BioCorp Industries Part 3

Two months later

> Bruce: hey, want to grab dinner like we used to? i’ll bring levi

> Darren: Yea, I think some normalcy would be nice right now. I’ll get Andre dressed

Getting Andre dressed wasn’t as easy of a feat as it might sound. Andre, having well surpassed 300lbs and quickly heading to the 350s, no longer had any clothes that fit him. Any stores with big clothing quickly sold out, and shipments of anything in the area lately were sparce, as most delivery drivers had taken the injection within the first month. Getting Andre, and similarly Levi, dressed mostly consisted of convincing the large man that you’d go get his favorite food if he lifted his flabby arms up long enough to get him in a shirt that at least kind of covered his massively fattened torso. Shorts or pants at this point were out of the question. Andre’s thighs had grown to be bigger than modest tree trunks, aggressively rubbing when he walked. His growing, flabby belly had a deep enough navel that he loved to stick his chubby fingers in and finger when he ate. His chest had swelled into two fattened, succulent moobs that jiggled when he walked, and even his hands had become chubby. No sign that he ever worked out remained, he was a transformed man, huge ass and all.

As Darren wrestled the tight shirt around Andre’s plump tits, he grabbed Andre’s softened hand and dragged him to their favorite burger joint, ignoring the complaints of how sweaty all the walking was making him. He looked over at Andre, the big man shining with sweat on his brow, and his belly having several streams coming out of his fat rolls. This couldn’t possibly be his chronically unemployed friend with a disciplined diet and 6 workouts a week, could it?

In addition, Darren had long since gotten used to the public nudity that was becoming more prevalent in his city by the day. Andre’s huge, hairy ass out on display and his shrunken, fat pad covered dick were sights that any other resident in town had seen many times at this point. Initially starting off as chubby men walking around in tight briefs and shirts that exposed navels, over the last few months those same men had grown into sizes that just couldn’t be covered by their clothes any longer. Now, more men than not left the house with their blubber covered genitalia on display.

Andre and Darren arrived at the self-serving restaurant and waited in the queue with the many other exposed men in various stages of outgrowing their clothes. Soon Bruce showed up with a a tall, broad shouldered, smooth, and overly fattened Levi. Bruce had somehow wrangled the chubbed up man into a jock strap that had his fat pad spilling out and lardy ass threatening to break in the back, but for the time being it remained intact.

Darren gave Bruce a waive from ahead, knowing Andre would never give up their place in the queue. They quickly got their food and sat down, Andre’s portions ever growing. Luckily for them, the restaurant’s dining area was fairly bare as most of the men in town had been injected and preferred to eat in the comfort of their own gluttonous homes.

As soon as Darren saw the sheer amount of food on Bruce’s tray that he’d ordered, he known exactly what had happened. “Oh fuck, Bruce. Don’t tell me you got injected?”

Bruce, already greedily unwrapping a burger and speaking in between bites, looked down, disappointed. “I had to man, no other option for income. Couldn’t take any trains out of town, couldn’t rent a car, couldn’t catch a flight to go stay with my family. Everyone’s getting injected, nobody’s working. It was the only option.”

Darren looked at his three friends sitting around him at the table stacked high with food. Each of the three men gluttonously shoving food into their mouths. Even Bruce, who still had some reservation and shame with his gluttony, kept the food entering his mouth. Salty fries, juicy burgers dribbling grease down his chin, soda after soda causing his washboard abs to bloat out more as he released a heavy belch.

“But don’t worry, I won’t end up like these two,” Bruce said, slapping Levi’s moob with the back of his burger. “I’m resuming my home workouts tomorrow.”

“Great. Perfect. Resume the home workout tomorrow.” Darren said, having heard this story all before.

An audible snap came from Levi’s chair, Darren quickly got up to make sure everything was okay. “Sorry guys,” Levi said, rubbing deep circles in his blubbery belly. “I think my jock strap just busted off.”

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It wasn’t long before Darren insisted on moving himself and Andre into Bruce and Levi’s apartment. Bruce answered the door on the move in day burping, his overstuffed belly peeking out underneath his shirt, his biceps still showing some of their muscle mass that was quickly being overtaken with fat.

“It’s really not necessary for you to move in here, Darren.” Bruce said, not offering to help move any of the boxes Darren had brought with him. “I appreciate the offer for you to help me take care of Levi given my current condition, but this really is just a bulk.” He finished with a flex.

One look at Bruce’s fattening buttocks was all it took for Darren to know that Bruce would soon be blowing up to a size similar to their other two friends.

