Reality changes around your Weight

“MORE FOOD!” you bellow to your workers as they scramble to get more grub for fill your bottomless gut, your “lunch break” has extended well into the evening now, and you have not stopped from gorging yourself from a single second of it, and yet you still felt hungry, it only made sense really, at well over 50 tons, you were one of the fattest people in the world, of course you were gonna be hungry, specially when your peons could not feed you properly

“WHY do I pay you grunts for? Get me more FOOD!” you roar, despite having just consumed 20 buffet’s worth of food, it did not help you were incredibly horny as well, but that too, was normal for you, after all, being the owner of not one but six of the biggest cocks on the world, each one always hard and bigger that a blue whale, would get anyone horny, not to mention your cum filled moobs our your multiple sets of balls, and being horny made you hungry as well, the reverse was also true of course

The wishes had not stopped coming either, every minute you were becoming fatter, stronger, manlier, more virile, the entire office gooning for you as you gorged, they too have changed of course, many of them now weighted in the tons now, of either muscle or fat, with cocks and balls that would have outsized their old bodies, any of them could have wished to take your place as the boss, and yet it had not happened, maybe it was just luck,that no one had uttered the words “i wish that was me”, or maybe these men had internalized the undeniable fact that their place was below you

“oOOUGGHHHHHRRRRBBBB” you moan and belch as you feel your cocks gain some 10 extra feet in length, the size updating in your mind as always being like that, opening your eyes, the whole office seemed to shimmer for some reason, reality was buckling under your evergrowing weight, forced to change and transform around your tonnage to accommodate for the new “normal”

The entire building shifted, growing bigger and wider, until it became a skyscraper that took over entire blocks of the city, every hallway was not the size of a two lane street, every chair now a reinforced bench, entire floors dedicated to the cooking of food to be able to feed you and your working force that could outweigh cars, all of these changes occurred in less that a second, but for everyone, it had always been like this

You rub your eyes, the shimmering was still there but it had lessened, you were dressed again, a black pinstripe suit hugging your massive form, there was enough fabric there to be used a circus tent, the custom outfit alone costed you a few million dollars and it already felt snug on you, a few buttons of the sweat soaked shirt had already popped thanks to your nonstop eating, and you bouquet of cocks had made short work on your pants, you would have to get another refitting, it was a bother, but the big boss had to always look the best

“Scott” you snap your fat fingers, you overly hung assistant already at your side, attentively listening to your every word “i need another suit, get the tailors at 27F to get it ready by tonight, also, tell the boys at the milking floor to get ready, im feeling way too pent up right now and you lot are just not cutting it”

You could hear the grunt of disappointment coming from the grunt worshiping your cocks, but it is what it is, they knew a man of your sheer stature needed specialized equipment to really get off, for them and for everyone else in the world, it was simply another fact of life, you rub your eyes again as the shimmering disappears completely, reality now set to a new normal

Until someone made a few more wishes of course