Caution: Extreme Results
By Joshua Pierce
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For years, Frank had felt small. To small. In spite of being 6'7", he never managed to get above 150 pounds making him look like a beanpole. The young man looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, skinny as ever.
"When is it going to get here?" he complained.
As if in response, his doorbell rang. A huge grin crossed over his face. Running to the door, he threw it open. No one was there. He leaned out, keeping one hand on the inside of the door frame so he could see out farther. Still, no one there. He looked down and there on his front step was a small box. Reaching down, he picked it up. It rattled.
"Yess!!! Finally!!" He ran back inside and grabbed a knife from his apartment's small kitchen to cut the box open with. Inside the box was a small, unlabeled bottle.
Over the years, Frank had tried everything to put on some weight, actually feel like he matched his height, but nothing had worked. Not working out. Not gainer shakes. He had even dated a feeder for a year getting anywhere from one stuffing to a nightly stuffing for months, but that had only managed to gain him 5 pounds over the course of the entire year before his feeder got fed up and bailed on him. A month ago, while searching online, he came across an ad for a new supplement that claimed to be able to pack pounds onto even the most stubborn of bodies. Without a second thought, he had immediately ordered a bottle of the supplement.
Now that the pills had finally arrived, he couldn't wait to take one. Checking the bottle for directions, he didn't find anything. No writing or pictures or anything. Not even a name on the bottle. He dug into the Styrofoam peanuts and found a single sheet of paper.
Warning: Extremely Powerful
Do Not Take More Than One Pill A Time
Results May Vary Depending On The Individual
After Taking One Pill, Workout For Rapid Muscle Growth Or Eat To Rapidly Put On Fat
"Well, it says to take one then either workout or to eat to gain, so I think I'll work out first. Then I'll take one and gorge myself."
He popped one into his mouth as he run to his room to get dressed to head to the gym. It was only a few minutes’ drive to the gym near his house, but he could already feel the pill taking effect and filling him with energy. Not being a member of the gym, he had to pay for a day pass, but it was worth it when he finally got to start lifting some weights. He imagined he could feel his muscles breaking down and building up but after two hours working every muscle group he could think of, he was exhausted and still looked the same.
As he made his way back out to the car, his stomach growled. "Guess that workout went pretty well after all. Good thing there's a buffet nearby." He grinned. Despite it being right down the street, he still drove over to the Western buffet. He was about to head in when the bottle of pills rolled out of his bag. For a moment, he was just going to leave them, but if one pill worked for either working out OR eating, then he'd need one now. He popped a second pill and headed in.
With it being the middle of the day, no one was there so he quickly got seated by the hostess. While she got his drink, he went and got his first plate of food. Barbecue ribs, mashed potatoes, green beans, and corn. That was followed by a second plate. Then a third. A glass of Pepsi. A fourth plate. Another glass of Pepsi. And finally a fifth plate.
As he finished his fifth plate, he looked down at his gut. He had never eaten that much in his life and the basketball in his gut attested to it. He patted it as he finished his third glass of Pepsi and used his hands to help push him up. Grabbing the receipt, he paid and then headed out. It was only a few minutes before he got back into his house.
Getting in, he threw his gym stuff on the floor and himself onto the couch to sleep off the soreness of the working out and the stuffing. He barely managed to get his TV turned on before he fell asleep.
Frank snorted himself awake. He felt an extreme pressure all over himself that he had never felt before. Trying to sit up to relieve some pressure turned out to be more difficult than he expected as he now had a huge ball gut. It took extreme effort for him to finally get himself sitting up and even then he couldn't put his legs together because of his gut's size. He couldn't even get close to closing his legs. Or even seeing them.
