Juicy Affair, A

Kit walked up the winding stairwell to Dominic's apartment, where he'd been staying for the past five months of their "relationship". However, he was just returning from an evening spent in the company of the delivery guy. He was not unaccustomed to acting nonchalant in his returns, as in the past month or two, Kit had been getting fucked by a revolving cast of men under Dominic's nose. His intimidating, muscled, possessive boyfriend, or perhaps owner would be a more apt term, seemed completely ignorant of his infidelities, and Kit was almost beginning to feel smug. He had at first feared the retribution that may come upon him if his deeds were discovered, but at this point it only added to the exhileration. He, however, showed no signs of post-coital bliss or guilt, as always, when he put his key in the door of Dominic's apartment, turned it, pushed open the door and entered, with a casual smile at the cuckolded Dominic sitting at the dinner table. "Sorry I took a while" he said with an apologetic smile "I was a little busy."

Dominic neither smiled or frowned, but simply looked at Kit with a blank face. "Sit down, boy," he said, motioning towards the empty seat at the other end of the lavishly set table. "You think I'm not used to you being late?" He poured himself a glass of lemonade and took a sip. "I only just set the table."

Kit walked over and took a seat at the dinner table, quite unaware of any unusual atmosphere in the room or in Dominic's attitude. He looked down at the plate of food in front of him. "Was nice of you to make dinner, good thing I was late as always, hm?" He said with a half smile, before beginning to dig into his meal.  

"Nice, that's a word for it," Dominic said through clenched teeth as he poured Kit his own glass. He unfolded the cloth napkin, placing it in his lap, and began to eat his own meal. He looked across at Kit, "You like it no? Grilled salmon with blueberry sauce. "
Kit was over half way into his salmon, the delicious meal surprisingly irresistable. He had never realised Dominic would make such a good chef. "Blueberry sauce? So that's what that is, I knew there was something different about it," he said in response.
"I figured you needed something light. You waistline is starting to look a little... full."

"Full? Am I getting fat or something?" He asked with vain concern, putting down his fork after taking the final bite of his Grilledd salmon, looking down at his gut, which seemed as flat as always.

"Just a general observation." Dominic pushed his own plate back and stood up from the table. He made his way over to the mantle where a small blue box was waiting for him. "I can't have my boy fattening up on me. Greedy little pigs with fat bellies don't deserve to have this," he said, vainly flexing, his muscles bulging plainly through his seemingly painted-on shirt.

"Then I'll make sure to watch my weight... Master..." Kit said admiringly, staring at Dominic's muscles pressing out against his tight shirt. He may have enjoyed finding satisfaction elsewhere and everywhere, but Dominic was too tantilizing to ever want to leave for someone else. Plus, it gave him a certain amount of power to know he was undermining the muscled beast of a man. "But what's in that box?" he asked inquisitively.
"I didn't say you could ask questions did I?" Dominic held the box for a moment before putting it back on the mantle. "Well in all honesty, it's a gift for you, boy. A little treat since you've been so good lately." He smiled like a jackal ready to tear into its prey, "But frankly I'm having second thoughts." He strode over to Kit, running his hand across his cheek. "Always late, letting your body go like this, gives one the fleeting sense your 'loyalty' is slipping." He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, one by one, revealing his bulging, muscled body underneath. "I think you need to remember who you belong to and earn it."

Kit was used to Dominic's possessive nature, and knew that this was what he got off on, being worshipped like an earth-bound god. Kit was happy enough to oblige, but there was the increasing sense of unease this time around. "Please forgive me for my... my shameful lack of loyalty, Master. I assure you, I'll do anything and everything I can to please you, and you alone... to be worthy of every glorious inch of you..." He spoke exaltingly, tentatively putting a hand upon one of Dominic's strong, powerful pecs, as if he was touching a priceless object.

