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Medibesity Labs Part 5
🕑 Added 2024-02-08 23:31:57 +0000 UTCPatient 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?”
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BluePotion85
This was such an interesting update! Cant wait to see more, now back to eat
