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Vik gulped. "The hell are you gonna do to me?!" He growled, before Montague chuckled. "Well, to put it in terms you'll understand quite easily," Montague hummed, poking Vik's forehead. "We're going to use you as a human storage tank for every drop you can fit from these tanks." Before Vik could even object, Drift had quickly silenced him by shoving the hose into his mouth before turning the valve to begin the flow of Slurp. Of course, being on a time crunch, Drift didn't give Vik the mercy of having the flow at a slow pace, instead making sure it was draining the truck at the fastest speed. Drift stood at Montague's side as he watched the other man lap away at the liquid. "Sir, if I may..." He hummed. Montague nodded. "Go on." "There's 6 trucks here, and he's already looking quite bloated. Perhaps we could drain the rest into sewage?" Drift suggested. Montague shook his head. "Absolutely not. Besides, you'd be surprised how... resilient the body can become when you give it enough Slurp. He'll constantly be regenerating anyways. I'm sure he'll be fine. After all, the worst he'll get is a tummy ache." Montague teased, as he glanced at the other trucks. Vik, in the meanwhile, struggled against his restraints, his gut swelling at a steady pace as gulp after gulp of Slurp Juice forced it's way inside his gut, with no signs of letting up soon. He grunted, before feeling yet another hose crammed into his mouth. "We aren't draining fast enough." Montague huffed, shaking his head. He began to prepare her another hose, this time pausing as he'd approached Vik's mouth. It was...well, it didn't quite have space for another hose. Though, Montague did take the time to gaze at Vik's swelling frame. Even his face was slowly getting a bit more soft with fat. It suited Vik. Montague thought he'd looked even more dashing like this. Drift had ended Montague's trance by poking Montague on the shoulder. "There is one more way we can increase his fill. But it uh..." Drift mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, it's not exactly dignified." Drift spoke. He cleared his throat, before whispering it into Montague's ear get again. "...we could use the other end. It's efficient, as embarrassing as it is for him." Drift suggested. Montague grinned. "Oh please, Drift, you of all people should know I have not a single qualm with stripping people of their dignity when I'm owed by them." Montague reminded the other, striding over towards Vik's backside. He admired the fullness of his ass; he was almost jealous. But, he didn't have the time to gawk at the eye candy in front of him. Instead, Montague pulled down the other's pants and boxers, spreading him for a moment before inserting the third hose. Vik would've fought back, though, it was hard to maintain his balance with the sloshing tank on his waist that was his swelling belly. Instead he groaned, before Montague simply chuckled. "Hm...I'd say he's got space for the rest of the hoses here. Drift?" Montague snapped. Drift of course obliged, handing him the other 3 hoses, all prepared to fill. As six hoses now pumped into Vik mercilessly, he had finally lost his balance, toppling onto his plump ass, ensuring the hoses inflating him from his rear end were firm and in place, courtesy of his own rapidly swelling weight and frame. Vik merely closed his eyes as his shirt began to ride up from the massive increase of the flow. Vik wouldn't have admitted it to any living soul, but he'd almost felt a sense of bliss. As his eyes remained closed, he felt nothing but the euphoric sensation of guzzling juice sweet as nectar down into his belly, which by now was spilled past his thighs, which by their own accord were swollen with plenty of girth as well now. And to think, it was only the mere start of the swelling to come. Montague stared at the scene before him. He stared maybe for a bit too long. He gestured to Drift that he was dismissed. The masked man obliged and left through a side door, keeping a look out for any authorities or anyone else who might pose trouble for them as Vik...well, as Vik compensated for his mistake, so to speak. Eventually, as Vik's merciless filling continued, his shirt rode up towards his chest, straining against his moobs. Montague paused, giving the man's tank of a belly a poke. "Peculiar. It's filling you up so fast, yet still being rapidly processed by your body that it's starting to not only stretch you out, but even add more pounds to your waistline." Montague pointed out, his hand gliding near the man's navel, before poking inside for a moment. Vik let out a deep groan, his satisfaction seeming hard to hide as he desperately tried to rub his belly, though he found his swelling frame could only allow his arms to reach his moobs by now. Montague paused, before feeling he'd stepped onto a pool of liquid. For a moment, he thought one of the hoses began leaking. But after getting a better look at the pool, seeing it was white and thick, it'd made Montague realize he wasn't the only one enjoying the experience. "Enjoying this?" Montague tsked. By now, Vik's swollen gut had been as tall as Montague, and was so wide Montague struggled to hug it with both of his arms. As the fixer pressed his ear on the man's belly, he heard the chaotic symphony of churning, gurgling, and sloshing in Vik's gut, rapidly inflating, bloating, and fattening with gallons of Slurp Juice by the second, before sounds of fabric ripping and tearing indicated none of Vik's clothes survived being stretched to their limits by his fattening body. Montague almost wantef to climb atop of the man, before he finally realized nobody but him and Vik would know what really happened this evening. He grinned, scaling up the beast's belly before he got onto his knees and hands on the apex of Vik's massively swollen frame. By now, Vik was so bloated and fat that his arms couldn't move anymore, his hands slowly sunken into his fat arms. His feet experienced the same, sunken into his plump thighs. And God, that juicy ass of Vik's; it made Montague envious. Montague glanced at the ground, realizing that by now, Vik was swelling with girth so rapidly from the effects of the juice that he was bigger all around now; height and all. Montague is aware he's playing a dangerous game; after all, Vik's massive, swollen gut and ass were taking up all the room in the safehouse, and if Montague didn't time his exit correctly, he very well could've found himself wedged between the wall and Vik's belly, or even the ceiling. Montague figures it wouldn't be the worst position to end up in. So, he takes his odds and prefers to play it risky and enjoy Vik's massive growth for just a bit longer. The fleet of trucks pressed against Vik's belly, adding some pressure to his tank of a gut. Montague smirked, crawling closer to where he presumed Vik's head was. The ceiling, by now, was inching closer and closer, and Montague was failing to find any part of the floor not covered by Vik's massive, swollen body. Finally, as the sound of the tanker trucks running dry was heard with a grinding echo, Montague figured he would grant Vik a moment of reprieve now that he'd gone through his punishment. He pulled out the hoses from Vik's gullet as he smirked. "Well, it's been an absolute blast big boy, but I really ought to be making my exit now. Don't get hungry too quickly now." Montague teased, just before he slid down Vik's globular belly, before finding that every way out was covered up by Vik's bloated body. Just as he realized he'd be safer at the top of Vik's beastly frame, a loud gurgling rumble flooded the room before Vik's belly began swelling on its own as if the juice wasn't through with making him grow! Second by second, Montague felt his body pinned to the wall, starting with his torso, before he felt the air slowly pushed out of his lungs by Vik's massive gut as it started fully pinning him against the wall. With a room-shaking belch from Vik, he couldn't help but give a deep belly laugh. before saying, "Checkmate- UUUUURRRRP- pipsqueak."