Venice Beach, by James
Pine trees. Nothing but pine trees was all that Justin could see as he drove south out of Houston. He traveled on a four-lane highway but most of the traffic and businesses were on the Interstate several miles away. On Justin’s route, there wasn’t much to break the monotony on this sunny, warm afternoon.
But suddenly there was. A sign along the side of the road said “Venice Beach, 10 Miles.” Justin thought back to his days as a teenager when he had often dreamed of being a big bodybuilder strutting around on Muscle Beach. He imagined his skinny physique transformed into a thick, beefy muscular one that drew attention and admiration. Now, ten years later, Justin was no longer a thin eighteen-year old. A serious weightlifting program, begun in his junior year in high school, had added sixty pounds of muscle over the years. However, continued “eating to bulk up” even after his training was diminishing and a love of beer had caused his total weight gain to exceed one hundred pounds. Justin’s weight was over 280 now, with a large, very protruding round, firm belly to go with a muscular upper body.
Another sign passed. It had said “Venice Beach, 5 Miles.” “I’ve gotta go and look around. I’m big enough now to make my dream come true,” he thought to himself. “Maybe a little too big,” he mused, looking down at his distended gut.
Justin considered his schedule and convinced himself that he had plenty of time for a detour. He turned his car off of the highway and onto the exit ramp. As he reached the side road, he saw the sign to Venice Beach. The arrow pointed to his left.
He turned his Thunderbird onto the two-lane road. Justin rolled down the window and stuck his arm out. He flexed his big bicep and yelled, “MUSCLE BEACH, HERE I COME!”
It only took a few minutes to reach the small town. Justin parked when he was within a couple of blocks of the beach. He got out of his car and started walking toward the oceanfront.
Justin glanced at his reflection in a store window. “Huge,” he thought to himself, as he did a double-bi pose, “Fuckin’ huge!”
“If only I hadn’t let my gut get so big.” He put his hand on the large, round ball that stretched out his tight white tank top. He was wearing an old pair of faded jeans that were now a snug fit. A big belt buckled was fastened underneath his bulging belly, and he could barely see it in the mirror image of himself in the window. Old snakeskin boots completed his outfit. Justin didn’t really mind owning a gut as it was definitely considered macho back home in Oklahoma. It was just that it was bigger than he thought it could get. He had dreamed of people admiring him because of his oversized, muscular body. But now he was afraid that his huge belly would ruin the chance of that happening.
Justin reached a walkway that ran parallel to the beach. He looked up and down the wide sidewalk. It appeared that there was more activity to his left, so he began walking in that direction.
The sidewalk was paved and about fifteen feet wide. To his immediate right lay a grassy area, then beyond that a solid row of shrubs and a few palm trees. Just past the shrubs was a sandy beach about 150 yards wide. On his left, was a solid line of structures. Most of the buildings appeared to be apartments or condominiums, with sliding glass doors opening onto porches and balconies.
As Justin continued walking, he noticed a couple of tan males walking toward him, each wearing only a pair of shorts. Something a little unusual about their appearance, Justin thought. Both were young, muscular and very good looking. But both guys had noticeable round guts, and appeared to be showing off their bellies by going shirtless. As Justin approached, they broke into big smiles and stared at his huge gut. One of them gave Justin the “thumbs up” sign and the other said “Cool belly!” as they passed. Justin smiled back but didn’t say anything.
The residences on the left were giving way to more businesses and the shrubs on the right were becoming sparser. The number of people was increasing as Justin stopped for a moment to examine his surroundings.
“Looking for something?”
Justin turns to face the person who had asked the question. A man in his late twenties who had the same build as most of the guys on the beach: muscular but with a belly. The man wasn’t as big as Justin in muscle or gut but he still went about 240 pounds.
“Not really looking for anything specifically, just, you know, checkin’ the place out.” Justin answered.
“You haven’t been here before?” the other guy asked, now staring intently at Justin’s big beer belly.
“No. Actually I am kinda looking for something,” Justin admitted. “The famous Muscle Beach. Isn’t it here in Venice? That’s what I’d always heard.”
The other guy gets a big grin on his face, “Well, this ain’t exactly Muscle Beach, but I think it’s actually more suited to you anyway.”
“Huh?”
“I’m Jeff. Welcome to Belly Beach!” Justin’s new friend says and extends his hand. “I think you ended up in the right place after all.” Jeff pokes Justin’s round belly after the handshake.
