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Medibesity Labs Part 11

“Last night I slept with the tube in my mouth,” 215 said. “So that was wild, waking up even fatter. Like I didn’t even experience the fattening. I just woke up like this.” He said, wobbling his thick torso. “It’s starting to freak me out. I can’t stop eating.”


“But don’t you think it’s hot?” Vincent asked, eating pancakes off a plate to make himself even bigger.


215 sighed. “Of course I do, in the moment. But then I cum and I’m thinking about what’s going to happen to us. Then I wish I would’ve stayed and held out longer on the quarantine.”


214, a former twink with tattoos, had been listening in. “What’s going to happen to us is that we get to live a life of ease. So what if we get fat? It’s just a belly.” He finished, shaking his own chubbed up body with his hands for emphasis.


“You guys don’t get it.” 215 said. “I just need them to take me away so I can get fucked all day and not think about any of this.” The chubby man's dick grew stiff, fighting his exposed pubic lard to grow upward.



Soon Dr. Walker came into their living room for the first time and addressed the room. “I see you all are adjusting nicely. It’s good to see the climbing numbers from the reports in person from time to time. I do have an opportunity for one special patient to help our research if he chooses to participate. This patient was chosen on the amount of fat gained in relation to original body mass in the quickest amount of time.” 215’s eyes brightened, the worry from earlier disappearing. 


Dr. Walker continued. “Can patient 219 please come with me? You are this group’s best performing patient, and we are offering you the opportunity to meet with a new group of patients this afternoon.” 


219 stood up slowly, his overfed and overgrown belly causing him to calculate his balance carefully. With an engorged middle, he walked over to Dr. Walker and told everyone, “I accept,” before the pair headed out.


215 watched as 219’s back rolls and rotund ass left the room. “Fuck this.” He said, and went to his chair. He spent the rest of the day sulking and gorging on as much food as possible, his body growing to a new size with every bite. 


That evening 219 came back into the room, massively unrecognizably obese. He arrived, his ass still dripping cum as he waddled in, his body consumed even more by an immense amount of blubber. Everyone stared in awe and envy. What they wouldn’t do to have been bred and grown huge all day. Vincent and some of the others congratulated him on his massive gain, and for finally filling out his spacey armchair properly. 


/////


2 days later Vincent stepped onto the scale, feeling his body take a second to stop jiggling. 


“252lbs.” Nurse Mitchell said, taking a caliper out and pinching Vincent’s fat belly. His eyes lingered on the plump man’s smooth and perky moobs with stiff nipples. “Slow but steady progress. Have you been sleeping with your feeding tube in at night? You know the shakes in the keg are as calorically dense as physically possible.”


“Yes, I slept with it in last night. I think that’s why I probably hit the 28lbs gain today. But even still, everyone else seems to be growing so much faster than me.” Vincent said, his cock twitching to grow bigger.


Michtell sat Vincent down and looked at the chubby man’s face earnestly. “There’s no need to rush this. You’re going to have your whole life to be a huge man, it’s not a race.”


Vincent thought for a second. Mitchell was right. He would be hugely fat forever, no responsibilities, no consequences as he would be pretty much useless at that point. “You’re right.” He told Mitchell. “There’s no rush. Thanks for the talk.”


While he devised his plan, Vincent spent the day pigging out with all the other fattening men. None of them fit in their clothes, they all walked around naked at various stages of their fattening. Vincent loved to look at each of them and thought about how skinny they all were when they first got here. Now look at them, a bunch of growing fatasses. All of them addicted to food beyond belief, so addicted they couldn’t help but stuff themselves and grow even fatter. Fuck, even he was fatter than his friend Milo when he got dropped off here. 


That evening at 11:50pm Vincent shoved the last fistful of fries that his distended and bloated belly could handle. He looked around the room. 214 had been growing pretty quick the past couple days. His moobs already formed a shelf all the way across his belly. But Vincent’s? His still stuck out on either side without the clear fat man shelf. His dick throbbed with envy. He couldn't let everyone surpass him in mass, he needed to be fatter.


Vincent headed to a random bathroom stall, belly leading the way. He sat quietly, waiting for the custodian to do their nightly cleaning. Every night at midnight, like clockwork. Vincent dreamed about how fat he’d be after this, willing his body to digest the food he just ate even faster so he could start growing and orgasming again. While he waited he looked at his chubby thighs that touched, his belly that sat on top of them, even his chubby fingers. He’d never be this skinny again.


At 12:02am the door opened. Vincent lifted his feet so they couldn’t be seen. When the custodian, a scrawny slim man, opened the stall door, Vincent quickly grabbed the walk-talky hanging on his belt and threw it in the toilet. Before the custodian knew what was happening, Vincent was ramming his heft into him with as much effort as his artificial lethargy would allow. The young man was knocked to the floor, where Vincent pinned him down underneath his heft. “You’re going to love what fucking me is going to do to you.” he told the custodian.


The young man tried to get Vincent off, but he was pinned down. “Please,” he begged. “You don’t have to do this.”


“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.” Vincent said, slipping off the man’s mask. He gave the pheromones a moment to kick in.


“Okay…” The custodian said, his panicked expression turning into a slight smile. “Maybe you could use a good fucking.”


/////


The next morning Vincent was awakened gently by Mitchell. He groaned as he, the rest of the men in the room gawked at his size. How had patient #220 put on so much weight overnight? Vincent felt every pound he'd gained weighing him down, jiggling. He was forced by his overfed body to waddle.


Vincent lumbered onto the scale. “412lbs,” Mitchell announced flatly. He grabbed his calipers and began to prod at Vincent’s rotund and hanging shiny belly. His moobs hung over his rounded belly nice and heavily, holding a good weight to them. His back rolls had gone from being able to hold a paperclip in them yesterday to now being able to take a big cock. His belly button looked deep and especially fuckable. His thighs chafed when he waddled, and his neck had thickened into a permanent double chin under his chubby jowls. His dick stiffened in his blubber from the touch from Mitchell, the man's biceps bulging out of his scrub sleves.


“You’re not impressed with that number?” Vincent asked, disappointed by the lack of reaction from his favorite nurse.


Mitchell wouldn’t make eye contact. “We both know there’s only one way you could reach this weight so quickly, and it wasn’t the feeding tube while you were asleep.”


“You’re not going to report me are you?,” Vincent asked, worry creeping into his fat face. He thought back to last night, how good it felt to feel his whole body warm, tingly and expanding with every pound from the custodian. Fatter and fatter by the minute, his dick getting more and more swallowed in his pubic lard until he came all over himself, the custodian man handling his lardy chest.


Mitchell let the question hang in the air for a moment. “I’d never report you.”


“So what’s the issue?” Vincent asked.


Mitchell looked at Vincent. “If you were going to pull something like that, you should have pulled it with me.”


/


Back at the room Vincent waddled over to 215, 214, and 211. 214 and 211, somewhere in the low to mid 300s, stared in awe at Vincent's size. Their own fattened bodies not carrying nearly as much heft as the glutton in front of them. 215 glared.


“So 220, what’s your secret? You have to tell us.” 214 pressed as he sloppily ate a comically large cinnamon roll, icing dropping onto his moob.


“No secret.” Vincent lied, spinning his nude body in a circle. “What you’re seeing is 412lbs of hard work.”


“412lbs!” 215 exclaimed. “I was only 407lbs today. How did you jump so far ahead of me?”


Vincent laughed, his belly jiggling. “I just ate, and woke up like this. Guess some of your fatass luck rubbed off on me.” He looked at 215’s fattened body. You’d never have been able to tell he could’ve been a model with the amount of fat that had accumulated on his face. Recently he had decided his long hair was too much upkeep, and had gotten it shortly cropped.  Like Vincent, he was approaching superchub territory. His long dick still poked out under his pubic fat, but he was beginning to have some trouble reaching around his massively fat belly when he masturbated after gorging himself. He greedily ate donut after donut throughout the conversation. While he hadn’t been much of an emotional eater before he started his transformation, he definitely was one now. 


215 sat next to the buffet table all day, eating non stop. Sometime during mid afternoon, Vincent pulled up a reinforced chair and joined him in his binging. The two men could pack away the most food out of almost anyone, except for 219, who was starting to have difficulties walking at this point.


“I got fucked last night.” Vincent started.


“I knew it!” 215 said almost breathless at the exertion from eating so many chicken tenders. “No way you could have naturally beat my metabolism.” He chugged back half a liter of fattening keg shake, the excess dribbling down his chins and onto his moob shelf.


“But listen.” Vincent said. “I know you haven’t been happy here. Maybe you’d be happier if we just got fat as fuck and found our place to settle.”


“I’m listening.”


Vincent smiled. “I have a plan that could get both of us fucked again, but we’d have to work together.”


215 looked at the food in front of them before carefully selecting a large handful of fries to stuff into his mouth. He looked around the room at all the other men in there. He looked down at his huge, fattening body. “Whatever it is, I’m in.”

Medibesity Labs Part 10

He looked to Dr. Walker. “I'm not sure I want to do this.”


“You’re always allowed to leave. We cannot hold you here.” Dr. Walker responded, grabbing his pen and clipboard. “Should I start the exit process?”

Vincent started to answer, but his train of thought was cut short. What was that smell? It smelled like someone needed to be fucked, and they needed to be fucked now. Vincent’s dick swelled in his pants. He pulled them down and let it fly forward. He looked to 185 laying on his back, his handsome face surrounded by manly blubber. That was the face that needed fucking. 


Vincent took his shirt off and approached, lifting 185’s hefty legs and granting himself access to his dripping hole. Vinent inserted himself, grabbing onto 185’s lard, leaning over and sucking his moobs as he pounded away, feeling the big boy growing with every pound. The soft, warm, slick fat jiggled and clapped with every movement, eveloping Vincent’s lithe body more and more as he fucked away. 


Vincent’s whole body stiffened as he grunted and finished his load right into 185’s massive ass. He put his clothes back on and looked to the handsome nurse, who took him by the shoulder and handed him a pamphlet discussing what is to come (“You may experience increased appetite, increased libido, lethargy…”). He discussed the symptoms with Vincent as he led him down the hallways. “Any questions about what to expect in terms of your health?”


“No, you did a great job making it clear.” Vincent said. 


“Alright then, with that, let me show you to your new room for living.” The nurse replied, opening a door. Inside the expansive room were 10 oversized armchairs, capable of reclining for sleep, next to keg machines equipped with long straws sitting next to each chair.  In front of the chairs were screens with streaming boxes hung on the walls. At the middle of the room was a buffet table full of all the foods Vincent had been craving: friend chicken fries, burgers, pizza, cakes, cookies, mashed potatoes, sandwiches, soda, etc. The other 9 patients sat around, some messing with the streaming boxes, a few talking to each other. 


The nurse continued. “The food is all you can eat, we refresh it throughout the day. Don’t forget about the nutritional kegs next to your chairs if you’re feeling too lethargic to get to the food tables. A hallway of bathrooms is through that door back there. The TVs have all any services you could want, and we can get a laptop or video games if you’re interested. The chairs may seem oversized now but you will appreciate the extra room soon enough. They’re also equipped with buttons for calling us if you need. Please do not hesitate, we are at your service. My name’s Mitchell, by the way.” The nurse said, looking intensely at Vincent. “Your transition is the one I’m most excited for!” 


‘I didn’t think about the staff being excited for this’ Vincent thought. “I guess I will get acquainted. Thanks, Mitchell.” 


Vincent sat in the massive chair labeled “220”. Soon enough he’d fill this whole chair, if the virus was successful. He looked around the room at the men he’d be going through this with. As he surveyed, 211, the buff black guy who first fucked 185, approached the buffet table. He grabbed a juicy burger and took a giant bite out of it, then another, and another. The burger was finished in 4 bites. He grabbed a handful of fries and shoved it into his mouth, washing it down with a whole soda. Drops flowed from his mouth and got on his shirt as he chugged, like he couldn’t get the food inside of himself fast enough. The other 9 men stared in awe. ‘I know we’ll get hungry, but he doesn’t have to make a glutton of himself,’ Vincent thought. 


Soon enough 212, a bald man with a nicely trimmed beard, approached the table and started gorging himself. Then 213, and later 214. By the time 215, the lanky blond guy, had eaten so much his belly was distended, Vincent felt the first pang of hunger creeping in.


He went over to 215, almost intimidated by the tall, tanned man’s striking features. “So the food’s good?” Vincent teased.


“Fuck, it’s the best stuff I’ve ever eaten. Can’t tell if they made it better for us or if it's the virus settling in.” He said, holding his overly full midsection. He picked up a cookie. “There’s no more room, but I need more, you know?”


“I’m sure I will soon enough,” Vincent laughed, shallowly. He eyed the cookie in 215’s hand. Did it look good? Yes, of course. It looked like the best cookie in the world. How could he not have noticed it when he walked in? 218 came over to the table and started shoveling fries into his face. But Vincent? He had self control. 


219, the short but beefy latino, joined the conversation while 215 ate more of the cookie. “You feeling it yet?” 219 asked.


