Danial's nausea slowly abated as he ran home. He made a mental note to never order that shake again. He was confident he was about to lose the entire contents of his stomach after his interaction with that squat little geek. Ridiculous as the whole thing may have been, he still sensed something was off which was not unlike the slightest nip of anxiety just below his throat. Again, he attributed this to his earlier shake.
Danial jogged up to the driveway of his home and noticed Bruce's car was still there. Bruce, being his roommate and longtime buddy since high school. "Guess he doesn't work today" Danial thought to himself. He slid his key in the deadbolt of the front door and tromped inside. He threw his shoes off his feet, inadvertently knocking multiple shoes off the shoe rack his roommate had recently organized. He moved to the kitchen in search of more food "God, I need something with more sustenance than that dumb shake" he thought. He searched the cabinets and the fridge for something edible but came up empty handed "Ugh, I gotta go grocery shopping." He noticed however, Bruce had a couple eggs and a veggie patty left. It was the last of his foot but that didn't matter to Danial, he needed to eat right then, Bruce would just have to deal.
Noticing he didn't have any clothes to wear for the rest of the day Danial went to throw in a load of laundry when he saw the washer was full. Bruce had likely thrown in a load but forgot to dry it. Instead of putting it in the dryer, Danial simply put the wet clothes above the dryer and started his own load of laundry. Satisfied, he grabbed a towel from his room entered the bathroom for a shower.
Danial flipped on the water and undressed as he waited for it to warm. He stared at the Adonis in the mirror. Tall with glowing skin and curly golden-brown hair. Danial's 6'5" frame would be lanky had he not spent the majority of his years in athletics developing an extraordinary physique. With fit, wide shoulders capping strong arms and a lengthy, tapered waist, he could be a posterchild for any swim organization. Of course, his legs were as developed with lithe, muscular quads and hamstrings supporting a nicely bubbled ass. He wasn't huge by bodybuilding standards, but he was certainly reaching the peak of what he might obtain naturally. But, as a freshly aged twenty one-year-old, he figured he had a few years to go before he was ready to hop on any juice.
With the water finally warm he entered the shower and lathered his hair and body for some time before coming back out to dry off. He wrapped his towel around his waist, picked up his gym clothes, exited the steamy bathroom and noticed Bruce, sitting on a couch in the living room, obviously aggravated.
Bruce aggressively shot at Danial "Hey man what's up?" "Nothing just got out of the shower" Danial replied "Oh nice, you had a good day then?" The malice in his voice was impossible to ignore. Danial replied "Yeah... you alright man? You seem pissy." "Oh yeah, no. Someone knocked over the shoes I spent twenty minutes last night putting together, ate my breakfast so I have nothing to eat now and left my wet clothes on the dryer for literally no reason at all." "Dude settle down it's no-" "Oh?! It's not a big deal?! Right? It's all the time with this shit. It's like every other day you make a mess you don't clean up or do something selfish. If you could not be a self centered asshole for like, ONE week that would be awesome. It's so fuckin hard to live with you when you're like this. Look, I'm fucking leaving to get some food, don't until you're ready to apologize for being a dick." With that he darted for the front door and slammed it on his way out. For once, Danial was stunned, he couldn't even think of something cutting to say about his friend's recently bulkier body which usually flies out of his mouth like a native language.
Bruce, like Danial was similarly jacked but at a shorter height of 5'11. He had competed in a bodybuilding show the year prior but failed to place in even the top ten. Since then, he had been perpetually bulking, trying to build his physique as large as possible. In the process he had built a considerable gut beneath his rounded pecs and a rather bulbous butt above his ham-sized hamstrings. Bruce was significantly stronger between the two of them so they no longer worked out together but Danial wondered when his roommate woould finally stop bloating his body further and further into blimp territory.
Shortly after Bruce stormed out, Danial's nausea returned. But instead of feeling like he was about to vomit he felt like he was going to pass out. He felt short of breath and went to sit down, then he felt his entire body go numb. He thought he was having a panic attack. He darted to his room to find an old bottle of xanax. He dug the bottle out of a dresser, threw a pill into his mouth and chugged some water. He used to have panic attacks as a teen but they were never this bad. Danial noticed he was still in a towel and threw his last pair of undies and athletic shorts on then walked to the living room where he started pacing until his xanax kicked in when he started to notice a strange sensation.
His shorts were tightening around his thighs and ass. The athletic shorts had a slight split at the bottom to accommodate for his thicker than average thighs. It was pulling apart more than ever though. Danial assumed he was just feeling weird from his panic attack but the sensation continued to increase until he ran to the bathroom convinced he was getting bigger.
Immediately he noticed how swollen he looked, his body had visibly added mass that wasn't there before. He hopped on the bathroom scale which read the same weight it had for the last week 210.3 lbs. He flipped back to the mirror and stared at his burgeoning body as it became more yoked by the second. He tried to convince himself he was hallucinating as his weight was the same on the scale. Danial had become even wider than his thick friend. He thought he was pushing 250 at least. His veins pressed out across his skin and stretchmarks were forming across his chest. He turned around to see his buns had risen into complete loaves without slowing.
Danial fumbled through the bathroom door, knocking his bloated shoulder into the frame and ran to his bed where he left the old prescription bottle, assuming he was hallucinating from an old xanax. The bottle stated that the medication was still good for another year. Danial's panic worsened as he realized he wasn't hallucinating, he was really getting bigger. He looked down at his ever swelling chest and noticed something odd. He gut was bowing out.
His formerly lithe, athletic form was perpetually swelling out of proportion into a roided, growth-hormone pumped beast. His knees felt the stress of his new body and his arms were slowly losing mobility. As they pumped. He walked sideways threw the doorframe, feeling his mountainous back slide against it as he searched for his phone. He was going to call Bruce for help. He found it in the living room and tried to grab it, realizing how wide his hands were becoming. He clicked Bruce's contact and tried to hold the phone to his head but couldn't reach passed his shoulder from how muscle bound his arm had become. He switched to speaker and waited for his friend to pick up. He started walking to the bathroom when his friend's message tone came on. "Of course he's not gonna fucking pick up right now!" He hung up and again looked at his ever swelling body.
The image that started back at him was terrifying. He had left the realm of beastly and entered impossibly freakish. Danial's neck was wider then his head and topped a bright red body stuffed with muscle. Danial's muscle bound physique was bigger than anything he has ever seen, easily passing 420 lbs in a matter of 10 minutes. His roid gut pressed out, striped with abdominal bricks. His balloon thighs pressed his legs apart and his muscular breast sat as pillows on his big belly. He dropped his phone in shock on the tile floor, shattering the screen.
With his only line of communication gone, Danial was helpless to do anything but watch his formerly perfect body continue to morph into a ballooned caricature of an anatomy chart. Despite what the scale said he could feel his increased weight, his knees and shoulders aching with the additional weight they now held. Yet Danial still grew. Then it was as if the swelling kicked into overdirve to compensate for his already huge person. Even his jaw and eyebrow muscles grew, making his face blocky and wide. He tried to waddle out of the bathroom and barely squeezed his gut through the door
His body, well over 600lbs now left him breathless to move, and despite all the muscle on his frame he felt like he could barely lift his massive legs up to walk. He fell over with a crash where he continued to bloat until Bruce came back home...
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