“I’m confused. What’s this place again? Where’s Muscle Beach?”
“The Muscle Beach you’ve heard of is in Venice Beach, CALIFORNIA. This Venice Beach is home to the slightly less famous Belly Beach, where guys, like you, come and show of their well-developed beer guts. See?” Jeff said and pointed to a lamppost over their heads.
Justin looks up at a sign attached to the lamppost. It had “Belly Beach” written in script lettering next to the shadow of a huge bellied bodybuilder.
“See, you’re right where you belong.” Jeff looks back at Justin’s gut. “You’ve got a killer belly, man, you should be showin’ that thing off. Take off your shirt and strut your stuff!”
Justin smiled and complied with the request.
“That’s better. Man, you really stick out, don’t you!” Jeff patted the round belly as they both start to walk.
Justin smiled even bigger. His dream was coming true! Maybe not exactly in the way he imagined it, but people were noticing him because of his unusually large size. The fact that it was his gut as much as his muscles, really didn’t matter.
“You know what you need, my big bellied friend?” Jeff asked.
“A few more beers?” Justin replied.
“No, even better than that. What you need is a complete belly-building workout! I’ve got a membership at a gym just up the beach that specializes in gut development. Why don’t we go up there and I’ll put you through an awesome workout? We’ll get that belly nice and huge!”
Justin thought about it for a second. He didn’t mind having a beer gut but he wasn’t sure if he wanted his belly to get much bigger. However, he did enjoy the attention coming his way and was fairly certain it would increase with an even larger gut. “And how much difference could one workout make?” he thought to himself.
“O.K. I’m up for it! Lets go!” Justin said and Jeff smiled approvingly.
As the two beefy studs walked down the paved boardwalk, Justin began to see where they were headed. A large structure was becoming more noticeable as they moved closer. It was a series of small, one story, concrete and wood buildings each with a flat roof. The buildings were connected together by a series of large patios and the entire complex was completely surrounded on all sides by a low concrete block wall. As Justin reached the first corner of the wall, he could see more clearly into the facility. The buildings themselves appeared to house mostly kitchens as there were many bars and counters at which to order food and beverages. The open areas between the counters and the low outside walls contained standard weight training equipment and also some apparatus that Justin was not familiar with. Several guys were moving about inside the gym, going from one weight machine to another or from one bar to the next. A few men were scattered around the outside of the facility, leaning up against the wall and watching some of the workouts.
A large man stood at the entrance to the gym. A white polo shirt fit tightly over his big pectoral muscles and curved gut. His thick quadriceps stretched out the black shorts that completed his uniform. The word “STAFF” appeared in red block letters on the sleeve and back of his shirt. Over the pocket the word “Jim” was written in script.
“Jimbo, what’s up?” Jeff asked and raised his hand.
“Jeff, good to see you man,” Jim replied and completed the high five.
“I got a buddy of mine here. Jim this is Justin. Justin, Jim.” Jeff introduced the two big guys to each other and they shook hands.
“I’d like to get him a good workout. He’s new around here.”
“You sure ‘bout that? It looks like he’s spent some time here,” Jim said as he reached out and patted Justin’s big belly. “That’s a nice gut you got going there.”
“Uh, thanks man,” Justin said, and then put his hand on top of his belly. “Sounds like Jeff is going to help me out with this.”
“Oh, he’ll help you out all right! Have a great workout!” Jim grinned and waved them along.
The two walked inside and around one of the counters. Justin spotted a young man off to the side, appearing to be getting set up to do some bench presses. However, Justin wasn’t able to see a bar for the weights.
“What’s that guy doing? Justin asked. Before Jeff could answer, Justin was close enough to see what was actually taking place. The young man was lying on what looked like a lawn chair, except that it was made of wood and was larger and much sturdier than a typical chaise lounge. He was partially sitting up and was only wearing a pair of cutoff shorts. His muscular upper body was attached to a very big, perfectly round belly. Justin noticed the hose running from the young man’s mouth into a large keg. Two other men were doing something to the keg.
“Oh, he’s getting a beer pump. You want one of those? That’ll get your belly really growing fast!
“I don’t know,” Justin said, as he watched the young guy’s beer balloon grow. “He’s so huge! That poor bastard looks like his giant belly’s about to pop!
“Yeah, but he’s ordered the half-barrel. There are other sizes if you’d like to start with something smaller.”
