The big bears, Oscar & Bob, pushed your bed on wheels toward the next special room in the corridor of kinks. Two guys were standing next to the door, seemingly ready to enter. They seemed to be holding a beach ball on their stomachs. "Oh wait", you thought, "those aren’t beach balls: it’s their disproportionate ball bellies, perfectly spherical. Holy shit, that’s fucking hot!"Oscar: "Hey guys! Ready for your capacity training?"The two guys turned around, holding their enormous beer belly, waving back at Oscar.
"A new visitor?", asked the one with a shirt way too small for his huge beer tank.
Oscar: "Yeah, it’s his first day.""Oh wow! I wish I could have grown that much on my first day too! I’m Andrew"
You shaked his hand, but your eyes were glued to his round belly.Andrew: "Bet you’re wondering how we ended up with such round bellies, huh? See, that’s because we are bloaters. All we want is to make our belly as big and hard as possible, to have the largest tank we can have. I’m a 3 gallon, like Gruff here, but we are working on becoming 5 gallons, at least."The fact that they call themselves by the number of gallons that they can contain is a surprising turn-on for you. It shows you they are defined by the size of their round tank, and their sole goal in life is to train to make it stretch even larger. On top of that, they measure everything in gallons, not liters. That tells you just how big they’re planning to get. Hard to believe some people feel full after a single can of soda, while these guys don’t even start counting until they’ve had two 2-liter bottles.
"Damn, that’s pretty impressive!", you replied. "So your goal isn’t to get fat?"Gruff: "Getting fat isn’t out of the question, but we love how massive our bellies look compared to our bodies. We love to feel our skin stretching like a balloon, and be able to contain more and more each time. Get inside, our training is about to begin."
They roll you into the room, and to your surprise, six men are already tied to chairs, with two empty ones clearly reserved for the bloaters. The room is splitted into three sections, which give you a very different vibe. On one side, the three men are pleading for food. One of the men is yelling "Please, MORE! I need to eat RIGHT NOW! I’m so hungry! Stuff more into me, I need to get bigger!", despite looking like he’s about to explode. On the opposite side of the room, the men are pleading for mercy. "Oh my god. You need to stop! Look at how big my belly has grown! I’m about to explode if you feed me anything else!""Are they… ok? Should we help them?", you asked Oscar, worried.Oscar: Ha ha ha. Never forget that everybody in this house is happy to be there. Both sides want more, they are just role-playing a different side of the coin. If you didn’t guess it already, that’s the force-feeding room. Some love to show how proud they are to be massive hogs, while others wouldn’t be able to stuff themselves without a little push. Check it out."
Bob disappeared for a minute and rolled a cart similar to the one at breakfast. He approached the famished trio first, revealing a towering stack of hot dogs for each of them. The three promptly began devouring the hot dogs as though they hadn't eaten in days, despite having already been fully fed at every meal. They glanced furtively at each other, clearly competing to see who could consume more. They ate so fast that you can see their belly expand in real time for each hot dog they cram into their hungry maw. As the first one finished, he let out a triumphant laugh, proud to have claimed the title of the biggest pig. You would have thought that this was enough for them, but not even a minute after ingesting dozens of hot dogs, the trio once again plead for more food.
The big Bob continued his course, now to see the reluctant feedees. You can hear them crying "Oh no!", "Not again!" and "Please, I’ll burst!" while Bob is uncovering Biersticks (you know, those beer bong syringes used to push liquid into thirsty and horny gainers). Except that those sticks are much bigger than the standard ones: they can contain 2 liters. Inside them: a gainer shake made by Oscar, containing an absurd amount of calories. Bob played it rough with those guys, because that’s exactly what they were looking for. They couldn’t even finish their complaint when Bob plugged the bierstick inside their mouths and forced the whole thing inside them at a rapid pace. You could see their eyes grow more and more as their bellies do the same: an aggressive gavage sure to make them fatter than before. They moaned and groaned as they rubbed their swollen bellies, but they couldn't hide their pleasure very well, as slight smiles and enormous erections could be seen.