"Good boy," Dominic said, biting his lip seductively. "Take off your clothes. I don't know how you even got them on over that bloated gut of yours to begin with, but get them off." He thumped Kit's tight, flat stomach for emphasis. With a smirk he took a seat in front of his twink, draping himself like the most egotistical of kings on his throne.
He did not show it, but Kit was becoming a little offput by Dominic's constant comments about his weight. He hadn't gained that much weight, or any at all, surely? He peeled off his shirt, and let it fall out of his hand to the floor, before unlacing his belt, and dragging off his jeans, taking off his socks, and finally, pulling down his underwear. He kicked his clothes over into a pile and stood naked and bare in front of his seated master.

Kit didn't know it, but his master didn't only have his naked form and round little ass to stare at now, but the blue colouring that was slowly blossoming across his face from the tip of his nose, of which he was completely unaware.

Dominic leaned forward on his seat, suppressing a laugh at his slave turning blue in front of him. He opened the box and tossed the contents at Kit. "Well I definitely bought the right size. Put it on, hog, you've earned it."

Kit stared down at the pile of neon-pink latex strip fabric tossed at his feet, leaning down provocatively to pick it up, in a languid position that best exposed his ass to his master, little did he know that the round cheeks of his bubble-butt had too begun to turn a bright shade of blue. He picked up the large g-string, having to stretch it out wide to see what it was. He furrowed his brow. "Is this supposed to be a joke?" He asked incredulously, before he realised he was supposed to be playing the subservient role, and added on "... Master."

Any sort of smile or amusement disappeared from Dominic's face and Kit immediately found him bearing down over him. "Did I stutter fatass? Put it on," Dominic barked, glaring down at Kit. He had made the rules of their relationship clear when he'd invited Kit into his home, and he was in no mood to deal with Kit's lack of commitment.

Kit looked with bewilderment at the massive garment, that could easily fit about 3 men his size within it comfortably. He awkwardly attempted to affix the g-string to himself, but it still hung from him in a comically loose fashion, mainly held in place by his crack. "Is this... suitable, master?" He asked uncertainely, unaware that his entire body had turned a bright shade of blue, and not yet quite noticing the strange sensation growing in the pit of his stomach.

Dominic grabbed his slave's ass, feeling the G-string deep between his cheeks. "Of course, fat boy."  He watched as Kit's blue belly began to slowly grow outward, and laughed. The silly little slut still hadn't caught on, and at this rate he wouldn't until he was too fat to fit through the door. "It may seem loose now, but I'm sure with what little self control you have it'll fit fine soon enough. Maybe even a little snug."

"I--heh... I..." Kit was struggling to keep his usual coy and seductive composure as he often did to appease Dominic. The constant comments about his weight were unsettling. Did Dominic have a thing for fat guys? Another kink for Kit to satisfy? The unease as well could be linked to the growing feeling of discomfort in his stomach. It wasn't until he looked down at himself did he realise the true severity of what was happening.

At first glance, he was sure it was a trick of the light, but after a long moment of staring down, his mouth slowly falling agape, did he see what was happening to him, and had already happened. His skin had turned a bright shade of blue all over, as if he'd been coated with paint. He trailed a hand across his arm, as if to try and rub it off, but found nothing but the feeling of his smooth, unpainted skin. A second transformation was beginning  as well, one that horrified even more.

His flat stomach was growing, he already sported a fat, round, blue paunch, and it was growing larger in a matter of seconds, before his very eyes. His eyes darted from his stomach up to Dominic, who he looked at with wide and terrified eyes. "W-what's happening to me!?"

Dominic sneered back menacingly as he rubbed the blue boy's stomach. "Wow, I didn't expect it to work this fast. Won't be long now til you're nice and ripe." Dominic gave his boy a shove in his fat gut, pushing him onto the couch, where he immediately climbed on top, holding the swelling boy down by straddling him with his own muscled body. "I know about the other men you little whore, and this is your punishment." He smirked, feeling Kit round out beneath him. "And what better way to punish a horny little bastard like you than destroy that cute little body he needs to keep sleeping around?"