“Hmmm, I’m not sure...”
“Well, what do you like to eat? What’s you favorite food?”
“Cheeseburgers, man, I love cheeseburgers. You wouldn’t believe how many I can put away!”
“Great! That’s perfect. I’ll order you a Burger Blast! Sit down over there and I’ll be right back.”
Jeff was pointing to a large wooden picnic table. Justin walked over and took a seat. A minute later, Jeff returns and states, “We’ll be ready to get started in just a few.”
It didn’t take too long before a man appeared, wearing the same type of uniform as the staff member at the door. He was not as big as either Justin or Jeff and had the name “Ron” over his shirt pocket. Ron placed a large tray of cheeseburgers on the table and introduced himself.
“Ron’s the name; belly building is my game!” he said, and then looked at Justin’s protruding gut. “Looks like you’ve done a pretty good job by yourself; but you can always do more with a little help!”
“I’m Justin; this is my first time here so go easy on me!”
“GO EASY! Man, with us here, you’re gonna do things you didn’t think possible! We NOT going to go easy on you, but we will help you. Why don’t you just get started and I’ll be right back.”
Justin studied the big platter piled high with quarter pound size cheeseburgers and then turned towards Jeff.
“I can’t eat all this! There must be a dozen burgers here!”
“Just get started and we’ll see how far you can go.”
Justin ate the first burger quickly and then started on the second. Meanwhile, Ron had arrived with a large tan colored plastic pitcher.
“Here’s something for you to wash down those burgers. Drink up! There’s plenty more!”
Justin turned the pitcher up to his mouth and took a gulp. It was a vanilla shake, the perfect accompaniment to the burgers. Justin smiled at the good taste.
Justin had finished about seven burgers and was on his second pitcher of shake, when he said, “I don’t think I can eat much more!”
“Sure you can, man,” Jeff replied. “Just go slow if you have to and get in a rhythm. Take a bite of burger; then a swallow of shake and keep it up. There’s only a little bit left.”
Justin followed the advice and it seemed to work. He paused though before the last burger and was just starring at it.
“C’mon, man you can do it! Your doing a great job; just one more left!”
Justin slowly picked up the last cheeseburger and took a big bite. He brought the pitcher to his mouth and took a swig, then swallowed. After a few more bites and gulps, he was done!
Justin placed his hands on top of his gut and moaned slightly. “Oh, I am so stuffed! I’ve never eaten this much before in my life!”
“Awesome job, man. Stand up and lets see how you’re lookin’!”
Justin slowly stood up from the table. His belly was clearly larger than when he arrived. It had an even more rounded look to it, and definitely stuck out further. Justin put one hand on each side of his swollen gut. “I feel like I swallowed a damn bowling ball,” he said and tried to steady himself. “Whoa, I’m not used to my new size!”
Jeff reached over and gently poked the burger-bloated belly. “You look awesome! You’re gut’s gettin’ really big now!” Jeff turned and then began to walk away. “I’ve got something for you that’ll make you feel better. Come over here.”
Justin slowly followed Jeff over to some sort of large apparatus. It looked like a squat rack, but with some additional unusual attachments.
“This’ll help stretch out your gut. Get in!”
Jeff helped Justin into the machine. Justin stood with his back to a large round barrel that had been installed sideways in the back of the rack. He placed his boots in the straps attached to the floor and grabbed hold of the bar over his head as Jeff had instructed him. Justin’s back was flat against the barrel with his arms reaching high over his head.
“Now as I push this lever, keep holding on to the bar. We’re going to slowly stretch your belly.”
Justin has a slightly apprehensive look on his face, but nodded his head in an up and down motion.
As Jeff pushed the lever, the bar over his head moved further backwards behind his body, while the barrel moved slowly forward. These two opposite motions pulled Justin back over the barrel until his chest was nearly parallel to the ground. The effect of having his upper body on top of the barrel and his boots still secured to the floor, stretched out his belly. Justin grunted a couple of times initially, but seemed to get more comfortable with the motion after a few repetitions. Jeff kept the exercise going, slowing increasing the distance until Justin was able to go back noticeably further.
“I think that’s going to be enough,” Jeff said, then helped Justin out of the machine. “How do you feel?”
“Actually, I don’t feel nearly as bloated,” Justin answered, looking down at his round belly, “But my gut’s still huge!”
