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Bad Roommate, Part 1
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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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"That coffee addiction is going to bite you in the ass one of these days," said Kyle as he peeled his math textbook off the kitchen counter. The cover was sticky with syrup. He tried his best to wipe it off on the thigh of his jeans.
Justin didn't even lift his attention from his coffee. He was enjoying it at the small kitchen table of their shared apartment. Justin always made his coffee hot and black, with no additions to adulterate the bitter taste of caffeine. "I'll consider that when the semester ends," Justin lied before taking another sip, his rectangular glasses fogging up from the steam.
Kyle just snorted as he grabbed his keys. "See you in math." It was the one class they shared and would take place later that afternoon. Though Kyle and Justin had vastly different college majors, Math 137 was a prerequisite for both.
"I should get going myself." Justin finished his coffee and stood. Kyle discreetly watched him.
Justin was an avid soccer player, and though he ordinarily had a slim, toned physique, lately there was the slightest of curves in his T-shirts, indicative of some recent belly growth. He had put on weight.
Justin scratched the curve as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. The two walked out into the hallway.
"You taking your bike?" asked Kyle. Justin's motorcycle had only just gotten out of the shop.
"Of course," said Justin.
"That thing's a death trap."
"Don't knock it until you try it."
"When hell freezes over." Kyle threw another glance at the curve.
The two parted ways by the building's garage and Kyle started his usual half-hour walk to campus. He could have afforded a car by then. Actually, Kyle could have afforded a lot of things at that point in time.
Kyle was receiving regular payments. An envelope stuffed with five grand could be found in his gym locker at the beginning of the month. All he had to do was continue to surveil Justin and forward the recordings to his benefactor.
There were hidden cameras all over the apartment and in Justin's bedroom. They recorded every moment of Justin’s home life. In addition to surveilling him, Kyle was responsible for dosing Justin with a drug and ensure that he consumed it every day. It had been too easy. Kyle had simply grinded the pills into a powder then mixed it with Justin's coffee grounds. Considering Justin's coffee addiction, he was getting plenty of the drug daily.
It had been a couple of months, and Kyle honestly hadn't been expecting much, but it looked like the drug was finally taking effect. It made Kyle a little nervous, a little excited.
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Justin wasn't concerned about the weight gain.
He had a naturally fast metabolism and extra weight usually just fell off once he picked things up at the gym or track. He tried to keep active.
What concerned Justin was the notable swelling and darkening of his belly button. It was sensitive and appeared as though it had gotten infected somehow. It looked awkward, his normally inward navel button now bulging outward somewhat. He considered seeing a doctor, but he hated going in almost as much as he despised taking drugs. He knew he was generally strong and healthy. He rarely got sick and had no underlying medical conditions. Justin suspected that if he just waited it out, his body would fight the infection on its own.
And so he waited.
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Kyle swung by the college's athletics department one afternoon to drop off Justin's wallet. Justin had forgotten it that morning on his way out of the apartment.
"Thanks man," said Justin as he accepted it in the locker room. His belly was bulging against his soccer jersey and it was definitely getting rounder. Justin absently rubbed the mound, not seeming to notice what he was doing. Kyle eyed the protrusion in the middle, where Justin's belly button was now sticking outward. It looked like the drug was really taking effect. Kyle was rather bemused.
"No problem," said Kyle belatedly. He forced his gaze back up to Justin's face.
"Smith can I have a word with you?" said a gruff voice behind them.
Both boys turned to see coach Michaels standing with a frown on his face, his beefy arms crossed at his chest.
Justin gave Kyle a pat on the shoulder. "See you later," he said as he walked off to join the coach behind some lockers.
But Kyle couldn't help lingering; eavesdropping, really. He tried to blend in with all the half-dressed athletes and tinkered with the dial on a random locker, as though he was having trouble getting it open.
"I wanted to speak to you about your weight," said Michaels' too-loud voice. He was a direct man and got straight to the point.
Justin sounded embarrassed. "It's under control, coach."
"Yeah? Because it doesn't look under control," said Michaels emphatically. "It looks the opposite. Too many nights out? You need to cut back on the beer."
Justin hardly drank but he didn't bother to correct the older man. "I'm gonna go completely keto and step it up at the gym. It'll take two weeks tops."
Michael's huffed a sigh. "I hope you're being serious. I have twenty other sophomores who would kill for your spot. And they're not bad, Smith, could probably give you a run for your money."
"I am serious, coach," said Justin firmly.
Michaels gave another sigh. As Kyle heard the coach’s heavy footfalls he quietly departed before he could be caught.
He had never considered how the nature of the experiment could impact Justin on a personal and academic level, and it was certainly...interesting.
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Something really weird was going on with his stomach.
Justin wasn't eating or drinking any more than usual—honestly, he had cut back—yet the weight was continuing to pile on, steadily increasing without pause.
And all the weight was going directly to Justin's gut. His abdomen was getting rounder like a heavy drinker's, not really sagging, yet maintaining a softness to it.
