NICK, MIX THIS IN WITH SOME POP. IT’S A NEW FORM OF CAFFEINE THAT WILL KEEP YOU AWAKE AND ENERGIZED FOR HOURS! THE RESULTS FOR THE SCIENCE FAIR ARE BEING PRESENTED TONIGHT TO THE TEACHER. ONLY THE GOOD ONES WILL GO NATIONAL. I’LL BE AT YOUR HOUSE AT 8 TO PICK YOU UP.
-ANNE
P.S. I DON’T KNOW WHAT SIDE EFFECTS THERE MIGHT BE. YOU’RE A YOUNG GUY, YOU’LL BOUNCE BACK.
Nick shrugged and started the walk home. At least he didn’t have to do any of the work himself. He had figured that he was just going to fail the project. Anne was a miracle solution.
Minutes later, he was turning the key to his house door. It creaked open and he made his way to the fridge. Nick pulled out a soda and sat at the table. He shook the vial and poured it into the soda. It had been a tiring day at school, and he was going to be up all night with this stupid science fair thing. What could better than extra caffeine?
“Bottoms up.” Nick said and drank the whole cola in one gulp. He leaned back in the chair and burped. Too much fizz. Not enough soda. He closed his eyes for a minute, actually feeling MORE tired than before. Then, in the next instant he felt super charged. It was as if electricity were coursing through his body. He shot up out of the chair and ran around the table. He started jumping up and down and up and down. When he landed the third time, the thud was a little louder than usual. He could feel bubbling in his stomach, and he put his hands on it.
Was it his imagination… or was his stomach bulging out a little?
The bubbling in his stomach increased and he burped again. What was going on? He sat back down, hoping he would feel better. His hands were still holding his stomach when he sat down, which is why he noticed something weird.
At first, Nick thought that he had been holding a pillow to his stomach. There was something soft there, but… no, it couldn’t be. Nick grabbed at his bulging belly and was shocked to find that it was round and soft. His stomach kept bubbling for a few more seconds and then it stopped.
He exhaled. Whew. It was over.
After a moment, Nick heard a slow creak come from the chair. He looked down and saw that his hips had become so filled out that he took up the whole chair. His belly started BALLOONING. A sweat broke out across his forehead. Was this the side effect that Anne had been talking about? Him getting… HUGE?
He tried to sit up and get out of the chair, but it was too late. He was sandwiched in place from his fat thighs and his belly was still growing at an alarming rate. Now it rested on top of his lap and was starting to push the elastic limit of his grey sweatpants.
Nick ran his fingers over it. It was strange, but it felt… good. Nick's enormous stomach was rounding and filling out. He leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and moaning. Why did having a huge gut make him feel so good? His fingers ran over its smooth surface, enjoying the feel of the tight fabric stretched across his massive gut. His fingers found their way to the ever-tightening elastic waistband of his sweatpants. Allowing his fingers to work their magic, he moved under the band and, with some effort, pulled his big belly out. It flopped onto his flabby thighs and jiggled for a few moments. God it felt good to have it out of those pants. The band had separated his bulging stomach into two halves, the crease occurring at his belly button. Nick ran his fingers over the fault line and jiggled the lower half. Was it his imagination... or was he getting bigger still?
He heard a nasty creaking sound and closed his eyes. The next moment, the chair snapped beneath his immense weight, and he flumped to the floor with a loud boom.
“Great,” Nick muttered. He had landed on his flabby back, so the fall hadn’t hurt. However, his enlarging gut made it hard for him to roll back over. Grunting with the effort, he rocked back and forth. He stopped trying to get up and instead enjoyed the feeling of being immobile.
Suddenly, he WANTED to get bigger. He WANTED to no longer be able to move at all. As if catering to his demands, his belly swelled up some more. His now fat fingers grabbed at the increasing belly fat, enjoying each second it made.
As he looked over, he couldn’t see his feet anymore. The giant mound of flab that was his belly towered over him. He grinned and playfully sent it jiggling again.
Tags: weight gain, male expansion, clothes ripping, destruction, science
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Story by iron-ninja327 |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-LRC |
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