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Dillon woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes from the kitchen. He knew that today was going to be a good day. He and his boyfriend had been dating for about two years now. Normally, the weekends were set aside for hanging out with friends or going on trips. However, they were waking up early this weekend because they had won a free tour of the new Gailencorp factory in their town. Gailencorp was an international biomedical engineering company which had just built a new manufacturing plant close by. Both Dillon and Xander were major fans of their myosin boosting protein formula. Both of them were crazy gym fanatics. When the company first started selling the shakes they were already hooked. It was only natural that when the company had set out a sweepstakes to win a free private tour of the industry's newest and most advanced facility one of them would be chosen.
“Are you going to get up already, seriously, we only have like an hours before we have to be there,” said Xander. “Yeah babe, sorry the bed just feels too good this morning”, Dillon quickly threw his toned frame out of bed and hit the shower. After a quick, and probably too carb heavy, breakfast both of the boys were out of the house and on their way to the factory.
As they pulled up to the factory they both noticed how big the place was. “Holy shit” said Xander “this place is like a city all by itself”. As they pulled to the guest entrance they got out and walked into the main lobby. There they found four other people waiting in the lobby: a tall bleach blond girl with a tan (and pretty roided out) meat head, a chubby but not college aged guy, and a short girl with a neon blue pixy cut. All of them were waiting in the lobby in front of the service desk when suddenly out of a set of doors a stout wave haired man walked. He was about 6 foot tall and ripped, had a full black beard encased in a beard net, and was ripped from head to toe with muscles. His tight polo and khaki pants looked like they were bursting at the seams with muscle.
“Hi folks, welcome to Gailencorp industries, we have a full schedule today and I hope we can get moving along” he said. “I you are excited to see what’s in this factory because we here at the company and totally stoked to have you. However, before we get started I want you all to sign these forms saying that you won’t disclose any trade secrets you see and that we are not responsible for any damages” He slowly began handing out dense packet of information to each guest. “Hol’ up bro” said the tanned jock “What type of damages are we talking about here isn’t this just a fucking tour” The group all suspiciously looked at the tour guide and awaited his response. “It’s just a company legal thing, I promise you unhealthy or deadly will come your way while on this tour, it’s mostly just because someone slipped a couple of years ago and now corporate is all anal about it” That was a weird way to phrase that Dillon thought. Everyone hesitantly filled out the forms gave them to the front desk clerk.
“Awesome” said the tour guide “If everyone is ready we can get started with our first stop through the yeast culturing labs” And off they went through the doors he came out of.

As they walked through the set of double doors they were greeted with a long hallway. “We here at Gailencorp industry believe in building our products from the ground up. Here it is our philosophy that the finished product should come directly from the starting ingredients, it really helps streamline the production process.” The entire group took a right through a set of glass doors and into a mass laboratory.
The first thing that Dillon noticed was that the entire room smelled like unbaked dough. The smell of yeast was everywhere. Also he noticed that all of the workers were wearing white smocks, gloves, and face covers so that only the eyes were exposed. The whole group seemed out of place with only civilian clothes in such a sterile and pristeen room. The room was scatter advanced room size oven looking devices.
“In this room we do alot of benchtop bioprocessing mostly this is where we engineering our no carb desserts and breads” said the tour guide. “Don’t you mean low carb breads, all breads have at least some carbs” said the pixy cut girl. “Actually no” he said with a smile on his face “our health food company is so dedicated to helping everyone lose those extra pounds without cutting the foods they love that we have developed a new way to make carbless bread”. “But how is that possible” said Xander. “I’m glad you asked, you see, we genetically engineered a form of yeast that while it is rising in the bread it actually converts all carbohydrates into a similar molecule that has no caloric value, the body can’t process it and therefore it gets excreted out without putting on those extra pounds. In fact we have a some free samples if you all would like to try some cookies”
The tour guide pulled out a tray and the entire group grabbed them up quickly and devoured them whole. “Oh my god, you totally can’t even tell the difference between these and regular cookies” said the blonde girl. Dillon agreed, these cookies legitimately tasted like fresh chocolate chip cookies. As everyone was eating the cookies, Dillon noticed the husky college guy had grabbed a handful and was walking around the room. The tour guide continued to talk but Dillon continue to watch this wandering boy. It looked like his mind was in another world so fascinated by the endless possibilities of limitless splurging with no guilt. While one of the workers was turned away Dillon saw the boy grab a bit of raw dough from a barrel and take a bite thinking no had noticed. “..... and that is why we have to spray the mixture and incubate the cookies at the same time.” said the tour guide. The chubby kid quickly rejoined the group and the tour continued onward.
The group meandered over to one of the massive incubation chambers and the tour guide continued to talk “These incubators are designed to specifically measure the reagent concentration in the chamber until they drop to a certain level and then the heaters are turned off and the finished goods can be removed.” The entire group looked into the massive glass windows and saw a spray come from hoses in the ceiling and the heating lamps slowly heat the dough into rising. As the workers had just finished rolling out the carts of bread from another oven, the corpuscular guys stomach began to rumble. “Hey do you got any toilets around here I’ve really got to take a shit” said the guy. “I think there is another restroom a couple of labs down we will be there in about ten minutes” said the tour guide
“Oh shit I dont think I can wait that long” the guy said in a worried tone as the entire group could hear him let out a loud fart. “Dear god dude what did you eat” said the tanned jock. Out of desperation the hefty guy ran to the closest open door which was actually the recently vacated incubator. Dillon noticed the tour guide a smug smirk on his face and then quickly changed to a worried expression. “Sir please step out of the incubator that is for authorized personnel only” This time a loud gurgle and an unnaturally loud fart could be heard from the guy and suddenly the machine said yeast activation initiated. The doors quickly guided shut and the fat guy grabbed his stomach. “That can’t be good” said Xander. “That’s odd, you all only ate baked cookies why did the machine detect yeast”. The guy then ran to the door and started banging on the glass saying “Hey let me out of here I’m about the shit my pants”. “I don’t think your that lucky” said the tour guide” Everyone looked at the tour guide with a puzzled faces, “Aren’t you going to let him out or something” said the girl with a pixy cut. “Sadly I don’t think I can. You see, I think our friend acquired someone raw dough which is brewing up something interesting in his intestines.” All of the sudden the purple heating lamps inside the machine turned on and a mist began to pour from the ceiling.