"I--I..." Kit stuttered in horror, without the words with which to defend himself. A sudden, loud gurgle from his stomach caused him to stare down at the stomach that Dominic rode like a horse, which had, in a short space of time, grown the size of an sloshing, blue exercise ball. It surged out even further, but the growth seemed to spread to the rest of his body, working from his gut. His small but firm pecs began to soften and distend into turgid, juicy breasts, resting upon the shelf of his gut. His upper arms and thighs fattened and thickened, so his limbs took on a cone like shape. And the jewel of his body, his firm, round, perfect ass, he could feel balloon beneath him, the two cheeks engorging into two, juicy spheres, both almost the size of his exercise ball belly. All too quickly, Dominic's words proved prophetic, and the g-string fit the fat, blue Kit perfectly, and was already beginning to grow a bit too tight.

"P-please, Domi-- M-master! Make it stop, please, I'm begging you!" He struggled beneath Dominic, each movement causing a large sloshing of juice to be heard from within him. His eyes stared up at Dominic with pleading. "I'm so-- I'm so fat! I look like a balloon-- a--..."

"A blimp?" Dominic leaned forward, resting his chin on the ballooned belly, "Oh there's no stopping this, fat ass. See, your lovely dinner had a special extra ingredient in the sauce, and well..." He squeezed one of the frightened boy's swollen nipples, his fingers immediately being covered in a spurt of blue juice. "Let's just say you're blowing up! Like a balloon! Like a blueberry!" He laughed, his forced reference amusing him more than his bloated slave. "And it's not gonna stop, oh no, you'll keep filling up with that luscious blue juice over and over for the rest of your life."

"N-no! NO!" Kit cried out, his eyes darting around his body, which was expanding at an alarming rate. His entire torso had taken on a large, rounded shape, and his fat, swollen limbs were beginning to mold into it, his entire body beginning to take on the shape of a ball. His head, hands and feet alone did not expand, and eventually were merely sticking out of the giant blue sphere that was his juice-filling body. The G-string was beginning to dig into the blue flesh, and admist the sloshing and rumbling within the blueberry boy, there was a groaning of latex, before suddenly, the pink G-string snapped, flew across the room, Kit having grown out of the 10XL garment, and only continuing to grow. "I don't wanna be a fat blueberry boy for the rest of my life!" Kit exclaimed, his face painted with horror and misery, his cheeks turning a darker shade of blue in humiliation, and a few tears stinging at his eyes.

"Oh don't worry, the rest of your life might not even be that long! If you, say, miss a juicing session you'll just explode anyway!" He pushed himself to his feet, using Kit's beach ball gut as leverage, practically cackling at the overblown cheater's terror. "Oh don't cry you fat little slut. You did this to yourself after all. I gave you a home and all the gifts and sex you could want, and all I asked in return was for a little loyalty. But just worshiping me and being fucked by me wasn't enough. You had to have more!" With a loud crack the almost spherical Kit came crashing to the floor as the couch shattered into splinters underneath him. "So I gave you a blimped up body to match that greedy little pig you were hiding inside."

Kit landed with a loud sloshing thud on the ground, rolling back on to his fat ass, his feet kicking up in the air as he gave a shriek. His body had already grown completely round, but it still continued to swell larger, his height increasing somewhat as he continued to bloat wider, so he remained completely round. His nipples began to ooze juice without provocation, as did his cock, now more visible as he was rolled over on to his ass. "I don't want to be a fat blueberry..." he whined once more, his voice only continuing to sound more and more pathetic as the gravity of the situation truly dawned on him, the realisation of his permenant fate as a humiliatingly huge blueberry. "W-what are you going to do with me?" He whimpered.

"Well I have a friend who could use a slut like you. The only issue is he and his clients have some... unique tastes." He walked around behind the balloon, rolling him forward into the center of the room and onto his overblown gut. "Look at that ass. It's still cute even when it's the size of a fucking house. Though I guess even an unfaithful little whore like you has to have some positive traits." He gave Kit's fattened cheeks a slap, watching them jiggle for a short time before the juice flow made them firm and taut. "Anyway, I made a deal with him. Turns out there's quite a few guys out there who dream every day about fucking and inflating big fat balloon like you, and they're willing to pay top dollar." He snorted, "Ten million to be exact. He provided the juice, I just had to get you to drink it so you'd blow up nice and full."

