Well...

It had been a while since Jack had last given birth. He’d managed to become the most popular guy in the party’s history and made a fortune by doing it. He’d been living the good life, no longer working. Just laying on the beach, working out, and fucking as many guys as he could. It was one day at the gym when he got a note from the party. They said there was a man asking for Jack specifically. A private meeting. This normally meant big big money. Jack thought about it for a second, he wouldn’t mind feeling himself round out again. Then he scrolled down and read the terms.

Jack walked up to the front door of one of the biggest houses he’d ever seen. A private car had picked him up from his loft downtown and drove him to the countryside. He knocked on the big door and waited a moment. Briefly after, the door opened.

“Jack” the man who opened the door said. He was a couple inches taller than Jack, built and beefy. He looked like a rugby player who gained a bit of weight. “You’re exactly what I need, come in”

Jack entered the house and looked around. He’d been instructed not to talk, which was fine, guys like this always had some kind of request to make them feel a bit more in power. As they walked down a large hall Jack couldn’t help but feel this time would be a bit different. He placed a hand on his flat abs knowing he was about to say goodbye to them once more very soon. Jack was left in a room to prepare, on the counter was a bowl of his pills which increased fertility. But there was another pill, one he had been told about before coming and which was the reason he was being paid so much. They would increase the speed of the pregnancy. In theory, he’d be at term within a few weeks.

The man had jack pinned against every surface in that room. Fucking his bubble butt for almost two hours. Load after load Jack took, his abs being bloated out bigger than ever before.

He looked at himself in the mirror after. His cum bloat was bigger than most guys get when at full term. He was proud of himself for still having what it takes. He rubbed his big belly, knowing it was about to get a lot bigger way faster than it ever had before. Part of the deal was he’d be staying on the property for the weeks to come. He wouldn’t be taking anymore loads though, the testing of the new pill was priority.

The next morning Jack took a walk. He couldn’t tell if he was still crazy cum bloated or if the pregnancy was already showing. It took him a second to get used to his belly pushing out slightly again. He purposefully didn’t pack any shirts which would fit over a belly so he would go shirtless the whole time.

The growth felt good. Better than it had before. It was happening so fast now that he could almost see it in real time. The second day showed only a slight increase in size, he was still very able to workout at the gym provided. Feeling his weight slowly grow and his centre of gravity adjust was a familiar and welcomed feeling.

Just three days in and Jack couldn’t believe it. The difference between the morning and evening was absolutely noticeable. His belly had been growing in front of his eyes. It’s curve and roundness pushing off his muscular frame as he started to already waddle around the house. He was also getting horny. Faster than ever before his belly had begun pushing pressure on his prostate. But he couldn’t be fucked, it wasn’t permitted. So he made a request, he’s fuck.

A roster of solid muscle twunks rotated through Jacks bedroom. Load after load he dumped into these guys, all their abs bloated with his cum as they left. His belly rested heavy on the smalls of their backs as he pushed deep into them. Only getting hornier as he grew.

“Fuck” Jack panted as a boy was sucking him off. His belly pushing far off his body, only one week pregnant. He looked down over his belly at the guy nuzzling his briefs. This was the fourth guys to blow Jack this morning, and it wouldn’t be the last. Jack placed his hands in the sides of his belly and rubbed slightly. He thrusted his hips and and forth moving his cock up and down the guys throat, eventually cunning and filling the guys belly with his load.

Coming to the end of his second week Jack was near his biggest size ever. His belly was enormous. Round and tight, it made him waddle around the house. When the guys would come pleasure him he would just lay down and let them take care of his cock. The occasional guy would try to ride Jack, his belly so in the way the guy would have to rest his upper body against the large round orb.

Waddling down the hall he had a craving to hit the gym. It had only been two weeks but his belly was massive. He needed a good arm pump to make himself feel properly huge. He sat on the gym bench, his belly sitting heavy and firm in his lap as he did seated curls. A huge dumb smile on his face. Only managing a couple sets before being out of breath due to his size.

You’d been getting to know Troy at the gym more and more. What started as a gym crush had slowly turned into a great friendship. You’d finally decided to make a move and start talking to him a while ago. His muscles made him look like a Greek god, he had a presence about him that made you want to be near him at all times.

