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Summary: A high school senior, Max noticed that his older brother has been dipping into the chemical on his parents' farm, and has been gaining a lot of weight. A bit disgusted, a bit curious, Fred tries the chemical hormones himself, and experiences the best high of his life. He quickly introduces the chemical to his two best friends, and the three progressively get addicted, all while experiencing incidental changes, such as butt growth, breast development, belly expansion, in addition to other, stranger, things. Contains: Male: pregnancy, breast expansion, multiple breasts, breast-belly, butt expansion, weight gain, and more. Also, issues of drug addiction.

Previous Chapter

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Max and Roger were playing video games, Max doing his best to focus on his game character.

But it was hard, when he was so distracted. Roger was always distracting, even when he was sitting back, with his legs crossed, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he quickly navigated the weapon’s inventory for his character.

Max thought it was the anticipation. Of Roger putting his mouth on Max’s tits, and whatever else Roger planned to do with him. The game was just a delaying tactic, a form of torture, Max suspected. Because Max felt jittery and hard, and Roger was being completely nonchalant about it.

That’s when Roger mentioned, “I saw your video.”

Max took a sharp breath, his face reddening with alarm and mortification. Roger had seen his VidSwoop livestream. Max’s game character died, and he was left trying to figure out from Roger’s impassive expression whether he was angry, disgusted, or amused; would he mock—?

“You gonna do it again?” Roger asked, not taking his eyes off the game, fingers still working rapidly on the controller.

Max choked. “Do you…think I should?”

“Yeah,” said Roger, now giving a lazy smile, though his attention was still focused on the screen. “You had a good view count. Next time you should try a paid video.”

Max just stared at him for a moment. Finally, he tore his gaze away, got up, and went over to his full-length bedroom mirror.

He wasn’t wearing bras, though he hadn’t thought they would be of use for very long that night. His four round breasts bulged out against the thin material of his shirt, full and perky despite that they were each FF-cups by then. His nipples were large and hard, rubbing against the cotton in a way that made Max shudder. Releasing a shaky breath, Max went over to his desk and opened his laptop. He went to his VidSwoop account, and right there, before he could lose his nerve, he posted an announcement.

New livestream coming up. Tune in this Thusday evening.

It only took a few moments before comments began to populate beneath his post. He had accumulated hundreds of followers in only the past week. Some of the comments were disparaging, but most were excited and praising. Max bit his lip as he reflected on it all.

His computer chimed as he got an email alert. Max found a message from Scott. It was brief. An invitation to come by and visit before spring break was over. Max frowned as he considered it, all while continuing to read. The final sentence made him blink: “Yeah, anyway, looks like I’m pregnant again.”

-

Coincidentally enough, Roger kept up the fantasy.

“I’m gonna fill you with babies,” he muttered against Max’s shoulder as he fucked him. “Put those huge tits to work. Look how fat they are. A damn milk factory. Time to breed you, keep you busy.”

Max’s head was spinning, the conflicting nature of the words causing speech to fail him. He couldn’t protest, he could only groan.

“You’re gonna be as big as a fucking planet. Be my pregnant cow. Everyone is gonna see and know what I did to you. You’ll be straining to contain them all.”

Max imagined cradling a huge belly, straining and groaning, like Scott. He imagined his four tits seeping as his mound squashed against his weary, shuddering body. He imagined his body rocking as Roger fucked even more babies into him.

All four of Max’s nipples squirted. No they actually sprayed between them, making a mess. Roger laughed. “You’re really turned on by this.”

“Nn…no,” Max feebly protested, red.

“God, I wanna fill you, Max. Give you so many babies to feed and make fat with your tits. I know you want it too. You want to be round and bursting like that guy on the news. That’s—nngghh, that’s why you’re making all this milk.”

“Uhh,” Max arched, and sprayed, and came the same time Roger did. He could feel his tits pulsing, nipples contracting. Roger turned and pulled him against him as Max’s nipples continued to seep, and Max murmured indecipherably. Roger rubbed his back soothingly.