“I could eat.” Vincent said. “It’s nothing serious.”


“I know I came here and will get fat, but I didn’t expect to want to hold out on the hunger. I don’t know how much longer I can deny myself. That chicken looks so good, so crispy.” 219 drooled. 


“That’s how it started for me.” 215 said with cookie in his mouth, lifting his shirt and revealing his insanely bloated middle. “And now look at me.”


219 grabbed a piece of chicken. “One piece won’t hurt.”


On 219’s tenth piece Vincent decided he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He reached for a burger himself, what he’s been craving since this whole damn Virus Obese thing started. It was the best burger he ever ate, even as he finished it, grease dribbling down his chin, he realized he was still hungry. What could’ve been a full meal for him didn’t even put a dent in his ravenous hunger. As he grabbed a second burger, 211 stood up from his food coma. He took off his stained shirt, his chiseled abs bowing out with overindulgence.


“I think it’s happening,” He said, his deep voice sounding resigned. Everyone gathered around, several of the thin men still munching away greedily. 


It started with his ass, it expanded outward. Then his bloated abs pushed out slowly at the bottom, a little paunch bulging outward as the minutes went by. His V shaped back rounded out at the sides as the beginning of love handles formed. Everyone stood around in awe at what was happening, except Vincent who stayed back at the buffet table to gorge himself. 211 became extremely aroused, he quickly dropped his sweatpants and started to masturbate shamelessly in front of the others, moaning in pleasure as his body expanded. 212 came over and took off his clothes as well, his narrow but bloated midsection starting to thicken with fat as well. 211 brought him over to his chair and they kissed intensely, jerking each other off as they both thickened all over.


An hour or so later Vincent sat back in his chair, rubbing circles around his distended belly trying to ease the pain. He’d eaten until he couldn’t eat any more, then shoved in another burger, and then more fries. He’d never been so full in his entire life. Behind him many of the men, extremely aroused, ate and expanded, jerking off when they started to fatten. Vincent thought about what was about to happen to him as he watched Mitchell restock the food. The nurse seemed to enjoy his job, always asking the men if they needed anything and happy to fetch whatever it may be. 


215 came over to sit next to Vincent in his oversized chair. “Make room, 220. While you still can.”


Vincent gently moved himself over and 215, now naked, sat next to him, stroking his long dick as his tanned and previously flat stomach coated itself with the beginning of a belly. His light happy trail pushed outward, jiggling with every stroke.


“Shouldn’t be long for you, too.” He said to Vincent, eying 219 in the corner shyly jerking himself off as his ass grew. “The crazy thing is, I’m already hungry again. Can’t wait to eat more cookies.”


“I don’t need to eat for another week.” Vincent said, his stomach still aching. 


“You will.” 215 replied. “Look what it’s already doing to me.” He grabbed his starter belly and jiggled it, the brand new fat apparent. “I feel like I’ve already put on more than 211 and I’m still growing!” 


Vincent looked back to 211 and then at 215’s belly. 211 was back at the buffet table eating again, looking like he had gained maybe 20lbs of fat over his tall, thickly muscled body. A little belly covering his abs, his ass a little juicier, his arms a little thicker, his pecs a little more meaty. 215 on the other hand, coming in here lanky, looked like if he didn’t stop growing soon he’d have a nice, round soccer ball of fat attached to his shiny middle. “Yea,” he said. “You are growing fast.”


Vincent continued to watch 215’s belly until he felt something in his own middle. A warmness, almost a tingling spreading down to his groin where his dick started to get hard. He squirmed in his seat. 


215 took notice. “Atta boy, let’s get those clothes off you.” And Vincent obliged, arousal taking over. He felt a bit sweaty, not overly so, but noticeably glistening more than usual. He looked down at his hairless midsection, it was hard to tell what was bloat from the food and what was fat. As the warmth intensified and spread to his love handles, his ass, his thighs, his arms and chest, even feeling a bit in his neck, face, and fingers, he noticed that his fullness was rapidly decreasing. He could definitely eat again if Mitchell brought him food, but his current thoughts were on milking his dick dry. He pulled 215 into a kiss and felt their slippery, bloating bodies pressing into each other as he started to thicken. When he finally broke the kiss, he noticed soft fat towards the bottom of his torso rounding out his midsection. That couldn’t be from the bloat, he was growing fat, and right before his eyes. By the time him and 215 were covered in each other’s cum, he noticed he was a bit thicker all over. He’d lost a few pounds during the rationing period, but those were all back now and they were bringing a few friends. 


215 finally stopped expanding, a ball of fat spilling over on his previously lean midsection. “More food?” He asked Vincent.


“More food.” Vincent replied, getting up. 


/////


The next morning Vincent stepped on the examination room’s scale. “177lbs,” Nurse Mitchell read off with a squeeze to Vincent’s middle. “That’s a 22lbs gain in one day. Impressive job.”


Vincent stepped off the scale and pulled his pants over his thickened thighs. He fascned the button across his puffy middle, struggling to get the button close enough. ‘By tomorrow, they might not button at all,’ he thought. Mitchell playfully squeezed the few inches of fat he had and started to take other measurements.


Back in the living room Vincent didn’t mess with putting on his shirt stained with his gluttony from the previous day. Everyone else seemed to have a similar idea, shirtless but dressed in some level of underwear, shorts/pants, or completely nude. 


His thoughts quickly turned to food and he headed for the buffet table, which Nurse Mitchell was stocking with a decadent spread of pancakes, waffles, fried eggs, sausage, butter toast, blocks of cheese, bacon, and whatever else the men had requested. 


Vincent looked at all the other men to see how his gains compared. He was definitely on the lighter end of the average gain, but his eyes stopped on 215’s body. He grabbed a cheesy bagel and walked over quickly.

“Woah 215, you are definitely the fattest man here. Congrats.” Vincent greeted, eying the chubby man's plump fat. He meant it too, 215 had the biggest belly he’d seen so far and was even starting to grow moobs. 


215 took a bite of bacon and rolled his eyes. “Yea, I’m fattening way faster than I thought, but have you seen 219? He’s blowing up.”


Vincent looked over to 219 in his oversized armchair. He was the only guy not socializing with the others, but was still asleep from the morning. He had his keg straw in his mouth and his belly was indeed bigger than 215’s. On such a small frame, he’d really thickened up. Even his face was looking pudgier than yesterday. His torso had pudged up so much rolls of gleaming fat folded in on themselves.   


“Oh, yeah.” Vincent said. “He’s gotten big fast. I wonder if they’ll take one of us to spread the virus to a new group too, like they did with 185.”


215 thought for a second. “Wouldn’t mind it being me. I’m a little worried about how fast I’m fattening up, like maybe something weird will happen and I’ll end up even fatter than those guys on the street. But on the other hand I’m so horny and would love to get fucked by a new batch of guys. 185 looked like he had the time of his life.”


Vincent got horny at the thought, especially the thought of himself expanding erotically as he was fucked. He grabbed a sausage breakfast sandwich and felt his pants getting even tighter. He looked over to 215’s shorts with the button wide open, exposing some chubby pubic flesh under his beginning belly. “Can you even button those?”


215 sucked in his belly and looked down. “Dude, no. Not even close.” He tried to pull the button to the hole but they were a good half inch away from each other, even with him sucking in his fat. “Crazy to think they won’t even cover my ass eventually.” 


“Yea,” Vincent agreed, taking another bite of his sandwich. “It’s crazy to think we’re all just going to keep growing fatter and fatter.”


The men spent their morning gorging themselves, becoming insanely aroused, fattening up while jerking each other off, and repeating the process. Vincent watched his torso going from having an extra two inches of fat to rounding out like a real belly sticking to his middle. He got off to himself and those around him getting fatter, he thought about his thighs starting to touch and how soft his ass felt when he sat on it. He came multiple times thinking about how fat he’d look tomorrow, or the day after. Very quickly the expansion of his body and those around him became the center of his sexuality. When he gorged himself, his belly stuck out further every time, he wasn’t motivated only by pure, physical hunger. He was motivated by the sheer will to grow absolutely massive by any means necessary. 



He gained another 25lbs that day, and developed a real gut. The men around him all thickened up as well. 211 was growing some belly and moobs, but was very bottom heavy with a huge solid ass and thick thunder thighs. 212’s narrow otter frame was quickly widening as he looked more chub daddy than otter by the hour. 215 and 219 continued to grow the fastest, shocking everyone with how fast they’d expanded.


The next morning the men were eating at the buffet tables after their weigh-ins. 219 had requested a chair to sit next to the table and rarely left it, continuously gorging himself. His belly and rolls continued to thicken, his face, even with his good bone structure, was looking more chipmunk-like as time passed. 


Vincent still wore his pants, albeit unbuttoned, while he still could, but 215 had retired any clothes completely. At 6’2 he had weighed 250lbs even that morning, 90lbs total gained over 2 days. 


“I don’t know how you do it.” Vincent said, shocked at how chubby the previously lanky man was growing. He stared at 215’s basketball of lard hanging off his middle, his soft love handles, his plump ass, his juicy moobs, his chubby arms, the double chin under his model face. 


“I think it’s genetics," 215 said. "Plus last night I slept with the nutrition tube in my mouth, so that was wild, waking up even fatter. Like I didn’t even experience the fattening. I just woke up like this.” He wobbled his thick torso. “It’s starting to freak me out. I can’t stop eating.”

Do you think Vincent from Medibesity Labs Part 9 will back out of his fattening?

General Updates

Hey fatties, thought I'd give you a little update. Make sure to grab a snack and start stuffing yourself before you read.

My schedule in April became a lot more hectic and will stay this way for a couple more months. That being said, I will be releasing Medibesity content in 2 more weeks, and 2 more weeks after that. It's a realistic schedule for where I'm currently at, and I know your fatasses can't get enough of this story. I don't expect anyone to stay subscribed to my page 100% of the time, so I like to give this transparency of schedule for your financial planning.

After that I am feeling like branching out a bit with my content before returning to medibesity labs (it's not even close to being finished, even if its at 132,000+ words). In the meantime, make yourself fatter and feel free to tell me about it if youre on grommr @Demigod. Love hearing about how fat my work is making you

PS. I accidentally released medibesity part 9 during the first hour missing a chunk at the beginning. This has since been corrected

Medibesity Labs Part 9

“No!” Leo yelled, trying to squirm out from the scientist. “Let me save my friend!”

“It’s too late for him.” The scientist said, matter of factly. “And it’s about to be too late for you too. I don’t know how you’ve reached this point without a mask or getting infected, but my team is going to make sure you don’t get in the way again.” The chubby man reached into his coat and pulled out a walky-talky. Leo struggled to get his arms free, but it was to no avail.

Right as the scientist started to make his call on the device, a huge force sent him flying back several feet and landed on him, restraining him under almost 400lbs of blubber. Trevan, wheezing from charging the man, laid on the chubby man and strangled the walky-talky out of his hands before throwing it to Leo.

“Trevan!” Leo exclaimed. “You escaped! Thank you, but hurry up. We have to save Sam and get out of here!”

Trevan looked up at Leo, his tight glasses hugging his face chub just a little too much. He continued to wheeze, unable to speak.

Leo realized Trevan was too fat and out of shape to be any help and immediately grabbed Sam by the waist and pulled him back, shoving the respirator over his head. “Put your pants back on. We need to leave.” He said to Sam, noticing that his friend’s dick was still dripping.

“Can one of you help me clean up?” Zane asked, wobbling his huge, cum filled ass.

“Go fuck yourself.” Sam said, pulling up his pants and helping Leo tie up the scientist to the side of Zane’s bed. After they neutralized him, they hoisted their obese friend up and started making their way to find Jones.

-

Piling into the final research lab at the end of the hall, Trevan, Sam, and Leo were met with the fattest man they’d ever seen in an oversized gurney and Jones sitting against a counter, his belly, thighs, and moobs seemingly inflating. Next to both men was their very own personalized contraption with straws feeding into their mouths, both men greedily sucking down the liquid inside.

“Jones, we have to leave now. Stop eating and let’s go!” Leo said, making his urgency known.

Jones looked up at the young men, his face slowly growing fatter by the minute. “I’m not going anywhere, boys. It’s over.”

“What do you mean it’s over?” Sam asked, fear in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jones started. “That it’s over. The government has given up on any research towards a cure and has switched all efforts over to focusing on maintenance of quality of life post fattening transformation, we call it Protocol C. Everyone is going to get fat, and everyone is going to be fed this liquid. It’s extremely addicting, and calorie dense, but it is designed so that any excess calories are not absorbed once a certain size is reached. Unfortunately that size is about as big as our friend Carlos here. I am currently growing towards this size, and you all will be soon, too.”

Trevan shuddered. “That can’t be true, there has to be a cure!”

Jones sighed and took a long swig from his straw. “Unfortunately there will never be a cure. All government efforts are going into mass production of these contraptions and their liquid to help the population maintain a decent quality of life. By this time next week, every fat bastard too fat to walk will be the new owner of one of these things. This is the way of the future, boys. At least as a side effect the serum is extremely erotic.”

