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I can’t believe what I’m doing to myself. 😵‍💫 I’m gonna be chugging heavy cream every day this month (and I doubt I’ll stop after that). I’m not gonna lie I cheated and started a couple days ago and I already feel so fat. Anyways, if anyone wants to watch me blow up this month you know where to find me 😉

James had a crush. A boy who liked another boy. Perfectly normal, the kind of thing that happened to everyone, right?

Of course, that guy he had fallen for had to be Zack. 

Zack, the big bulked up jock, with dark hair and masculine features, who always seemed in a good mood and made a challenge out of everything. Zack, the guy who only really interacted with James when he needed his math homework done. Sure, Zack seemed to like him for it, but Zack liked everyone.

Perfectly normal for his crush to be on the hot popular jock,  he guessed, but not exactly easy. At least, he wasn't the only one crushing on Zack, that was for sure.

"Hey J, what's up!"

James felt a big slap against his shoulder. Before he could turn his head, Zack had alreast bounced into the chair in front of him, the massive jock completely filling the chair. James had spend more time than he'd be willing to admit looking at Zack, and he still couldn't process just how big that guy was.

"Uh, not much. I've finished reading your math paper- had to correct a few things, but you're getting there."

"Awesome dude! You're a real one!"

Zack jumped back up, and pulled James into a big bro-hug. The massive jock's arms pressing against him. Warm and firm. So close, yet so far...

Zack let go of him, then dropped back into the chair.

"You going to the fair Saturday?" He asked.

"Maybe?" James said. That wasn't entirely wrong. James had been wanting to go and watch Zack have a go at all the dumb challenges there. James also worried that spending a whole day pining over a guy out of his league might have a negative effect on his well-being. "You going?"

"Of course! Someone's gotta win all the games," he boasted.

"You think you can win all of them?"

"Nah. I know I can."

"Even the hot dog eating contest?"

"Especially the hot dog eating contest."

"You'd lose, you know?" James teased.

"What? No way J," Zack said, looking extremely offended. He was so cute with that puppy dog look on his face. Especially in contrast with his massive body.

"Yeah Zack, you'd get crushed. You can't be the best at everything."

"Bro that's so untrue," Zack said, on such a serious tone Jay had to force himself not to laugh. "You know I eat so damn much each day. I'm the biggest eater on the team. I gotta fuel these bad boys!"

Zack flexed one of his massive arms. He looked so masculine yet at the time so adorable. James wanted to hug him, but unlike Zack, he didn't dare get so touchy.

"Yeah, but that's a real challenge we're talking about. The amount of food you'd need to win, I don't think your stomach could hold it all. 

"J, my stomach is huge, you know it!"

James sure did. He'd seen how much Zack could put down. He'd seen how bloated he was after meals. Seen him rub that big belly, looking so comfortably full.

"And it's not just belly capacity, it's speed to. I'm not sure you'd do well."

So of course, when saturday came, James found Zack lined up with the other contesters, at the hot dog eating stand. It was a hot sunny day, and Zack had put on a lose fitting tank top, that gave a good view of his beefy arms and a few glimpes at his big pecs.

There had to bee at least 30 contesters, probably closer to 40. Guys, girls, all ages, all shapes and sizes, with a few other jock types like him in the lot. Some just there to have a good time, others clearly out there to win. James could see Zack eyeing up the competition, and he could see them eyeing him up too.

After a quick speech from the announcer, the contest began. Zack was eating like a wild beast. Just shovelling hot dogs into his mouth, barely chewing them, sometimes taking two or three at a time.

Some of the other contestants were using techniques, swallowing their hot dogs efficiently. Clearly, they were out to win as well, and knew what they were doing. Zack was putting up a real fight though, even holding onto a small lead, but his lack of precision had a cost: Zack's belly was bloating much faster than the other contesters. He was swallowing plenty of air.

After 10 hot dogs, Zack's loose tank top was hanging over the round curve of his abs starting to bloat. And after 15, it was clear he had the biggest bloat. Which really said something, as there was a lot more room to fill in the huge jock's beefy body than in the other contestants.

