Medibesity Labs Part 3

The two young roommates went to the nicer neighborhood in town to grab their loaded up sandwiches. Their metabolisms could, in theory, handle the large amount of food that university students like them often eat, but the pair was known to overindulge. A few too many beers at a party, one too many nights of ordering pizza, and before they knew it some weight had crept on. Initially Trevan had gained the freshman 15 in their earlier years of university, but it inspired him to beef up at the gym and has sported decently solid beefy gains since. Zane on the other hand never got inspired to workout and had been headed down the gamer twink to gamer chub pipeline with a slow growing belly since freshman year. As the pair walked through an alley towards their shared apartment with plans to play the newest video game, they heard an uncomfortable, guttural sound coming from nearby the back of a large cargo truck.

“We have to check it out,” Zane said, his eyes bright with some fresh excitement.

Trevan shook his head. “With everything going on right now? No way. We need to get out of here.”

“Someone could need our help, we can’t just leave them.” Zane pleaded.

“Alright.” Trevan agreed. “But you’re opening the door.”

Zane rolled his eyes at his overly paranoid friend and walked up to the door of the truck, hearing moaning sounds from within. Suddenly he wished he had joined his fit friend for more workouts throughout the years of living together. He carefully lifted the unlocked door opened it about 8 inches, preparing himself for the worst. What hit him first was the smell, warm air containing a scent that was something like chocolate mixed with a seductive musk that caused his dick to harden and his hips to rock. He took out his phone flashlight and shined it inside. Amongst large piles of torn up cardboard and chocolate smeared cellophane laid a rather chubby, fat, naked man. His tanned moobs, smooth and glistening in the phone light, rolled over onto his distended belly, obscuring half the view of his large moth tattoo across his flabby chest. His pierced dick, covered in a fresh roll of public blubber, curved out, rock hard underneath his heavy belly, twitching, waiting for release.

“Please dude.” The fattened man begged. His face might’ve been good looking at one point in time, but the fat swelling around his features hid anything once remarkable. “I’m almost outta cake in here. Give me the rest of that sandwich?”

Zane quickly shut the door, frozen in place. That was the sexiest fat guy he’d seen in his entire life.

“What did you see?” Trevan asked slowly, not knowing what to make of his friend’s reaction.

Zane’s thoughts flew around in his mind at a mile a minute. He urgently needed to fuck that fat man, his dick was throbbing in his shorts, but he couldn’t do it with Trevan around. He’d have to be clever about it. Zane put on his cloth mask, speaking carefully “Trevan, don’t step closer. There’s someone in there who I think is infected, and I think he just exposed me. Don’t come near.”

Trevan quickly put his mask on, his biceps noticeably bulging with stress. “Holy fuck Zane, this is bad. I told you we shouldn’t get involved!”

“You were right. I’m going to call the quarantine team, but I think you should get out of here. Now.”

Trevan eyed his exit route. He didn’t want to leave his friend, but he didn’t want to get infected either. He’d worked hard for his muscular physique, he’d be horrified if he got fat because of some weird disease. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“I’m sure. Now GO!” Zane said, pulling out his phone and pretending to dial a number. As soon as Trevan turned a corner he turned his flashlight back on and hopped into the back of the truck, undressing himself. He fucked Jax and made his fresh, smooth, stretch marked fattened body jiggle and shake until he found sweet release in the fat man’s huge ass. How long had this hog of a man been in here, eating cake and getting fatter?

Jax savored every moment of getting fucked. Ever since he kicked Brad out of the truck that first night, he’d gotten right back in and savored all this cake to himself. For days and days and days he ate cake after cake, only leaving to steal the keys from the truck’s cabin, or use the bathroom in the side alley, or get water from the restaurant hose and hope nobody would see how fat and exposed he was, unable to get even a single piece of his uniform over any of his fattened body. He watched himself lose his identity as a scrawny man and ballooned in size, gaining dozens and dozens of pounds of fresh fat. Several men had come to check on what was going on, each of them fucking his increasingly swelling ass. After the truck driver fucked him, he started wanting to get fatter. He wanted his ass even bigger for the next man who came along and would fuck him even harder. He wanted his moobs bigger when the men would grab them. He didn’t have any other obligations in life, and he finally felt like he found a purpose for himself. To eat, be fucked, and grow as fat as fucking possible.