Just as Jones finished his sentence, Carlos rocked back and forth harder and harder, his whole body jiggling wildly, until he let out a long moan and laid back still, a pool of cum slowly flooding out from under his heavy belly. He went back to watching his show and sucking on the liquid.

Following suit, Jones rocked back and forth harder and harder, his hairy belly pushing out more and more as he did so, his moobs growing fatter and closer to his face, until a small stream of cum ejected out from the tip of his barely exposed dick, sinking into his fat pad.

He spoke up once he regained his composure. “I do that every 5-10 minutes. It’s fucking amazing. Now you have to get out of here. Let a fat man get fatter.”

Leo, Sam, and Trevan all looked at each other.

“Good luck to you.” Leo said. “Try not to get too fat.”

“Don’t count on it!” Jones called after the young men as they left, satisfied with his decision.

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Patients 447,055-447,065

The commercial break ended and Channel 11’s logo flashed across the screen. At the news anchor desk sat a sweaty, fattened young man. His white button down hadn't fit in 100lbs, the buttons around his round, protruding belly had popped off allowing his blubbery flesh to be seen by everyone tuned in. Audience members from all across the state watched his rotund chest in suspension, the gaps between the buttons further apart than ever. Will this be the broadcast where his moobs bust them open as they grow even fatter?

The young intern grabbed a nervous fist full of chips from a party sized bag and awkwardly brought them to his greedy mouth. He chewed, his incoming double chin wobbling, before swallowing deeply and looking off to the side out of camera shot. “Do I start now, Mr. Sanburg?” he asked.

“You started 30 seconds ago kid, start reading the teleprompter!” A familiar voice answered back.

“Oh, sorry.” The intern looked below the camera and started to read. “Just a few days ago, the CDC rolled out a new assistance program to aid populations affected by Virus Obese. A new technology that will take care of the physical needs of those who have become immobilized by their weight has been helping tens of thousands of infected men as estimates of those infected by Virus Obese continue to rise to the hundreds of thousands.” A video of a fleet of small machines on wheels with kegs, monitors, and long straws driving themselves into a grocery store with broken windows played as the intern spoke. The machines drove straight to a number of impossibly fat, naked men immobilized on the floor of the store. Each of their lardy arms immediately reached for their machine’s straw and started sucking addicting liquid from the 10 gallon kegs.

“The CDC continues to move those who immobilized in harsh conditions to more suitable environments. Meanwhile, new programs offering a smoother transition into immobilization are now available in your area. Enter your zip code at the link below to find the nearest immobilization center to you.” As he finished his sentence, the intern looked down at his breasts. The two blobs of fat crammed behind the top of his ill fitting button up slowly started to expand outward, widening the gaps between the buttons. His belly from underneath could be seen swelling as well. 

“Oh God, it’s happening again!” The intern whispered nervously. Within seconds, the first of 3 remaining buttons popped off his chest, his fat spilling forward. A moment later the next button popped, sending his sweaty fat jiggling from the force. He tore open the final button closest to his thick neck and let his fat expand freely, all eyes on him. He adjusted something in his tight pants from below view. His eyes shamefully met the camera, “And if anyone wants to fuck me… you can find me at the Channel 11 news studio located at- ”

Looking away from his TV screen, Vincent typed in a url to his web browser and started to read the available information about the CDC recommended immobilization centers (‘A comfortable start to your bigger and better life!’). He typed in his zip code and saw the nearest immobilization center to him was only a 10 minute drive away.

As a resident of a city only a few hours drive from where the Virus Obese originated, Vincent’s town had been hit pretty hard. He crossed over to his studio apartment’s window, the summer heat radiating in. He looked at the streets below, his view plagued with the occasional impossibly fat man littering his city. Stuck underneath random trees, or laying against the walls of stores on hard concrete. If he made one mistake, he could end up just as fat and uncomfortable as them. The only non CDC personnel who dared walk the streets lately were those infected and on the hunt for food. Several men with growing bellies could easily be seen from his window at any moment lethargically hunting for their next binge or perhaps some clothes that actually covered their fat, growing bellies.

He went through his phone. Emails about the next delivery of rations from the CDC wouldn’t arrive for 3 more days, and his cupboards only had 2 sleeves of crackers left to last him. Electricity had been spotty in the area as the workforce at the factories decreased, and anything in his fridge was long rotten. His phone logs were mostly of calls from work, his career had ended before his eyes after several years of doing his best to climb the corporate ladder. His text messages were full of invites from his circle of friends inviting him out to grab food, and later horny invites to their place with chubby nudes attached. His once fit and athletic group of friends had all been infected in the previous weeks, he was the only one who took the quarantine seriously. And look where that got him.

Vincent sighed heavily and texted Milo, his only friend not so far in his infection that he hadn’t been begged to be fucked. 

Vincent: going to immobilization center today, want to come?

Milo: Pick me up at the cafe near my place. Can you bring any rations you won’t be eating? The hunger is real. 

Vincent sighed and packed a bag of essentials, not knowing what exactly to bring to an immobilization center. Phone charger, toiletries, water bottle, a metal he won for winning MVP of a soccer match with his local social team he was just playing with a few months ago. Perhaps when he too grew impossibly fat he could wear it as some sort of joke, or reminder of who he once was. He threw the two sleeves of crackers in the bag and put on his respirator mask before heading out. 

As he drove to pick up Milo he thought about how well he fit into his car seat, how much room there was. He was decently tall and maintained a trim build his whole life. What would it be like to start to gain fat? Is this really the best option for him? Maybe he could sit in his apartment and live off rations until he was able to organize something with the other thin men of the city. 

He sat and waited at an intersection for a horde of 30 or so fattening men to pass, rubbing their swelling midsections and hunger on their face. One small slip of his mask and that could be him. Hungry and scouring the streets for food that has already been eaten by all of the other starving fat men. His stomach growled, empty. How could he convince himself to stay in his apartment for months on end with only stale crackers and canned beans to eat? The immobilization center had to have real food, at least that’s what he’d think. They’d have to give him something substantial to put on the mass. Vincent looked at his reflection in his rearview mirror, the face staring back at him gaunt. This was the right choice. 

Vincent parked and entered the small corner cafe to pick up Milo. The plants were long wilted and drying, coffee filters littered the floor. A chubby man leaned against the counter behind an open display case, pressing his finger into any stale crumbs he found before licking his finger clean. He wore athletic gear, not that it looked like he’d been exercising. His sleeveless black shirt rode up over his basketball of a belly and was kept from falling down in the back by fleshy love handles. His plump, slightly sweaty ass crack made an appearance out of his tight shorts, his chubby thighs squeezing out of the bottom. His arms were looking flabby.

“Hey Milo,” Vincent said, looking his friend up and down. He was so thin when he came to visit for a video game night only a week ago. “Brought you these.”

Milo’s eyes brightened as the sleeves of crackers were tossed at him. “Thanks man!” He said, ripping into the package and shoving crackers into his mouth. “Sorry… haven’t eaten since yesterday. Some of the guys from soccer and I cleared out the last stockpile from Trader Joe’s down the street.” Crumbs flew as he spoke.

“No worries, I’m glad someone is enjoying those crackers. I’ve had enough for a lifetime this last month.”

“Hey,” Milo said sympathetically. “That’ll all be over soon. Immobilization right? Dude I bet they’re stocked with cake and shit. You’ll be eating like a king. I tried to get in but they only accept uninfected people so I’m out here scrounging like a rat bro. Losing my mind for some fucking crackers.”

“Yeah, it’s hell out here.” Vincent responded grimly. “I’ll leave my car with you so maybe you can find some food easier. Then maybe meet me back at the immobilization center and they’ll keep us close together after… you know.” 

/

The two men drove to the center and sat outside of the nondescript office type building. Occasionally a thin man would walk in. 

“I’m not ready.” Vincent stated, watching a tanned, lanky man with wavy, shoulder length blond hair enter the facility. He tried to imagine that guy so fat he couldn’t stand up, and the thought it could happen to him made him hesitant. 

“Hey, no rush.” Milo said supportively. “But I will start growing soon from those crackers. I’m not sure if you want to witness that.” He shyly tried to pull his shirt down to cover more of his shiny, fattened belly. 

Vincent looked at the ball of fat taking over his friend’s body. “They say it feels good.”

“Best feeling in the world, man. You’re going to love it!” Milo said with a smile. He looked down and adjusted his dick in his pants. “Here, you should watch.”

Milo got out of the car, Vincent following suit. Milo put his arms out against the car for support, wiggling his ass for Vincent’s attention. “It’s happening.” Milo said, feeling his shorts fall lower on his ass as the two succulent globes slowly started to grow out of them even more. 

Vincent stared in awe as his friend’s plump, fuzzy ass expanded in front of his eyes. He walked around Milo and saw similar effects to his belly and moobs, and even his arms and thighs if he looked close enough. Milo pulled down his shorts and his rock hard cock sprung forward, and he started pumping it in his hand as he moaned loudly, leaning his back against the car. Vincent thought about looking away, but he needed to see what was going on, what would be happening to him soon. Milo jerked off for several minutes, sometimes staring lustfully at Vincent, turning around to jiggle his fatter ass seductively. Eventually, with a clench of all of his muscles, Milo let loose jets of thick cum that shot several feet in front of him, almost hitting Vincent. 

“Sorry about that.” Milo said, pulling up his tighter shorts as high as his thick thighs would allow. “Can’t help it.”

“No need to apologize.” Vincent said earnestly. “I want to experience that much pleasure.”

Milo smiled. “Then let’s get going, slim.”

Inside the waiting room a muscular receptionist had Vincent fill out some paperwork and sign some consent forms. The CDC would provide permanent, comfortable housing, nutrition, and whatever else he’d need if they were allowed to study his transformation. Vincent signed the waivers, and listed Milo as an emergency contact.

Milo waited with Vincent until his name got called. Vincent handed Milo his car keys. “They say when walking becomes so laborious that you start thinking about never doing it again, you need to find a nice place to settle. Make sure you get back here before you reach that point.”

Milo grabbed Vincent’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll do what I can. I promise.” The two friends hugged and Milo left, his fattened body getting stares from all the masked individuals in the room.

Vincent followed the athletic man in well fitting scrubs through some hallways. First his vitals and measurements were taken, 5’11 155lbs, along with nude photos of him at various angles. He was given an identification bracelet that read ‘#220’. Eventually he was led into an empty off-white tiled room with a large brown rug in the center of the room. Along the back wall were 9 other thin men looking at a screen on the far wall. The nurse stood Vincent in the final space against the wall. “Your transitioner will be here to start the process momentarily.” He assured, his kind eyes smiling at Vincent.

An awkward moment later the door opened and an average, middle aged min in a lab coat walked in. He stood on the rug at the center of the room as he addressed the men. “Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Walker. We will start your immobilization process in just a moment. Before we begin, I should explain that the patient we have chosen to implement Virus Obese into you is one that has shown great expansion potential. We are currently studying if this is due to mutations in the strain of the virus or if it is more dependent on genetic or environmental factors. You 10 men will not only be enhancing your life with this decision, but progressing the field of biology in the process. I will be following your progress in the following months to record data.”

“If you regard the screen behind me,” Dr. Walker continued, “you will see images of a patient from only 2 days ago when he first arrived to start the immobilization process, as you all are now.” The screen flashed through a slideshow of nude pictures of a slightly hairy sculpted man with beautiful, dark hair and olive skin. “The patient you are seeing, patient 185, has since gained 88lbs of fat, a record that nobody here has witnessed before. You will be receiving the virus from him today.”

Vincent couldn’t believe it. While he didn’t know Milo’s weight, Vicent doubted that Milo had gained 88lbs in the last week since his infection. Yet this guy was able to hit those numbers in a fraction of the time? And he’d be receiving that strain of virus? Vincent swallowed hard.

The nurse brought in the patient Dr. Walker was talking about. While it was definitely the man from the pictures, he was significantly fatter. He had thickened up all over, growing a small set of breasts over his chiseled pecs and a belly that jiggled with each step. His masculine, thickened thighs rubbed together, and his skin shined with a gleam of sweat. His face had filled out. The nurse handed Dr. Walker a heavy serving platter before standing at the back wall next to Vincent. 

“Patient 211, if you could please step forward and remove your mask.” Dr. Walker requested. 

A very tall, very built dark skinned man with waved hair stepped forward. He slowly removed his mask and stared at the fattened man in front of him. His penis grew inside his pants, and he slowly started to take them off. As he did this, Dr. Walked opened the serving platter and set a large cake down on the edge of the rug. Immediately Patient 185 moved to the cake, getting down on all fours and shoving his face straight into it. Patient 211, overcome by the synthetic pheromones leeching off of Patient 185, inserted his member deep into the fat guy, pounding away. As 185’s whole body jiggled with each pump, it seemed as though he was growing over time, his fattening being sped up by being fucked. By the time 211 was filling his ass with dripping cum, 185 seemed to be an inch or two thicker all around. 

The nurse took 211 and handed him a pamphlet as he led 211 out of the room. Dr. Walker looked at the remaining men. “Patient 212, please remove your mask and repeat the process.” 

