Medibesity Labs Part 7

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Amongst the emergency supplies the boys had gathered were industrial chains and locks for the fridge and pantry, ensuring that only Leo or Sam would be able to have access to their food supplies. Leo and Sam made Trevan an unsatisfyingly small dinner of an 800 calorie tuna salad sandwich and apologized for being gone through lunch. Eventually they’d need to tell Trevan that they were working with their fattening enemy, but the boys thought it’d be easier to tell him after they see some positive results with his weight.

The next day Sam and Leo left Jones with a small stockpile of low calorie snacks to ease him through their absence as they went on a perishable food run, which took awhile to find an untouched supermarket. Several of the nearest supermarkets were overrun with chubby to obese men in clothes that hadn’t fit in many pounds, pouring as much fat and calories into their growing bodies as possible. Busted buttons and ripped seams were a common sight amongst the hordes of fatties.

After picking up perishables, Sam needed to get some stuff from his university apartment. Upon arrival, he quickly realized the entire dorm had either been boarded up by quarantiners or overrun with his infected neighbors. As he and Leo passed the communal kitchen, several of his formally skinny neighbors, now sporting rounded bellies and fattened chests, sat around asking him if he had any food, or knew where they could get some without having to walk too far. As much as he wanted to help, Sam could only tell them they didn’t know, and wished them good luck after asking what had happened.

While piecing some of the stories from his neighbors together, it seemed his next door neighbor, Cesar, had become infected on his way home from classes on the same day he and Leo teamed up. Cesar came back to the dorm, ate all of his food, and then started knocking on everyone's door for more. He’d have the neighbors fuck him before eating all of their food, and only a few quarantiners still remained. Around the time Cesar had grown too fat to fit in any of his clothes, he ran out of food and left, fattened and nude, to search for more. The stragglers were mostly those without cars waiting to build up the energy to go find more food elsewhere.

“That could’ve been me, bro.” Sam said on their walk to the parking lot. “Either boarded up starving in a dorm room. Or even worse, I could be fat.” He lifted his shirt and gave his sunkissed abs a pat. ‘Good,’ He thought. ‘They’re still there.’

They filled up with gas on the way back to Leo’s apartment, now officially home base. They noticed big locks and chains on all entrances of the gas station kiosk, and no workers to sell the snacks and beverages. The gas pumped operated fine, but it was was not comforting to have the constant reminder that one wrong fuck and their bodies would balloon with fat.

By the time they had returned from their errands, most of the day was over. They scolded Jones for trying to kick in the pantry door while they were gone, cooked dinner, gave Trevan his diet portion, let Jones go crazy on his stash of twinkies, made some plans about getting to Quarantine Headquarters, and settled in for the night.

While watching TV after dinner, the guys heard snapping and stretching sounds coming from Jones. He was laying back on the loveseat, his fattened belly rising and falling with each deep breath. As he noticed the sounds, he felt a stirring in his underwear. His cock grew hard and he began to moan as the stretching sounds intensified. He started to rub his rounded moobs while rubbing his dick through his underwear until, with one final *snap*, the waistband of his briefs broke off, leaving him completely naked. He tried to be bothered to look down, but between the resistance of his growing double chin and his rising belly, there was no chance he could see what was going on down there anyway. He stroked his dick as his pubic fat engulfed it more and more, until his fat pad finally settled at having eaten away at about half his dick’s respectable length. By the end of this fattening, Jones was completely unrecognizable from his previously lanky self. His body was, of course, beyond recognition, but even his fattened face seemed like it belonged to someone that wasn’t the slender, snarky quarantine officer from a few days ago.

Sam took in the large man’s overfed body. “He’s definitely heavier than Trevan, now,” he commented.

“Yeah, 100%. Let’s get a weight on him.” Leo said, already on his way to help Jones up.

In the bathroom Jones looked at himself in the mirror, shocked by what his body had become, especially his formerly narrow face. Not only was every crevice of his body overfed with blubber, but even his face seemed a bit younger, the fat hiding some of his years. As much as he thought he’d hate the changes, he felt his cock stiffen under the weight of his fat pad at the sight of his fattened body. Maybe tomorrow it’d be a good idea to convince Sam to let him have as many twinkies as he wanted.

Jones stepped heavily on the scale, feeling the weight of all the fat he’d gained. Leo automatically read the number out, knowing Jones had grown a belly so big it’d be a struggle for him to see for himself. “Holy fuck.” Leo said. “Definitely fatter than Trevan. 321.2lbs, Officer Fat Fuck.”

Jones swallowed dryly. “That’s over double my starting weight. In just a few days I’ve gained another me in fat.” He gave his belly a jiggle, taking in the sheer mass of fat he'd put on.

