Medibesity Labs Part 9

“No!” Leo yelled, trying to squirm out from the scientist. “Let me save my friend!”

“It’s too late for him.” The scientist said, matter of factly. “And it’s about to be too late for you too. I don’t know how you’ve reached this point without a mask or getting infected, but my team is going to make sure you don’t get in the way again.” The chubby man reached into his coat and pulled out a walky-talky. Leo struggled to get his arms free, but it was to no avail.

Right as the scientist started to make his call on the device, a huge force sent him flying back several feet and landed on him, restraining him under almost 400lbs of blubber. Trevan, wheezing from charging the man, laid on the chubby man and strangled the walky-talky out of his hands before throwing it to Leo.

“Trevan!” Leo exclaimed. “You escaped! Thank you, but hurry up. We have to save Sam and get out of here!”

Trevan looked up at Leo, his tight glasses hugging his face chub just a little too much. He continued to wheeze, unable to speak.

Leo realized Trevan was too fat and out of shape to be any help and immediately grabbed Sam by the waist and pulled him back, shoving the respirator over his head. “Put your pants back on. We need to leave.” He said to Sam, noticing that his friend’s dick was still dripping.

“Can one of you help me clean up?” Zane asked, wobbling his huge, cum filled ass.

“Go fuck yourself.” Sam said, pulling up his pants and helping Leo tie up the scientist to the side of Zane’s bed. After they neutralized him, they hoisted their obese friend up and started making their way to find Jones.

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Piling into the final research lab at the end of the hall, Trevan, Sam, and Leo were met with the fattest man they’d ever seen in an oversized gurney and Jones sitting against a counter, his belly, thighs, and moobs seemingly inflating. Next to both men was their very own personalized contraption with straws feeding into their mouths, both men greedily sucking down the liquid inside.

“Jones, we have to leave now. Stop eating and let’s go!” Leo said, making his urgency known.

Jones looked up at the young men, his face slowly growing fatter by the minute. “I’m not going anywhere, boys. It’s over.”

“What do you mean it’s over?” Sam asked, fear in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jones started. “That it’s over. The government has given up on any research towards a cure and has switched all efforts over to focusing on maintenance of quality of life post fattening transformation, we call it Protocol C. Everyone is going to get fat, and everyone is going to be fed this liquid. It’s extremely addicting, and calorie dense, but it is designed so that any excess calories are not absorbed once a certain size is reached. Unfortunately that size is about as big as our friend Carlos here. I am currently growing towards this size, and you all will be soon, too.”

Trevan shuddered. “That can’t be true, there has to be a cure!”

Jones sighed and took a long swig from his straw. “Unfortunately there will never be a cure. All government efforts are going into mass production of these contraptions and their liquid to help the population maintain a decent quality of life. By this time next week, every fat bastard too fat to walk will be the new owner of one of these things. This is the way of the future, boys. At least as a side effect the serum is extremely erotic.”

Just as Jones finished his sentence, Carlos rocked back and forth harder and harder, his whole body jiggling wildly, until he let out a long moan and laid back still, a pool of cum slowly flooding out from under his heavy belly. He went back to watching his show and sucking on the liquid.

Following suit, Jones rocked back and forth harder and harder, his hairy belly pushing out more and more as he did so, his moobs growing fatter and closer to his face, until a small stream of cum ejected out from the tip of his barely exposed dick, sinking into his fat pad.

He spoke up once he regained his composure. “I do that every 5-10 minutes. It’s fucking amazing. Now you have to get out of here. Let a fat man get fatter.”

Leo, Sam, and Trevan all looked at each other.

“Good luck to you.” Leo said. “Try not to get too fat.”

“Don’t count on it!” Jones called after the young men as they left, satisfied with his decision.

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Patients 447,055-447,065

The commercial break ended and Channel 11’s logo flashed across the screen. At the news anchor desk sat a sweaty, fattened young man. His white button down hadn't fit in 100lbs, the buttons around his round, protruding belly had popped off allowing his blubbery flesh to be seen by everyone tuned in. Audience members from all across the state watched his rotund chest in suspension, the gaps between the buttons further apart than ever. Will this be the broadcast where his moobs bust them open as they grow even fatter?

The young intern grabbed a nervous fist full of chips from a party sized bag and awkwardly brought them to his greedy mouth. He chewed, his incoming double chin wobbling, before swallowing deeply and looking off to the side out of camera shot. “Do I start now, Mr. Sanburg?” he asked.

“You started 30 seconds ago kid, start reading the teleprompter!” A familiar voice answered back.

