Chapter #1Welcome to Testosterton! by: Sho   It was a nice June evening when Sam was driving down the highway in his rig. He was carrying produce for a grocery store and had to make it to the store the next morning. He wasn't too far away so he stopped off to get some dinner. 2 Double cheeseburgers, a supersized Coke, and supersized fries. The usual. Sam finished off the last of his second burger, gulped down the coke, and belched. The highway seemed awfully deserted, save a few other trucks and SUV's. He flipped on the radio and began to hum along to the song. He never really wanted this job, but when you're fresh out of college and need some extra cash you might as well drive around the country. Plus it gave him some time to beef up a bit like he had always wanted. The song finished and Sam snapped back to reality. He saw a sign on the side of the road that read, "All Trucks Stop at Scales: 4-6 pm."
"Ugh...Well it's 5 so I might as well."
He pulled off the main road and into the scales, other trucks just drove by. Sam shrugged and slowed to a stop. He waited for a while, but when he saw there was no attendent and that there was a sign in the window of the office saying that the scales were being repaired he grumbled and began to drive back out onto the main road. As he did a bright flash of light filled the cab of the rig.
"What the hell is that?!"
He closed his eyes and ducked down as the light flashed brighter and brighter. In seconds it was over and Sam slowly rose back up. He peered out the windshield and was shocked. The rig was parked outside a large building that had "Town Hall" across a large piece of marble out front.
"Umm...yeah..."
He got out of the rig and walked around. Off past the building was a city full of huge skyscrapers with windows that gleamed in the bright sunlight. Sam wandered into the building his rig was parked infront of, still shocked. He walked up to the receptionists desk where a very chubby man of about 25 sat typing. The man looked up and smiled at Sam.
"Hi. Name?"
He had an awfully obvious "gay lisp" and Sam had to smile. He was gay, but didn't have one so he found other guy's voices humorous.
"Uh...Sam Trumen."
"Oh yes! Go right through this right corridor and make a left. The Mayor's office is right there."
"Thanks," said Sam as he slowly walked down the corridor, still staring at the recptionist. "Man this is weird."
He followed the chubby guy's instructions and found the office. Before him was a large wooden door with a gold nameplate.
"Mayor Tomas Conner"
Sam knocked on the door and heard someone inside say something, he couldn't make out what was said but he slowly opened the door to peer inside.
He slowly entered and closed the door behind him. He turned around and, was again, in shock. Before him was a massive man of about 28 or 30. He had dirty blond hair, a very cute, boyish face, and quite possible the biggest body Sam had ever seen. The guy had to weigh over 500 pounds! Not only that he was clad only in a huge pair of briefs.
"Uhh...I'm Sam..."
"Sam Trumen. Yeah. Nice to see ya buddy. Take a seat."
Sam sat down in a plush, red velvet chair that dwarfed him. He looked like a little kid in it.
"Welcome to Testosterton Sam! We know about er...your preferences and we thought you'd be happy here. All the fat gay men you could ever want."
"Umm..."
"Yes it is a little shocking," the Mayor chuckled, "but it is a very nice place. Now we have all of your possessions in your new home all set up and ready for you."
"New home?"
"Yes. You'll be living here."
"Whoa now. What do you mean? I barely know where I am."
"Hmm...Yes. This is very sudden...Uhh...Well how about I tell you about our fine city?"
"Well, alright," said Tom easing into the massive chair.
"Alright! We, that is myself and some friends, decided that we all needed a place to ourselves. We also wanted to share that place with others like us so we set this little place up here. We brought in many fat, gay men and things were nice. However, soon many other guys started coming in on their own and we had to develop an all new city. We even have celebrities. Uhh...The Mixon Brothers, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Ralphie May, and Ethan Suplee to name a few."
"Wait. Big Pun? Isn't he dead?"
"No just hiding out here."
"Oh..."
"We also began allowing muscle men and skinny guys in because some of our larger men enjoy that body type as well. Seems superficial yes, but after being shunned out of regular society why not make paradise? It's definitly hard, but hard work never really killed anyone intentionally now did it?"
"I guess not."
"Now. We know you want to be big. Very big. But we need to take baby steps. Follow me," said the Mayor heaving himself up from the massive leather office chair he was in.
Sam smiled as he watched the massive guy get up and followed the giant, jiggling backside of the mayor like he was told to.
"You have a choice on how you'd like to be fattened. A choice on how to get started."
They stopped at a door that had a simple lable of "Lab" on it. You can...
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