Standing there staring at coach with a look of fear in his eyes, his rounded muscle gut gurgles menacingly. He puts his thick calloused hand down over it, rubbing gently, feeling it churn as another belch ripples up and thunders outward. This one was deep, loud, and lasted nearly a minute. After it ended, he groaned, and backed his jock-butt into the chair he'd gorged himself in.
Coached watched with a mixed expression of curiosity and worry as Russell rubbed his gurgling belly, groaning as the overload of protein, carbs and assorted supplements absorbed into his body. He started to sweat, quickly reeking as if he'd done a grueling workout, his bushy underarms dampening, a drop of sweat dripping down his temple as his metabolism ramped up to burn off the epic meal.
Without speaking, his body pulsed, throbbed, and grew, the chair under him creaking with the added weight. Pounds of muscle and fat packed onto his frame, widening his shoulders, rounding out his new well bloated, muscled gut. Another roaring belch made Coach chuckle, as Russell's eyes widened.
With each passing second, dark hairs were curling from his skin, first around his nipples, then fanning over his solid, yet soft looking pecs. The nipples themselves seemed to expand, the nip pointing outward and downward in an ever perky, lewd display. Russell swore as he realized any shirt he wore, he'd be flashing some serious nip through even the thickest material.
His shoulders cracked and widened out, thickening until they resembled half-bowling balls planted over hefty, bulky looking arms. his biceps and triceps grew as well, covering over in a soft layer, making it impossible for them to hang close to his torso. Always pushed to the sides, looking comical and large.
Russell was forced to reposition himself in the chair, his legs splaying to give his balls more room as his thighs beefed up, itchy hair traveling up from his ankles and covering them, meeting up with his furry bush. His legs were now trunks of solid muscle which would make walking more like a lumbering waddle. If he didn't consciously try, he could very easily crush his hefty balls between them.
As the growth fuel that was his massive meal seemed to run low, his calves throbbed and thickened, becoming footballs attached to his lower legs, and his feet cracked and popped, expanding out and wider. Russell and Coach both covered their noses, Russell having to stifle another belch as the stink coming from his huge feet, and also from his sweating, bloated body filled the kitchen. Reeking of pure testosterone, stress sweat, concentrated locker room funk. The growth stopped just as the chair under him creaked, and broke, sending him flat on his ass, causing one last deep, rumbling belch to rattle the plates on the table.
"Damn Russ! I only meant for you to gain a few pounds, beef up for football! There's no way you'll be useful on the team now!" Coach said angrily, looking at his sweating, panting meatball of a son
"Fuck, you look like an off season lifter... We may have to open a new sport for you to join!, But first, you need a damn shower, you fuckin' REEK!"
Russell could only moan, laying down on the cold linoleum, rubbing his large rounded muscle gut, hiccuping as tears rolled down his pudgy cheeks.