Juiced! Chapter 8 (Patreon)

“Ok, now we gotta get him into the truck,” Mick noted then moved his hand from underneath my belly to a more visible position on top of it. He started to pat the big orb. “This fucker aint gonna fit in the cab… look how fuckin’ gigantic it is! So our only choice is to lay him down in the bed of the truck… and then be careful of low bridges!” he laughed as he said this and moved his hand down to the front of my belly swell.

Mick gestured towards a big red Ford F-350 pick up parked only about 10 feet away and continued to instruct. “Jason, open the tailgate, and we’ll steer our Muscle Blimp over there.”

The two very muscular men then resumed their procedure to assist me with walking while minimizing the chance I’d fall and burst. After we reached the edge of the truck Dave began to gently feel my belly all around. “Damn, this fucker is so tight!” He turned to Mick. “So how are we going to get him up into the truck? He’s still so close to exploding we gotta be careful!”

“I think we can just lay him down and as long as he’s on his back he’ll be ok.” Mick instructed me to turn away from the truck and back up. He guided me towards the tailgate. “Now sit down big guy.”

Following his instructions led to an interesting experience. Immediately after I sat down, the sheer size of my gut ball forced me backwards until I was lying flat on my back, giant spherical stomach towering up into the night air. I attempted to get up but was pinned by the incredibly heavy belly. Looking around, I could see Mick standing off to one side but neither Dave nor Jason was visible. Both must be on the dark side of my belly planet.

“Hey look he’s beached... like a pregnant whale!” I heard Dave say then laugh. “Look how much his gut ball sticks up!” Dave was actually blocked from my view by my towering belly.

Mick grinned. “Yeah, but his legs are still hangin’ over the tailgate. We gotta get that belly mountain further back into the truck.” Mick pointed to the other side of the truck and shortly I could see Dave appear from around the gut mound. “We’ll have to just drag the blimp further into the truck.”

Each very strong man grabbed one of my thickly muscular arms and began to pull, but my body barely moved. “SHIT! He barely budges! He must weigh a fuckin ton!” Both men continued to grunt and strain as they attempted to move my overfilled body. “Grab around the shoulder…” Mick grunted, “And PULL!”

A better grip and the increased effort was enough to pull me completely into the truck. Both big guys were breathing hard after the successful move. “DAMN! I’ve still got the record bench at the gym and moving Kevin’s gutball was still hard as hell!,” Dave exclaimed.

“Yeah. That’s because he’s gotta weigh close to 500 pounds!” Mick replied. My eyes widened when I heard this. Could I really weigh that much, I thought to myself. I lifted my head up to examine the size of my grossly inflated belly. The shear circumference of the tan sphere was unbelievable so maybe Mick’s estimate of my weight wasn’t too far off after all.

Mick gestured towards the end of the truck, hidden from my view by my towering belly mountain. “Hey, Jason, why don’t you ride back here with your blimped up buddy and Dave can ride with me up front?” The gym owner suggested. “There’s plenty of room for you in the back seat but just in case something happens to the big guys’ giant gut you can let us know.”

“Sure,” I heard the young man reply then saw him come into view as he climbed up into the truck bed. A big grin spread across his face. “DAMN dude, you take up the whole fuckin bed! You look like you’re about to give birth to a calf!”

The two other men laughed at this remark and got into the big cab. Soon we were pulling out of the parking lot and onto a main street. “Hey take it easy when you turn dude,” Jason yelled through the open back window. “Don’t want to shake the fuckin blimp up, you might cause and explosion!”

He looked back at me. “So how do you feel man? I thought your belly was huge before, I never would have guessed it was possible for a man’s gut to get this size!”

“Uggghhhh, it’s like...” I began to speak but was interrupted by Jason. “UH OH! RAILROAD TRACKS.” He leaned towards the open window. “GO SLOW!” Mick wasn’t going very fast but there was a noticeable rise and fall of the truck accompanied by a loud scraping sound.

“SHIT WE HIT BOTTOM!” Jason yelled out, and then grinned even wider. “Must be all that weight back here!”

“HEY SORRY ABOUT THAT! HOWS THE BLIMP?” Mick yelled from the front. “HE’S OK. HIS GUT BALL HARDLY MOVED. IT’S SO HEAVY LIKE HE SWALLOWED A MASSIVE WRECKING BALL!”

