Big Surprise

My husband had been trying to work out and grow extra muscle. He had been going to the gym every other day for 6 months. It was working, but slowly. His arms had thickened up, as did his chest, but it was only noticeable to those that hadn't seen him in months, even then they said he hadn't changed much. My husband was already a petty muscular guy; lean body with a strong chest and arms that he used to hold me close every night, especially with his little belly resting in the curve of my back. I loved his belly and always hoped it'd grow with his gains, like a muscle gut or something. But he wanted more, more muscle, more weight to fuel his build, and he was going to get it anyway he could.

One morning I was getting ready for work and I found my husband in the restroom. He showed me a new bottle of pills he had bought online. He mentioned that the website explained that if he wanted to get the gains he wanted, then he needed to bulk up by increasing his calorie intake, and these pills were going to help with that. I kissed him bye, and left for work.

Work was boring, as usually. Nothing really exciting about sitting behind a desk listening to customer complaints. About 4 hours into my shift my husband text me.

Him: Will you bring pizza when you come home?
Me: Of course, our usual two large pepperonis?
Him: Let's make one of them a Supreme today.
Me: You got it. Love you!
Him: Love you too.

We usually got two pizzas, ate some, and kept the rest for the days after. Cold pizza was great, so I thought nothing of the request. It wasn't until I got home that things got interesting.

I managed to open the door, carrying the two pizza boxes balanced in one arm. "Babe, I'm home!" I called out.

The only reply I got in return was a large "Oooh Fuuu-UUURRROOORRP!"

That was new, I thought to myself.

As I made my way to the kitchen, my doorsteps clicking on the tile floor, I called out once again. "Babe? Jeez!" I exclaimed as I slipped in something, almost dropping the pizzas in the process. I looked down and noticed that what I had slipped on was both runny, sticky, and white.

That was when I noticed the crumbs. The wrappers. The empty box of Graham crackers. Another large gooey puddle. The empty cereal boxes and two empty cartons of milk sucked dry. I followed the trail, finding the pantry for wide open and shelves almost bare. Same with the fridge. Several more wet sticky puddles. And empty containers strewn across the floor.

Then another "BRRRRRUUUUUUEEEERRRRRP!" Broke the silence. Followed by the familiar moans and grunts of my husband. And they were coming from the behind the island counter. He sounded as if he were in pain... or pleasure?

I rounded the counter to find him on the floor, leaning against the sink cupboards that typically held all the usual cleaning supplies. His body glistened with sweat, white glistening creamy splotches speckled his this hair and beard and face, caked in his chest first, and was dripping down his massive bulging straining belly. His gut was huge, he looked as though he had swallowed a two year old. His gut was so full and bloated that his belly button that was usually a deep innie was beginning to make its way to becoming an outie.

He looked up at me, eyes drooping as he was obviously drifting into a food coma. The moment he saw the pizzas his eyes lit up and he let out another grunt as I felt something splatter on my shirt and pants and shoes. It was then that I noticed he didn't have any pants on either, his cock was fully erect, barely managing to peek out from his massive swollen gut to shoot his load right on me. He clutched his gut and gave a groan in anticipation.

Just seeing this caused my cock to rage to life and instantly begin leaking down my pant leg. I didn't hesitate or wait for him to do or say anything else. I put the pizzas on the table. I couldn't have gotten my pants off any faster. Once I had, I grabbed the pizzas, crouched to the floor and pressed my cock against his gut, causing him to groan. Leaning into him more I set the pizzas down, out of his reach and took two slices from the top, the Supreme. I put them together, cheese sides facing each other.

I thrust against his gut, causing him to wince and belch. "I take it that those new pills you got were the cause of this?" I thrust again.

He winced and groaned as he gave a nod. "I'm so hungry.... please... Babe.... feed me more."

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say those words. This sure is a big surprise, and I can't wait to see what you become."

With that I put the pizzas to his mouth and began feeding my husband, who eagerly gobbled the slices up. I couldn't help but wonder who had made those pills and how many other men had fallen into their trap.