Bad Roommate, Part 6

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Summary: Justin’s roommate secretly doses him with experimental drugs, causing Justin’s stomach to progressively transform  into a giant breast. Justin is oblivious and horrified as to what is  happening to his body. In the meantime, his roommate secretly  documents the transformation. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, belly-breast, and more.

Previous Chapter

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The new girdle Justin got was not as supportive as the last one, but it was the best he could do at his size. He cupped the side of his swell, which sat low on his abdomen, bobbing gently with his heavy breathing. This would just have to suffice.

Justin pulled a jacket around his shoulders, even though it didn’t serve much of a purpose. His belly bulged entirely through the opening, the buttons not coming vaguely close to being able to close. His sweatpants were pushed low on his hips, beneath the belly-breast and he had to consistently pull his T-shirt down to keep the lower half of his gut from pushing out into the open. He looked as though he was overdue with twins, though he imagined he was heavier, just from the weight of the milk that filled him. And his belly wasn’t completely firm as it had been with the previous girdle. This material was softer and more malleable. It caused his belly to jiggle and bounce with his movements. And his bulging navel was all the more visible, protruding considerably from the center of the swell, looking bizarre. It was bigger than a golf ball when it wasn’t even erect. Justin tried not to pay too much attention to it, because he knew that when he did, it tended harden to an even larger and more bizarre state, bringing with the growth discomfort and arousal that he didn’t think he could handle at that particular moment.

When Justin waddled out of his bedroom, he had to admit that it was a small relief that Kyle was nowhere in sight. Kyle’s bedroom door was closed so Justin surmised that the other college student was still sleeping. It was early enough. And honestly, Justin needed a break from Kyle’s marked focus on Justin’s belly. It was the main attraction. All Kyle ever wanted to do was touch it, squeeze it, suck it, or even talk about it. It was hard enough for Justin to be productive with a giant breast attached to his body. Kyle’s obsession certainly didn’t help.

Justin absently rubbed the side of the warm mound.

Though he had managed to pump himself the night before, it felt somewhat engorged. Not full, but it was getting there. Lately, Justin could hardly last a day without needing to be drained. Then there was the paranoia that he would start leaking at any moment. Justin tried to push these thoughts away.

His laptop charger had broken, and with Justin’s increasing dependence on online courses, he could not last long without a replacement. Fortunately, there was an electronics shop around the corner. But he hated leaving the house without eating anything.

Justin thought about making some eggs, but at the sound of shuffling noises coming from Kyle’s bedroom, Justin settled on a quick protein shake instead. He filled his 32oz water bottle with some heavy cream and several scoops of his proteins shake, even though the recommended serving size was only one scoop. He just couldn’t control his appetite lately. He added a few scoops of ice cream just to treat himself a little, before screwing on the cover and shaking the bottle. He was already chugging it down as he looked around for his keys.

Kyle’s bedroom door opened. He was just wearing boxers, one hand scratching his bare rib is he yawned. “G’morning.”

Justin lifted one pointer finger to indicate for Kyle to wait as Justin continued to rapidly drink his shake. By then he had gotten used to the aftertaste, having grown to enjoy it. They must have changed the recipe up but he didn’t mind it.

Once he finished the bottle, Justin lowered it, gasping. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “Morning.”

His belly gurgled. He was still hungry. Without really thinking, he took the protein powder back out as well as the heavy cream. He began to make himself a fresh shake for the road. A grinning Kyle wandered into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of chocolate syrup out of the cupboard and set it on the counter with the other things Justin was putting into his shake. Justin gave a glance at the bottle, shrugged, and started squirting generous amounts of the chocolate syrup into the new shake.

“I wonder if that’ll make your milk chocolatey,” mused Kyle lightly.

Justin snorted. “I don’t think that’s how this works.” Then again, who the hell knows.

“How’s the milk-baby doing this morning?” Kyle joked.

“I uh, I actually have to run. Laptops giving me issues. See you later?” Justin was already sipping at the new shake as he waddled towards the door.

“Yeah, later,” said Kyle.

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The trip to the electronics store was slow and steady. Justin was getting used to the stares. He was learning to ignore them and just focus on staying balanced. It’s as though they’ve never seen a fat person before. Justin rolled his eyes.

His stomach was doing strange things, like emitting gurgling noises, and there was an odd bubbling sensation. Justin’s hand slid to the underside of the huge mound. He tried to breathe evenly, long and deep. For the first time he was beginning to realize that the growth of his chest was becoming a real problem. The way his newly swollen pink nipples were rubbing into his T-shirt was uncomfortable and distracting. They were getting achy from all the abuse of the cotton.

Justin finally arrived at the shop. He was fidgeting when he got to the customer service counter. The pressure in his gut was building and he was panting from the walk.

Thankfully, most of his belly was concealed behind the high counter, so it wasn’t too much of a distraction to the store clerk who greeted him.

“How can I help you, sir?” she said, throwing an odd glance at Justin’s chest. Was the growth really that noticeable now?

“Hey, um, I just need a new charger for my laptop.” Justin showed the clerk the specs on his phone. His free hand absently rubbed his belly-breast up and down. He could tell it was rapidly becoming engorged. This was just getting ridiculous.

It seemed to take the clerk forever to find a suitable laptop charger. By the time she returned, he was pouring sweat. She began explaining the specifications but Justin could hardly hear her. He waited for her to get to the price, then shoved money at her, took the charger, and turned.

