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Medibesity Labs Part 10
🕑 Added 2024-06-03 17:00:35 +0000 UTCHe 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.
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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.”
