Medibesity Labs Part 11

“Last night I slept with the tube in my mouth,” 215 said. “So that was wild, waking up even fatter. Like I didn’t even experience the fattening. I just woke up like this.” He said, wobbling his thick torso. “It’s starting to freak me out. I can’t stop eating.”


“But don’t you think it’s hot?” Vincent asked, eating pancakes off a plate to make himself even bigger.


215 sighed. “Of course I do, in the moment. But then I cum and I’m thinking about what’s going to happen to us. Then I wish I would’ve stayed and held out longer on the quarantine.”


214, a former twink with tattoos, had been listening in. “What’s going to happen to us is that we get to live a life of ease. So what if we get fat? It’s just a belly.” He finished, shaking his own chubbed up body with his hands for emphasis.


“You guys don’t get it.” 215 said. “I just need them to take me away so I can get fucked all day and not think about any of this.” The chubby man's dick grew stiff, fighting his exposed pubic lard to grow upward.



Soon Dr. Walker came into their living room for the first time and addressed the room. “I see you all are adjusting nicely. It’s good to see the climbing numbers from the reports in person from time to time. I do have an opportunity for one special patient to help our research if he chooses to participate. This patient was chosen on the amount of fat gained in relation to original body mass in the quickest amount of time.” 215’s eyes brightened, the worry from earlier disappearing. 


Dr. Walker continued. “Can patient 219 please come with me? You are this group’s best performing patient, and we are offering you the opportunity to meet with a new group of patients this afternoon.” 


219 stood up slowly, his overfed and overgrown belly causing him to calculate his balance carefully. With an engorged middle, he walked over to Dr. Walker and told everyone, “I accept,” before the pair headed out.


215 watched as 219’s back rolls and rotund ass left the room. “Fuck this.” He said, and went to his chair. He spent the rest of the day sulking and gorging on as much food as possible, his body growing to a new size with every bite. 


That evening 219 came back into the room, massively unrecognizably obese. He arrived, his ass still dripping cum as he waddled in, his body consumed even more by an immense amount of blubber. Everyone stared in awe and envy. What they wouldn’t do to have been bred and grown huge all day. Vincent and some of the others congratulated him on his massive gain, and for finally filling out his spacey armchair properly. 


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2 days later Vincent stepped onto the scale, feeling his body take a second to stop jiggling. 


“252lbs.” Nurse Mitchell said, taking a caliper out and pinching Vincent’s fat belly. His eyes lingered on the plump man’s smooth and perky moobs with stiff nipples. “Slow but steady progress. Have you been sleeping with your feeding tube in at night? You know the shakes in the keg are as calorically dense as physically possible.”


“Yes, I slept with it in last night. I think that’s why I probably hit the 28lbs gain today. But even still, everyone else seems to be growing so much faster than me.” Vincent said, his cock twitching to grow bigger.


Michtell sat Vincent down and looked at the chubby man’s face earnestly. “There’s no need to rush this. You’re going to have your whole life to be a huge man, it’s not a race.”


Vincent thought for a second. Mitchell was right. He would be hugely fat forever, no responsibilities, no consequences as he would be pretty much useless at that point. “You’re right.” He told Mitchell. “There’s no rush. Thanks for the talk.”


While he devised his plan, Vincent spent the day pigging out with all the other fattening men. None of them fit in their clothes, they all walked around naked at various stages of their fattening. Vincent loved to look at each of them and thought about how skinny they all were when they first got here. Now look at them, a bunch of growing fatasses. All of them addicted to food beyond belief, so addicted they couldn’t help but stuff themselves and grow even fatter. Fuck, even he was fatter than his friend Milo when he got dropped off here. 


That evening at 11:50pm Vincent shoved the last fistful of fries that his distended and bloated belly could handle. He looked around the room. 214 had been growing pretty quick the past couple days. His moobs already formed a shelf all the way across his belly. But Vincent’s? His still stuck out on either side without the clear fat man shelf. His dick throbbed with envy. He couldn't let everyone surpass him in mass, he needed to be fatter.


Vincent headed to a random bathroom stall, belly leading the way. He sat quietly, waiting for the custodian to do their nightly cleaning. Every night at midnight, like clockwork. Vincent dreamed about how fat he’d be after this, willing his body to digest the food he just ate even faster so he could start growing and orgasming again. While he waited he looked at his chubby thighs that touched, his belly that sat on top of them, even his chubby fingers. He’d never be this skinny again.