This continued for some time, each of the men taking their turn to fuck 185, his body swelling larger each time, his moans becoming louder and more pleasureable. 215, the lanky blond guy Vincent saw entering the building earlier, got to 185 around the time he was nearing morbid obesity. 215 flipped 185 onto his back and watched his belly jiggle into his moobs more and more with every pulse as he fucked him, his ass leaking with the cum from the men beore. 185’s engorged moobs started to hit his double chin as he expanded uncontrollably, all while reaching over and eating fistfuls of cake. 

219 was a short latino man without much ability to maneuver the superchub body of 185. Vincent watched with pity as the smaller man used what muscle he had to roll 185 over to expose his massively fattened ass. 185 laid there, nonchalantly licking the cake plate clean, while 219’s short dick barely stimulated him.

“Patient 220, please approach and repeat the process.”

Vincent approached 185, the man now massively obese. He’d watched this man grow from overfed to a superchub over the last hour or two. His belly swelling from a small beach ball to now a decently huge ocean of fat. He had to be at least 400lbs, and that was a light estimate. 185 looked at him lustfully. Before all of this perhaps they could’ve met at a bar and later gone on a nice date. Both trim, athletic men perfectly suited for each other. Instead 185 had grown morbidly obese, in only a matter of days, and it was Vincent’s turn to fuck him so the same could happen to himself. He slowly lifted his mask.  

He looked to Dr. Walker. “I”m not sure I want to do this.”

“You’re always allowed to leave. We cannot hold you here.” Dr. Walker responded, grabbing his pen and clipboard. “Should I start the exit process?”

**Author's note: if you're worried about what happened to Sam, Leo, and Trevan from the previous parts, don't worry :) They'll be coming back

Medibesity Labs Part 8

Patient #106,855

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

As the fatter of the two, Jones’ lard started pushing into Trevans a lot more heavily than Trevan’s into his. While Trevan was growing a nice, heavy rack, Jones’ weight was much more focused on his rounding, hairy belly. His moobs still grew, but they were nothing compared to the impressively rotund milkers that Trevan sported. Jones’ body grew curvier, more effeminate with the weight. Yes, his belly was the main attraction, but his rounded love handles and thighs grew rather wide as well, giving him a more feminine look that you’d think a once lanky man would have grown. As he grew fatter and moaned, Jones felt his sausage like fingers reaching around his expanding belly to play with his rock hard cock. It was getting harder and harder to push back all the fat, especially as he expanded by the minute, but it was the best feeling Jones had ever experienced. He grabbed a twinkie from his stash and shoved it into his mouth, his heavy jowls shaking. Trevan saw what was happening and did the same with a handful of chips.

Immediately Leo grabbed the food from their stashes and moved them far away. “No way. The more you guys eat continuously like this, the more addicted you’ll become to growing. We saw it today with the security guard, and I’m not letting it happen to you two.”

Trevan barely seemed to notice that his food was taken away, caught up in his pleasure. He rocked back and forth harder and harder, oblivious to the groaning of the couch underneath him, until he came all over his belly. He immediately laid back without cleaning himself, and fell asleep. As he dozed off, his body continued its outward expansion. Within seconds, Jones was following suit, cumming all over his fat rolls and dozing off, fattening himself even more.

“I’m starting to see how all these men around town are getting stuck in random places.” Sam said, traces of bewilderment in his voice.

The two men looked at the news, still playing on the TV as the two fat boys finished their expansion. Channel 11’s Mike Sandburg was looking much fatter than only a few days prior. Only being able to be seen from chest up, it was obvious that he’d spent all of his recent time, on air or not, stuffing his face. His square jaw had been replaced with a fresh double chin, and his puffy nipples had grown into a hefty pair of pale moobs that jiggled while he talked, and pushed out his flabby arms. His white button up shirt was fully open, exposing the blubber underneath.

“- the borders of Mexico and Canada have been closed as reports of cases of men fattening at extreme rates are now being reported all around the US.” He stopped to take a long sip of a rather large and thick milkshake. “The CDC is recommending extreme measures to be taken. If out in public, full face respirators are essential. Otherwise, stay at home at all costs. You do not want to catch this infection.” Mike Sandburg said before chugging back the final sips of his milkshake, not being careful to avoid spillage onto his pale, plump chest. 

He looked at someone beyond the camera. “Hey, can I get my next shake over here? I’m already feeling the effects of the first one.”

Mike Sanburg started to rock back and forth as his right hand reached for something under the desk he sat at and started to move back and forth, rapidly. Quickly, a rail thin young man wearing a full face respirator came into shot to deliver Mike Sanburg’s next milkshake. Mike Sanburg grabbed the intern’s wrist and brought him closer. A bead of sweat rolled down his angular face as the fat man in front of him slowly removed his cumbersome face mask. 

“I’m going to need you to fuck me.” Mike Sandburg told the intern on live television. The maskless guy gulped, and looked over Mike Sandburgs shiny, fattened body. He licked his lips as the pheromones began to work on him, his dick growing hard in his black jeans. He stood there for a moment, letting his dick throb, before making his decision. He bent Mike Sandburg’s fattened body over his news anchor table and angled him at the camera in such a way that only his growing belly, moobs, and face could be seen. From behind the fattened man the sounds of undressing could be heard before Mike Sandburg started to be pushed forward again and again over the table, his round belly squishing against the wooden surface. As if being pumped with more and more lard, the intern fucking him began to speed up his fattening, all curves of his body pushing out more and more as he jiggled uncontrollably.

Sam turned off the TV, mouth open. “What has this world come to?”  

Leo looked at his masked, muscular friend. “Just be glad neither of the two fatties were awake to see that and get any ideas.”

“Well, at least it looks like they’re done growing. I can’t believe Trevan’s grown even fatter after all of our efforts.” Sam said, looking the two large men on the couch over. It appeared as if they’d stopped growing for the time being, but both of their heavy, lardened naked bodies had become fattened beyond recognition of who they were only a few weeks prior. Both of them with huge, rounded bellies rising and falling with each breath, and heavy appendages weighing them down. Even their faces and necks were overstuffed with roll after roll of fat, pushing out their features to unrecognizable extents. Jones maintained a bit of salt and pepper body hair over his chub, but Trevan remained smooth and glistening in the dim apartment light.

“Jones is definitely over 400.” Leo suposed. “And I bet Trevan isn’t too far behind. You know what this means don’t you? We’re going to have to take Trevan with us to rescue Zane tomorrow. He can’t be left alone like this again.”

“Yea, you’re right.” Sam agreed. “Let’s get Trevan tied up until we leave, and figure out a way to keep Jones from eating himself immobile before we even get to the Quarantine Headquarters.”

-

The next morning the four men loaded themselves into Leo’s car, Trevan and Jones taking up the whole backseat, their fat thighs and love handles squeezed together. Only Jones had gained any weight since the previous day, and only a dozen or so pounds as he refused to give the boys directions to Headquarters until he got a box of twinkies, which he greedily devoured without abandon. It’d be a 3-4 hour drive to the next big city where Quarantine Headquarters were located, but they had a quick stop to make first. 

Leo and Sam entered the diner down the street cautiously, keeping an eye on the car to make sure Trevan or Jones didn’t try to make a getaway. Not that they were particularly motivated to walk lately, given their heft and induced lethargy.

The diner was still deserted, except for the large cashier who had managed to get himself stuck in the booth. Now, the booth table top was broken from its original post and laid on the floor next to the cashier in a pile of plastic wrappers licked clean. The guy, considerably fatter than yesterday, was mostly a large bean bag sized belly at this point. Upon seeing the two jocks, the cashier, wearing only his old cashier polo that his man boobs were pushing out of, struggled as if trying to stand. 

“Here,” Leo said, grabbing onto the large man as Sam followed suit. “Let us help you up.”

The boys struggled to heft the man’s huge mass off the ground, and were surprised to see how beautifully proportioned his fat was as he stood up in his full glory, his round, hefty belly and protruding fat pad hiding his manhood. His ass was considerably bigger than either of them thought, it was clear he’d become very bottom heavy. Everything on the man was plump and juicy, and amazingly fat. 

“Thank… you…” The cashier said, gasping for air at the exertion. He was the fattest guy any of them had seen, and it was becoming clear that it wasn’t natural for someone to grow this big. He tried to take a few steps on his own, before plopping down onto the next booth table over. 

“I just… need a minute to rest….” As he laid back, the table started to groan and lean forward, before breaking completely. The cashier struggled to get up again, but his massive belly kept him from progressing. 

“Let’s try it again.” Sam said, him and Leo already helping the fat guy. He successfully stood, but didn’t even make it to the next table before falling back against the side of the booth and sliding back onto the floor, his whole body jiggling like crazy. 

“I don’t… think I can… walk anymore…. I’m too… fucking fat…” The cashier said, his breathing labored. Not long ago he was able to work doubles. Now, he couldn’t even walk away from his job to find a decent meal.

Leo looked at Sam, then back at the huge man on the diner floor. “We’re going to try to find the cure now, just try not to get any fatter while we’re gone. We’ll be back to help.”

“Thank you…” The man wheezed as the two jocks started to leave. “Please bring me… more twinkies…”

— 

Leaving the city made it clear to the guys in the car how truly fat their city was becoming. Packs of 5-20 men traveled together. Men of all ages, backgrounds, physical ability. The only uniting factor was that they were all growing fat. Whether their belly was just starting to peek out of the bottom of their shirt, or if they had become too fat for any of their clothes that fit and walked around with their blubbery body on full display, the hungry men walking around the city were all rapidly growing fat. It was common to see any place that once distributed food to be overrun with growing fat men gorging themselves on whatever they could get their fattening fingers on. Corner stores, restaurants, grocery stores, hotels, and so on were all broken into and overrun. On occasion you’d see a poor thin man fucking a fatty as the fat man grew even bigger with each pump in broad daylight. Alleyways or at store entrances, it didn’t matter. The whole city was becoming very fat very fast. 

The drive was mostly quiet until they reached the town containing the Quarantine Headquarters. If their last city was in the process of fattening, this one had already become very fat. Instead of hordes of fattening men roaming the city, the streets and open buildings were home to dozens and dozens of men who had all become too fat to get up and reached the same fate as the cashier back at their home diner. Bellies too massive to be moved reaching towards the sky as the once thin men with their hugely fattened faces looked at the only passing car on the road heading straight into town. At one point a clothed thin man in a full face respirator could be seen foraging for food around the city, not a companion in sight.

Trevan gulped. “You don’t think I’ll end up like them, do you?” 

“Maybe so, maybe no.” Jones offered, adjusting his naked heft in his seats, the car shaking a bit. “I wouldn’t bet on Headquarters having anything that could make us skinny again, but maybe they’ll have something to stop the progression of the disease. Stranger things have happened.” He looked out the window at all of the hungry, fattened faces. He sighed heavily.

“Neither of you are going to end up like them.” Leo asserted with a nod of confidence. “The quarantine team will have a cure out in no time, and everything will go back to normal. I’m certain of it.”

They pulled into the mostly empty parking lot of a nondescript office building with a modest warehouse attached on the suburban side of the city. 

“Let’s hope my key card still grants us access.” Jones said, pulling a plastic card out from his back roll. 

Leo and Sam cracked the windows and started to restrain Trevan with the ropes brought from home, his blubber bulging out at every loop. 

“Sorry we have to do this to you big guy.” Leo said, patting his friend’s softened shoulder. “Can’t risk another incident with you ending up like one of the guys in this city.” In response, Trevan sighed. 

“Let’s go over the game plan one more time.” Leo said, standing with Sam outside of James’ seat. “We don’t know the layout in there so first we need to figure out where things are. Once we do, we split up. Jones you go to find the cure lab and we’ll go find where they’re keeping Zane. If we run into any trouble Sam and I have supplies to help neutralize any targets. Jones, you’ll just have to improvise, maybe sit on them or something. Are we clear?” Both men nodded in agreement.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Leo stated, waiving at the two to follow. Jones looked over at Trevan, his shiny blubber pouring out through the ropes. He made a bigger struggle for himself to get out of the car than necessary, and at the last second pulled a pocket knife out of his other undermoob.

He opened the knife and set it in his fat companion’s bulbous belly. “Good luck, big guy.” Jones told him, waddling out of the car.

“I wish you guys wouldn’t call me that!” Trevan exclaimed, still not accepting his current predicament. He looked down past his rack at the knife on his glistening belly, and his mind got to working. The sooner he got out of those ropes the sooner his next feast would come.

-

Leo swiped Jones’ key card which opened the glass paned double doors into a reception area with nobody at the desk. A single door at the back led to something beyond.

“Guess with the whole city too fat to walk they’re not concerned about unannounced visitors.” Sam said, uncertainty in his voice. Leo swiped the Jones’ card at the key bad at the back and the door opened, revealing a long hallway. Jones remained behind, rummaging through the desk. He sat his fuzzy heft into the receptionist’s chair, his quivering love handles spilling over.

“We need to go Jones,” Leo asserted. “The last thing you need right now is desk snacks.”