“Oh, sorry.” The intern looked below the camera and started to read. “Just a few days ago, the CDC rolled out a new assistance program to aid populations affected by Virus Obese. A new technology that will take care of the physical needs of those who have become immobilized by their weight has been helping tens of thousands of infected men as estimates of those infected by Virus Obese continue to rise to the hundreds of thousands.” A video of a fleet of small machines on wheels with kegs, monitors, and long straws driving themselves into a grocery store with broken windows played as the intern spoke. The machines drove straight to a number of impossibly fat, naked men immobilized on the floor of the store. Each of their lardy arms immediately reached for their machine’s straw and started sucking addicting liquid from the 10 gallon kegs.

“The CDC continues to move those who immobilized in harsh conditions to more suitable environments. Meanwhile, new programs offering a smoother transition into immobilization are now available in your area. Enter your zip code at the link below to find the nearest immobilization center to you.” As he finished his sentence, the intern looked down at his breasts. The two blobs of fat crammed behind the top of his ill fitting button up slowly started to expand outward, widening the gaps between the buttons. His belly from underneath could be seen swelling as well. 

“Oh God, it’s happening again!” The intern whispered nervously. Within seconds, the first of 3 remaining buttons popped off his chest, his fat spilling forward. A moment later the next button popped, sending his sweaty fat jiggling from the force. He tore open the final button closest to his thick neck and let his fat expand freely, all eyes on him. He adjusted something in his tight pants from below view. His eyes shamefully met the camera, “And if anyone wants to fuck me… you can find me at the Channel 11 news studio located at- ”

Looking away from his TV screen, Vincent typed in a url to his web browser and started to read the available information about the CDC recommended immobilization centers (‘A comfortable start to your bigger and better life!’). He typed in his zip code and saw the nearest immobilization center to him was only a 10 minute drive away.

As a resident of a city only a few hours drive from where the Virus Obese originated, Vincent’s town had been hit pretty hard. He crossed over to his studio apartment’s window, the summer heat radiating in. He looked at the streets below, his view plagued with the occasional impossibly fat man littering his city. Stuck underneath random trees, or laying against the walls of stores on hard concrete. If he made one mistake, he could end up just as fat and uncomfortable as them. The only non CDC personnel who dared walk the streets lately were those infected and on the hunt for food. Several men with growing bellies could easily be seen from his window at any moment lethargically hunting for their next binge or perhaps some clothes that actually covered their fat, growing bellies.

He went through his phone. Emails about the next delivery of rations from the CDC wouldn’t arrive for 3 more days, and his cupboards only had 2 sleeves of crackers left to last him. Electricity had been spotty in the area as the workforce at the factories decreased, and anything in his fridge was long rotten. His phone logs were mostly of calls from work, his career had ended before his eyes after several years of doing his best to climb the corporate ladder. His text messages were full of invites from his circle of friends inviting him out to grab food, and later horny invites to their place with chubby nudes attached. His once fit and athletic group of friends had all been infected in the previous weeks, he was the only one who took the quarantine seriously. And look where that got him.

Vincent sighed heavily and texted Milo, his only friend not so far in his infection that he hadn’t been begged to be fucked. 

Vincent: going to immobilization center today, want to come?

Milo: Pick me up at the cafe near my place. Can you bring any rations you won’t be eating? The hunger is real. 

Vincent sighed and packed a bag of essentials, not knowing what exactly to bring to an immobilization center. Phone charger, toiletries, water bottle, a metal he won for winning MVP of a soccer match with his local social team he was just playing with a few months ago. Perhaps when he too grew impossibly fat he could wear it as some sort of joke, or reminder of who he once was. He threw the two sleeves of crackers in the bag and put on his respirator mask before heading out. 

As he drove to pick up Milo he thought about how well he fit into his car seat, how much room there was. He was decently tall and maintained a trim build his whole life. What would it be like to start to gain fat? Is this really the best option for him? Maybe he could sit in his apartment and live off rations until he was able to organize something with the other thin men of the city. 

He sat and waited at an intersection for a horde of 30 or so fattening men to pass, rubbing their swelling midsections and hunger on their face. One small slip of his mask and that could be him. Hungry and scouring the streets for food that has already been eaten by all of the other starving fat men. His stomach growled, empty. How could he convince himself to stay in his apartment for months on end with only stale crackers and canned beans to eat? The immobilization center had to have real food, at least that’s what he’d think. They’d have to give him something substantial to put on the mass. Vincent looked at his reflection in his rearview mirror, the face staring back at him gaunt. This was the right choice. 

