Jan sat on the bed. Mike was gone only five minutes, and he already felt alone. He just had this feeling they were meant to be together, much more than ever; and he could have seen the fear in Mike's eyes when he started the subject of being alone. He could feel this fear, the fear of losing oneself and becoming so self-centered because of this new ability. He knew he would not be able to resist testing it for all it was worth, and very soon. It was just this sense of feeling better in the company of equals,
and Mike was so much more than that. Jan went to the kitchen, again feeling how his now superhuman shoulders grazed the doorframe. It felt so sexy to be so big, he almost started flexing for himself. He fixed himself something to eat, not much at all. He didn't really feel hungry in the sense of not being energetic; hell,
he felt he could throw cars up into the stratosphere with one hand. It was just his bowels needed something to do. Just as he was cutting himself some tomato to put on a sandwich, he got his first opportunity to test his newfound ability--he cut his finger. He looked up at it, noting the pain, almost finding it preposterous that this could have happened to him. But he realized he lacked some coordination; after all, he had added about 80 pounds of muscle onto himself. He looked up at his finger, and wanted it "fixed".
Still, although he knew it would happen, he was startled at the way it did. In about one second, the cut simply closed itself and the blood just disappeared, like it was sucked into the skin. He just couldn't resist the scientist inside him, and took a small spoon and cut himself again, noting that this there was only a strange feeling instead of pain--it was like his body knew no warning signs were needed because he knew what he was doing. This time he let a drop of his blood drip into the spoon, and then he let the wound heal.
He started eating his sandwich, looking at the drop of blood in the spoon. He had an idea he wanted to test. Sure enough, after about 6 minutes, the drop started becoming pale, and then disappeared completely. He finished off the sandwich, and took a post-it from the fridge and wrote down: "The matter we're made of is reclaimed when it dies". He went into the living room and stuck the post-it on the screen of his computer. Some habits (he chuckled) just don't go away. He was almost sure he would remember it for as long as he
wanted--after all he wanted it, and that word now held paramount importance. He now knew the inflation field was limited to his own, and Mike's of course, living cells. Still, he wanted to do another test--he had the pen still in his hand, and concentrated all he could wishing it to bend. Instead of that, he found himself
squeezing it until it snapped in two. He almost laughed at himself. He rummaged through the drawer to find another pen, and wrote down: "Effect is restricted to living parts of me". Then he added "and Mike". He stuck the post-it right beside the first one.
"I wonder..." he said to himself. At first he considered wishing himself as having wings, but for some reason he remained the same. So Jan wished for an extra toe on his foot--after all, if it could be done, it could he undone. As he suspected, nothing happened. "Pity, I really wanted to try out wings," he said to
no one in particular. Truth be said, he wasn't surprised--he had no ideas what his body would have to do to get him working wings. In fact, the more he thought about it, the less he wanted to see it happen. He had a hunch, after this experiment failed, that his changing ability was limited to what human genes could do.
He chuckled--it gave a whole new meaning to "humanly possible". He wrote that down too. He went back to the kitchen, returning the post-its to the fridge. Just then it hit him. He almost shouted out, "Hey, I can eat whatever I want and as much as I want." Well, just as he thought of that, he realized it was probably
not entirely true--he could probably still eat too much and just get sick, now that fat was out of the picture. That got him wondering. What is it like to be fat? Like, really overweight? Nah, he didn't want to try that. But somehow, he always found a beer-gut appealing. Maybe it's something genetic, he thought--
like a signal of abundance of food, or that the man is a good provider? He had seen many a man with a big beer-gut fondle and stroke it. He even remembered how as a kid, he poked at his uncle's huge gut, fascinated at how big it was. How did that feel? He made his abdomen pop out, and gave stroking it a try. Not bad.
