Chapter 1: i'll take it!

...came out of Bob's mouth as he glanced quickly between the proposed, salary, the bonuses, and Dr. Wu's enormous rack. It all seemed to good to be true. Just hours before he was a struggling Army veteran, literally starving, suffering from PTSD and with little hope of truly providing for his wife. And now, here he was just moments away from signing a one year work/clinical trial with a starting salary of 100k dollars , not to mention extra bonuses.

Sure, Dr. Wu mentioned some "possible" side effects, but the money coupled with the possibility that this drug could greatly reduce his PTSD suffering, was too much to resist. Of course Bob knew that he should consult his wife, but considering that it was his wife's idea that he go for the experimental trial, Bob instinctively struck the coals while they were hot and signed the contract immediately.

BOB noticed Doctor Wu grinning at him like a wolf about to devour her prey. Bob just figured, "She's got the hots for me. It's no wonder, from the looks her overweight male staffers of and the picture on her desk ofher morbidly obese husband... she's gotta be happy having a hard bodied stud like me around. At 6'5", 220, and ripped, who could blame her?"

Interrupting his little day dream, Dr. Wu grabbed a large container of liquid out of a little fridge and handed it to him.

"What's thIS?", asked Bob.

"It's just some milk to help you with your first dose of MD227-B", replied Dr Wu as she handed him what looked like a horse pill.

The milk looked a little yellowish and was thick and creamy. Bob looked at it suspiciously for a moment before putting the giant pill in his mouth.

"God, this pill is huge and tastes gross", thought Bob before taking a swig of the milk. The milk was creamy and a bit sweet but Bob figured it was just to mask the bad tasting pill. And, "Wow" thought Bob, "Now this tastes great." In fact, it was the best tasting drink he'd ever had and he greedily he finished off the contents.

"Wow, Dr Wu, that was great. You should sell that stuff on the market." said Bob as his belly let out an audibly loud growl.

"One day, maybe" chortled Dr. Wu while purposely leaning forward to further reveal the cleavage of her massive bussom. "And for God's sake grab some food from the cart out in the front office. You SOUND famished.

"Yeah, I guess I am", Bob sheepishly replied.

"And here, a cash advance", said the doctor as she handed Bob a thick envelope full of hundred dollar bills.

"I can't thank you enough, Dr Wu, thank you."

Dr Wu watched her new, tall and athletic staffer grab a bag full of donuts on the way out. And before the door shut she noticed Bob shoving almost a whole donut in his mouth, chewing and groaning with delight.
...
While on the bus ride home, Bob couldn't help but noticed how good he felt. All of his normal aingst was gone and replaced by a feeling of complete euphoria. His stomach growled again and the seventh donut unconsciously made its way from the bag to his mouth.

While he had time on his hour and a half bus ride, Bob figured he'd better go over the paperwork. With his free hand, he took out the medical papers and looked over the effects of MD227-B.

RECOMMENDED USES
ANXIETY REDUCTION
PTSD RELIEF
DEPRESSION

Another donut disappeared into his mouth.

"Well" thought Bob, "That sounds like me...And I guess it must be working. I feel great", he thought before reading further...

POSSIBLE SIDE EFFECTS

LOWERED CHOLESTEROL, "Good" Tommy thought.
WEIGHT GAIN, "I can just work out more, no problem".
GYNECOMASTIA "I don't even know what that is but a 100k + salary gotta make everything okay.
LACTATION "OH boy, I know people that are lactose intolerant. I guess no more milk for me. I wonder if Dr Wu's milky concoction is lactose free because my stomach feels fine. I guess that's a bridge we'll have to cross at a later date.
FACIAL AND BODY HAIR LOSS, "as long as I get to keep the hair on my head, we're all good"
INCREASED APPETITE, "I don't normally eat much anyway, probably a good thing"
INSULIN REGULATION, "I guess that's good for preventing diabetes, but I got no worries there".
And...
INCREASED LIBIDO "Whatever that means?", thought Bob as he adjusted his pants to cover his raging hard on.

All in all this was the best day of Bob's life after shipping off to Afghanistan. "Wow, I can't wait to surprise Melody"
...
Bob bounded up the three flights of stairs to their small apartment. The sumptuous smell of a feast wafted through the apartment door. His stomach growled again. Bob knocked on the door anxious to tell his wife the good news.

It took a while for Melody to open the door, but as she did, Bob knew that Melody must have already learned of their good fortune as her petite frame was barely covered by a sexy little nightie.

