Medibesity Labs Part 4

Patients 62, 63, and 64.

Trevan paced back and forth. “No, no, no. What should I do? Do you think that counted as exposure?”

Zane looked as his stressed out, buff friend in his well fitted uniform. He felt bad that he might’ve exposed his friend, even though he was wearing a mask. “You could alway call the quarantine team,” he suggested.

Trevan quickly called the number, only for the line to be busy. This could not be happening. He called again, and again, and again. Busy, busy, busy. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t leave the bathroom and risk infecting anyone else, but he needed to get out there and finish his shift or he was toast. Zane sat pantless on the toilet, his belly slowly rising like dough after his big meal, his thighs inching closer together. Trevan thought for a minute, and hatched a plan. “You know what? We’ll just wait here until they’re all gone. They’ll assume I locked the bathroom up after cleaning, we’ll go straight to the quarantine team after it’s all closed up, and later I’ll explain to my boss later that I had an exposure and had to immediately leave. It’ll all be fine.”

The two young men waited, hearing a coworker try to open the bathroom, only to find it locked. Trevan received a text from his coworker Leo, one of his good friends from the gym, asking what was up, and he responded that he left his shift for an emergency, and that he cleaned the bathroom and locked up before he left. Shortly after they heard the sound of florecent lights turning off and doors locking.

Zane’s stomach grumbled loudly. Trevan looked at his friend, noticeably fatter than he was only an hour ago. “No way you’re hungry.”

Zane lifted his tight shirt and rubbed his smooth, shiny belly. “I’m starved.”

It was at that moment that Trevan realized he hadn’t eaten since before his shift. His stomach growled audibly with Zane’s. “I could go for some food too. You want Pizza shack?”

“Why go there when there’s a ton of pizzas in the freezer right outside of that door?” Zane suggested earnestly.

“No, you’re high on fatass virus thoughts. We can’t eat the pizza from here. That’s stealing.”

“We’ll pay them back when the store opens up Monday.”

Trevan couldn’t believe he was considering this, but his belly let out an even bigger growl. He was very hungry, almost ravenous. He was sure his boss would understand, especially after a relaxing day off tomorrow considering the supermarket closed on Sundays. “Fine, but just one personal pizza. We can use the microwave in the break room, and then we’re leaving out the back.”

One personal pizza didn’t even scratch the surface of the fatboys-to-be’s hunger. One pizza turned into two, turned into three, turned into four, turned into five. And then pizza turned into chips, which turned into soda, which turned into cookies because they obviously had to have dessert. The two boys sat in the dark freezer aisle, backs to the ice cream and bloated bellies sticking out front. They’d been eating for over two hours, and were unnaturally exhausted from all the walking around. Zane felt his body starting to thicken again as his overly efficient metabolism started to store more fat on his already overindulged body, his breath heavy from being stuffed. Soon his shorts were uncomfortable, so he took them off. His chunky thighs looked massively chubby spread out on the floor.

“Dude what are you doing?” Trevan asked. “We could get caught! You don’t want your shorts off if that happens.”

“It’s the infection, Trevan. It makes you fat after you eat. The shorts will burst if I don’t take them off.”

Trevan sat and contemplated for a minute, panicking about how much he ate. He’d have to not eat for two days to get his macros back in balance.

And then he felt it for the first time. His breath heavy, his body starting to sweat a bit, and his belly slowly continuing to rise like dough despite him not intaking anything. He felt his butt putting more pressure towards the floor, and his muscular pecs rubbing his nipples a little more against his shirt. He felt pleasure in this, but quickly shut down that feeling.

Trevan stood up with a lethargic grunt, holding his distended midsection. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. You’re the fat one, not me. You did not infect me with your fat disease! That’s it. No more eating until we get to the quarantine team.”

Zane rolled his eyes. “You really don’t get it. You’re going to be hungry again in another hour and stuffing your face. You’re going to get fat just like the rest of us, whether you like it or not.”

Trevan was feeling hot, he took off his shirt and revealed his glistening, buff torso. “I am not about to be fat like you, or any of those guys on TV. See?” He got down on the floor to do push ups, but he was very full, and his body felt so tired. He laid down on the cold floor instead, and eventually dozed off for a bit.

Some time later Trevan woke up to the sound of plastic being thrown on the floor. He looked over to see Zane at an open ice cream freezer, his shimmering belly and moobs illuminated by the light of the freezer, his hand grabbing ice cream and shoving it into his greedy mouth. How long was he asleep for? Maybe an hour? Maybe two? His stomach grumbled. ‘No,’ Trevan thought. ‘I’m not going to end up a fatass.’ Zane stuck his chubbed up face into the ice cream like he hadn’t seen food in weeks. Trevan’s stomach fought back, ravenously hungry. One bite of cookies and cream wouldn’t hurt, right? Just to hold him over until he could reach the quarantine team’s location.

