Juiced! Chapter 5 (Patreon)

A simple sign stated “Mr. Atwood” so I opened the nearby door and entered the hotel suite. The entry room was decorated in a traditional high end style, with dark wood furniture, replicas of famous paintings on the walls and a tall tropical plant in each corner.

A young man was sitting behind the large ornate wooden desk, looking down at some papers. It was apparent that he was into bodybuilding, as his blue, short sleeved polo shirt perfectly highlighted a muscular lean build.

“Hey,” I stated, “I’m here to see Mr. Atwood.”

He looked up and a big smile spread across his model handsome face. “Hi! Great to see you! I’m Jason.” We shook hands as I continued to stare at him, caught up in how gorgeous he was. His blue eyes and tan face were enhanced by a carefully configured close cropped brown beard and brown hair, in a short but casual style.

But he was intently looking at me too. “Dude, you are fuckin awesome!’ he exclaimed while laughing. “This is going to be so funny when Art sees you... I love it!”

“Uh.. thanks, but..” I didn’t know what he was referring to but Jason interrupted. The handsome bodybuilder gestured towards an open door and began walking towards it.

“Yeah, you got some balls... I’ll give you that,” he continued, all the while with a big grin. “To wear that fake belly to make fun of Art’s huge roid gut... dude that’s killer! And I must say you do kinda look like him. Are the pecs fake too?” the young bodybuilder asked as he pointed towards my enormous chest.

Jason was now leading me down a short hallway and into the large main room of the hotel suite. Again, it was elaborately furnished and decorated in a traditional style. Before I could answer his last question or react to his statement, he continued. “So, what’s the gut made of? It almost looks real;  is it made outta silicone or something?” Jason gestured towards my hugely rounded belly.

Just then Art entered the room. I was briefly in awe of my all time favorite professional bodybuilder. He had on a tight ‘shiny shirt’ that all the pros wore when they went out in public. His giant muscles threatened to burst out of his clothes from his top to his custom made stretch jeans. The big man did have a rounded mid-section but it was nowhere near the size of mine.

Jason had a smile a mile wide on his good looking face. “Hey Art, I’d like you to meet Kevin. Kevin, this is Art.” I shook hands with my idol, amazed at the size of his arms though not realizing I was not too far from his size. Jason continued. “So it’s like looking in a mirror ain’t it Art? Kevin could be your twin!” The young man laughed loudly.

The pro bodybuilder scowled. “What the fuck?” He looked directly at my gut then at my face. “I let you talk to me and you come up here dressed like that? You’re...”

“No, no,” I had to interrupt before this went any further. “I’m not making fun of you Art, I swear.” Placing my hand on top of my ball belly, I continue to explain. “It’s just that... well... uh... my roid gut’s gotten kinda big after my last cycle. It’ll go down quickly though now that I’m off the GH.”

Both men’s eyes widened. “No fuckin way that’s really your gut man,” Art stated, “You look like you’ve got a yoga ball under your shirt!”

Jason stepped closer to me and began to poke and thump my rounded belly sphere. “HOLY SHIT! I... I... think... I think it’s real!” He looked from my gut to my face and smiled even wider.

“Okay, Kevin, let’s see that thing... Go take your shirt off,” the big man ordered and pointed towards a dressing area just behind me. “Uh… alright,” I replied and waddled a few steps until I was behind a wall that didn’t extend quite to the ceiling.

The first attempt at lifting my shirt off didn’t go well. Nothing moved. My ball belly had swelled up so much, that my alright skin tight shirt was stretched out so much, it wouldn’t slide up. Meanwhile, with my limited movement of my arms due to my huge lats and the sides of my gutball even more rounded out, I couldn’t reach the edges of my shirt to pull it up. My breathing was getting heavier as I struggled.

“HEY, WHACHU DOING BACK THERE?” I heard Art’s loud voice. “GOING INTO LABOR? HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE JUST TO REMOVE YOUR SHIRT?”

“OKAY, OKAY, I’M COMING,” I responded, then finally was able to grasp the bottom of the shirt and eventually got it pulled up and over my head. It seemed as though my pecs and ball belly both swelled out slightly once the tight garment had been removed. Tossing the piece of clothing on the seat of a nearby chair, I waddled back out into the room.

