Bad Roommate, Part 3

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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.

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A moan escaped Justin's throat. He felt himself reaching down to twist his fingers through Kyle's hair, pulling him closer so that Kyle was pressed firmly against the mound. The—the breast. Because that's what Justin's abdomen had somehow become. A giant breast.

It was still disturbing to think about. It seemed like some weird fictional story.
Justin was rapidly distracted by the pure, searing pleasure that coursed through his body with every suck Kyle took.

It just felt fucking good. "Don't stop," Justin breathed, too aroused to be mortified by the twisted predicament he presently found himself in. His dorm mate and friend was sucking him—his weird belly nipple. Justin's eyes fluttered closed and the rest of the issue was lost to him.

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The next day was awkward.

Kyle knew Justin's secret. He knew it and he was...into it.

God, this was weird.

That morning, Justin buried his torso under his several layers of shirts. He drew a deep breath as he gathered the courage to leave his bedroom. Once he exited, he was dismayed to see Kyle casually lounged across the couch, as though nothing odd had happened the day before.

Resisting the urge to turn around and lock himself back in his bedroom, Justin started for the small kitchen area, intending to make a quick stop at the fridge. He had just opened the refrigerator door when Kyle blurted—

"It was good."

Justin squeezed his eyes shut, certain he was hearing things, but Kyle went on.

"I mean, it we delicious," Kyle rambled. "It's freaky, I know, but you're producing actual food and—god that's sexy."

Justin opened his eyes. He looked over to the couch, matching Kyle's determined gaze with a puzzled one.

"This whole thing is insane," Justin muttered. "This has to be a dream or something." He frowned down at the swell under his clothes.

"It doesn't have to be a bad thing," suggested Kyle. "I mean, it felt good...right?"

Justin swallowed.

“Good” was an understatement. The sensation of being sucked and devoured had offered him the most intense sensations of pleasure he had ever experienced in his life.

"I like this," said Kyle with a nervous edge to his voice. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip then looked Justin straight in the eyes. "I like you."

"This is...some weird joke," Justin concluded. He closed the fridge and turned to leave empty-handed because for once he seemed to have lost his appetite.

But then Kyle was getting off the couch and rapidly closing the distance between them. He put his hands on Justin's waist—Justin took a shuddering breath—then his hands just lingered there tauntingly, brushing near where Justin's flesh softened and bloated out, so terribly close, only a few layers of fabric standing between hot skin and hot skin.

"It's okay," said Kyle. "I know this is weird shit. But you're fine. You're perfect. Bring on the weird." He allowed his thumbs to rub circles into Justin's flanks, causing heat to surge to the contact. "Let me make you feel good."

Justin opened his mouth but released a groan in lieu of words. He felt himself weakly nodding. Justin stiffened then relaxed as Kyle grabbed hold of his shirt. Justin breathed evenly as he allowed Kyle to peel away the layers. When they got down to Justin's thin, stretched undershirt, from which several inches of his mound bulged out at the bottom, Justin slumped back against the counter, his breathing thinning despite that they had yet to start.

Kyle slid the shirt up painstakingly slow. Justin shivered as the cotton dragged on the sensitive protrusion. Kyle bunched the shirt up over the mound, and for a moment, just marveled. He stared at the swollen nub, hard, glistening, and pink.

Kyle dropped down to his knees.

"Oh god," hissed Justin, gripping the counter behind him to brace himself from falling.

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God this was so demented. Kyle wanted to suck Justin's belly-tit and Justin wanted to let him.
Justin tried to get back on top of his school work. His panic over the transformation of his body had been replaced with an acute awareness of the way Kyle looked at him.

Justin slowly got used to the—the breast.

It got progressively warmer as days passed, but also heavier and fuller. He could feel a growing bloated sensation and he could sense the way it bulged out larger and more firm than before.

He was filling. Filling with milk, and god, it was fucking crazy. His gut was a tit and he was lactating.

He would sometimes catch Kyle's eyes. The other student looked unmistakably hungry. Justin would gulp and Kyle would lick his lips. Both knew how this would cumulate.

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Kyle could tell that Justin was filling up.

As the week went on, he was getting slower in his general movements. His skin was flushed and dewy, Justin often mopping sweat off his face with his hand.

He was breathless and panting. His belly was growing. Swelling, steadily pushing out as it filled more.

It began to stretch out his clothing again. More so than it had done previously. Justin was growing beyond his peak size just before Kyle had first drank from him. It was like the milk was stretching him out a little more than before.

Kyle surmised that Justin looked seven months pregnant by then. If someone paused to study him, they would take in the surreal nature of his dimensions. But from a distance, Kyle just looked like an overweight, baggily-clothed guy. If his youth was ignored, the curve of his belly could be ridden off to years of drinking.

Justin seemed more sensitive now. He moved around quite gingerly. Sometimes he would groan and pause in his movements just to breathe. Other times he would cup his abdomen gently. It was tender. Probably sore and tingling. Kyle wondered if the heat of the milk could be felt radiating off it. Kyle wondered if it was actually throbbing with fullness. The nipple seemed even more pronounced than usual, bulging visibly beneath the layers of shirts. And curiously, Justin continued to rub his chest at times, though he was getting increasingly reluctant to make much hand contact with his belly.

His large, swollen, milk-full belly. It would bob when Justin moved around. Justin's hand would slide down at times, carefully cradling the underside of the mass, as he panted and groaned, face flushed, and just the sight of it was enough to make Kyle almost lose control.

