Getting Even Thicker.

Getting even thicker.

You liked a big belly.

And wanted it bigger.

Couldn’t even get it in the mirror.

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Carlos was estatic. The formula that promised to make him “twice the man” seemed to be working. The already thick 5’10 220 rugby prop was growing... in every direction. Carlos watched as his whole frame seemed to inflate. Muscle and fat was piling onto his frame. His shirt was getting tight and a newly round belly was pressing against the fabric. His pants and shoes even felt tight.

Carlos had wanted to try this stuff for rugby, something called, fittingly, “Enlarge” but he never figured it would actually work as advertised... and certainly not to this extent. The company that had sent it to him as a promotion, “Énorme”, was something of a mystery.

Carlos’ height started to increase slowly, his arms and legs growing longer but gaining more size. At the same time that small belly started pushing out more and more. His shirt began riding up, his pants were getting uncomfortable. He was blowing up, growing rounder, thicker and taller all at once. He stripped off his shirt and pants and now too-small shoes to watch his body swell in front of him in every direction. His house looked slightly different.. the door handles were lower than before. Though he didn’t realize it he now stood 6’ . And just a few moments later , 6’1. Carlos’ perspective was shifting as his height increased. He looked down at the increasing mass of his body. He was getting really heavy, his belly was really rounding out. He pawed at it with his meatier, bigger hands. God, even his hands looked massive.

Carlos watched his growth in the mirror of the bathroom, it turned him on, seeing how massive he was getting. He was gonna be the biggest guy on the field! He looked like a true rugby prop now. A big one too. No doubt about it. His height climbed 6’2” as his weight swelled to over 300 pounds.

It was good he was shirtless because nothing he owned would fit his radically enlarged body. Goddamn he really looked huge now, like a true bear of a man. As he looked down again at a sink that appeared further away than normal he realized he was sprouting upwards too. 330 pounds, and climbing.

Carlos examined himself in the mirror, he was getting so huge he wondered if he was overdoing it... maybe he was getting too big, even for rugby. A body this heavy, this chunky, with a big round belly like the one he now sported, was going to be too slow on the field.

6’4”. His increase in height was really noticeable now. He might be able to eventual explain the huge weight gain, but how would he explain the fact that he had grown a half a foot taller?

His belly felt like it surged outwards as he grew closer to 400 pounds. He felt every part of his body, his arms, his chest, his legs and ass, just grow beefier and beefier, so overblown with bulk. Man, he wouldn’t just be the biggest rugger on the team, he’d be the biggest rugger in the whole state.

Then it dawned on him. Twice the man. It was coming true, he tried to step the scale but it only return an ERR message. He exceeded the weight limit already.

‘Holy shit’ he thought ‘I’m going to end up being 440 pounds.’ He didn’t know it then, but he was already beyond 440 lbs.

And indeed he was already nearing that final weight, which unbeknownst to him had climbed closer and closer to an incredible 500 pounds. In fact, the formula left him as more than twice the man he had been before, at least in terms of overall mass.

the growth tapered off. He reached his final height of 6’5”. His belly surged forward just a bit more, his arms rapidly thickened further.

Then the growth was over. Carlos was enormous. A gargantuan, fat-bellied hulking bear of a rugby player. His body radiated power and heft. He wasn’t sure this huge body would be agile enough for rugby, but he wanted to try. He couldn’t wait to see what his rugby gear would look like on his new body. Carlos sauntered back to his bedroom, his steps ponderous, feet thumping heavily against the wooden floors. The whole place seemed to shake with each step.

He found his rugby shirt and pants and tried them on. He was beaming. The one loose rugby uniform was comically small on his massive new form. He couldn’t even get his pants up past his now massive thighs. The shirt didn’t even begin to cover his expansive belly. His body has just totally transformed into this incredibly huge, thick bear body, and nothing he wore would fit him now.

He had to show the guys on the team. He took a photo with a big grin on his face. He looked utterly massive. He was a giant now, a monster. No one could rival him in size now.

“Guys! ” the first text he sent read.

Carlos inserted the photo onto the chat and typed out with his huge sausage like fingers the next line:

“The stuff worked”

He hit send.

So you are telling me,

That if you stretch my swim suit bigger, I will grow to fit to the suit?

I’m already a good size.

Ok, yes. Try it.

Holy shit!

I’m huge!

It’s really heavy.

I’m not sure if I want you to stop.

The weight was beginning to settle on his body and he did seem to like it.

Feeling bigger. Taking up more space. It was all good.

So if course, I know this, and I can speed things up for anyone.

Look how much bigger I have made him.

The power in his arms. The thunder thighs.

Moobs!

Getting downright wide. Yes!

And finally,

Deep belly button and belly overhang.

That t shirt will never cover you again.

And now the good news.

You don’t have to work hard to keep this body!

I gave you the appetite and metabolism that would have taken you to this size.

Well, maybe a larger appetite so you can continue to grow.