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Seated comfortably on the couch, Jack watched as Lila worked her magic. The catheter had been inserted into his arm, the other end attacked to a drip bag. The drip bag itself was being fed by a long wire. Clear liquid filled the tube and the bag, ready to be distributed into his body.

"You sure you don't want to get changed?" Lila asked.

Jack was clothed in jeans, a fitted white t-shirt, and a hooded zip-up jacket. His hands were kept warm by fingerless gloves, and woollen socks covered his feet. It was habit by now to rug up in winter. Even though the heater was on inside, he felt it necessary to keep all of his clothes on.

"Nah, I'm good," he told her. "I want to feel the difference. Like properly feel it."

Lila smiled. "Okay."

With skinny little hands, Lila released the plug, letting the clear fluid flow through the catheter and into Jack's body.

Jack was 6'1 and very skinny. He always had been, and for a while thought he always would be. He did know, however, that he didn't want to be. Jack hated being skinny, and was desperate to fill out his frame. And not just to the average standards of twenty-year-old men.

It took a few minutes for Jack to feel the effects. His jacket felt tight, as did his belt. Moving his hands, he felt his stomach. Where once it had been concave, it was now beginning to stick outwards like a small beer belly. A flash of delight shot through him, excitement at finally getting to realise his dream.

Looking down at himself, he watched his thighs begin to expand, straining against his skinny jeans. He could see his backside also beginning to grow, pushing outwards, taking up more of the couch cushion. Jack found himself imagining his body huge, fleshy, and naked, covering the entire couch.

Keeping calm, he continued to watch his body expand. Though his hoodie had been baggy, it was now fairly tight. The sleeves were filled out, and the zip on the front was beginning to creak. Jack marvelled as the zip slowly went down, undoing itself under the force of his rounding belly.

Soon his jacket fell open, revealing the fitted t-shirt beneath. It was stretched outward, almost to its limit, and was beginning to ride up. An inch of flesh was visible beneath the hem - taut and tan, rounded like a pregnant belly. Six months, maybe seven. His chest was growing as well, now a nicely defined pair of A cups made entirely of flab.

Jack couldn't see his belt, but he could feel it digging in to his stomach. It hurt a little, but it was a good kind of pain. An arousing kind of pain. His body extended out both forward and sideways, pressing against the best with a great force. He felt as though the leather itself would tear.

His hips and thighs broadened at a more rapid rate than the rest of his body. Giving him a nice pear shape. His lower body forced painfully against his jeans, and Jack wished that they would tear. But not yet - he wanted the excitement to build up that little bit more.

Moving his arms to place them on his stomach, Jack felt just how tight the sleeves of his jacket had become. Gazing at them, he noticed they looked stuffed full with soft meat. After asking kindly of her, Lila helped Jack remove the jacket. It was a difficult task. His hands had inflated inside the gloves, his fingers beginning to resemble sausages. Looking down at his feet, he saw the same was happening inside his socks.

Jack continued to bloat. A chest now decidedly C cups rested on his belly, which slid out from under his tee, approaching the size of a large basketball. Outwards over his jeans his love handles spilled. After a few minutes, he found there was no choice but to undo his belt. Reaching under his new belly, his fat fingers fumbled for the buckle and released it. At the same moment, the button exploded off of his jeans, and the zip flew open. The fleshy mound sagged forward a little.

The t-shirt grew ever tighter.

At long last, Jack heard first, then felt, the crotch of his jeans begin to tear. They split down the front, giving his ballooning gut more room. As his beefy rump and burgeoning thighs kept up the pressure against them, the inner and outer seams split, moments before the jeans completely disintegrated. Pounds of jiggly flesh flopped onto the couch, taking up the entire cushion.

Jack was thankful for the stretchy boxers he wore, though they themselves were becoming far too fitted.

"Wow," Lila said. "Perhaps I should stop it."

"Just a little bit longer," persisted Jack. "Please."

"Okay, just be careful."

The sleeves went first. The t-shirt was now too small, and beginning to take after the jeans. The short sleeves were shredded. Next, his melon-size manboobs tore the chest of the tee, a rip that extended right down to the hem. The sides fell away, revealing the hugely distended gut beneath.

Before he had a moment to think, Jack heard the tearing sound of his boxers. He panicked for a second, worried about what Lila might see. His fears, however, were put to rest, for when his boxers fell to pieces, his belly spread out onto his lap, covering everything.

Looking at his quickly swelling hips and rear end, he noticed he was taking up half of the other two couch cushions. A beautiful feeling ran through him, like he could never get enough of this.

Asking Lila to retrieve a mirror from the bathroom, Jack was able to see his face. What had once been angular was now a perfect circle, with a double chin and dimples when he smiled. Pinching a chubby cheek, he watched the cheek and chin beneath it jiggle madly. Oh, it was amazing.

Jack handed back the mirror. Absentmindedly scratched his arm.

"Jack, be careful!" Lila screamed.

"Huh?"

Looking down, Jack saw that he'd scratched the area where the tube went into his arm. The catheter had been pushed further into his arm, and an odd switch had been flicked. Surely that didn't make a difference, though.

"Oh, no," Lila said. "You've changed the settings."

"What's that mean?"

But Lila didn't get a chance to explain - Jack saw the results for himself. His body continued to bloat, but at a far more rapid pace. Within two minutes Jack's backside was taking up the whole couch. His belly reached down passed his forced-apart knees. His breasts sagged down to his stomach. Arms like overweight pythons swelled like they were full of water.

Another tearing sound reached his ears, and it took Jack a moment to realise what it was. His socks no longer fit, and the fingerless gloves were following suit. Every last inch of him had spread out massively, beyond the confines of his once form-fitting clothes. Beyond what any clothing could ever cover.

"Lila, do something."

"I can't!"

A creaking sound reached his ears. The couch cracked and groaned beneath him, before collapsing under his mammoth weight. He moaned in panic, slightly regretting his decision to do this. All the same, though, he was a little excited.

In the end, Lila ripped the catheter from Jack's arm and only then found a way to stop the flow of liquid.

She looked at Jack, eyes wide. He was huge. Lying amidst broken couch pieces, his body was unrecognisable. Surely the boy would never move again. And how much was it going to take to feed him? His breathing was laboured, and with every heavy breath, his stomach jiggled, slapping against the rest of his body, causing it to shake as well.

Jack looked at the stunned girl, and could only smile.