SuperHeavyWeight installment 9

Final Confrontation

Brian paced the room, unable to think of anything but Joey’s inevitable rage. He was rattling the pill jar and tapping the tub of lotion against his leg, growing increasingly anxious at the thought of Joey’s temper. This time, Joey was going to come at him with good reason.

But hell, he thought, it still serves him right. Why is this totally Brian’s fault? The doctor’s instructions could not have clearer. No eating under any circumstance. Period. No exceptions. If Joey had only listened instead of being so bull-headed, he’d be just fine, taking a few pills, no worse for it all. Brian was fine. He did what the doctor said. But nooo, not Joey. He had to eat like the gluttonous jock Brian warned him he would become. But big dumb jock just couldn’t listen. He was too above the rules and did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Maybe it was about damn time he got nailed for being so cavalier.

Brian’s rationalizations were making him feel mad at Joey when he heard the bellows. Then the nervousness resumed.

“Alright you little fucking Shit! I’m gonna squash your skinny ass with this thing!”

Joey’s voice flew up the stairwell ahead of him. Brian went out into the hallway to prepare for the inevitable argument, holding his breath with both fear and irritation. He heard the jock’s grunting as he made his way up the last few stairs. Brian locked his gaze on the double doors at the top of the steps.

Then he saw it. Joey’s yelling didn’t even register as Brian stared in shock. A giant gut was pushing the doors open. Joey was so huge that his belly hit the doors before his hands could. Pushing ahead like a bull, Joey parted the swinging doors with his belly and waddled directly toward Brian.

“Yeah, you stupid runt! Look at me. This is what your fucking ‘SAFE’ experiment did to me. I’m a BLIMP!”

Brian was scared. The rage in Joey’s eyes was unlike anything he’d seen before. Even in their worst of fights, Joey always had a slightly sarcastic tone, like it was never that serious. But it was pure fury this time. Joey was charging at Brian as fast as his mass would permit, arms trying to hold his monstrous gut from bouncing as he lumbered closer.

“So you BETTER tell me you’ve been to that quack to get a cure, ‘cause I was booted from my meet and just about crushed my coach with this thing.” Joey hoisted his belly up and down for emphasis. He grunted deeply from the exertion, and his gut bounced like a giant ball.

That was enough to snap Brian’s tension. He let out a small laugh. Joey flared.

“Oh shit, man, you better NOT be laughing at this.”

Brian tried to wipe the smirk off his face, but it was too hard. He remembered thinking of Joey ballooning up to match his show-off eating habits, but he never dared picture the jock this huge.

Tucking the pills and the lotion behind him, Brian stepped back as Joey edged closer. Brian’s eyes narrowed as he locked gazes with his roommate.

“Well, now. Seems I warned you of two things, didn’t I?” Brian’s voice had the edge now.

“Man, this is SO not the time for fucking I told you so’s!”

“Isn’t it, FATSO?”

“Alright, you puny little-”

“You better back off, you giant pig, if you want to get any of this cure.” Brian shoved the pills in his back pocket and held up the lotion. “Even before this experiment, I warned you to ease up on all that eating before your gut blew up for good. And then I warned you not to eat a thing during the test. You ignored me and had to do things your own way like always, and now it seems like you got what you deserved.”

Joey leaned his belly into Brian. “What I deserved? Man, you’re UN-fucking-believable! I’ll give you what YOU deserve and crush you flat under this freaky gut!”

“Yeah, will you? And then what, you fat jock? You flatten me in some show-off move, and then what?”

Joey pushed into Brian a little more, but said nothing.

“Yeah, has you thinking huh? You smug blimp. If you flatten me, there’s no way you’ll know how to stop that gut of yours from growing. Who knows how fat you can get from here? Hell, you might not even fit through that doorway soon without the cure I have here.”

Brian teased Joey with the jar of cream.

“What’s that?” Joey rocked himself back a little, easing his gut away from Brian.

“Ah, see now you want to listen huh? For once the big fat jock has to shut up and listen to me.”

Joey’s anger swelled. He tried to grab for the jar. Brian dodged him. Joey’s gut bumped into the wall as he lost his balance.”

“Nice try, you moose. I bet you couldn’t move that gut fast enough to pin a guy now, fatso!”