“Good! You’re supposed to be huge! This equipment is not designed to reduce your belly, just make it feel better. Now have a seat over there.”
Jeff had pointed to a long wooden bench with a back. As soon as Justin sat down, he noticed Ron walking over with another platter of cheeseburgers. Ron put them down on a nearby table as well as a pitcher of vanilla shake.
“I’ll admit my belly feels a little better, but I can’t eat much more. I’ve eaten so much already!” Justin complained when he saw the food.
“Just eat as much as you can; I’m going to help you.” Jeff replied and handed Justin the first burger of this second batch. “Let’s get this workout going!”
Justin managed to eat and drink enthusiastically for a while. It wasn’t until he was through half of the batch of burgers and one of the pitchers that he slowed down.
“I’m really stuffed!” Justin stated with a slight groan. “My gut’s startin’ to hurt!”
“Just take one bite, then one sip, then one bite, and keep going. Like I said before; get into a rhythm and keep going!” Jeff suggested, and began to help Justin eat.
Jeff’s encouragement renewed Justin’s enthusiasm and he kept eating. Justin was going through the burgers slowly, but he kept going. Finally, Jeff handed Justin the last burger.
“If I eat another bite, my belly’s gonna bust!” Justin declared.
“Just one more little burger. No problem for a great eater like you!”
Justin put the final burger to his mouth and took a big bite. His face was somewhat flushed and he struggled to swallow, but got it down. A few more bites followed, then he sucked down the last drop of the vanilla milkshake. Justin had finished another round!
“Great job, man! That’s what I call some fine eatin’!” Jeff said with a huge grin on his face. “Awesome. Just awesome!”
Justin smiled weakly back, then looked down at his belly. It was hugely swollen and as big as a beach ball. Even the sides of his gut had bowed out to complete the perfect sphere.
“I’m as big as a house,” Justin noted, as he ran his hands over his giant gut, “I feel like I’ve swallowed a whole hog!”
“That’s exactly what you look like too,” Jeff said, still with a big grin on his face. “And it’s fantastic!”
Justin leaned back, closed his eyes and let out a slight groan.
“I know it hurts a little bit; don’t worry; Ron here will fix you up.”
Justin opened eyes in time to see Ron walk over a pull up a chair next to the bench.
“Am I going to go in the stretching machine again?” Justin asked with a bit of a concerned look on his face.
Ron smiled and put his hand on top of Justin’s burger balloon, “No, you’re too big for that know. But I’ve got something here that will help you feel a little better.”
Justin watched as Ron opened the lid on a small blue jar and stuck his hand in. Ron removed a substance from the container and began to gently spread it over the tight ball of Justin’s belly.
“What’s this?” Justin asked.
“A special lotion that will help relax and stretch that big belly of yours,” Ron answered.
Justin leaned back and smiled as Ron continued to slowly rub the burger-bloated gut.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ron asked.
“Ohhhhh, it sure does,” Justin said as he closed his eyes and leaned back a little further.
It took nearly ten minutes to rub the lotion over the entire expanse of Justin’s sizable belly. Ron gently patted the bulging gut.
“O.K., it’s all done. Feel better?”
“Yeah, I do. I’m not as bloated as before. I feel pretty good now.” Justin replied.
“I’ll be right back” Ron said then stood up and walked away.
Jeff had moved and was now sitting on the bench to the left of Justin.
“You’re belly looks great, man. It’s really gotten huge!”
“ I can’t believe how big I am now, man,” Justin stated, as he looked down as his ballooned gut. “I’m stickin’ out somethin’ fierce!”
Justin heard someone approaching and raised his head just in time to see Ron laid another huge platter of burgers on the table.
“All right, enough of this coddling. We’re not finished yet!”
Justin’s eyes grew larger as he stared at the pile of cheeseburgers on the table.
“There’s no way I can eat all those, man. I’ve got so much stuffed into my gut already!” Justin exclaimed and thumped his belly for effect. “See how full I am?”
“Oh there’s still some room in there. We both gonna help you eat at least a few of these.” Ron said as he sat down next to Justin on the bench.
Jeff was now on one side and Ron on the other as they began to feed the big cheeseburgers to their growing visitor. Justin slowly took a bite from the burger that Jeff held, then a sip of vanilla shake from Ron, swallowed, then repeated. Justin had stretched out his arms along the back of the bench, and just sat back as his two helpers kept the feeding process going. After half of the burgers and one of the pitchers of shake had disappeared, Justin let out a groan.
