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Medibesity Labs Part 6
🕑 Added 2024-02-18 17:00:08 +0000 UTCPatient 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.”
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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.