Fortunately it was a short drive to Mick’s place. It took a significant effort from all three men to lift my obscenely swollen body out of the truck bed. Every ounce of the incredible strength of Mick and Dave was absolutely necessary to get me on my feet and waddling into Mick’s house.

Another good stroke of luck was that the gym owner's home was an old fashioned ranch style. A one story brick home neatly landscaped and well maintained. Most important to me though was that there were no stairs and literally only a two to three inch rise from the concrete floor of the front porch to the hardwood floor of the foyer.

Again the two beefy men were helping carry my belly as I waddled in. “Let’s steer him back this way,” Mick noted, and gestured off to his right. “Into the family room.” We entered the large room which featured a stone fireplace and paneled walls at one end of the room. Two sliding glass doors looked out onto a patio though it was too dark to see much. The rest of the walls were standard plaster painted a pleasant neutral light gold color. Clearly a 70s era floor plan and style but many features had been updated to fit the modern lifestyle.

Mick and Dave stopped and left me standing in the middle of the room, my enormous bare belly sticking out like a beach ball glued to my torso. “So how are you going to deflate his swollen belly?” Jason asked. Both burly bodybuilders grin. “Oh that’s gonna be the best part!” Dave replied.

“First we gotta take his jeans off,” Mick noted. “That shouldn’t be too hard considering the seams are about to burst at any second.” I looked down to verify his remark, but couldn’t see anything past the belly sphere in any direction. “Hey, we should remove his boots too!” Dave suggested.

Mick laughed and turned to me. “I didn’t know you still had your boots on, Muscle Blimp. I guess I couldn’t see them past your gut!” Dave laughed too. “Yeah, not only is his belly so huge it blocks his view of his boots, it blocks ours too!”

“Hey Jason, get down there and pull the boots of our balloon bellied bodybuilder. We’ll lift up a leg and you pull the boot off.” Quickly the young man disappeared below the equator of my belly planet. I could fell a tugging then some relief as the hot sweaty boot was removed. The procedure was repeated on the other side. Then Jason popped up just beyond the curve of my gut ball with the two boots in his hand. “Check these out guys… his calves grew so much the boots got stretched out!”

The men smiled then Mick spoke. “Pull off those shredded jeans and then he’ll be ready.” Jason again disappeared beneath my gutball and soon I felt fresh air on my legs, ass and balls. The young man stood holding the jeans, ripped along all of the seams and without any buttons still attached. “He sure blew out of these!” the handsome man remarked. He tossed the jeans aside and looked back at my mega swollen form. “So how are we gonna drain him?”

The other two men smiled wide. Mick walked into the huge eat-in kitchen and gestured for me to follow. “C’mon in here blimp. This might get a little messy!” I slowly followed the big man carefully maneuvering my giant gut around the furniture and the edge of the counter. When I reached the middle of the kitchen, Mick immediately began massaging my super bloated belly. He was very gentle, clearly being careful not to exert too much pressure on the grossly overfilled stomach. The sensation was both relaxing and arousing... my giant belly was so sensitive that the tender touches were now turning me on.

Dave then joined in, massaging my belly on the side. His focus was on one of the bowed out sides of the giant balloon, while Mick centered his attention on the incredibly protruding, though still not visible to me, belly button. Mick was definitely hitting my sweet spot and I just softly moaned at their attention.

“Is he getting hard?” Mick asked and gestured to Jason to check. Of course neither man could see my dick past the incredibly distended belly so the young man was sent on his mission. He disappeared below my belly’s horizon and then I heard a whistle. “DAMN, he’s hard alright. Looks like a baseball bat sticking out under a jumbo exercise ball!”

My moans got louder. “Oh yeah he’s about to explode!” Mick noted, as he continued the sensuous rubbing. “Let me go first!” Dave asked. Mick grinned and replied. “Sure, they’ll be plenty for all of us!”

The big powerlifter quickly pulled down his workout pants and bent over onto the floor, sticking his big bubble butt up into the air. Mick started to guide me towards the muscle man’s ass. “Okay, this is going to be a bit tricky at first, cause his belly’s so freakishly huge, but I think we can get it to work.”