A look of astonishment crossed the faces of both bodybuilders.

“You’re a fuckin blimp!” Art noted. “You look like you’re about to give birth to a five year old!”

Jason was grinning from ear to ear and reached over and began to pat the protruding ball gut.

He gave it a thump. “DAMN, dude! This thing’s hard as a rock. What’s inside of you?”

“Uh, it’s just a roid gut; it’ll go down once I go off cycle,” I answered.

Jason bent over and examined the belly sphere from the underside. “FUCK! How is this thing supported? It sticks straight out into space!” The young muscular man looks up at my face. “I’d swear you’ve been inflated like a big balloon. And it looks like you blew up right outta your jeans and belt!”

He must have noticed that my buttons had popped and I had forgotten to re-fasten my belt. As the grinning bodybuilder with the model looks continued to rub my swollen belly, I started to swell in other areas.

Art stepped over to me and gave the big ball gut a poke. “Fuck, it is hard! You swallow a boulder or something?” He puts his hand underneath the ball and lifts it up and lets it drop; the solid mass moves up and down without any jiggling. “Damn, this fucker’s gotta weigh at least seventy pounds!” Then he gave it a loud slap. “How’d you get like this?”

“Ah, just too much juice man; kinda blew me up!” The professional bodybuilder turned and went back over to the furniture grouping and sat down in a chair. “Come over here, Boulder Belly, and sit down. It’s gotta be hell carrying that heavy ball around!”

I waddle over to the sofa and plop down in the middle with a loud grunt. Art and I began to speak about his career and his many interesting experiences as a professional bodybuilder. Of course his fans all want to know the standard statistics like how much he benches and his particular workout split, so these are duly noted on my pad. The big man keeps staring at my bare belly sphere as we talk but doesn’t discuss its freaky size or shape. Throughout our conversation, Jason had been sitting at the end of the sofa listening to us, but out of the corner of my eye, it was obvious he was staring at my belly. Once in a while I would rub the sphere just to see if the young bodybuilder-model would react and he did; his gorgeous blue eyes would widen and he would moisten his lips and grin.

Jason stood up and walked behind me. “You guys want a beer?”

“Sure,” I replied.

Art laughed. “I’ll take one, but Kevin, man, the last fuckin’ thing you need is to put more into that ballooned up belly. Your ball gut’s gonna burst!”

Jason walked over and handed Art a standard sized glass mug of the amber beverage. Then he disappeared from view. The young bodybuilder approached me with a pitcher full of beer and smiled.

“Here, Kevin, I figure your giant belly can hold a hell of a lot,” he stated. “This is probably just a glass full to you.”

As Jason sat down, he realized I was too far from the end table or coffee tables to have a place where the beer could rest that I could easily reach. The young man then placed the pitcher of beer on top of my gut shelf. It sat square on top, nestled between my huge pecs, with plenty of room to spare.

The young man was grinning widely when he gently patted the rounded side of my gut ball. “Must be nice to have your own table with you wherever you go. That sure comes in handy!”

Art had a stunned and disgusted look on his face. “Shit Kevin, I can’t believe you let your belly get like that – it sticks out so fuckin far! There’s gotta be a damn beach ball inside of your stomach!”

I removed the pitcher from my belly shelf and started to drink. Rubbing my gut I stated, “Hey, it’s not that bad, I’m just a little bloated from my last cycle. When you’re a mass monster like us, you always get a thicker midsection.”

“Don’t put me in the same category as you balloon belly, I’ve never had a gut like that,” Art countered. “You gotta deflate that thing down man, that things scary looking.”

“Oh it’s not so bad,” Jason defended the look of my hugely bloated, but extremely muscular body. “Yeah, he’s got a gut, but look at his upper body. His pecs are as big as yours, Art.”

A smile crossed my face as I enjoyed the ultimate compliment. The professional bodybuilder got up.

“Not so bad eh?” Art approached the sofa. “Stand up,” he commanded. It was a struggle to get up holding the half empty pitcher in one hand and trying to maintain my balance without something to push off from. Eventually I managed to get into a standing position. “Watch this!” Art noted, then pushed in hard on my belly. I quickly lost my balance and began to fall backward, landing on the sofa with a noticeably loud thud and a gush of air.