Vincent parked and entered the small corner cafe to pick up Milo. The plants were long wilted and drying, coffee filters littered the floor. A chubby man leaned against the counter behind an open display case, pressing his finger into any stale crumbs he found before licking his finger clean. He wore athletic gear, not that it looked like he’d been exercising. His sleeveless black shirt rode up over his basketball of a belly and was kept from falling down in the back by fleshy love handles. His plump, slightly sweaty ass crack made an appearance out of his tight shorts, his chubby thighs squeezing out of the bottom. His arms were looking flabby.

“Hey Milo,” Vincent said, looking his friend up and down. He was so thin when he came to visit for a video game night only a week ago. “Brought you these.”

Milo’s eyes brightened as the sleeves of crackers were tossed at him. “Thanks man!” He said, ripping into the package and shoving crackers into his mouth. “Sorry… haven’t eaten since yesterday. Some of the guys from soccer and I cleared out the last stockpile from Trader Joe’s down the street.” Crumbs flew as he spoke.

“No worries, I’m glad someone is enjoying those crackers. I’ve had enough for a lifetime this last month.”

“Hey,” Milo said sympathetically. “That’ll all be over soon. Immobilization right? Dude I bet they’re stocked with cake and shit. You’ll be eating like a king. I tried to get in but they only accept uninfected people so I’m out here scrounging like a rat bro. Losing my mind for some fucking crackers.”

“Yeah, it’s hell out here.” Vincent responded grimly. “I’ll leave my car with you so maybe you can find some food easier. Then maybe meet me back at the immobilization center and they’ll keep us close together after… you know.” 

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The two men drove to the center and sat outside of the nondescript office type building. Occasionally a thin man would walk in. 

“I’m not ready.” Vincent stated, watching a tanned, lanky man with wavy, shoulder length blond hair enter the facility. He tried to imagine that guy so fat he couldn’t stand up, and the thought it could happen to him made him hesitant. 

“Hey, no rush.” Milo said supportively. “But I will start growing soon from those crackers. I’m not sure if you want to witness that.” He shyly tried to pull his shirt down to cover more of his shiny, fattened belly. 

Vincent looked at the ball of fat taking over his friend’s body. “They say it feels good.”

“Best feeling in the world, man. You’re going to love it!” Milo said with a smile. He looked down and adjusted his dick in his pants. “Here, you should watch.”

Milo got out of the car, Vincent following suit. Milo put his arms out against the car for support, wiggling his ass for Vincent’s attention. “It’s happening.” Milo said, feeling his shorts fall lower on his ass as the two succulent globes slowly started to grow out of them even more. 

Vincent stared in awe as his friend’s plump, fuzzy ass expanded in front of his eyes. He walked around Milo and saw similar effects to his belly and moobs, and even his arms and thighs if he looked close enough. Milo pulled down his shorts and his rock hard cock sprung forward, and he started pumping it in his hand as he moaned loudly, leaning his back against the car. Vincent thought about looking away, but he needed to see what was going on, what would be happening to him soon. Milo jerked off for several minutes, sometimes staring lustfully at Vincent, turning around to jiggle his fatter ass seductively. Eventually, with a clench of all of his muscles, Milo let loose jets of thick cum that shot several feet in front of him, almost hitting Vincent. 

“Sorry about that.” Milo said, pulling up his tighter shorts as high as his thick thighs would allow. “Can’t help it.”

“No need to apologize.” Vincent said earnestly. “I want to experience that much pleasure.”

Milo smiled. “Then let’s get going, slim.”

Inside the waiting room a muscular receptionist had Vincent fill out some paperwork and sign some consent forms. The CDC would provide permanent, comfortable housing, nutrition, and whatever else he’d need if they were allowed to study his transformation. Vincent signed the waivers, and listed Milo as an emergency contact.

Milo waited with Vincent until his name got called. Vincent handed Milo his car keys. “They say when walking becomes so laborious that you start thinking about never doing it again, you need to find a nice place to settle. Make sure you get back here before you reach that point.”

Milo grabbed Vincent’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll do what I can. I promise.” The two friends hugged and Milo left, his fattened body getting stares from all the masked individuals in the room.

Vincent followed the athletic man in well fitting scrubs through some hallways. First his vitals and measurements were taken, 5’11 155lbs, along with nude photos of him at various angles. He was given an identification bracelet that read ‘#220’. Eventually he was led into an empty off-white tiled room with a large brown rug in the center of the room. Along the back wall were 9 other thin men looking at a screen on the far wall. The nurse stood Vincent in the final space against the wall. “Your transitioner will be here to start the process momentarily.” He assured, his kind eyes smiling at Vincent.

