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“Bend Over Already Lol.”
Hardly a whimper came from Tenna in response as he leaned over in front of her.
Queen knew old tech was…blocky! But Tenna was looking, perhaps, even blockier than the last time they’d met up, a couple months ago.
Lying in her bed with him, she had her sleek heel atop his head, directing his screen downward, face-first into a pile of TV slop. The heel forced him even further down, full of pressure.
Of course, it was only fitting that she noticed his blockiness while he was keeled over in such a position, hunched and partly naked, whimpering more and more static-ly the more pent-up he got. That blockhead of his tilted down as he was kneeling and leaning forward heavily, his thighs so thick that they now pressed together…
But he still had too many clothes on! Pesky things concealing his nude form, even shielding his flesh from her rapt grasps toward his rear.
It was fortunate, then, that her visor was pitch black, and that the optic sensors underneath were not ever visible because of this— The lenses zoomed in 2x, then 4x…settling and focusing at his middle, observing every contour of the fabric, assessing the new shapes there, all to confirm this theory of hers was true.
Two plump rolls of silicone belly fat spilled over his unbuckled belt and halfway pulled down pants, hanging. The shape-wear expertly built into those slacks couldn’t help him now, like this. With his white dress-shirt unbuttoned in spots, wrinkled after a long day, and overall disheveled looking, he couldn’t have looked lazier and needier.
Even upward, toward his chest, his tie was loosened, and top button undone—peeks of his metallic chest-plate were visible, containing his volume knobs, his VCR slot and DVD tray. Beneath that, though, were his pecs. His silicone flesh was drooping there now, hanging into soft, flabby moobs. Probably not too noticeable when concealed under his suit-jacket, she guessed, but plump mounds nonetheless. The buttons still fastened on his shirt were strained there, the fabric becoming partially translucent in spots from all the mechanical meat they were holding back from bursting…
Queen shivered. She sat up straighter and thumped the top of his monitor with the back of her boot, still holding him down.
Yes, Tenna was blockier…definitely blockier.
“…Don’t Tell Me You’ve Actually Gained Weight LMAO.”
A startled little whine buzzed from him, and he peered up—as much as he could, in such a position. Speckles of slop burger crumbs were smeared on his screen, near his drooling mouth. He hissed electrically when the accusation fully set in, seeming to shrink a few inches even as he feigned bravado, “Gasp! Me?! Fatter?! Never—!”
“Be For Real,” Queen puffed back, taking her shiny heel and putting it under his chin, lifting his screenhead by the toe.
His appearance right here, right now was a far cry from the pristine costuming he had on-stage, based on what she’d seen in clips of his show that made the rounds on digital nostalgia billboards around the city, or video sites she frequented. He’d been able to hide it well; aside from the obvious shape-wear she could see lining his pants now, she imagined there were girdles, waist trainers, plenty of smoothening garments he wore under that suit come showtime, and probably a slightly larger jacket to compensate even more, obscure even more as he’d gotten bigger…
All these idling thoughts drifted off through her processors. Hmm…
Coming back to reality, Queen let out a snicker, “Oh Let Me Guess You’ve Been Stress-Eating TV Dinners During Filming?” Such had happened more than once before: backstage getting handsy before premieres, having quickies in his dressing room between recording direct-to-DVD episodes. Always seemed to have a candybar, or plate of food nearby. “Wouldn’t Be The First Time.”
And as for tonight, Tenna had come to her just after shooting the season finale of this past season. He’d probably already stuffed himself silly before and directly after, chugged soda between takes, stolen too many donuts from the refreshments table in the green room.
Later, when this final episode leaked online, she was sure it’d be yummy to compare his physique from now to the first episode of the year…
Oh, she was definitely looking forward to that, and all the subsequent teasing to lob at him when she pointed each and every difference out to his face. She might even torrent the full DVD set in 4K just to see every little detail of his widening physique!
Queen looked at him knowingly in her silence, her grin cheeky, and set aside her glass of lime acid wine.
The smile Tenna offered up in return was…nervous. It made him look so deliciously funny. “N-No, no, no, no, NO, you misunderstand! I-It was just one too many scrumptious cooking segments the past few months! I was only giving the viewers what they wanted—!”
Queen had…the most humorous feeling that those segments were not actually the cause of his gain, but one of the many effects of it.
