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Dustin had no idea Shane had laced his joint. It seemed just like any other as he inhaled the smoke, smooth and potent. As his thoughts became lifted, however, he noticed an unexpected change.
His shirt, tight and well-fitted to his muscular form, began to stretch forward. Perplexed, Dustin reached down to tug it back into place before realizing that his once taut abs had ballooned into a thick, round belly that was rapidly filling out his shirt.
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The sound pulled his attention away from his predicament, and Dustin saw his friend holding his phone aloft, snapping pictures of his swollen gym bud.
The former stud grinned, unable to put two and two together.
“Shane, bro... are you seeing this? I look like I’ve been on a heavy bulk bro...”
Shane nodded. “Oh yeah man, that’s all it is. Just some off-season bulk. You’re good bro,” he said assuringly. Shane readjusted his shorts. He was getting painfully hard, seeing Dustin’s starter belly swell into a full-blown gut in a matter of seconds. He wondered just how much bigger he was going to get as the man’s shirt rode up over his new belly, fast approaching beach ball status.
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“Fuck, here he comes,” Ben cursed into his drink. Across the pool, the large frame of Tom could be seen making his way towards Ben. Several of the other fraternity brother meatheads turned their attention on the oversized quarterback closing in on his best friend. A few grinned and muttered jokes to one another; they’d seen a confrontation coming for days now.
“Benny boy,” Tom bellowed loudly, voice dripping with easy confidence. “We need to chat.”
Ben forced a smile, draining the last of his drink before setting it down. He couldn’t believe Tom was doing this now. In front of everyone. He started to ease himself off the ledge of the pool to stand, but Tom intercepted him, weighing him down with a thick, bulky arm over his shoulders.
“Easy now tiger, I’m just here to talk. See, rumor has it someone was in coach’s office trying to take my spot on the team as soon as they heard about the wreck. I’m fine, by the way,” Tom winked with a cocky grin. “They said being big had its benefits,” he said. He pulled Ben in closer as he flexed with his free arm.
“Point is,” Tom continued, “you betrayed me, Ben. Tried to take away what makes me great. So I’m gonna do the same to you,” he said, giving Ben a poke in his firm midsection.
“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” Ben asked, unsure of what Tom was talking about.
“It means you can kiss that scholarship goodbye. And being the campus heartthrob. And clothes that fit,” Tom laughed.
“The fuck are you talking ab—“ Ben stopped, a shiver running through him. He felt light-headed all of a sudden, and extremely... full?
“Uh-oh. Looks like it’s already started. Guess there’s no harm telling you now. I had the chem nerds cook something up for you. How was your drink? You know that shit’s like drinking bread, with all those carbs,” Tom gloated, his rugged features pulled up into a cruel smirk.
Ben opened his mouth to respond, but the wind was suddenly knocked out of him as his stomach groaned loudly as he clutched it.
His hands groped his firm stomach when he felt it. That full feeling. Like he had eaten too many plates of food and was having trouble leaving the table. But more. Amplified. He could feel the fullness rising in his throat when his stomach began to bulge.
Ben’s eyes shot open wide as he looked down, watching his jock body swell into his own hands. Countless hours of lifting and endless dieting washed away in mere seconds. “Tom— Tom, you gotta stop this bro, I can’t be like this—“ Ben cried, panic rising in his voice.
“Bro?” The big man said, anger finally breaking through his words. “Eat shit, Ben. It already looks like you do.” He said, giving Ben’s plumping tit a bounce before rejoining the other studs as they all watched the former jock balloon.
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