“Gimme that jar, you little runt!”

“Or what?”

“OR – or -”

Joey gnashed his teeth.

“Yeah, or nothing. I thought so.” Brian was loving this. He finally had Joey under control. “So you want this jar?”

Tersely, Joey answered. “YES.” His face was reddening and his nostrils were flaring, but he bit his tongue. “I do.”

Brian tossed it at him, bouncing it right onto the top of Joey’s belly. The jock grabbed it on the rebound and stared dumbly.

“What do I do with it?”

“You rub it on your stomach.”

“I what?”

“You rub it all over that massive stomach of yours. Slather it on every square inch. Grease yourself up like a pig.”

“What in the hell does that do?”

“Just do it!”

“Brian, man, unless you tell me what you’re up to, I’m not doing a damn thing! Look what your last bright idea did for me.”

“Okay then, figure it out for yourself.”

Brian charged into their room and slammed the door, leaving Joey standing in the hallway, staring down at the jar and his massive belly. What would rubbing this on his gut do? He started to panic a little. He yelled out for Brian.

“Come on man. Give me a fucking break! Just tell me what the deal is.”

Silence.

“Brian?” Still quiet. “BRIAN?” Joey started to sound desperate. “Bri?”

With a huge sigh, Joey opened the jar and tapped its contents onto the top and sides of his gut. Rubbing in big circles, he spread the lotion all over himself, twisting to reach as much of his belly as possible.

“Alright, man. I’m doing what you said. But I need some help out here.”

The door opened, and Brian’s head poked out. Joey was pointing toward the front of his stomach.

“I need you to get me out there. All the fine food your doc gave us made me so fat I can’t even reach around my own stomach.” Brian laughed again.

“That’s right. You’re WAY too fat, aren’t you? But it’s not because of what Doctor Lambert gave you. It’s because you had to keep eating and eating like you always do, isn’t it?”

“Come on man, I’m doing what you’re telling me here. No more damn lectures. Just rub this crap on me, huh.”

A big grin spread across Brian’s face. He couldn’t believe the size of Joey’s belly. He spread the last of the lotion on the jock’s gut, massaging it in, making sure to hit every inch of its bulging, round curve. Joey kind of moaned a bit, in spite of himself.

“Felling good, big guy?”

Joey startled at the question and tried to move his belly back from Brian. But Brian pressed his torso against Joey’s giant belly, running his hands in broad circles across its bloated expanse.

“Seems you’re liking that, big guy.” Joey closed his eyes, trying to ignore Brian, but he let out another moan in spite of himself.

Admit it, you wanted to be a fat pig, didn’t you?”

“Man – I - ”

“Didn’t you?” Brian now spread both hands over Joey’s belly, hugging and rubbing it firmly in kneading arcs, staring the jock squarely in the eye. Now Joey’s gaze faltered. “You like that don’t you, Fatboy. You like having this massive porker of a gut. You’re almost worried that you’ll miss having the Goodyear blimp for a stomach.”

Joey cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Tell me.”

Joey tried to look at the floor, seeing only belly.

“You DO want to know the next step in the cure, don’t you?”

Joey looked back at Brian.

“Don’t you?”

The jock opened his mouth but still said nothing.

“Or maybe you don’t.” Brian was now smacking his arms into Joey’s flesh, making it thump like a timpani. “It seems to me that you kept feeding yourself up for an awfully long time after you realized the side effect. A guy who wanted to stay the tight, fit muscle jock would’ve come running for an antidote LONG before his belly blew up to this size. You must have wanted to really pack it on this semester, get as fat as you possibly could, hmm?”

Brian and Joey stood glaring at each other. Joey was blushing even more.

“Tell me you’re meant to be fat.”

“I – what? Aw, come on.”

“TELL ME!”

Joey stammered, but emitted only grunts.

Brian started to walk away. “Okay then, you’re on your own once and for all. Figure out the cure yourself. You might just stay that fat forever.”

Joey snapped. “Okay, okay! I’m fat.”

“And you like it."

“Aw shit. Yeah, man, I like eating.”

Brian walked back up to Joey’s belly and reached around it.

