"Juiced!" by BeefyJustin-Planetbelly, chapter 4 (Patreon)

As we walked around the booth, he described how his partner, his brother, was experienced with getting bodybuilders lean for competitions and that he could help me. As we turned the corner, I saw another handsome muscular man that did look a lot like Mark, although he was clean shaven, whereas his brother was clean shaven.

“Jeff, this is Kevin,” Mark introduced us and continued. “He helped me close a sale so I thought you could help him get his huge gut under control.” Jeff and I shook hands. “So whaddya think?” Mark asked his brother and partner.

“DAMN,” he replied and began to poke my very protruding belly. “I ain’t never seen a gut stick out like this. What’s in here?”

His brother laughed and turned to me. “Hey, that kid was right. It does look like you’ve swallowed a medicine ball. If we could just get that medicine ball out of your stomach, you’d be lean again!”

Jeff smiled and replied,, “If only it was that easy,” he paused. “Now let me check this thing out.” The good looking bodybuilder examined my rounded gut from all angles and poked the top, the sides and the underneath.

“This fucker is tight,” he noted, then looked me directly in the eyes. “How long you been blown up like this?”

“Uh, not too long,” I replied. “It seemed to happen quick, like one day I woke up and was huge.”

Of course it did happen incredibly fast, but I didn’t mention that it grew this big in a matter of minutes.

“Has your belly button always been that big?” he pointed towards my outie navel that looked like a walnut was under my shirt.

“No, that, uh, seemed to happen recently... I used to have a slight outie but it didn’t stick out like that.”

“So what does that mean?” Mark asked of his expert brother. Jeff grinned and replied, “It means the baby’s due any day now!” Both bodybuilders laughed and gave my big gut a pat.

“You think he’s just holding water?” Mark wondered as he continued to rub my belly in circles.

“HAHA!  His entire twenty five foot long intestine would have to be the size of a fire hose to be pushing his gut out that much!” Mark´s brother started pressing in on the top of my belly sphere. “There’s definitely a lot of bloat going on here, but that can’t be completely responsible for a ball this size.” He looked back at me. “You’re takin’ insulin along with the gh right?”

“Yeah,” I answered back. Although I really wasn’t, I knew where he was headed with his line of questioning and my freakishly oversized gut needed some kind of logical explanation.

“Well, even though your huge gut is firm, I’ll bet there’s a lot of fat underneath the muscle and that’s part of the reason your belly sticks out so far.”

Jeff then stepped away and picked up a couple of items from a shelf behind him. “Here’s something for ya. One’s a fat burner, to help you lose all that fat that’s behind the muscle and the other’s a diuretic to get that water out of you. That should help to deflate down your gut balloon.”

“Thanks guys for your help ” I stated, then continued. “Uh, but how ‘bout one more favor? I haven’t eaten in over an hour and I need some protein. Ya got a protein shake or something I could have?”

“SHIT, man,” Jeff answered, “You don’t need to eat so often!  I know you big guys are paranoid about losing your muscle but you’re a fuckin’ mountain!” The handsome man puts one hand on my back and the other on my chest. “Dude, look how thick you are.. Like a fuckin’ WALL of muscle!  I know you had to stuff yourself like crazy to gain this much but you don’t need to do it anymore ” His hand slides off my protruding left pec and down to the top of my giant gut.

“You can’t keep eating like a hog. This fucker gets any bigger and you won’t be able to move!”

Mark grinned. “Yeah, but one little protein shake won’t hurt,” he suggested. “I’ve got something for ya.”

The goatteed brother went to the other side of the booth, mixed something in a blender and returned with a tall Styrofoam cup. “Try this.. It’s a new protein shake formula we’re working on.. A lot of high quality protein but with a great taste!”

A smile crossed my face as I took the cup and could already smell the chocolate flavor. “Thanks guys,” I stated. “You gonna be around later? Let me pick up the rest of this on my way out. Then I don’t have to carry it around.”

Jeff’s hand was still on my protruding belly. “Yeah, you’re carrying around a lot already ” he exclaimed and gave my giant gut a hard slap. “Just don’t forget to come back. Ya gotta get this fucker under control before it pins ya!”

I shook hands with both guys and walked down the hallway towards my next appointment. My dick was hard after the two studs touched, poked and discussed my huge gut. Sipping the shake as I continued past the booths, the crowds thinned. The excitement was building, not only over the attention paid to my oversized belly, but for my next meeting. An opportunity that most people do not get was awaiting me.. A chance to speak with my hero, Art Atwood.