He’d been eating so greedily just now, much more enthusiastically than months ago. Even if Tenna got off on this anyway, on doing as she said and earning her praises, now he seemed to…thoroughly enjoy his meal, in a way that was lustful. And the food was nothing special, not a deluxe TV dinner or even an executive buffet! Just regular, sad-looking TV slop, a mystery mixed-meat burger patty with a soggy bun and tasteless condiments, and a fairly large pile of the mush at that.
“You’re Terrible At Lying,” Queen hummed back, her hard-drives whirring with interest. “I Wouldn’t Expect Someone Of Your Caliber To Lie So Easily Lol,” she goaded further, and she watched Tenna’s lips stretch and strain.
He was clearly torn. Uneasy. Unsure. There wasn’t a good way to answer this, or go about it—Queen had taken care to phrase it exactly that way.
With lips still pursed, Tenna relented, “Okay, fine. I am a man of integrity after all. I’m—” his screen edges were condensing with sweat— “almost as trim as always! Maybe just a tad heavier! (The camera puts on an extra ten pounds, you know!)”
Only ten? Of course, that little amount couldn’t possibly be true. A quick and silent internal search of the net pulled up several articles about his apparent weight gain on Cyber City gossip boards. These photos…weren’t the best quality, and didn’t show anything obvious or extreme, but he was definitely looking progressively thicker and wider. Some neon pop-ups of said photos holographically visualized near her as she inspected them. “Hmmm, But The Latest Tabloids Suggest You Weigh XXX Poun—”
“ACK! No! What do they know! It’s all just lousy rumors!!” Tenna swished those pesky windows away with flailing arms. “It’s only natural they’d want to SLANDER a star like me! Scummy paparazzi with their low-brow shots! I-I’ll tell ya, it’s really…”
Queen was intrigued as she watched him sputter to defend himself, continuing to ramble, the giant smile on his screen stretching impossibly high, trembling—
She reached as he was still blabbering on, and poked some of his exposed pudge not concealed by his shirt.
It jiggled. The heated silicone enveloped the cold tip of her metallic finger like a pillow. “Looking…Glooby.”
“O-Ooughhh—!” Tenna half-yelped, half-moaned. The light of his screen glowed warmer, burning in pink, and then crackled… Gentle puffs of steam smoked out from the vents at his head’s sides, billowing up. “G-Glooby…”
Depressed, dejected, despaired— Tenna curled himself inwards, palms on the bedding, and his face began to scramble into colored static and tear lines.
Oh, he was just adorable like that. Adorable in a way that just made her want to crush him more. “Well, All Those Circuits Do Slow With Age. Not That I Could Relate At All.”
That comment made him really grow small, nearly half his height and size now, on all fours and rocking on his palms, looking down. “Oh, you’re right! I’ve let myself go…!! You think I’m a washed up fatso, don’t you?!”
“…JK, Kidding, HAHA. Did I Mention How Marvelous You Look Today? Especially On Your Knees Like This~” Reeling it in helped, making Tenna’s screen slowly fizzle back from completely garbled to blank black, as he billowed back up to regular size. Queen petted the top of his monitor. “There We Go. Good Boy.”
His tie was half-knotted, enough that it was still loosely wrapped around his neck in a loop, and Queen tugged him closer by it, nimble alloy fingers dragging one long yellow strand, until her aluminum forehead pressed to his screen, and she could feel the static electricity buzzing between them. She kissed him, gently, on the mouth and his screen right around it, her blue lipstick leaving marks along with the oil of his greasy meal remnants.
Tenna swallowed heavily, unable to resist a thing. A thick metallic boner was sprouting and pushing up against the seams of his pants, growing from the hearty prick he’d been awful at concealing thus far.
His cock was titanium coated in lovely gooey silicone, extremely soft to the touch and squishy like jelly. Queen’s other hand went for his pants, feeling him tense up and shiver…and also feeling how he was trembling, his stomach fat quivering while he held it in as much as possible.
She pinched one of Tenna’s love-handles hard and prodded the fat several times before wedging the last of his shirt buttons fully open, then lowering her fingers back down and dipping into his pants, clutching his boner. “C’mon Quit Sucking In Lol.”
Many, many neon colored bars filled out his screen in error, his mouth and nose completely gone—but then he let out his breath, finally.