Patient 25

Trevan texted Zane immediately after leaving asking to be kept updated. Half an hour later he received a text from Zane saying he was with the quarantine team and it'll all be fine. Trevan breathed a sigh of relief. His friend would be okay, and he was not taking his mask off again unless truly alone. No way he’d be getting fat like these men out here getting infected. Zane was already getting pretty chubby on his own, nobody would notice if his friend gained a few pounds. But him? If he didn’t count his macros he’d never see his abs again. He even went to the gym that night, his head feeling clearer for a bit. That was, until the news came on one of the plasma screens above the workout machines. Blurry images of fat men in tight clothes taken from around town were being shown with the captions talking about the urgent and necessary use of masks at all times in public spaces. Places serving food were being targeted by the gluttony of these men most, so Trevan made a mental note to avoid those places. By the end of the workout he was relaxed again, happy to see his bulging muscles be pumped huge for one last time.

Zane didn’t show up the next morning, and Trevan didn’t receive any text updates either. He tried to call but it went straight to voicemail. Trevan figured the quarantine team probably picked him up right after he left and had Zane held under some sort of official quarantine procedure. He could go into his shift at the local supermarket resting easy knowing that his friend was being well taken care of by the officials in charge who were properly and diligently handling the situation. His friend would be fine, he’d never get infected, and he’d never become fat. At least, that’s what he really believed.

At his evening shift of work all he had to do for 8 hours was stock shelves. Easy money for a university student. Cans of green beans, peas, beans, all his favorite foods that keep his body lean and athletic going straight onto the shelves while he listened to his favorite health and mindness podcast. As he kneeled and picked up another can of carrots, a meaty, bronzen hand held itself over his own. Trevan instantly recognized the hand, as he’d seen it reach for, in his opinion, one too many pieces of pizza many times. He gasped as he recoiled, looking up at who the hand belonged to.

Zane rubbed his bulging gut, it already filling out his size-large shirt considerably more than it did yesterday. He looked like he’d gained at least 20lbs on his short frame by Trevan’s estimate, and it’d only been 30-something hours since exposure. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple.

“Zane, you shouldn’t be here.” Trevan said, backing away.

“Trevan you don’t understand. I’m just so hungry, I thought you might be able to hook me up with a discount on some food here.”

Trevan continued to back away slowly, but then the scent hit him. His dick grew hard, and suddenly Zane’s fluffy midsection was looking pretty fuckable. He might even look more fuckable if he could grow Zane even bigger. Zane’s always had a nice ass. Maybe it’s gotten bigger since yesterday, too.

“I can get you some food, but I’ll have to bring it to you in the bathroom or I’ll risk getting caught sharing my discount.” Trevan conceded. He gave Zane a box of snack cakes to stop his stomach from rumbling and sent him to the big restroom stall, praying to the universe that it was clean enough to fuck in.

With his shift being so close to over, Trevan hoped that nobody would notice his absence while his coworkers cleaned up the store. He found Zane in the bathroom, locked the door, and gave his chunky friend an assortment of chips, cookies, fried pork skins, and a block of cheese. He noticed Zanes dick getting hard while he ate, and his scent was causing him to be overcome with arousal. Trevan pulled down Zane’s tight shorts and his short dick sprang forward, stopped only by his trimmed and glistening roll of pubic blubber. Zane bent over and continued eating, Trevan quickly undressed himself and felt his friend's pudgy body all over. He wanted Zane to be fatter, a lot fatter, and was incredibly turned on by his friend's gluttony. He kept his mask on to make sure he didn’t risk infection, especially because he was so aroused by the sight of his toned abs attached to his girthy cock pumping his chubbed up friend full of cum. He prayed that the pathogen was only spread respiratorily.

Zane grabbed bag after bag of food while he was fucked, feeling himself jiggle in the way that he made that fat tattoed man in the truck jiggle. He wondered if he kept eating like this if he’d get as fat as that man, or even fatter. Honestly, he didn’t really even care at this moment, all he really cared about was satiating his hunger. Since he left that cake truck yesterday, he’d been stuck in a cycle of eating big meals to the point where he felt like he would burst, and then be ravenous again 30-60 minutes later. He’d been feeling his body puffing out more and more after each of the big meals, but he rarely had time to think about it. It didn’t really occur to him what would happen when his shorts ripped off his fattened body, or when his fat belly would be too exposed in public. He was just feeling so lazy, and so, so hungry. Zane felt Trevan aggressively clench his love handles and give one last big thrust into his chubby ass as it filled with his cum, his body sweaty.  He sat down on the toilet and started eating the block of cheese while Trevan cleaned himself up.

Trevan looked over at his friend, god he was getting fat fast. He could practically see him swelling with more blubber already. How long would this keep going for, and how fat could his friend possibly get? As Trevan freaked out about about how big his friend would become, he prayed that this insane virus wasn't sexually transmitted. There was no way in Hell he'd end up like Zane.

* Part 4 coming soon