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Bad Roommate, Part 7
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Summary: Justin’s roommate secretly doses him with experimental drugs, causing Justin’s stomach to progressively transform into a giant breast. Justin is oblivious and horrified as to what is happening to his body. In the meantime, his roommate secretly documents the transformation. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, belly-breast, and more.
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He looked as though he was overdue with triplets. His belly resembled a muffin top, crowning and bulging over the opening of the tub, not able to fit in with the rest of him. He groaned and panted helplessly, his hand fumbling, trying to reach for the pump. He was just so full.
Justin grabbed the pump off the floor. His mass heaved with his heavy breathing. Somehow the C-cups on his chest looked comparatively small, as they jiggled there.
Justin fumbled with the pump. He could hardly fit it over his massive belly nipple, but he managed to align the suction attachment to the pore-like opening in the center of his nipple.
Justin turned the pump on. He released a relieved whimper as it started to suck, drawing milk out of his swollen gut. God, it felt good, it felt so good. He moaned and arched, tightening his abdominal muscles, desperately trying to shove the milk out. It was just too much. It started to gush, overflowing the suction attachment, which in turn started to slip. Justin moaned and grasped onto it, holding it in place the best he could. It pumped and pumped, his milk gushing through the tube as he gasped for breath. But then there was a sputtering noise. The machine beeped. Justin opened his eyes.
The machine was jammed. With trembling fingers, Justin reached down and massaged the tubing. The beeping stopped and the machine began to work, as it went back to sucking. Justin gasped and leaned back, but then the machine sputtered again. The beeping noise resumed.
"Fuck," Justin hissed, starting to massage the hose again, but this time it didn't yield any effect. He turned the machine off, then on, but it still wouldn't work. He clumsily reached down and disconnected the hose, running some water through it, even blowing on it until the milk lodged there was clear. He got some of his milk on his fingers. He couldn't believe how thick it had become. It felt almost like a milkshake consistency. "Jesus," he muttered, as he connected the ends back to the suction attachment and machine.
It started to pump for a fleeting instant, then immediately began to splatter, the beeping starting up again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Justin pulled the suction cup off his belly-nipple and threw it to the ground by the tub.
Now he couldn't even pump! He took a moment to process the ramifications of that, his heart pounding as he tried not to panic. It was okay. No big deal. He could just order a new pump, something better. And if not, he could handle this manually. After all, breast pumps were fairly contemporary.
Manually. Right. He was sure Kyle could help with that. Yet that idea sounded counterproductive somehow. Justin bit the inside of his cheek.
There was a light knocking on the bathroom door. "Everything all right in there?" Kyle called.
"Yeah, uh, just give me a minute," said Justin.
He honestly didn't want to get up but the tension was only getting worse. He grunted as he braced himself by grasping onto whatever edges of the tub he could reach beyond his belly impeding him. Even then as he struggled, he marveled at his bulging belly-nipple and the puffy pink cuppola that had become of his areola. All wiggling as his belly shivered and bobbed until he was unsteadily on his feet gripping feebly onto the wall.
From there, Justin moved at a painfully slow pace, stepping slowly out of the tub, his cheeks flushed dark, face contorted from the effort. He finally made it onto the floor mat, where he grabbed a towel and dried himself off the best he could. He wrapped the towel around his waist and inched his way towards the door.
Justin threw a glance at his reflection in the mirror, and was momentarily astonished by his bizarre and expansive frame.
After a moment, Justin tore his gaze away. Immodest though he looked, with all three of his breast sticking out into the open, he opened the bathroom door. He felt defeated. Just a few paces away was Kyle, staring at him.
"Gonna—p–pop," Justin managed, hands pawing helplessly at either side of his swollen mound.
"God, Justin," Kyle said, closing in.
Kyle got on his knees and started drinking, not even waiting for invitation. He wrapped his lips around the huge nub and sucked greedily, releasing a moan as his mouth filled up. "Fucking delicious," he murmured, before taking another hard draw.
It felt amazing. Justin was just glad that the bathroom doorframe was close enough that he could lean back on it to brace himself. His belly heaved with his heavy breathing, Kyle keeping a firm hold. Kyle cupped at Justin's swollen flanks, squeezing to increase the flow of milk, making Justin throw his head back and cry out. “Ungghhh!” The breasts on Justin’s chest squirted out innocent little streams of thin milk. “Fuhhh…godddd…” Justin came then slumped harder against the doorframe. His hands weakly reached down to grip Kyle's hair. "God you're so good. You're so fucking good."
Kyle just kept drinking.
He drank for many minutes, maybe even an hour. It was hard to tell. Justin was boneless just trying to catch his breath. Suddenly he felt incredibly good. Still heavy, but considerably lighter. His skin was still hot but now in a good way, and tingling pleasantly. The dopamine drugged him and washed all his worries away.
Then Kyle finally stopped. He kept Justin's big belly-nipple in his mouth, and for a moment Justin thought he would resume drinking. But then Kyle pulled off with a wet popping noise, and just rested his forehead onto Justin's soft, fat mass. He chuckled quietly. "Somehow it tastes better every time," Kyle murmured. "Why do you taste so good?"
Justin just gave an amused huff. "Thanks for — you're a real lifesaver, man."
"My pleasure."
"I know."
Both laughed.
Kyle steadily climbed to his feet. He looked a little bloated himself, patting his stomach and releasing a belch. He chuckled again. "Do you want a drink?" He nodded towards the fridge.
