Bigger than your professor!

You had an uneventful night after school. You did your homework, got more used to your new fatter brother during dinner and watching TV with the family. You played some games before finally turning in for the night wondering when your new infection would take hold.

You gasped for air as you woke up. You immediately took note of the heat. Your body was burning up intensely. You threw off the covers and were hoping to find some fat on you, but you were still yourself. Then the hunger struck. Your stomach churned and growled like a Lion before the pain struck. You got out of bed and doubled over grabbing at it. You felt possessed marching out of your room and to the kitchen. You threw open a cupboard and started eating.

Chips, crackers, chocolate, cookies, leftovers, meat, cheese, milk, ice cream, everything. You just ate and ate and ate. You barely even registered your tank top tearing and falling off your body. Your shorts blowing and falling to the ground. Your underwear stretching to its limits before snapping and scattering on the floor.

“Mom!” You heard your brother cry out. “Dad!” You didn’t care as you kept eating. You could feel your family’s presence as they entered the kitchen, but their voices were a blur as you kept eating. At one point you remember a gallon of milk being snatched from you and your lightning reflex to take it back and chug it all.

“Ugh,” you groaned before a house shaking belch escaped your lips. “Oh my god,” you moaned as you took it all in. You ate everything. Wrappers, tins, and packaging were everywhere and your fingers, mouth, and chest were covered in food debris.

“Done finally?” You heard your dad behind you. You felt him smack your ass and it was enormous. It reverberated through you and shook your entire backside. You looked down at your mattress moobs and the truck sized belly oozing out in front of you. Your arms were stacked with so much fat they were hard to move. You shuffled your legs to turn to your dad. The tires stacked on tires of folds of fat on your legs and ass made moving them a struggle, but you eventually were facing your dad.

“I already called the doctor,” he said from the other side of your enormous belly as he gave it a pat. “He’ll be here soon to check you out. Come on, let’s get you in the living room.”

You carefully and slowly shuffled your tonnage out of your kitchen with the help of your dad. Squeezing every roll of fat through the door and breaking a sweat all over you stomped through until finally you sat on the couch breaking it instantly. Sweat was pouring down every inch of your fat and gathering in your new rolls.

“Where- where’s mom and-“ you wheezed trying to catch your breath.

“They went grocery shopping cause you ate everything ya pig.” Your dad joked. You and your dad ended up watching TV while waiting for the doctor. You couldn’t believe how big you were. You were definitely bigger than your professor. You could crush a car completely under your fat. Your belly oozed out several feet ahead of you and pushed aside the coffee table.

Eventually the doctor arrived and began inspecting you. He did a bunch of little tests before taking swabs. Your heart rate was perfect, your blood pressure was good, you got a clean bill of health.

“So, how big we lookin, doc?” Your dad asked.

“Well, we’d have to do a more official weighing to get an accurate weight.” He started. “But, based on others who had the infection and their sizes and what they ended up weighing, my best guess? Somewhere over 8000 pounds?” Your dad let out a whistle as he smacked your gigantic love handles that hung over the end of the couch they were actually thicker than he was

“How do you feel, kiddo?” Your dad asked.

“I’m in heaven.” You tell him. “I feel like a giant sexy beast. I can’t wait to go to school and flaunt my ass.”

“You’re still gonna do school?”

“Of course! I’m not letting this stop me! This is an upgrade. I’m gonna be an obese monster of a man and show everyone!”

“Alright, I’ll start lookin for clothes for ya.”