Mick didn’t stop his gentle massaging as he steered me over Dave. “Ok man,” he grinned, “FILL “EM UP!” With some assistance from Mick I was able to stick my huge cock into the muscle man's bulbous ass. Instantly I felt a burst of pressure being released. Dave yelled out then settled into a pattern of loud moans. The painful pressure inside my body was slowly diminishing. The sensation of complete ecstasy was enhanced by my knowing I was filling up this other huge muscleman.

So it was initially very disappointing when Mick said that I had to stop. He quickly reassured me that this was just temporary. It was challenging to pull back but I did manage to stop the flow. My belly was still huge but it had definitely deflated. Big Dave staggered up and turned to face us. My jaw dropped when I noticed his belly had swollen causing his shirt to ride up. The thick powerlifter was drenched in sweat and his face was red.

“AWESOME, MAN, JUST FUCKIN AWESOME!” he stated and rubbed his swollen stomach. “You filled me up good, man. I’ve never gotten this much this fast!”

“So is that permanent?” I asked as I pointed to Dave’s distended belly. He continued to rub it as he replied. .”Nah, just temporary. But it sure feels fuckin good for a while!”

Mick grinned. “My turn!” The muscular gym owner bent down over a chair and provided his bare ass to me as well. Again a muscular bubble butt was my target.  Dave helped situate me as although my belly was smaller, I still couldn’t’ see much beyond it. Mick yelled at impact as well and took my juice for what seemed like an hour. The lightened weight allowed me to move a little better so I could thrust and relax thrust and relax, giving Mick an even more exhilarating experience. Eventually Dave pulled me off and I managed to shut down the juice fire hose again.

It was sure funny to see Mick stagger up and sport a big protruding belly even larger than Dave’s. He rubbed the newly swollen gut and grinned. “DAMN you had a lot in ya! I thought I was the one that was going to pop!” He stumbled over to us. “So Jason, you up for a session? You think you can handle the big boy here?”

The young man’s eyes were as big as saucers. “Ohmigod, DUDE of course! Let’s go!” He walked over to one of the wooden breakfast table chairs and started to pull his jeans off. My belly was again noticeably smaller, but still too big to mount the young man without him leaning over to allow for belly room.

“I’m ready!” Jason stated. “I’m not a pussy like you big guys I can take it like a man!” he stated. But when my massive penis entered his asshole, he squealed like a teenage girl. This drew hearty laughs from both big bloated muscle men.

Mick didn’t let me fill up Jason too much as he was afraid the young man couldn’t take it. He stood up and showed off his own swollen belly. It wasn’t as big as either Mick or Dave’s but on his smaller frame it definitely was noticeable.

Now all four of us had rounded swollen bellies that just had to be rubbed. Even with the significant deflation, my gutball was still much bigger than the others, and my muscles were still over pumped as well. Mick with his hand on his round muscle gut turned to Dave. “So you ready for another round?” Dave nodded and grinned.

Sunlight was streaming through the window covered in only sheer curtains. Where am I was the first thought to cross my groggy head. Slowly the room came into focus… a queen sized bed and a few pieces of standard wooden bedroom furniture, including a dresser and chest of drawers. It dawned on me that I was still at Mick’s house and must be in the guest bedroom. My head was clearing rapidly now... what a day and night it had been! Immediately I thought of my body... what did it look like now? Lifting my head up gave me a good view. My muscles were still huge, much bigger than I had been a couple of days ago. I loved the feeling of the added weight of my arms and the size of my flexed bicep. My belly was huge and round, but about the size it was after the initial inflation and not nearly as big as when we first arrived at Mick’s house. It even looked like there was a hint of abdominal definition across the mound. My hand instantly went to the protruding ball. It felt firm but not full. Actually, I was hungry.

The door opened and in walked Mick with a big smile. “Hey big guy how’re you feeling? You’re looking gorgeous ya know!” I returned the smile. “Yeah, I’m feeling good. Not bloated at all really!”

He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. He starts to pat my big belly. “Yeah, you’re completely drained now. This ain’t juice anymore, this is all you!”

“Really?” I grin. “COOL! Now I am one of the big boys!”

“You sure are buddy,” he replies. “So you up for some breakfast? Got something special today!”

“Special?”

“Yeah, it’s your day… Belly Expansion Day!” he states and pats my oversized gut ball. “So I’ve got something just for you!”

“Oh yeah?” I responded .”What’s that?”

He winks. “Blueberry pancakes.”

My grin widens.

The end