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OSCAR´S BIG BULK, PART 1

Added 2022-03-21 12:54:46 +0000 UTC

The pandemic hit Oscar and Tommy hard. They had to sell their house. Then they had to close their gym down and start living in it. At least until things got back to normal. For Oscar, the boredom was unbearable. Surrounded by weights every day, his hankering to bulk up bigger blew out of control.

For a whole year, all he did was lift. Morning, noon, and night. Gainer shakes always at hand; he lost track of how many he was chugging each day.

During that year, Oscar blew UP. His offseason weight soon shot past Greg Kovacs’ record of 420 pounds. Yet he still felt too small. He wanted more…

Coach: You okay, Oscar? You look lost in thought.

Oscar: Yeah, I just… had this strange dream last night. I was at a brewery, and I was like a beer taster, but… it got totally out of control. I just kept drinking and drinking, I was getting SO fat! I was like… like some kind of beer balloon…!

Coach: Woah. Strange dream!

Oscar: Yeah, haha. But it just got me thinking… I *miss* that feeling of growing bigger. I want it so bad. I’ve been going at the weights HARD for a couple of months now and… Zip. Nada. Haven’t gained a pound. We gotta break this plateau, Tommy.

(they see a cartoon stuffing on TV)

Oscar: I wish I could eat like *that*. Can you imagine what that would do for my muscles?

Oscar: … Oh yeah? Whattya mean?

Coach: Hmm. Be here tomorrow. I got… I got a plan. We gotta get you into Bulk Mode.

Oscar: Oof, sounds great. I can’t wait!

Coach: (from the kitchen) Oscar, it’s ready!

Oscar: Woah! Dang, you really *went* for it! Look at this food!

There was enough food to feed an entire army. An army of bodybuilders on their cheat day.

Oscar: How am I gonna pack this all in?

Coach: Trust me, big guy.

And so Oscar ate. And he ate. And he ate. Chomping great piles of food, his belly stretching and growing. What it had started as an offseason gut slowly transformed into a huge tight beer belly.

Oscar: Oooffffff. Feels GOOD to stuff this tank nice and full, hehe. I feel *massive*.

Coach: Gonna take some serious hours in the gym to shred *that* tank. Or else you’ll get fat!

Oscar: Pfft. I don’t care. I just wanna get BIGGER and HEAVIER. I don’t care if it means a big fat gut too.

Coach: Wellll… Funny you should say that since there’s actually a LOT more food to go.

Oscar: Bring it on!

Tommy kept bringing more food to him.

Coach: All this stuffing is working wonders for your gains, big guy. Even your muscles look bloated!

Oscar: (huffing and puffing) Ufffff, I’m STUFFED. But I love it, haha!

Coach: Haha. Good! Cos we’re not finished yet!

And he was right. More food came. Then more. Then more. All of it was stuffed into Oscar’s gigantic stomach.

Coach: Eat up, Oscar. Last plate.

Oscar: It better be… I feel like… I’m gonna pop… BUUUUUUUURRRRPPPPP…

He managed to eat it without popping.

Oscar: Ugh… done!

Coach: You did it! How do you feel?

Oscar: Never felt this stuffed… and tight… and BIG… my whole life… I love it.

Coach: That’s great. Cos we’re doing it again tomorrow.

Oscar: Tomorrow?! Are you serious?

Tommy *was* serious. For the next three weeks, he laid out a buffet for Oscar, who chowed it down every day after training. Oscar’s muscles soaked it up like a sponge, bloating and swelling even bigger. But his belly... now *that* had stretched to an incredible size. But he didn’t care. He was hooked on growing. At the end of his biggest feeding session yet, he was at his biggest, ever.

Tommy: 5 pizzas left, big man.

Oscar: (barely able to talk) I… Can’t… Ughhh…

We could hear the skin and muscles, taut like a balloon, having a hard time stretching to accommodate his growing stomach. It was tight like a drum, but still swelling, dangerously.

Oscar: I’m… gonna… burst…Oh...God...

The sound of his belly stretching and rumbling was deafening… until they slowly died down.

Oscar: Uhhhh… phew…! That was close… Though I was gonna pop… heh… I can’t… move…

Tommy: You did good, Oscar. I’m proud of you! You look amazing.

Oscar: Thanks… I wish… I didn’t have to… stop… I just - I just hit my limit… can’t fit any more in… I wish I could stretch… my capacity…

At this exact moment, they hear an air pump noise. It was a cartoon playing on the TV. It was a classic scene of inflation: one character was making the other swell like a ballon using an air canister. The belly of the second character was stretching out like a balloon. Tommy looked at it and looked back at Oscar.

Tommy: Hmmm.

Oscar: Wait… You’re not thinking…?

Tommy: What have we got to lose?

The Next Day, Tommy had prepared a big air canister with a long hose. There were about to push the limit of Oscar's capacity by inflating him until he stretches bigger than ever before. The big man was lying on the floor in a starfish position, waiting to be inflated.

Oscar: Just… Go easy, okay? I don’t wanna pop…

Tommy: Opening the valve now. Here we go!

As soon as we heard a hissing sound, we could see the big man's belly swell. Surprisingly, Oscar’s belly began to stretch even more. Beyond its current enormous capacity, to inhuman proportions.

Oscar: Oooofffff, it’s working…! I can feel it… stretching me! Dang, the pressure!

Tommy: Should I stop?

Oscar: No! No, keep going! I gotta… keep expanding… bigger… Uhhhh...Even... my muscles...are inflating…! How is that even possible?

Full to the maximum, the air began to spread in other parts of his body. Every single part of him started to blow up even bigger, harder. He was fully immobilized.

The dome of skin was now taller than Tommy. It was a perfect sphere inflating in every direction.

Tommy: I think that’s too much… Let’s stop now.

Oscar: No! (winded) More! Let...me... grow...bigger… Ooooooohhhhh.

Just as they both thought that the belly balloon was about to pop, the hissing sound faded. The canister was finally empty. Oscar’s belly was stretched so big and so tight, that the skin was hard as a basketball.