Nick’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest with excitement when he saw the small brown parcel leaning against the door to his apartment. Hands quivering in anticipation, he grabbed the box and let himself in. Nick tossed his jacket and backpack onto a chair in the living room and rushed into the kitchen. He pulled a steak knife from the silverware drawer and slipped it between the package’s flaps to cut the clear plastic tape. After ripping open the box and tossing out the packaging inside, he saw a light purple bottle with a white label on it covered in writing from a language he did not recognize.
The guys on Expandr said this was the best stuff. The real deal.
Nick had signed up for Expandr several months ago. A stick of a man with little to no muscle or fat whatsoever, he dreamed of one day having a huge gut to call his own. Gaining weight had never been much of an option for him; his metabolism was absurdly fast. He was, though, drawn to the idea of inflation, of pumping himself up with air or water to bloat his belly. Unfortunately, he never had much success. His tiny stomach couldn’t handle enough liquid to make his stomach convex in any noteworthy way. And that night he spent playing with a bicycle pump only left him farting all evening with no belly to show for his efforts.
Most of his time on Expandr was spent ogling all of the massive bellies many of the other members had regardless of if they were gainers of bloaters. Nick reached out to some of the bloaters on there for advice on how they managed to swell up so big. Several of them ranted and raved about a supplement that, if taken in a particular manner, could blow up the belly of even the thinnest man.
And that supplement was now in Nick’s eager hands. According to the website he purchased it from, the pills are a unique blend of herbs not typically found in the Western hemisphere. Their purpose was to treat those suffering from cluster migraines. Other than that, he knew nothing about the nature of this medicine. Nick cracked opened the bottle and tore off its safety seal. Inside were dozens and dozens of gel-capsules roughly the same shade of purple as the color of the bottle.
Nick quickly pulled out his phone and looked up the instructions one of the bloaters sent him. Take ten pills at once with a glass of milk with a decent amount of salt sprinkled in it. Nick didn’t really understand Chemistry, but someone on Expandr mentioned something about the sodium and calcium triggering the desired reaction. Nick grabbed a glass from a cupboard, filled it with milk, and tossed a few pinches of salt. He placed two of the pills in his mouth and swallowed them down with the drink. He repeated that with three more pills, then three more, and then the final two pills, chugging down the rest of the salted milk.
Nick gripped the edge of his kitchen countertop while waiting for something, or anything, to happen. He focused intensely on his body hoping to feel something that might indicate that the reaction was happening.
Ten minutes passed with no results. Five more minutes passed the same way. After waiting for a total of twenty minutes, Nick was beginning to believe that this was all nonsenses; he had bought snake oil and his fantasizes would remain just that. He grabbed the pill bottle and angrily threw it into the kitchen garbage can before stomping off towards the living room.
But after a few steps, Nick doubled over in pain. A sharp stabbing sensation was felt in his stomach. As he clutched his abdomen, Nick’s vision became blurry and he started feeling light-headed. Using the walls of his apartment hallways for support, Nick made his way to the bathroom, falling to his knees before the toilet and bracing himself against its cool porcelain.
Feelings of regret and shame flooded Nick as he tried coping with the pain. Were those pills only herbs? Or had he been lied to? Had he accidentally overdose on something more lethal? Was this how he was going to die? How could he let something as silly as a sexual fetish get himself killed? Should he try and call an ambulance, or maybe a friend? Would he survive long enough to make a phone call?
These questions and more consumed Nick. As time passes, however, the stomach pain receded, his vision returned to normal, and the lightheadedness faded. He got back on his feet, wiping sweat from his forehead. He stumbled over to the bathroom sink and, using a glass he kept right beside it, filled it with cold water, and took a swig.
As he drank it, the water tasted incredibly delicious. It had a kind of indescribable sweetness. Had water always tasted this good? Had his possible brush with death made him realize the subtle pleasures in even something as mundane as a refreshing glass of water?
Nick swifty drank all of it. He filled the glass once more and began drinking again. Once more, the water had an amazing flavor despite being only tap water. Then came a third glass, then a fourth glass, then a fifth. He didn’t even bother with this glass anymore, electing instead to turn on the faucet and let the flowing water pour into his awaiting mouth.
