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Summary: Justin’s roommate secretly doses him with experimental drugs, causing Justin’s stomach to progressively transform  into a giant breast. Justin is oblivious and horrified as to what is  happening to his body. In the meantime, his roommate secretly  documents the transformation. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, belly-breast, and more.

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Kyle groaned awake against the firm kiss pressing his lips.

It was one way to start the morning.

He breathed heavily as he pulled Milton closer, Milton’s large, calloused hand sliding to dip under the hem of Kyle’s T-shirt. Milton cupped Kyle’s chest, rubbing and squeezing the mounds there as Kyle grunted, arching his back. They were so sensitive, so full. Milton was always rubbing and squeezing; wanting to feel them. Trying to stimulate them, make them grow. Milton’s face dipped down, lips closing in on Kyle’s upper right nipple. Kyle gasped, fingers gripping Milton’s hair, pulling him closer, as Kyle fidgeted and groaned and Milton drank.

Just another typical morning.

-

That afternoon, Kyle donned some jeans and a baggy T-shirt.

After all four of his E-cup breasts had been drained of milk, Kyle had managed to bind them with some athletic bandages. It was uncomfortable and didn’t nearly hide the mounds, but it certainly decreased their visibility. Kyle no longer looked as though he had distinct breasts, instead just an odd, general curve to his chest that could have been fat. With the binds, coupled with an oversized hoodie, Kyle was inconspicuous. No one paid attention to him. The trade-off was the pain and discomfort of being bound so tightly, which would only get worse as time passed and a new batch of milk steadily came in. But Kyle had at least a couple of hours before that.

He wandered through the clothing store, picking up items he thought would fit him. He chose practical stuff. Baggy shirts and sweaters; things he could go out in. Then he also picked out things that were the opposite. Clothing that was a little…showier. Things that Milton would like. It was funny and weird, but also mortifying. Sometimes Kyle felt as though he was living a double-life.

It wasn’t a bad thing. Things were…good. Kyle was comfortable, and happy, and Milton was always very generous. Kyle glanced down at the watch peeking out under his sleeve. Another gift from Milton. It had to be worth twenty grand, at least. Just selling it would be more than enough to…

Sometimes Kyle thought about leaving. Not imminently, but, in the future…maybe. He just didn’t feel as though he had much purpose these days. What he and Milton had was fun, for sure. They always had a great time together. All the fucking, groping, sucking, and spending. Milton liked spending money. He liked the club — Milton was one of the owners, it turned out. And Milton loved showing Kyle off at the back room. Those were the things that Kyle’s life had been simplified to. It was uncomplicated.

Their relationship didn’t seem to really transcend the fucking, groping, sucking, spending, and showing off. And Kyle didn’t know whether or not that was a problem, but it certainly was something to…consider. On those occasions when he wasn’t completely immersed in video games, binge-watching a TV series, halfway through a box of chocolate donuts, or recovering from a good and thorough fucking.

A couple of shopping bags in hand, Kyle walked out of the mall, wincing slightly at the increased tightness of the binds. He walked up to his luxury SUV. Another gift from Milton. With all these gifts, and his generous allowance, Kyle thought he might be getting close to where he needed to be financially to — to do something. Something different. If he wanted to. Which he wasn’t sure of, yet. But at least he had the option. He could move away, and figure his life out, even get his own place. Because at that moment, Kyle had to admit that he felt a little lost.

He had stopped going to his classes entirely, having all but dropped out of college. It wasn’t as though his grades had been any good, not with everything going on. He wondered if he would ever go back, or if there was even any need to. Some people believed that college was just some elaborate scam. There were other ways to make money.

Kyle made a stop at his apartment. Though he didn’t use it much anymore, the lease was paid to the end of the year. Sometimes Kyle would stop by to check in on things, or pick up some of his belongings. He hadn’t exactly moved out, not completely. All of Justin’s stuff was still there as well. It didn’t look as though Justin had ever been back. So still no sign of him after several weeks, Kyle wasn’t sure if he should have done something — inquired with Justin’s family, or the college, or something.

