His breakfast finished, Alex managed to hoist himself up from the kitchen table and waddle over to the sink where he deposited his dishes before waddling off into his bathroom and up onto his bathroom scale. 231 pounds the scale read as Alex held rubbed his big belly almost subconsciously, feeling its contents squirm inside. And to think 9 weeks ago I weighed 180 he thought, his memory taking him back to the day it all began....

The Beginning

A starving college student living alone in his small, rundown apartment Alex knew he needed some way to make some money over his summer break in order to afford school in the fall. No one in his town was hiring, and even a search of jobs in a 75 mile radius of his home had yielded nothing. All other options exhausted, Alex accepted his last resort: medical testing with a research group focused on fertility drugs in town. He called to make a consulting appointment, and found himself in the reception room of a small medical office hidden deep within the bowels of a large medical office complex awaiting his turn the next day. A nurse finally came out and called his name and took him back to an examination room where she quickely began a thorough physical examination of Alex. Height, weight, xrays, blood tests, urine tests and listening to Alex's hearrt with a stethoscope were all administered brusquly by the rather impersonal and blunt nurse who then took out a tailor's measuring tape and proceeded to measure all aspects of Alex's body. She then used a large calipers to measure the width of Alex's hips and pelvis and performed a rather violating prostate exam before telling Alex he could get dressed and await his actual consultation in the reception room. Not more than an hour later the same nurse entered the waiting room again, called Alex's name and escorted him to a room where the consultant sat behind a desk. She was a rather nondescript person, who Alex quickly forgot most of the identifying features of shortly after his consultation.

"Please sit" they consultant urged as Alex sat down in one of the chairs infront of her desk. "Well I'm afraid you're in very good health, but there's really no major medical testing we find you appropriate for" she explained. Alex's heart sank. "Other than some side effect testing for a drug we're just about ready to release which comes with a $50 per month stipend, we really have nothing else to offer. 

Alex heard the nurse who had escorted him in close and lock the door to the consultation room.

"But if you're willing to consent to some slightly more invasive medical testing which we find you ideally suited for" she then continued, looking at Alex curiously, "we'd be willing to compensate you for your time quite well."

"Just how well?" Alex asked. It was the first thing he had said since he met the consultant thusfar.

"Assuming you complete all that is required of you, we'd be willing to pay you $750,000 for approximately 10 weeks of your time."

Alex's jaw nearly fell through the floor. He was speechless. All he could muster was a look of sheer confusion and surprise

"We would expect you to commit to this project today, otherwise we will be forced to retract our offer" the commented, then adding hesitantly "...and we can't really tell you what it is unless you agree."

Alex knew he only had one option. He needed that money. He had no family to support him, no credit or collateral to take a loan out against. It seemed both too good to be true and a scam all at the same time yet if nothing else his curiosity and his curiosity that stemmed from doing medical reserach for a fertility clinic made his answer instantaneous.

"I'll do it" he said, bluntly.

"Excellent" the consultant said taking out a massive stack of forms from her desk. The next two hours were spent burning through page after page of legal documentation and contracts. Alex honestly didn't read any of it, he was too caught up in the excitment of the prospect of making $750,000. The contract did include a $100,000 advance upon signing to cover expenses Alex did note, and that all "procedures" would take place at a small facility on the outskirts of town. When he and the consultant had finally gotten through all the paperwork she gave him a check for $100,000 and the address of the facility he was to report to at 8am sharp the following morning. She told him he was free to leave, and Alex got up and left promptly, too excited about the 100 grand in his pocket to think about anything else.

"He's the perfect specimine" the consultant said to the nurse once Alex had left. "He's just what we need for the cause"...