Often after your gym sessions you’d find him in the change room taking his pump pics. Your eyes always lingering on his pumped up biceps and puffed chest. His shorts always hugging tightly the curve of his perky bubble butt. He notices your glances now and then, always giving you a smile with a chuckle. He’d playfully flex his muscles even harder in your direction, winking to make sure you knew he liked it.

That’s all it had been for a while, a playful back and forth. You’d been putting on some solid muscle in the past months. He’d been taking notice, commenting and encouraging your growth. It made you feel really good knowing he was eyeing you up as much as you were him.

After a particularly great upper body day you were in the change room doing your regular flexing when he walked in. You noticed he couldn’t stop staring at you. You gave him a playful flex like he’d done for you so many times before. He smirks, and walks over. Without saying anything he reaches out and feels your big bicep.

“Damn man I gotta say you’ve been growing” he says, still lingering on your pumped biceps.

“I know!” You say excitedly “just trying to catch up to you”

“Well it’s working, I’ve been watching your growth. It’s been pretty impressive. You should come back to my place. I’ll make dinner” he says, as he turns to walk away you can tell he has a little something extra in his step. Like he just caught prey he’d been stocking for a while. It felt good.

Later you head to his place. You couldn’t image where this could go, of course you hoped it was leading to more than just friendship activities… but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself.

Troy opens the door, he’s shirtless. His arms an chest still look as pumped as they did right after the gym. His shorts were practically painted on hugging his thick legs and bubble butt. He had tattoos that snaked all across his body. They looked good. You couldn’t control yourself, you panned him up and down slowly taking in his form.

“Sup cutie, you look good” he said as he stepped aside to let you in

“Fuck, says you.” You manage to reply.

“Well I was gonna make you dinner but… fuck I kinda can’t wait” Troy led you to his bed room and he laid down on his stomach.

It looked like he was almost intentionally arching his back. His ass looked incredible. It was perfectly round and thick, you couldn’t take your eyes off it.

Reading the room you slowly approach the bed and rip off your shirt. Troy looks back at you and smiles as he slowly wiggles in ass back and forth. You know what he wants. You get on top of him and slowly kiss down his muscular back making your way to the top of his ass. Taking off his shorts you reveal his bare ass, just as perfect as you thought it would look. At this point you’re rock hard, and your cock knows exactly what it needs.

After some teasing and foreplay you drive your cock deep into Troy. He moans loudly as you push yourself into him as far as you can. Both hands on his hips you pump in and out. The soft cushion of his plump butt bounce you in and out. Troy grips the bed sheets and yells your name.

“Fuck this is what I wanted” he moans “fuck yes cum in me. Cum in me as many times as you can”.

That night went on forever. Constantly fucking, load after load shot into Troy by your big hard cock. Neither of you could get enough.

It had been fun, you’d continue to workout together and occasionally fuck. He’d become a great friend with benefits, good for both of you.

Troy stood in front of you flexing his biceps. It had been a a couple months since you’d started fucking him occasionally. He was always joking about how he was getting bigger for you. You couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t joking. His bulking had been working, even his once washboarded abs seemed to be pushing out slightly. His compression shirts making his growth even more obvious. His growth was happening fast. Troy must’ve been eating enough to feed a family. His biceps, chest, and ass were getting bigger, meatier. It drove you crazy, you found yourself asking him to fuck more and more often. Of course Troy loved it. But eventually it wasn’t only his muscles getting bigger. His belly had really started to grow.

“Shit dude look at my fucking gut, what’s happening” Troy texts you with a pic of his rounded out belly. Not even his abs were visible anymore. He looked almost… pregnant.

You kept working out together, fucking after almost every time now. Troy’s sec drive had gone up through the roof since his belly started growing. Wasn’t an issue for you though, his belly somehow made him even sexier. Plus it was more for you to hold onto as you drove your cock into his ass over and over. You’d lost count of how many times you’d shot your load into his guts.

“Man I’m not gonna lie, at this point I don’t think this is just a bulking belly” you say to Troy. His belly was in full display at the gym today, you could tell he struggled to hide it.

“I know man… my gym clothes barely fit anymore. This gut is just on display for everyone to see. Imma get checked tomorrow to see.” He responded, rubbing his big belly with one hand between sets.

Almost selfishly, you’d never found him more attractive than right now. Troy was carrying your kid in him, it was changing his body, making it stretch and expand to make room for what you did to him. Troy had even begun to waddle slightly, his stance seemed wider, and he often had a hand placed on his lower back. There was no question, Troy was pregnant.

