Juiced! Chapter 7 (Patreon)

The older shopping center parking lot was surprisingly well lit when we arrived, with most of the activity surrounding a run down sports bar at one end. I was excited to see the gym was still open and directed Jason towards a parking spot right in front of the main entrance. Only a couple of vehicles were parked near the gym confirming my assumption that the facility was not heavily used at this time of a Saturday night.

I turned towards Jason and grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Let’s go!” I struggled to get out the door of the huge vehicle and waddled towards the entrance to the gym. The handsome man followed.

We were soon inside and both of us looked around. One lone thickly muscular figure was lifting very heavy weights in the far corner of the main room, otherwise the place was empty. I approached the front desk and looked for the blender.

“There it is! The magical portion,” I stated when discovering the special appliance, moved down from its location earlier. And it appeared to be full of the special liquid that had blown up my muscles earlier.

I picked up the container. My good looking friend was carefully watching my every move and I knew what he was thinking.

“This looks like an ordinary protein shake right? Just some regular chocolate protein shake of some brand. Right?”

Jason nodded. “Yeah, what’s so special about that?”

My grin got wider. “You’ll see. Ya want me to get a good pump don’t cha?”

The look on Jason’s face was a mixture of surprise and excitement. “You mean you can get even more pumped than you already are? You’re blown up like some kind of muscle blimp already!”

“Oh, you can never be too big!” I said with a smirk.

“Uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a deep voice called out. We turned to see Mick approaching from one of the offices on the side of the large room.

“Don’t worry man, I’m not going to drink as much as I did before… just a bit to get a little more pumped!”

A small plastic cup was placed on the counter and filled up with the special shake. I raised the small container and stated, “See Mick, just a cup full.”

“Don’t… Stop…,” Mick stated, not very strongly.

“To getting big!” I remarked and then quickly downed the liquid, the blueberry taste again noticeable.

Tossing the paper cup aside, I gestured to Jason. “Now come watch this shit!”

The handsome young man followed me as I waddled towards the incline bench press. “Grab some plates dude!” I demanded. He watched in amazement as we loaded four plates onto each side. I grinned widely. “Just a good warm-up set!”

It took a few seconds to get my hugely swollen body comfortable on the narrow slanted bench, but soon I was ready. I inhaled deeply and in one fairly smooth motion lifted the super heavy bar off the brackets and began to pump out reps. Jason was counting as I repeatedly lowered and fully raised the incredible weight. After twelve repetitions I racked the bar.

Jason was staring at me wide eyed. “HOLY SHIT! THAT’S FUCKIN AMAZING! LOOK, YOUR PECS HAVE SWOLLEN UP!”

I looked down to confirm his statement and a big smile spread across my face. “Yep, I told ya dude,” I began to say then moved my massive arms together to force my pecs up like two bowling balls were resting on my torso. “Impressive, huh?”

“OHMIGOD, FUCK YEAH!” he yelled with excitement. “YOU’RE A FUCKIN BEAST!”

“Let’s do this again!” I was still grinning as I did another set of twelve repetitions followed by a third set, this time of fifteen repetitions. As I racked the bar, each pec felt gigantic, like they were about to hit me in the chin. I glanced over at Jason and saw a puzzled grin on his face.  

“Dude your pecs are fuckin massive! I swear they’ve grown at least a few inches,” he remarked. “But what’s up with your gut?”

“Huh?” I was puzzled by this remark and looked down. And past my giant mounds of pec muscle, it was obvious that my huge gut was swelling up, gradually becoming a larger ball.

I reached towards the belly sphere but my triceps were so tight from the quick muscle pump, I could just barely touch the sides of my gut.

“What’s happening?” I said, partially to myself, and partially to anyone that would listen. “My gut’s swelling up already. That’s not supposed to happen until the end!”

Mick walked into view. “Yeah, that’s the only problem with the blueberry protein shake. Once you drink more than a certain amount, most of the juice goes to your belly. You’re gonna get real big, boy, REAL BIG!”

I glanced down at my already very big belly and then looked back at Mick. “Whaddya mean real big?”

Mick was staring at my incredibly swollen belly and not at my face. He lifted a very muscular arm and scratched his head. “I just hope your gut ball doesn’t pop!”