James was both impressed by Zack's performance, a bit worried he might get hurt, and turned on. He knew the jock was very competitive, but this was somethow more intense than what he was expecting.

Over half the contestants had dropped out by now. Some gracefully, others... less so. Some guys were sitting back, nursing a painfully bloated belly, others trying to deflate their overloaded stomachs one way or another.

The contest had become a two man race now, between Zack and another guy called Ethan. Ethan was about the same age as Zack, the same height, and clearly an athlete too, though not the same kind. While Zack was huge and bulky, Ethan was sleek and lean. A runner, likely.

Despite being much more slender, Ethan's long torso gave plenty of room for his stomach to expand. Through his tight shirt, you could see his bloated belly, tracing the outline of his ribcage and making a regular curve. His shirt had lifted up, revealing a comletely flattened belly button.

Most importantly, Ethan was downing it all neatly. He had a technique, that clearly didn't have him swallowing much air at all.

The two jocks were tied at 30, now. Ethan being clean and efficient, Zack brute-forcing his way through.

30 became 35, which became 40. They were both going steady, as their bellies were getting freakishly bloated. A stomach that full had to hurt, even on a big guy like Zack. Ethan's bloat wasn't as big - less air in there, probably, and less muscle than Zack -, but was at least as terrifying, on his lithe frame. At this point he was basically a huge mass of hot dogs and water with a guy around it.

Every extra hotdog was a herculean effort, but they kept going. The crowd was cheering them both on, at this point. Mostly, they were in awe that anyone could eat that much and enjoying the show. James could tell a fair amount were rooting for Ethan, and he couldn't blame them for wanting to see the skinny guy out eat the big massive jock, but he was 200% on Zack's team.

He wanted him to win, but he was also thinking about the aftermath. How would Zack be feeling? What if he hurt himself, or made himself sick? James loved the idea of comforting Zack after overeating, rubbing his overloaded gut, but wasn't that a bit selfish of him? Was he really going to make Zack sick just for his own pleasure? Would Zack even want to be with him after the contest ?

The crowd let out a huge cheer as they both crossed 50 at the same point. Ethan's belly was completely bare by now, sweat pearling on the huge balloon, and Zack's gut was filling up his once loose tank top like it was a compression shirt. Less than half an hour ago, both these guys had flat stomachs, now they looked 12 months pregnant, of that was a thing.

James had seen Zack get very bloated many times, but he'd never seen him - or anyone get this big. Zack couldn't be doing this just for James, he thought. Sure, he'd coaxed him on a bit, but Zack was a competition obsessed jock with a big belly capacity. Maybe he'd even forgotten James had started this by now.

The crowd gasped, and fell silent, making James jolt. Ethan had frozen, his 54th hot dog still in his mouth. Very, very slowly, he moved a hand towards his enormous stomach. It was full. Not full in the normal sense, no, full in the "defying the laws of the human body" sense. Harder than concrete, packed and stretched so tight that he couldn't even swallow his own saliva, let alone a hot dog. No amount of competitive spirit could change that, it was physically impossible.

Ethan grabbed a piece of kitchen roll, to dispose of that last hot dog. Staying neat and clean right up until the end.

The announced walked up to Zack, who had continued eating, getting up to 57, and held up his hand. After staying silent, the crowd broke out in cheers, shouting his name. James liked to think he was the loudest.

Zack was beaming with pride. The joy of victory outweighing having more food than any belly was meant to hold inside him. The jock triumphantly flexed his huge arms, but didn't slap his belly as he usually did after a huge meal. He gave a short victory speech, and shook Ethan's hand. Ethan then sat backon a reclining chair near the stand, as his girlfriend pulled some lotion out of a bag and started rubbing his belly. This looked like something they were used to doing.

"So, did you think I'd win?"

James jumped. As the competition was winding down, Zack had walked up to him.

"Did you really think I couldn't do it?," he said. "Or were you just saying that to get me geared up?"

Zack was towering over James, not just in height but in bulk. He was standing about two feet from him, but his musclegut was so stuffed it was almost touching him.

Zack was trying to look scary and imposing. And James would have been frightened, if it weren't for that smile Zack was failing to hide.