Frank gasped as he realized he now had two huge pecs that easily rivaled any bodybuilder's pecs. Even with the size of his pecs, he could still easily see his gut. He started rubbing his gut with one hand, which couldn't even reach the front of his ball gut, and used the other hand to feel his new pecs. It only took him several rubs to notice his hands. He now had sausage fingers on a huge, ham of a hand that connected to a forearm that now was larger around than his neck was, or used to be, as he could feel his new double chin but couldn't see it. After several minutes of rubbing himself and checking out his new upper body, he decided to try checking out his lower body. This turned out even more difficult than just sitting up as he couldn't even lean an inch forward before his ball gut would hit the couch and stop his momentum cold.
With some quick thinking, Frank used his new muscles to thrust himself up into a standing position, though not to used to his new found size, he nearly went right back down on his gut which would now likely have also shattered his coffee table too. The remaining strips of clothing slowly slid off him as he regained his balance, though he could surprisingly still feel his extremely stretched out boxers remaining on him.
His first step was almost as much of a near disaster as he couldn't see how his thighs had changed so was extremely surprised when a single regular step had them rubbing together so badly that the friction and resistance sent flames shooting through them as the hair on them snagged and came close to being ripped out.
"Yeowch! I didn't expect that!" He tried to take a second step, this time swinging his leg out and around, and it worked much better. Moving this way was slow since he wasn't used to it, but after several steps, he was getting the hang of it. Even though he sped up as he got used to walking in an almost wobbling fashion that came close to being even beyond a waddle, it still took him close to 15 minutes to get all the way across the living room and down the hall to his room. Upon getting to his room, he found another problem. He tried going straight through the door only get his shoulders wedged into it.
"Damn!" He growled. He tried turning sideways and going in like that only to get his stomach wedged in instead. "Great! Now I'm to big to even get into my room." He scowled for a moment before he realized just what he said.
"Yes! I'm to big to get into room! I'm finally really a big guy!" He jumped in excitement, forget about his new build. Upon landing, he lost his balance and fully fell into his doorway. For a moment, it looked like he could get through, but then the widest part of his gut got wedged again, very firmly this time. For several seconds, he remained suspended in the door frame but that soon passed as he heard it splintering and felt gravity resume its hold on his now massive body.
The floor stopped his fall but not before he managed to do it more harm than it did him. "Well, there goes my security deposit." He groaned. He tried to roll himself over and found a new problem as his momentum combined with the firm roundness of his gut caused him to roll right back onto his back. He moaned and dropped his head back against the floor as he realized his predicament. That was when he noticed that he could touch the wall.
He again forced himself to roll over and this time he rolled into the wall that stopped him right before he reached the height of his gut. He reached over his head to grab the edged of the dresser in front of him and used that, along with his legs which barely reached the floor, to get himself up. Once he was back up again, he went over to check the mirror. He wasn't disappointed by what he saw.
His rounded face was bright red from the exertion he had just put himself through, all the way through not just his second, but his third chin too.
"Three chins. Wasn't expecting that." He mumbled, rubbing them before moving on to looking at his arms. Each arm was bigger around than his waist used to be. They had a thickness and smoothness that could only be obtained through getting fat but a firmness and strength under that that could only happen through working out. His lats pushed his gigantic arms out so no matter how hard he tried, he would be unlikely to ever get them back straight down against his sides again. His gut didn't disappoint from this angle either as it actually went several inches beyond both sides of the mirror he was looking into. It was rather firm but had a layer of fat hanging at the bottom that went most of the way to his gargantuan knees that also had folds of fat over them.
He turned sideways so he could see around his gut to his legs. His thighs, from what he could see, had to be at least 50 or more inches around. He couldn't even bend over enough to see his calves and feet, but he figured they were extremely large too. Looking at his back, he could see that his ass had become wide enough for not just two but three people. Surprisingly, despite giving him a wedgie, his boxers had managed to hold extremely well.
He turned to face the mirror directly again and grinned. "I can see what they mean about those pills being powerful! Maybe I should take another one and go workout some more?" He mumbled to himself. Before he could take a single step though, a gurgle sounded in his gut and a warmth surged throughout his body. "Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn't have taken that second pill."