Virus

Note: This is a story-prompt for Kush Destroyer.

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Tristan couldn’t take his eyes off of the news. It looked like the whole town was going into quarantine. This new virus seemed really serious. And what unfortunate timing. The city was still recovering from the last epidemic.

Well at least he got a break from college. Tristan supposed that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He needed an education after all; these days it was hard to get a decent job without it. Then again, he supposed he could always become a content creator or something. His RatMan fanfics had gotten some pretty decent reception online…

The door burst open. Tristan turned his head so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. Stumbling through the door was his roommate, Rob. “Dude, it’s madness out there!” said Rob, kicking off his sneakers. He coughed into his hand then wiped it on his T-shirt, leaving a green-tinged smear.

“I know,” said Tristan, pointing towards the TV. The news was covering the situation nonstop. “They’re saying they don’t even know what this new virus is capable of. They’re calling it Bovid-19, I think.”

“For real, all my classes are canceled.”

“They’re shutting down the whole campus, dumbass.”

Rob walked over and plopped down on the opposite side of the couch. “Aahhh-cheww!” he sneezed in Tristan’s direction, before sniffing and wiping his nose. “Eugh, sorry man.”

Tristan sat there with his eyes shut and face contorted, the speckles of saliva still covering him. He wiped his hand down his visage and gave Rob an incredulous look. Then he sighed, shook his head, and directed his attention back towards the television.

Rob sneezed again.

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Almost immediately following that, Tristan started putting on weight. Some might rationalize that it was due to the fact that he was now stuck inside, and deprived of his usual active lifestyle in addition to his daily gym visits. But it was just too fast and too intense, and Tristan was eating nonstop, positively stuffing himself. And the same was happening with Rob. The two were becoming complete slobs. There wasn’t a day that they didn’t put in massive food orders, draining their college funds for burgers and pizza. There was one occasion where the two got into a fight over a bean burrito, and Tristan had damn near killed the other guy!

In less than a week, the two of them had grown blatantly chubby. But not normal-chubby, they were putting on weight in all the wrong places. Rob’s thighs were now squishing together, his hips getting plump and fat. And his backside — what the hell was going on with Rob’s ass? It was just ballooning.

Tristan hated to admit it, but he was experiencing similar changes. His growth was most blatant at his gut and his…his chest, for some reason. It was getting softer, and…fuller, sort of like a girls’. But not really, because he wasn’t a girl. It was just a little weight gain. He probably needed to ease up on the fried chicken wings.

The updates on the virus were concerning. Tristan sat there watching, uncomfortably conscious of the way his rounded belly was now stretching out his T-shirt.

“Every course of the virus seems to run the same,” the reporter was saying. “It spreads to humans of any gender, and will infect them permanently. Over the course of a month, those infected will develop hyper-feminine, cow-like features. The sufferer will gain a significant amount of weight, in addition to experiencing things such as breast development and growth, but also buttocks growth, hips widening, in addition to other, more unusual, symptoms. Initial signs are often coughing and sneezing, shortly followed by a significant increase in appetite. Again, the effects of the virus usually take place over the course of a month. A very minuscule percentage of people are immune, though to everyone else, this virus is extremely contagious.”

Tristan gulped. No way, just…no way. He zoned out.

“Still watching the news?” said Rob as he walked out of his bedroom. “Man, you’re obsessed.” Rob’s usually-lose jersey and basketball shorts were presently skin-tight and stretching against him. His pudgy backside was bulging out at all edges of the material. His shirt was pulling taut over the increased width of his waist. “I don’t watch that stuff, it rots your brain.” Rob scratched at his enlarged backside, causing it to shiver a bit.

Tristan closed his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. When he looked back up at Rob, he said, as calmly as he could, “Rob, do you notice anything…odd, going on with us?”

“Yeah,” said Rob, as he walked languidly towards the fridge. “You’ve definitely been bulking up.”

“We’re getting fat!” Tristan yelled in panic.

Rob just gave him an odd look as he pulled a large container of rice pudding out of the fridge. “Yeah, happens every spring break. We’ll hit the gym after quarantine.”

“Rob, I think this is more serious than that –”

But Rob seemed all but interested as he started to guzzle down the rice pudding, not even bothering to use a spoon.

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