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BioCorp Industries - Epilogue
🕑 Added 2023-09-17 12:10:49 +0000 UTCThat night, Darren’s roommates threw him a celebratory feast to congratulate him on his new life. Andre, barely able to squeeze his short, butterball body through door frames, lumbered himself into the living room and laid down on the floor, putting his keg tube into his mouth. Levi sat in his usual spot on the couch, his superchub body sinking perfectly into the large cavity his huge body had created. Bruce, still able to fit in the armchair, across the room, sat down heavily and prayed the chair wouldn’t break underneath his monstrous weight. The three men got to work, quickly ordering every food item that popped into their minds. They left windows open for delivery drones to deposit the food right onto their ever growing bellies, or their skinny lap as in Darren’s case. The men ate without abandon, Darren only feeling a fraction of the shame he thought he would should this ever happen to him. He fell asleep that night happily suckling fat shake from a keg tube and rubbing his taut and bloated abs.
He quickly became too occupied with stuffing himself unreasonably full every second of every day to keep up with the cleaning. Luckily, the roommates had all the money they could possibly need to hire BioCorp’s new cleaning service that would come daily. Every day, a toned and muscular man in a fitted uniform arrived to pick up all the delivery trash that accumulated, as well as replace their kegs with fresh fattening liquid.
Darren lived his life happy and fattening, watching himself grow bigger every day. It didn’t register on his mind as a particularly bad that he was growing fatter, but he was aware that he had put on some amount of weight. Walking was becoming more tiring, his belly ran into door frames and counters, standing up started to elicit grunting.
After having gained almost 100lbs, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing only an old tank top, his flabby arm chub on full display. His face, fuller with a double chin, barely recognizable from himself less than a year ago. His growing belly hung over his pubic fat, a few inches of flab exposed at the bottom of the shirt. His happy trail had expanded out with fat, all the way down to his pudgy pubic fat that grew around his once large dick. He was growing fat, and he’d only be growing even fatter as his insatiable appetite took over.
He heard the cleaning man in the living room. Peeking his head in, he saw the muscular man working quickly. “You know, I used to be in shape like you.”
The muscular man smiled to himself. “I’m sure you did, chubs.”
“Me too. I used to weigh 175lbs,” Levi added, almost comically given that him and Andre could barely stand up lately due to the amount of fat they’ve put on.
“I know, I know.” The muscular man said. “Everyone in here used to be skinny, and now all you do is fucking eat all day. That’s why I have to clean up after you, because you’re too busy eating.”
“But I’m not even that fat like Levi.” Darren said, his dick growing hard between his layers of flab. “You could still masturbate me and it might even be fun for you.”
“No way.” The housekeeper spat out. “I’m not touching a fatty like you. You’re weak, you got the injection. You gave up.”
Darren was confused about what the man was saying, so he went back to his room and started playing with his plump nipples while he rocked back and forth, his belly jiggling perfectly on top of his dick, until he busted loads of cum all over the bedsheets. Ah, well, one more thing for the housekeeper to take care of.
Andre was the first roommate to stop standing up. His immense flab took up the entire double sized bed he now lived on. It creaked like it could break any day now, but the drones kept bringing him food. The housekeeper kept changing out his keg, his thighs spread out even more, his belly rose like dough, and his once handsome face got even more lost in lard.
Bruce sucked in his expansive, round belly as he entered Andre’s room and looked at Derren with a smile.
“I don’t want to get so fat I can’t get up.” Darren said flatly, putting a handful of chips into his mouth.
Bruce thought for a second. “Well, what do we need to stand up for? I don’t know about you, but getting up is harder for me by the day. I won’t mind it so much if I become too fat to stand.”
“Well… when you put it like that it might not be so bad. Anyway, I’m thinking of ordering Potbelly’s again tonight.”
Levi soon took his last steps in the living room before permanently laying down on his couch never to be able to get up again. A few months later, the same happened to Bruce in his room.
Darren lumbered around the apartment as a drone dropped off food into the living room. He was waddling lately, his body having become so fat his massive thighs couldn’t walk normally anymore. He sucked in his jiggling belly as he entered Bruce’s room, thinking of offering to wash him down. Of course, the live-in housekeeper could take care of that, but Darren still liked to think of himself as helpful even as he fattened himself so big that he would, of course, be a burden to anyone he lived with soon enough.
Looking at Bruce, the huge man’s face lost in layers and layers of blubber, he seemed happy. His fat fingers grabbing cake and messily shoving it into his mouth as he watched his favorite show. ‘That wouldn’t be so bad,’ Darren thought. ‘I guess Bruce was right. All that I do now is sit around, eat, and masturbate. What do I need to be walking around for?’
Eventually Darren started to have trouble fitting through the door frames himself due to his size. His fat rolls would get caught in the frame, and he was getting scratches from shoving his blubber through. He got up less and less, until one day he didn’t get up again. He spent his days eating relentlessly and jiggling his massive belly on top of his buried dick until he came inside his fat folds. Never did his previous job or life pop into his mind. The only thing he thought of would be where his next meal would be deposited to him from, or how long it’d be before he could gather the energy to pleasure himself again.
BioCorp Industries had successfully taken over.