Kyle wanted to taste it. The milk was warm and thick with a subtle quality of sweetness. Kyle thought he could drink it forever.

But another part of him just enjoyed the sight of Justin adapting to his increasing burden; seeing Justin grimace and grunt as he tugged down his ever-shrinking tops. How far would his milk stretch him. Was he at capacity? What would that look like?

Kyle thought he had the answer one afternoon as Justin was easing himself down at the kitchen table with the utmost care. His ass hit the seat, then he released a gasp as his shirt immediately began to dampen. It rapidly got soaked, the material becoming pasted against him, the bulging golfball-sized nipple that had become of his belly button bulging out evidently.

Kyle couldn't hold back any longer. He went right over and pulled up Kyle's layered shirts. Milk wasn't seeping, but actually squirting forward in a thick stream. Delightfully, some of it got on Kyle.

Justin groaned and arched in his seat, trying to take some tension off the mound. "S-so...full."

Kyle's heart was pounding. He continued to pull up Justin's shirt, removing it completely; Justin allowing it. Kyle was rewarded with the sight of Justin's chest, which was different than the last time Kyle had seen Justin completely topless. He had accumulated some pudge there, pecs having softened in what looked like a small pair of breasts. Kyle drew in a long breath.

"Nnnghhhh...god..." Justin cupped the side of his belly.

Kyle sunk down to his knees, catching some of the stream in his mouth. He closed in and planted his lips around the large, hot belly-nipple.

Justin groaned.

"Feels good?" Kyle asked against the nub. He took a hard suck.

"Unnghhhhh..." Justin gave an indecipherable mumble.

"You got so full for me. You made so much milk," Kyle muttered, allowing his forehead to rest against the soft, smooth mound, just enjoying the heat of it. He took another suck, filling his mouth, gulping down more and more until his stomach was uncomfortably full. Still, he drank. "There's just so much. Enough to feed a whole family. I can't believe how much you’re producing," he tried to catch his breath, some milk rolling down his chin.

Justin's hand had risen to cover his own face, and he too was panting. Kyle couldn't see his groin but was certain Justin was hard where his gender was buried under his mass.

"How does it feel to be so full?" Kyle asked.

"God, I...just wanted you," Justin managed.

The words went straight to Kyle's own cock. "Then why do you fight it?"

"I...I won't fight it anymore. Want you to drink me."

Kyle did.

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The following week, Kyle got another generous bonus from his employer. He knew he should have felt guilty but all he felt was an immense sense of pleasure.

He had gotten the best of both worlds. He had revealed to Justin that he knew what was going on with his body while keeping his part in the whole scenario a secret and continuing to receive payments for it.

Kyle's life was beyond perfect at that moment. His most perverse fantasies—fantasies he hadn't even known he had—had come to fruition. He and Justin shared a dorm apartment, which meant that Kyle had a front row view of the bizarre transformation of Justin's abdomen. He got to see it, feel it, even suck it. And Justin wanted it just as much as Kyle did. The arrangement was mutually beneficial and Kyle was living a dream.

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"Yeah, my appetite has been out of control lately," said Justin awkwardly after Kyle had witnessed the other student demolish four double cheeseburgers and a mountain of fries. Justin was presently sucking down an XXL chocolate milkshake, and he still had a whole pizza he hadn't even gotten started on. "Feel like I'm starving half the time. Can't stop eating." He shrugged and took another slurp, seeming to have become complacent on this issue much like he had on his other changes.

"Hmm," said Kyle as he snagged a stray fry off the kitchen table.

Kyle had done some research. Apparently a nursing mother had to increase her food intake by 500 calories daily just for a newborn baby. Justin, in contrast, was producing massive amounts of milk, far more than a tiny baby's worth of nutrition. Additionally, the more milk Justin expended, the more he would make, and the more food he would eat. It was supply and demand. Justin was nursing, to a certain degree. The more milk Kyle demanded, the more Justin's body would try to accommodate him.

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Kyle liked to wait as long as possible. He liked to see Justin huge; liked to make him ask for it.

There was a knock on Kyle's bedroom door one morning. He opened it to find Justin standing there, one hand low on his swell, the other rubbing his back. Justin's belly was at what Kyle considered its current peak size, Justin's pajama shirt taut against it. Diamonds of skin had appeared between straining buttons, fat nipple close to popping right out.

"Hey," said Kyle, his eyes glued to the mound.

"Hey," said Justin. "Can I interest you in some breakfast?" His voice was half-joking, half-entreating, and Kyle was so tempted to say no. Maybe he could stretch this a little longer, make Justin a little tighter, see if they could get another inch or two of growth.

But Justin was just irresistible, the mound round and full, the huge nipple pushing hard into the shirt, already dampening the material with some leaking. Justin was flushed and panting, clearly feeling the weight of it.

"Sure," said Kyle, opening his door wider.

Justin came in and sat carefully on the bed, the fat tit settling against his lap. He rested his hands behind him on the mattress, leaning back and allowing Kyle to unbutton his shirt.

The nipple was dripping lazily, and Kyle couldn't help reaching down to give the mound a squeeze, causing Justin to gasp as the nipple squirted.

Kyle leaned down for a suck, groaning as creamy milk gushed into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, then kissed the flesh, even leaning up to nip at the little tits Justin was growing on his chest.

Justin arched, trembled, and enjoyed it.

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