-

It was still dark when Max awoke to someone impatiently knocking on the front door. He blinked a few times, and rubbed his head. Somehow he managed to pull himself out of Roger’s arms and out of the bed. He pulled on his boxers, and his puffy winter coat, which made an odd combination. Finally, he left the room and padded across to the front door, snapping up the light switch in the process. He put an eye to the peephole to see who was on the other side.

To his shock, it was Adam.

Max immediately unlocked the door, already speaking as he opened it, “Adam, what are you doing h—” Max broke off in a startled huff as he saw the state of his brother.

“Turd,” Adam greeted, with a wry, but strained, smile. “Fuck, that took you long enough,” he ground out as he staggered inside, shoving past Max with just his belly. Adam gripped his gigantic abdomen. It was immense. It looked fucking larger than Scott’s had been just before he’d given birth to the triplets, Adam’s t-shirt straining at the seams to contain it.

But then Adam hefted the t-shirt up, revealing that he was wearing a pregnancy girdle. Gasping and whimpering, Adam rapidly unlatched it, and his belly blew up, surging forward, growing substantially as Adam nearly lost his balance, his hands gripping to support the huge mass. His huge shirt slipped up inch after inch, no longer able to negotiate the massively swollen expanse. Barely able to walk, Adam wobbled to the couch, and dropped down across it, twitching and moaning as he cradled the small bolder on his torso.

Max was speechless.

He watched Adam’s belly heave and bob. Adam tugged down his shirt, which seemed fruitless and ridiculous. Trying for any modesty at all was absolutely ludicrous given the bizarre and extreme nature of Adam’s affliction. He could only stretch the shirt down just enough to hide the massive, tangerine-sized protrusion that Max knew was a nipple. At present it was visibly contracting, and oozing milk that looked weirdly thick as it slid out from under Adam’s shirt. Adam gasped, his hands flying to the underside of his gut. He groaned and arched, and finally, the shirt slid. Revealed was the huge, gleaming, swollen pink nipple, dimpled in the middle where milk oozed sluggishly. The nipple blew a milk bubble that steadily swelled and popped, before more milk slowly trailed down the bottom of Adam’s massive midsection.

“T-tight,” Adam groaned out, shuddering. There were tears on his cheeks. “The milk just kept getting—ughhh—thicker. N-now it’s hard to get it out.” He whimpered and fidgeted, fingers desperately massaging into his bloated flesh, though that seemed counterproductive to Max. Adam’s pecs had developed into perky hills of fat under his shirt, but it was nothing compared to his belly, which was on full display by then.

Max’s bedroom door opened and a yawning Roger emerged in only his briefs, his lean body on display. “What’s going on?” he said, as he wandered over to Max. He spotted Adam over the back of the couch and his jaw fell slack.

Max remembered the days when his brother had been a star athlete in high school. Popular, attractive, and a known lady’s man. Now he was…this. It was completely bizarre. Finally tearing his eyes away, Max looked at Roger beside him, who was still ogling. For some reason irritated, Max jabbed him with his elbow. “Dude, that’s my brother.”

Roger blinked and tore his eyes away from Adam’s giant belly-breast, looking utterly confused.

Adam managed to sit up just slightly, his huge mound shifting against his lap.

“Adam, this is my friend, Roger. Roger, this is my brother, Adam,” Max hastily introduced.

“Right,” Adam managed, still flushed and sweaty, still presently oozing. “E-excuse my…”

“I, uh…” Roger trailed off. He lightly shook his head. “Er, no worries. I mean…you know Max has…”

Adam looked confused and a little desperate. It seemed to take effort to focus on anything other than his body.

Comprehension dawned in Roger’s eyes. “You don’t know? Show him Max.”

“No!” said Max more forcefully than he’d intended. He unconsciously hugged himself protectively.

