Russell sees the table where Coach had laid out all kinds of food: fresh baked potatoes, a bowl of black beans, even a pitcher of what looked like a milkshake. What really smells delicious though is a stack of freshly cooked steaks, steaming on a platter. Russell's stomach growls again as he catches the rich, slightly spicy aroma of the meat.
Wait, he hardly ever ate meat! And when he did it was something light like chicken, hardly ever red meat! This smells so good though. Coach must have gotten in his car right after preparing all this. Russell's belly gurgles, feeling like it is suddenly twisting in knots he's so hungry. He rubs it, passing his hands over his hairy abs. Supporting his now much larger frame must require more food, Russell thinks. He should leave now, he knows, get out while Coach is gone. But . . . maybe he would go faster if he ate something before going. Yeah, get some fuel for the road.
He slides a steak and a spoonful of potatoes onto a plate and sits down at the table, feeling the cool metal of his chair against his bare ass. His cock, still mostly hard, sticks straight up as he sits, but for now at least he can distract himself by having a fast meal. He wolfs his steak, he can't recall ever having a steak taste more flavorful. Within a minute the potatoes on his plate are gone too. He stands, thinking he's ready to go, when his stomach gurgles again. Why is he still so hungry! Russell glances out the window: Coach's car is nowhere in sight. Good, he thinks, time for a bit more to eat.
He sits again, but this time pulls the whole plate of steaks toward him and begins eating them. As he finishes the fourth steak, he feels a drop of sweat roll down his forehead. He's getting the meat sweats, but boy he's still hungry. Soon the bowl of potatoes is empty, and Russell begins shoveling the beans in too, hoping to satisfy his raging hunger. He gulps the shake down too: it's only a little sweet, but the cool creaminess helps wash down the rest of the food.
The whole time he'd been eating, his cock had stayed hard. As he finishes the shake, he suddenly feels something brush against his cockhead. Russell looks down as gasps: while he had been eating, his belly had not only filled up, but filled out too: where he had flat abs just minutes ago, he now sports a slightly rounded, though still muscled, gut. It is actually sticking out far enough that, seated and leaning forward as he is, it's now brushing against his boner.
Russell grabs his belly, rubbing his hand up and down and sucking in his breath. It flattens out a little, but he's still carrying much more weight than he had been when he sat down. At least his hunger is satisfied, although something tells him this might not last too long. He gets to his feet, and stumbles, caught off balance: it's as if his weight has redistributed around his body. Russell feels not only his rounder belly, but also feels his hairy thighs brush against one another in a new way. Fuck, he thinks, they've gotten bigger too! He takes a few steps away from the table, realizing he would have to adjust how he walks now not only because of his cock and balls, but because his legs are bigger than ever before. He feels heavier, slower: how was he going to escape now!
He's got to find clothes now so he can get out of the house before Coach returns. Russell takes another few steps, but then feels his stomach gurgle again. This time it's not from hunger, but from pressure. He realizes whats about to happen, and suddenly lets out a loud belch: "BURRP." Yuck, he chastises himself, I hardly ever burp! That's something the annoying jocks at school do but not me. He takes another step, and then feels another one coming: "BURRRP!" This one was louder and longer than before, deeper too. That was kind of impressive, he thinks for a moment, before again remembering that he was always grossed out by the guys who burped at school.
"Bulked up I see, Russell." Russell whirls round, and finds Coach standing in the doorway. He must have missed the sound of the car coming back. Russell is still buck naked with a raging boner, but Coach doesn't see to care about that. "Good thing you bulked, too," Coach continues, "you're going to need that extra weight for your new position on the team." Only then does Coach see the empty table, and his expression changes from smug amusement to surprise. "Russell, did you eat all that food at once?"
Russell nods, and then tries unsuccessfully to stifle another belch. His belly is feeling so bloated now.
Coach looks concerned for the first time. "Russ, I planned to make sure you ate a full meal, not ten times that. All that food's gonna do some stuff to you: hang on for a bumpy ride."