“Be careful with your diet or you’ll end up doubling your weight again.” Sam said, earnestly concerned.

Jones patted his belly, squeezed his heavy rack, and jiggled his thick side rolls. Satisfied with the growth, he headed off to the couch to sleep, his blubber wobbling as he laid down.

That night Leo and Sam slept in Leo’s bed together, the only time where Sam could take off his mask lately. Leo had always noticed that Sam’s ass was pretty big, probably from all the squats he did, but when he saw it under the covers he couldn’t help but feel that it was looking a little small compared to all the other ones he’d been seeing lately.

“You know,” Leo started, brushing his hand against his toned friend’s bubble butt. “I know you’re scared about the disease. But on the bright side, it’d give you a killer ass.”

Sam laughed. “Yea, a killer ass with dimples that can’t even fit through a doorway or whatever the news said.”

“I’m just saying, maybe the infection wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for you.”

“As if.” Sam said, turning over to look at Leo. Leo’s beautiful brown eyes reminded him of all the chocolate these fat guys had been eating lately. Maybe he was a little hungry himself. “You wouldn’t look so bad infected. Maybe your ass could finally catch up to mine.”

Leo grabbed onto Sam’s ass and pulled him in for a kiss. The two athletic boys fell asleep in each other’s arms that night, both knowing any day either of them could get a virus that would change the other forever. The days with their fit friend could very well be numbered, for all they knew.

-

The next morning before breakfast, the guys decided to weigh Trevan as it had been 2 days of dieting since his previous weigh in. The big boy stood next to the scale with Sam guarding the door as usual, just in case Trevan tried anything.

Leo looked Trevan’s bulky, fattened body up and down. “You know, I think you’re looking a bit slimmer.” He said, unconvinced.

“Maybe so,” Trevan said, but you could tell his head wasn’t fully in the conversation. At least half his brain power was going towards figuring out how to get more food for his next gorge session. He rubbed his fat belly absentmindedly. “But I still get really turned on an hour or so after eating. Like I’m still getting fatter, but it’s hard to know because I haven’t been consuming very many calories.”

“Well, at your height and weight you should’ve been burning about 1700 calories a day for the last two days, putting you at a pound lost. But, there’s only one way to confirm that, stud.” Leo assured.

Trevan lumbered onto the scale. Leo looked nervously at the number, but he was sure it’d be a good one. He gasped.

“296.8lbs? We counted every calorie, we put you in a deficit! How have you gained over 3lbs the last two days?”

Trevan leaned forward to look at the number himself. “Leo, I can’t keep getting fatter like this man. I used to be in shape like you, I used to be someone. And when does it stop? I’m only getting hungrier,” the overfed ex jock said, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Leo hugged his soft friend in solidarity. “We’re going to figure this out. Maybe for now we continue with your diet, and hold out until they find a cure.”

“I don’t want a diet, I want food. Please Leo, you don’t understand how hungry I am. I’d do anything for a taco, or hamburger, or cake, or…” Leo tuned Trevan out as the greedy fat boy derailed back into begging for food, which was common for him lately. He could only focus on skinny people topics for so long.

“Trevan, focus.” Leo said, grabbing Trevan’s bulky shoulders. “There’s something we need to tell you. Something that might give you hope.”

Leo and Sam led Trevan to the living room, where Jones, still naked and plumper than ever, laid on the couch eating a twinkie and watching TV. Immediately Trevan saw the twinkie and tried to lunge for it, but Sam and Leo had a strong grip on the fattened ex jock. Jones quickly shoved the twinkie into his mouth, not waiting around for Trevan to get loose and steal it.

Once Trevan was calmed down, he took a better look at Jones. His eyes widened. “Wait. That’s the guy that tried to take me away the other day, right? What the hell is he doing here, fat as hell on the couch eating twinkies while I’m starving!”

Sam looked Trevan up and down. He was hardly ‘starving’, he thought. “Trevan, man, this guy is helping us. We’re going to quarantine headquarters with him to get some early doses of the cure, and we’re going to bring back Zane while we’re at it. Soon it’ll all be better, and you can be thin again.”

Leo nodded. “We have all the food locked up, why don’t you two catch up today while we run the errands. Maybe make a friend.”

“I don’t need more friends.” Trevan said flatly, trudging back to his guest room, belly leading the way. ‘Those last few pounds he gained definitely went to his ass,’ Leo thought as he watched it quiver with each step.

Jones looked at the two guys and scratched his belly. “What’s his issue?”