“I’m....totally....stuffed. I....can’t....eat....no....more”
“Just one more bite,” Jeff said and pressed another burger to Justin’s lips. Justin obliged and then took another sip of shake. Jeff continued his plea of one more bite and Justin continued to eat. The burger blimp’s face was turning slightly red and he had begun to sweat, but every time Jeff said the magic words, Justin took one more bite.
Finally, there came a time when there was actually only one more bite to go.
“C’mon, man you’re there. This is really it. ONE MORE BITE!” Jeff encouraged. Justin somehow managed to gulp down the last bit of burger and then finished off the last shake.
“FUCKING AWESOME job, man! That’s the best eatin’ I’ve seen in a long time!” Jeff exclaimed.
Justin smiled weakly then looked down at his blimped up belly. “Oh...my... God!” Justin ran his hand around his enormous gut. “I... BURP... look... like... a... pregnant... BURP... horse!” Justin thumped his obscenely over stuffed belly. “And... I feel... BURP... like... it... too!”
Both Ron and Jeff were now standing back from Justin, studying the results of the workout. Jeff had a huge grin on his face. “You look like we hooked up a bicycle pump to your belly button and blew up your stomach like a giant balloon! I have never seen a guy get so big after only his first workout!”
Ron picked up the empty pitchers and the tray that had been piled with burgers. He bent over a gently patted the top of Justin’s burger balloon. “Nice, man. Very nice. You finished a KILLER workout! Congratulations; I hope to see you in here again!”
Justin just moaned as Ron poked the enormous gut and then walked away.
Jeff sat back down again and placed his hand on Justin’s obscenely gorged belly.
“How does it feel to have belly this stuffed?” Jeff asked.
“I’m... BURP... gonna... pop..... whoa!... hey... be careful!” Justin answered, as Jeff had pressed down on the ballooned gut a little too firmly.
Jeff removed his hand from the over stuffed belly and sat back to just watch Justin. His attention shifted to a man calling out from one of the little buildings in the middle of the gym. Jeff waved back and yelled out, “Be right there!”
“Hey, I’ve got to go and take care of something. I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t go anywhere!” Jeff stated, gave Justin’s swollen gut a light pat and stood to leave.
“Don’t... worry... I… don’t... think... I... can... move.” Justin replied as he watched Jeff walk away.
Justin looked down at his belly and was amazed by the size of it. He couldn’t see his thighs or his boots or much of the floor. He began to run his hands along the top of his enormous gut, when he heard someone speak.
“Great gut, man! You must have had one hellavu workout to get like that!”
Justin looked up to see the two young men that he had passed on the way into Belly Beach. They were staring at his gigantic round belly with big grins on their faces. The two guys sat down, one on either side of Justin.
“Hey I’m Frank and this is Joe,” the blonde-haired one said and extended his hand. Frank shook Justin’s hand then didn’t waste in time reaching out to touch Justin’s blimped up belly. Justin had just finished shaking Joe’s hand, when he felt Frank’s finger poke his incredibly bloated gut. This triggered a big belch from Justin and a smile from Joe and Frank.
“It’s tight as a drum,” Frank observed of Justin’s belly. “What’s in that thing?”
“Uh..., three dozen cheeseburgers... and... six pitchers... of vanilla shake,” Justin answered and looked down at his gut. “I’m so... fuckin’ full!”
“OH MY GOD! That is KILLER! Joe said excitedly, “Dude, I wish I could get through a workout like that!”
“You look like a giant beach ball has been over-inflated inside your stomach! You’re belly is so round!”
“Yeah, that’s what... I’ve been told,” Justin replied.
“So how big around is that blimp belly?” Frank asked as he placed his arm around the front of the burger stuffed balloon.
When Justin answered that he didn’t know, the other two men decided that a gut this magnificent had to be measured. They helped Justin stand up and get him steadied. This was not an easy task as Justin’s belly stuck out so far his sense of balance was very distorted. Finally, they had Justin upright and stationary and retrieved a measuring tape from a hook on the wall nearby.
“All right, let’s see what we got here.” Frank announced as he stood next to Justin.
“Measure his waist first, then see how his gut compares,” Joe suggested.
“Hey, good idea,” Frank replied and knelt down on the floor in order to reach under Justin’s gigantic gut.
