effects all that constant sitting around on that blubbery ass and stuffing your happy, satisfied face has done to the once-fit, handsome jock who waddles in, his sheepish face bushing as he sets his eyes on the weighing room.
It’s funny, fatty. Watching you lower your tubby body into the measuring chair! It’s so awkward for you, now, isn’t it? Judging by how much pudge you’ve packed onto that fat frame of yours, you’re clearly struggling trying to retain your balance, trying to navigate around the shrinking world as your stomach and ass and thighs expand, as your chest softens and plumps up, as your face gets fatter, dumber, happier by the bite!
You’re not used to it, are you, fat boy? All that extra chub? All that chunkiness? I can tell it surprises you, how snug the seat is. The seat that once easily accommodated your muscular body. And look at you, now, fatty! You’re BUSTING out of it! You’re larding out in every direction! Look at yourself! Look at the way your rolls poke through the bands on the sides! Look at the way your thighs don’t even fit, how your fat ass has started to push out over the edges of the chair. I’ll be taking note of that, fatty, don’t you fret.
Okay, lard ass, now, let’s get started! Hmm…wow. Look how much further my finger sticks into your gut! Look how much farther I can push into your pudge…hehe, it’s much deeper than last time! Okay…now let’s measure the depth of the belly button…hehe…aww, is that ticklish piglet? Heh, you’ve gotten so sensitive since you began larding out. All that pudge must be extra ticklish, isn’t it fat ass? Okay, now hold still dude, or I’m gonna get an assistant in here to keep you still…that’s a good fatboy. Oh, wow! Look how deep your gut button has gotten! That’s got to be at least an inch deeper than your last inspection! Hmm…and I’ll make note, of course, that you’re more ticklish than usual.
Alright, now for the measurements…round the chest. Woah, your boobs have gotten fatter! Hehe, look at that gut, fat boy! Damn, you are one round porker, aren’t you piggy? That’s got to be at least a few inches bigger than your last weigh-in! Hehe, but of course I could have told you that when you came in here, from the way your tummy pokes out underneath your shirt! From the way your thighs were rubbing like crazy! Oh, speaking of which…WOAH! Dude, look at these juicy thunder thighs! Heh, watch them shake! Damn, you’ve really pudged up in the last month! What have they been feeding you? You’re blubbing out like a balloon, piggy! No matter, I’ll just pull up your dietary records from the nutritionist afterwards, no need to embarrass yourself telling me how much you binged in the last month. I already know you’ve been stuffing your fat, pathetic face on the regular, pork chop!
Alrighty, then…now for the piece de resistance! Wiggle on over here, piggy…that’s right…that’s a good fat ass…Woah…Oh…My…GOD. Dude! Look at this! Look at THIS! I can’t believe it, but your ass has gotten even fatter, fat ass! How the hell did you manage that, thiccums? Hmm? Hehe, what were you deliberately stuffing your cakes with cakes? Hehe. Sorry….dumb joke…though, of course, not as dumb as you…
Well, there’s only one thing left to do piggy…I’ll need to do a thorough inspection of your exercise capabilities. Of course, I’ll be prescribing a diet regiment that I know your fat ass won’t follow, hehe! But, first, let’s gat that blubbering ass up on the treadmill, oinker!