An awkward moment later the door opened and an average, middle aged min in a lab coat walked in. He stood on the rug at the center of the room as he addressed the men. “Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Walker. We will start your immobilization process in just a moment. Before we begin, I should explain that the patient we have chosen to implement Virus Obese into you is one that has shown great expansion potential. We are currently studying if this is due to mutations in the strain of the virus or if it is more dependent on genetic or environmental factors. You 10 men will not only be enhancing your life with this decision, but progressing the field of biology in the process. I will be following your progress in the following months to record data.”

“If you regard the screen behind me,” Dr. Walker continued, “you will see images of a patient from only 2 days ago when he first arrived to start the immobilization process, as you all are now.” The screen flashed through a slideshow of nude pictures of a slightly hairy sculpted man with beautiful, dark hair and olive skin. “The patient you are seeing, patient 185, has since gained 88lbs of fat, a record that nobody here has witnessed before. You will be receiving the virus from him today.”

Vincent couldn’t believe it. While he didn’t know Milo’s weight, Vicent doubted that Milo had gained 88lbs in the last week since his infection. Yet this guy was able to hit those numbers in a fraction of the time? And he’d be receiving that strain of virus? Vincent swallowed hard.

The nurse brought in the patient Dr. Walker was talking about. While it was definitely the man from the pictures, he was significantly fatter. He had thickened up all over, growing a small set of breasts over his chiseled pecs and a belly that jiggled with each step. His masculine, thickened thighs rubbed together, and his skin shined with a gleam of sweat. His face had filled out. The nurse handed Dr. Walker a heavy serving platter before standing at the back wall next to Vincent. 

“Patient 211, if you could please step forward and remove your mask.” Dr. Walker requested. 

A very tall, very built dark skinned man with waved hair stepped forward. He slowly removed his mask and stared at the fattened man in front of him. His penis grew inside his pants, and he slowly started to take them off. As he did this, Dr. Walked opened the serving platter and set a large cake down on the edge of the rug. Immediately Patient 185 moved to the cake, getting down on all fours and shoving his face straight into it. Patient 211, overcome by the synthetic pheromones leeching off of Patient 185, inserted his member deep into the fat guy, pounding away. As 185’s whole body jiggled with each pump, it seemed as though he was growing over time, his fattening being sped up by being fucked. By the time 211 was filling his ass with dripping cum, 185 seemed to be an inch or two thicker all around. 

The nurse took 211 and handed him a pamphlet as he led 211 out of the room. Dr. Walker looked at the remaining men. “Patient 212, please remove your mask and repeat the process.” 

This continued for some time, each of the men taking their turn to fuck 185, his body swelling larger each time, his moans becoming louder and more pleasureable. 215, the lanky blond guy Vincent saw entering the building earlier, got to 185 around the time he was nearing morbid obesity. 215 flipped 185 onto his back and watched his belly jiggle into his moobs more and more with every pulse as he fucked him, his ass leaking with the cum from the men beore. 185’s engorged moobs started to hit his double chin as he expanded uncontrollably, all while reaching over and eating fistfuls of cake. 

219 was a short latino man without much ability to maneuver the superchub body of 185. Vincent watched with pity as the smaller man used what muscle he had to roll 185 over to expose his massively fattened ass. 185 laid there, nonchalantly licking the cake plate clean, while 219’s short dick barely stimulated him.

“Patient 220, please approach and repeat the process.”

Vincent approached 185, the man now massively obese. He’d watched this man grow from overfed to a superchub over the last hour or two. His belly swelling from a small beach ball to now a decently huge ocean of fat. He had to be at least 400lbs, and that was a light estimate. 185 looked at him lustfully. Before all of this perhaps they could’ve met at a bar and later gone on a nice date. Both trim, athletic men perfectly suited for each other. Instead 185 had grown morbidly obese, in only a matter of days, and it was Vincent’s turn to fuck him so the same could happen to himself. He slowly lifted his mask.  

He looked to Dr. Walker. “I”m not sure I want to do this.”

“You’re always allowed to leave. We cannot hold you here.” Dr. Walker responded, grabbing his pen and clipboard. “Should I start the exit process?”

**Author's note: if you're worried about what happened to Sam, Leo, and Trevan from the previous parts, don't worry :) They'll be coming back