"F-fuck me?! Inflate me!?" Kit exclaimed in a choked, horrified voice. "I don't even want anyone else to 'see' me like this let alone... let alone 'FUCK' me like this! Please, Dominic-- Master! Just-- just keep me here! I'll never be unfaithful again-- I mean, OBVIOUSLY I can't! Just juice me and no one else'll see me looking like a giant blueberry!"

His cheeks grew redder at the thought of the fate that would await him. He despaired at the thought of being a fat blueberry for the rest of his life, but more people seeing him in that state was even worse. The humiliation of being the fuckballoon Blueberry Boy to an endless amount of men was a horrifying prospect. Kit also began to feel the pressure mounting within him to even greater amounts, and the juice spurting from his nipples and cock were coming at a substantially greater pace. A thick stream of blueberry juice was running down what was once his pecks, as well as onto the underside of his belly from his cock. "Oh-- oh, god... I feel so full... Ugh... I feel like I'm gonna... gonna... explode..."

Dominic casually gave the balloon's cock a rub, running his fingers up and down the bloated boy's  shaft. With a powerful spurt, the blueberry fired off what seemed to be gallons of blue juice onto the floor as the pressure subsided. With a grin Dominic pulled another box from below the table, the same shade of dark blue as Kit. "A few more gifts from your new owners."

Opening it, he removed what appeared to be a flesh light with and the largest vibrator Kit had ever seen. "We can't have you popping like a balloon before I get my money. Don't worry slut, these will keep you stimulated to make sure you're nice and juiced on the way to your new home." With juice leaking from every one of the boy's orifices, Dominic spread Kit's ass open wide, and with a little effort shoved the vibrator deep between his cheeks. "Think of this as one last fuck for the road," he said as he affixed the fleshlight to Kit's shaft. With that he produced one final item from the box, a remote with a single button, and with a press the sex toys went to work.

Kit gritted his teeth as he felt his giant blue asscheeks jiggle, as the vibrator between them immediately ellicited from him moans worthy of any whore, his eyes rolling back and his lids twitching. His cock immediately began to spurt more and more blueberry juice, and it began to erupt out of him like a volcano, almost impossible amounts of juice coming out of the boy, like an orgasm that lasted for minute upon minute, the juices frothing out and spilling all around him on the floor. Even his nipples, which had too become erect, were spurting exorbitants amount of juice, slithering down his round form. The change in size was superficial, barely noticeable, but the pressure had subsided enough that Kit was no longer teetering at critical mass. The young, fat blueberry boy gasped for breath when he had finally finished, the floor around him and even his own body was dripping with the eruption of juicy, blueberry jizz.

No longer paying attention to the overstimulated Kit, Dominic quickly opened the double doored exit onto his apartment's balcony and began to roll the boy outside, where a small platform was waiting. With a quick hand signal to a man on the ground, he watched as an enormous crane swung over towards the balcony. "Well slut, it's been fun, but your ride is here and frankly I can't stand to look at your fat ass anymore." He rolled Kit onto the platform, affixing a set of chains to the hook hanging above them. A crowd had gathered in the parking lot below, teeming to see just what was going on.

Kit, still delirious from his collosal, juicing orgasm, made small noises of objection as he was rolled, his hands and feet kicking feebly. His cheeks were blushed a violent shade of dark purple  when he saw the people looking at him from the ground below.
"I'd say maybe next time you'll learn to keep it in your pants, but I don't think you'll ever be wearing those again," Dominic said with grin. "Godspeed blueberry boy, I hope those extra cocks were worth it!"

"No..." he whined feebly, as he felt himself being lifted off from the balcony, his eyes begging Dominic for forgiveness that he knew would not come, his lip quivering slightly, as he rose. The crowd below, that Kit struggled to avoid looking at for fear of further embarassment, included many of the men he'd been sleeping with behind Dominic's back, who know saw what had become of their one-time fuck and were just as much without pity.

Dominic watched over the side of the balcony as his former lover was lowered down into the crowd, and laughed as they poked and prodded at the bloated boy. He gave one last half hearted wave as Kit was removed from the platform and rolled into the back of a truck, and just like that the problem was gone from his life. With a chuckle he put his shirt back on and headed out to collect his check.