Art was one of the biggest professional bodybuilders and was known for having freakishly large pecs. Some were critical that his mid-section had significantly thickened as the rest of his body grew, but I didn’t mind this. Art’s overall massive size had made him one of my favorites and now I was going to get to interview him.

Art was staying in the hotel connected to the convention center, and as I entered the atrium that divided the two structures, the bodybuilding crowd had been replaced by mostly regular folks. The protein shake was delicious, with a rare real chocolate taste missing in most such mixtures. A hint of mint was detected especially in the aftertaste. The last drop of the thick liquid had been drained and I tossed the empty cup into a trash canister near the lobby.

The door to the elevators opened and I approached, but stopped when the car appeared completely full. Smiling, I waved the group on suggesting I would take the next one. A thickly muscular man, older and wearing a yellow polo shirt, stared at my body for several seconds before the doors closed. ‘He’s a big guy, but he hasn’t seen anything like me,’ I thought to myself.

Another set of doors opened and I stepped inside and pushed the button for the 30th floor. The mint aftertaste had remained in my mouth although there was another slight flavor that I couldn’t place. The doors closed with a ‘bing” and it was as if the sound had triggered a repressed memory and the identity of the flavor was revealed - blueberry!

Instantly a weird feeling came over me, just like I had back in the gym a couple of hours ago. The thought immediately struck that I’d better stop the elevator, get out and do some exercises so that the blueberry shake induced growth would go to my muscles. But the next floor indicated on the panel was number 30. ‘SHIT,’ I said to myself, this must be an express elevator, so it can’t be stopped. ‘But it sure isn’t going very fast.’

Then there was a sound. A sound that a balloon makes as it’s being inflated. Looking down, the source was obvious. My large rounded belly was swelling, growing out in every direction. The perfectly spherical shape didn’t change, just expanded into a larger ball. My shirt and jeans were getting tighter and I could feel the increased weight.

The expansion stopped as quick as it had begun. My breathing was a little faster than normal and I tried to take a few deep inhales to bring it back down. My gaze was still directly on my now larger gut sphere. The big ball was now several inches bigger around, and blocked more of my view of the floor. The elevator stopped and again the ‘bing’ seemed to bring me back into focus. I staggered through the doors and into a large, carpeted foyer. The decor was traditional, with white paneled walls and wainscoting, and a few pieces of dark wood furniture. Each end of the foyer opened into a hallway, a standard architectural design of most hotels.

Looking towards my right, I attempted to locate an indicator of which room was down that particular hall. But a sign of any sort was not visible. Just then I heard another ‘bing’.

“DAMN, son, you better take some Rolaids or Gas-X!” a loud masculine voice stated. Turning, I saw the man that was on the other elevator. In full view, he was even more muscular than I originally noticed, with a well-developed chest and broad shoulders more than filling out his yellow polo shirt. He stepped towards me.

“Huh?” I asked, not paying attention to what he said.

“Your gut, son... It’s blowin’ up like a fuckin balloon!” he responded, with a smirk. “You fillin’ up with gas or somethin’?”

“Uh, no, I’m ok.”

“OK? SHIT! You swallow a bunch of compressed air capsules? Your whole body looks like it’s been inflated!

“Nah, it’s just a little...” I began to say, before he got close to me and grabbed my outie belly button. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Hey, take it easy!  I’ve found the valve for your belly balloon here, just trying to find the stem so I can let the air outta this thing before you pop!” The muscular man gives my very rounded gut a slap.

“Shit, that ain’t a valve, it’s just an outie, man, leave it alone!” I demanded.

“Ahh, okay, I get it,” he states and then steps to my side and looks behind me. “You’re a back door man, ehh? One of your bodybuilder buddies stuck an air hose in your ass and turned it on full blast, huh?” The thick man pats the side of my belly ball. “Damn, he shouldn’t have left it in ya so long ” He moved his hand up to my pecs. “You’re about to bust out all over!”

Although I did enjoy all the attention to my belly and my chest, I didn’t want to be late to my appointment with my idol.

I grinned. “Nah, I’m not inflated.. Just a little too much muscle, that’s all.” Slapping his huge right shoulder I added, “Maybe you should do a little weight training... add some muscle yourself.”

The big man laughed. “Yeah, maybe I should,” he replied and began to walk away. “And maybe you should unhook the air hose before you float away."

As I watched his broad back turn down the hallway, the sign indicating the direction of the rooms, finally came into view. I started towards the room and my highly anticipated appointment.

To be continued.