“You don’t like eating. You LOVE eating. You’ll do anything to get that belly stuffed.”

Joey flushed. “Yeah.”

“Yeah WHAT?”

“Yeah, I like gorging, man. Hell, you knew that.”

“And what happens to guys who gorge too much.”

“They get fat.” Joey grabbed his big belly for emphasis.

“How fat?”

“Shit, apparently SO fat.”

“So fat that maybe they get what they deserve for being such cocky pigs?”

“Fuck man, I admitted I get off on stuffing my gut. What more do you want?!”

“Tell me you got what you deserved.”

“Holy shit, man. What kind of messed up game is this.”

“Tell me you got what you deserved, or I don’t EVER tell you the next step in the cure.”

“Aw man! There’s more? I thought this cream you rubbed all over me was it, man. What’s the deal here?”

“The deal is you admit this gut serves you right, or you’re stuck with it forever, Fatso.” 

Joey was fuming, trying to resist the urge to crush Brian once and for all. But he felt his big gut and held back. He held onto the outer curve of his belly and pressed it into his own hands a bit. A sheepish smirk broke at the corner of his mouth as he cradled his fat.

“Okay, man, you’re right.”

“You’re what, then?”

“You’re right.”

“No, I know I’m right, but what’s that made you?”

“FAT!”

“How fat?”

“Really fat.”

“HOW fat?”

“Shit – So fucking fat. I’m never gonna be able to lose this thing in time for football.”

“Fatter! Tell me again!” Joey snapped his response like a well-trained jock during drills.

“So fucking huge that I can’t even jam this monster belly into the biggest jersey I’ve got. So damn fat that I could eat all fucking DAY and not fill this thing.”

“And you loved it.”

Joey’s words caught in his throat.

“You absolutely loved it. You knew you were meant to be a blimp, and I finally made you give into it. I made you bigger than you ever thought possible.”

Joey made a noise. Brian leaned back into the belly separating them and held Joey’s gaze.

“TELL ME.” Brian felt Joey leaning back and he kneaded the jock’s taught skin.

“Yeah man, it was fucking cool. I couldn’t BELIEVE how much I was putting away. I was eating and eating and eating, wondering how huge I could get this thing before it would pop. You happy man? I was totally hooked on the gorging.” Joey’s head dropped. “Damn!”

Brian had broken him. They both stood there for a few minutes, outstretched arms hugging the belly between them but not able to touch.

Brian broke the silence. “Almost seems like a shame for you to lose this thing.”

Joey whispered back, rubbing his belly fondly. “But man, I gotta. I’ll lose my scholarship.”

“Yeah, I guess we ought to move into the next phase of this.”

“Yeah, Bri. I gotta give up this gorging. I gotta go back. This has gotten totally out of control. I’m way too fucking huge. I never thought I could get THIS fat. Never." He was whimpering.

Brian put on an expression that Joey took for understanding. “Yeah, it’d be scary to see you fatten up even more, huh?” Thinking that Brian was giving in, Joey let out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, man. I’m kinda freaked. I might not stop eating unless we cure this now. Who knows how huge I’d get?”

“Yeah, exactly Fatso. Who knows?”

Joey stood balancing his weight as Brian disappeared back into their room. Joey heard liquid filling a container and something dragging across the floor before Brian returned with a hose.

“Lie down.”

“Huh? Bri, what’s with the beer bong?”

“Just lie down and I’ll tell you.”

“You’re kidding right? Look at the size of me man. I can’t lie - ”

“Then get down on your knees so I can reach.” Brian moved behind Joey and kicked him in the back of the knees. The jock dropped. His gut pounding onto the floor with a thud.

“Lean back.”

“I don’t get it.”

“LEAN BACK.” Joey tugged his gut off the floor to lean back toward Brian. It hovered pendulously, like a zeppelin taking off.  Joey rocked to stabilize himself. Brian grabbed him by the hair and tipped his head back, pulling his mouth wide open. He plugged the beer bong firmly into Joey’s mouth and leaned into his ear.

“Now you do EXACTLY what I saw. The only way to neutralize your hunger is to drown it out with as much beer as we can pump into you. Got it? You have to chug and chug like you NEVER have before. To make the reaction work, we have to totally flood your stomach. GOT IT?”

