kyaada: Musings on a Bubbaloooriginal weight gain fiction by kyaada4 September 2016 “You can&r
kyaada: Musings on a Bubbaloooriginal weight gain fiction by kyaada4 September 2016 “You can’t have a large Blizzard,” says the girlfriend. “Why not?” asks Bubbaloo. She sighs. “Because you just ate a huge lunch, that’s why. You ate all of yours and then ate half of mine– and your younger brother gave you most of his fries.” “So, what’s your point?” She sticks her finger into his protruding fat belly. “So, my point is that your belly should be full enough.” “But I can have a medium Blizzard?” Bubbaloo asks. “Yes, you can have a medium Blizzard,” the girlfriend generously offers. “But the large is a better value.” “Okay, you’re right,” she concedes. “The extra large is even better.” She sighs again and pushes her hand into Bubbaloo’s firm round belly. “I don’t know if the extra large is going to fit in there!” “Aw, hon, you know my stomach will stretch.” “Oh, how well I know it stretches! It’s gotten bigger every day we’ve been on vacation!” Bubbaloo put his hand on his belly and rubbed it in circles for her benefit. “Fattening up for winter, don’t ya know!” She smiled. “Fine, order your extra large Blizzard. And get one for your younger brother, too. I’m going to get a hot fudge sundae.” Twenty minutes later, Bubbaloo was benched on his plump butt, spooning in the second half his brother’s extra large Blizzard. His stomach was so packed with creamy goodness that he was arching his back to give it more room to expand, unaware that there was some sort of chemical reaction going on inside there to bloat him up even larger. The girlfriend looked over and gave Bubbaloo’s big bump a decided thump. “There ya go. Full enough?” “Full enough until dinner, anyway,” Bubbaloo admitted, stretching his arms out and draping them along the top of the bench. “Damn, my belly itches.” He looked over at his girlfriend expectantly. “Fine,” she said, lifting up his shirt and scratching his fat furball of a belly. “The skin stretches thin and tight when your belly gets overfull and it makes it itch.” Bubbaloo’s big smile couldn’t be missed as his belly continued to expand with all of the Blizzard inside. She patted his swelling belly and said “that’s my big guy!” as she transitioned into giving it a nice rub. The girlfriend knew that he was tightest up top, so she gave his solid stomach a good working over. His younger brother walked up with large Pretzelmaker cups in each hand and chuckled while he watched his brother’s extra large gut being rubbed all over. “Did he burp yet?” “A couple of times– you didn’t hear him down the mall?” she said, acknowledging the volume of gas. “Oh good, then– he’s got room.” The younger brother stepped forward and shoved one of the little pretzel-covered smokies into Bubbaloo’s mouth, which open instinctively as he saw food heading toward it. “Mmm. That’s good!” said Bubbaloo, chewing quickly, swallowing, and smacking his mouth open for another. “I swear. You’re always ordering too much food or buying extra– and guess where it ends up?” Bubbaloo’s brother smiled as he shoved another meat-packed pretzel bite into the gaping mouth. “You’re feeding him more– and he’s full enough!” She asserted, thumping Bubbaloo’s bulging belly. “Here, wash those little puppies down, bro,” the younger brother said, aiming the straw of his extra large Sprite right between Bubbaloo’s moist lips. Not surprisingly, Bubbaloo welcomed his young brother’s generous food donation and kept gobbling away like a fat little bird in a nest until the cup was empty. Between the ice cream, the dough, and the Sprite inside Bubbaloo’s belly, he’d blown up like a thoroughly-engorged tick. All he could reasonably do was arch his back a little farther and just sit there on his butt like a pregnant buddha. “Now my belly really itches!” The girlfriend switched to scratching and quipped, “well, of course! You’ve stuffed enough in there now to the point where you’re like a caterpillar ready to split its skin!” Bubbaloo’s younger brother threw away his garbage and sat down next to him on the bench. “You’re huge, man,” the younger brother said, reaching across himself to thump Bubbaloo’s oversized belly. “Yeah, I’ll admit it,” Bubbaloo spoke, “I’m full.” “Boy, I’ll say you are,” his girlfriend agreed. “You went from ‘full’ to ‘full enough’ to ‘over full’ in less than an hour. Like your lil bro said, ‘you’re huge!’ I can’t get over the size of your belly. I’m gonna have to get some pictures of this!” “No kidding. Big fat trophy boyfriend,” said his younger brother. “Bloated out on vacation.” They took turns taking pictures with Bubbaloo, who ate up the attention so readily that he seemed to swell up even bigger. “…and now, we need to plan dinner,” the girlfriend said. “Fatten you up for winter. Get you ready for the holidays, don’t ya know?” “OOoff, yeah, Thanksgiving!” Bubbaloo perked up. “That’s right, baby! Grow that beard out another couple inches, grow that belly another four or more inches… Make sure that you’re the biggest, proudest, roundest guy at the dinner table. I’ll be the one heaping your plate, time after time, and you’ll pop your pants before the pies even come out!” “That sure sounds good,” Bubbaloo said, closing his eyes to visualize the feast, unaware that his brother was setting up to push in good on his stomach to help him release more Sprite belches. Bubbaloo grunted as his younger brother shook his entire full belly and then pushed in hard. “Oh whoops– you just popped my shorts.” “Good thing,” said his brother, “dinner is coming and you won’t want that button in the way.” “Well, we’re going to have to go back to the room so I can change– these won’t stay up at all now.” It took both of them pulling his arms to help hoist his overfed bulk off of the bench, and when Bubbaloo was upright, he thanked them by emitting another enormously deep belch. Walking was another challenge for Bubbaloo, and he found navigating with his heavily overstuffed gut difficult. He wobbled a bit from side to side until he got used to his increased size, and then motored along with his chubby ass helping serve as counterweight. His girlfriend put her arm around the small of his back and rested her hand on the front of his protruding belly, trying to help hold it in a little. Bubbaloo had been so absorbed with putting food in his own supersized stomach that he hadn’t even noticed his younger brother’s paunch. Lo and behold, the too-small tee shirt his brother had chosen that morning was as revealing as it could be, to the point where his belly button was easily located and the hem had lifted to bare a strip of belly above his extra-taut jeans waistband. Bubbaloo looked over at his younger brother’s basketball of a belly and then gave it a slap of admiration. “Well, chunky stuff, look at you!” His younger brother chuckled and sucked in his gut. “What?” “You’re filling out there, finally,” Bubbaloo insisted. “That’s a nice little bump you got goin’ on there!” Soon, they were back in their hotel room, and Bubbaloo beached himself on one of the queen beds. Belly up in the air, he spread his legs and made himself as comfortable as possible with as swollen as he gotten to be. “I’m going to take a nice long, hot bath,” the girlfriend noted. “You two figure out what you want for dinner. I’m treating.” Bubbaloo pulled his shirt up to his big juicy pecs and smiled at his brother while he laid on the other bed. He’d shed his buttonless shorts soon after coming through the door and kicked off his shoes, so the big bearded jelly bear was quite the impressive sight in just his underwear and hint of a shirt. “You know, you have to eat more, Lil Bro,” Bubbaloo said. “Get fat like your big brother.” “That was fun feeding you those pretzel things in the mall. I was going to eat them, but I wanted to see how stuffed you were after all of that ice cream treat.” “Aw hell. You knew I’d eat all of them– regardless.” “Yeah, I did. Plus I wanted to see how big you’d get ahead of dinner.” “Remember that one Thanksgiving when you were in college?” Bubbaloo asked. “You came home sporting the Freshman 15, and I had gotten so fat working as a cook in dad’s friend’s restaurant. We made that bet to see who could gain the most weight that weekend…wow, those were good times. After Sunday breakfast, we were like two giant stuffed sausages that could barely move.” The younger brother got off his bed and started walking over to where Bubbaloo was sprawled out on his. “Your gut is so much bigger now, and you keep getting fatter. I just love that girlfriend of yours– she keeps you very well fed.” He put a knee on the bed and crawled over to Bubbaloo’s side, moving his big brother’s arms over his head. “And yeah, I loved that Thanksgiving weekend. My gut was so big and hard all of the time trying to out-gorge and out-grow you… and you’d wait until I was laying down on the floor, charge over and smack your heavy gut onto mine.” “Oh yeah– your belly was like a big round rock that whole weekend. I loved how you’d grunt, burp, and fart underneath me.” Bubbaloo’s younger brother swung one of his thick thighs over and then sat down right on the enormously full gut. “OooOOFF!” came out of Bubbaloo’s mouth, followed by a deep belch. “Jesus, you’re so damn stuffed that I can barely make a dent in this huge fat gut!” The younger brother spread his legs wider and rubbed his crotch against Bubbaloo’s taut belly skin. He bounced a few more times on top of his extra large brother and then jumped off to lay by his side. To his surprise, Bubbaloo rolled over on top of him and flattened his basketball of a belly with his distended sphere of a gut. His younger brother grunted and wheezed, unable to catch his breath. “Heh heh. Still no match.” Bubbaloo rolled off and let his brother breathe for a minute. “So, what should we eat for dinner?” “How about pizza and beer until one of us explodes?” -- source link