The guy grabbed his stomach again and a constant small stream of gas could be heard coming out of his rectum. Then something odd happened. While he was already a hefty guy Dillon could swear he saw him develop a slightly larger pudge in his stomach. “Oh my god, is he actually getting fatter” said the tall blond. “Jesus he is” said Xander. The guy grabbed his stomach and worriedly looked at the tour guide and said “What’s happening to me”. The tour guide then looked at him and said “Well if it isn’t obvious the yeast in your gut is turning that carbohydrate rich mist into a healthy carb replacement right inside of you. Isn’t science a miracle”. Everyone continued to stare at the bloating man and just in time too. Now he really started packing on the pounds. His butt started to balloon into his plus size pants as he began to whimper.
It was becoming hard for him to walk so he began to awkward waddle in a circle as in a vain attempt to see the source of his increased pants pressure. With both his butt and gut starting to bloat up into the size of beach balls his body started to lose definition. Simultaneously he was developing cankles and bingo wings and some massive love handles. What had started out as simultaneous expeditions had turned into a full on crusade the carb loaded mist was having on his body. In unison his flabby extrusions ranging from ass to man boobs were all developing him into a human dough ball. Slowly his legs lost all definition and began merging into his bloated backside and stomach.
“Jesus fuck”, said the meat head “I never thought a human could get so fat so fast.” “It’s the yeast that’s doing all the hard work” said the tour guide “It is both converting the carbs and sugars along with allowing our friend’s body to stretch out like silly putty.” “Yeah but I hope it stops soon. It looks like he can’t take much more” said the blonde girl. And right she was, his face, which had lost all definition and was buried in fat, was wincing as the gas coming from he ass was starting to pick up to a steady fart. Suddenly, his pants and shirt blasted off of him leaving nothing but a pressurized ball of dough in overstretched tighty whities.
With that over with, in one great surge he ballooned out to an almost spherical shape and a loud wet and cheeking slapping flatulation could be heard from his puckered anus, as the mist stopped and lights turned off the machine sounded a comforting “Incubation complete” from it’s speaker. The doors gently slid open and the group took a step back.
Dillon had thought the gas would make the room smell awful but in reality there was no odor. However, the doughball that was once a man was still letting out a steady stream of gas. “Why is he still farting, can’t you make him stop” said the blonde haired girl. “Unfortunately I don’t think that will stop any time soon” said the tour guide. “Hwelp Mwe” said the fat guy through puckered lips. “Wellll….” said the tour guide as he sauntered up to the boated ball of fat “I doubt there is really much we can do. You see normally the body would just excreet this stuff out but that yeast really seems to have done a number on your GI tract. I doubt anything solid will ever be exiting out your rear end again.” chuckled the machismo man. “I don’t think we’ve ever seen this bad of a reaction before. I doubt they could get anything out of you much less get you back to any size close to where you were” he said and he pushed a fingered deep into the tightly packed fat of the man. As he did so, the gas stream gave a hard splurt in response to the infringing pressure.
He chuckled a little bit “Yeah that’s just carbon dioxide coming out of there, that’s the by product of the yeast’s handiwork.” He turned away from the man and walked toward the group “Unfortunately we are going to have to leave our guest behind as we journey forward. But don’t worry about him, he is going to get the best treatments science can offer.” “Can you really not change him back to normal?” said Xander. He whispered to the group “Yeah, usually someone of that size never returns to anything close to a normal weight”. “Ahh the help has arrived!” said the tour guide, as four masked workers with what looked like a portable engine block crane and tarp walked to the incubator.
The bloated man unsuccessfully tried to waddle away from the workers as they surrounded him. They slid the tarp under the space between his fupa and the ground and brought the ends of the tarp over his worried eyes up to the hook above his head. He tried to scurry away when suddenly the engine of the crane turned on. Slowly the tarp was pulled tight and his feet went airborne just off of the ground. It looked like a bowling bowling was hanging wrapped in a towel. When the engine stopped his moans turned into crying “Pwease dont weave me wike this” be blubbered. “Ahh, fret not” said the tour guide “I mean after all you were probably going to end up like this anyways. So long and good luck with your new journey”
The group stood there and watched as the mammoth of a man hanging from the crane was hysterically crying and trolleyed off through a door leading to another hall in the factory. “Jesus that was fucked up” said Xander. “Yeah, what the hell dude, that guy had rights as like a person” said the tall blonde. “Well technically the waiver you signed said no product would be removed from the factory and he looks more product that person to me.” said the tour guide. Everyone looked tense when the tour guide sid in a chipper voice “Lets move onward.” As the crowd left the room, Dillon started to wonder what he had gotten himself into.