As more and more of the wonderful water was swallowed up, Nick was experiencing pure euphoria, an unimaginable state of bliss that swept any concern or worry he had about the world in favor on a singular purpose: Drinking more. The sheer pleasure Nick was feeling made him oblivious to everything, even to the need to breathe until his body forced him to pull back from the streaming water and take a breathe.
Panting, Nick turned the faucet off and tried to collect himself. How long had he been lost in his own little world? Why did that water suddenly taste so amazing? How much water did he drink?
It must have been a considerable amount. When Nick glanced down, his belly was noticeably distended, as if he swallowed a basketball. His water-filled gut was forcing his shirt to ride up almost to his belly button. He was in total shock. Nick tried bloating himself up with water before but could only handle a liter and a half before needing to throw up. But now, no doubt with help from the pills, he was staring down at a bulging belly of his own.
Yanking off his shirt, Nick freed the pale and round globe that was now his stomach. Rubbing it, jiggling it, Nick enjoyed finally being able to play with a round gut. He reached underneath with both hands, raised up the mass, and let it drop. This caused his stomach to wobble and shake as he watched in the bathroom mirror hanging above the sink. Nick thumbed his belly button, pinching part of his new flesh and shaking it, making ripples throughout his gut.
Amazement turned to arousal as all of the belly play made Nick’s cock harden in his pants. Ideas began swirling in his head about how he was going to masturbate now that he had a temporary belly. Maybe he’d dry hump a pillow, allowing him to use both of his hands for more belly play, each thrust causing his gut to wobble. Perhaps he’d try on some small clothes, seeing if he could pop any buttons. And, of course, Nick would want to take photos to show off on Expandr.
As Nick turned away from the bathroom sink, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of the mirror: The bathtub, in particular, its faucet. Nick froze as he brain began processing all the dirty and erotic thoughts the sight that faucet brought up. He wanted to pull away, to just go and play with his gut as it was. Anything more might make him sick, make him vomit out all the water in his belly. It was practically a miracle he was able to get to the size he was now; he really didn’t want to ruin it.
Yet all those countering thoughts meant nothing to Nick as he found himself mindlessly walking over to the bathtub, his belly bouncing in rhythm with each step. As he lowered himself into the tub, the cold porcelain sent shivers up his spine. Nick positioned his face directly under the tap. He reached up, turned one of the handles, and the large flow of water began gushing into Nick’s greedy mouth.
Once again, Nick found himself in a state of heavenly bliss. The water still somehow tasted amazing. Yet the sheer volume of it erupting from the bathtub faucet made the experience even more pleasurable. Nick sucked down as much as he could before pulling away briefly to catch his breath, only to repeat the cycle over and over again.
Lost in his own world, Nick wasn’t aware of how bloated he was becoming. His already rounded gut expanded more and more with each mouthful of water. The sheer weight of all the liquid causes his belly to widen out slightly due to gravity, and as Nick swelled his sides began pressing up the sides of the tub. His inflating belly soon became too much to handle for his belt; the buckle burst apart from the size of the growing mass. The metal made a loud clunk as it bounced against the tub. Then, the button on Nick’s jeans gave way under the pressure, ripping open as the button went flying across the bathroom. With each successive gulp of water, Nick’s belly strained the zipper of his jeans, forcing it open as he kept swelling.
Suddenly, that sweet tasting water stopped tasting so sweet. In just a matter of seconds, it went from ambrosia to just plain water, and Nick reached back up against to shut the flow of water off.
He brushed the excess water off of his face, and he when did Nick saw what he had done to himself. His gut, already sizable for a man as thin as him, had swollen to monstrous proportions. The pale mass pressed for against the sides of the tub, practically wedging Nick in there. His belly stuck way past the lip of the tub easily by a foot, and he could feel the weight of his massive belly resting on the his lap. The flat board of a stomach was now colossal, gigantic. It had reminded him of the times when, as a teenager, he would sometimes take a garbage bag with him into the bathroom, fill it with water, tie it off, and lay in the tub with the heavy bag on top of him, pretending that it was a part of his body. Nick did that whenever he had an evening with nobody else at home. He lay in the tub for hours, rubbing and jiggling his “belly” wishing that one day he could get that big.