At 12:02am the door opened. Vincent lifted his feet so they couldn’t be seen. When the custodian, a scrawny slim man, opened the stall door, Vincent quickly grabbed the walk-talky hanging on his belt and threw it in the toilet. Before the custodian knew what was happening, Vincent was ramming his heft into him with as much effort as his artificial lethargy would allow. The young man was knocked to the floor, where Vincent pinned him down underneath his heft. “You’re going to love what fucking me is going to do to you.” he told the custodian.


The young man tried to get Vincent off, but he was pinned down. “Please,” he begged. “You don’t have to do this.”


“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.” Vincent said, slipping off the man’s mask. He gave the pheromones a moment to kick in.


“Okay…” The custodian said, his panicked expression turning into a slight smile. “Maybe you could use a good fucking.”


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The next morning Vincent was awakened gently by Mitchell. He groaned as he, the rest of the men in the room gawked at his size. How had patient #220 put on so much weight overnight? Vincent felt every pound he'd gained weighing him down, jiggling. He was forced by his overfed body to waddle.


Vincent lumbered onto the scale. “412lbs,” Mitchell announced flatly. He grabbed his calipers and began to prod at Vincent’s rotund and hanging shiny belly. His moobs hung over his rounded belly nice and heavily, holding a good weight to them. His back rolls had gone from being able to hold a paperclip in them yesterday to now being able to take a big cock. His belly button looked deep and especially fuckable. His thighs chafed when he waddled, and his neck had thickened into a permanent double chin under his chubby jowls. His dick stiffened in his blubber from the touch from Mitchell, the man's biceps bulging out of his scrub sleves.


“You’re not impressed with that number?” Vincent asked, disappointed by the lack of reaction from his favorite nurse.


Mitchell wouldn’t make eye contact. “We both know there’s only one way you could reach this weight so quickly, and it wasn’t the feeding tube while you were asleep.”


“You’re not going to report me are you?,” Vincent asked, worry creeping into his fat face. He thought back to last night, how good it felt to feel his whole body warm, tingly and expanding with every pound from the custodian. Fatter and fatter by the minute, his dick getting more and more swallowed in his pubic lard until he came all over himself, the custodian man handling his lardy chest.


Mitchell let the question hang in the air for a moment. “I’d never report you.”


“So what’s the issue?” Vincent asked.


Mitchell looked at Vincent. “If you were going to pull something like that, you should have pulled it with me.”


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Back at the room Vincent waddled over to 215, 214, and 211. 214 and 211, somewhere in the low to mid 300s, stared in awe at Vincent's size. Their own fattened bodies not carrying nearly as much heft as the glutton in front of them. 215 glared.


“So 220, what’s your secret? You have to tell us.” 214 pressed as he sloppily ate a comically large cinnamon roll, icing dropping onto his moob.


“No secret.” Vincent lied, spinning his nude body in a circle. “What you’re seeing is 412lbs of hard work.”


“412lbs!” 215 exclaimed. “I was only 407lbs today. How did you jump so far ahead of me?”


Vincent laughed, his belly jiggling. “I just ate, and woke up like this. Guess some of your fatass luck rubbed off on me.” He looked at 215’s fattened body. You’d never have been able to tell he could’ve been a model with the amount of fat that had accumulated on his face. Recently he had decided his long hair was too much upkeep, and had gotten it shortly cropped.  Like Vincent, he was approaching superchub territory. His long dick still poked out under his pubic fat, but he was beginning to have some trouble reaching around his massively fat belly when he masturbated after gorging himself. He greedily ate donut after donut throughout the conversation. While he hadn’t been much of an emotional eater before he started his transformation, he definitely was one now. 


215 sat next to the buffet table all day, eating non stop. Sometime during mid afternoon, Vincent pulled up a reinforced chair and joined him in his binging. The two men could pack away the most food out of almost anyone, except for 219, who was starting to have difficulties walking at this point.


“I got fucked last night.” Vincent started.


“I knew it!” 215 said almost breathless at the exertion from eating so many chicken tenders. “No way you could have naturally beat my metabolism.” He chugged back half a liter of fattening keg shake, the excess dribbling down his chins and onto his moob shelf.


“But listen.” Vincent said. “I know you haven’t been happy here. Maybe you’d be happier if we just got fat as fuck and found our place to settle.”


“I’m listening.”


Vincent smiled. “I have a plan that could get both of us fucked again, but we’d have to work together.”


215 looked at the food in front of them before carefully selecting a large handful of fries to stuff into his mouth. He looked around the room at all the other men in there. He looked down at his huge, fattening body. “Whatever it is, I’m in.”