“Dude you have to come over right now, I’ve never been hornier and my belly is fucking massive” Troy texts you with an image of himself in the mirror.

He looked huge. He’d stopped coming to the gym with me a couple weeks ago. Doctors orders. His belly button had popped out to become an outtie and his ass had grown to accommodate the extra weight around his midsection. Your cock got hard immediately after getting that text. You were out the door as fast as you could heading to his place.

Looking over Troy’s naked overly pregnant body your cock was leaking with precum before even starting. He looked incredible. His body was somehow still extremely ripped, his muscles huge to match his abnormally large midsection. His belly looked so big, skin pulled tight around the massive orb that was his pregnant belly.

“Fuckkkkkk me dude nowwwww” Troy moaned as he pulled his knees up beside his belly. “I need it more than ever”

You slowly enter his ready hole, both your hands planted firmly on the sides of his mountains belly. Load after load you fill him. Over and over, never being enough to satisfy him. With every thrust his belly would wobble back and forth slightly has his moans filled the air.

“Fuck dude this is what I needed. I need your cum in me everyday. I hope my belly never stops growing with your seed fuckkk” Troy yells as he nuts all over the underside of his belly.

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Colt caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror. His overdue pregnant belly very noticeably pushing off his frame, seen even from behind as it bulged outwards at the sides. His muscular body had adapted well to his new size. His back muscles already strong, were able to support his incredible growth. His peachy ass a reminder of how he got himself in this situation in the first place. But it wasn’t a normal situation. As common as male pregnancy was, Colt was not in a normal situation. He’d been 2 weeks overdue for a couple months now… and there was nothing he could do to move on.

Colt had been fucked senseless at his gyms sauna last year. The larger man’s cock driving in and out of his hole was the kind of experience you never forget. And for Colt, the experience left a lasting reminder. His belly had began to swell with the man’s child. His belly pushing out further and further off his muscular body. His pregnancy brought changes to his life he adored. His ass and legs grew bigger, his pecs neater. With his large midsection all he could accomplish at the gym we bicep curls so his arms grew large as well.

His belly was the sight of the gym. He refused to wear anything but an incredibly revealing cropped muscle tank which showed his belly off to the world. The combination of his muscles and pregnancy drove his gym bros mad. Daily he would get his ass rocked in the gym showers and sauna. He’d go out to the bar and be able to find the hottest men to fuck him, flaunting his belly and letting them touch and rub it was all it took. And with his huge peachy ass no man turned down the opportunity.

Colt lay spread on his couch. He was two weeks overdue and his belly was enormous. He rested his hands on the stretched skin around his belly button. The size of his belly was shocking still to him, he sometimes couldn’t believe he’d grown this big. The soft movements he made along his skin sent waves of pleasure through his body. Colt was basically rock hard all the time due to his size, it was part of this stage of male pregnancy. He curled his legs up and reached around his gut to grasp his large hard cock. As he moved his hips around and his belly rocked back and forth he threw his head back in pleasure. He wished he could stay like this forever, have his belly huge and round, his muscles growing from hormones alone. And have men lining up at the chance to fuck him raw and senseless. He came almost immediately to the thought of staying huge forever.

Last night I slept with a guy from the bar. He was… too aggressive, too strong, I didn’t even fully realize how it ended. Woke up today at 4 a.m. from a strange warmth in my stomach. At first I thought I just overate or ate something bad. Then I felt the skin stretching. Looked down — my belly had rounded out.

Not much, but noticeably. Like I was 3–4 months pregnant, which is impossible.

Pressed on it — it’s hard, tight, something inside is moving slightly. Not painful, but terrifying. Very terrifying.

I’m not leaving the room. If anyone sees this — I can’t explain it. Sitting on the bed, touching it with my hands. It’s warm. And it’s growing. Slowly, but noticeably.

I don’t know what to do. Phone is off. There’s a camera in the corner blinking, but I’m not touching it.

Maybe it’s a hallucination. Maybe I’m losing my mind.

Day 2 It’s kicking

Less than a day has passed, and the belly is already like 6–7 months. Around 85–90 cm in circumference. The skin is stretched to the limit, shiny from sweat, smooth, not a single stretch mark. I’m not eating, not drinking — afraid it’ll get worse. But it’s growing on its own.

