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Medibesity Labs Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-11-26 17:00:03 +0000 UTCJax look at the beautiful man’s perfect skin, barely glistening in the light. His dick twitched. “Okay, okay, sure. But let me get you seated quickly before my boss sees you.”
Jax seated the man and explained the menu: order as much as he wants for a base price, but anything left over at the end is charged a la carte.
“Give me one of everything.” The man said flatly.
“But sir, the menu is huge. Whatever you don’t finish will be very expensive.”
“Bring me. One of. Everything.” A drop of sweat fell from his face and hit the menu. His stomach growling was audible behind the layers of lard he’s accumulated.
Jax smiled, he loved insane rich people. “As you wish, sir.”
As Jax left to put in the order, Brad looked at his phone. 12 missed calls from Mediskinny Labs. He tapped his phone a few times, and with that the number was blocked. It’d been a few days since he’d been in for work, and there was no way he was going to be able to go back in this condition. He’d be the laughing stock of the lab designed to help people lose weight, when he was rapidly fattening up. Plus, debilitating lethargy, only being able to do the bare amount of physical activity to get him to his next meal. Extreme hunger, the last couple of days he had spent in his house eating everything he owned, but had run out of junk to binge on today. His work clothes wouldn’t even button at this point around his plumed and fattened body. He was rapidly gaining weight, easily having put on 40lbs of fat in the days since infection. Even now, as he sat at the table, he could feel his tank top rising around his love handles as his belly slowly ballooned, his body rapidly digesting the delivered pizzas he finished less than an hour ago. He felt as his pecs slowly turned into moobs, fresh fat pushing out and making itself more and more visible. He felt his ass spreading in his sweats, pretty soon they’d be too tight to wear. But he didn’t care, all he cared about was getting more food into himself.
Jax brought the first round of plates, then the next half an hour later, then the next, and the next, and finally the last set. Jax had to move another table over to accommodate the sheer amount of food. Brad ate without abandon, shoveling in every dish, every fried, buttery, fatty, carby concoction Jax brought to him. Grease dripping down his face, messy hands eating pasta without utensils to shovel it in faster, eating cake directly off the plate.
People were staring at the sheer display of gluttony. The manager gave Jax a disapproving glare. “You see what happens when you seat people not in dress code? We get fat fucks causing a ruckus. And not making a single penny more off of him than anyone else for the amount he’s packing away. You better hope he doesn’t pop with how fucking bloated he’s gettting.” Despite his harsh tone, the restaurant manager’s mind was already imagining all of the sinful things he could do with the “fat fuck”’s bloated body. It was something about his scent, and the erotic gleam of sweat over his plump flesh. Like it was begging to be fucked.
Jax stared in awe at the man, bloating before his eyes. He could have sworn the tank top he was wearing almost covered his belly when he came in, so why is it struggling to cover his belly button? There was no way that his belly was hitting the table when he got there like that. And his hairy tits, they were almost pecs when he arrived a couple of hours ago. Even his face was looking chubbier. That couldn’t be possible though, no one can get fat this fast.
He adjusted his dick in his pants to make his boner less obvious and brought the round man his bill, setting it on the table around the stacks of plates literally licked clean. “Is there anything else I can get for you today, sir?”
“I’m hungry for more of that cake. You got more of that cake?” Brad demanded.
A thought came to Jax’s mind. “We do, but it’s in the supply truck out back. There’s as much as you could possibly eat, if you’re interested. Come with me, but we have to be quick getting there.”
While quick was no longer in Brad’s vocabulary, he knew trying to hurry would bring his next meal quicker. He stood up for the first time in 4 hours, feeling significantly heavier and more weighed down by his rounded out body than when he arrived. Much to Jax’s dismay, he let out a belch loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear, shaking the nearby wine glasses. Belly leading the way, he bloatily waddled after Jax towards the back.
Jax lifted the large cargo truck’s door to reveal the refrigerated inside stacked from floor to ceiling with boxes and boxes of cake waiting to be eaten. With barely enough room for two to fit people around the boxes, Jax hoisted a very heavy Brad into the truck with him, surprisingly strong for his scrawny frame. Once the door was closed, Jax stared at the chubbed up man, his heavy breath causing clouds of condensation in the cold truck. Brad, exhausted from the walk, sat down and grabbed a box of cake from the never ending stacks. Without hesitation, he pulled out his keys to cut open a box, greedily shoveling chocolate cake into his mouth like a wild animal who hadn’t eaten in days. His girthy dick stirred in his pants as he ate, the fullness in his growing belly turning him on.
As if on cue, Jax started undressing himself, revealing a tanned and tattooed torso. His thin frame displayed a large tattoo of a moth over his sternum, accentuating the little amount of pectoral muscle there. He pulled down his pants and pumped his dick with his hand, unable to control himself around the porky man in front of him. He grabbed Brad by the thick hips and turned him over, pulling down his tight sweat pants in the process. Out popped a very rotund, chunky, and hairy ass with the beginnings of cellulite dimples. Brad placed his cake on the floor of the truck, and started eating on all fours, ass high in the air.
Never would Brad have anticipated that he’d be fat like this. His entire life’s work, working to make the world a skinnier place, all down the drain with one fuck of bitchtits Carlos. For days he’d eaten until he couldn’t possibly fit in any more, and then watched himself swell bigger and bigger with fat. And now, here he was, eating cake out of the back of a truck, fat ass in the air, waiting to be fucked by some server with a cock piercing. And as much as he hated being in this situation, the fat accumulating on his body was so erotic that it was almost euphoric. He’d do anything to fill his hunger, to feel himself growing even bigger, even fatter.
Not knowing the consequences of fucking a fatty like Brad, Jax lustfully inserted himself into chub and started fucking as the porky man ate and ate and ate. Quickly the thin man started feeling cold, and leaned over, grabbing onto the fat man’s jiggling lard for warmth as he fucked. Brad’s tits felt like they might have some muscle under them, but that there was then a very soft and grabbable few inches of fat over them. His belly felt swollen from all the food, and heavy from all the fat. Jax couldn’t stop grabbing all the fat, still glistening with slight sweat even in the coldness of the refrigerated truck. With one big squeeze on the fatass’ belly, Jax let his cum loose in his fattened ass.
Brad sat back up, his pants still around his ankles. He was too busy with the cake to bother with cleaning up his leaking ass. Jax layed down on the soft man’s overly warm body. “Bro, we have to leave or I am so fired.”
Patient 24
“... And with that we’ll end a few minutes early to give each of you time before the campus floods with other students being let out. Be safe out there, and remember to wear your masks.” The professor told the class as dozens of university students started packing up their belongings.
Trevan and Zane made their way out of the lecture hall, their thoughts changing from the lecture on economics to the epidemic at hand. “They say that the infection sets in within a day, and the side effects are brutal.” Trevan said through his mask, his glasses fogging a bit in front of his dark eyes. “The guys who get infected. They get fat. Like, real fat. Like they have no self control around food. And no one knows anything yet about the pathogen causing it.”
“I’m sure it’ll all blow over.” Zane assured, giving a boyish smile to his best friend. “These things come and go every few years, this one will be the same as all the others. Do you want to grab something for lunch, or are you worried some virus in your sandwich will make you 600lbs?”
Tevan laughed. He knew his friend was kidding, but he just didn’t understand how people could let themselves go like that. They lacked discipline, and no virus would take that away from him. “No, no I’m sure the food is fine. Potbellys sounds good?”
“Potbellys sounds great.”
** Part 3 will be uploaded December 3rd