After the initial shock wore off, Nick cautiously laid a hand on his bloated belly. He could tell the skin around his stomach was taunt; the prick of a needle might make him burst. Nick shoved his gut and heard the loud sloshing of all the water it contained. Another quick jab and he heard even more sloshing. How many dozens of gallons of water were now in his belly? Whatever the amount, it didn’t bother Nick. He just wanted to get out of the tub and spend the evening stroking his cock and rubbing his huge, inflated belly.
However, no matter what Nick did, he couldn’t get himself up out of the tub. The immense weight of all the water in him held him down, and the sides of his gut were pressed tightly against the walls of the tub. Even if he was strong enough to lift himself up, he’d still have to deal with the fact that he was now too wide for his bathtub.
As Nick thought about ways to get free, he rubbed his swollen gut to sooth the painfully tight skin. It was a wonder his belly wasn’t completely covered in stretch marks.Yet the longer he rubbed his massive belly, the more and more aroused his became. He felt his dick become erect, slipping through the fly of his boxer shorts and rubbing against his skin of his belly that was covering most of his thighs.
If Nick couldn’t get out of the tub yet, he could at least have some fun while he was there.
Nick knew there would be no way of reaching his dick because of the sheer size of his gut, so he began thrusting his hips, driving the head of his engorged cock into his inflated gut and making his entire belly wobble uncontrollably. This made Nick groan out loud in pleasure as he continued massaging his new belly. Another thrust, another wobble, more groaning. Thrust, wobble, groan. Repeat. Nick put more effort into his thrusts, forcing his hips to gyrate more in hopes of bringing himself to climax. Yet no amount of thrusting was bringing him past the edge of climaxing.
After roughly a half hour of effort, Nick was exhausted and stopped trying to make himself cum. He was still incredibly horny, but he simply did not have the strength to keep humping away at his own belly with all the weight of that water on top of him. Instead, Nick thought that he should really try and figure out a way out of the tub.
As he laid there, Nick devised ways of getting his bloated self out of the situation. But each time he stated planning steps, he thoughts always went back to his sexy, massive belly. And this made him start to rub his dick against his gut, his hips buckling against the mass until Nick exhausted himself once more, still unable to bring himself to the point of orgasm. Getting freed was certainly an issue, but until he was able to get himself off, Nick didn’t see a way of clearing his mind enough to focus.
Clearly, Nick’s ballooned gut was big enough to excite some pleasure from his erect cock. Yet there simply wasn’t enough stimulation to get himself over the edge. He tried thrusting in odd angles, he tried pinching his nipples and deeply massaging his belly, anything to trigger an orgasm. All of this was definitely pleasurable to Nick, but again nothing was pushing all of his buttons.
Suddenly, an idea came to Nick. If he was bigger, a bit bigger, then his belly would be not only larger but heavier. That’d press down harder on his crotch and hopefully that would be the ticket to cumming. Unfortunately, this didn’t seem like a viable option. He ran his hands over the tight skin of his gut. Another drop inside him much make Nick explode. It was a miracle that he didn’t pop already, and the reason he got so big without much trouble had to have been as a result of those pills. But the effects had worn off when the water flowing into Nick’s mouth stopped tasting so wonder. Any further liquid might push him over the limit.
More and more, Nick pondered about ways of getting off. More and more, Nick’s thoughts went to blowing himself up even bigger. Fears of exploding were overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of himself growing even more massive. He whimpered in excitement over the idea of becoming a larger boy. Even if it meant popping, even if it meant he’d blow himself up too big. Fears turned eroticism, avoidance turned to justification.
“I need to figure out how to get out of this tub,” Nick thought. “I can’t do that with jacking off first because that’s all I’ve been able to think about. And I haven’t been able to get myself off so far. But I know that if I can get bigger, heavier, I’ll be at a size where I can finally make myself cum, even if I’m risking blowing up too big. So what choice is there? Being stuck or blowing up?”
Nick shuffled back to the edge of the bathtub, his belly wobbled and jostled. Once again, he positioned his face right under the faucet, and with a hand trembling in equal parts anxiety and lust, he turned the handle.
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