"Because I know why I did it," he continued, swinging one of his massive arms around James shoulder and pulling him into a headlock. James could feel Zack's giant musclegut pushing against him. Like the tire of a truck, firm muscle pushed out by a gigantic stomach filled with food and air.

"I did it to make you proud," Zack said. "And I think it worked."

Neither of them initiated the kiss, it just happened. James wanted to say he couldn't believe it was happening, but right now, he did. It all made so much sense now, and he was very happy for it. He felt so at home, against his big jock's bulk.

"I did think you were going to win," James said, after breaking the kiss. "But you still impressed me. I'm really proud of you."

Zack opened his mouth to speak, but instead...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRP

It was loud, and long. James could feel the pressure inside Zack's stomach drop. When it was done, they both laughed.

"Duuude, that was crazy," Zack said, pulling James in a bit closer now that his stomach wasn't as cose to bursting. "I'm not sure I've ever burped like that ?"

"You know, I will say, while I never doubted that you were going to win, I was a bit worried at how much air you were swallowing!" James said. "You know you were only supposed to eat the hot dogs, right?"

They both laughed.

"It just happened ! I just knew I was supposed to eat really fast. I mean, it worked, right?"

"It sure did," said James. He shifted a little to the side, and placed a hand on Zack's huge stomach, slowly rubbing it. The tank top which had been so loose less than an hour ago was now so tight it looked painted over his gut.

"I really wanna take it off," Zack explained, "but it's so tight I-"

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP

The next belch was somehow louder than the first, and way onger. Sam could feel his monster stomach deflate, as more of the air he'd swallowed was pushed out.

"How about now?" James said.

Zack gave it a go, bending around a bit, but it was still too tight. The sweat from the contest, the bloat, and the general heat had made the shirt sticky. Eventually, the jock ripped it off, making James laugh and fall for him like it was the first time.

"You look so good," James let out, now Zack was shirtless. "You look perfect."

Zack was. His extremely muscular build was on full display, and jutting out from inder his pecs was a huge firm gut. It was a sight, but it didn't look out of place. As if Zack's huge muscles were there to help carry the weight of his huge stomach. The only thing hotter than that belly on that body was knowing how and why he'd gotten so bloated.

"Hey now," Zack said, with a smirk. "You're not the only one here who likes someone."

He pulled him in for a hug, which turned into a kiss, and then another hug.

"How's that gut feeling?" James asked.

"Okay, now" Zack said. "Gonna be real, it was feeling really tight towards the end. Not too heavy, like the other times I've really stuffed myself, it was just so tight. Like, my stomach was just so bloated, but I've burped a lot of the g..."

On cue, another huge burp came out of the big jock. It went on, and on. By the end, Zack's stomach was sticking out a full 5 inches less than when he'd ended the contest.

"Wanna hear something crazy?" Zack said. Blushing a bit, but clearly knowing James was going to like what happened next. "Now that I've gotten all that air out of my stomach... I'm kinda hungry again?"

*

And boy was Zack hungry. They spent the rest of the afternoon at the fair, jumping from food stand to food stand. James didn't consider himself a particularly small eater, but even without having eaten anything so far, Zack still out-ate him 3 to 1. Sometimes Zack would order huge portions for both of them, and then "have" to finish James'.

Zack still wanted to participate in as many games as possible, even weighed down by a giant bloated stomach. Usually it got in the way, though he still managed to win the high strike. He let out another heavy burp after winning, which just made him hungrier.

That happened many times. Each time Zack's belly was starting to reach it's limit, he'd burp some more, and feel hungry again. They repeated the cycle a few times over, untill...

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaames I'm so stuffed," Zack said, falling back onto his bed. They'd stayed until near the end of the fair, and despite being already at his limit Zack had grabbed a bag of snacks to eat as they went to his place.

"For real?" James teased. The huge muscular jock was lying back, with a gigantic belly sticking up high, high into the air. Sticking out at a right angle from under his meaty pecs, curving as a perfect ball, down to his crotch. At the fair, he had looked so strong and masculine, carrying that big musclegut with ease, but now, weighed down by the massive volume of food inside him, he just looked so cute.