His belly button was just starting to look bizarre. It was swollen and pink, really sticking out. It was developing a circular rash around it, and the whole area was so sensitive, he barely tried to touch it. It looked like the infection was getting worse. He really should have sought medical attention but he was sort of nervous and sort of embarrassed. He wasn't in pain. He didn't feel sick in any way. So Justin continued to put it off.
Michaels finally benched him. Rather than getting the weight off as Justin had promised, he had only managed to put more on. It was humiliating. His teammates snickered at him every chance they got. Justin had gone from being one of the star players to being a bench-warmer.
If he didn't get it together, he was at risk of being cut from the team entirely. Justin had never felt so overwhelmed, and found himself spending a lot of time trying to diminish the curve with baggier clothes and layers than working out at the gym. If anything, his appetite was growing, and his strict diet failed regularly in the form of eating binges.
His family had been pestering him for months to visit and Justin knew he couldn't keep putting it off. His mother was bound to do something drastic. And so he wrapped his body in a couple of loose sweaters, filled a duffle bag for the weekend, and rode out of the city to the quaint neighborhood where he had grown up.
For his mother, all it took was an embrace, then a once over, her gaze shooting down to his stomach. Thankfully his bulging belly button wasn't visible through the thick material draped over it, but she clearly saw the generalized gain. "Justin, you put on weight?" she said, eyebrows rising high then furrowing. "I always thought you were too thin, but this is a bit much."
Justin's cheeks burned.
"Don't tell me baby brother's porking up," Chris's voice called as he appeared behind their mother's shoulder. "Woah," he said as he took in the curve under Justin's sweater, the layers evidently doing little to hide it. "Booze-binging?"
"Shut up, Chris," Justin grumbled. "No, mom, I haven't been drinking," he added quickly at her look of alarm. He allowed himself to be ushered inside.
"Damn, Justin," he sister said in passing, hardly looking up from her phone.
"Shut it, Lane."
"Justin, don't talk to your sister like that.”
Justin followed his mother into the kitchen where she went to stir a pot on the stove. "Sit. Relax. Tell me how school's going? How's soccer."
"Great," Justin lied, forcing a smile. He was just grateful she didn't look up from the pot.
"Are you sure?" she said. "This, um, this isn't like you. You're usually so disciplined."
"Yeah, well, midterms," said Justin, digging for an explanation. "But I'm already back at the gym. This is nothing. But embarrassing."
His mother threw him an amused smile and the tension dissolved fast.
"Where's dad?" said Justin uneasily.
"He got called in for an emergency consult but he should be home any minute."
"Great," Justin huffed unenthusiastically. His father was a physician and rather preachy when it came to personal health.
"You know your dad cares about you. He just wants all his kids to be healthy."
Justin rolled his eyes as he thought back to how their father had reacted when Lane was diagnosed with mono in the 9th grade. "Do you think there'll be a lecture?"
"You know your father."
"I know this is going to be painfully awkward," Justin muttered under his breath as he folded his arms over his bloated midsection.
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The whole visit turned out being hellish, but it wasn't as though he had expected anything less. His family had a way of being insufferable at any and all times.
Justin silently rejoiced when his weekend spent enduring fat jokes from his siblings, disturbed looks from his father, and a general air of concern from his mother, finally came to a close.
The ride back to campus against the brisk air was rejuvenating, though Justin found himself grimacing at times from the odd and new sensation of his gut quavering with the movements of his bike.
His motorcycle jacket helped a little. The leather was decidedly tighter now at his abdomen, and helped to keep his gut from jiggling too drastically.
Still, there was a lot of friction going on. The weirdly erogenous sensation of his sensitive belly button left him breathless. Justin was half-hard by the time he made it back to his apartment.
He threw a hasty greeting to Kyle ("'Sup"), before heading straight to his bedroom and taking care of the problem on his pants.
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Kyle watched Justin's ongoing developments in morbid fascination.
It seemed out of nowhere Justin suddenly had a serious bump. If he were a pregnant woman, he could have passed as five months along. His bulging belly button showed prominently, especially when Kyle was at home in just a t-shirt rather than the jackets and sweaters he wore around campus.
Justin would rub his gut more without really noticing. He would rub his hands into the sides of the mound, making Kyle wonder if it was tender. Sore? Maybe it just felt good to be rubbed. And if so...how good?
Justin's hands seemed to specifically avoid his navel. He was dressed in a tank top that day, the material hugging into the plump curve. Justin was flustered, as he often seemed to be lately. He was breathing a little faster than his norm, his cheeks a little pinker, and he was sweating just a bit at his temples. He looked like he was overheated even though the weather was still cool and crisp as the winter ebbed slowly.
That evening, Kyle couldn't resist touching Justin. He wanted to feel the realness of what the drug was doing to him. Kyle did it casually but the contact wasn't missed.
"How's it going big guy," Kyle said as he lightly patted Justin's gut.
Justin's face went bright red and his body actually shuddered. He huffed out a breath and backed away, his hands curling under the mound. "Don't do that," he said breathlessly, looking entirely overwhelmed.
"I um...sorry," said Kyle. He could help staring.
"Yeah," said Justin awkwardly, because that's what this was. Painfully awkward. "I should...I should study." With that he turned into his room, closing the door, and leaving Kyle to his thoughts.