Jones looked to Leo, annoyance in his greedy eyes. His blubbery arm pulled out a piece of paper with blueprints. “I may be too fat for clothes but I’m not a useless fat fuck,” He spat back, looking at the building’s map. “Looks like down this hallway you two will need to go left for the containment facility while I head straight to the research labs.” He reached into the back of the desk drawer and pulled out a granola bar, which he immediately consumed before joining the boys in the hallway. Crumbs fell down his stubbly double chin and onto his sweaty, pillowy moobs as he hefted himself up with a strained grunt.

At the fork in the hallway, Jones leaned against the wall to catch his breath. It was hard to believe what the lithe man chasing them down only several days ago had turned into. From skinny man to borderline superchub, it was terrifying what this virus could do to someone.

Leo looked to Sam and then to Jones. “Well,” he said to the large man. “Good luck finding the cure in there. If we find Zane we’re bringing him to the car. We’ll come back for you and whatever you find if we’re able to.”

Jones breathed heavily, his dick twitching inside his fat pad. “I’m fucked either way, l can feel myself gaining weight from a fucking granola bar. Look what this has done to me!” He said, jiggling his developed moobs and then his massive belly, his cock leaking precum at the exposed tip. 

“We don’t have time for this.” Sam said, about to walk away. “Good luck buddy.” 

The two athletic boys took a left, and Jones lumbered on straight, his thighs feeling the chub rub as his belly led the way. As he continued he took a right and found the hallway opened up to a series of standard biotechnological lab rooms with large hallway windows making it possible to view in each room. He attempted to waddle through the hallway as stealthily as he could, his breathing labored. He didn’t have to stealth particularly well, as every lab was empty. Every lab except the final one at the end of the hall. 

Jones looked through the window into the dim lab only illuminated by the blue light of a tv screen attached to the front of an oversized hospital gurney. On the gurney lay the fattest man that Jones had ever seen in real life. Well over 600lbs, perhaps over 700, and unclothed, the curly haired behemoth of a man mindlessly watched the screen in front of him while a contraption next to his bed pumped some sort of liquid into his greedy mouth through a long straw. The contraption hosted wheels, a 10 gallon stainless steel keg, a support rod, a digital monitor, and a long plastic straw that found its way into the extremely obese man’s mouth. 

Jones gawked at the sheer mass of the man, definitely bigger than any of the ones outside. His plump, shiny belly was his most notable feature, sticking several feet out onto his lap, pushing his gargantuan thighs to the side. Roll after shiny roll sat there glistening. They’d be so fuckable if Jones hadn’t eaten his way to being too fat to top. The super obese man’s face might’ve been handsome once, but his scruffy terra cotta skin had been grown with so much blubber that it was hard to tell. The man seemed to be suffering no apparent health effects due to his obesity, and his blubber was unnaturally round and beautiful. 

Jones knocked on the door before entering, the door unlocked. The huge man had previously been moaning in pleasure, but stopped once Jones entered. It was then that Jones looked at the base of the man’s expansive belly and noticed the whole underside and sheets underneath soaked in a mixture of cum and precum. The gigantic man let the straw drop from his mouth as he looked to Jones, not showing any emotion.

“Hi there, I’m Officer Jones with the quarantine team in the next city over,” Jones said, flashing his ID card from his fat fold. “I wanted to see if you might be able to answer my questions.”

The gigantic man rolled his eyes, unphased by the naked fat man in front of him. “I’ve told you schmucks already: it’s over for you. It’s over for everyone. But sure, I’ll answer some of your questions. I could use a distraction while my keg refills anyway.” He reached out to the digital screen on his contraption and it rolled past Jones and out of the room. 

“Ah, sure,” Jones started flatly. “I came here looking for what research has been done for a cure, or at least something to stop the progression of the virus. What do you know about these efforts?”

“There are no efforts. I created this disease to be unstoppable.” Carlos said. “The whole population will soon be altered forever to be as fat as us, or maybe even fatter if we find a way to support more weight. Right now the government has this lab focusing all efforts onto Protocol C.”

Jones’ heart sank. The government couldn’t already be focusing on Protocol C, could they? The contraption that just left was proof enough. “So has Protocol C been successful thus far?”

Carlos smiled, his obese face lighting up. “Thanks to my help with the serum, Protocol C has been very successful. It’s all going according to plan.”

-

Sam and Leo followed the maze of a hallway until they found a giant window overlooking what looked to once be some sort of mid-sized warehouse. Any of the previous furniture and equipment had been moved out and replaced with oversized gurney after oversized gurney each supporting men a similar size and physical beauty to Carlos, although none quite as hefty. They each had screens at the end of their bed where they watched shows or played games, and contraptions of the same type as Carlos’ sat by their beds, feeding them liquid. On occasion, a contraption would go to a wall where it’d hook itself up to be refilled before returning to its position.

The two muscled boys looked in horror at the scene below them. Leo, now determined, searched the crowd. “This must be where they took all of the guys from the supermarket that day.” 

Sam nodded slowly as he looked around. “I think that one there is Zane, but he’s so fat it’s hard to tell.”

“Only one way to find out.” Leo said, starting the jog to the floor below. Sam quickly followed suit. 

They quietly entered the large room and were immediately thrown off by the sounds of sensual moaning and heavy breathing coming from each of the fattened, glistening men. Locking in, they headed to the back right corner where the extremely large, pasty fat guy with shaggy black hair was playing a game and rocking back and forth, his round and massive belly jiggling and pooling cum underneath. 

Leo and Sam ran up to the large man. “Zane, is that you?” Leo asked, trying to be sensitive with his lack of recognition. “We’re here to rescue you, for Trevan. Are you able to walk?”

Zane didn’t even take the long straw out of his mouth. “I don’t need to be rescued, this is amazing. You need to join me.” He started to shift a bit in his bed, with some difficulty due to his mass.

“We’re not joining you, but we need you to come with us now. There’s no way we won’t get caught soon!” Sam said. 

“I’m not going anywhere, and you’re not either.” He shifted his huge body to lay on his fattened belly, which spilled out on either side of him as he lay there, his exposed and plump ass in the air. “I need you to fuck me, it’s been too long.” Zane finished, rocking back and forth. Swiftly, he reached his tubby arm out and yanked Sam’s respirator mask off his face. 

“Hey! Give that back!” Leo yelled, reaching for the mask. Zane threw it across the room with all of his strength. The mask didn’t fly very far, but it was enough. Leo ran for the mask and Sam’s dick started to grow in his pants as the enticing pheromones of the fattened men around him filled his lungs. 

“Dude I have to fuck him. Look how big and sexy that ass is! It’s the most perfect ass.” Sam said, taking off his pants. Leo looked over from across the room towards Sam. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. Simultaneously, at the other side of the warehouse, a chubby man in a lab coat was approaching from an office. The lab coat couldn’t button in the middle 3 buttons, exposing his olived toned belly underneath that jiggled with every urgent step. 

“Hey!” The chunky man yelled, his thick ass bouncing. “You two aren’t supposed to be in here!”

Leo knew he was in better shape and could make it back faster than the chubby scientist. He ran as fast as he could towards the bed, making sure he’d be able to restrain Sam and keep him from getting infected. Sam was taking off his underwear, his sizable dick springing out, when Leo reached him, just in time. As Leo reached out to grab Sam, he was tackled by the heavier scientist and brought to the ground. Leo struggled to get up, but the big bellied man on top of him had him beat in terms of sheer mass. 

Above the bed, Leo could see sam insert himself into Zane’s massive ass and start fucking, sending the fatboy’s whole body quaking as Zane moaned in pure pleasure.

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Hey fatties, if you've been following my Grommr you know I've been traveling these last weeks. In my spare time I'm still writing for Medibesity labs, but have not had my space to create audio stories or videos of myself. I'll be back there soon

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Medibesity Labs Part 7

Patient Count 2966

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***

Medibesity Labs Part 6

Patient 1012

Before waiting for an answer, Officer Jones impatiently walked through the two boys and headed straight for the apartment’s kitchen, his modest spare tire leading the way. Without invitation, he started opening cupboards and grabbing whatever snack foods he could find. The rest of the cereal and oreos from Trevan’s binge, bags of chips, pretzels, granola, and snack pastries all found themselves going into the pile in the man’s long arms. He plopped lazily down onto the couch and poured chips into his mouth with the urgency of someone who hadn’t eaten in days. When sitting, his small but protruding belly caused the spaces in between the buttons of his gray dress shirt to open slightly, exposing little bits of his shiny, plump flesh.

Leo and Sam watched the spectacle in shock, Leo with his hand on his temples.

“Should we let him eat through what food we have like that?” Sam asked.

Leo sighed as Jones finished off his first bag of chips. “After the way he and his coworkers treated those fat guys yesterday, I think he could use a taste of his own medicine. Besides, we’re going on a supply run later anyway.”

“Don’t worry about running out of food, boys.” Jones said greedily, licking the chip dust off his fingers. “Like I said, I have connections. We’ll stock up on food, and take it from there.”

“And then we can go get our friend from the quarantine place, right?” Leo asserted more than he asked.

Jones opened the oreos and started eating them two at a time, speaking with his mouth half full. “We have some other business there, too. Obviously some fat fuck infected me and now I need access to some of the experiments going on in there. You help me find what I need, I’ll show you where your big friend is.”

“And what do two guys in university have to offer you that anyone else who could help with your plan couldn’t?”

Jones burped, deep and guttural. His stomach was slowly running out of room as he continued packing in the calories. “Like I said, you’re the only two people the quarantine team’s seen be able to resist the pheromones of the fattening. From what we observed the blond one’s going to need this.” He said as he threw the tattered hazmat suit towards Sam, along with some straps. “Secure that mask around your face with those straps and you should be able to think more clearly.”

Sam did as he was told while Officer Jones finished his binge. With a final, slowed bite Jones heavily sat back into the sofa, his bloated belly sticking far out in front of him. “Alright boys,” Jones said sleepily. “Nap time.”

After a minute or two with the mask on, Sam’s boner went down for the first time in days, and he could think of the situation at hand rather than fucking a huge fat ass of one of the hundreds, if not thousands, of fatties taking over the city. “Wow,” He said to Loe. “Without this mask I’ve been so close to getting infected and turning into one of them. If anything breakss with this mask, you can’t let that happen. I don’t want to end up like them, man.”

“Don’t worry,” Leo assured his friend. “We’re in this together. Neither one of us is going to end up like them.”

While Jones slept off his breakfast, the guys decided to take care of Trevan. They decided to keep him on a 1200 calorie/day diet for a few days to see if his metabolism just needed some time to catch up. Sam made him a measly 400 calories breakfast of egg whites, toast, and fruit, while Leo took care of monitoring Trevan to make sure he didn’t go on a food rampage during his bathroom business. Much to their dismay, Trevan’s weight had stayed at a stable 293.6lbs since his last fattening yesterday. They still had to keep him restrained, but were hopeful that once the diet started working he’d calm down a bit and go back to normal. Heck, maybe he’d even fight off the infection, Leo had proposed when saw the sad look on Trevan’s chunky face as they presented his lackluster breakfast.

By the time they’d finished taking care of Trevan, Jones’ belly had grown considerably. The already tight buttons on his shirt threatened to pop if he gained another pound, and the happy trail covered fat accumulating underneath pushed out, unable to be contained within the fabric. While the majority of the gain from his breakfast had gone to his bulbous belly, the man was starting to soften all over,

“Wake up,” Sam said through his hazmat mask. He shook the man’s shoulder and hoped he wouldn’t send any of the shirt’s buttons flying. “We need to do a supply run, and soon. Before the whole city gets out of control.”

Jones’ eyes snapped open. Instantly he looked down at his midsection. “Ah, fuck, when did I get even fatter?”

“While you were sleeping off that breakfast binge, Officer Greedy.” Leo said, turning on the news. “Oh dang, it looks like Mike Sandburg from channel 11 got infected, too. This isn’t good”

On the living room TV, a pale, strong jawed redheaded man with stubbly chubby cheeks read from a teleprompter. With a burger in one hand and a shake in the other, he spoke professionally between large, greasy bites. “The research team is reporting that they are working day and night not only to find a vaccine, but a cure for the infection as well. A remedy cannot come sooner, as more and more men around the city become stuck in various places. There are numerous reports of rather large men who are unable to remove themselves from restaurant booths, from behind car steering wheels, and even door frames, after bouts of rapid weight gain.” The screen showed short video clips of various infected men stuck in random places. The fattened cashier Trevan knew stuck at the burger joint. His fattened, doughy belly squeezed behind the table, his old uniform shirt barely able to cover his large man boobs. A hairy man who was mostly belly, well over 400lbs, and stuck behind the wheel of a Honda Civic. His thighs and pillowy arms so wide the driver’s door clearly would not be able to close. He did not appear to be wearing any clothes, and had a hungry look on his desperately fat, sweaty face.

Channel 11’s Mike Sandburg continued. “These men require the assistance of professionals that the city is currently trying to supply with proper anti-infection gear. If you are infected, do not fall asleep in tight spaces after eating. And for the safety of our city, we strongly urge safety responders to properly quarantine.” The last sentence was delivered with a bite of a burger, and the look of fear in the infected newscaster’s eyes.

