chapter 2

Alex managed to walk calmly to the administrative offices, remaining composed and collected despite the thoughts racing through his head. This would work, he just had to get the consent. At 6' and 350lbs he barely considered himself fat, but mostly because his tastes were so much heavier. The stretch marks coating his body had all faded to silver, looking more like tribal tattoos than the vibrant red shame of someone who couldn't control their appetite, the muscles under his arm and thigh fat had grown and tightened the skin, and his thick, gelatinous gut had added thickness to his now wide and bulky frame, all coming together to give the impression of a football star who'd taken to a buffet, rather than a biochem nerd who had to get fit quick.

It had been two years since the accident, a single drop through a hole in his glove when he demonstrated his panteded PPAR-Y Overload on rats for the Symposium. He had gone from 150-350 in mere months, relying on the fortune from Agricultural sales and his iron will to go from struggling to move to the brisk stride and stable demeanor he held today.

There was some paperwork to fill out, but Clark was tragically dropping out to participate in a human trial.
By the end of the day, Alex had put Clark's signiture on all the forms that were needed for him to just disappear. "Just a few more hours" mused Alex as he started ordering a feast for twenty.

Chapter 3

Clark was breathing even heavier than usual, working through the final plate the cafeteria would give him for the day before they closed. Bloated, stretched, and horny was a frustrating combination, but he could feel his gut pressing down onto his mid thighs, the weight of all that food in his overgrown gut making it heavier by the minute. It was hard work getting it all in, but he was going to do better than yesterday, if only by a bit. Clark had given up on the math problems in front of him somewhere after his second wind, and was just focusing on rubbing his aching gut despite all the looks. He'd gotten used to those in his trip from thin to fat, leaving his controlling family for University, it was a new experience to have nobody tell him what to do, what to eat, where to go. He didn't have to hide his gaining or his gayness, but on the flip side of that he no longer had anybody pushing him to study or finish his work. Clark stifled a burp and forced down the last of his soda. He'd have to see what that cute, young professor wanted. Maybe he'd help Clark boost his grades enough to finish his freshman year, he could probably get to 400 before getting kicked out then.