Tenna’s full belly splooshed out over his belt-line. There was enough newly-gained blubber there that the rolls sat on his thighs. A heavy, doughy mound of a belly. And it rested just like that, like dough, covering up his crotch and pushing against Queen’s wrist while her hand gained purchase along his shaft. What a delicious feeling…
Ah, that was what she liked to see, too! A blubbery gut with two meaty rolls, plush as ever and marshmallowy to the touch. “Fire…” (and the black glass over her optical lenses flashed in tandem, with bright red, pixelated flame emoticons). “You Really Are Thick As Hell Now Huh.”
Such forward words made him squirm and wriggle, “F-F-███,” Tenna whimpered, while Queen was already tugging him even closer by the neck. “You could be a little less blunt about it…”
“I Mean…” Queen shrugged. “No Offense Or Anything.”
Tenna half-glared back at her.
“I’m Not Ragebaiting You. Really.”
His brows raised. “H-Huh? You’re not what-ing me?”
“Nothing My Dear.” Cue a very long, very haughty laugh. “U Really Are Such A Cute Old Man.”
(Sh-Shrink… ↓)
“…A Cute Vintage Man.” She booped his nose.
Tenna grew again and purred. “Oh, Queenie…~”
With a slight yank of one antenna bulb, Queen had him back closer toward the mattress, offering a handful of TV slop to him again, up to his greedy mouth.
She knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back from binging more. Oh, how he probably had tried to starve during all this filming the past few months—even though he’d gained, he probably so desperately tried not to put on an ounce more. He must be famished now—
Like a washed up slob, Tenna began to lap up the mushy meat, straight from Queen’s palms.
The intense white glow of his screen lit up the pile of brownish-gray mush, but…
But, the neon lights of the skyline drifted in through Queen’s floor-to-ceiling windows, providing an even harsher glow: they left a beautiful brightness all along Tenna’s plumpness. The dips of his rolls were especially highlighted, and the squishy bits at the bottom of his belly looked so cutely bitable… Queen, of course, kept one hand latched to his cock, squeezing it at a rhythm with her slim digits, but she felt zero shame at all in reaching for his extra weight, and groping around. Her cool touch gripped handfuls of soft overhang, lifting the flabby bottom part of his gut and jiggling it.
…Though, she was sure he wasn’t too fond of it all—judging by his squirming and whines.
When Queen looked up at him, Tenna was cringing wildly, and he swallowed so loudly that she could hear it. “R-Really, I’m working on it! But the diet pills don’t work like they used to!” Greedy little fangs jutted out of his upper lip, his sharp teeth sinking into the big dollops of bland slop mixture from the burger he was still chewing. Without pausing to even think, he grabbed another and bit into it. “But it’s fine! Just a mid-year pause! I-I can afford to be a bit of a couch potato on break! Plenty of time to work off these pounds between this and the next season!” His voice crackled, and broke in spots—trying harder to convince himself than her. “It’ll be like it never happened! (And the fine folks at home will have never noticed!)”
“Sure Man Whatever You Say,” said Queen, who grabbed yet another slop-burger and poised it up to Tenna’s lips, some of the dull meat crumbles falling onto the silken bedsheets. He’d hardly even swallowed the one he just taken, but didn’t move away when she offered this one up as well, not even a little bit. So gluttonous… “Speaking Of That Don’t You Have That Wrap Party Soon Lol…?” she mused, as she practically shoved the rest of the soggy burger into his mouth, grease dragging across his screen.
Tenna swallowed a big bite of it, looking quite dazed and blinking—glancing toward the heavy watch on his wrist. “Oh, DRAT! Yes, in a— In an hour!!” And yet, he craned his metal coiled neck to finish up the patty, chewing it for only a moment or two. “An hour, and Mike is expecting me in forty-five for fittings. I should skedaddle soon, gotta call a cab and…”
“Awwww. Lame.” Queen made a flat whistle sound with her mouth, clicking her tongue. The vapor chamber in her electronic womb was beginning to cool itself, how horrible… While the embers were still there, though, the least she could do was see all of thus to some kind of end. “You Can Stand Just Five Minutes More.”
Not a question, but a command.
Scritch, scratch. Her fingertips moved up and stroked the warm bottom of Tenna’s monitor chin, before she settled in even closer, pushing them both down onto the motherboard mattress, angled as they laid back onto wire-woven pillows.
