Ethan thrusted into the quivering mountain of fat that Harry now was, both grunting and groaning. Ethan had already discovered this interest in men growing, the one he felt he'd had his whole life, was fictional. Still, that didn't make fattening Harry up feel any less good to him. With one last buck of his hips, he emptied his huge load into his now massive neighbor and fell back panting. It felt like a good 30 seconds passed while he emptied into him.
He motioned Harry off of him and slid out from underneath the behemoth. As he did, his huge dick shrank back down to it's normal size. As he climbed off the bed, he heard Harry groan. Harry suddenly felt strange. As he got into position on the bed, the strength given to him by the chronivac flowed out of him. He got instantly weak, and fell back into the mattress with a gasp, finding it hard to move even an inch.
His breathing was labored, his heart was pumping harder, he was warm and sweaty. "Ethan, I don't feel great." He moaned out from behind his fattened cheeks. Ethan shrugged. "What'd you expect? You're 1250 pounds Harry. That's not an athletic physique." He said matter-of-factly as he cleaned himself off with the towel near the bed, and got into his boxer briefs. He turned and sloshed Harry's massive gut. "You're immobile. Your body thinks you fattened it up with years of over-eating and laziness, and it's gonna feel like it."
Harry felt a dirty thrill at the thought. Ethan continued "That's saying something, too, considering you're only 22. You either packed this weight on really fast, or you've always been pretty obese. Not sure how the chronivac handles the back story to these changes. Either way, you wanted to live the life of a fatass with a feeder living next door, and that's just what we're gonna do."