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The Lab
Ken’s life was never particularly exciting to begin with. He wasn’t particularly attractive, he wasn’t particularly social. He was what anyone would desire as a rather dull man. He didn’t really have any friends, and his life consisted mostly of going to work, and coming home. Occasionally, there would be after work drinks, but that was really the extent of it. He was a lab technician for a company working in research and development for a cosmetic’s company. His boss, Lee, had been responsible for some of the innovations that had led to the highest selling products world wide over the last decade. Ken’s life, unbeknown to him, began to change when Lee asked him to help him with a test. It was not uncommon for the guys in the lab to be asked to supply some material to be tested on; a few hairs, some saliva, just to see if it was going to react to whatever compound Lee was working on. This day, Lee bought Ken into a side room, and asked him to jog on a treadmill, he wanted to collect some sweat. It didn’t take long at all, after about four minutes, there was sweat beads all over Ken’s back. He wasn’t what you would call athletic, but he wasn’t fat. He was at most, soft. Lee scraped some sweat off his back, and he towelled off and went back to his own work, and thought no more of it. About a week after this, Lee, who was often quite secretive with his work, announced that he was close to something major, and that he was going to be asking all of the guys in the lab to work some over time. This had happened before, in the lead up to some of their biggest break throughs, and the guys didn’t mind at all, because they knew at the end, there were big bonuses for them. They went out for drinks that night, since it would be their last opportunity for a while. In their usual bar, Ken sat chatting to Colm and Bob, the two guys that worked nearest to him in the lab. They didn’t have much to talk about, just small talk. Colm was about Ken’s age and had started working for Lee at about the same time. He was more handsome than Ken, for sure he spend more time working on his body and grooming himself. Ken had always had a quiet thought in the back of his mind that he would like to go out with him sometime, but there was no chance of him ever making a move. Bob was a bit older, maybe forty, grey hair, trimmed beard, probably used to have a very nice body, but he’d let it go in recent years. Dennis, a new guy came over to chat to them. He was fresh out of college, and full of excitement and ambition. He looked like he was still a club kid, with his bleached hair, plucked eyebrows, always wearing trousers that ensured his peachy ass was shown off. He wanted to talk endlessly about what this new breakthrough might be, thinking that the world was about to change forever. The other three, having been through this all before, knew not to care too much. Probably it would be some new compound to put in an anti ageing serum, or something to prevent hair loss. The only thing they were really interested in were the bonuses they knew would come at the end of it all, so they didn’t engage much with poor hyper little Dennis. Sure enough, Lee started loading work on them. Ken found himself spending hours and hours doing mundane donkey work. Lee filled his desk with mountains of work and left him doing data entry for days on end. He didn’t care hugely, but it wad dull. He really struggled getting through it all, and often stayed at his desk till eight or nine. He was tired all the time, and began taking cabs home, and ordering deliveries for dinner en route. This didn’t make a huge dent in his finances, since he was earning so much overtime, but it affected him in other ways. The complete stop of any and all physical activity, and the constant stream of junk food, began to impact his waistline. Initially, he noticed a little pouch of fat forming around his middle. His belly began to hang out over his belt to the front, and his love handles began to pool at the side. All of his work shirts began to strain a little, but he didn’t replace them just yet, because there was always the chance that this new product would appear and he could go back to normal. After a few more weeks though, it hadn’t. His belly was really spreading now, his thighs were becoming big and spongy, his tits had puffed up and become pointy. With no bed rock of muscle, his body became very soft and jiggly, and his tight work clothes showed it all off embarrassingly. He decided it was indeed time to invest in some new work clothes, so one weekend, he headed to the mall, and bought some bigger sizes of the generic blue shirts and grey pants that he wore every day. The other guys in the lab still seemed to be working on more interesting research, it was just Ken that had been left with the crappy jobs. He became more distant than usual from Colm and Bob, but he knew it was only till all this passed. He noticed they were both spending lots of time in Lee’s office, but it didn’t bother him. Regardless of what he was working on, he would still end up with the same bonus as everyone else