This required some effort from Frank. Justin’s belt buckle was somehow still fastened, but it was pointed straight down. Even though Justin’s ballooned belly did not sag too much, it was still somewhat difficult to read the tape measure once it was around Justin’s waist.
“Forty and one half inches,” Frank said as he stood up, “Now lets see how much bigger the magnificent belly itself is.”
Frank stretched the tape around the huge tan sphere. Joe and Justin himself were staring at the tape measure as Frank pulled it together,
“Fifty nine inches!” Frank nearly shouted. “A foot and a half bigger than his poor straining belt!”
Justin eyes widened when he heard the number. Could he actually be the owner of a belly that was fifty-nine inches around? Looking down at what he could see, and especially what he couldn’t see, he believed it. “Wow, I’m incredibly huge!” he thought to himself.
“That’s an awesome gut there Justin,” Joe noted, “But you know, it would be really special to have a full sixty inch gut; and you’re so close already.”
“I couldn’t possibly eat any more,” Justin replied with another belch, then placed his hand on his extremely swollen belly, “I am so damn stuffed I can barely move as it is!”
“Well, I’m sure you can’t EAT anymore, but how about if you just drank a little beer, eh? I’m sure you like beer, don’t you?” Frank asked and gently patted the big ball in front of him.
“Hey, that’s it! We’ll just hook him up to a keg for a bit. It wont take long to add an inch to that huge gut!” Joe suggested.
“I don’t know,” Justin said, “I’m not sure my belly can take any more; I’m so inflated already!”
Frank and Joe convinced Justin that a little more beer wouldn’t hurt and they guided him over to the large wooden chair. Justin sat down then leaned back, letting his monstrous round belly protrude before him.
“Now, not too much beer for me, I’m so…mmggffff,” Justin began to speak but was cutoff as a thick black hose was stuck into his mouth and fed down his throat. Joe attached the other end of the hose to the keg located behind Justin.
“Here we go! On to sixty big inches!” Joe yelled as he pulled the lever on the keg.
Justin could feel the beer flowing into his belly. Since there was not any more room in the swollen ball, there was only one possible result. Justin’s belly began to slowly expand outwards. Justin looked down at the growing ball and began to get a little concerned. “I’m so gigantic. How much can a belly take?” he thought to himself.
Joe and Frank were all smiles as they watched the beer and burger balloon get bigger before them.
“It’s unbelievable. I ain’t never seen a belly this big and round,” Frank remarked.
“Me neither,” Joe replied, “I sure wish my stomach could stretch out like that.”
A staff member from the gym walked up and looked at Justin.
“Hey, how long has he been hooked up to the keg?” the staff member asked.
“Not very long at all; we just started,” Frank answered.
“He don’t look to good. His face sure is gettin’ red and his belly is so damn huge, I don’t think he can take much more.”
“He’s a big boy, he can take it. Just a little bit longer”
“Look how stretched the skin is on his belly. You better unhook him before that belly pops!
“If you think he’s gettin’ too full, why don’t you take his belly pressure and we’ll see how he is?”
“OK , I’ll do that,” the staff member replied and turned away.
The staff member returned after only a few seconds and stood next to Justin.
“Have you ever had your belly pressure measured?” the staff member asked.
Justin shook his head in the negative. The staff member held up the device that looked like a thick silver pen. He explained that it worked just like a tire pressure gage. The gage would gently puncture a bloated belly and a plastic white stick would come out, indicating the amount of pressure.
Justin watched as the man bent over and brought the end of the gage to his still swelling gut. The gage disappeared from Justin’s view when in went below the rounded edge of his enormous belly.
Justin felt a prick; then almost instantly saw the white stick fly out of the gage and land on the concrete floor ten feet away. There was a loud gasp from the staff member and Frank said, “Holy shit! HIS BELLY BLEW THE GAGE!”
“Quick, turn off the tap!” the staff member commanded and Joe obliged. The staff member gently pulled the hose out of Justin’s mouth and lay it down.
“You need to be more careful,” the staff member looked at Joe and Frank, “This guy’s gut almost burst open!” He reached down and touched the hyper distended gut before him. “Feel how hard his belly is; he was just about to explode!”
“We’re sorry, but it looked like he could take it. And he’s OK; and look; now he has the biggest belly ever!”
“Yeah, what an amazing gut! Let see how big around it is now!” Joe suggested.
