James' gomad - chapter 3 (Patreon)

The improved taste of the mixture had a nice side effect: James was now chugging each serving quickly, losing track of how many bottles he drank. His enlarged stomach and elastic abs was making it a lot easier than the first few days. His secret encourager took that opportunity to add more milk to each serving. He even swapped the bottle for a 2 liter. It was now a quadruple GOMAD.

James didn’t notice the change at all. In fact, he stopped counting the bottles. He still felt the stretch and the bloat, but didn’t make much of it, not knowing that it was due to the fact that he was the quantity was double the amount. He would just chug the entire thing in one go every time his boyfriend would show up. With a smile in the morning, with a sleepy bloated face and an immense belly before bed.

While he was gaining before, the weight gainer powder added to the milk had completely changed his body’s response. He was now literally piling on the pounds.

It’s important to know that there was an explanation behind his years-long plateau. He had reached the biggest practical size he could to keep his mobility, so this whole time, his body had been actively fighting against any kind of gains. But the thousands of calories per day during this GOMAD confused it, until it finally accepted to let go and allow him to grow once more. His body thought that a catastrophic event had happened, and that James was signaling it to store enough fat to hibernate through a whole winter (or two).

He had finally unlocked his way to the next level. That day, he was surprised to see that a visit to the bathroom was no longer necessary. He wasn’t constipated: he was absorbing every gram of food that was entering him. He just needed to piss once in a while to empty his record-size bladder, even though his body was retaining water like a sponge. He was a walking fat factory.

His core remained the 75 inches ball of solid abs it had been for the last few days, but it was being enveloped by a thickening layer of soft fat.

The transformation was spectacular. He was visibly fatter by the day, his gigantic meals seemingly pilling on inside him, blowing him up a notch bigger every single time. Better yet, the milk was helping him with the muscle gains: he was finally breaking his plateau.

The video compilation of that week of gain went viral. Nobody was ready for this bigger version of him: he was back in the game. Most people were shocked by the round belly he now possessed at all times, but the criticism was kept to a minimum, thanks to the million times James specified that the belly is a normal part of the bulk and would be gone in the months after the GOMAD. To be fair, a large portion of the audience liked how massive he was getting, and the fat only helped.

His attitude toward the bloat changed when he saw all the positive comments and the thousands of new subscribers every day. Luke's plan was working. Plus, it would become sort of a “fit to fat to fit” series, so he didn’t care anymore about how fat he was becoming, because it would make the post-GOMAD transformation even more impressive.

During his life as a gym rat, he never really felt his transformation into a muscle freak. The gains were so slow, over so many years, that he would only see the changes through photo comparisons. But with fat, and for the very first time in his life, he could FEEL himself growing.

Enlarging.

Thickening.

Fattening.
Getting heavier. So much heavier.
Every. Single. Day.

That change didn’t required thousands of hours of rigorous training: it’s was quite the opposite. He only had to let himself go. Better yet, he could grow even faster by doing one of the most pleasant activity you could do in life: eating anything you want.

He felt in control, and he knew exactly what he had to do to get even bigger. His gainer tendencies were still only living in his subconscious: even thought he was ignoring those thoughts, it was clear that from now on, he wouldn’t do anything to stop himself from getting fat either.

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The plan was working tremendously: James was ballooning to record sizes, like the number of subscribers. He was becoming a real buzz on the internet. A few days went by without hearing any complaints from James, so Luke pushed the plan further. In each 2 liter bottle, he would swap 500 ml of whole milk for heavy cream. He knew that James would notice, so he threw in another lie. Something about a new milk brand, and a new chocolate powder.

That’s a few more thousand of calories each day. That change of taste was the perfect occasion to add some things to the mix.

Creatine. It will cause him to retain water. With 14 liters of liquid consumed each day, he was about to turn into a water balloon.

Even more weight gainer. Two large, overfilled spoons each time. It will make him swell like dough.

Watching James working out with his new overblown powerlifter body was amazing. Every single part of him would bounce at the slightest movement. Each stomp during jumping jack would make the entire house shake. He was sweating like a pig, glistening so much that you could be blinded by the light reflecting on his body.

