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Brookside Medical Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-07-02 18:08:28 +0000 UTCThe tubby one follows the bloated one down a maze of hallways, all modernly decorated. Both men are breathing heavily as they walk, and both lean back slightly to offset the weight of their heavy stomachs. James pays no attention to the robot keeping up with them, as he’s too full to think straight, but Brenden is well aware of what’s about to happen. Eventually they arrive at an elevator, almost hidden in the large house, and awaiting their arrival. The doors open automatically, and the group steps in. James leans against the wall and lets his bloated gut rest on the support bar while Brenden types some controls into a panel on the marbled elevator wall. The doors close and the elevator swiftly sinks into the ground. Soon, the carrier stops and the doors open. Brenden sees the room they’re about to enter and chuckles. ‘Of course it would be this, it had to be this!’ Brenden thinks with a smile. “Come on Lardo, we’ve got a punishment to perform.” James turns around and winces as his slight but heavy overhang bounces back into free air. He looks into the room that Brenden’s walking into and shudders.
“How did you- What the hell- What’s going on???” The doughboy spits out.
“The elevator,” Brenden explains, “I programed it to profile you and create a room replicating the place you hate most. Don’t worry dumbass, it’s not real.” He laughs, but his abdomen is still sore from food overload and the laugh sounds muffled. James reluctantly steps out of the elevator and walks into the old workplace he thought he had left behind for good. This donut shop replica is exactly like the real thing, from an old brown stain on the back left ceiling tile to the hole in the first chair at table 4. James walks like he’s in a dream, eyes wide and head tilted back. He knew he hated this place, but he couldn’t pick only one reason to hate it. From the smell of stale donuts to the horrid bathroom, it was all terrible. But, whether he realizes it or not, the majority of his dislike for the small shop comes from the weight he’s gained. When he first started working his medium shirt was loose on him. It wasn’t long before he got bored manning the register- nobody ever eats at places with humans managing the food anymore. With boredom striking, James found himself snacking on the occasional donut. As one can probably guess, the occasional donut turned into two, three, four plus donuts and poof. Suddenly he’s lucky if he can button his pants in the morning.
It was a hard transition for James to go from captain of the Lacrosse team at his school to the lonely donut boy he’s now become. He never wanted to quit the team, but the county’s in a recession. He and his parents needed the money, so it was either get a job and quit lacrosse or starve. With 90% of American adult men now being obese, James figured it was only a matter of time before he lost his physique, but he never expected it to happen so soon. Depression hit him hard after quitting the team, and with the depression came more donuts, and with those donuts came more pounds. The day he saw his lard bulging out between the straining buttons of his shirt was the day he lost hope. From popular muscle jock to dumpy dough boy, James has been too embarrassed lately to even call up his old sports friends. All of this made him resent that donut shop, made him resent his life. Having no self-control around the donuts but risking not having any food if he quit the shop was a catch 22, one that he thought he had left behind when he skipped town with Brenden.
Brenden gestures for James to come behind the counter. There’s a high tech chair behind there, probably of which is the only notable difference about the Krispy Kreme replica that James can tell. The place feels the same, has the same sound of water dripping somewhere off where you can’t see.
“Sit here,” Brenden instructs. “I think you’re going to like what you’re about to experience.” James looks at the elevator, a robot holding a bucket is blocking the exit. He sits compliantly, but is reasonably nervous. Why did Brenden want to recreate the place he hated most in the world and place this chair here? Brenden waits for James to stop jiggling before continuing. He presses a button on the wall and simultaneous wrist, ankle, and chest straps come out of the chair and wrap themselves around James’ bloated body. A thin layer of fat collects around the straps, especially the one forcing itself under his small but fat moobs. Brenden grabs a jelly filled donut from under the glass counter and takes a big bite. While chewing, he presses some buttons on the control panel attached to the donut shop wall. A hologram appears in front of James, it’s a life sized person that looks fairly realistic despite the holographic sheen. The person resembles James, but is morbidly obese, at least 500 lbs.
“This is you tubbo,” Brenden says, to gesturing to the rotating hologram. “This is you by the time I get done with you. You can whine and bitch all you want about how you don’t want to get fat, but we both know that’s not true.” He throws the remains of the donut in his hand onto James’ lap. It hits the raging hard-on sticking up through James’ tight uniform pants before falling on the ground. “My friend Robbo here will help you get huge, but first we need to see how long your punishment will last.” The robot servant comes over with the bucket, extends the arm holding the food, and declares “42 pounds of food left unfinished”. James looks at the overfilled bucket and swears there’s more food in the bucket than was left on the table.
“Wow, you really couldn’t eat any more than that? I knew you were weak Tubs but I didn’t realize you’re that weak. Well, looks like you’ll be down here being fed by Robbo for 42 days, one day for each pound of food uneaten.” Brenden’s smiling, knowing exactly what James is going to look like in a month from now.
“Please, no… This is torture, you can’t do this! You’re sick!” James accuses, his voice deep. He tries to fight the restraints but he knows there’s no use. He’s way too full and bloated to outrun a robot, even if he could escape. Besides, he hasn’t tried running in months and god knows what kind of shape he’s in now.
