Experiment Mishap
“Damn, it worked!” Brad said, pumping a fist in the air.
“Yup, it sure did! Thank God!” Pete replied. He was standing on the table, roughly six inches tall after taking the shrinking formula he and Brad had decided to try for their school assignment. It took a lot of work, primarily from Pete as he was the bookworm and Pete was…the muscle? It was a typical nerd / jock situation. Still, Pete wanted a good grade so he didn’t mind Brad riding his coattails. “Now we gotta make notes so we can right up the report!”
“Yeah, yeah, but first…” Brad said, smirking. He wanted to try something. Being 6’ 4” and 280 pounds of mostly muscle, he tended to eat a lot, even when he wasn’t actually hungry. It just felt good to be full. Right now, that feeling was coming over him but he wasn’t sure when the next meal would be so, maybe, this could substitute…for now. He picked up Pete by his shrunken shirt.
“Whoa, what are you doing?!” Pete asked, feeling queasy from how high up he was, relatively speaking.
“I’m doing a science experiment of my own,” Brad said. “Be sure to send pics!” With that, he opened his mouth and held Pete over it.
“Brad, you idiot, don’t you —“ and then Pete fell, right into Brad’s open mouth and sliding down, disappearing into his throat. Brad felt the lump of Pete and swallowed, pushing him down. Pete yelled as he slid down the worst slip and slide he could imagine before he was dumped unceremoniously into a shallow pool in his stomach. He quickly stood up and frantically looked around. It was pitch black as his eyes had not adjusted yet.
“Huh, thought he would be tastier,” Brad said, walking into the bathroom and looking in the mirror. He lifted his shirt, wondering if he could see Pete. All he got back was his abs staring back at him.
“Brad, get me OUT of here!!” Pete yelled, though Brad couldn’t hear him. The walls of muscle and fat were a solid sound barrier. Pete tried to scavenge his way forward to find the stomach wall so he could give it a pound. He managed to do so after stumbling around, but Brad barely registered it. Pete wasn’t sure what to do until he remembered his cell phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and immediately called Brad.
Brad fished his phone out of his pocket, saw Pete’s name, and smiled. “Hey there, little guy! How’s your trip going?”
“Brad, what the actual hell?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” Pete said, trying not to completely lose his voice from shouting.
“Honestly, not sure. It just came to my head and I decided to go with it,” Brad said, shrugging. “But hey, we can put this in our report!”
“What?! No way we’re doing that! Way too questions I don’t want to answer!” Pete was mortified at the idea of how to explain to everyone how he took a swim in Brad’s guts. The idea made him shudder.
“Aww, man, you’re no fun…” Brad said, a little sadness in his voice. “Well now what?”
“Now what…?” Pete was almost speechless. “You get me out of here, you giant himbo!”
“Hey, don’t be mean!” Brad said, shaking his belly some, making Pete stumble around.
Pete was about to respond back, wanting to give him a piece of his mind with the stomach ride, when his head hit something. He was caught so off guard that he stumbled back and fell into a sitting position, dropping his phone.
“What the…?” Pete said, as he started to feel more cramped. Was Brad flexing his stomach or something? Then he realized…
“Shit, I’m growing back!! Brad, you gotta get me outta here!!” Pete said, punching Brad’s stomach walls.
“Hey, calm down! No need to get aggressive in there!” Brad said, hearing a muffled sound come from his gut. That’s when he noticed…was his stomach always this round? He looked in the mirror again but this time he said it. His stomach had grown and was still growing. “Pete, what the fuck are you doing in there?!”
“I’m growing back to normal size! You gotta spit me out!” Pete said, his voice getting louder as he continued to push out against the stomach walls, helping thin the divide between them some. Pete had placed his hands on the stomach walls, bracing himself but only forcing Brad’s stomach to grow faster. Pete felt like Alice when she was growing inside the white rabbit’s house, only Pete didn’t have any windows or doors to help alleviate the strain.
“Uh, ok! Let me try!” Brad said, thankful he could hear Pete without needing their phones. He stumbled to the tub in the bathroom and tried to force himself to throw up by sticking his fingers in his mouth. He definitely felt his stomach clench and the lump known as Pete get pushed but he didn’t make it out of his stomach. He tried again and his stomach squeezed more, but it was no good. He couldn’t get Pete out. He had already gotten too large to pass through.
“Pete — Urgh — I’m sorry. I can’t — mmph— get you out!” Brad grunted, his stomach ballooning and causing strain. He turned and sat on the floor, unable to stop anything as Pete grew more and more inside of him. He was helpless as his belly got bigger, rounder, and firmer.
“You moron!” Pete said, also bracing as he pushed against the stomach walls against his will. “Why did you have to swallow me?! The potion was temporary!” A sudden surge in Pete’s growth caused both of them to gasp from the surprise. Brad realized he needed to get his stomach as much room as possible, so he quickly got to work getting his belt off. By this point, his stomach had grown so large that his t-shirt looked more like a sports bra, barely making it past his thick pecs. His stomach was completely naked to the world.