"I think I need that one," Justin admitted warily.
Kyle walked to the kitchen but Justin made his way slowly to the living room couch. Kyle joined him there a moment later, carrying a couple of beers which he sat on the coffee table.
Justin grabbed one and opened it, taking a deep swig. Admittedly he preferred his protein shakes, but a little buzz seemed like a nice idea with all the stuff going on with him lately.
Kyle didn't grab a drink yet, probably still trying to digest all the milk he'd just drank.
Kyle caught his eye. "That was nice," he said as he grabbed up the TV remote.
"Nice and weird," Justin pointed out.
Kyle just smirked.
Midway through a show about cannibalistic unicorns, Kyle leaned down to Justin's gut, and Justin was suddenly reminded that he was still barely clothed. To his disbelief, Kyle started nursing again, drinking slow and lazily. Justin sighed and allowed his eyelids to sink. He wish that Kyle could drink from him forever. The sensation was luxurious, probably better than anything he'd ever felt before. He was admittedly a little buzzed, having gone through three beers, but it just made the experience more pleasant. Kyle had started a beer himself. He was a bottomless pit lately. Justin supposed all the milk was stretching out his stomach, making it more roomy.
Justin groaned in displeasure as Kyle pulled away. But Kyle just raised his pointer finger, indicating for Justin to wait a moment. He lifted his beer and began to finish it.
"I like living here," Justin reflected airily.
Kyle chuckled. He lowered the can and returned his attention to Justin's body, this time a little higher. He went for Justin's chest, nipping and sucking at the small, perky pair of breasts perched there. Justin hissed out and shuddered. They were sensitive.
Kyle was sucking like a baby. It was kind of funny. He had his eyes closed, just sucking contently. There was a little bit of milk there, not a lot. But it still felt good.
Kyle moved closer, swinging his leg over to straddle Justin's thighs, squishing into Justin's belly, causing Justin to release a surprised squeak then groan, his face scrunching up.
Had Justin not just been drained, this would have been unbearable.
They were both admittedly a bit drunk. Justin could feel Kyle's gender pressing hard into his belly.
"God, I want you," muttered Kyle.
Justin licked his lips. "So do I," he admitted.
"You're so fucking hot."
Kyle reached one hand down to clumsily shove his sweatpants lower on his hips. Now Kyle's dick was pressing raw into Justin's huge curve.
"Woah," Justin breathed.
Then Kyle reached down to adjust himself, jabbing his cock on Justin huge belly-nipple. It was a strange thing to do, and an odd sensation, but pleasant all the same.
"What the — it — it's going in!" Kyle stammered in shock.
Justin drew a shuddering breath, because he could actually feel something happening, he could feel the opening on the nipple stinging and stretching as Kyle’s dick actually proceeded forward, steadily squeezing and sinking to prod inside of his actual gut, until Kyle was fully she and both were gasping.
"What in the actual fuck," Kyle muttered drunkenly.
Justin arched and moaned out, heat and electricity surging to his core.
But after that, they didn't think. They just moved, on autopilot. The rest was a blur.
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Things had gotten too weird.
Justin knew he needed space. To gather his bearings, and regain some semblance of sanity. Because things were growing, and escalating, and just getting…well, weirder.
Justin left abruptly. He didn't even say goodbye, but he managed to leave a note for Kyle. Starting fieldwork. Well, volunteer stuff. Need it for my resume. Be back before the new term starts.
Justin didn't know if he would actually return. He didn't fit in anymore, he was a freak, only growing more freakish by the moment. He was scared and confused, I didn't know what to do. But at least, for the moment, he might have found purpose.
He was posing as a woman, believe it or not. It had quickly become evident that no one would take him seriously otherwise, not in his present state. If he was a woman, his globe of a midsection made slightly more sense to people.
But even then, every organization he had applied to had rejected him. It made sense. Who would take on someone who looked as though they were heavily pregnant? Justin had been rejected from the corps, mission work, the military, several not-for-profit organizations, and even a group of young hipsters who were devoted to the downfall of capitalism, corruption, and various other things.
Justin had to get more creative. He decided to travel independently, even hiring a car. His passport was enough to get him across the border, and he just went deeper and deeper, not sure what he was searching for. Answers? Purpose? He drained his cash when he was in the poorest country so he had ever seen. It was anachronistic in a way that made him feel as though he had traveled 10 years into the past. He would have expected perfidy, decadence, and debauchery, but all he saw was a depressing air of poverty.
Justin wasn't inconspicuous. He hung his hair in his face — well, the red hair of the wig he had on. God, he was tight. Throbbing. He hadn't been milked all weekend. What had he been thinking?
There was an old man sitting by a cart of aging vegetables, staring at him. Repelled by the attention, Justin made his way towards a nearby alley way. It was late afternoon but the sun was still hot and overwhelming, hanging low and stinging his eyes. Justin shuffled his way into the shadows, and leaned on the wall, gasping heavily. He slowly sank down, backside hitting the ground. His back was aching. "What am I doing?" He rubbed his face. "What am I doing?" he repeated as he leaned his head back against the brick wall.
Justin closed his eyes.
He was jolted when he felt several pairs of hands take hold of his arms. He opened his eyes to find that the sky was dark all the sudden. Had he dozed? "Wait — wait a minute –" he stammered, as he was forcefully pulled up to his feet.
Comments
Zaceria
Damn! That belly sex scene came out of nowhere, was hot as hell and… you just ended it in a few sentences. :’(