when this new mystery product was eventually launched. After about four months of this, Lee called Ken aside again. He wanted to repeat the test they had done before. He asked Ken to strip down, and run on the treadmill. Ken felt a little embarrassed striping off in front of Lee now. He could see him watching his jiggly body, tracing all of the new mounds of flab that had formed on his torso. With his new physique, four minutes on the treadmill was a lot more difficult for Ken, but he survived anyway and Lee once again scraped the sweat off Ken’s back. Except this time, he took some more samples. Using some cotton swabs, he took samples from the pools of sweat that had formed under his his jiggly tits. He also took some the inside of his thighs, and from the underside of his belly. He tried not to show how ticklish it all was, but when Lee finished off by giving his overhang a little squeeze and shaking it, he let out the tiniest little giggle. Feeling somewhat ashamed, he towelled off, threw on his work clothes and slinked back to his desk. A week later, Lee came into the lab and called for everyone’s attention. He thanked everyone for all of their hard work over the last months, and announced that he was very nearly ready to announce their new product. He said that he would be filling them all in over the next few days, but for now, the hard work was done. He popped a bottle of Prosecco, and poured them each a glass, one at a time thanking them individually. He came to Ken last, and handed him a glass saying ‘Ken, you’ve been the key to this entire process, my deepest thanks go to you.’ Ken took the glass, and the entire group raised them and toasted each other, before sipping their drinks. They all milled about and chatted feeling relaxed and a bit giddy that their long hours were over and their bonuses within reach. Ken found himself with Colm and Bob again, while Dennis flitted around, chatting flirtatiously to basically everyone in the office. About half way through his drink, Ken began to feel light headed. He stood up, thinking give himself a shake would clear it, but instead, he felt the blood rush to his head. His knees buckled from under him, and he tumbled to the floor where he began to lose consciousness. He heard the others gather around, watching him, before he passed out completely. Ken awoke some time later, feeling very groggy. He was in a dimly lit room that he did not recognise. The room had some very wide plastic chairs, with holes in the bottom. Ken looked down and noticed he was in the same type of chair. His mind slowly becoming more and more conscious, he noticed that he was completely naked. He also noticed that his hands and legs were bound to the chair, and there was a tube attached to his penis. He felt a jolt of panic, but he couldn’t move. He tried to shout, but something stopped him. Suddenly, he became aware of someone in the corner of the room. It was Lee. ‘Thank you again for all of your hard work on our new product Ken. You’ve no idea how helpful you’ve been. I think it’s time I tell you what we’ve been working on. I’ve discovered a new pheromone Ken. It’s present in all men, but I’ve discovered that it becomes more and more potent that fatter a man becomes. I believe it exists to aid otherwise unattractive men find mates. It gives them a leg up so that they can compete with the more athletic specimens. My theory, is that by extracting this pheromone from a grossly obese man, I will be able to create an extremely powerful aphrodisiac. I’m imagining including it in colones, in deodorants, who knows what else. Unfortunately, I need a source for this pheromone Ken, so we’re going to be modifying you until we get the potency we need.’ Ken tried to shout, to object, to scream fo help, but nothing came out. Lee bent down and put his hand on Ken’s soft paunchy belly. ‘I’ve inserted a feeding tube Ken, just to speed things up. You just need to relax now, and we’ll take care of the rest. This is going to be big Ken, we’re all very grateful for your sacrifice here.’ Lee stepped out and returned with a huge plastic tub. He carried it over, and poured its contents into some sort of trough that was over Ken’s head. He felt a sudden bloating in his stomach, and the fluid poured down the tube and into his gut. He felt uncomfortably bloated, and he saw his belly puffing up almost instantly. ‘That will keep filtering down as you digest it, and your body absorbs the fat. We’ll be back periodically to fill it up for you.’ Lee gave Ken’s fat belly a final squeeze before leaving him there alone. There was nothing Ken could do. He couldn’t move from the chair. He couldn’t speak. There was no time in this room. The lights never dimmed. He could have been in there for hours, days, months, he simply had no way of knowing. The only events, were the other lab techs coming into maintain him. His former colleagues came in periodically, with a fresh tub of whatever concoction they were feeding him. They’d pour the fresh tub into the trough, and he’d feel the familiar bloating in his stomach. Sometimes, they would wash him down with a damp cloth. His urine was drained by the tube over his penis. His shit fell through the hole in his chair, which must had had a sensor, because Ken could feel a water stream cleaning hi down after each movement. Most of the guys avoided eye contact when they came in to work on them. Possibly his situation made them feel uncomfortable. None of them would do anything about it though, because they all stood to become extremely wealthy from this latest product. Only Colm would occasionally make sympathetic eyes at Ken, seeming to apologise to him, but none the less being totally complicity in keeping him captive and destroying his body. He felt like he was fattening very quickly in this new regime. He noticed his thighs spreading out, eventually squeezing together, and masking the tube attached to his penis. His belly continued to spread, and he was unsettled by the sensation of feeling it sitting on his thighs. His tits too continued to fill and grow. Initially, they were drooping down to the side, but as his belly continued to grow, they were gradually lifted up as they perched on top of his mountainous stomach. He couldn’t see the rest of his body, but he could feel it. His love handles continued to spread outwards, until eventually he could feel them press against the side of his chair. Looking at the empty chairs opposite him, noticing how wide they were, he began to have some understanding of how truly massive he was becoming. Over time, he noticed small changes too in how it felt to sit in the chair. His ass continued to grow, and his back too accumulated some fat, adding extra padding between himself and the high plastic back. His restraints eventually felt uncomfortably tight, as his arms and ankles became thicker and thicker. His arms too were repositioned, ad his tits spread, pushing them outwards. He felt like an inflating balloon. He had now idea how long he had been there, when Lee returned. ‘Well done Ken, you’ve done extremely well. It’s time to move on to collecting now.’ Lee encouraged Ken to relax as he removed the feeding tube. It was extremely uncomfortable for Ken, and made him cough violently when it was finally pulled out. He could speak again, but he had nothing to say. He had been fattened into a caricature. He had no way of escaping this place. Clearly no help was coming. So he has there in silence. Lee unbuckled his restraints, which bought him huge relief. He tried to stretch his arms for the first time in god knows how long, but he found it too difficult now to lift them, with their new weight. He held onto the arms of the chair, trying to lift himself to his feet, but this was completely impossible. He let his arms relax, his hands placed against the side of his enormous gut. He was a prisoner, both of Lee, and of his own body. Lee passed him down two tubes. ‘This one is water, you’ll need a lot of this from here on. The other one is food. Your body requires a huge amount of calories now, but don’t worry, we’ll keep it well filled for you. Start filling up on water now though, so we can start collecting this precious pheromones.’ Lee gave him a pat on his belly, which rippled a jiggled before leaving. Ken did what he was told, and began chugging down the water, and swallowing the fluid from the feeding tube for the first time. It was creamy and sweet, almost like a custard. He sucked it through until the tub was empty, leaving him hungry for more. Bob came in not long after that. He continued to avoid eye contact as he took a cloth and cleaned Kens body all over. He was careful to clean the folds between his tits and his belly, and between his belly and his thighs. He pushed the cloth into the tight space between his thighs, pushing them hard against the sides of the chair. With some difficulty, he tried to raise Ken’s arms, so he could wipe down underneath them. He then went over all of these areas with a cream of some sort, presumably to prevent sores from forming, which Ken was grateful for. On the way out, Bob went to a dial by the door, and twisted the nob. Ken was left alone in the room. The dial had activated some vents along the floor. Ken felt the temperature in the room climbing. He continued to chug the water from the tube, as the room became uncomfortably hot. Sweat began pouring out of him, dripping down his face, straight onto his tits. Cumulating in all of his folds, making his massive belly glisten and shine. He began to pant for air between mouthfuls of water. Eventually, the door slid open, allowing some air in and providing a momentary relief. Colm came in, wearing boxers and a tank top. He stopped by the door, and looked at Ken. ‘Lee told me to strip down, because of the heat.’ He stood looking at his former colleague, taking in the enormity of what they had done to him. ‘I’m sorry mate,’ he said. ‘Lee said it’s only temporary, he’s going to let you out eventually.’ Ken noticed a tear welling up in Colm’s eyes. He tried to speak for the first time since he arrived, but it was a struggle. ‘Don’t worry man, I don’t blame you. But I’m not going anywhere, I can’t get out of this chair. Besides, Lee can’t risk people finding out what he’s done here.’ Colm swallowed and came over to Ken to start collecting his sweat. He had a thing that looked like a window cleaner, but it doubled as a funnel. As he began to scrape it up along Ken’s stomach, the sweat poured down and into a container attached to the handle. He went all over the stomach, before bending down and taking as much as he could from his legs, before coming up to his chest. Ken felt Colm’s torso pressed against his stomach, as he leaned over, scraping from the top of his nipples, up to where they met his double chins. Ken would have loved to experience Colm’s touch, before he was captured and transformed into a massive pile of blubber. Never the less, feeling him now made his penis twitch back to life, and made him breath even heavier. Colm too began to breathe heavier, his chest pressing into the fat just under Ken’s tits. When he stepped back, his tank top was drenched in Ken’s sweat. He set down the container, before grabbing the tank top and lifting it to his nose, taking a deep breath of the fat man’s musk. He stared deep into Ken’s eyes as he inhaled this new scent, before dripping the tank and climbing up onto Ken’s thighs. He leaned in, and placed his mouth over Ken’s massive stretched nipple, his tongue making vigorous circles, as he swallowed the fresh salty sweat. When he had licked them clean, he lifted Ken’s tits, and buried his face in the fold of fat, ravenously racing his tongue through the fold to take as much of the fat man’s precious juice as he could. When he came up for air, he looked demented. Ken’s sweat had soaked his hair, which he flicked back off his forehead, before scaling Ken’s massive body and violently, passionately, pushing his tongue into Ken’s mouth. Ken could taste the saltiness on his tongue, could smell the musk off his skin. Colm continued to press deeper and deeper into him, as Ken struggled to lift his arms. He slowly placed them around Colm’s lower back, pulling him in until he was tightly enveloped in Ken’s fat. Colm reached behind him to pull down his boxers, and Ken felt his hardened cock press into his stomach fat. He continued to aggressively push into Ken’s mouth with his tongue, as he began thrusting his cock into Ken’s stomach. It took no time at all before he his body seized up, and let let out a loud long moan into Ken’s mouth. Spent, he let his head rest on one of Ken’s tit’s his hands spread around Ken’s side, soaking wet body. When he got his breath back, he stood up, avoiding Ken’s gaze, as he lifted his boxers, and the container of Ken’s sweat, and left the room, turning down the temperature dial on the way out. Ken smiled to himself as he felt Colm’s jazz drip down the front of his belly and onto his thighs. His own cock was throbbing, and he began to experiment, moving his fat as much as he could, trying to get himself off. It took him a long time, and it was quite painful because of the tube still attached to his penis, but he came eventually and felt a tingling sensation run through every nook and cranny of his enormous body. It wasn’t long before one of the other guys came into clean him down again, wiping, and moisturising. They kept his food trough full, although he didn’t seem to grow any more. Whatever calories he was taking in now must have ben just enough to maintain his body at his current size. Bob was the next one tasked with collecting his sweat, and to Ken’s surprise, he was overcome with the same arousal that had taken hold of Colm. He watched in awe as Bob ripped off his shirt, revealing his own round all gut, which he then pressed up against Ken’s mountain of fat, again hungrily devouring as much of the fat man’s sweat as he could. He too fucked Ken’s belly, and Ken delighted in feeling his jizz sliding down his stomach. This became his new routine. Eating, drinking gallons of water, being cleaned, sweated and fucked by just about every man in the Lab. After many of these collections, Lee visited him again. ‘I wanted to show you the fruits of your labour.’ He showed Ken a tablet, with an advertisement playing for some new colones. Seemingly his new fat pheromones would be included in a whole range of new fragrances. The video trailer showed fancy bottles, with beautiful, chiselled men spraying the scents on their muscular necks and chests. All of them had names like ‘Attraction,’ or ‘Seduction.’ And all of the advertisements showed the men biting and licking their lips, before being passionately kissed and held by women and men alike. Ken laughed at what they would think if they knew about the mountainous tub of lard that was the source of their new found superpower. ‘As expected, this product has been hugely successful. Everyone upstairs is set to get paid between gift and a hundred thousand for their work on this. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve left you out of the pot. I figured you’d have nothing to spend it on now, and also, I’ve no way of paying you, since you were declared missing over a year ago. I believe you’re presumed to be dead now.’ Ken’s hands were holding the side of his belly, and he felt it swell and expand as he let out a long sigh. This really was his life from here on. He was not happy about being held captive. He was not happy about being turned into a grotesque monster of a human. However, when he thought back to spending every night alone in his house, the mundane existence of doing nothing but coming to work every day, he thought that in some ways, he was enjoying the attention he got now. He was enjoying how his body was producing sweat that would send men crazy with desire. He was enjoying their touch, there kisses. He was enjoying feeling them cum on his body. He was even enjoying feeling their hands cupping and grabbing at his mounds of soft flab. ‘The good news for you though, is that demand for this is through the roof, so we’re going to be expanding our little operation soon.’ Lee left, and Ken was left to wonder where was going to find more men to fatten up. He didn’t have to wonder long though. Soon enough, the door opened again, and Lee re entered. Colm and Bob followed behind, both holding young Dennis, who was wriggling and squirming, trying to escape. ‘Please, please don’t do this to me guys, I don’t want to be fat, please I’m begging you.’ He continued to thrash violently, as they pushed him into a chair opposite Ken, and strapped his hands and legs down. ‘Please, I’m begging you, don’t do this to me.’ His pleas fell on deaf ears. Lee produced a syringe, and injected Dennis. His struggling began to subside until his head drooped down, and he lost consciousness. Ken watched as Lee inserted a feeding tube, connected to the trough above Dennis’ head. Colm then took one of the familiar tubs from outside, and emptied it into the tub. The food trickled down, and Dennis’ belly became swollen and taut. Lee and Bob left them again, but Colm paused to come over and squeeze Ken’s tits before following them out. Dennis’ woke up eventually, and Ken saw the familiar panic and struggling. He caught sight of Ken, and the horror dawned on him that this grotesque obesity was what lay ahead of him if he didn’t find some way to escape. He looked Ken in the eye, and tried to shout, his voice blocked by the tube. He was pleading with Ken, his eyes yelling ‘Help me.’ Ken felt some sympathy for him. ‘I can’t help you,’ he said, ‘I’m too fat to get out of this chair.’ He watched helplessly as a tear rolled down Dennis’ cheek, trickling down over his beautifully sculpted cheek bones. There was nothing to be done. The men continued to come down, they would feed and wash Dennis, and they would turn up the heat and collect sweat from Ken, before making love with him. It felt like no time at all before Dennis’ rib cage became buried in a layer of fat, before his stomach fat pooled on his thighs, before his face swelled up and became unrecognisable, before his thighs and ass spread and he took up the full width of the massive chair, before his previously flat chest had become engorged with fat, his nipples stretched to become as big and round as saucers, and his giant tits sat on top of his own mountainous belly. It felt like no time at all before the cute hype club kid had transformed into a monstrous pile of fat, unable to move from the chair. It was no time at all before the feeding tube was removed, and the collections were started on Dennis. Remarkably, he too seemed to embrace his new life. The men found his sweaty fat body just as irresistible as they had found Ken’s. Ken got a thrill out of watching the men humping Dennis’ fat body, but he got a special thrill watching Colm, his beautiful rounded ass clenching as he thrust his cock into the former Twink’s fat. Colm always maid a point of coming over for a kiss from Ben when he had finished with Dennis. Demand for the product clearly grew. Over time, more and more men were brought to this Dungeon sauna. Some had started working in the lab after Ken had been taken Some were lifted off the street, and had never met Lee before in their lives. One by one they were fattened until they were each prisoners of their own enormous bodies. Eventually, the men were able to chat to one and other, and formed something of a community. Ken was delighted when he eventually built up enough strength in his arms, that he could move them more easily. He enjoyed being able to rub his own belly, and to play with his own tits. It also made it much easier for him to get off by fucking his own fat, and he loved being able to use his hands to explore the bodies of the men who came down to take his sweat and fuck him in a steady stream. When all the chairs were filled, Lee stopped coming to the room. They never saw him again. Eventually, the monotony of the men’s existence was such that there was no further need for talking. The only sounds that filled the room were their heavy breathing, the sounds of pleasure as the men took the sweat from their huge bodies, and the sound of release as they all came after fucking their own fat. Ken and the others accepted that they would never again stand, nor would they ever escape this room, but they all came to feel contentment with their lives. Source: https://www.tumblr.com/wanttofeed/720595379225329664/the-lab?source=share | |
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