Bob stood speechless with an erect boner and an empty bag of donut crumbs. Tammy jumped up into his arms and they passionately embraced. "Grrrrrrrl" sounded his tummy again.

"Sounds like my Big Boy is hungry?", purred Melody.

"Yeah, I'm actually starving. Can I get a bite to eat before we continue this?", pleaded Bob.

In her most sultry voice Melody said, "I wouldn't have any other way", as she led him to a table smothered in what looked like a Thanksgiving feast.

"Sit down honey. Just relax..." trailed off Melody as she sauntered off into the kitchen in her small black nighty.

"Criissspop", rang the distant memories of his early beer drinking days, way back in high school. Back then Bobby was a completely different person. He was unmotivated smoked weed, ate like a pig and drank beer like a fish. At 6'5" his weight crept up from a skinny 180lb fresshman, to a very fluffy, and jiggly 350 Senior by the time prom rolled around.

"Good thing he Melody didn't know me back then, she'd probably wouldn't have given me the time of day. But I was still 40 or so heavier than now" Bob thought."

Bob's thoughts were interrupted by Melody's fingers caressing his cheek with one manicured, and svelte hand while placing a Guinness tall boy in his lap.

Bob reached for it and chugged down the entire contents in less than 15 seconds. He stifled a large belch and quietly let it exit. Embarrassed he said "Sorry, it must be the side effects of the medicine, but I'm starving, and everything just tasted so damned good. That was the best tasting beer that I've ever had....and it SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN.

Melidy just grinned from ear to ear. He talked but her mind raced as she thought first, just how amazing it was to see Bob once again HAPPY. Not stressed out or hyper vigilant, but calm, happy and extremely hungry.

"....I've had pale ales in the Czech Republic....Hell, Ive even had Guinness in Dublin....AND I've NEVER, EVER had one that tasted that good. Can I have Another?" he pleaded, while rubbing a slightly distended belly over his skin tight and tailored dress pants.

Melody moved with cat like agility to fetch him two more dark tall boys. She quickly popped off both tops using the dexterity of a goddess to get them undone and placed right on the coffee table without spilling a drop. Bob reached for the first bottle and again started chugging down the calorie laden contents.

Just then Melody drifted off again. Her pussy grew wetter by the second as she thought about just how fat Bob could eventually get.

Bob weighed about 270lbs when they first met. Melody secretly hoped he'd continue to grow fatter as their relationship progressed. At first it had as Melodyy managed to fatten him up to 300lbs in their first year together. The sex was amazing, Melody got to secretly indulge her darkest fantasies and most forefilling was the fact that she had met her soul mate. Then as quickly as it all went up. Things quickly reversed gears when some of Bob's mates made fun of his man boobs at a local market. At 312 lbs and thoroughly embarrassed in front of his love, Bob promised himself to never be ashamed of his body ever again. Later that day, he joined a gym and within a years' time he'd chiseled his gelatinous, 300 lb + blob into a 240lb pumped and ripped WWE look alike.

Melody enjoyed his new confidence and energy levels but little by little his gorgeous fat rolls and man boobs were replaced by hardened abs and flexing pecs. Secretly she wished he'd stop, but her secret might likewise expose her plans in motion to grow him even bigger. So she said nothing and politely smiled with admiration when he went to the gym. On many occasions Tammy often thought, "What if I just told him the truth back then....I could have continued fattening him up and.... he would have never gone to that silly war..."

Bob finished the first beer and began chugging the second.

"If he eats with the same gusto that he drinks, he'll be fat in no time.", Tammy thought while getting weak in the knees. Despite her own ecstasy she managed to cooly walk over to her husband who was patting his beer bloated belly and traces her nails across his hard, but extended abs.

"Come on, it's time to eat...", Melody whispered into his ear, "and if you eat EVERYTHING I feed you, I promise to be very nice to you afterwards."

Melodyy couldn't help but notice just how hard Bob was. "Is he enjoying this too? God, I couldn't be luckier", she thought to herself.

Meanwhile Bob had slipped her grasp and was digging into a huge turkey leg. He ate it quickly, but it was obvious that he savored each bite, occasionally moaning in pleasure.

Melody hastily threw together a heaping mound of mash potatoes, dark meat, ham slices, and sweet potatoes. Where normally Bob would have scoffed at such a huge plate, he accepted it graciously and dug in with unrelenting devotion.