“I may be sick, but at least I’m not weak.” Brenden says, picking up another donut. “We both know what you really want, anyway.” He gestures to James’ boner, which has only gotten harder since Robbo started shoving bucket food down James’ mouth, and saunters into the elevator.
James is left with his torturers robotic servant, being stuffed with mashed potatoes and tears streaming down his pudgy face.
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42 days later.
The elevator doors open automatically as a chunky man wearing no clothes enters. While his arms and legs show shadows of passed definition, one wouldn’t be able to tell that this man had been in peak physical condition only 42 days previous. Since then, many days and nights of overindulgence have occurred and the chunky man now weighs more than the donut boy did when they first walked through the mansion doors. His jiggly, bare ass quivering as he walks into the elevator, he rests a plump arm on the wall for support. While he can’t weigh more than 220 lbs, this is still an impressive gain for only 42 days.
Brenden looks at his nude body in the reflection of the elevator’s marbled walls as the machine sinks into the ground for the first time in over a month. Thick abs were replaced with a semi hairy beer gut littered with small stretch marks. Thick thighs now touch slightly where there was once a clear gap. His sizable penis is slowly being consumed by an inch or so of soft flab, and his ass juts out in a clear bubble butt. He examines his relatively new face for the millionth time, but still doesn’t recognize it. There’s a clear double chin forming, burying his chiseled jaw line. He gets hard, but his cock will no longer raise to the extend it once did.
The Elevators doors open and reveal a donut shop smelling of musk.
Brenden walks in with heavy steps, eager to see what he’s done to his poor sack of lard. He looks passed the counter and sees Robbo jerking off a much fatter James.
“I see you and Robbo have gotten quite comfortable with each other.” Brenden says, announcing his presence. James jumps slightly, not expecting Brenden to already return. His huge belly jiggles with the startle, and so do his magnificent thighs, moobs, arms, and double chin. ‘Dear god…’ Brenden thinks. ‘There’s no way the heifer weighs less than 280 lbs.’ Brenden looks the blond boy up and down, examining every stretch mark, every pound that has been added to his masterpiece. If the high tech chair hadn’t been leaning back, you wouldn’t be able to see James’ shrinking cock under his bulbous fat sacks. The fat boy still resembles James, just a larger version whose appendages and torso are stuffed with lard. His moobs look plump and suckable, as do every cascading roll. His bare thighs appear to be permanently stuck together in the now tight fit of the chair. The originally tight uniform pants finally ripped to shreds in a pile around the chair about 30 lbs ago, which was a great relief on the big boy.
“Oh shit.” James mutters, crumbs falling out of his full, plump mouth. Robbo stops jerking him off and turns the chair so that James faces Brenden. “Looks like I’m not the only one who wanted to gain a little weight.” James says, his rock hard cock sticking up as much as it possibly can, twitching.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s horny as fuck right now.” Brenden retorts, walking towards the growing tub of lard in front of him, gut bouncing all the way. He grabs a handful of donuts from under the counter and sticks them onto James’ cock before eating each one with a growing passion. Brenden can feel his new moobs melding with his pig’s fatter thighs as he begins to suck off the large boy. A few moments later, Robbo presses a button on the chair and a large dildo enters the fat boy’s fat ass. As the toy fucks James, Brenden humps his swollen calf, eager to sex every part of his fatass. Both men are quivering, but James definitely takes the cake in this department. Not surprisingly, Brenden quickly gets tired from the unusual amount of physical exertion, and Robbo comes over and puts his robotic hands on Brenden’s pudgy hips. The metallic thumbs of the robot sink deeply into the chubby man’s globous ass cheeks. With machine like ease, the robot raises Brenden to a better position and thrusts the arrogant man into James’s stretch mark covered belly. Brenden’s cock goes straight into the deep belly button of his lover, and he moans with pleasure. Both men are in ecstasy as they cum at the same time onto the guts of one another.
Brenden lays his head onto his fatass. “If we’re being honest, I regretted not coming to see you in person,” He states affectionately. James is slightly taken aback that the man who has fattened him beyond repair is attempting to be nice, but over the past 42 days he’s come to terms with what he really wants. In a way, Brenden freed him to be who he never really knew he wanted to be.
“Thanks, I guess.” James says in his husky voice. “I wish you had visited, things got pretty boring when I wasn’t drugged and passed out…” He smiles, feeling his large double chin pushing against his fatter chest. His face has kept its attractive features despite the added girth. The rugged stubble covering his fat neck adds a layer of maturity.
Brenden smiles too, remembering his big surprise. “Speaking of being drugged and passed out, I’ve got a surprise for you. I invited a few of your old lacrosse buddies over.”
“What? Brenden what the hell? They can’t see me like this, I’m huge!” James exclaims, more anxious than pissed off. He’s hoping that he at least gets some decent clothes before seeing them.