Today I felt the first kicks. Not weak — strong. Like someone inside is punching the wall. The skin bulges out — I see the imprint of a small hand or foot. Then it disappears. A couple of seconds later — again. I’m sitting on the floor, trying to wrap my arms around it — my palms don’t reach each other on the sides, fingers barely touch the edges. I can feel it moving under my hands. It’s alive. It’s inside me.

Haven’t left the room for two days now. Door locked, lights off, only moonlight through the window. If I go out — they’ll see me. If they see me — they’ll take me away. And I don’t want them to cut me open. I want to understand what this is.

It kicks more often. Every time I breathe, it feels like it’s answering. I’m afraid to sleep. Afraid I’ll wake up and it will already have broken through.

Day 3 This is the end

Third day. The belly is enormous. Over a meter in circumference. I can barely stand. Back arched, legs won’t hold me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to wrap both arms around it — palms don’t reach each other even on the sides, fingers barely touch the skin along the edges. The skin is stretched like a drum, shiny, hot. Under it everything is visible: bulges, imprints of fists, elbows, feet. It hits hard, rhythmically. Every kick is like a blow from inside. The skin bulges sharply, stretches, then sinks back. I can see it trying to break through.

Not painful. Terrifying. And… strange. Like I’m on the edge of something massive. Breathing fails, heart pounds, but I don’t scream. Just sit and look down.

It’s ready. I can feel it. A few more hours — and it will break out.

Door locked. No one will come in. Camera in the corner records everything. If someone finds these notes — know: I’m not crazy. This is real.

It’s here

It’s hitting. The skin cracks. I see it tear open in the center — first a thin red line, then it rips sharply, like paper under pressure. Blood pours out, but I don’t feel pain — only the pressure finally releasing. It breaks through outward — a dark mass, heavy, alive. I look down. It’s already here.

"Well, well, they really did get the right guy to move the heavy stuff."

"Not today, Alan."

"Oh, right, I forgot someone gets cranky when people compliment him."

"Not people, you." Mike rolled the dolly to the closet where they kept the dry ingredients and started unloading them, his thick arms bulging as he set the hefty flour bags onto the shelf.

He turned around and saw Alan standing in the doorway, looking him up and down like a cut of meat.

"You can't be back here Alan, what the fuck, get out!" he shouted.

"Oooh, feisty. You gonna slap me, daddy? Choke me a little, spit in my mouth?"

Mike grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the supply room as Alan laughed.

"What are you gonna do big boy, call the cops on me? I'm sure they'd looooove to hear what I have to say."

Mike stopped dead, still holding Alan by the collar.

"Yes officer, that's him! I saw him do it! He said he'd eat me too if I told, boo hoo!" Alan said in a mocking tone.

Mike released his collar and looked down at him, fuming but knowing he was powerless to do anything else.

"Now that's a good boy," Alan said as he straightened his shirt, "how about you follow me in here and keep being good?" He tugged Mike's shirt in the direction of the supply room, but he didn't budge.

"Alan please, I-"

"I own you," Alan said in a much more aggressive tone, "I caught you red handed eating that stupid slut from grindr and I got it on video." He stuck his finger in the middle of Mike's chest and smiled, "so how about you and be go back in that closet, you be a good boy, and give me what I came here for?"

Mike looked down, feeling defeated. "Everyone else is gonna be here in half an hour, can't we-"

"Then you better stop bitchin' and get on your knees." Alan grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the supply closet, this time with Mike right behind him. The door closed behind them and Alan started to undo his pants. "What a good boy. Come on, on your knees," he said in the most degrading tone he could muster.

Mike stopped in the middle of the room and started at him. "Is this just how it is now?"

"You're mine now, handsome. This is what you do."

Mike looked at the floor for a moment. Fuck it, he thought to himself. He closed the gap between them in two steps and shoved Alan against the shelf. Hard.

Alan fell to the ground, the breath knocked out of him and his pants around his ankles. "Wh... what... the fuck?" he wheezed. He pulled up his pants as he stood, backing away from Mike and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Mike grabbed his hand firmly, squeezing the tendons in his wrist until he yelped in pain and dropped the phone. They both looked down at hit as Mike put his full weight on it with the heel of his boot, the screen letting out a crunching sound as it splintered and popped apart.