No, he really didn't like being fat. How about only a beer-gut--big, but tight? He went to the bathroom; he needed a mirror. He stood sideways, and watched his gut distend into a true veteran beer-drinker gut. He stroked it appreciatively. He couldn't feel anything of that razor-sharp six-pack that was there not a
few seconds ago. he felt its weight pull him down a little, and how his belly button ended up two inches deep in the flab. Only it wasn't very flabby at all, but tight and hard, just like he wanted it. He bent forwards a little and discovered it looked bigger. he continued stroking it, his left hand soon joining his right. He squeezed it tentatively. Somehow, it felt...arousing? Then he made it grow bigger, his 33" waistline growing more than double. It bulged immensely right beneath his pecs, and went down to his crotch, the curve like some kind of a big, partly inflated balloon. He had always disliked a bulge down there, but when it was THIS big.... He continued stroking, fascinated by the immense curve. He felt the weight pull him even more, and the curve getting larger as he made it grow further still. It was quite uncomfortable
being bent that way. Then he had an idea. He walked, or rather waddled to the bedroom. Jan knew he had a somewhat muscle-bound gait, but he was used to it. It was even easy to adjust to the new size of his thighs; but this now huge belly offset his balance. He opened the doors of two built-in closets along the wall beside the bed, and they made a big enough full height mirror, out of the two mirrors fitted on the doors. Then, he sat in the middle of the bed, crossing his legs. The position made his gut stick out immensely, and he started stroking it again, fascinated by the sheer size of it. Now it really looked like a balloon of some
sort had inflated under his skin. He untangled his legs, and spread them straight out, realized they had obscured the view of this incredibly bloated piece of his body. It looked even bigger now, and he made it still bigger. It became huge, bigger than any gut he ever saw. It curved immensely so that it started practically horizontal right under his pecs. Jan explored that angle, went over it with his hands, and stroked the bloated sides, trying to lift it, feeling its huge weight. He stuck his finger into the orifice left by his belly button. It was so huge, so inflated...the feeling had made him half-hard already, and he felt a full hard-on coming. He had to admit he was enjoying this, and deny it all he wanted, it was somehow so sexual. He shifted, pulling that weight in front of him, and pulled his cock out between his protruding gut and his right thigh, looking at his reflection in the mirror, and that huge gob of his flesh in front of him. "Oh heck, who am I trying to fool?" he said to himself, realizing what he wanted. He made his gut grow
slowly. By the second it became larger and larger, while he stroked it with his left hand. He felt his cock grow bigger too, as it approached stone-hardness, and he started to fondle it and stroke it with his right hand, feeling how his growing gut pressed the shaft of his cock. Now fully hard, it extended to the side where he couldn't see it in the mirror. He felt his precum ooze, lubricationg his stroking hand. His gut was now immense, it stuck right in front of him, almost like a huge beach ball; so big now Jan couldn't by far reach around it and touch his belly button. It jutted upwards over his pecs, pressing into them, and over his thighs, and it was still getting bigger. It only made Jan want more, and it started growing faster, and so did Jan's stroking of it and his cock. It grew further. Jan could see blood vessels under the distended skin, which soon became more distended with the strain of swelling fat growing under perversely distended balloon-like
flesh. His massive gut looked about ready to explode. Jan stroked it as far as he could reach, the size of it now obscuring his vision. His cock lay throbbing along the taut and hard surface as he kept rubbing his expanding gut. He wanted it to grow as big as possible, and the thought made it suddenly grow three times faster, literally inflating itself, until it went up over Jan's pecs and bulged so big Jan couldn't see over it. The enormous gut pressed his legs down immensely. He wobbled from side to side trying to get his legs to spread more, but long ago the mountain of fat became so huge there would have been no way Jan could stand at all. He started feeling how it held itself taut with its own immense weight. There must have been over a thousand pounds of fat rapidly growing inside of it. Jan was stroking the humongous sphere of bloated flesh and his cock in a lustful frenzy. He looked at his bulging gut still growing in the mirror, but more slowly now.
It was so big now, he couldn't reach around past his swollen, bloated love handles. It looked like some overinflated balloon, completely round, and now over a yard across. The skin around his belly was stretched almost translucent, and it felt distended as far as it would go, the mass under it a huge tumescence, almost
hurting, like it was having trouble holding itself together. Finally it stopped growing, over a yard and a half across, and that's when Jan came with such a force that his cum shot over half the room, the subsequent gushes dribbling down his shaft, which he held stuck to the balloon of fat before him, so he rubbed his cum into it. When the frenzy finally subsided, Jan realized he was held upright by the mass of his impossibly huge gut. He looked at in awe at its reflection in the mirror.
"Jan, you are really perverse," he said, looking at his hyperdistended gut reaching so far in front of him it pushed out much further than his legs. he stroked and patted it a bit, transfixed in intense fascination and lust over how excessively huge it was. "I'll have to try this with Mike when he gets back,"
he thought, rubbing his freakishly fat belly, imagining it even bigger....