Medibesity Labs Part 1

Synopsis- In this story a plumped up biotechnologist creates a sexually transmitted pathogen that leads to extreme weight gain in those infected.

Patient 0

Carlos squirmed around on his rolling stool, his business casual button up straining against the fresh belly flesh he’s been rapidly accumulating around his recently toned midsection, and the seat of his pants felt soon to be spitting open around his rounded, beefy ass. He should’ve upgraded his work attire several weeks ago, but if everything goes according to plan then there would be no need.

A few drops of sweat poured down from Carlos’ well styled curls as he focused on pipetting under the vent hood. Phase 1 was already successfully completed, the induction of a gene found to increase hunger by up to a 50% increase in mammals to a nonpathogenic virus similar to a common STD. After the identification of this easy to manipulate gene, this phase had been cake. Carlos’ groundbreaking research in Medibesity Labs was seen as extraordinary, propelling the small lab’s metabolic research to the medical industry’s limelight in their latest and greatest research of helping underweight populations, such as the sick and elderly, to be able to eat enough and maintain a healthy weight. All it took for Carlos to make the virus’ effects more potent was secretly incorporating the gene into the virus’ DNA 9 more times to make this effect multiply tenfold when he tested on mice at his apartment. Upon seeing the mice eating without abandon, becoming so fat they could barely walk over many months, he knew the grave implications this could have should this ever get into the wrong hands.

After his huge success in his previous research, Carlos’ new research for the beginning of phase 2 was quickly approved. Medibesity Labs was greedy for more fame and profit, and was quickly becoming one of the most well known labs in metabolic research. The newly proposed virus, when it infected its host, should have caused a modest and healthy increase in fat storage speed and quantity. Much to Medibesity Labs’ dismay, the biotech from this phase would never hit the market. During the clinical trials consisting of many rounds of introduction of the new fat storing virus to mice, it was found that the mice would simply not stop gaining weight. While the speed and quantity of fat that the mice accumulated could be manipulated with suppression or greater expression of the gene, it seemed to affect the mice in a way that would not allow them to stop gaining weight once reaching a healthy size as originally hypothesized. Everyone in the lab was horrified to see the abominations they had created… everyone except for Carlos. A little tweaking here, a few reactions there, and Carlos had quickly enhanced the fat storing effects of the phase 2 virus.

The third and final phase of Carlos’ plan was, of course, met with pushback. After the failure of his previous experiment and the rising success of another up and coming competitor, Mediskinny Lab, pumping out new weight loss biotechnology left and right, Carlos knew his latest proposal was not what the Principal Investigator in his lab wanted to see. His PI, Nate, a blond and aging twunk, was not too thrilled about the proposed prospect of a biotech virus whose DNA caused fatigue and increased lethargy as a means of supposedly healthful weight gain. But, with the pressure for success coming from up top to compete with Mediskinny Labs, Nate ultimately approved Carlos’ grant. With this, the fate of phase 3, and perhaps the world, was sealed.

Carlos reached into his backpack to pull out yet another giant burger, quickly throwing away the wrapper to hide any evidence of his poor lab techniques. He really shouldn’t be this hungry again, only 45 minutes after polishing off a meal big enough for a family of 4, but his growling stomach had become quite demanding since testing the phase 1 pathogen on himself. He worked a little faster as he felt his belly swelling out, unsure if it was due to a food bloat or the rapid accumulation of fat already depositing itself all over his body caused by the phase 2 pathogen. And he was so, so tired. After working all day, staying even a few minutes after everyone else went home seemed impossible with the extreme lethargy caused by phase 3. All Carlos wanted to do was drive to the nearest fast food joint and gorge himself on impossible quantities of food until it was time to go home. And the sweat didn’t make his work any easier. While the lab was a cool temperature, Carlos had noticed an unexpected side effect was increased sweat and pheromone production. Despite the excessive amount of deodorant he applied throughout the day, the men in his lab had been staring at him lustfully all day; he practically reeked of a scent so enticing it made any man’s dick rise to attention.

As he finished his final inoculation, the strained button on Carlo’s shirt flew off. As his sweaty, glistening belly fat poured out of the gap in his shirt, he followed the path of the button straight to a picture on his desk. The force of his expanding belly had sent that button flying so hard it cracked the glass of the frame, but the image of Carlos, once fit and lean, accepting a reward for his research during phase 1, could clearly still be seen. Carlos smirked to himself as he looked at his picture. If the 3 segments of DNA from the 3 phases of his plan had been successfully incorporated into the STD’s genome, then pretty soon nobody would be looking like how he did in that picture. While he had tested the 3 experiments on himself, he still needed a perfect patient 0 to ensure the spread of all 3 effects. But who would he use?

Carlos contemplated this as he lazily packed up his things, careful to store the syringe with his viral solution in his long sock. As he started to unwrap the final burger from his bag, the door to the lab opened behind him.

“Oh. Carlos. You’re still here,” The blond twunk said, eying Carlos’ plump frame carefully. His eyes lingered around the exposed blubber. “I was just showing Brad from Mediskinny Labs where he could borrow some extra pipette tips.”

Carlos’ boss, and a very tall, broad, and imposingly angular man walked into the room

“Ah, I was just finishing up for today. Had been pretty slow and needed an extra hour to finish up.” Carlos told Nate, hoping he could squeeze his way between the two men and be off finding his perfect patient 0.

