Weighted Security

Jason was nervous following the TSA agent back through part of the airport he'd never been. They'd asked him to the side to perform a search, leading him to a room with a bench and another agent with gloves on. They quickly did an oral search before asking him to strip.

Jason nervously stepped out of his clothes before being positioned on the bench where he heard another glove being slid on. In a moment he felt the cold touch of lubed latex on his hole before they slipped in. The world disappeared for just a moment.

Jason blinked, feeling the two fingers removed from his hole. The room seemed a lot warmer, the slightest moisture of sweat forming on his brow. The bench he was bent over seemed a lot softer, supporting his weight a lot better as he struggled to get up from it.

"All done, your clothes are there" The agent said before leaving the room.

Jason felt a lot weaker as he stood, his body much more labored as he lumbered over to his clothes on the ground. He was confused when he picked up the jeans, not recognizing them as his own, several sizes too large. He looked up for the agent to ask what was going on, finding him nowhere in sight.

Jason reluctantly pulled up the jeans expecting them to pillow around his waist, but was quickly surprised when he could barely get them up his legs. He needed to suck in his stomach to pull them all the way up. He was shocked, his hands feeling like they were trying to shove a pillow into the pants. His body was quickly out of breath as he felt beads of sweat rolling down his skin. He looked down, confused why he couldn't see the belt as he tried to sinch it tight. That's when he looked over and saw himself in the mirror.

He was much bigger than he had been before, his stomach pouring out, his arms and legs much thicker and heavy. He barely fit into the new jeans that struggled to stay up around his soft rear, his body working to push its way out of them. His chest and belly may as well have been attached to him, hanging out far in front of his chin as he struggled to look down, a pillow of a second chin keeping his gaze up.

He felt like a walking Teletubby, his body barely able to move with the massive amount of mass he had gained. He pulled out his camera, trying to see if what he was seeing was real, struggling to get a picture as his fat tits kept getting in the way. As he looked back at the photo taken, he felt his heart sink, cold flooding through his body as he realized what he had become. If he had been a threat before, he certainly wasn't one now as a walking giant plush pillow.