As Mike loosened his grip, Alan met his eyes and his blood ran cold. "M-Mikey, c'mon man. I won't bug you anymore, I swear."

"No, you will."

"No, no man I swear I won't ever come near you again, just lemme go."

"I don't believe you."

"Mikey please-"

"Don't call me Mikey. You lost that right a long time ago."

"Baby-"

"Shut up!" Mike yelled as he gripped Alan by the shoulders, "I can't fucking stand you anymore. I should've done this a long time ago!"

"No, no!" Alan said as Mike opened his mouth wide. Stuffing Alan's head into his throat, he gripped him like a vice as he squirmed, slowly engulfing his shoulders as his head slid deeper into his gullet.

Alan's screams were muffled by the Mike's throat, but no one was around to hear them even if they hadn't been. Mike swallowed him down quickly, his thin, small frame easily slide into Mike's tall, broad body. As his waist passed Mike's mouth, he felt warm breath on his cock before it slid across his tongue, and down Mike's hungry throat with the rest of him.

On the outside, Mike was surprised how easy he was going down. He had been a small guy, but he was slipping into his stomach far easier than any other guy he'd ever eaten. As Alan's thighs started to go down, he leaned up and let gravity slide him the rest of the way in. His mostly-flat belly was bowed out and squirming, growing larger as the rest of Alan tumbled into his stomach. Giving one last gulp, he felt his body expand as his meal finished settling in.

He picked the phone up off the floor and started out the door towards his car. His white work shirt was riding up his belly significantly, but he kept an extra large in his trunk in case of an unexpected meal. Despite being muffled, Mike's yelling could be heard from inside of him, so he hurried, his belly swaying as he jogged across the back alley.

Alan kicked violently as he slipped his shirt over his head and pulled out the large button-up that looked like his usual wear.

"Please! Please don't do this!" Alan pleaded, "you can't do this to me!"

Mike flexed his abs as he put on the shirt, squeezing Alan painfully as he cried out. Once the final button was done, he tossed the apron onto himself and slipped back in. Checking himself in the mirror, he was definitely rounder, but as long as he stayed out of the way, no one would notice.

"Mikey, please, let me out!"

Ah, right. That, he thought to himself. Time to start the electric mixer I guess.

The surface of his stomach shifted and squirmed as he looked over that days pickup orders, deciding which ones to pick out first. His stomach groaned and gurgled as he scooped out ingredients into the mixer, Alan's panicked form making bulges and movements under his clothes as he worked. Just as his coworkers were coming in, he flipped the switch and the loud mixer drowned out any sounds Alan was making.

As they entered, he kept his back to them, giving a friendly wave over his shoulder but otherwise pretending to work at the counter on the far wall. When they walked into the front to begin opening up, he quickly slipped into the walk-in and grabbed all the ingredients he needed to start working on the filling for the pastries, avoiding everyone's gaze while his stomach worked overtime trying to shut up his meal.

Pouring the various fruits and liquids into the pot to start making a fruit filling, he winced in pain as Alan started kicking against him frantically. Turning the heat down, he looked around the room and started for the employee bathroom when he nearly walked directly into his coworker Marshall.

"Oh, hey Mike, you get started on those orders?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got the first one going, just gotta step to the bathroom real quick, waiting on the water to boil."

"Cool, cool." Marshall walked away and Mike let out a sigh of relief that he'd completely missed the movement in his midsection.

Locking the door behind him, Mike hung up his apron and leaned on the wall, unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his fuzzy, bloated belly.

"God, you're almost more annoying like this," he said to Alan, who squirmed in response. "What's wrong, not having fun in there?" he taunted, "is my belly gross and uncomfortable?"

Alan's muffled voice was barely audible, "please, let me out, I won't say nothin' to anyone, please!"

Mike grinned and rubbed his belly, "I don't know, after months of this bullshit it's nice to have the upper hand for a little while. Besides," he said letting out a little moan, "it feels good."

Alan let out a sob and kicked as Mike rubbed the firm surface of his belly.

"Mmm, just like that. I can't wait to feel you sliding around in my guts tomorrow."

"You're a fucking monster!"

"I thought that's what you loved about me," Mike cooed as he rubbed his belly firmly, "that and my biceps. I bet I'm gonna get some good gains out of you, been a while since I've eaten a man."

Alan made no noise in response other than a muffled yell as he punched and kicked in vain.

