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Medibesity Labs Part 8
🕑 Added 2024-04-07 17:38:08 +0000 UTCPatient #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.