Joey knelt frozen except for a small nod.  Mouth plugged, he watched Brian go back to the room to bring out six pitchers of beer.

“Ready, Fatboy?”

Joey nodded apprehensively.  He took one huge breath through the tube before Brian dumped the first pitcher down his throat. Gravity pounded the beer straight into the jock’s mouth. Joey clenched his eyes shut and concentrated on swallowing as fast as he could. He downed one pitcher before he realized it. Brian dumped in the next one right away. Joey’s nostrils flared like a horse as he gulped and gulped. Foam leaked from the corners of his mouth. Brian forced Joey to support the funnel himself and rammed the tube deeper into his mouth. He dumped the third and fourth pitcher simultaneously. Then the fifth and sixth.

Joey’s head was spinning. With a pop, Brian tugged the hose out of his mouth.

“Catch your breath, big guy. That’s just round one.”

Joey let out a massive belch and panted. Blinking drunkenly, he saw Brian dragging the entire keg his way.

“Uuuuggh. Man, I can’t. Uuuurrrp. Give me a minute. I’m – errruuuup -I’m too – fucking b-bloated.”

“If this is going to work, you’re going to chug when I tell you to chug!”

Brian sounded fierce. Joey moaned in compliance as Brian wedged the keg nozzle into Joey’s mouth. He shoved the blimp’s jaw shut, making his teeth open the tap. Beer gushed and gushed into Joey. Brian pumped the keg frantically, not easing up until it was totally drained. Joey felt his gut stomach distend from the sheer volume of beer. Brian finally pulled the tap from Joey’s mouth, leaving him struggling to inhale, unable to take a full breath from the incredible pressure built up in his belly.

Joey moaned and gently eased his belly back onto the floor. Exhausted, he leaned forward onto his stomach, but the pressure made him grunt. He reopened his eyes. They were glazed over. Still gasping, he looked around for Brian.

“Now what? Hiccup.”

Brian was back in the room.

“Bri man, oooooo, hiccup. Mmmmm. Dude? What now?”

Brian came back with three opened beer bottles between his fingers in one hand, an even fiercer look in his eyes.

“Oh, NO fucking – uuurrp – WAY.”

Brian was behind Joey before he could complain again, wrapping one arm under the jock’s chin, pulling his head back and pouring all three beers into his mouth. Joey thrashed his head, sloshing beer out of his mouth and choking. Brian gripped his chin even tighter and kept pouring. Trying desperately to break away, Joey tipped onto his monstrous belly and tried to get to his feet. Brian clamped onto him, jamming the beer bottles right into Joey’s mouth. They both grunted and struggled as the wrestler’s powerful legs straightened. Joey dead-lifted himself to a standing position. Brian held firmly onto his neck and wrapped his legs around Joey’s bulging love handles. His legs quivered as he tried to hold on, sitting on the fattened-up bulge of Joey’s ass cheeks for support.

“Ooooh. Ooooooooohh.” Joey’s moan deepened and he tipped forward. Brian hung on and rocked forward with him.

“Uuuuggh. Man, I feel weird. Uuuugggggh.”

Brian felt his legs pull apart slightly. It was starting. He dropped the beer bottles and wrapped his other arm around Joey’s neck. He pulled into Joey’s ear and hissed. “You haven’t even come CLOSE to seeing fat yet, you giant bloated pig.”

“Oooooo. Shit, my gut – uuuggh – feels – ooh – MAN – so TIGHT.”

“Oh yeah, Fatboy. You ain’t seen NOTHING yet! You’re about to REALLY balloon up. I’m making sure you’re too fucking fat to EVER be able to fit into a jersey again!”

Joey was grimacing, hugging his belly, planting it on the floor again.

“Whoa, fuck. Feels like – errrraaah – it’s growing.”

Brian felt his legs pull further apart. Joey’s belly was starting to blow up right under them. It swelled visibly, tipping them both up as the widest part of the jock’s belly swelled and swelled. Joey’s back went parallel to the floor. His toes barely hit the ground as he rocked up onto his ballooning stomach. Brian hung on, riding him like a bucking bull.