"Mmm, keep doing that. Feels so good, almost makes me wish my stomach wasn't gonna pulverize you." Mike's stomach let out a low grumble and he chuckled, "almost."

He buttoned his shirt and threw his apron back on, washing his hands quickly and heading back out the door and to the kitchen where his pot was starting to boil. He went back to his job, the squirming in his stomach slowing down considerably as he worked. The time passed quickly as he rolled, shaped, baked, filled, and packaged the pastries for the afternoon pickup. Leaning back on the table, he wiped his forehead on the back of his wrist as Marshall walked by.

"Damn bud, big lunch?" he said as he walked by.

Mike's eyes widened and he scrambled for a reply. "Oh, yeah, I'm on a bulk right now," he chuckled nervously.

"Hey man, clearly whatever you do works," Marshall laughed back. He gave Mike's belly a pat as he walked past, "just keep off the customer orders and we're all good."

Mike laughed and started filling up the mixer again, feeling his heart slow down to a normal rate again. The pat disturbed Alan enough he started to shift around again and Mike gave his belly a gentle rub while he was alone. "Shh, just relax," he whispered, "no more fighting."

As if answering for Alan, his stomach let out a low grumble.

"There you go," he whispered as he gave his belly a pat.

He switched the mixer on and went back to work, the kicking and thrashing replaced by shifting, squeezing aches as his stomach worked on Alan's body. As he popped open a set of boxes to fill up, his evening coworker showed up and put on his apron.

"Woah, dude," Tyler said looking at his belly.

"Oh, uh. I'm uh... bulking," Mike said nervously.

"Oh. Okay," Tyler said, "one hell of a bulk, what'd you eat?"

"Just a big lunch. Buffet spot."

"Cool man. We got any more orders left?"

"Just this one, gotta fill the boxes and put the stickers on 'em."

"Neat, Marshall is good up front so I'll help."

"You don't-" Mike tried to say as Tyler read the sheet and went back for the pastries.

He returned quickly and set the tray down on an empty spot on the table. Mike handed him one of the first boxes he had ready and he started to fill it, taking his time to make sure the warm pastries were arranged neatly.

Every minute they had to stand close to each other Mike got more nervous, trying his best to focus on assembling the boxes. As he handed Tyler the next one his stomach let out a low groan and he caught Tyler's eyes wandering towards his belly.

As he popped open another box, his stomach let out smaller groans and wet digestive sounds. Tyler could clearly hear them, but was feigning ignorance and ignoring it. The timer on the mixer buzzed and it slowed to a halt, the background noise slowly fading out. When the room was completely quiet, the low grumbles of his stomach echoed on the walls.

Tyler kept glancing at his belly and Mike kept looking away nervously as he put the final box together and started to fill them himself. Unlike Tyler's precise placement, Mike simply filled the box and moved to the next one, desperate to get away from the table.

"Hey man, no need to rush, last order of the day right? We just gotta clean up and wait for closing time."

"Yeah, yeah, just eager to sit down is all."

Tyler nodded and kept working, the two of them finishing quickly. "Alright, you sit back, I got cleanup."

"I can-"

"I got it, I got it," Tyler insisted, "you did all the other orders without me, I'll at least clean up."

Mike was in no mood to argue over it and sat down on a chair in the back of the kitchen. "Thanks, man." As Tyler swept up and wiped the counters down, Mike leaned back, his stomach starting to really pick up in intensity, groaning and gurgling loud enough Tyler could hear it across the room.

Just as Tyler was finishing up, Marshall walked in, wiping his hands and shutting off the lights up front. "Alright boys, closing time. I got the front locked up. Mike, try not to throw your back out on this bulk, we need a baker and your ancient mixer scares the shit out of me."

All three of them laughed as Marshall grabbed his keys and slipped out the back.

Mike stood up and started towards the employee office to grab his own keys as Tyler came in behind him.

"So... what'd you actually eat?"

Mike froze. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I think you do."

Mike turned and looked at Tyler. He was short and scrawny, Mike could probably lift him with one hand. He took a step towards Tyler, cornering him and nearly pressing his belly against him. "I think I'm not sure what you're tryin' to say."

Tyler's face turned red as Mike's belly was directly in front of him. "I-I, uh."

God I hate double-entrees, Mike thought to himself as he steeled himself to force Tyler down too. "You what?"