But now Roger was pulling at his coat, trying to wrench it open, and Max was too disoriented to put up much of a fight.

Suddenly, Max’s own four tits were on display, in the thin tank top he was wearing, stretching out the semi-transparent material. Max felt his cheeks heat up and it was Adam’s turn to gawk.

“You…” Adam started.

“Is this a genetic thing?” Roger cut in. “Are you guys mutants or something? Not that I’m complaining.” Roger looped his arm around Max’s back, his hand idly cupping Max’s lower right breast.

Blush worsening, Max tried to shove Roger away.

Adam seemed momentarily for a loss of words. Finally, he stiffened. “Yeah, genetic,” he said curtly, though Max could see the accusation in his eyes.

“Adam, what’s going on?” said Max. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck, no,” Adam huffed out, shifting his attention back to his throbbing midsection. “This shit was mm…manageable, but lately I’ve been having trouble pumping the milk.” There was another translucent white bubble that swelled and popped. Adam heaved a heavy sigh, trying to relax his body. “It’s too thick. I had a girl helping me but we…nghhh…got into a f-fight, and...” He tensed again, cradling himself. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of it.

The three young men were so caught up in the dilemma that they didn’t hear Paige’s approach until there was a surprised squeak to the left of the room. In tandem, they turned to the living room entryway.

“What the fuck,” Paige breathed, as she looked from Max to Adam then back again. “How high am I?”

Max’s lungs compressed and he found himself hugging himself again.

“Well, fuck,” said Roger lightly.

-

Later that morning, Max awoke with a groan. He had hardly gotten three hours of sleep.

“You okay?” said Roger groggily beside him.

“Tight,” said Max, face twisted. For once, he didn’t want to think about tits. Not his own or anyone else’s. Of course, that was tricky when his required so much attention.

His breasts were full and hot, the tank top now uncomfortably tight against them. Max gingerly peeled it off, grunting when the cotton dragged on his distended nipples.

Roger sleepily reached around him and rubbed his hands into the tingling flesh, causing Max to seize up and gasp. He quickly grabbed Roger’s hands, stilling them. “That’s—not helping.”

“Mmmm,” Roger hummed, face buried in Max’s nape.

Rolling his eyes, Max sat up. He reached out for the breast pump he kept clean and ready on his nightstand, and carefully attached the four cups. He leaned back and closed his eyes as he pumped his breasts, his body relaxing except for the occasional twitch as the minutes passed. At an awkward twinge, he hissed and kicked out, his hand going into his boxers.

Within the half hour, Roger was fully awake, and Max was boneless. He had jerked off twice, and feared he was enjoying the process of pumping more than he should have been.

“Still at it?” said Roger.

“I don’t think it helps at a certain point,” Max mumbled, turning off the pump. “I’m probably just stimulating,” he said uncertainly.

Roger just smiled.

The two began to get cleaned up and dressed. The pair of bras Max tried on weren’t fitting. His flesh was bubbling over the material. He was left conflicted between going braless while dealing with the sensation of his nipples against his shirt, or enduring the sensation of the pair of too-tight bras squeezing into his flesh all day. Either prospect was unappealing, and yet he had to choose one.

Roger just seemed amused. “I can buy you new ones,” he said as he gazed appreciatively at Max.

“It’s not about the money,” Max grumbled, taking the bait, lingering in the room, because Paige and Adam were just too much to deal with at that moment, and he wanted to defer it.

“What’s it about,” said Roger, slowly cornering him, meeting Max’s lips with his. “How hot you’re getting?” he mumbled between kisses. “How huge your tits are becoming? You beautiful fucking cow.” Max’s breasts squished between them. Max grunted as Roger cupped one roughly.

“Don’t know…how I feel about you calling me that,” Max muttered, his breathing thinning.

Roger just chuckled and Max allowed himself to be consumed by sensation.

He would deal with the rest later.

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