Tangling herself all over Tenna’s front, she straddled his chunkier thigh, her knee rubbing between his thighs and humping the bulge of his crotch, goading. Her hands rubbed over his shoulders and chest-plates first, the breadth of that solid metal plating at his blades and collarbones and all the fleshy silicone underneath. He was wide up there, always was, and at one point all that beefiness tapered down to a slim, star-studded waist…but not anymore. Tenna’s sides were equally as wide as his broad shoulders and chest, perhaps even wider if one counted those pudgy rolls that drooped outward.
As her hands fell down there to touch those chubby blubber layers, and the stuffed parts of his chubby belly, more steam began to release from his vents, his screen crackling further. A wetness even dripped from Queen’s own slit as she rubbed against all that soft thigh fat.
Tenna, surprising her in a way that was very characteristic of him, inclined his head a bit and kissed her fully, his nose rubbing against the side of her face as their lips met.
She twitched from the adjustment, static clicking between them again, but she leaned into him and eagerly kissed back, absentmindedly twiddling with the VCR slot on his chest as the heat of the moment set in.
It always did wonders. His breath hitched and he froze under the subtle touches. The metal pads of her fingers scraped the edges of
Pumping his dick lazily, Queen was maybe becoming too invested in their soppy makeout session. His lips felt so sweet, and the literal spark currently sizzling between them proved too intoxicating to focus fully on working his erection. She stayed kissing him, half-slobbering, while giving gentle tugs to his shaft.
All those vibrations traveled, coasting across Tenna’s belly and thigh rolls and moobs. Lavender-ish white silicone flab jiggled with the motions. And she brandished his cock like it was a toy to play with, rubbing her palm feverishly from hilt to tip. Slicking her thumb near the head of it, pressing and squeezing, until fluid oozed—anticipating his climax, soon.
“H-Hahhh…” Tenna breathed heavily, steadying himself, throwing his head back. There were little buzzes that spewed from him, meek and pathetic beeping noises.
When Queen brought him even closer, pulling by one antenna, she watched him grit his teeth, and ‘sweat’ little droplets off the condensations around the edges of his screen.
Pinching that antenna stick at the same time she finally gave in, and rubbed his sticky dick rough and hard, in a few instantaneous motions, from his balls to plump head—
“O-Oooo…o-oh my stars!!!☆”
He blew a whole load of mechanical cum. Coolant sprayed from the deep slit in his dick, splurting a heavy dose of the liquid into his pants. Only a strained gasp and moan came from Tenna, lost in it all.
“Told You It Wouldn’t Be Long Lmao,” grinned Queen cheekily, maybe too cheekily. Not exactly like she could talk—because as she slid off his leg, a faint streak of wet grease was left behind there.
It seemed Tenna didn’t notice, though, as he was too focused on calming down from the static of his nut. Only his teeth remained on his pitch black screen, grimacing, vents smoking, belly fat trembling and sweat-caked. “A-Ah, jeez… H…How unbecoming of me…”
“No No I Think You Look Better Like This,” she insisted dubiously, and she grabbed her acidic drink from the bedside table, taking some sips.
Tenna seemed to mull over that as he wiped up all the warm liquids coating his inner thighs, and had just grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his back pocket when his antennas rang out sharply—reminding him of those obligations he needed to get to…
He didn’t answer the signal, letting it ring out until it stopped, but he did stand up. “Gotta get to looking like a star again, right? I’m going on a strict diet right after this wrap party!” he mused almost bitterly, and Queen was watching intently as he dressed, as he struggled to pull up and buckle his pants over those thickened thighs and plump rump of his. “And I’ll have to lay off this slop for a while. My waistline needs all the help it can get to look groovy again!”
No, no, they definitely needed more of these sessions, not cold turkey!
“…Forget About Dieting. U Totally Look Fine,” she said quickly, patting his shoulder as he stepped toward the door. Tenna’s mouth started to open, like he was going to ask for reassurance— “Trust Me Bro It’s Trendy Right Now. Not Like You Would Know Of Course.”
As Queen grinned and stood to follow him, Tenna seemed to consider this as he exited her chambers. “Mmm…? More trendy than a flatscreen? Really?”
“100%,” she grinned further, a devious smirk. Her eyes drifted downward to his ass, squeezed into those black pants, the fabric so strained that they looked shiny—admiring the way that the flab there was even starting to dimple and sag down, how the seams at the crack and sides looked fit to bursting… She couldn’t resist, and gave it a slap as Tenna walked forward, making him yelp and stumble like a dazed foal. “Just Make Sure You Call Ur Tailor For Next Season Tho LMAO.”