"I... think you look good... like this," Tyler said, a mixture of fear and arousal in his voice as the reality of the situation started to hit him.

"Like what?"

Tyler swallowed. "Please don't eat me, I've known a while, I think it's hot," he said quickly and nervously.

Mike was caught off guard by how forward he was and furrowed his brow. "I uh. Oh."

"Yeah, uh. Can I... touch?"

Mike blinked a few times. "Sure, go ahead."

Tyler's eyes widened as he touched Mike's belly. "Fuck, it's so firm."

Mike took off his apron and started unbuttoning his shirt before Tyler took over. He backed away from the corner and leaned back on the table in the middle of the room as Tyler slowly unbuttoned his shirt and gently touched his belly. Opening it slowly, Tyler looked Mike in the eyes as he gently rubbed the sides of his belly. "When?"

"This morning, just before we opened."

"Holy shit, is he still moving?"

"No, he stopped a little while ago."

"Fuck... that's so hot."

Mike snorted, "you like that?"

"Fuck yeah. Do... do you like it like that, or is it just eating?"

"Oh, I like it like that too," Mike said with a wink.

Tyler bent down and kissed the top of Mike's belly and looked up at him. He kissed down the surface slowly, lowering onto his knees as he reached the underside of Mike's belly. As he undid Mike's pants, he ran his tongue around his bellybutton, sticking it deep in and nibbling the surface of his firm, round belly.

"Fuck, keep going," Mike moaned softly.

Tyler slid his pants down and was greeted by Mike's hard, thick cock in his face. He slid his lips over the tip slowly, getting it nice and wet as he bobbed further and further down. The head of his cock pressed hard against Tyler's throat as he reached the bottom, his firm, fuzzy underbelly pressed against Tyler's face.

He bobbed up and down on Mike's cock as Mike gently tugged his hair. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Mike moaned.

Tyler let out a soft moan as Mike started to thrust hard into his mouth, grabbing the back of his head and using him like a fleshlight.

"I'm... oh fuck I'm gonna cum," Mike moaned as he started to shoot. He gripped Tyler's hair tightly and let out a low, husky moan as Tyler eagerly swallowed the load he pumped down his throat. He licked Mike's cock clean and sat back on his knees, panting and fixing his hair.

"Are you... still.. gonna eat me?" Tyler panted.

"Did you want me to?" Mike said with a grin.

"No, no but I wanna watch."

"I think I can arrange that."

Tyler smiled, "I'd like that."

"Do that with your mouth again, and I'll give you anything you like," Mike said as he buttoned his shirt.

Tyler stood and ran his hand along Mike's bloated stomach, "oh, I'll do that any time you want." He leaned in for a kiss and Mike followed through, kissing him gently on the lips.

"How about my place, this weekend?"

"Need me to bring a friend?" Tyler asked with a sly grin.

"Oh I have a dinner guest in mind," Mike chuckled, "just bring yourself."

The headed towards the door together, and before splitting off to their respective cars Mike paused, "oh, and bring some lube, too."

This is my part of the trade with @musclehuntersstuff to help him achieve his dream body. You had found the time a motivation to return to the gym after a couple of months off, but you were hoping that your new gym choice would keep you consistent. It was a quite little place, in a sub level under a building that was on your walk back to the train station from work. The place wasn't very big, but it was also never busy, you don't even remember seeing staff in there to often. It was your fourth day in a row going to the new gym and you were pretty proud of yourself, considering even getting a little treat from the train station when you were done, but you quickly shook that thought away with your shiny new determination to get swole. Walking down the steps to the metal door you scanned your FOB and pushed it open, the hum of the lights was the only thing you could hear, there were no staff present and nobody currently training. You thought this was clearly a sign from the universe to encourage you to keep training because your schedule lined up perfectly with the gyms quietest times. You put your things in the square holders and got to work. Push day and boy did you try to push yourself. With almost every exercise you struggled and strived to either up the weight or beat last session by just one rep. It didn't take long before you were sweating and your workout gear was sticking to you like paper mache. You had just finished up on a new machine in the back corner when you noticed another metal door with a laminated piece of paper stuck to it saying "PROGRESS ROOM", curious you pushed open the door to find a small dark room with mirrors on the 3 walls around the door, the only light currently was the one coming from the open door. You looked around for a switch on the wall when you felt a round nob, turning it the lights on the ceiling slowly began to glow, Amping it up all the way the dimmer dial popped off the wall leaving a small black needle poking out of the wall, your tried to push it back on but it wouldn't hold. You would just have to leave the dimmer on the front desk with a note. The gym only cost you a few bucks a week and it was in a pretty run down basement you were sure they wouldn't mind. You shut the door behind you and looked at yourself in the mirrors, the sign on the door and the 3 giant mirrors with down lighting made it very clear this was a posing room to take progress pictures and with no one else in the gym and, no chance of someone walking in your decided to strip down to your underwear to get a few photos. Sure you weren't much to look at now, but it'd be good to look back on these in a few months.

