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Jess waddled down the stairs, panting heavily as she made her way to Clara's fridge. It'd been about two years since Clara moved in, and about as long as Jess had been stealing food from Clara's fridge. Now Clara was a fit freak, but she always kept a few snacks for her cheat days in her own fridge since she hated food thieves. Jess, had never had much self control. She was a little chubby when Clara moved in but now? Bordering morbidly obese. Though that was very much Clara's fault. She was petty, so she started loading her fridge with calorie dense snacks designed to help put weight on athletes that are bulking, cookies laced with growth hormone and anything else she could get her hands on. Jess, couldn't help herself, but was too prideful (and hungry) to ask Clara to stop stockpiling her fridge. Instead resorting to snide remarks whenever she saw Clara stockpile her fridge further. Needles to say, this only fueled Clara's rage. Which leads us to today. Jess wobbling in a

Dave explored his new room, it was small, but cozy. Had a bed, a TV, mini fridge and micro wave. He had applied for a medical trial that required a 40 day stay, and considering he was fresh out of university and this was paying 20k (Tax free!) how could he say no? All he had to do was chill out in this room, give some blood, take a pill every few days and talk to some doctors. Easy money! It was an anti depressant and had all the usual side effects, the only ones Dave was really worried about were the hormone shift and weight gain but the doctors assured him that it should be minimal with the doses he was taking. "Hi, Dave?" The nurse asked as she brought in a tray with needles. "Hi! Yes that's me, is it time for my check up?" Dave laughed as he sat on the bed. The nurse chuckled. "Yes yes, I assume you've been briefed on everything by the doctor already?" The nurse asked as she took Dave's blood, Dave nodded as he winced. "Alright well you'll be getting your first dose in an

"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do..." The Doctor explained as I sat slack jawed in his office. "I-I don't understand, I thought this would just be like... erectile dysfunction or something. Not being diagnosed as fucking gay!" I exclaimed, outraged at this humiliating assessment. The doctor sighed and grabbed a pamphlet from his desk drawer. "IFS And you, causes, symptoms and treatments!" "What's this?" I asked as I grabbed it. "Look I know you're not going to take this well but there's nothing we can do, the pamphlet has local specialists in mitigation but... as far as I can tell you've already progressed too far for any treatment." The doctor explained. I pouted as I left, my ass struggling in my sweatpants. I wanted to ignore this until it went away, I was dieting, excursing more until I lost weight. Well, I DID lose weight... it was just muscle mass. I kept getting weaker, more impotent with my girlfriend. Eventually my jeans stopped fitting which is what triggered this