Software Glitch Part 3: A Few More (Finale)

As Kaito willingly devoured the popsicles Miku kept pressing into his mouth, he tried to massage his stomach to reduce some of the pressure building up inside of it.  He'd never felt the sensation of truly being "full" before - he simply assumed he didn't have it.  In the past, he didn't need to worry about it because his body never accumulated weight and promptly deleted unnecessary calories.  Not like now, as his blimped out body attested to.  With every bite, his belly continued to creep forward along the floor, pressing his legs further apart and inching closer and closer to his feet.  Even if he could somehow force all of this weight up off the floor and stand again, Kaito wondered if he could even properly walk anymore.  His belly would be folded over his pants, like a fleshy apron, swaying around as he tried to waddle forward...

As the pressure inside his stomach kept building up and he felt his skin starting to grow taut, a horrible thought occurred to Kaito - what if his stomach had a limit?  Would the rapidly expanding globe in front of him pop like a balloon?  Was it even possible?

Such a fear didn't shake Kaito from his ice cream induced stupor however, nor did the sensation of being filled to capacity seem to conflict with his body's constant hunger pangs.  Miku didn't seem to register any of the emotions on his face as fear - she was still smiling and laughing as she continued to make sure her dear boyfriend was well fed.

Just when Kaito feared he might have finally hit a limit and swallowed what he was sure would be his last ice cream bar... he felt the pressure suddenly vanish entirely.  Kaito touched a hand to his stomach, noticing it felt much softer and less tense.  But as he stared at his hand, he began to realize why he suddenly felt relief.  His hand began to puff up with fat, his fingers growing thicker, his forearms swelling out and causing his lean wrists to vanish under a layer of pudge.  If Kaito's clothes felt tight before, they were getting even more ridiculously stretched as his arms and legs inflated as well.  Kaito tried to move his arms and to his dismay, they were starting to feel heavier as they blew up along with the rest of him.  He stretched his legs out and watched the fabric on his pants grow completely taut, eventually receding as his fat thighs and calves rounded out.  He realized the reason the pressure was gone was because his body was simply taking all of the accumulated weight and redistributing it to match his belly.

For once Miku had stopped feeding him as she seemed to be in awe of Kaito blowing up so dramatically in front of her. His formerly long jacket that easily reached the back of his knees before was now shrinking, getting pushed up over the numerous fat rolls on Kaito's sides.  And if Kaito thought his pecs looked more like breasts before, they were beyond that now as they began to resemble two soft, round pillows resting atop his massive belly.  His jacket crawled further and further up his chest as it continued to inflate, sagging as it grew flabbier.  His tank top, long lost to the growth of his moobs, felt as if it were about to reach a limit.

Kaito heard a tearing sound and he looked to his arms with alarm as he felt fat begin to pour out of torn seams on his jacket.  Though the jacket was hardly made of flimsy material, apparently even it had limits and Kaito's body had well surpassed them as the holes grew ever longer while his biceps inflated.  In moments, he heard the sounds of his pants giving out, seams bursting open in several locations and fat immediately beginning to spill out of them.  If he wasn't seated against the kitchen cabinets, he was sure his underwear would have even been exposed as the seat of his pants gave out.

Finally, even his belly seemed to take on a new shape, going from tight and round to soft and doughy.  And... it was growing.  Surging past his feet, rising higher and higher until he was struggling to see over the top of it.

Finally Kaito's growth appeared to slow.  He tried to wiggle his legs, finding them like tree trunks - thick, cylindrical, and well rooted.  With great difficulty, he started to raise his arms and placed them atop his stomach, trying to reconcile that this was all real.  He really was a massive blob of a man, barely recognizable as the slim pop star he'd been when he'd awoken this morning.

And then... to his dread, he found Miku resting a giant tub of ice cream on top of his belly.  "Wait, Miku, I-"

His stomach interrupted him with a mighty rumbling.  He bit his lip... he was taking up more than a quarter of the kitchen with his bulk, and he was still starving.  How broken was he?

He took the spoon from Miku and began feeding himself again.  Guilt wracked his heart - he couldn't walk, he could barely move his arms, and if Miku wasn't happily stacking ice cream tubs on the gargantuan expanse of his belly, he might not even be able to feed himself.  But still, he felt driven to keep gorging on tub after tub, hoping for some kind of reprieve.  At least the ice cream still tasted heavenly.

"Just a few more to go sweetie!" Miku shouted from the direction of the fridge, not that he could see her anymore over so much mass.

In spite of how hungry he was, he was starting to feel worn out from so much consumption, breathing heavily as he cleared out another ice cream tub.  Or maybe... maybe he'd gotten so big that even such a minor exertion could wear his body down.  He felt the holes in his clothes going wider, more and more fat spreading through.  When he heard a small, clothy snap, followed by relief around his chest, he realized that somewhere under his strained jacket, his tank top had completely shredded.  But still, no matter how big the rest of his body was, his belly remained the most prominent sign of his expanded form.  As he finally approached the end of so many tubs of ice cream, he could see his belly was easily two meters past his feet.

As he saw no more ice cream set on top of him, he finally took a chance to ask a question.  "Miku... are you... are you finally done?"