"For real. I think I need a belly rub," Zack said, with the biggest puppy dog look on his face. He was so perfect.

“I dunno why, my belly keeps getting bigger and bigger! Like whenever I eat, it blows up like a balloon!” Tim said. “And it gets bigger! Each time!”

“It’s because you eat too much”, I said.

“Like, this morning, I only had a normal sized breakfast,” Tim continued, “and after my belly looked like a basketball! Not making this up.”

“You’re eating too much,” I repeated.

“No, I’m not eating too much,” he replied, “I can’t eat too much. I exercise all the time and I still have my abs.”

Tim was a bit dumb. A nice guy, and a good friend, but yeah, he was the typical dumb jock. He didn’t get that, even if he was burning all the calories, the huge volumes of food he was eating didn’t magically vanish as soon as he swallowed it, or that the constant overeating was progressively stretching his stomach. What a “normal sized breakfast” was, at this point, I didn’t know, but I’d be willing to bet large amounts of money that it was a lot more than the average human would eat.

“So, we eating?” Tim said, perking up.

 I nodded, and smiled. Tim was a good friend, as I said, but he was dumb, and I knew just what I was going to do with that.

At the eatery, I decided to order a large pizza, as opposed to my usual medium. Tim didn’t comment, but I could see him eyeing my food, and ordering both a large pizza and a large tacos. As expected. In all domains, Tim’s competitive instincts always pushed him to go further, and eating was no exception.

I didn’t even have to pace myself, Tim was wolfing down his food at breakneck speed, as always. He had his tacos in one hand, and a slice of pizza in the other, alternating between both. When he had eaten about 1/3rd of both, he let out the first of what was going to be many burps, almost choking in the process.

“Didn’t see that one coming,” he laughed, before returning to stuffing his face. Tim always wore tight tank tops that not only exposted his meaty arms and shoulders, but also hugged his pecs and back, so you could already guess the outline of his slightly bloated belly.

I’d barely eaten a quarter of my pizza (not that I was going to have much more) when he’d finished it all. He let out another burp, this time a proud and loud burp that he wanted everyone to hear.

Tim looked down at his belly, now sticking out a few inches from under his pecs, He lifted up his tank top. He still had visible abs, but his expanding stomach had given them a gentle curve.

“Shit, I’m bloated!”

Then, his gaze shifted to my still unfinished food.

“You gonna eat that?” he asked.

I smiled. Tim was predictable.

“No, go ahead. I ordered too much.”

It was. Completely flat less than half an hour ago, it had swollen to the size of a basketball. Too big, probably, but I was sure Tim could get even bigger, and knew what to do.

“Yeah, it looks way too full,” I said. “You look like you’d burst, or throw up, if you ate another mouthful.”

“C'mon, I’m not gonna puke because I ate too much, I’m no pussy,” he said, slightly offended.

“I have a hard time imagining how you could eat more food,” I said, “you look packed to the limit.”

That was it for Tim. He got up, walked to the counter, and returned with both another pizza and another tacos. More than I’d expected, to be honest.

“You’re going to eat all that?” I asked. Genuinely, this time.

“Yeah. The guy selling said I looked too full. Gotta show him what I’m capable of.”

Tim once again started eating them both at the same time, though no longer at the same pace. He wasn’t eating slowly, strictly speaking, but he was taking the time to let each mouthful go down, to let his stomach expand, rather than “chugging” solid food. And while Tim had been ignoring (or forgetting) his belly during his previous courses, now, he was giving it a rub or a pat at regular intervals.

Tim’s belly was getting visibly bigger, now. With each mouthful, you could see it expand a bit more, in all directions. The contrast with his lean muscular body was such that you might think he’d put a big balloon under his shirt, if it hadn’t ridden up to reveal the lower part of his belly.

Tim took a pause, about 2/3rds through,  letting out a sigh.

“It’s heavy,” he said, stretching back. He then gave his belly a few taps with one finger. “Bro it’s so tight.” The tone of his voice showed some discomfort.

“You think you’re gonna be able to finish it?”

“Course I am!”