Frank and Joe both realized that the gigantic belly would not allow Justin to stand up without any assistance. Frank positioned himself on one side and Joe on the other and together they hoisted the beer and burger bloated blimp up into a standing position. Justin swayed back and forth for several seconds before gaining his balance.
“I... can... hardly... stand... you’ve... stuffed... my... gut… so... much.” Justin moaned as he put his hands on the sides of the enormous ball. “Look... how... huge... I’ve... gotten!”
“That’s what we want to find out!” Joe said, and got out the measuring tape again.
Joe wrapped the tape around the obscenely swollen belly and stared at the numbers.
“He did it! Sixty three inches around!” Joe exclaimed.
“That is a kick ass gut you’ve got there, dude,” Frank noted as he poked the big balloon. “I’ve never seen a belly stick out so far!”
“Holy Shit! What’s happened to your belly Justin? You still eatin’?” Jeff had just walked up and saw Justin’s belly was even larger than before. Jeff stood next to Justin and let out an appreciative whistle.
“Damn, that thing’s gigantic,” Jeff said as he poked the huge round orb attached to Justin’s beefy, muscular body. “What’s in there?”
“We felt after he ate all those burgers that he’d be thirsty, so we pumped a little beer in here,” Joe answered as he put his hand on the magnificent gut. “And it turned out that he was REALLY thirsty!”
“They... almost... burst... me... open,” Justin said, “I’m... so... fuckin’... bloated... I ... can... barely... breathe!”
“Well, I must say they did a great job! You have the best gut I’ve ever seen. You don’t get too many firm guts that are that enormous!” Jeff commented.
“I... think... I’d... better... get... goin’
“Yeah, OK,” Jeff agreed as he placed his hand on Justin’s gigantic belly, “Looks like you’ve had all you can hold!”
Joe and Frank were disappointed that their blimped-up friend was going to leave. They stood on either side of Justin for one last close-up look at the massive round balloon.
“Awesome, dude,” Joe said as he poked the side of Justin’s overstuffed gut, “This is as good as it gets!”
“Yeah, you won’t see a belly stick out any farther than this,” Frank conceded as he traced the curve of the sphere from just below Justin’s pecs to his deep belly button, “Hope you come back real soon and we can do this again!”
Joe also asked Justin to return whenever he could as he poked the burger and beer balloon one last time. Justin began to walk toward the main entrance of the facility, but was having some trouble keeping his balance.
“Man..., my gut’s so huge... I can barely carry it around,” Justin complained. “I may need to rent a wheelbarrow to get this fucker home!” Justin said as he placed both hands on the sides of his super distended belly.
Justin kept his hands on the sides of his gut for support and continued towards the entrance. The big man, Jim, was still at the front. His eyes widen when he saw Justin approaching and he let out an appreciative whistle.
“Damn, man You’re gut’s gotten huge!” Jim practically shouted, “You look like a pregnant hippo!”
Justin still had both hands supporting his gut. “That’s what I feel like man; Jeff here wouldn’t stop stuffing me!”
Jim moved closer to Justin and began to poke the tan balloon.
“Mighty fine job you did Jeff, mighty fine,” Jim observed as he continued to feel the incredibly swollen belly, “What did you get in here?”
“Everything,” Jeff answered with a grin.
Jim looked down at his hand on the top of Justin’s impossibly bloated belly and smiled wide, “It sure looks like it!”
Jeff then described the incredible stuffing that had taken place. Jim was listening intently and even let out an audible gasp when Jeff told of the belly gage blowout.
“So how does this feel, dude?” Jim asked, patting the enormous gut all around, “It feels so fuckin’ tight!”
“Like I’m about to burst,” Justin replied.
“It sure looks like it! Jim agreed. “Man I wouldn’t get to close to that thing with a sharp object.”
“I need to sit down. It’s gettin’ hard to carry this around.” Justin stated.
“OK, lets go!” Jeff replied.
Jim waved goodbye but kept his eye on the colossal gut as Justin slowly waddled out of the gym and back onto the sidewalk.
“So where can I rest this fucker?” Justin asked and put both his hands under his burger and beer-swollen balloon.
“I got an idea. We can go in here.” Jeff pointed to a large wooden building further down the sidewalk.”
“What’s that”
“Its one of the most popular bars here. You can sit down and rest. And I hear they have two-for-one on pitchers of beer!” Jeff grinned as he looked at Justin’s hugely swollen gut.
“OOOOOOHHHHHH”