The creatine worked as planned: his muscles were soaking the liquid like a sponge. After each workout session, they were blown up a notch bigger, as if they had been inflated with an air pump. The added fat and the huge belly were making him truly intimidating. He was enormous. The changes were incredible.

His pecs were looking particularly big this week. Maybe it was the water weight from the creatine, maybe it was the added layer of fat that make them look so big, or maybe it was his immense round belly that pushed them higher than ever. Or so they thought…

As always, James would finish his day lying on the couch, tired by his training, stuffed full from his supper, and swelled by the last few liters of milk and the gas they produce.

Today though, he seems more affected than usual.

J: “Ooof… Man, I can’t move. So bloated… Even my pecs hurt… They feel so…big!”

L: “Yeah, the bulk is working like a charm! They are bigger than melons! Only a bottle to go!”

He plugged the bottle inside the bull’s mouth as if he was feeding a baby. 14th liter of the day.
But after a while, James' breathing was accelerated. Something was wrong.

J: “Oooofff. It hurts!! Oh god, it hurt so bad!!”
L: “Yeah, that belly is so full, I bet it hurts…”

J: “No… My chest…”

Luke panicked. He thought that James was doing a heart attack. Did he push him too far? But then he saw it… The nipples under his gigantic pecs were erected, and from them, drops of milk were slowly coming out.

J: “My pecs… They feel so…full! The pressure… You… gotta… do…something…”

L: “Damn... I read online that the estrogen in the milk could induce male lactation. I thought it was a hoax…”

The boyfriend lost control. He jumped on James and sucked the milk like a baby. As if a valve was turned, a geyser erupted in his mouth. He swallowed, and swallowed, endlessly, as the big bull emitted moans of relief.

When the liquid stopped flowing, he went to the second pec and did the same thing. Luke's tiny body was inflating from his boyfriend’s milk. Finally, both of the milky tits were empty. They didn’t deflate much, showing just how much pressure was building inside them.

Luke on the other end, was about to burst from his shirt. He just sucked more than a gallon of his boyfriend's milk and had the belly to show it. He never felt so full in his life. They looked at each other, puzzled about this strange event, wondering if it would happen frequently. James was kinda turned on by the fact that he inflated his boyfriend with his own milk, like a reversal of the roles, a small taste of what he was enduring.

J: “Oh shit, I’m sorry! I almost popped you with my milk. Are you ok?”
L: “Ooooooohhhhhhh. Damn. I think I drank… a whole gallon. I guess I know how you feel now…”
J: “Ha ha yeah. Come here, it’s my time to give you a belly rub.”

James put his giant paw on his boyfriend's balloon belly, covering most of its surface. Luke moaned in pleasure. They caressed each other for a while, and both fell asleep in the living room.

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At the end of those two weeks of gaining, James had blown up even more. Like an Incredible Hulk on steroids, he was adding meat onto his frame at an amazing pace, getting scarily huge. He still had his solid muscle core, but it was now buried deep under a thick wall of blubber. His entire body was bouncy and soft, like a gigantic gummy bear. One time, he tried to lay down on his stomach for a gym exercise, and he couldn’t believe what happened. He felt like he had a jumbo fitness ball under him. His round belly was squished and it expanded at least a foot in all directions, but still, he couldn’t touch the ground with both his feet and his hands. He realized that it wouldn’t take long before he would float on top of it while neither could touch the ground. He felt just how immense and massive his belly was, and for a brief moment, he try to imagine himself even fatter.

Before the GOMAD, the shower had always been a snug fit for his bodybuilder body, but in a matter of days, he grew so much that he couldn’t even fit his belly in. Every day, he would go outside and be hosed down like an elephant to remove the salty layer of sweat enrobing him. Luke would use several towels to dry the mountainous man.

They were lucky that the YouTube camera setup was in the gym, which had a high ceiling and a large garage door because James couldn’t fit some of the house's smallest doorways and corridors.

Every eyes were on him. The bodybuilding community was curious to watch how far that famous hunk would take his bulk session, if he’ll be able to lose the weight afterward, and what would be the result of this GOMAD experiment. The gainer community was also watching, drooling at this extreme fantasy of watching a hulk-like man literally fattening up bigger and bigger every single day. Soon the gainers would become the majority of his viewers, and the comment section was more and more positive about his gains. And so he was.

(to be continued…)