Quickly the men settled into their routine. Bruce slept in his room, Andre moved into Levi’s room, Levi slept in the living room (the couch had a growing indent that fit his ballooning body perfectly), and Darren made a makeshift bedroom in their home office.

Darren’s work office was shut down not too long after moving in, and his position was shifted to a work from home position. He spent his days analyzing data for work and looking into BioCorp’s business ventures, seeing that they were offering their deal to more and more cities around the world as he tried to expose them online. As much as he felt he should abandon his city in search of a normal life elsewhere, his friends kept him there as he was afraid they’d become too big to take care of themselves if he left. There was no end to the gluttony in sight.

After 4 months of living together, things had started to feel relatively normal. Darren never stopped his efforts to expose what BioCorp had been doing to their citizens, but any material he posted on the internet never seemed to get any exposure beyond a few comments talking about how obviously fake all of his content is. Despite this, the routine of waking up, passing out breakfast deliveries for his roommates, working his job, cleaning and passing out more food in between, then doing a home workout to stay in shape, seemed to happen naturally. They were settling in so much that it was not uncommon for Darren to play some video games or watch a tv show with his friends in the evening.

Their sedentary lifestyle and the sheer volume of food they consumed took a toll on their bodies, of course. Bruce never did that home workout he promised Darren, instead having grown to quite chubby proportions. When the deliveries of kegs filled with delicious fattening liquid showed up, Bruce was the first to try it. Within seconds of Darren finishing the installation process, Bruce was suckling the keg like a teet, his chubby thighs holding up his swelling body against the wall. Levi and Andre opted for tubes attached to their kegs so they could sip and suck down the liquid calories while they concentrated on their video games. Darren posted a video of their keg filled living room similar to the one he once saw of Las Vegas, although he liked to think the quality of his video was much better.

As Darren watched his friends grow, their libidos went into overdrive. He was responsible for sucking their growing moobs, reaching into their pubic fat and fishing out their shrinking, rock hard dicks, masturbating them, fucking them when he was up for it. As each of their asses grew fatter, Darren grew an attraction to each of the men, taking to fucking them as he pleased. While he was lathering Andre’s behemoth body in the shower, Darren couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by the hefty rack Andre had grown, sucking on his moobs passionately. Aggressively Darren had turned Andre around, getting down on his knees. He ate out the large man’s ass, his beard tickling the fat man’s hole as he moaned in pleasure, the only time food wasn’t on his mind.

Despite how uncontrollably fat his roommates had become, Bruce surpassing 300lbs and Levi and Andre expanding into the 400s, Darren had started to become accustomed to his new life. That was, until he got the email saying that BioCorp bought out the company he works for. Darren was laid off, and desperate to find a way to find the income required to buy his own food, hygiene products, and pay the portion of his rent and utilities the city still required despite the wealth of his roommates.

Desperate to find work, Darren set out to internet job postings only to find little luck. He ran around the deserted city, hoping to find someone somewhere offering a job. He was unlucky, only finding naked obese men wandering the streets in search of their next binge. He wanted to help them, he really did, but his apartment was already overcrowded and his roommates only growing bigger. The sheer volume of fat men, stupid with hunger, wandering the streets, restaurants, and public transit shocked Darren. Last he had heard at work over 90% of the town had gotten injected, but he couldn’t find anyone athletic in the whole town, let alone someone coherent enough to offer him a job.

As the weeks turned into months, Darren knew what would happen. There was only one option. After his savings had depleted and his bank account ran dry, a skinny Darren headed over to the BioCorp office. He had barely eaten in the last weeks, a couple times even breaking his vow not to eat his roommate’s food in case BioCorp did anything to tamper with it.

As Darren entered the luxurious office building with marbled tiled floors and gold accents, he checked the comments on his most recent videos exposing life in his city post BioCorp.

>“Fake af”

>“You just stole that other guys idea”

>“@smithy789 new biocorp lore just dropped 😍"

He put away his phone as a very muscular man in a lab coat greeted him.

“We’re happy to get you setup with your biometric chip today, sir. Just take a seat and we’ll call you in when we’re ready.”

Darren left the building with his wrist tender, his bank account full of money from a promotional bonus, and his stomach growling. Immediately he spotted his favorite burger joint from across the street. He waited impatiently in the queue of fat, naked men for his turn. His tray was stacked high with food as he scanned his wrist across the biometric reader at the cashier station.

Sitting down and immediately started to stuff his face, an extreme hunger overcame Darren that could only be satisfied by eating everything on the tray in front of him.

‘Don’t worry,’ he thought to himself. ‘If I just go back to eating light tomorrow and do my home workout, I’ll be able to live a normal life.’

----- Thinking about writing an epilogue 🤔 -----