“See? His gut’s so fuckin huge it throws off his balance and he can barely move.” Art points to the oversized belly. “It’s time for a serious diet buddy before you either explode or become trapped under your own ball gut.”

Before I could respond, Jason stated, “Nah, it’s okay, he carries it well. Yeah, his guts pretty big but it fits his overall build.”

Art looked shocked but decided he’d had enough arguing. “Okay fine. I've gotta go out to the show; Jason you can stay here and watch Kevin’s gigantic gut keep swelling up until it pops like a damn balloon for all I care. Just make sure you clean up the mess!”

With that the huge bodybuilder waved and left the room.

Jason sat down next to me and began to rub my spherical belly. “So you like my build?” I asked. “Oh yeah, you are absolutely gorgeous!” he stated as he kept his hand in contact with the tan sphere. ‘I’ve never seen a muscle gut this big and round before; you’re like a fantasy morph or something come to life.”

My grin gets even wider. “Funny, I’ve always wanted to get really big, I never knew that having a big ball gut would be such a turn on.” I look down and watch Jason’s hand travel around the sphere.

“Yeah, and you’re so fuckin huge all over I can’t believe it. I swear your pecs look like they’re footballs inside of your chest. And your bi’s are like bowling balls. But it’s your gut that is most incredible. I would never have believed a ball belly could get this big if I didn’t see it and feel it myself. It doesn’t even look real at first.”

“It’s hard for me to believe too,” I responded and put a hand on the side of my gut ball. “I never thought I’d get this big. Art is right about one thing; it is gettin’ hard to carry this thing around.”

Jason laughed. “I’ll bet! Now chug the rest of that beer and let me feel this fucker swell up even more.” I followed the handsome young man’s instructions and swallowed as he kept both hands on the belly ball. The empty pitcher was placed on the sofa, and Jason rubbed his hands all around the sphere.

“Did your navel always stick out like this? It looks like a walnut!”

“Nah, that just happened after I gained so much weight in my gut,” I answered.

“It’s so awesome! It really makes you look inflated.. Like there’s so much pressure, your belly’s about to burst!”

I place my hand on top of my gut. “Yeah, it’s... shit! look at the time! I need to get to the show so I can write my article for the site.” Looking at Jason, I continue. “Ya wanna go with me?”

The good looking young man grinned. “That would be great!” He gestured towards my huge belly. “Need some help getting up?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so.” Extending one arm towards the bodybuilder, I placed the other one down on the cushion and pushed. Even though he pulled with all of his considerable might, it took several seconds to get my very heavy body off the sofa and into an upright position. It was another few seconds before I stopped swaying and had caught my balance. Jason gave the belly ball a thump.

“Damn, it must be a challenge carrying this thing around,” he noted, “How do you do it?”

“It ain’t easy,” I responded, “I’m still getting used to being so big.”

With that I stumbled towards the dressing area and picked my shirt off the chair. Jason realized how difficult it was for me to move with such stiff, huge muscles and he took the shirt from me and began to assist. After getting the shirt on over my head, the bodybuilder began pulling the material down over my pecs and then my ball gut. “This thing’s tight as hell,” he remarked, “You must feel like a sausage in this.” He bent over and looked underneath the belly sphere. “Yeah, it just barely covers your gut, dude. I swear it’s gonna split at any second.”

My hands went down to my jeans and I attempted to fasten them. “Help me button these up,” I requested. “No way dude, you’re blown outta these for good.” He examines the area underneath the gut ball. “Hmmm, I might be able to get the belt fastened though. Try and hold this fucker in!” He thumps the gut ball hard, then grabs each end of the belt. I cannot see past the curve of my distended belly, but can feel the pressure. He grunts as the pressure increases then a smile crosses his face. “GOT IT!” Jason thumps my gut again. “How you feel dude? Tight?” he asks and I nod in response. “Yeah, the belts on its last notch. I just barely got it to buckle. I think it’ll hold but don’t eat anything more or you’ll have a blowout!”

Jason stands back and studies my build. The super tight shirt stretched over my massive pecs and gigantic ball gut. The tight jeans barely bucked under the muscle belly, with quads straining the seams on the sides.

“SWEET!” he grins. “You’re all set.”

I smile back. “Let’s go!”

To be continued