“Huh? What?” I tried to get up but was having difficulty. “Hey, help me up!” I asked of the two muscular men.

Mick and Jason helped me up from the incline bench and steadied my balance. I staggered a few steps and paused when I had a clear view of my swollen body in one of the large mirrored walls of the gym.

The reflection looked unreal. Every muscle was swollen to a size comparable to a professional bodybuilder. My arms extended out from my sides due to the girth of my triceps and the breadth of my lats. My shirt appeared painted on and had ridden up my distended gut, exposing the protruding belly button.

“Hey check it out,” Jason exclaimed and pointed at me. “He’s bustin’ out of his shirt!” Glancing down at the belly ballooning in front of me didn’t reveal the source of his comment, but a quick look in the mirror did. The seams on the side of my shirt were pulling apart accompanied by a noticeable ripping sound.

The thick powerlifter that had been lifting in the far corner of the gym was now standing next to me. “Damn, he’s a fuckin blimp!” The big man looks at Mick. “How much shake did he drink?”

Mick shook his head. “Too much man… he had a big first one AND drank a second shake when he came back.”

“SHIT! You think his gut can hold all that?” the powerlifter steps towards me and gives my ball gut a poke. “Man, you’re fuckin huge already! And you’re still growing!”

The ripping sound gets louder. Another glance in the mirror reveals that all the seams from the side of the shirt through the top over the shoulder have completely come apart and the pieces of material fall to the floor. My bare torso is now completely revealed.

Jason stands on one side of me and attempts to cup his hand around my massive left pectoral muscle. “DAMMMMNNNN… Check out the size of these pecs… These fuckers are bigger than gallon milk jugs!” The young bodybuilder grinned in amazement.

Meanwhile, the thick powerlifter started poking my belly from the front. “It looks like you’ve swallowed the biggest fit ball we have. How do you feel, man?”

“Ugh,” I started to reply, watching the two guys poke and feel my freakishly swollen body. “So fuckin’ heavy man… I feel so stiff and bloated all over… and even my skin hurts.”

The powerlifter changed his poking of my gut into a rubbing. “Yeah, your skin is so stretched out... it’s so tight!” He turns. “Hey Mick you got any lotion for our muscle blimp here? His skins’ gonna rip if we don’t’ try to soften it up a bit.”

“Yeah there’s some back at my desk.” Mick heads towards his work area and looks over at the powerlifter with a smirk. “Dave, roll big Kevin over here and we’ll put some lotion on that giant gut ball of his before he bursts out of his skin.”

Jason quickly moves over to Mick. Dave slaps my hugely swollen belly and walks towards Mick’s desk. “C’mon, big boy.”

The three men are already gathered around the desk and laugh when they realize I’m only halfway there. “Check it out,” Dave states and points towards me, “Kevin’s so swollen up he can hardly walk!”

I finally join the three guys and look around for the lotion. Mick holds up a large dark bottle. “Well I couldn’t find any lotion so this posing oil will have to do... I think it’ll still work…”

Mick begins to pour a little oil onto the top of my belly shelf. “Hey we shouldn’t just put oil on his overgrown gut ball,” Jason stated. “Look, his skin is stretched out all over. We should put the oil on him everywhere!”

Mick and Dave both grinned at the suggestion. “Sure kid that’s a good idea.” Mick began to rub in the oil into my sore skin covering the top half of the bellysphere. Jason grabbed the bottle and began rubbing oil over my massive pecs. And Dave made my bowling ball delts and freakishly huge arms glisten.

Dave began to laugh. “Damn, this guys so big it’s taken all three of us just to oil him up. Are we gonna have enough oil to cover all of him?” He asked as he rubbed the bottom arc of my gut ball.

“Yeah, this bottle has enough for 5 applications for a normal big bodybuilder so we should be able to get one for Kevin.”

It did feel good to have all of my ridiculously swollen body parts massaged by the three handsome muscular guys. For a moment I almost forgot about how uncomfortably bloated I was.