Before you could take a photo you noticed the lights were getting brighter and brighter, the room was getting hotter and your skin felt a little tighter. If you didn't know better you'd think you just walked into an oven. Suddenly in the mirrors you saw yourself, your skin stretching slightly, the muscle underneath....getting bigger. You shoulders jutted out wider, making you look awkward at first as your neck and trapped swelled to make your head looked balanced, your shoulders then became rounder and rounder, as your triceps inflated to support your arm and your biceps swelled up. Your pecs popped forward like marble pillows and your abs jutted one by one into being. Your lats swelled outwards perfecting your v-taper, you tried to take it all in but you got distracted and your eyes fell to your quads and you fell them press together and fight for space as they not only grew but split off into perfect triations.

"HOLY SHIT" you laughed to yourself as you flexed, in just a few minutes you went from not even looking like you worked out to looking like a natural bodybuilder... but it wasn't over, the warmth from the lights continued to beat down on you and you felt yourself still growing, you could see stretch marks appearing on your shoulders, and chest, slowly you were going from looking like a natural bodybuilder to one on gear. Letting out a deep sigh as you struggled to keep your new massive chest full of air your walked over to the door to take a break but when you tried to pull it, it was stuck. The flooring had been down in a rush and the door wasn't aligned right, when you pushed it shut to latch it it made it impossible to get the door back over the flooring.

Starting to panic you put both hands on the door pulling with all your strength, but it wouldn't budge. Forcing your forearms to flex like that made them only swell up more, causing your arms to follow, in fact any movement that made a body part flex caused it to grow faster and faster, trying to figure a way out to went over to the dimmer switch to see the work "strength" written on a piece of tape and stuck to the top, you were trying to put the dial back on the peg, even if it wouldnt stay on just to turn it down but you had now gotten so large your hands were swollen with meat, muscle and blood giving you clumsy fat fingers your could barely hold the dial with let along have the dexterity to put it on such a tiny target on the wall. You ran your hands through your hair, only for it to come out in large chunks, looking in the mirror it looked like you were succumbing to roid induced baldness, it thinning from the sides and back. "OH FUCKK" you yelled out, walking back over to the door to try again but this time as your stepped the sound of tight rubber squeaked out all around you. With your muscles having swollen so big, and your skin so tight every movement you made sounded like two balloons being rubbed together, and it was only getting worse. You grabbed hold of the door again pulling it with everything you had, you could see the lino floor board start to flex and bend, but as you forced your muscled to engage across your body, they grew faster and faster under the lights. You could feel your pecks and traps around every bit of your neck, and you could barely see past your shoulder when your turned your head, finally the floorboard popped up and the door swung open. You stumbled out, lumbered and gasping for air, physical effort for you now used up more oxygen than the average man in a day, the cold airconditioned air was nice and relaxing though, if only for a moment before your eyes focused on the reflection in front of you.

That last rush of effort across your body grew you bigger than you saw in the mirrors inside, bigger than anyone your had ever seen in fact, your face had changed too. The grimace you had when trying to pull the door open caused the muscles in your face to grow making you look like you had been injecting HGH in your ass for years. Fuck look at you....you looked like some kind of mutant balloon animal, roided muscle rippling all over, every inch of you fighting for space, parts of you, you didn't even know could touch were now rubbing against each other fighting for space.

You looked up at that balding head of yours and grabbed a cap that was left behind in one of the square lockers, it was too embarrassing to look at.

"fuck...." you sighed.

As you began to walk towards the exit of the gym, you couldn't help but wish you were pumped up with air like a balloon animal, at least then you'd feel light, but at almost 700lsb moving was a chore, every step leaving you sweating and out of breath.

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