He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the final push. At first he resumed eating at a quick pace, but he soon started taking breaks between each chunk of food he swallowed. Tim was visibly in pain. You could see it in his eyes, in the way he touched his big belly. Pride and competitiveness kept him going, though part of me wasn’t sure if he knew that stuffing more food into an overloaded belly was only going to make it hurt more. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Did it,” he said when all was eaten, sounding both proud and sick.

“Holy shit you did it,” I said. I’d kinda pushed him to it, but I was impressed that he’d managed to eat that much.

“My belly is way too big,” he said, looking at his enormous stomach. “Just look at the size of this thing!”

It was. I’d seen Tim overeat plenty of times, but I’d never seen him this bloated.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“My belly feels like it’s about to pop,” he said. “Like, I breathe in too hard, and then boom!”

“Don’t stop breathing completely,” I joked, “not sure that would be better!”

Tim laughed, then stopped. 

“Fuck, my belly really hurts. Like, my stomach is a balloon, and when I laugh it’s like kicking it really hard.”

Tim sat back in his chair, and I put a hand on his belly. The pressure in there was high, but not as high as I’d feared. Tim probably wasn’t going to burst if I pressed too hard.Rubbing his stomach, I could feel the huge mass of food in there, but also that he had a lot of gas, both from eating too quickly and the early stages of digestion. If I could get him to burp it out, he’d probably feel better.

So I got to work, moved my hands first around the lower areas, then moving upward, pressed hard enough to shift things inside his stomach, but not hard enough to.hurt him. Untill…

“BUUUUUUUUURP”

As Tim let out the loudest burp I had ever heard. I felt his stomach deflate ever so slightly, and the pressure in there go down.

“Bro! That’s crazy! You made me burp just by touching my belly!” He said, now looking like he didn’t even know what pain felt like.

“Yeah, there was a lot of gas in your stomach, so I forced it out. That’s probably why your belly was hurting so much.”

“You’re awesome man,” he said. Getting up. 

“Where are you going?” I asked. Now that he was standing, I could get a complete view of his overloaded belly, An almost perfect sphere, complementing his muscular build.

“I’m gonna get another tacos,” he said. “My gut isn’t too full anymore.”

“Bro, that’s too much,” I said. “Even for you.”

“No, it’s fine! You made me burp all the gas out, remember?”

At this point, I was more concerned than curious. I watched him walk up to the counter, his movement surprisingly unimpeded by his watermelon-sized belly. Being so athletic probably made it easier for him to carry such a big mass of food around with him. As I watched him return, I tried (and failed) to imagine how his already enormous stomach could expand to hold that extra tacos.

Okay, maybe I was curious. But I was still concerned!

“Bro, you look like you’re about to explode.” I said. I really didn’t mean it as teasing, even less as encouragement, but that’s obviously how he took it, since by the time he said “yes”, his mouth was already full.

Tim’s belly was already too full when he started, and with every bite his belly inflated more and more. I kept thinking it couldn’t get any bigger, but it did. The pressure in there had to be tremendous, especially since all the gas I’d made him burp out was being replaced by solid food. Tim didn’t seem bothered, though I’m not sure if that’s because he didn’t hurt, or if his brain was only capable of processing one thing at a time.

Then, he swallowed his last mouthful. His enormous stomach nudged outward one last time. I don’t think I’d ever seen a belly so round before. It looked more like a balloon than the midsection of a young, athletic human being.

Tim, remembering how much he’d eaten, slowly looked down to his ballgut. Stayed still for a moment. Slowly moved a hand towards it, and hesitated. As if worried it might burst if he touched it. After what felt like a long time, he took the plunge, put the hand on his belly, and when it didn’t burst, started rubbing. He sat back, and I helped him massage his belly. Tim rubbing the top ledge under his pecs, me rubbing the curve around his navel. It was packed so hard it felt like pressurised rock, if that made any sense.

“My belly is too big”, he said. “Way too big.”

“You eat too much,” I said.

Black is slimming right ?

Sneaky zoo bellies🐷

Pecs are growing too

Still full just thinking about last weekend😂 I’m ready to do it again tho😎🫃