“Well, l I think we’re finally done. Damn it took a long time to cover all of that body. Check him out guys... he looks like a giant balloon

I waddled a few steps back towards the main part of the gym and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw my body; the new luster of my skin did make my entire body look like an inflated latex balloon. My skin was still tan, but so stretched out it had become a couple of shades lighter. Also a bluish tint was noticeable but only around the giant belly button

“Hey he looks like someone stuck an air hose into Nick Walker during a competition and blew him up big time,” Mick noted. The other two guys laughed. “Kevin looks like the bodybuilder float in the Thanksgiving Day parade!” More laughter followed

Then the look on Dave’s face got more serious. “Shit look at his giant gut… he’s still growing!” I stared into the mirror again and sure enough, the already massive round belly was expanding outward. “How much bigger is he gonna get?”

Now for the first time I was genuinely nervous. “Mick, man, ya gotta do something… make it stop!”

Mick looked concerned, which was not comforting. “Sorry man but I can’t stop it now... it’s just gotta run its course. I don’t think you’re gonna get much bigger though.”

The pressure I felt was incredible... how much could my body take? But only a few seconds after Mick’s statement, Jason was staring at my belly intently. “Hey dudes, looks like Kevin’s stopped swelling up!” the young man noted.

I glanced down at the extremely protruding belly and then back in the mirror to verify Jason’s remark. I breathed a slight sigh of relief when I realized that he was correct.

Jason had a big grin on his face as he continued to stare at me in amazement. “Kev, your belly is ginormous, like you’ve swallowed Jay Cutler whole! I can’t believe how big you are!” He then reached out and gave my gut a slap.

My gut ball responded with a sound that was loud and deeply resonating. Mick’s expression immediately went to concern and shock. “FUCK MAN BE CAREFUL!” He stepped up directly in front of my ridiculously protruding belly and stared closely at it. “He’s about to pop. We gotta drain him before his belly bursts!”

Now I started getting more worried. My belly definitely felt like it was going to explode at any second as the pressure was unbelievably intense. And the golf ball sized belly button I could see in my reflection certainly confirmed the incredible force pushing from within the gut ball.

“D-d-drain me?” I asked nervously, and then very gently put my hand on top of the bellysphere. “How are we going to do that?”

Mick still had a serious look on his face. “There’s a way... but we need to do it back at my place.” He examined my enormous ball. “We just need to get you over there without your belly bursting!”

“Hey I can help?” Dave asked right away. “Sure, we’ll need it,” Mick stated with what seemed to be a slight grin.

“Dude, how are you going to get him to your house?” Jason wondered. “His belly is too big to fit in any car or truck. Ya got an empty eighteen wheeler?”

I looked down at my ball gut and back into the mirror. Jason was right, I thought. What will I fit into?

“Okay Blimp Belly, lets go,” Mick said and started walking towards the front of the gym. It made me a little nervous even to take one step with such a dangerously overinflated belly. Gingerly I began to walk and was making slow progress towards the gym entrance. The three men were amused at my careful waddle. “Damn Michelin man you’re barely even movin... ya gotta pick it up or we’ll never get you deflated!”

Reacting to their comment, I attempted to move a little faster. Then it happened. My big boot caught on a dumbbell on the floor of the gym and I began to topple forward.

“OH SHIIIITTTTTT-T-T-T…” This was the end. When my gigantic overfilled belly hit the floor surely I’d explode.

But the big powerlifter Dave grabbed my left side and was able to steady my obscenely swollen body before I went over too far. Mick came rushing back... “FUCK that was close!” He rubbed the top of my gut ball. “You fall forward and BAM! This fucker pops like an overinflated water balloon hitting a concrete sidewalk! You gotta be more careful with your gut ball man!”

“He can’t see nothing in front of him,” Dave remarked and patted the most distended part of my giant belly. “That’s what happened. His gut sticks out so far it completely blocks his view!”

Mick moved over to my left side and put his hand under my protruding belly. He turned to the big guy on my right. “Dave, just put your hand under his gut ball and we’ll guide him out to the truck.”

The two men lifted and steered my grossly oversized belly through the gym and towards the front door. Jason has moved ahead of us and opened both of the two doors that were the main entrance to the gym. He grinned. “Good thing you got double doors here or we’d never be able to get him out!” The two burly men managed to maneuver my mega swollen body through the doors and on to the sidewalk in front of the building.

“Now what?” Jason asked.

To be continued