“Geez,” Leo said, turning off the TV. “Maybe we should start watching Channel 13 instead. Are you guys ready to head out on the supply run?”

Jones lifted himself up with a slight grunt. “One quick snack and then we can go.”

-

The GPS coordinates Jones gave to Leo led to a large, windowless warehouse in the middle of miles and miles of corn fields. Despite the drive only being several miles outside of the city, Jones could feel himself fattening once again by the time they arrived. His ‘quick snack’ had neither been what most people would call quick, or a snack, and he was paying the price.

“You okay back there?” Sam asked in response to hearing groaning sounds coming from the quarantine team officer.

“Oof, yea, I’m just getting fatter again. I can feel it.” He said, half in pain from the constricting clothes and half in pleasure. His black dress pants looked painted on as he tried to get his fingers in between the fabric and his fattening skin to undo the button.

*Pop*

A shirt button flew off towards the front of the car with a sigh of relief from Jones; his belly surged forward with a jiggle.

“Watch it back there,” Leo said, pulling into the gravel parking lot. “You’ll take an eye out.”

Jones finally got his pants button undone, and peeled off the expensive slacks, exposing his thick thighs and snug briefs. From behind his briefs his cock was clearly rock hard, and leaking precum.

Sam seemed mesmerized by the sight of watching Jones grow, the way he slowly expanded outward, becoming less and less self conscious as the pleasure overtook him. He started to rub his dick through his briefs right as a second dress shirt button went flying. His moaning was soft and deep. Leo checked Sam's mask for leaks, just in case, but everything seemed in order. By the time Jones had finished fattening, he was left in just his briefs and dress shirt that could no longer cover up his basket ball sized belly hanging off his once lanky frame. The chest buttons were pushed out by his developing moobs, but held securely in position, for now.

As the men walked into the warehouse, Jones explained that this is one of several secure locations of stockpiles of goods that only certain factions of government workers are privy to know about. It was highly illegal for them to be here, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Plus, he was sure his coworkers and anyone else who knew about this place would be here to clear it out themselves eventually, considering the way things had been going. Better them now, than someone else later

Jones’ ass had gone from flat to a bubble butt with his recent gains, and it was particularly noticeable as he leaned over to punch in the security access code. The single set of double doors at the back of the concrete building opened up to reveal a gigantic, dimly lit warehouse with shelves upon shelves of goods. Mostly comprised of shelf stable foods, there were also smaller stockpiles of supplies for any emergency situation.

“Alright boys,” Jones started. “You go find our supply of food, I’ve got my destination. Heard there’s a section of nothing but twinkies.” He looked at the floor for a moment in thought, then at his bulging belly. “The diet can start tomorrow,” he concluded as he walked off, belly growling.

“How fat are we going to let him get?” Sam asked. “He shouldn’t get too much fatter. If he finds those twinkies he could grow fatter than Trevan if we’re unable to pull him away.”

“They’re heavy, but they’re easily fatigued.” Leo reminded Sam. “Plus, the fatter he gets, the more he’ll need our help and the less likely he is to screw us over. I still don’t trust him.”

Sam daydreamed about letting Officer Jones get as fat as they wanted as he and Leo piled canned and dried goods into their bags. They figured it’d be better to overstock on this run and fill up the car as much as possible. By the time they had searched the expansive warehouse for the best goods and fully stocked the car, their muscles bulging, a few hours had passed with no sign of Jones. Eventually while wandering the aisles, the young men heard all too familiar slapping sounds off in the distance.

“Oh no,” Sam gasped as the boys jogged over to the source of the noise.

At a pallet of twinkie boxes stacked high were empty boxes hastily torn apart, dozens of empty twinkie wrappers, and Jones bent over the stacks of snack cake boxes. His thick, sausage like, thighs were spread apart, and a short man in a security officer’s uniform with his pants around his ankles was fucking Jone’s rounding ass. With every thrust, Jones seemed to be getting a little fatter, as if the fucking was somehow speeding up the fattening process. The guard held him in place by his lardy love handles, and his hands sunk continuously deeper with every thrust. Jones’ moobs and belly went flying forward, his moobs barely contained by his shirt. As he was fucked, the shirt grew tighter and and tighter around his rounding chest until the first button flew off, then the second, and finally the guard ripped off the shirt alltogether. Red stretch marks grew around the place where he was gaining the most fat, on his love handles, a little on his ass, and several larger ones radiating around his deepening belly button that had grown considerably more than during any of his other fattenings. By the time the guard clenched his tawny ass cheeks as he came in Jones, the once lanky man had officially become a fatty.

The security guard picked up his pants and put them back on before quickly walking away, unsure of what was to come.

Jones struggled to pull his bries up over his fattened thighs, the beginning of cellulite obvious on the back of them. With a huff he got them to cover most of his fattened private area. He cleared his throat, trying to clear the awkwardness. “We should take the guard with us and drop him off at a supermarket across town. That way he won’t have reason to come back here.”

“That would be inhumane.” Leo stated, still staring at Jones’ rapidly fattened, and mostly naked, figure. “We should leave him here and let him decide what he wants to do.”

“But what if he gets infected and eats all the food here?” Sam asked through his mask.

“We still have other locations to collect food from, if need be.” Jones said. “And if we leave him here with unlimited access to food, we might get more information about the progression of this disease as the infected’s appetite grows out of control.”

“Well,” Leo added, seeming to be arriving at a compromise. “There’s no way that he’d be able to eat through all of this food. From what we’ve seen from Trevan’s metabolism, he’d be too fat to walk before he got through this stack of twinkies.”

The security guard, seeming to be curious now that he did not sense repercussions for fucking the fat man, approached with a puzzled look on his young face. “Ustedes habla español?”

Jones rolled his eyes. “Comienza tu trabajo. No te comas los twinkies. Se feliz.” He said to the guard in a very american accent before looking back at the boys. “Now, let’s get out of here before I eat myself even fatter.”

“Wait, what did you say to him?” Sam asked, neither of the two boys knowing Spanish.

“I told him to stay away from my damn twinkies.”

Jones’ whole body jiggled and quivered like never before as he grabbed as many boxes of the snack cakes as he could fit in his bags before starting the tiring walk back to the car, his blubber bouncing and his breathing labored.

The early summer sun was setting on the drive back to Leo’s apartment. Hearing a snack cake box being opened in the back, Leo piped up. “You know, if you start getting too fat to walk we’ll have to restrain you like Trevan so you don’t fuck up our chances to get our friend back.”

Jones stuffed the twinkie into his mouth and let out an exaggerated moan. “We’ll acquire what I need soon enough, and then I’ll start that damn diet. And if not, the government always has backup plans for emergencies like this.”

“Yea?” Leo asked, genuinely curious. “What kind of backup plans?”

Jones rubbed his hungry, splaying belly. “The kind of backup plans you’d rather not know about. Alas, I’ve made my peace. Can I have some of these chips you guys took?” He asked, not waiting for an answer.

Here's a sneak peak of Medibesity Lab Part 6

Content Update

Alright fat boy, hopefully you pulled yourself away from eating long enough to see that I just uploaded part 5 of Medibesity Labs. I even made this part longer than normal so that you can stuff yourself and jerk off for even longer. I know this might be hard for you to understand because you don't really do anything except eat and grow fatter for me, but it's final exams season in my country. In simple terms for you, fatty, that means I've been a little occupied these last weeks feeding men in person and studying a graduate progam so I can get a job that'll pay for a nice big gainer farm for you to live on one day. 

But don't think I've forgotten about you, you're my prized pig, after all. I'm still creating content, and there will be more Medibesity Labs in your fat little future.  I also feel like making you a video or two telling you just how fat I want to grow you. I just know you stuff yourself while watching those like a good fatty. Tell me what'll make you want to eat the most in the comments on through DM, fatass. You know my goal is to grow you as fat as possible, so let's get you eating and jerking off. 

Medibesity Labs Part 5

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 scruffy, lanky man in the hazmat suit said to Leo and his coworker, Sam. The two young 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.

The stern man in the hazmat suit greedily took the notes and thumbed through them. He was almost middle aged, salt and pepper hair, and held himself in a serious manner. “Yep, same patterns as everywhere else around town. A fatty invades a food supply location, other people come in and fuck the fat guy, the disease is transmitted, and before you know it there’s a whole horde of fatties eating the location out of stock before moving onto the next place. And from the looks of it, these big boys are just about done with this location.”

Leo scratched his beard. “Is there anything you can do to help them? One of my good friends, Trevan, has been fattening up like crazy in there, and his roommate too. Not even a full week ago he was in shape and now he’s huge!”

“Listen kid,” The man in the hazmat suit said to the muscular stud. “We’ll round up all the fatties and take them in to make sure nobody else gets this disease. We think they emit some sort of potent pheromone, so stay away from getting within smelling distance of them.”

“Wait… you want to take them away? And do what with them?” Leo asked, giving Sam an uncertain look, the concern painted on his angular face.

“Not sure yet, kid.” The man said, impatience creeping into his deep voice. “We’ve never had anything disastrous like this happen before, and we need to find a cure A.S.A.P. The only way we can look for one is by seeing what’s going on with your fat friends over there.” The man gestured to the supermarket entrance at the other side of the parking lot. A group of a dozen or so men, ranging from chubby to obese with big, rounded bodies and overstuffed bellies were being pushed out forcefully by a crew of men in hazmat suits, their lard jiggling with the force. At the front, a familiar overfed ex-jock led the way. One of the quarantine men pushed Trevan forward a little too hard, throwing his balance off and sending the fattened man belly first onto the concrete.

Sam gasped. “You can’t treat them like that! They're already fat and weak, no need to be dicks about it.”

Leo took a step forward. “Come on, we have to help them. Who knows what sick things they’re doing to the quarantined men if this is how they’re treating them. They may be fat, but they’re still human.”

As the two boys started jogging off towards the entrance, a white van opened its back doors near the store entrance and revealed a plethora of snacks inside.

“Hey fatties, I have more food over here!” The man who opened the van doors yelled. Immediately the horde of fat men, mostly only fitting in their tight underwear at this point, all started walking towards the van. Zane, way fatter than anyone else, wobbled forward, unrecognizably fat. In the last days of overindulgence in the supermarket, the short gamer had easily gained 150lbs on his pale frame, going from chubby to total fatass. His perky moobs and stretch marked gut jiggled with every step, and his jowls dripped with dribble as he licked his plump lips, his greedy eyes focused on a rather big box of snack cakes in the trunk. Despite easily being the fattest of the group, he hauled his large ass into the van first, with much difficulty and his underwear failing to contain his large, dimpled, globular ass. His chubby fingers grabbed the snack cakes and started ripping them open right before the supermarket’s manager, now sporting a large basketball of fat around his middle and thighs that rubbed together, tried ripping the snack cakes out of Zane’s hands. As the two once thinner men fought for the snack cakes, the rest of the hoard of men climbed in after them, squeezing their fattened bodies together trying to reach the food at the back. All of the rest of the horde made it in except for Trevan, who was still struggling to heft himself off the ground.

“Come on fat boy, we don’t have all day!” The aggressive man from the quarantine team shouted as Trevan huffed and puffed, his muscles not used to heaving up so much weight. While Trevan had obviously put on over 100lbs of fat in less than a week, it appeared he had been able to fight the urge to eat significantly better than Zane. Not only had Trevan gained less weight, but he was also much taller, and his gains looked less severe than his big titted, greedy friend. Nevertheless, Trevan had outgrown everything except his tight jockstrap, the poor thing digging into his plump love handles. While the weight Trevan had gained was obviously all fat, he still maintained his muscular base, looking like a rather overfed bodybuilder who let the bulk go for way too long.

As Leo and Sam arrived at the entrance they helped Trevan up, noticing how sweaty and slippery his smooth, blubber filled skin was. Trevan noticed his glasses were still on the ground, and bent over to grab them, but his bulging, overfed belly almost sent him back off balance. Sam picked up the glasses and handed them to Trevan before patting his shoulder, sending the fattened man’s backside quivering.

“You stay the fuck away from him!” Leo commanded the man who had been shouting at his newly fat friend.  He stepped over, attempting to protect Trevan behind his broad, athletic self. He took his keychain with a pocket knife out of his pocket. “One step closer and I’ll rip that suit in half.”

“No need to get violent,” the quarantine man said as he backed away. “We’re just here to help.” Leo looked over at the van driver and noticed that he was trying to close the back doors, but the men were a bit too fat for them to easily close. With one final push, the slim man got the doors to close before taking his seat at the front and starting the van. Leo couldn’t help but hope the men didn’t have too far of a drive, otherwise they’d start fattening up and become even more squished against each other’s lardy bodies. As if the squeeze hadn’t been tight enough for them.

Inside the van, Zane felt his soft body surrounded and squeezed up against several sweaty, fattened men he’d been stuffing his face and growing fatter with all week. Several of them had fucked him before growing fatter themselves. Strangely, he felt a bond with them. But as the van drove away, he mostly felt annoyed that he couldn’t move his fat little arms enough to grab snack cakes and grow even bigger.

