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Doctor’s Visit – Growing Out of Control
🕑 Added 2025-03-21 18:35:12 +0000 UTCYou shift slightly on the exam table, the new weight of your gut making it harder to sit comfortably. The tightness has settled in—your belly feels heavier, rounder, fuller than ever, the warmth from the injection still radiating from deep inside. Every little movement makes you aware of how much bigger you've gotten in such a short time.
The doctor stands in front of you, rolling the fresh syringe between his fingers, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, you did say we’d see what happens,” he murmurs, eyeing your expanded gut. “And from the looks of it, you’re tolerating this serum pretty damn well.”
He steps closer, placing his hands on your belly again, pressing in gently, feeling the mass. “Still soft… but heavier now,” he observes, squeezing the sides slightly before giving the undercurve a firm lift. Your gut rises in his grip, pressing against you before he lets it drop back down into your lap with a soft plop.
You exhale sharply, feeling the extra weight settle again. “Damn,” you mutter, running a hand over the newly stretched skin.
The doctor chuckles. “Oh, we’re not done yet.” He gives your belly a few firm pats, each one sending a subtle ripple through the soft mass. “You’re growing nice and round, but let’s see just how much bigger we can take this.”
He grips your belly again, thumbs pressing into the softness as he kneads it lightly. Then, without warning, he gives a teasing poke right in your belly button, smirking as he watches your gut react to the pressure.
“That still got some room to stretch,” he murmurs. “And I know you want more.”
You let out a breath, smirking. “Maybe.”
He raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “Only maybe?” He grins, pressing his palm flat against your gut and rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the taut surface. “I think your belly’s already made the decision for you.”
Right on cue, a deep, heavy gurgle rumbles from your stomach. The doctor laughs, giving your gut a few quick pats. “See? Even your body’s asking for more.”
Before you can respond, he steps forward and presses the fresh syringe right into your belly button again. There’s a slight pinch, then a slow, warm sensation that spreads through your gut almost immediately.
You feel it start—your belly pushing outward, expanding under his hands as the serum takes effect. The doctor hums in approval, gripping the sides of your stomach as it slowly grows larger, heavier.
“Now that’s what I like to see,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over the swelling surface. “You’re really filling out now.”
Your gut pushes forward, stretching rounder, firmer, and heavier by the second. You groan slightly, placing both hands on your growing belly, feeling the unfamiliar mass expanding under your touch. The doctor just watches, clearly fascinated.
“Getting tight?” he asks, giving your belly a firm poke.
You nod, adjusting as the added weight settles. “Yeah… definitely feeling massive... and heavy.”
He chuckles, stepping back to admire his work. “Good. Now I'm going to need you to lie flat on your back.” You start to lean back and wince feeling a sharp soreness in your stomach.
"Oh, I should help you." The doctor says as rushes behind you to support your shoulders. "Your gut is expanding so rapidly, it's stretching your abdominal muscles. Probably feels like you did a thousand sit-ups?"
You can't see his face, but can tell he's smirking. You say aloud what you're both thinking, "As if I could do even one sit-up now with this massive tank."
He chuckles while helping you recline all the way back, then moves over by your hip to examine the massive ball of fat protruding up in the air. "To be fair, it's not like you we're doing any sit-ups before we started you on the serum." Rubbing the top of your swollen gut.
"Okay, now how are you feeling?" The doctor asks.
"What do you mean? I feel like I've got a beach ball under my shirt, except I'm not wearing a shirt." You joke to him, feeling the entire weight of your belly move up and down as you chuckle. The doctor leans in placing his face inches away from your giant gut and examines.
"Bigger. I'd say more of a yoga ball at this point." He says entranced, his finger circling around my navel. "I'm amazed you don't seem to have any stretch marks from the rapid grown, but I'd still recommend a medical-grade moisturizing for you skin as you keep growing."
"Keep growing!?!" I exclaim. "You want me to moisturize, but I'm already so big that I can barely reach my belly button!"
As I demonstrate struggling to reach the front of my engorged belly, the doctor smirks and murmurs, "My god, I've really made you quite massive, haven't I?"
"I'll take care of it for you." He replies, grabbing a bottle of moisturizer from a cabinet. "This might be a little cold at first." He squirts a healthy amount of lotion all over your belly.
"Is this what a pregnant person feels when you squirt the gel for an ultrasound," you ask jokingly.
"Ha!" The doctor exclaims, gently rubbing in the moisturizer. "Maybe if the person was two months past the due date and carrying twins."
You begin rubbing the sides of your belly, taut and smooth like a stretched canvas. Surprisingly, you don't even have love handles, all of the weight has settled forward in your glutted gut, defying the laws of physics, like a hot air balloon.
Your belly lets out another loud gurgle, and you can feel it. The doctor leans in, "Seems like this gut isn’t done growing yet."