The two men did not move to let Carlos walk by. Nate kept his gaze fixed on Carlos, taking in his expanded figure. His plump arms stuffed into his too tight work shirt, his dress pants encasing his fat hams of thighs like sausages. He licked his lips as he took in the man’s scent, the room was filled with pheromones that caused his dick to make a tent in his pants. “Why don’t you stay for a little longer, Carlos? I could use a fresh set of eyes on that submission I’ve been complaining about.”

“Ah… well… I,” Carlos stammered, already feeling his shirt getting tighter again. And his pants, fuck, he needed to unbutton them urgently. He knew his pathogens would make him fat, but this was just uncalled for.

The imposing man put a hand on Nate's shoulder, not taking an eye off of the beefy scientist in front of him. “The man looks exhausted, why don’t you let him show me where the tips are and get going?”

“Yes, please, I’d like to get going as I have business to attend to.” Carlos said, breathing a sigh of relief. He felt something funny on his legs. Were the stitches of his pants starting to break one by one?

Nate wiped some drool from the side of his mouth. “Alright, if you two insist. Maybe another time for that submission, Carlos.”

Not a second after Nate closed the door, leaving the two men in the lab alone, did both thighs of Carlos’ pants split open and fall to the ground. He quickly tried to pick them up to cover himself, but realized there was no hope of putting the tatters back on. He smiled sheepishly at Brad, standing in nothing but a jock strap that exposed his bubble butt and a shirt with another button that couldn’t hold on much longer as his body digested and made him fatter. “Sorry about that.” He said, still holding his shredded pants.

Historically, Brad and Carlos had a bit of a rivalry, being the leading researchers in their respective labs. But with the ever growing hardness in his pants, this was not the time for petty disputes. Brad rubbed his beard and licked his lips, “No need to be shy. We’re top competitors right? I make people lose weight, you make people gain weight. It’s only fitting that you match the image of the products you make.”

Carlos stepped closer, his body jiggling. He had nothing but resentment for Brad, disgusted by the prospect of wanting to make the world a skinnier place. He couldn’t stand this man, and yet he had an idea. “You are very fit,” Carlos said breathily, trying his best to confidently seduce in his plumped up new body. “There’s a reason they used you as a model on all of Mediskinny’s products.”

“And you’ve been putting on a lot of weight ever since you made your big appetite stimulate. I never thought I’d say this, but the weight suits you. You got fat and it’s sexy as hell.” Brad started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his furry but chiseled pecs.

Giddy with the excitement of his master plan coming to fruition, Carlos didn’t even notice how tight his shirt had been becoming. The bottom button flew to the floor as his soft belly expanded outward, his happy trail quivering with the release.

“Let’s get that thing off you, big boy.” Brad purposefully stepped to Carlos and with large, forceful hands ripped his tight shirt off down the middle, increasing the man’s scent and causing instinct to take over. He pulled down his own pants and underwear, revealing a 10 inch dick standing at rock hard attention, ready to take on the swelling, beefy man’s body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He grabbed Carlos’ love handles and turned him around, Carlos instinctively leaning over onto a lab bench, knocking over empty beakers in the process.

Brad looked at the man’s globular ass, two jiggly cantaloupes ready for his throbbing cock. Carlos took a deep breath as he felt the tip start to enter, and hoped that his new ass blubber would keep the man’s giant member from going too deep.

“Hold on, I have lube,” Carlos said, a devious grin on his face. He reached down to his sock and pulled out the syringe. “Make sure to get it deep in my hole.”

“You fat, kinky bastard.” Brad smirked, and poured the lube-like liquid from the syringe deep into the ]man’s chunky ass as instructed. He carefully inserted his dick, and fucked Carlos so hard that his new, plump man tits slapped on the cool lab bench, stimulating his puffy nipples. With every pulse Carlos winced in pleasure, allowing himself to enjoy the moment knowing that everything was quickly about to change in the world. He enjoyed every jiggle and quake as he was fucked, feeling the fat slowly but noticeably expanding his body and thinking about what he wanted for dinner until the beautiful man’s cum filled him and leaked out, mixing with the sweaty sheen on his blubbery hindquarters.

Patient 1

The server opened the grandiose double doors, welcoming the rather handsome and imposinly tall gentleman into the luxurious restaurant. Immediately the man’s musky scent mixed with the ambient air of grease and meat, a welcomed change to the sly server’s delight. The server's dick quickly rose to attention in his elegant pants, his uniform contrasting with his edgy appearance. With a buzzed head, eyebrow piercing, and tattoo sleeves down his arms strong from carrying so many trays, Jax’s appearance did not exactly match the ambience of the luxury buffet, but he was just there to bring people their food, and many guests appreciated the edginess his look brought. Plus, he looked damn good when he cleaned up for work.

“Excuse me sir,” Jax called to the entering man who had paid him no attention. “Unfortunately we have a dress code, and sweatpants and tank tops aren’t allowed.” He definitely was not eager to turn this man away. One look at his frame, and immediately Jax knew he wanted to sleep with him. Broad shoulders, attractive beard, an athletic build disguised behind a round belly, just barely sticking out from under his black tank top. Jax couldn’t help but wonder why such a handsome man would be wearing such poorly fitting clothes, but he had no complaints. The more meat on display, the better.

“Ah come on, I’m starving.” The tall scientist said, rubbing his grumbling belly. “Can’t make an exception just this once?”


*** Part 2 will be uploaded 11/26/23