Leo looked back to Trevan, and saw Sam starting to grind up against Trevan’s rotund ass, already overfilled with pheromonal lust. From inside the shop, a stray fatty was being rounded up by a last member of the quarantine team. It was the skinny one that had fucked Trevan on the day they found him fattened at the bakery section. Except, the chunky man was anything but skinny now, his thick arm digging deep into a bag of chips and he trudged forward, his round, hairy belly jiggling.

“Snap out of it man, we have to get out of here!” Leo said to Sam, squeezing himself between Trevan and his toned friend. Trevan would’ve felt just as toned as Sam not too long ago, but unfortunately all Leo felt from Trevan was blubber.

As they slowly walked away, the stern quarantine man from across the parking lot approached. “Not so fast. Leave the fatty here, and leave.” He said, creeping within feet of Trevan and his coworkers.

“We’re taking Trevan and getting the fuck out of here.” Leo asserted, opening his pocket knife. “You make any move to try to take him and your suit is gone, and you’ll be exposed, just like Sam.” Leo gestured to Sam, who couldn’t help but jiggle Trevan’s hefty moob, his mouth inching a little too close. At the mention of his name, Sam pulled his head back and blushed.

“Don’t… worry,” The man said slowly, choosing his words. “I … won’t … try … anything!” On the last word the stern man lunged forward at Trevan, attempting to throw him towards the other members of his team. He had grossly misjudged how physically dense Trevan was under all of that blubber, and Trevan easily shoved the man to the ground, stumbling back in the process. Leo grabbed Travan and Sam’s wrists and started jogging towards his car, Trevan quickly becoming out of breath.

“I. Need. A. Break.” Trevan huffed, unnaturally fatigued. His belly heaved in and out, and he was beginning to drip sweat.

“No time for breaks!” Leo cried, urging the overly beefy man forward. “We’re halfway there, let’s go big guy!”

“Uhhh guys,” Sam said, looking across the parking lot as the quarantine man ran towards them. “Tall, Dark, and Asshole is gaining on us!”

Leo grabbed Trevan’s meaty arm and pulled him along. “Almost… there….” He said. He unlocked the doors and threw Trevan in the back, Sam taking the passenger’s seat. As he turned around to get to the other driver’s side, Leo ran right into the quarantine man.

“I’ve got you now, brat.” He said, grabbing Leo’s bulging bicep. Leo held still, trying to think of a plan. His loose hand slowly reached into his pocket as he made eye contact with Trevan in the car. Trevan gave Leo a knowing nod, they were on the same page.

“Hold on,” Leo said. “I dropped something.” He stumbled forward and Trevan forcefully opened up the car door, hitting the stern man so hard it sent him stumbling off of Leo. Leo grabbed his pocket knife and tore into the vinyl of the hazmat suit, leaving a huge gash. He kicked the mature man down, taking the opportunity to tear apart his suit, exposing him to the pheromones of any infected fatty he would come into contact with. Leo jumped on the man’s back, knocking the wind out of him for good measure before diving into the driver’s seat of his car and taking off. Behind him, the quarantine man collected himself, and started taking pictures of the car as it drove off.

“Whew, that was close” Leo said, collecting his breath. He  looked at his fattened friend through his rear view mirror as he drove. His once fit gym buddy and coworker sat in his back seat, fattened beyond fitting comfortably in any of his old clothes. Besides a few minor scrapes, Trevan had thankfully made it out unharmed. Unharmed if you don’t count the gross amount of fat the guy had put on. His round belly took up a considerable part of his lap, and his pecs had grown into rounded grapefruits on his chest. His thickened thighs fought each other, and his face was slowly getting lost in blubber.

“Thank you guys for saving me.” Trevan said. “I don’t know what I’d do if I’d gotten into that van. If I’d have even fit in the van…”

“Hey man, no shame.” Sam piped up, trying to hide his throbbing dick. “You have an infection, and we’re going to help you with it.”

Leo nodded, his attention split between trying to tell if his friend was getting fatter before his eyes and trying to safely drive them back to his place. “Right. We’re going to figure this out, and those assholes won’t be taking you anywhere.”

A moment passed and Trevan lazily looked out the window as they turned the corner around a burger joint. Inside the place, a handful of fattened, half naked men sat at tables filled with food. He noticed an ashened skin guy who he thought he recognized as one of the cashiers there, except it was hard to tell. The cashier used to be so scrawny, and this man was well over 300lbs, his large, exposed belly squeezed into a booth. He was eating plate after plate of loaded fries, burgers, and pies. He ate without abandon, both hands shoving food into his mouth without utensils.

Trevan’s mouth watered just thinking about getting his chubby fingers on some food. “Hey guys, you think we can stop by that burger place? I, uhh, want to say hi to someone there.” HIs stomach grumbled, audibly.

“No way dude.” Leo said. “We have to get you on a diet as soon as we get back to my place. We’ll figure out a game plan once we get there, but we can’t risk anything in the meantime.”

Not long after, they reached Leo’s apartment. A two bedroom place with a roommate that Leo hadn’t heard from in days. Not a good sign, now that he thought about it.

Trevan headed straight for the kitchen, his ass jiggling in his jock strap. He grabbed a box of cereal and ate it dry. Sam, obviously on the wrong page, brought him some milk from the fridge, which he greedily started sucking down.

“What are you guys doing!” Leo said, trying to take the food away from Trevan. The large man got in several hundred more calories before Leo was successful. “We didn’t fight that asshole just for you to grow even fatter, man.”

Trevan wasn’t listening, he started opening up the pantry, looking for more food. He stuffed half a row of oreos into his mouth, desperate to fill the void in his stomach. He got the other half in too, while Leo and Sam watched in shock.  Trevan’s fattened, shiny body was still fully exposed, outside of the tight jockstrap that had his fat pad squeezing out.

Sam gestured towards Trevan’s arms. Forcefully, both of the in-shape men grabbed their overfed friend and took him to Trevan’s roommate's room, forcing him onto the bed. Trevan didn’t stop fighting them, shouting about how hungry he was. Despite his mass, he was surprisingly weak.

“I think we have rope for emergencies in the closet, hold him down.” Leo told Sam as he ran to grab the rope. They restrained Trevan to the bed and left him in there, crying about his hunger, while they went to discuss a plan. In the middle of their conversation Trevan went quiet. A little later, a calmer Trevan called out, “Hey, you might want to see this.”

Going back into the room, Leo and Sam saw their fattened friend wide eyed, a bead of sweat dripping down his face. “I’m getting fatter.” He moaned, almost in pleasure. “I can feel it.”

And sure enough, he was. Leo and Sam watched in amazement as their friend’s belly expanded outward slowly, barely faster than rising dough. After a few minutes, the rising stopped and his jock strap had a noticeable precum stain.

“How the fuck is that possible?” Leo asked, Sam staring in amazement. “You ate maybe 2000 calories in your little kitchen binge, max. And you just got fatter!”

“I’m telling you man, everything makes me fatter. I’m scared Leo, I can’t help myself. I don’t know if I can ever stop growing!”

Leo nodded, trying not to show his friend that he was scared for him. “You know what. We’ll devise a plan. Figure out how your metabolism works now and put you on a diet. You’ll be back to your fit self in no time. First thing’s first, we need to get a weight on you.”

The two fit boys restrained Trevan and took him to the bathroom. Sam stayed out and took guard.

Trevan stepped on the scale, his fat jiggling. Leo had to look at the number for him. 291.0lbs.

“Holy shit. I was 175 pounds a week ago.” Trevan said in horror. They tied him to the desk chair in Leo’s roommate’s room. The rope squeezed his fat, and fit nicely under his perky rack.

“Here’s the plan. Typically one pound of fat is around 3,500 calories. We’ll feed you a known amount, see how your weight changes, calibrate your new metabolism, and devise a diet for you.” The other two boys looked at Leo and nodded. Trevan’s stomach growled.

“This loaf of bread is 660g, about 1750 calories, or half a pound of fat” Leo continued, holding the bread in his hand. Trevan looked at the bread, his handsome, chubby face desperate for more food. “660g is about 1.5lbs. By the laws of nature, it should not be possible for you to gain more than that after eating the bread. It’s also less than a third of a pound of fat worth of calories after digestion. We’ll see what happens, and recheck your weight in a few hours. We’lll give you water after, so as to not throw off the results.”

Leo fed Trevan the bread chunk by chunk, which he greedily swallowed before begging for more. The two boys left their fat friend to himself in the room while he calmed down and started devising a plan for acquiring emergency food should the epidemic escalate. Within an hour Trevan was calling them back in.

“It’s happening again.” He said, defeated. The boys watched as Trevan’s belly continued to rise, the once athletic man moaning in pleasure as he felt his body growing.

They took him back to the scale. Leo waited for Trevan to stop jiggling before reading out the response. “This isn’t possible. It says 293.6lbs. That’s 2.6lbs gained. This isn’t possible. And you’ve been losing water by sweating like a fucking pig! This makes no sense. This isn’t possible.”

They tied Trevan back up, Sam’s hands lingering a bit too long on the fattened man’s body.

The sun was already setting. “So what now?” Sam asked. “You and I figure out a diet for Trevan and do a food run tomorrow?”

“Sounds like as good of a plan as any.” Leo said, putting his fat friend’s shoulder, sending his bulging belly quaking. Leo discretely rubbed his now sweaty hand off on his pants.

The two fit men turned on the TV for Trevan and spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how the virus hijacked people’s metabolisms. Was it somehow multiplying the calories? Taking carbon from the air and turning it into fat somehow? They’d need several degrees and years of research before they’d be able to figure it out, and time was a luxury they didn’t have. All over the news were restaurants and grocery stores closed down as they were overrun with out of control fat men. They needed a solution, and quickly.

Leo made Sam sleep in his room while he slept in the hall, able to monitor Sam if he tried to get in a quickie with Trevan, and still monitor Trevan if he needed anything (besides more food) while tied up.

The next morning Leo woke up to his doorbell ringing. He looked through the peephole, it was the quarantine man from yesterday carrying his tattered hazmat suit. Leo quickly woke Sam up before they answered. They cracked the door, the chain lock still secured just in case.

“Can we help you?” Sam said. He noticed that the man was chunkier than he had thought. The hazmat suit must’ve hidden his little paunch. The buttons on the man’s shirt were a bit tight around his middle, and there was a softness to the hunky man. Sam’s dick grew hard, there was just something about this man that he needed. Maybe it was his cologne? He couldn’t tell.

The man sighed. “Look, I’m not here to take away your fat friend. I actually… need your help with something. I tracked your address through your license plate. I wouldn’t have shown up if I weren’t desperate.”

“And why the fuck would we help you?” Leo asked.

“Because I know you want that other, fatter friend of yours back, and I know where he’s stored. Plus, things are rapidly getting a lot worse. I know where all the safe spots still are.”

Leo and Sam looked at each other, unsure. A bead of nervous sweat fell down the desperate man’s face.

“And why do you want our help specifically?” Leo asked. Something wasn’t right, and did he hear the man’s stomach growling?

“You’re the only two I’ve seen be able to resist fucking the fatties without some sort of mask. If anyone is going to be able to help me take this disease down, it’s you two.”

Sam closed the door, and started to unlock the chain. “Dude, what are you doing?” Leo asked.

“He needs our help.” Sam said, his dick throbbing in his sweatpants. He hoped Leo wouldn’t look down as he opened the door.

The man stuck out his hand. “I’m officer Jones, nice to formally meet you two. I’m looking forward to working together” The two young men shook his hand.

“Anyway,” Officer Jones continued, his voice gruff. “I haven’t eaten in over an hour and I’m famished. You boys got any food?”

Audio POV- New Year's Resolution Gone Wrong

Have you ever tried to drop a few pounds? It can be pretty tough, especially when there are great deals on food out there. Getting into the gym on January first can be pretty exciting, but what happens when you also get a great fast food promotion? You get fat. That's what happens.

New Year's Content Update

I was walking down the street watching all the obese men stuff themselves with holiday treats these past weeks and have been drooling at their huge, rounding obese bodies. All over the world, men have been gaining weight, rounding out, and letting themselves go this holiday season. Many of them, undoubtedly and unfortunately, will be looking to shed a few pounds this coming January. But, as the research shows, the vast majority of diets fail and more often than not end up in more weight gain than when they started. It makes me and my dick very happy to know that every year the world becomes a little fatter, and that you're helping with that trend, fat boy.

I've been inspired by these gluttonous men and their growing bellies, protruding asses, and jiggling man boobs. Stay tuned within the coming days for an audio weight gain story following a man whose New Year's Resolution diet isn't quite going in the direction he would've hoped.

If your little piggy dick needs something else to look forward to- based on the results of the previous poll I'll be releasing more Medibesity Lab content after this next audio story. So, tubby, keep gorging that growing body and see if you can stay fatter than the characters of my most fattening fantasies.

