Make Jared drink even more
From Create Your Own Story
You try to bring the spurting tube of water closer to his mouth, but Jared does not seem to be interested in your offer.
“Dude, enough,” Jared says, turning his head away from you. “I don’t want to drink any more.”
You hide your disappointment poorly. With unnatural speed, you lunge out, grabbing the base of Jared’s face. Jared cries out in shock, and the moment his mouth opens, you use your free hand to jam the nozzle of the tube into his mouth. Jared squirms in his spot, but is otherwise helpless to make any form of protest, except for some garbled unintelligible noises. He groans desperately as the cool liquid continues to fill his tummy, squeezing his eyes shut as the weight of the contents of his stomach becomes heavier and heavier.
You slip a hand under his shirt and lay a hand on the side of Jared's smooth gut, feeling his belly slowly swelling out to its fullest size as it slowly bulges outward. You say nothing for a while, an odd silence in the toilet apart from the steady sound of Jared gulping down the plastic tube. One by one, mouthful after mouthful of water disappears into Jared's mouth, his throat rising and falling slowly as more liquid rushed down his gullet, his distended belly pushing harder and harder against the increasingly-tight waistline of his jeans. He gives off a primal moan of discomfort, but you ignore him, stroking his midsection sensually, feeling the soft swell of flesh and gentle slosh of liquid beneath your palm. You lick your lips in anticipation as you watch the other boy’s belly continue inflate with water. Jared scrunches his eyes tightly as his engorged paunch continues to grow bigger and bigger, until all of a sudden, you yank the tube from his mouth. Jared gasps for air, his midsection heaving with every deep breath. He groans pathetically, the pale skin around his belly stretched taut around the smooth bulge of his distended stomach.
"You dumb fuck," Jared swears under his breath, but despite his apparent anger, his face is flushed with burning embarrassment. "I said I didn’t want to drink any more. I’m not a fucking water balloon."
As he hops off the sink counter, he’s suddenly hit by pang of urgency, evident from his strained expression.
“Oh fuck, I’ve really gotta go now.”
He hurriedly attempts to take off his jeans, but with his newly-bloated gut, he’s finding it incredibly difficult to negotiate with the tight button. He grunts and groans as he repeatedly tries to force it apart, but to no avail.
He glances your way with a hopeful look in his eyes.
“Come on, dude. Help me out, will ya?”
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