Kyle grabbed a couple pairs of his sneakers as well as his spare laptop charger. As he walked through the kitchen, he noticed that one of the cabinets had been left open. He caught a glimpse of Justin’s coffee canister, the one Kyle had drugged. The thing that had started this all. Kyle found himself briefly staring, before he managed to tear his eyes away. Lightly shaking his head, he walked towards the front door, turned off the lights, and left.

-

Kyle pulled some of his hair out of his eyes. He studied his reflection in his bedroom mirror.

His club outfits were getting racier. He was constantly trying to one-up himself; make Milton blush. Kyle just did it for his own amusement, but it really turned Milton on. And that turned Kyle on. Tonight, Kyle was wearing a formfitting black mesh shirt, his two black strapless bras visible beneath it. His leather pants had always look good and fit him perfectly, but today he’d had to struggle with the button a while just to get it closed.

Kyle frowned as he turned sideways to study his profile. He had gained weight. His hands clasped his rounded belly. He didn’t think it was too noticeable. Honestly,  people would only notice the four tits stacked in his chest, but Kyle was still feeling self-conscious. He used to be lean and slender, now he was just…fat. In the torso, at least.

Well, Milton never complained. He was more of an enabler, always supplying Kyle with fattening foods and drinks, always encouraging him to pig out. Maybe he thought it would make Kyle’s tits bigger. It was funny how obsessed Milton was. The other day, Kyle had been looking for a spare key, and had found a bottle of pills in the back of Milton’s sock drawer. A quick glance at the label had rendered Kyle stunned. It was a lactation supplement for nursing mothers who couldn’t produce enough breast milk.

Kyle’s first thought was that Milton was drugging him in secret. But upon further study of the bottle, Kyle had realized that it wasn’t even open. Kyle didn’t know what to think. Should he bring it up with Milton?

The revelation had left a lot on Kyle’s mind; a lot to process. But he found more times than not, he avoided decisions. Then again, his inaction usually just led to decisions being made for him. Life was happening, and Kyle was just…going with the flow of things. Numb, and…lost.

“You look great.”

Kyle gasped as strong arms wrapped around him from behind. He hadn’t even heard Milton enter the apartment.

“You look like you have something on your mind,” Milton muttered into the side of his neck.

“Yeah, just…figuring out what I’m doing with my life,” Kyle admitted with a shrug.

“You’re taking it easy. Having fun,” Milton murmured back, now kissing his shoulder. “Isn’t thisfun?”

“Mmmm,” Kyle agreed, eyes closing.

“Why is society so obsessed with productivity? Why not just indulge?”

Kyle was breathing heavily as Milton’s hands slid up to cup Kyle’s lower breasts.

“You save me a snack?” Milton asked.

“I…uh…just pumped,” Kyle responded breathily. His face twitched as Milton squeezed his nipple. “Aren’t we going out?”

“Yeah,” Milton responded. Then his hands relaxed, and slid away. Kyle turned to face him. “Wanted to talk.”

Kyle raised his eyebrows. “Go for it.”

Milton walked over to the dresser, and opened the…the sock drawer. He reached to the back and pulled out the bottle of pills Kyle had discovered there a few days earlier. Then he handed it over to Kyle to examine.

Kyle pretended to study the label. “A…lactation supplement?” he said, trying to appear surprised.

“I don’t want to pressure you. Just wanted to try something new. Embrace your uniqueness. What do you think? Could be fun.”

Kyle swallowed. “I, uh…” He didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t actually entertained the thought of it. But he wanted Milton to be happy. Because Milton made him happy. “Yeah.” Kyle nodded. “We could try it out.”

“Yeah?” Milton’s face broke with excitement.

“Yeah, why not?” Kyle said as Milton pulled him close, his four breasts pressing between them. Milton kissed him thoroughly, then took his hand and guided him to the kitchen.

