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Biocorp Industries Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-09-02 18:47:01 +0000 UTCLater that day Darren shut off his computer to leave the office. Several people in his building had already left to take BioCorp’s deal, but many still remained compared to other industries. Working in pharmaceuticals, Darren knew most of his colleagues were just as scared of the injection as he was.
That being said, the general population certainly was not particularly afraid. As Darren walked down the street to the nearest tram station, he couldn’t help but wonder if every chubby man he saw had received the injection. Some were more obvious than others, presenting similarly to Levi. Overly bloated stomachs, growing into bellies, stuffed into tight shirts. Shorts and pants that were unbuttoned yet still tight, or elastic waistbands clearly digging into freshly plumpened flesh. Darren passed a Mcdonalds, the dine-in queue filled with dozens of annoyed looking chubby men, all carrying bloated bellies and fattened rears waiting for the automated food delivery system to drop their greasy sack of fat and salt into their hands. In the smaller delivery queue, delivery drones quickly picked up their heavy orders and flew out through the windows, leaving the chubby men drooling at the smell.
On the tram to Andre’s place, Darren had to stand as many of the plump men on transit had used several seats to carry immense amounts of food home. Darren shuddered at the fact that these unemployed men were going to head straight home and gorge on thousands and thousands of calories until it was time to wake up and repeat the process tomorrow. Every day they’d be waking up chubbier, fatter, their clothes just a bit tighter. Unitil what? How long could they just keep getting fatter? When would be the end of this insane growth?
Darren knocked on Andre’s studio apartment door. He waited, knocked again. After waiting 3 times he used the spare key under the welcome mat to enter.
“Hey Andre, just here to check on you.” Darren said, the warm apartment air hitting his face. Along with the stale heat came the unpleasant odor of what could only be assumed to be weeks worth of fast food deliveries littering Andre’s floor.
On the small bed at the back of the room layed a fattened Andre, half naked. Wearing a tanktop that probably hadn’t fit in 40lbs, his exposed, hairy belly rose and fell with every deep breath. Darren did a double take at his friend, seeing how chubby his face had become, and how tight his jock strap was. ‘I guess the one good thing about this is that his ass went from flat to a big ass bubble butt’ Darren thought to himself as he took a good look at the hairy globes Andre had been growing. His dick grew hard, but he quickly turned his attention to the scene at hand.
He checked Andre’s phone, it was dead. The laptop with a delivery screen next to him was still on, so at least that indicated that Andre was still cognizant enough to order food.
“Hey buddy,” Darren said, shaking Andew’s softened shoulder. “Let's get you cleaned up.”
Andres' sleepy eyes fluttered open. “Ah hey, yeah, sorry about the mess. Let me just put in a delivery real quick and then I’ll clean up this place. What are you doing here?” He asked, reaching for his laptop.
“I’m here to check in on you, we hadn’t heard from you in a few weeks.”
Andre's eyes were glued to his screen. After a few more clicks he looked back at Darren. “Sorry, what’d you say?”
Darren sighed. “I said we hadn’t heard from you in a few weeks. I think it’d be best if you come stay with me for a while.”
“No man, then I’ll have to change all my delivery addresses. And I don’t even think you have a Dangerous Donut’s near your place.
“Lucky for you, one just opened up last week down the street. But, Andre, do you even realize what’s happening here?”
“What do you mean?”
Darren grabbed his phone and picture of Andre, his bulbous belly out on display. He showed the picture to Andre “Do you realize how much weight you’ve gained since your injection?”
Andre’s eyes widened. “No way that’s what I look like bro.” He stood up to get a good look at himself in his standing mirror. His face turned to stone as he jiggled his belly and bounced his plump butt. “I got fat as hell.” He took off his shirt, exposing his girth. He cupped a moob in his hand, and his dick noticeably stiffened in his jock strap.
“Yea, but we can get you back on the right track at my place.”
“Let me just…” Andre said, stroking his dick from outside his jockstrap.
“Just… what?”
“Let me just get you to fuck me real quick. I’m so horny and food’s on the way.”
Darren made a face, his dick stiffening in his dress pants. “No man, this is sick. You’re fat as hell, the last thing I want to do is… fuck you.”