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Monday morning Trevan’s manager and his coworker, Leo, opened up the large supermarket. Leo stumbled upon the two young men at the bakery, both asleep. Zane had given up on wearing any clothes at all and his fattened body was splayed out on the floor on full display. Trevan had fallen asleep next to Zane in his tight briefs, no pants, and his shiny,sweaty muffin top hanging out of his tight work polo like biscuits bursting out of a can. Leo, keeping his distance, called his boss over.

“What the hell!” The rugged, middle aged man yelled upon seeing two chubby men on the floor of his store, and much of the goods around them destroyed. The boys started to wake up, and the manager noticed the seductive scent coming off of them. “Trevan, is that you? When did you get so… chubby?”

Trevan quickly sat up, throwing some pastry boxes over Zane to try to cover his plump indecency. “Oh, uh, sorry sir. We’ll pay for everything we ate. And we’ll leave, immediately.”

As the manager got a load of Trevan’s chubby ass, he got closer to look at the round thing. “You’ve really plumped up, boy. Especially in the back.”

Tevan’s sizable dick visibly grew in his underwear, the tip coming out the side and poking a chubby thigh. “Ah, yea, I’ll work it off soon. Just one fun weekend.”

“I personally think you could use some more weekends just like this.” His manager said, reaching out a hand and cupping Trevan’s tubby moob in his hand. “Not so in shape anymore, huh?” Overwhelmed with extreme lust, his manager pulled down Trevan’s underpants and revealed his chunky thighs and naked bubble butt, decently fattened since Saturday night.

Leo, standing awkwardly up until then, stirred Zane awake and took him off to help him find his clothes. While helping him squeeze into his shirt as best he could, Leo could hear fucking noises off in the distance. “This disease is fucking crazy.” He told Zane. “Everyone’s getting fat, or fucking the fat guys. It’s getting out of hand.”

“I think it has something to do with the scent.” Zane said. “When I first saw a fat guy, his smell made me insanely horny, and then the same thing happened when Trevan saw me. And I guess now with your manager.”

Leo thought for a second as he stared at Zane, unaffected by any of the pheromones leeching their way into his nostrils. He brushed a lock of dark hair out of his face and inhaled deeply. Nothing.

“Nah,” Leo said. “That can’t be it.”

By the time Zane had squeezed his chubby butt into his tight boxers, he was already ravenous again. Despite Leo calling after him, he headed straight to the chip aisle to continue binging where he left off. A few moments later, Trevan joined him, also squeezed back into his clothes, his briefs showing a cum leak out the back where his manager had his way with his growing ass. The manager and Leo watched from a distance, the manager’s hand on his temples. “What are we going to do about this?” He asked nobody in particular.

Two men entered the store, and very quickly started to sniff. “What’s that smell?” A portly man in his 30s asked, his dick growing in his pants. After days of being locked in the supermarket, the whole store smelled strongly of the chunky men.

“Only one way to find out.” His scrawny friend said, already turning the aisle to see Trevan and Zane, their blubber on display as they downed more food.

Leo and the manager looked at each other and walked away, having a hunch about what would happen next.

With sounds of chubby asses being fucked heard in the background, the final worker, Sam showed up for his shift. The handsome man, captain of the wrestling team at university, sniffed the air, his cock growing rock hard. Leo quickly grabbed his friend’s arm and pulled him away to the security room to look over the footage of what’d gone on that weekend.

By the time the two had called the quarantine team and were ready to leave several hours later, the store was being ransacked by 5 ravenous men about to be growing a whole lot fatter.

Patient 197

“Thank you for your patience, and we apologize for taking so many days to get over to this site. The whole city pretty much needs quarantine at this point.” The man in the hazmat suit said to Leo and his coworker Sam. The two men were quite striking, but it was not his job to think these thoughts. There was an epidemic happening, and something needed to be done.

“No worries.” Leo responded. “I’m just glad we can finally get the store closed down. The infected men have been adding to the numbers, we’ve taken notes on it.” He said, handing over a folder.

******* Author’s note: I’m finished writing this story for the time being, but I am heavily considering keeping this story going in the future as the contagion gets more and more out of hand. Make sure to check out the poll if you’re interested in seeing more of Medibesity Labs.