Chapter 10 - the final dose

Every slurp of soup the boys ate gradually upped their dosage. Every mouthful brought them closer to an overdose that would inevitably spark the formula into life.

The whole room began to fill with a stink of the boys' sweat. Very quickly, the dining room began to smell like their changing room and Harry looked across as one of the women grinned and began to lock the door as the boys slurped away, oblivious. The boys wiped their foreheads but continued to gulp down more and more soup into their sweaty bodies.

The smallest guy was the first. Harry suspected it would be him. He looked slighter than any of the others and was clearly on the team for his speed rather than his strength. His body just couldn't cope with the flow of formula pumping in to him, like the larger men. He gazed around the room, looking drunk before dropping his spoon into his nearly empty bowl and burping loudly. He stood up, confused as his body began to rock from side to side. Surprisingly though, the other players didn't even look at him as they seemed preoccupied with something else. Groans started to be heard throughout the room as the handsome men clutched their stomachs and rubbed them gently to try and sooth the pain building up inside of them. Meanwhile, the smallest guy was well on his way, softly rocking as his body started to swell up with a thin layer of blubber.

Suddenly, another man, this time a little more muscular stood up and bent over the table as a loud belch escaped his mouth. One by one, the women abandoned their posts to personally assist the boys as they succumbed to the formula in rapid succession; larger and larger men falling victim to it.

Harry watched as the players were undressed by the beautiful dining room assistants. Rolls of belly fat spilling over their now tight designer suits. The first guy was now fully naked with a huge gut blooming below his soft chest whilst one of the women rubbed and jiggled his chubby ass from behind, whispering into his ear a description of everything that was happening to his body. But Harry wasn't the only one standing by watching the spectacle. Dan the manager stood up from his table in horror; his spoon still clutched in his hand. He quickly shuffled around the tables as he saw what was happening to his men. He was now the only man in the room not fattening. One of the beefier men even tried to grab him as he went by.

'Coach, what's happening...' he said gruffly, clutching the fat pot belly slowly bursting out of his shirt with his other hand. He'd leaned forward with the weight of it and had to move his hand from his belly back onto the table to steady himself. Dan cruelly snapped the hand away like he was contagious, backing away from him to the edge of the room. The fat gut on his star player clearly disgusted him.

All the men were fattening now and in varying stages of undress. The women laughed loudly as one of the men seemed to be growing the most enormous ass on him. It must have been at least the size of Harry's, but the guy still had to be 100lbs lighter than him, with solid thick legs still managing to hold him up. 'Look at this porker!' they shouted to each other, taking turns to slap his huge ass and give it a jiggle.

The women each tried to highlight to the others how fat their player was getting. 'Just look at the moobs my fatty is getting!' said one woman, bouncing a pair of soft, sagging nipples on one of the broader men. 'Can you see the love handles growing on this pig?!' said another, grabbing a large roll with two hands and jiggling it for effect.

Dan was still standing against the wall, watching it all with horror. Harry couldn't help watching the sight. He stood in front of Dan, blocking his view of the spectacle, speaking calmly and confidently to him. 'Do you want to know who has done this to them?' he asked sensitively. Dan stared in to his eyes and nodded, terrified. 'That lady over there' he pointed. That's when the lady stood up from the table above and came down to meet them, swaying her hips seductively as she walked.

'Your boys have just consumed the greatest formula ever created. She did this to them,' he repeated as the lady stood next to Harry, smiling proudly at Dan. Harry chuckled, he couldn't help himself. 'And thousands of other men before them'.

Dan looked at the lady with fury written across his face, but she just stood there there looking across at him smugly, not saying a word. She knew as well as Harry did how this was going to end; for it hadn't just his players eating the formula-laced soup...

It was a very subtle change, but Dan's face turned from a state of anger to deep, deep concentration as he seemed to clench all of his muscles. The smell of sweat coming off him was unreal. 'You see, she's taken over the management of your team's... dietary requirements,' Harry said pleasantly to him. He could tell Dan was barely even listening to him right now, so deep was his concentration trying to fight off the formula. 'It's bulking season for these greedy lads,' Harry laughed as he pointed around the room at the fattening obese men still growing heavier and heavier. 'And guess what Mr Stevens' said Harry. Dan looked across to his face as Harry readied himself for the final move. 'Now it's your turn!' And with that, Harry pulled apart the buttons on Dan's shirt, the shock forcing Dan to break his concentration for the tiniest second. But a tiny second was all that was required. Dan's face relaxed and Harry knew it was all over for him.

New women came over to take over, removing Dan's bow tie and ripped shirt to expose his large, but muscled stomach. Dan burped a long and slow burp, seeming to relieve all the pressure that had built up inside of him when he was still able to fight the formula. The formula seemed to be working faster; catching up for the time it had lost. Dan's gut grew larger and larger in front of them, turning in to a complete barrel within seconds. His hard pecs swelled and grew more pointed as his double chin started to form a ring around his harsh face. The women had to move quickly as they saw Dan's thighs swelling up inside his pants; untying his belt and pulling his pants down just in time. Harry had to pause and watch Dan's fattening love handles pour over the waistband of his underwear . His gut was round and wide, with an ass that was fighting to catch up.

Dan was already a large-framed man before the formula, making his body the perfect target for this overdose. Fatter and rounder he grew, beyond all the other fatties in the room; even larger than Harry, by quite a considerable amount. Finally he collapsed into a fat heap on the floor, his soft underbelly hiding his manhood as he slept.

Harry allowed himself now to look at the lady.
'Not bad' he said, grinning at her, whilst looking at the fat lump on the floor.

'Not bad,' she repeated, not turning to look again at Dan, but starting straight at him. 'I think you'll do very nicely.'

That's when Harry could see his whole new life mapped out in front of him. Travelling the world with the lady by his side.

And what could be better?