chapter 4

Clark rang Alex's doorbell, setting off a deep gong echoing throughout the rolling fields of the estate. The smell of burgers and egg rolls and bbq were all jumbled together, reminding Clark of just how overfull and tired he was. Clark was just massaging his belly, wishing he'd brought more lotion for his itching red stretch marks, or maybe that he'd eaten a bit less since he wasn't going straight to bed like normal when Alex appeared to start ushering him inside. "Come in, come in, please, take a seat over there", directing Clark over to a recliner that looked like it was meant to host four people rather than one. Clark sat gratefully, feeling smaller than he had since before he started university, sinking into the leather cushioning.

"You and I both know there's no salvaging your grades or scholarship. That even if I gave you an A and fixed your attendance, this would be your last semester here..." started Alex, pouring a golden syrup into a paper cup "admit it, you came here hoping to steal my little agricultural project for yourself. Might be the whole reason a dumb pig like you bothered to try and get into a good university like this one. But I'll tell you this- if you drink all of this, you're not getting out of that chair on your own again. You know what a drop through a ripped glove did to me"

Clark downed the golden, syrupy liquid in a single gulp, it tasted like pears, toffee ice cream, minty caramel, and cucumber water all at once. For a few seconds, nothing happened, and then he was *starving*. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, all the bloating and fullness went away, though his gut pressed further into his shirt as if it had all been turned to blubber, but Clark couldn't care, couldn't think. Trays of food were being placed in front of him, all the good smells from earlier turning into delicious bites, handfuls shoved down his throat as fast as he could move his arms, his shirt and pants cut into him before ripping, stretch marks going from his sides and underarms to every inch of his body as he blew up.

Clark started coming to himself eventually, eyes bulging out in surprise as he watched himself grab a blender resting on top of his gut and start chugging the contents, feeling the hunger ebb as his stomach finally stayed filled. Alex was there, rubbing lotion all over Clarks newly formed rolls, paying extra attention to the now silver dollar sized nipples on his large breasts. Clark was panting, wheezing, face, hands, noobs, and gut covered in grease and syrup and all manner of other bits and pieces of his meal. He had nearly no memory of the night before, his brain was overwhelmed with new sensations, new lard, the hunger and... *Ughgghhh* Clark moaned deeply, his voice heavier and huskier with his vocal cords wrapped in the new fat, letting out his shock and surprise as his hard dick was grasped in a well lotioned hand, the head pushing into either his gut or newly swollen fat pad

Alex whispered in his ear "this was just your first day, but don't worry. I have a feeling we can get you so much bigger than this". The last thing Clark remembered before blacking out was the mind shattering orgasm and feeling of spraying the underside of his belly with a hose