-

Soon enough, Leo and Sam were arriving back at the warehouse to collect supplies for when they headed over to Quarantine Headquarters in the closest big city. And twinkies, Jones was demanding twinkies. They punched in the security code Jones had sent and were in. The place looked virtually the same as they had left it, much to their relief. That is, except for the well over 300lbs short, naked man sitting on the ground working his way through the entire pallet of twinkies.

“Jones is going to be pissed.” Sam said.

“Here let’s move him somewhere else,” Leo offered, trying to put his strong arms under the security guard’s arms to carry him. Unfortunately the fattened guard misread what Leo wanted, and rolled himself over, presenting his large, fat ass in the air.

Sam stared. “Thank god I have this mask or I’d be a goner. What a beautiful ass. Hard to believe he fit in that tiny uniform only a few days ago.”

Leo rolled the fat guy back over and got his arms where they needed to be. His smooth blubber was soft, warm, and slippery with a slight sheen of sweat. “Get used to it.” Leo said, as Sam grabbed the man’s thick legs. “This is just the world we live in now.”

They carried him over to a pallet holding stacks of powdered donuts, which the guard seemed happy to greedily shove into his mouth one after another. The fatty, having been left alone with an endless supply of food, seemed to have rapidly increased his capacity compared to other infected fatties in a more restricted environment. Trevan could eat a lot, but nothing like what this man could. Trevan had also became fat in a limited supply supermarket with several other men as competition. This guard on the other hand, after only 2 days, seemed to have an almost endless capacity. As the chubby guard shoved donut after donut into himself, his belly continued to rise like dough, and not just in a bloat. His love handles slowly thickened, his moobs pushed forward more in all directions, and his sausage-like thighs swelled. There was not a need for a rest period to digest the food, as his body seemed to have already adapted to the endless supply and continuously grew fatter. The whole time, his small cock stayed rock hard, and dripped a supply of precum as endless as the donuts he was eating.

Leaving the guard behind, the boys grabbed what they needed from the shelves, mostly things to carry water and food, fire starters and flares in case of emergencies, and twinkies of course. After a few hours of gathering supplies, they went back to check on the guard. He already was looking significantly fatter, at least by a few dozen pounds. This was by far the most rapid gains they had seen outside of when Jones was getting fucked

They headed back to the apartment, and on the way stopped at the diner where the news had shown that guy stuck in the booth. A quick glance through the window had shown that he was, in fact, still very stuck.

“We have to help him,” Leo said, getting out of the car and opening the trunk. It was filled to the top with dozens and dozens of boxes of twinkies. He grabbed 10 boxes and headed inside, Sam following suit.

The diner had cleared out of any other fat guys who were lucky enough to not have gotten themselves stuck. The lights gave the place a bright atmosphere, but it was a bit ominous when it was mostly deserted outside of the fattened cashier and a ton of trash and dirty dishes everywhere. The air smelled heavily of fat guy pheromones, and the room was tensely silent. When the fattened cashier saw the two jocks walking in with twinkies, his eyes lit up.

“We saw what happened to you,” Sam said. “We think if you eat these, you might grow fat enough to break the booth.”

The cashier smiled. “Only one way to find out, right?” Leo handed over the twinkies, thinking he might’ve been rather handsome, had he come here pre–infection days.

Leaving the cashier to his twinkies, the two boys finally arrived home to be met with two surprises.

First, Trevan and Jones were sitting on the couch together watching the news streams. While the couch was meant for 3 people, the two of them had both obviously gained weight since the morning and were starting to fill out the whole thing rather well together as their fat was touching in certain places, namely in their love handles and spread thighs. Trevan must’ve outgrown his jock strap as he sat completely naked, although his belly, thighs, and bulging fat pad covered most of his indecence. Besides their newfound blubber and friendship, the other surprise was that the two fat fucks were surrounded by piles and piles of junk food garbage.

“What the hell happened here?” Sam said, looking at the mess.

“Oh I see,” Leo called from the kitchen. “They broke the pantry open.”

“Jones, that food was supposed to last you until the end of the week.” Sam scolded. “And Trevan, we’re breaking our backs to try to restrain you from eating one twinkie this morning, and then you go and eat everything in the pantry?”

Trevan looked at the tall, tanned jock in front of him. “Oh god, it’s happening again. I’m fattening!” He said, as his chubby face grew a look of fear. Within moments though, that fear turned into ecstasy as he began to rock back and forth, his growing belly and fat pad pleasuring his cock instead of his hands. He grabbed both of his growing moobs and sensually started to play with them as they grew in his hands.

Jones started to moan. “Oh god, I’m getting fatter too!”

***Stay tuned to see how truly fat these big boys grow***