“That’s exactly why I brought them? Don’t be such a pussy, they’ve been locked up in the storage closet the whole time. They might hear you. And besides, I wanted to have some fun with you, calm the hell down. They don’t know where they are or how they got here, but they still remember everything up until the point they passed out and were brought here; they should be waking up soon. By the way, they’re not wearing any clothes either, so don’t fucking worry about it being awkward thinking that you’re going to be the only naked one, Pig.” Brenden knew James wouldn’t be happy about this while he was calling in a few favors from a passed life to get this accomplished, but he thought it’d be funny. He’s still pretty sure it’ll be funny, and is absolutely sure it’ll be sexy as hell.
“So… yea, I’m gonna get going.” Brenden announces, unexpectedly. With that he hefts himself off the fat boy and heavily walks back to the elevator while James screams for him to please not do this to him. Once the door closes, Brenden instructs the complex machine to take him to a control room he had previously prepared before today.
Looking at one of the many screens showing live video of what’s happening in every room of the donut shop, Brenden has a robotic servant bring him a bucket of fried chicken. While aggressively shoving chicken down his fat mouth, Brenden presses a button unlocking the storage room door. Behind the door lie a pile of 6 naked and very muscular boys. The sound of the door unlocking wakes one of the boys, a handsome one with olive skin and an angular face. While the handsome boy gathers his bearings, Robbo cleans James up and makes him stand behind the counter. James is heavily leaning on the counter, and absentmindedly grabbing donuts from under it. He’s having trouble standing with his new, plump body, but he keeps a constant glare at the storage closet across the shop, waiting anxiously. He doesn’t remember his bare belly squishing up so much against the counter’s glass, or his moobs feeling so heavy while resting on the top.
The first boy is awake and fully aware, slowly waking up all the guys around him, screaming their names and freaking out. The room’s decently small, and they’re all tangled and on top of each other in a pile of muscle and bulk. One short guy at the bottom of the pile reaches for the outdated door handle and opens it, causing several of the men to tumble out. They all stand up and look around the donut shop, extremely confused.
“Hey guys, you want a donut?” James asks nervously, calling their attention. They all look at him.
“What the shit is up, man what’s going on?” The handsome guy asks James, establishing his role as the leader of the fit men. Brenden laughs from the control room, his belly jiggling madly while bits of fried chicken and grease fall to the ground. This is going exactly as he planned.
James thinks about what to say, “Look I just work here, I don’t know what’s up with you all. You want some donuts or not?” He figures playing dumb might be the least embarrassing route.
“Wait, James, is that you????” One of the guys asks, this one’s probably the skinniest of the group. “You used to be so fit, what happened to you?” the skinny man’s dick gets hard, as do most of the guys’ in the group as they realize what’s happened to James.
“Dude did you do this to us, where the fuck are our clothes?” The dominant one demands. His dick is dripping with precum. “You eat too many donuts and then you steal our clothes? What are you doing with yourself man? And why didn’t you tell us you got so big?” He says, stepping closer. “It looks good on you, though..” Brenden couldn’t have asked for this to go any better. Up in his control room he instructs a servant to bring him some lotion.
Robbo grabs James and throws him into the chair, his tubby ass barely making it passed the arm rests. The restraints come back on, strapping him to the chair.
“Wait what’s going on??” James whimpers, panic registering in his ex-jock eyes. Robbo brings out a buffet table, most of the guys have taken to shaking out their hard ons.
One of the guys, an average one, speaks up. “I don’t know dude; I just know you’re sexy as all hell. I can’t believe you kept this from us. Fucking rude man.” The guys inch closer, all coming to an unspoken agreement. They genuinely don’t know what’s happening, they just know what they need to do. The olive skinned one is the first one to start fucking James’ fat. The rest join in, one by one, giving James his dream. The dominant one fucks his dense undermoob, the short one takes his back fat, the skinny one his double chin, the others fill in the gaps. ‘If only they were fat,’ James can’t help but think. Watching his old teammates and good friends become just as big as him, if not bigger, and then fucking him silly would be the perfect fantasy in his mind.
It’s a good thing Brenden and James often think in the same way…
As James’ body becomes the center of these men’s reality, he can’t help but think about food. Over the past 42 days he’s become totally addicted to food. He can’t go a few seconds without thinking about his next stuffing, he craves the feeling of being overly full. As if on cue, the dense men slowly start grabbing food from the buffet table and start cramming it down James’ obese throat. He’s in bliss.
The handsome men finish up with their circle jerk, practically at the same time. James has cum all over his growing, stretch mark covered body, and the dominant boy with the angular face helps James cum.
“Thanks Chad, means a lot.” James says to the handsome guy with a manly chuckle. He sits up in his chair and asks for another pizza from the buffet. Brenden realizes that this perfect timing, and presses his last button while finishing the last bite of the cake he had recently moved on to. Ignoring the feeling of being painfully full, he watches the last step of his perfect plan fall into place. At once, 6 more robotic servants identical to Robbo enter the donut shop through hidden doors. Each one grabs onto a muscular ex lacrosse player and loads the hunky, sweaty, nude men into the elevator, despite their angry, testosterone filled protests.
Brenden cums and smiles at himself, thinking about the 6 rooms he prepared for the men he graciously brought into his home.
