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Doctor’s Visit – The New Serum
🕑 Added 2025-03-20 22:35:19 +0000 UTCYou shift on the exam table, your belly pressing forward, round and firm. Your shirt strains across it, riding up just enough to expose a sliver of soft, stretched skin. The doctor glances up from his clipboard, does a slow double take, and then smirks.
“Well, damn,” he murmurs, stepping closer. He tilts his head, clearly impressed. “This is way more than just a little weight gain.”
You chuckle, rubbing a hand over your gut. “Guess I let myself go a little.”
He scoffs, reaching out to give your belly a quick poke right in the center. “A little? This is a beer tank.” His fingers press in, testing the softness before he grabs a handful of the lower curve and gives it a playful shake. “This thing’s got some weight to it. You’ve been busy.”
His teasing tone makes your stomach tighten slightly beneath his grip, but he just chuckles, patting your gut a few times. Each thump lands with a satisfying sound, your belly barely jiggling under the impact.
“Alright,” he says, stepping back, hands on his hips. “Shirt off. I need to really see what we’re working with.”
You tug your shirt over your head, letting your bare gut settle into your lap. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver slightly as the doctor whistles low.
“Damn,” he mutters, running a hand over the smooth curve. His palm presses in, fingers kneading into the thick flesh before he grabs both sides and lifts, feeling the heft of it before letting it drop back down with a soft plop. “This is a proper beer gut.”
He leans in, pressing his fingers into the upper swell of your stomach, just below your chest, before slowly working his way down. “Thick. Firm underneath, but still got some give,” he muses, pressing a little deeper. “How long have you been working on this thing?”
You shrug, smirking. “A while. Just figured I’d let it grow.”
He grins, giving your belly a few more solid pats, the sound echoing in the room. “Oh, I can tell. You’ve really committed.” He prods at your side, then traces his fingers along the undercurve of your gut, feeling how it rests against your lap.
Then, he gives your stomach a sharp poke just above your belly button, smirking as you tense slightly. “And you’re still letting it grow, aren’t you?”
You smirk, running a hand over your belly. “We’ll see what happens.”
His eyes gleam with something between amusement and curiosity. “I thought you might say that.”
He turns toward the counter, rummaging through a drawer before pulling out a syringe. You watch as he flicks it, a slow smirk forming on his lips.
“What’s that?” you ask, brow furrowed.
He steps forward, resting a firm hand on your belly, fingers splayed wide across the stretched skin. “A little booster,” he says casually. “Since you clearly don’t mind growing… I figured, why not help?”
Before you can react, he slides the needle right into your belly button and injects the serum.
The effect is instant. A wave of warmth spreads through your stomach, starting deep inside before radiating outward. Your gut gurgles loudly, and the sensation shifts—your skin tightens slightly, and then, beneath your hands, your belly starts to push forward.
You inhale sharply, eyes widening. “Whoa—”
“Oh yeah,” the doctor murmurs, watching intently. He presses his hand against your belly, feeling the subtle expansion. “You feel that, don’t you?”
Your stomach rumbles again, and then presses outward, filling heavier, fuller. Your skin stretches slightly under his palm as he gives it a slow, deliberate rub, circling around your belly button before moving lower.
“This is good,” he muses, giving your gut a firm pat. “Nice and steady. Just letting yourself swell up.” He grabs the lower curve again, feeling the added weight. “You’re really packing it on now.”
You groan slightly, the growing sensation both strange and satisfying. Your belly pushes outward another inch, and the doctor chuckles, resting both hands on your gut and giving it a light jiggle.
“Looks like we’re just getting started,” he teases, giving you another playful poke right in the belly button. “Now… just how big do you want this gut to get?”
