Bob’s Gaining Journey - Part 7 (Patreon)

After a few months of training, my legs were visibly stronger. They were huge. Like concrete beams supporting a large building. I was finally confident that I could continue to live my life at that size. I was overjoyed.

Oscar continued to push my muscle training further. My legs and arms were almost as big as his (mostly because of the thick layer of fat, but still). He loved watching me lift, maybe a bit too much. One day, he just went too far. The training drained me of my energy. I was on the floor, panting and moaning. “Damn, sorry big guy! You were doing so great, I got ahead of myself and demanded too much of you today. Hey, if you want, we have a hot tub in the back, maybe it will help you recover.”

I lifted myself up with all my remaining energy, happy that it would be the last effort of the day. The idea of a hot tub sounded nice. But first, I took a fully deserved cold shower to cool off my streaming body.

As always, the eyes of everyone in the showers were on me. Some were intimidated, some were just curious to see how I could wash myself, seeing that my arms couldn’t reach around at all. My fat body was filling the shower booth wall to wall, and my spherical belly was protruding out of it by at least 2 feet.

All clean, I went to the back of the gym, to the hot tub. I lifted my blubbery middle as high as I could, and thanks to my stronger legs, I could enter the hot tub all by myself. I was standing in the middle of it: the water was already rising dangerously high and I was still lifting my belly in the air, it wasn’t even wet yet. I saw Oscar smiling at me. “Go ahead, sit!”, he said. I let my belly go and slowly sat down: gallons of water was pushed out of the tub and would continue to do so until my fat ass was touching the bottom. The sheer amount of water escaping the tub made me realize just how much space I was taking.

“I bet you love hot tubs, it must feel so great on that big fat belly of yours”, he said.
“I have a pool at home, I never tried that before.”
“Oh my, you’re in for a treat. I want to see your face when I turn it on!”

He flipped the switch, and - oh boy he was right. I felt every single one of the 40 jets massaging my humongous belly. I almost came on the spot.

“Feels good, right?”
“Oooohhhh yeah! It’s like I’m surrounded by masseurs, taking care of every inch of my body. It’s amazing. Only the front of my belly is too far from the jets to feel it.”

“Do you want me to get in and take care of it?”
“You think we both fit in there?”
“Only one way to know.”

There were no more than 12 inches of space left in the tub, but Oscar squeezed himself anyway. As he entered, I could feel his legs and arms clutching around my belly, then slowly slide down into the hole. More water was pushed outside. He was almost done, but his butt and his gut were too thick to slide any further. “Could you…”, he said. I sucked my belly in as far as I could, and he instantly fell on his butt at the bottom of the tub. We were both in.

I relaxed my belly and felt it push into him like memory foam. It needed to expand further, but his solid muscle body wouldn’t let me crush him. The swelling continued but upward and outward.

“Hey, I can take more space too, you know!”, the bodybuilder said. He pushed his abs out, inflating his belly into mine, and it knocked the air out of my lungs.

“Oooooooooffff! Oh man, that belly is strong! But not as impressive as mine!” I inflated myself too, playing his game. It became a showdown of raw gut strength. We groaned and inflated into each other to the point where we both feel like we were about to explode from the pressure, and the pleasure. You could hear the sound of the gurgling stomach and wet rubbery flesh rubbing together.

The deep hole that was my belly button was pressed hard against his crotch. What was bound to happen, happened: the pressure, movement, and underwater suction made my navel swallow his cock like a vacuum. He expelled a moan of surprise, then I could feel it swell against the inner walls of my belly button. It enlarged and kept elongating deeper and deeper inside me, to the point where it filled the entire tunnel and was stretching it from the inside. Damn Oscar, how big is that thing?

I was getting hard myself. My body was compressed, and my dick was trapped between my belly and my fat pad. We continued to rock our bodies and squeeze them against one another.

Oscar was roaring like an untamed beast as the suction in my belly button was giving him the best blow job of his life. It was so pleasurable for him that his hands on the side of my belly squeezed it harder and harder. It put more pressure on his dick inside my navel, and more on mine as the fat could only redistribute on the top and the bottom of the sphere. He was gonna pop me like a cheap balloon. Until…

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH”

Oscar came into my belly button like a fire hose. He was so tight in there that the cum couldn’t escape. He was inflating me. He continues to scream for half a minute and squeezes my belly harder and harder. I was gonna...

“BUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!”

Once again, my stomach launched its best defense again popping, a mega belch that helped reduce the pressure inside me. I came at the same time.

Boy, what an experience.

We laughed, then relaxed, then slowly fell asleep from the tiredness of that morning training. The sensation of having a giant like him enveloping my belly while caressing it was the best feeling in the world.

To be continued.