And between the satisfied group of feedees, a contraption waited for Andrew and Gruff. The bloaters were looking for a third kind of feeding, "The most intense of them all", Oscar said. Each one lay down on a table covered with a layer of cushioned leather, while the two bears strapped them in place. Bob slid a tube down their throat, while the other shoved one in their ass. Plugged by both ends, Oscar activated a lever. Beer began to flood the tubes, slowly inflating them. They moaned in pleasure as their already spherical bellies started to push out, growing in every direction. They grew, and grew, moaning louder as they seemed to reach their maximum capacity. The expansion seemed to slow down, but only because their skin couldn’t expand fast enough, as the pressure reached inhuman heights. They slowly grew, inches by inches, as their bellies shined from the sweat and strain, like balloons about to pop. And then, the compressor turned off.
"Finished already?", you said. "I thought this was the most intense of the three feeding methods?"O: "Oh, but that’s only the beginning. In this situation, the force isn’t used against someone’s will — it’s directed toward their body itself. See, the contraption is measuring how much pressure builds inside their ballooning tanks. It knows when the pressure is getting too intense. Then, when they piss or when the body has stretched enough to make it go down, it pumps more beer into him. And it goes like that for a while.""A while?"O: "1 hour.""Woah!"
You wanted to see the entire process, eager to see the result. After the first 5 minutes, Gruff’s and Andrew’s belly had reached what you thought would be their max. 3 gallons of beer has been pushed inside them; bellies so glossy and round, they look ready to pop. The pressure was immense, but they were taking it like pros.
No distress could be found in their eyes, only strong confidence, pride and hunger for more. They check each other out in a competitive way, hoping to outgrow the other.O: "Phase one is done. They are filled up. Now for the fun part. Stretching."Oscar pushed on a button on a control panel.
O: "From now on, we will add pressure every minute."Right on schedule, the compressors kicked back on after about a minute, and the effect was immediately noticeable. The rounded bellies pushed outward bit by bit, growing larger and tighter, like overinflated balls under pressure. For about ten seconds, the machinery applied steady force, pressing firmly into the already filled men.
You assumed that had to be the limit—there was no way this could continue, much less for another forty minutes. Then you noticed the two men shifting oddly, their eyes unfocused. ‘Oh, right! The beer,’ you realized. They were starting to feel its effects, and as they grew tipsy, their bodies relaxed, losing the tension they had earlier.
So they continued to grow.
For a moment, one of them appeared to grow larger simply from relaxing, but soon the other caught up, and even surpassed him, depending on how well each adapted to the pressure. As you’d heard earlier, the system monitored internal pressure and adjusted the beer flow accordingly.
O: "Oh yeah, that’s a good pump! Just look at them! 30 minutes and they are still growing. I’m sure they’ll reach a new record today.""You think they’ll reach 5 gallons of beer?", you said. "They told me it was their goal, but man, that’s 20 liters of liquid…"O: "Hey, little buddy! Are you doubting the growing powers of the gainer house? Those balloons are already at their sixth gallon, and there’s still a lot of time on this clock! The last few times they did it, it was with carbonated water. I think they underestimate the effect of alcohol. Oh man, I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they’ll sober up!”
And so you continued to watch, wide eyes, their transformation from beer-bellied to beer balloon. Even though you had seen countless extreme gainers today, Gruff and Andrew’s growth kept astonishing you more and more, offering no pause. With every passing minute, you were convinced you were witnessing the hottest sight of your entire life. Your eyes ached from the urge to burn the image permanently into your memory. You even thought your eyes might climax from the sheer intensity of the spectacle. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so big anymore.When the machine finally slowed after an hour of forcing the two men to unprecedented size, you were left speechless, as though you had just watched the most breathtaking fireworks imaginable. Fortunately, no explosions were involved, and Gruff and Andrew were now asleep, knocked out from all the beer. They won’t be able to deflate for a long time after that: even if they let the beer out, the stretch would surely last for days, leaving them with an enormous empty stomach hungry and ready to be filled.
Deep inside, the desire to grow bigger and fatter has never felt so clear.To be continued.