Andre, unconvinced by Darren’s stammering, started unbuttoning Darren’s shirt, his own prominent belly pressing against Darren’s flat torso. Darren grabbed one of Andre’s budding moobs and twisted the nipple a bit. Andre moaned, grabbing at Darren’s hardened cock and playing with it before unbuttoning the tall man’s pants. Darren looked down at the chubby man and ripped down his jock strap, exposing his dick slowly being swallowed by a layer of pubic blubber. He started to jerk off Andre, sending the once fit man’s chubby body shaking.
“I need to be fucked.” Andre said, full of lust.
Darren turned the porky man around and took a good look at his plump back, rolls and all. No more toned obliques, just flab and love handles. Down further was the fattest ass Darren had seen in a long time. Furry and plump with new fat, Darren bent Andre over and spread his chunky cheeks. He inserted himself, pounding that fattened man and sending every new pound shaking. Within minutes he was pumping the chubby man full of cum dripping out.
As soon as they were done, Andre’s ass still dripping cum, the delivery drone dropped off the food order. Immediately Andre started eating his fried rice, sitting on his cum filled ass.
“This is why you’re coming to live with me,” Darren said, slightly turned on by the hedonism but slightly disgusted at the same time.
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A month later
The sounds of Levi blaring the TV in the living room made it hard for Darren to hear Bruce at their apartment. “You wouldn’t believe it, Darren. The city is shutting down my gym, my whole business. These BioCorp mandates are getting ridiculous, how am I supposed to pay my bills?” Bruce’s shaved head wrinkled as he thought.
“You’re not thinking about getting the injection, are you?” Darren asked earnestly.
“Hell no, man. You should see the fatasses who’d been coming into my gym asking me if we served donuts. Their clothes didn’t even fit, and yet they come into my gym asking me for donuts!’ The sound of Levi opening a box of something in the living room gave the conversation an ominous shift.
It was true, Bruce had been struggling to make ends meet at work for months now. Ever since the injections started, less and less people had been showing up. It was not uncommon for Bruce to be training a ripped man on bench presses one day, and then have him show up weeks later, gym clothes tight casing his bulging belly like a sausage, and asking if they sell any food. They’d come back days later, somehow even fatter, and begging to be fed or fucked. It took a toll on Bruce, watching his favorite clients swell with lard day after day.
“I’d gotten by on selling protein bars for awhile, those BioCorps credits are just as good as any other money, but the shipments stopped after awhile,” Bruce explained. “They offered to fill my vending machines with chips and sodas, but I thought that’d be a bad business decision. If only I had known…”
“Hey guys!” Levi called from the living room, scratching his bulbous belly. “Delivery just got here.”
Darren let out a deep sigh. “I’ll get this one. I know you’ve got enough shit to deal with right now.”
As Darren spent the next several minutes bringing in stacks upon stacks of food from the local fried chicken place, Levi got increasingly more aroused looking at Darren’s fit physique. He pulled his tightened briefs down to his thick ankles and sat back, his bulging belly rising in the air. His throbbing dick stood at attention, leaking at the thought of Darren’s touch.
“Jesus Levi, can you please put that thing away?” Darren asked, setting down the last bag of mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and gravy.
Levi grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and shoved it into his mouth. “Please Darren…” He moaned. “I need to be masturbated. And Bruce won’t do it like I know you will.”
Bruce was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Thinking about his friend's situation, Darren took a seat next to Levi and started stroking his dick. Back in the day Darren and Levi would fool around casually, but this time it seemed off. Feeling his fattened friend’s soft, bulging love handles pressed into his well kept abs wasn’t the same as the hot sex they’d had where Levi wasn't shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. He used to have pecs, now they were moobs that were bouncing. Within minutes of Darren’s firm stroking, Levi came all over his belly, the wet cum masking a few of his new stretch marks.
Darren soon left, knowing why Bruce had left the room and how upset he was now that he had no income. What was he going to do about BioCorp? They were turning two of his best friends into complete fatasses begging to be fucked. He needed to come up with a solution quick, before the whole town chubbed over.
** Part 3 coming out next week