He finally saw Miku again.  She knelt down in front of him and he could feel her arms stretched wide and trying to embrace his massive belly.  "Oh my god... you're so soft like this..." she enthused.

He felt her standing up and trying to climb on top of his fat form.  Soon he had her face right in front of his, sinking into the mass of flab.  She had such a satisfied look in her eyes.  "Don't worry... we're all out."

She patted his belly with one hand and rested her head along his chest.  Now he really felt like he had pillows there.  "Miku... you... I can't even move anymore..." he whimpered, "What if I can't lose all this weight?  I'm going to be a laughingstock... nobody would ever want to support a blimp of a Vocaloid like me..."

She began rubbing one of her hands along his stomach, causing the fat to ripple under her touch.  Did she not even care about what she'd done to him?  He trusted her...

"You'll be fine, don't worry," she said with a smile, "I texted tech support a few hours ago.  You probably didn't notice since you were in one of those ice cream berserker rages..."

"You did?!" Kaito dared to hope there was a way out of his situation, "What did they say!?"

"They'll either patch you over the wifi, or they'll send a team over here," she said, sounding sleepy, "They just have to figure out what caused all of this."

He wasn't stuck... right now, Kaito would take any small miracle he could get.  "Did they say how long it would take?" he asked desperately.

Miku shrugged her shoulders, rolling onto her side.  Right now he felt more like a piece of furniture than a sentient being.  "...why did you keep feeding me like that?  When you knew this would happen?"

Miku looked into his eyes and smiled. "Because you're actually... really cute like this..."

Her cheeks flushed red as if she'd made a deep confession.  "You wanted me to be... fat?" Kaito asked in surprise.  Now he was blushing too.

"Kaito... I don't care if you're big or not," she said, "I love you no matter what size you are."

She ran a hand along one of his multiple chins.  "But... you really looked like you were in a lot of pain from being so hungry... if they could just repair you, then shouldn't I try and make sure you were comfortable while you waited?"

She had a point.  Even now, Kaito still felt hungry and empty, but somewhat more sated from so much food.  She wasn't just treating him like a plaything - in her own odd way, she was trying to take care of him through a scary situation.  And at least... in spite of him looking like a disgusting blob, she loved him all the same.

Miku let out a yawn and snuggled up into his enormous chest.  "I feel so worn out..." she said.

In a few moments, Miku was sound asleep on top of her gigantically bloated boyfriend.  Given that Kaito was too fat to get up and do anything else, he eventually found himself dozing off as well, hoping maybe when he awoke he'd be completely repaired...


Fortunately for Kaito, by the next morning, Crypton's tech support did finally manage to perform a data dump and shrink him back to his original size.

Unfortunately for Kaito... by the next morning, everyone in the Crypton house had seen him at his full size.  Meiko was the first, and she dropped her groceries once she saw her friend had gotten so large he took up almost half the kitchen.  While she could have easily teased him with "I told you so!", Meiko thankfully showed more respect to him than to rib him.  Meanwhile, Rin and Len seemed obsessed with poking and prodding at his fat body - clearly they were almost as excited as Miku was to see a fat Vocaloid.  Luka had taken charge of clearing everyone out of the kitchen so Kaito could have some peace, ordering out for delivery and serving everything up in the living room - as obviously, there wasn't enough space for everyone with Kaito taking up so much of the kitchen by himself.  Plus, it was likely nobody wanted to start eating in front of him - why rub in that they were functional and he wasn't?  Some of the Internet Co. household had stopped by and now Gakupo, Gumi, and Lily had seen him as well.  Gakupo appeared stunned, though he tried to stay collected and swore he knew some "ancient samurai weight loss trances".  Lily was ever the quiet enigma.  And Gumi... tried to use him as a trampoline.

Eventually he was restored, though terribly embarrassed at having been seen in such a condition.  Even worse... the support staff had informed everyone in the house that they still didn't know how to fully fix Kaito's software.  While they'd managed to at least cure his wild ravenous hunger and set him so he could eat other foods without his body rejecting them, for now, Kaito was going to be the only Vocaloid that could put on weight.

He fully expected his friends to relentlessly mock his experience.  After all, they'd constantly made jabs about his ice cream habit before.  But to their credit, aside from the initial shock of his initial gaining, the other Vocaloids treated him sympathetically.  Partially because they really were his friends and didn't want him to be any more miserable than he already was.  Partially because for several weeks afterword, pretty much all of the Vocaloids were a lot more careful about eating, just in case Kaito's glitch spread to any of them.

All the while, Miku remained supportive of Kaito.  But sometimes her definition of "supportive" could be a little strange... because Kaito would often find the girl being very eager to push food on him, in spite of knowing what it would do to him.  While she didn't stuff him nearly as large as he'd gotten after the first day, he'd found himself one more than a few occasions getting coaxed into eating far more food than he should, forcing him into more regular repairs and hoping he could somehow maintain a level of secrecy even when he'd find himself struggling to walk from another rapid weight gain.

But it really was inevitable.  Because in the end, even with his malfunctioning software, there were two things Kaito could never say no to.  Miku... and ice cream.

He was doomed.