Future of Medibesity Labs

I have had so much fun writing this story that I really feel like keeping the good vibes rolling with it. The story has been one of my most unhinged yet, and has the potential to become a lot more unhinged as the infection starts to ramp up into bigger and bigger (pun intended) populations. 

When I get back to written stories again in a couple of months, would you want me to continue Medibesity Labs? Future exploration of this story would involve development of the characters, their relationships, and their sizes. Much more extreme sizes would be seen in comparison to the first 4 parts. Make sure to add any suggestions in the comments as well :)

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.

///

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.

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What the fucks happening to you

Hey fatboy. I know you said you wanted to be fat but holy fuck, look at what you've been doing to yourself. I'm over here lifting weights while you're lifting pizza after donut after burger into your greedy fatass mouth. I know it turns you on to eat and get fatter, I know how fucking huge you want to be fatty. But did you really have to do it like this? Shoveling as much fatty food as can fit into your stomach at every chance you get?

You're a fucking hog. There's no going back for you, you've gotten fat and you're going to grow so much fatter. You know it makes my dick hard as fuck when I see that you jiggle more, that your belly has grown even more round in front of you. You know i love watching you struggle as you get fatter. Struggle to fit in clothes, to go up stairs, to tie your shoes. You're nothing but a fat fucking hog listening to his dick telling him to eat and get fatter every chance he gets.

So get eating fatboy. Make that body even bigger for me.

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

Medibesity Labs Part 2

Jax look at the beautiful man’s perfect skin, barely glistening in the light. His dick twitched. “Okay, okay, sure. But let me get you seated quickly before my boss sees you.”

Jax seated the man and explained the menu: order as much as he wants for a base price, but anything left over at the end is charged a la carte.

“Give me one of everything.” The man said flatly.

“But sir, the menu is huge. Whatever you don’t finish will be very expensive.”

“Bring me. One of. Everything.” A drop of sweat fell from his face and hit the menu. His stomach growling was audible behind the layers of lard he’s accumulated.

Jax smiled, he loved insane rich people. “As you wish, sir.”

As Jax left to put in the order, Brad looked at his phone. 12 missed calls from Mediskinny Labs. He tapped his phone a few times, and with that the number was blocked. It’d been a few days since he’d been in for work, and there was no way he was going to be able to go back in this condition. He’d be the laughing stock of the lab designed to help people lose weight, when he was rapidly fattening up. Plus, debilitating lethargy, only being able to do the bare amount of physical activity to get him to his next meal. Extreme hunger, the last couple of days he had spent in his house eating everything he owned, but had run out of junk to binge on today. His work clothes wouldn’t even button at this point around his plumed and fattened body. He was rapidly gaining weight, easily having put on 40lbs of fat in the days since infection. Even now, as he sat at the table, he could feel his tank top rising around his love handles as his belly slowly ballooned, his body rapidly digesting the delivered pizzas he finished less than an hour ago. He felt as his pecs slowly turned into moobs, fresh fat pushing out and making itself more and more visible. He felt his ass spreading in his sweats, pretty soon they’d be too tight to wear. But he didn’t care, all he cared about was getting more food into himself.

Jax brought the first round of plates, then the next half an hour later, then the next, and the next, and finally the last set. Jax had to move another table over to accommodate the sheer amount of food. Brad ate without abandon, shoveling in every dish, every fried, buttery, fatty, carby concoction Jax brought to him. Grease dripping down his face, messy hands eating pasta without utensils to shovel it in faster, eating cake directly off the plate.

People were staring at the sheer display of gluttony. The manager gave Jax a disapproving glare. “You see what happens when you seat people not in dress code? We get fat fucks causing a ruckus. And not making a single penny more off of him than anyone else for the amount he’s packing away. You better hope he doesn’t pop with how fucking bloated he’s gettting.” Despite his harsh tone, the restaurant manager’s mind was already imagining all of the sinful things he could do with the “fat fuck”’s bloated body. It was something about his scent, and the erotic gleam of sweat over his plump flesh. Like it was begging to be fucked.

Jax stared in awe at the man, bloating before his eyes. He could have sworn the tank top he was wearing almost covered his belly when he came in, so why is it struggling to cover his belly button? There was no way that his belly was hitting the table when he got there like that. And his hairy tits, they were almost pecs when he arrived a couple of hours ago. Even his face was looking chubbier. That couldn’t be possible though, no one can get fat this fast.

He adjusted his dick in his pants to make his boner less obvious and brought the round man his bill, setting it on the table around the stacks of plates literally licked clean. “Is there anything else I can get for you today, sir?”

“I’m hungry for more of that cake. You got more of that cake?” Brad demanded.

A thought came to Jax’s mind. “We do, but it’s in the supply truck out back. There’s as much as you could possibly eat, if you’re interested. Come with me, but we have to be quick getting there.”

While quick was no longer in Brad’s vocabulary, he knew trying to hurry would bring his next meal quicker. He stood up for the first time in 4 hours, feeling significantly heavier and more weighed down by his rounded out body than when he arrived. Much to Jax’s dismay, he let out a belch loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear, shaking the nearby wine glasses. Belly leading the way, he bloatily waddled after Jax towards the back.

Jax lifted the large cargo truck’s door to reveal the refrigerated inside stacked from floor to ceiling with boxes and boxes of cake waiting to be eaten. With barely enough room for two to fit people around the boxes, Jax hoisted a very heavy Brad into the truck with him, surprisingly strong for his scrawny frame. Once the door was closed, Jax stared at the chubbed up man, his heavy breath causing clouds of condensation in the cold truck. Brad, exhausted from the walk, sat down and grabbed a box of cake from the never ending stacks. Without hesitation, he pulled out his keys to cut open a box, greedily shoveling chocolate cake into his mouth like a wild animal who hadn’t eaten in days. His girthy dick stirred in his pants as he ate, the fullness in his growing belly turning him on.

As if on cue, Jax started undressing himself, revealing a tanned and tattooed torso. His thin frame displayed a large tattoo of a moth over his sternum, accentuating the little amount of pectoral muscle there. He pulled down his pants and pumped his dick with his hand, unable to control himself around the porky man in front of him. He grabbed Brad by the thick hips and turned him over, pulling down his tight sweat pants in the process. Out popped a very rotund, chunky, and hairy ass with the beginnings of cellulite dimples. Brad placed his cake on the floor of the truck, and started eating on all fours, ass high in the air.

Never would Brad have anticipated that he’d be fat like this. His entire life’s work, working to make the world a skinnier place, all down the drain with one fuck of bitchtits Carlos. For days he’d eaten until he couldn’t possibly fit in any more, and then watched himself swell bigger and bigger with fat. And now, here he was, eating cake out of the back of a truck, fat ass in the air, waiting to be fucked by some server with a cock piercing. And as much as he hated being in this situation, the fat accumulating on his body was so erotic that it was almost euphoric. He’d do anything to fill his hunger, to feel himself growing even bigger, even fatter.

Not knowing the consequences of fucking a fatty like Brad, Jax lustfully inserted himself into chub and started fucking as the porky man ate and ate and ate. Quickly the thin man started feeling cold, and leaned over, grabbing onto the fat man’s jiggling lard for warmth as he fucked. Brad’s tits felt like they might have some muscle under them, but that there was then a very soft and grabbable few inches of fat over them. His belly felt swollen from all the food, and heavy from all the fat. Jax couldn’t stop grabbing all the fat, still glistening with slight sweat even in the coldness of the refrigerated truck. With one big squeeze on the fatass’ belly, Jax let his cum loose in his fattened ass.

Brad sat back up, his pants still around his ankles. He was too busy with the cake to bother with cleaning up his leaking ass. Jax layed down on the soft man’s overly warm body. “Bro, we have to leave or I am so fired.”

Patient 24

“... And with that we’ll end a few minutes early to give each of you time before the campus floods with other students being let out. Be safe out there, and remember to wear your masks.” The professor told the class as dozens of university students started packing up their belongings.

Trevan and Zane made their way out of the lecture hall, their thoughts changing from the lecture on economics to the epidemic at hand. “They say that the infection sets in within a day, and the side effects are brutal.” Trevan said through his mask, his glasses fogging a bit in front of his dark eyes. “The guys who get infected. They get fat. Like, real fat. Like they have no self control around food. And no one knows anything yet about the pathogen causing it.”

“I’m sure it’ll all blow over.” Zane assured, giving a boyish smile to his best friend. “These things come and go every few years, this one will be the same as all the others. Do you want to grab something for lunch, or are you worried some virus in your sandwich will make you 600lbs?”

Tevan laughed. He knew his friend was kidding, but he just didn’t understand how people could let themselves go like that. They lacked discipline, and no virus would take that away from him. “No, no I’m sure the food is fine. Potbellys sounds good?”

“Potbellys sounds great.”

** Part 3 will be uploaded December 3rd

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

I know how you think, fatboy.

"I want to become a little fat."

And you do. you over eat consistently, you start to expand out in size, your clothes get tight, you jiggle slightly when you walk, you jerk off to your little belly fat and puffy chest in the mirror. Your ass feels tighter in the seat of your pants, and you notice your face filling out, and thickening on your sides. You're not so bony, and you like the taste of food more than you used to.

"I want to grow even fatter."

So you eat and eat and eat as your capacity grows day in and day out. Your belly pushes out, rounding out as you feed it more and more, it starts to hang over your waist line. You can cup your chest fat in your hands, your nippes are bigger and more sensitive. You're popping buttons, first on your pants as your ass balloons and your chubby thighs rub together, and later your shirts after you've stuffed yourself too much. Highly physical tasks leave you sweatier and more out of breath, you feel the effects of having grown heavy. You develop little angry stretch marks over your most blubbery parts, your body not used to swelling so much with so much fat, and yet you keep overfeeding yourself.

"I still want to get fatter."

You realize it's taking more calories for you to gain the same amount of weight, so you spend most of your time stuffed full after gorging yourself constantly full of high calorie foods and drinks. You're obese, the fat guy wherever you go, always looking for your next bit of food. You've gotten used to opperating with the side effects of having eating way too much, this becomes your normal. Your body continues to swell all over in every direction, week after week, month after month, bigger and rounder, and you keep eating. Your fat moobs push out your thick, sausage like arms. Your fingers round out fat and succulent, your once thin ankles no longer show a clear difference from where they end and your calves begin. You breathe heavily after going up stairs, your heavy body jiggling with each step. Your dick gets lost in a big, fat roll under your big, bulging belly.

"I will grow even fatter."

Despite having already become unreasonably fat, you continue to push yourself to overeat, priorizing your weight gain over all else. You can't help but hornily stuff your fat, obese face as often as you can, addicted to fat and sugar. Any side effects don't bother you, a cpap is a small price to pay to have your once handsome face become encased in increasing amounts of fat, and not being able to run doesn't bother you. You'd rather be sitting on your huge ass anyway, stuffing yourself and fighting your blubbery fat pad to jerk yourself off. You don't fit in normal places like roller coasters and airplane seats, but this turns you on, and you want to outgrow even more spaces. You're used to wearing clothes that cling to your huge, blubbery, massively round and out of shape body. Going to the store is a lot of work and a lot of money, effort and money that could be put towards making yourself even bigger. Your hobbies reflect your size, you haven't step foot in a gym in years. You made your body an incapable giant pile of jiggling blubber, and yet

"I have grow even fatter."

Your favorite feeder feeds himself

Have I been getting fat? No, that's not possible. I'm a feeder, I have a whole patreon dedicated to making men around the world as fat as possible. There's no way a fit jock like me would eat an ungodly amount then top it off with a 1250 calorie serious mass shake. That would make me get fat, and we all know you're the fat one here. This is just a little winter bulk, and definitely not my decent into obesity... if I can stop myself 😳

New Content On The Way

This semester has been a crazy time for me, but I'm still wanting to make sure that I keep investing time in this fattening hobby of mine 😉🐖 Let me know in the poll/comments/DMs what you'd like to see more of on this page (you can choose multiple options)

Your roommate is tired of you eating his food

You've been quite the hungry piggy lately, eating all of my food and getting too fat for your clothes. We need to have a talk.

POV Audio- Fattening Fast Food Joint Opens Up

Have you been wondering what's up with the new fast food joint in town? Fat Burger is a pretty weird name, and everyone who goes in there seems to be pretty fat. You, a fit, young, and handsome man don't really fit in with the crowd, but what's the worst that can happen? You might as well try a meal (or two) and see what all the commotion is about.

Be sure to let me know what you think about that ending 😳🍔🥤

Page Update

A little life update- I've been traveling the last few weeks (shoutout to the fatties around the US I've been feeding on here) and am a masters student as well. Between these two things (plus all the intermittent fattenings), I haven't had a ton of time to create content lately. 

That being said, I still have a lot of ideas that I'm wanting to flesh out and upload onto this page. All of the grommr (@demigod) and twitter (@your_fattener) DMs I get showing me how fat my content is making you inspire new ideas and fantasies that I'll be exploring in the coming weeks 😈 As always, suggestions are welcome in the comments, but go ahead and let me know in the poll below which audio you want to see up next, fatboy