They found a leftover cupcake from when they ordered in desert the night before. Kyle rolled his eyes at the cheesiness of Milton turning this into some impromptu of celebration. He watched on in amusement as Milton peeled the protective plastic wrap off the lid of the supplement bottle, then opened it, and plucked out a large capsule. With careful fingers, he twisted the capsule apart so that he could pour its contents — a dusty white powder —directly onto the cupcake. Against the chocolate icing, it looked like powdered sugar.

Giving Milton a smile, Kyle lifted the cupcake and took a large bite. He ate it slowly and indulgently, licking his lips clean, then his fingers.

Milton was rapt. “Ready to head out?” he asked, licking his own lips.

“Let me grab my jacket.”

Milton rolled his eyes. “That frumpy thing?”

“You know these babies are for your eyes only. Well, you and your little buddies in the back room.”

“Appreciated,” Milton said cheekily.

-

A couple days later, Kyle was grimacing through a campaign in Mythical Dragon Realm, but his growing discomfort could no longer be ignored. “Sorry guys, I…uh…pee break,” he said into his microphone, quickly disconnecting from the game and onslaught of complaints and curses from his teammates. Kyle shoved his  controller aside as he looked down at his chest, breathing heavily. “Fuck,” he breathed, grunting and fidgeting as his hands grabbed hold of the bottom of his tank top. “God, I think I’m full already.” He had just pumped that afternoon, but each breast already felt bloated full and hot, now pressing into his worn tank top that seemed to have shrunk since he had put it on a couple hours earlier.

Kyle just tried to breathe through it. He didn’t usually pump any time after midday. Milton preferred that Kyle wait till he got home around five-thirty. Milton loved to drain Kyle personally.

Through his wincing face, Kyle threw a glance at the clock on the far side of the living room. Just one hour, he told himself. Well, an hour and a half. In the meantime, he needed to distract himself. Might as well get dressed. Kyle frowned down at his appearance. He was wearing just a tank and boxers, his gut protruding somewhat under the hem of the shirt. He had spent the whole day parked on the couch in front of his video game, lost to the world around him. It was becoming the norm. Kyle shook his head, mildly disgusted with himself. As he stood, his face contorted again, one of his hands unconsciously shooting down to cup stomach. His breasts felt so tight, nipples aching. It took true effort just not to squirt. Kyle panted as he gingerly made his way to the bedroom, mildly irritated by how uncomfortable everything was at that moment.

Yet it still amazed him what the human body was capable of. He could produce a lot of milk these days. And, like, it was food. Actual sustenance. Mammals could liveoff what his body made. It was kind of amazing and also kind of unfortunate that he wasn’t doing something more productive with this unique…skill he had. He should probably look into selling it or donating it, or having it studied, or something. Kyle wasn’t sure, he didn’t know much about this stuff. But his body was constantly generating more, pouring it out, kind of just wasting it. And it was a lot. A lot of product and a lot of work. He always felt overheated and breathless, his body constantly working, desperate to make more and more of it.

Kyle sighed as he pulled a clean shirt over his head. Nothing fancy, just something that was crisp and ironed, with no holes or pink stains from the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches he’d been eating earlier.

He jerked up a pair of jeans, his rounded belly jiggling somewhat with his movements. Kyle wasn’t surprised when he found himself struggling with the button, though this time, he just couldn’t get the sides to connect. He fumbled and strained, and tried to suck in his gut. He grunted and reddened, really trying to squeeze himself into the pants.

Kyle had been wearing sweatpants all week, and he saw the looks Milton gave him. It annoyed Milton even more when Kyle walked around wearing his basketball shorts. Milton was just so posh and prim, and Kyle felt like an offensive slob lately. “Fuck…dammit…” Kyle muttered breathlessly as he leaned on the wall, completely frustrated, but refusing to give up. He tried to compress himself, pack himself in, get the stupid button to close, when he felt a popping sensation that made him gasp and drop the pants.

Kyle clutched his stomach, cupping his navel that – fuck – it was protruding. His normally inwards bellybutton had become an outie somehow. Kyle hugged himself, completely stunned and shaken. “Oh god.” There was no way Milton wouldn’t notice this.