“Fuck, man, I wasn’t paying attention!” Brad said, still struggling with his belt. He felt the clasp finally come loose, giving his gut room to grow more, happily taking up the extra space in his laugh. Brad put his hand on his gut, feeling it pushing more and more. He grimaced, the fullness beyond what he could imagine. “Damn it, are you done yet?!”
“Ugh, I wish! This sucks so bad!” Pete said, still forcing more space inside. It seemed no matter how much the belly tried to hold him, his growth refused to be limited. He pushed more and more, feeling the stomach walls touching every part of him. Just when it seemed both of them were at their limit…it stopped. Pete, who had been closing his eyes, realized the pressure wasn’t increasing anymore. He breathed out a sigh and opened his eyes. It was still pretty dark but he could make out his body and the light outline of the walls. “Damn…”
“Fuck, are you finally done?” Brad said, looking at his swollen middle. He didn’t know his stomach could be so large, looking like an overinflated beach ball. It jiggled and shook at the slightest touch, gurgling softly.
“I think so. I don’t wanna know what would have happened if not…” Pete was trying to catch his breath. He was slowly calming down, going into business mode as he tended to do when he was overwhelmed. He needed to think of next steps. While he did that, Brad decided now was the time to sit up. He rolled to the side, eliciting a “whoa!” from inside his belly as Pete felt his world turn sideways. It took a lot of effort, including rolling onto his side and trying to get his feet under him, but Brad wasn’t a quitter, and he was determined to stand. He grabbed onto the bathroom countertop and used it to pull himself up. Once he did, he noticed the pressure in his gut had eased some. Maybe standing gave it more room than when he was sitting on the floor. Either way, he let out a massive sigh and patted his gut.
“No way this was gonna get the best of me!” Brad said, triumphantly. He walked a few paces to look at himself in the mirror. In a word, he was massive. The huge belly did nothing to diminish his muscle size and, in fact, it seemed to make everything about him larger. That got Brad thinking.
“Ya know…” Brad started, admiring himself in the mirror.
“What?” Pete replied, still getting his bearings from being rolled around.
“You look really good on me.” Brad flexed his arms and couldn’t get over just how much room he took. It was like he had leveled up several times in a matter of minutes!
“You can’t be serious…”
“Totally, dude! This is awesome!” Brad smacked his gut, feeling Pete get knocked around.
“Cut it out! This isn’t a joke!”
“I’m not joking! I look fucking huge with this gut of mine! Way to help a bro out!” Brad said, a huge smile on his face. Brad’s phone vibrated. He looked down at it, sitting on the floor where he was previously. He positioned himself over it and squatted down, feeling his gut pull on him as he lowered. Damn, Pete, you’re heavier than I thought, he thought to himself. After a couple attempts, he managed to get low enough and scoop up his phone. It was a reminder: Gym Session.
“Ah shit, I gotta get to the gym!”
“WHAT?! NOW?!” Pete yelled out, incredulously.
“Yes, now! I paid good money for these sessions! I ain’t wasting money! You don’t mind, do you? Come on, it would give me extra resistance and weight when doing my lifts! Calm on, please??”
Pete was dumbfounded. Here they were, in what could only be explained as a less than impossible position and Brad’s response was…to work out. A himbo, through and through…But Pete had to admire his commitment, and maybe a good workout would give him time, too, to think of a way out of this.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but…alright. I’m in no position to say no,” Pete said, sighing.
“You rule, man! Thank you! I’ll make it up to you! Here, I can do this!” Brad took his phone, flexed in the mirror, and snapped a picture, which he promptly send to Pete. “I’m sure this will come in handy one day!”
Pete checked his phone, having found it amongst the belly floor, and saw the notification. Looking at it, he was greeted by the strangest sight he could imagine. There was Brad, smiling, looking as football jock handsome as he could, and then, further down, was the biggest beer belly he could have imagined, full on display with Brad’s shirt sitting promptly on top under his huge pecs. Then, his brain had to remind him that it was HIM inside there, causing the humungous balloon attached to Brad’s torso.
“Freakin’ a…,” was all Pete could say.
“I know, right? So cool!” Brad was practically giddy. “Anyway, let’s go! I can’t wait to see how much this pushes me!”
“Yeah, yeah, just don’t squash me in here! I’d still like to get out!” Pete replied, leaning back and trying to get as comfy as he could, though the confines were still…not great.
“Alright, alright,” Brad said, slightly disappointed. Perhaps this would also give him a chance to convince Pete to stay a little longer…He squished his way through the door frame and grabbed his gym gear. People were going to gawk at him like crazy, trying to process the size he now had, and honestly? He couldn’t wait!