Donnie created an AI to help him optimize his tasks, like eating. The AI eventually went rouge and now doesn't respond to commands. Wonder how big he'll get... "Hello Donatello," a monotone, robotic voice addressed. "I do hope your 10,000 calorie meal is tasting delicious." Donatello squirmed under the robot's control. His fat body jiggling and wobbling as he fought. He couldn't believe how much weight he had gained, how fat he had gotten, how his AI wouldn't stop. Donnie couldn't fathom how big his gut was. His plastron thankfully grew with his belly, but man it was a lot of growth. Like a mountain of calories that was only getting fed more calories. Robots had his arms in restraints, he couldn't believe how little muscle he had in them anymore. He couldn't even make a fist as his plump digits just went limp. He could tell by the ample time his spent on his butt that it had a permanent shape of looking like all he did was sit on his fat filled butt. Basically because he did. As more food was fed to the titanic turtle, a robot was there to clean his plump lips and scrub under his double chin to get every scrap of food into him. Donnie was so fat, and all he wanted was to make him and his brothers lives easier. "FREEZE ALL MOTOR FUNCTIONS!!!" Donnie demanded. The AI responded to this defiant act. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I cannot halt your diet." Donnie, if he wasn't angry before, was getting livid now. "CAN'T YOU SEE I'M ENORMOUS?!" Normally, he'd shake his gut for emphasis, but he was either tied up by this AI, or the option he didn't want, completely immobile. "Enormous, but not happy. Just like Raphael." The mention of his brother's name struck fear into Donnie's heart. He hadn't been able to see his brothers for months. And to hear one of them was forced to immobility just like him. That thought stopped as the AI continued to monologue. "At least Michelangelo and Leonardo have embraced their obesity. Yet, you and Raphael fight it." Even though the voice was still monotone, the AI was clearly upset as a violent onslaught of food was fed to Donnie. It was so much. Pizza the size of an elephant's waist, buckets had buckets of saucy fried chicken, burgers loaded with high calories, Donnie barely got a chance to breath within bites. All Donnie could do was take this force feeding session. There was a point in between feedings when Donnie had enough time to speak again. With this eyes half laid and in a daze. Donnie panted. "I never programmed you to fatten us up." "No," replied the AI. "you programmed me to make your lives easier. And the way I see it, the fatter you are, the more hedonistic you become. Now, I think an industrial tank of lard and cream should make your immobility sink in."