“That’s right, you porker. All that beer ain’t no cure, Fatso. It reacts with everything you’ve stuffed into yourself, and you’re gonna to balloon up to record size right before my eyes!!”

Brian laughed mercilessly. Joey’s belly inflated a foot, lifting his feet right off the floor. Brian’s legs forced further apart. Joey was now stranded on top of his own swelling stomach, ballooning up, hands and feet now a good foot from reaching to floor. Teetering back and forth, he groaned and swelled and swelled. He was now steadily ballooning, rising another two feet in the air by the minute, no sign of stopping. Brian shifted to ride Joey like a bronco, jabbing his feet into his bulging sides. Each kick bounced into increasingly tightened flesh. Joey was utterly howling. The pressure built as he ballooned and ballooned and ballooned. His belly blew out tight as a drum in every direction, bulging into a perfect sphere, lifting them both even higher in the air. His skin started to shine, purple as it stretched to its absolute limits.

“Aaarrrrggghh. MAKE IT STOP!!!”

“HA! No way to stop it now, you fat pig. You’re gonna be circling the stadiums like the Goodyear blimp from now on, fattened up beyond belief, my own personal human balloon!”

Brian started bouncing up and down, riding Joey hard. Joey inflated nonstop, gasping with each thud from his rider, belly so utterly tight that Brian launched up after each bounce. Joey’s stomach tightened up more and more, swelling faster with absolutely no give. The pressure mounted. Brian felt himself bounce higher as Joey blew up to meet him, belly now inflating so fast that it rose to catch him on the rebound.

“Man- ooof – help – ooooof – me.!!”

Brian bounced harder.

“Ugh – I’m gonna – oooof – fucking – uuuggh – POP!!”

“Like I’d stop it now if I could, Fatso!”

And with that, Brian’s head hit the ceiling. This time he blurted out, “Holy shit.”

He looked down at Joey’s continual swelling.

“Oh god.” The jock was still ballooning. How much longer would he swell? Brian had to tip his head to clear the closing gap. He scrambled down to lay flat on Joey’s back, but the jock kept rising and rising.

“OOOOOOHH! MAKE IT STOP!! I FEEL – AAARRRRGH – READY – UUUUGGGH – TO EXPLODE!!!!”

Brian panicked as he felt his back touch the ceiling. Joey swelled a little more. Brian felt himself pressing between the jock and the ceiling. Joey ballooned a little more. Brian could barely inhale

“You’re – crushing – me!”

Just a deep moan back. Joey couldn’t talk. Brian felt wedged in a vice, his ribs squashing into Joey’s back as he blew up a notch more. Joey inched up fatter yet. Brian started to get dizzy, air knocked out of his lungs. Trying desperately to inhale, he didn’t notice that Joey’s growing had slowed. Both boys were gasping for air. Brian was completely prone, smashed flat between the ceiling and Joey’s back.

But then it stopped. Joey had blown up to maximum size, belly so huge that he plugged the hallway. He grunted, each movement and exhale making it harder for Brian to breathe. Too jammed in to speak, they both laid there stunned.

“Whhoooaaaa.” Tony whistled, creeping up the hallway toward the giant mound of flesh blocking the way.

“Joey?” He gingerly touched the round bulge in front of him, wondering if it could be for real. He pressed both hands against the jock’s stomach. There wasn’t an ounce of give. Joey’s skin was stretched tight as a drum, ready to bust with one firm poke. Tony heard the muffled gasps from above and took several steps back, trying to see past the arc of the planet in front of him. But all he saw was belly. He called Joey’s name again. Only muted groans in reply. He looked around the hall and saw the toppled keg and scattered bottles and pitchers. He picked up one of the half empty beers and stared back at the looming curve of flesh in front of him, realizing what Brian had done.

Grabbing his own stomach, he whistled and took another step back. Not even sure what to do to get his friend freed, he stumbled down the hall, thinking he should get help from someone. Gaze fixed on the belly barricading the passageway, he stalled, looking from his own bulging stomach back to the unbelievably giant stomach of his buddy. He rubbed his own gut, feeling its every curve, thinking he better run for help fast. Almost denying what he did, he put the beer bottle to his lips, drained the last of the brew in four quick gulps, patted his growing stomach, and ran off for help

 

The End