Water weight

Water bed

Tristan looked over at his clock. It was early morning hours and he had just awoke from the best sleep. He groggily clambered to his feet.

Downstairs he clicked the kettle and opened a half empty pizza box from the night prior. His looked down as his bulging stomach. Had he really eaten that much? He pocked it and felt his hips sway a little.

"Geez, I put on a few."

His coffee brewed as Tristan chewed the slightly stale crust, his gut moaning as he did so. He sipped the warm coffee and once again turned his attention to his predominant stomach.

He shook it and studied with his eye just how long it took it to stop. Embarrassed he finished his cup and went up stairs to put on his warm shower.

"Gosh, I can't believe I let myself get like this" he spoke as he gazed into the reflection of his rounded body, he felt ashamed of his size yet he felt the lip of his trousers pushing against his stomach and it made him feel... good?

Confused he slipped his sweaty clothes and entered the bathroom, the light from the window glistening on the steamy panes.

Clambering into the shower he began to scrub his body, first his genitals, then his glossy stomach, and finally his head. However, this would prove to be a mistake.

As the soap hit his head he accidentally knocked the shower hose off it perch.

"Fuck me man..."

His eyes shut tight he felt around for the shower head, his protruding stomach making the matter more complex.

"Found you!"

Clutching the wet shower cord he tugged as it flailed about. Washing the soap from his head he looked back to return the hose to its rightful spot but his finger's slipped as the hose caught his eyes.

"Gah!! Why you... shit!"

As he stumbled back he tried to catch himself as the hose hit the floor. He precariously leaned, wedging himself between both side of his shower walls.

He looked down at the shower head, its water jets spraying everywhere.

"Alright... slowly but steadily"

He tried to correct himself to standing again but just as he was almost there the hose flung into his ankle and with the added weight of his stomach he could no longer hold himself.

Crashing down he felt the hose shoot up his ass, glueing itself there.

"Ahhh~~"

He felt the warm stream of water slowly filling him. His stomach let out a squelch as it grew.

"Mother... fucker..."

He tried tugging on the cord but it was no use. It had wedged itself tight. His gut was heavy now, he could no longer stand. The water began to stretch his stomach as it grew, 5 cm, 10, 20.... It grew.

"Fuck... it's soo good..."

he blushed has the warming sensation rendered him seduced. He felt his stomach begin to push against the other side of the shower. Its cold touch was nothing to the steamy atmosphere. His gut grew... more and more... bigger and bigger... larger. Rounder. It wouldn't stop. It was now the size of a wrecking ball but it held the water of a small swimming pool.

The shower head built up more and more pressure. His nerves were on overdrive. He was loving it. At last he could no longer hold it in and with a gasp he let out the loudest moan ever, he was a horny mess.

He gripped his soft stomach and kept on squealing, more. His stomach glurped and glorped. It had a blue tint to it.

Finally the hose slowly began to dislodge itself but by the time it was fully out the damage was done. His stomach pressed him against the wall. The water now trickled down the small crevices between his thighs.

"Well shit..."

He stared at the absolute size of his stomach, it was heaping. It resembled a water bed yet it way bigger. It rippled with every twitch sending vibrations through his body.

Reaching for the tap he was just barely able to switch it off. He sat there, unsure of what to do next. But the only real thing to do was enjoy the moment...