"Well then come here! I have something for ya! " Justin waddled into the kitchen to find one last piece of cake. "This is sure to make you burst! " Justin sat at the table and emideately ate the cake with his bare hands. Chocolate was smeared on his face and crumbs were falling onto his enlarged mid-section. 

Coach watched with a grin on his face. "How's the cake?" Coached asked. Justin responded with a loud belch. "So good.." Justin finished the last bite of the cake, licking the chocolate off of his fingers. Within a few seconds, a button burst off of Justin's shirt. Justin moaned and inhaled, the rest of the shirt came ripping apart, revealing a swollen, round, stuffed gut. Justin stat back in the chair as Coach came over and started to rub his naked belly. "Good job, Justin! this is an A+ gut!" 

Justin looked down at his gut. he had lost nearly all of his muscular appearence, you could only tell his had muscel when he flexed his arms now. His once solid pecs were now soft and swollen, along with the rest of his body. Justin let out another moan. "Coach.. I feel so good!" Justin let out anohter burb. "See, I told ya. " Coach slapped Justin's gut. "Nice and firm, can you walk? Let's get you on a scale." Justin nodded and forced himself up, removing the torn shirt he had just burst out of. Coach led him to the bathroom and pulled out the scale. Justin hopped on it, looking down to only see his large gut in the way. "Coach, I can't see it, how much am I?" Coach squated down next to Justin, glancing at the scale. He let out a whistle. "You ready for this big guy?" Justin moaned, burping. "Gnff.... Yes. " He stood there, rubbing his belly. "You just tipped it at 210." Justin paused and looked down at his new belly. He remembered he used to weigh around 160 before the training, had he really gained 50 pounds in 2 months? He rubbed his gut some more. 

Coach looked up at Justin, getting a good view of his underbelly. He also saw a bulge forming in his pants. Coach pulled himself up and stood behind Justin. "You like...?" he asked, rubbing Justin's newly formed love handles form behind. Justin moaned again. "I've gained so much... it feels unreal." Coach laughed. "It's real, you should be proud." Coach slid his hands towards the front of Justin. He rubbed the small bulge in Justin's pants. "See, you like being huge, don't you?" Justin gasped. "I do." He leaned back into Coach slightly,  rubbing his belly. 

Coach undid the tight button of Justin's Pants, making Justin's gut have more room to grow from the cake. Justin sighed in relief, and coach working his hands towards Justin's hard on. Justin was 23, and coach was 27, he had no problem with this. After a few strokes, Justin released his seed on the wall in front of him. He let out a loud belch when he finished, making Coach laugh. "There's you treat, Justin." Coach brought his hands up to Justin's gut and gave it a jiggle. "I'm proud of you, now why don't you spend the night here and we'll head over to your compotion tomorrow. There's a room right across the hall you can stay in,  and I have a wrestling suit specially made for you for your big day."

Coach turned around and left the bathroom. "Wait!" Justin yelled, turning to Coach. "What do I wear to bed?" Coach smirked. "Sleep naked, you have that gut to keep you warm." Coach laughed down the hall into his bedroom. Justin stood there giggling. His gut was nice and warm, especially after rubbing it for so long. He examined it's round, strong form. He stuck his finger in his navel that had now sun in deeper than before. He tucked his hands underneath it and gave it a jiggle. All of this examining had gotten him hard again, so he quickly took care of it and made sure to clean up, then ran to the room across the hall. 

He stripped down completely naked and examined the rest of his body. His legs were beefier, and his arms were swollen. He placed his hands on his butt, it too had grown with his new weight. Although he was slightly upset that he had little to no muscels now, he felt great. He streached, sticking his gut far out in front of him. Then he hopped into bed, making every spring in the matress squeak.  Soon he fell asleep, ready for the big day tomorrow. 

Justin was awaken by a smack on his gut. "Wake up big guy, the big day's today!" Coach yelled. Justin goraned and hopped out of bed. "Here you go, " Coach handed Justin a green spandex wrestling suite. "Change into that and meet me in the kitchen, bug guy!" Coach patted Justin's gut and left. 

Justin squeesed his way into the suite. It was skin tight on him, showing every curve and buldge of his body. It ended at his thights, and was cut just at the top of his girth, cutting under his soft pectorals. Justint took pleasure to the tightness of the suite, and he waddles his way into the kitchen. 

"Ah, lookin good!" Coach said, setting up a plate full of pancakes for Justin. "Now, devour these in one minute! I'll go warm the car. " Coach left and Justin tore right into the pancakes. After 47 seconds, they were gone, and Justin threw on his shoes and ran to the car, his gut full and ready for action. 

They arrived at the gym were the tornament was beng held. Men of all different sizes were everywhere. Justin and Coach walked in, and the ref set them up against Justin's first opponent. "Take him down, big guy!" Coach said, giving Justin's gut a lucky rub. Soon the bell rang, and the first round was on it's way. 

Justin's first oppnent was easy, a small, chubby man around his age who he knocked out of the rign in 7 seconds flat. Round two,  this time a heavier set man, maybe older than Justin. The two collided at the ring of the bell, their guts rubbing against eachother through the spandex. To Justin's advantage, his opponent was more flabbier than solid, and Justin easily grabbed his his love handles, and tossed him out the ring. Coach screamed  for Justin. "You go big guy!!" 

Justin felt powerful, more than he did when he was muscular. He sat on the bench with Coach, awaiting his next opponent. Coach handed him a waterbottle, Justin chugging it down. "Here, drink this protien shake, you'll need it for your last opponent." Coach said, handing Justin another bottle. Justin nodded and gulped it down, the bell ringing for the next match. Justin shot up and headed for the ring. 

His oppenet approached him. A taller man slightly bigger than Justin. Tan skin and a small beard, his gut hung out of his suite. Small hairs ran up his large gut, into a mess of chest fuzz. Justin was timmed at first, but when the bell rang, he ripped right into him. Justin's face was pressed into the small chest hairs of his opponent, his arms around his gut as far as they could reach. The large opponent was winning, pushing Justin closer and closer to the outside of the ring. 

"Come on, Justin!" Coach yelled. Justin let out a small roar, and pushed hard into the gut of his opponent. Just then, his suite teared, and his large gut was exposed. Justin gave all of his force, and pushed his gut into his opponent's, causeing him to tumble backwards out of the ring. The crowd went wild and the ref grabbed Justin's hand and threw them into the air. "We have a winner!" 

Justin was handed a champion belt and trophy, and him and Coach made their way out of the gym. "That was great, Justin!" Coach said. "Yeah... sorry about the suite." 

"ah, don't worry about it, it was bound to happen." Coach laughed. "Here, lets go get some milk shakes, then I'll but you some new cloths that will fit you."