She gasped behind him. Evidently, she spotted his profile as he turned away from the counter. His shirt was wet under the jacket. Maybe that was why he had opted to wear one. His breasts were leaking—the C-cups on his chest. What was happening to his body? He was becoming a damn milk factory.

Justin’s heart was racing when he got home, feeling suffocated as usual. The first thing he did was shed the jacket. He pulled up his shirt and began to fumble with the girdle, doffing it as quickly as possible. His belly felt bloated and full now, but it was too soon to milk it again. Maybe all he was doing was stimulating it, and making it grow more. Justin sighed.

He noticed Kyle sprawled on the couch watching TV. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Kyle responded distractedly. He had a plate in his lap, and every so often he would pick from it with a fork.

“What are you eating?” Justin couldn’t help asking.

“Just some quick pasta. There’s more on the stove.”

There was a large, covered soup pot sitting on the stove. Justin went over and opened the lid. He was surprised to see how crammed it was with pasta. The pot was completely full, and Justin could smell the strong aroma of butter. It looked like the pasta also contained some ground beef, bacon, tomato sauce, and a massive amount of mozzarella. “You made a lot,” Justin remarked.

“Yeah, I’m not really good at measuring,” muttered Kyle, eyes on the TV.

“Smells great.”

“Help yourself, man.”

Justin got a large bowl. He was doubtful that the two of them would be able to eat all this pasta before it went bad, so he filled the bowl to the brim and happily indulged. There was that aftertaste again. Justin wondered if it was him at this point. Either he was getting sick or it was all in his head.

Justin had already gotten through half his bowl, just standing there, thinking. Shrugging, he gave himself an early refill since he was already by the stove. Some pasta slopped over the edge of the dish. I’ll get that later, Justin thought, stepping over the noodles on the floor. Balancing the bowl carefully, he made his way over to the couch. At seeing him, Kyle straightened and lowered his legs to make room.
Justin eased himself down. “What are you watching?”

“Robots vs Androids II,” said Kyle.

“Oh, I heard this one was good.” Justin sunk into the couch, trying to get comfortable. He rested the bowl to the top his mound, continuing to suck pasta down hungrily. His shirt had slid up a good deal with the motion of sitting, having risen almost over the belly-nipple that had become of his navel.

Justin ate quickly and mechanically as he became immersed in the movie. At some point he must have lowered his emptied bowl to the coffee table because he startled when he felt a hand touch his waist.

Kyle’s eyes were still glued to the television, but he had one-handedly slid Justin’s shirt up to release the swollen nub, and it admittedly felt nice. Justin relaxed again, enjoying the sensation of Kyle idly stroking the mound. He knew he should have told Kyle to stop, but it was somehow relaxing. It was practically harmless anyway, the strokes turned into a firm, circular rubbing around the nipple. Justin’s breathing thinned a bit, his face warming, and his flesh tingling. The movie had moved past its climax and was winding down, Justin’s eyelids getting heavy. With the uncontrollable growth of his abdomen, he had all but given up on his diet. He knew all the overeating was contributing to the fatigue. It was the middle of the afternoon; he should have been studying. But as much as he tried to keep his eyes open, his eyelids only sunk, making contact with the bottom lids then blinking open again. It was just so comfortable, the warmth, the closing credits song, the strokes of Kyle’s hand.

Then Kyle pulled away. The couch shifted. “Hey, do you want more pasta?”

More pasta sounded great, but Justin resisted. “I shouldn’t…ahh…” He tensed up, his belly abruptly feeling tight and pressurized. His back arched by instinct as his abdomen shuddered then pushed out. “Nggghhh!” Justin squirmed, his face red and sweaty. He was having a growth spurt. “Agghhh…fuhhhh…” he groaned, struggling to breathe, hands clutching the tight mass as it shivered and jutted out.

When it ended, Jeremy was bigger than ever, air knocked from his lungs. His belly sat on his lap, huge and shivering. “Hahhhh…hahhh…” Justin struggled to catch his breath.

There was a long moment before Kyle finally spoke from where he was standing to the left of the couch, just outside of Justin’s field of vision. “Woah man, are you…are you okay?” He managed. Kyle hesitated. “Do you…do you want me to—?”

“I think, I um…” Justin just needed a minute. Several, probably, because his mind was still trying to wrap around what had just occurred. “Can you help me up?” he asked weakly.

“Sure. Of course.” Kyle hurried over and helped haul Justin to his feet, where Justin teetered slightly.

But Justin was quick to adjust. He spread his legs. “Think I’m gonna… gonna take a bath.”

“Right.”

Kyle helped Justin all the way to the bathroom. By then Justin had already found his footing.

Justin shuffled inside and closed the door, his heart is still racing.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Kyle called from outside.

Justin made his way to the bathtub. He gingerly lowered himself to the edge, before reaching for the tap and turning on the hot water. He sat there and watched the water slowly fill the basin, still trying to remain calm and get his breathing even.

He kept a spare pump in the cabinet under the sink. Justin just managed to reach it from his spot. He set it on the floor beside the tub before he slowly eased himself down into the water. But he didn’t sink completely. Though the water was so high that some of it spilled onto the floor as his body submerged, his belly protruded up from the surface, crowning out of the water, too big to be covered with the rest of him. Justin just shook his head and slumped back against the porcelain.