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Eddie, with his hand still clamped on his distended muscle gut, freezes in horror. I’m going to need you to gain 10 to 15 pounds in two weeks in order to be competitive,” coach coughed out, gazing down slightly in anticipation of Eddie’s reaction to this unexpected news. Did his coach really just catch him doing the one thing he hasn’t told anyone about?

I’ve…never…*burp*…been…this…*burp*…full…before,” Eddie managed to state between belches and deep breaths.

Eddie placed an inquisitive hand on his bulging gut, stunned by how inflexible and tight it felt.

“I’m…not…*burp*…sure…I…can…*burp*…finish…this…last…*burp*…plate…coach,” he managed to say, moaning intensely from the pain.

Normally he could down three full plates, which resulted in quite a pregnant looking, ab-covered ball, which stuck out oddly from his otherwise muscular frame.

Today he was aiming for five.

“Eat up, jock boy!” exclaimed coach with delight, giving Eddie’s firm, flat belly one last tap. Truth is, Eddie hadn’t been able to eat much that day due to his higher-than-normal level of eagerness for school to end.

“Excellent!” replied coach, placing a hand on Eddie’s solid, muscular stomach.

Eddie plops down, without saying a word, and tries his best to sink as far as possible into one of the armchairs facing his coach’s desk.

Damn, he is good looking, is all Eddie could think of when he saw that beautiful smile stretch across his classically handsome face.

Coach Drew’s short, spiked, medium brown hair simply sets the stage for his flawless skin, adorable button nose, cute smile, and chiseled jawline.

As a result, his body, which he normally keeps in excellent form, is even more cut at the moment.

That’s the thing with Eddie, though, despite how in shape he is he secretly loves to eat, and the shredded eight-pack he’s sporting now quickly becomes a padded six-pack, sometimes even a subtle four-pack, when he’s in his off season.

Looking down, he finally took a moment to survey the damage. It’s when he got to the end of his third plate that things started to get interesting.

Eddie could feel the contents of his stomach shifting and expanding, trying to force his unyielding abs to bloat, but they were resisting…for now.

“It seems to me my jock is slowing down a bit,” teased coach, who had decided to sit next to Eddie in the booth just in case he needed to sneak in some belly rubs to help his jock reach maximum capacity.

Coach Drew could see Eddie’s normally washboard flat belly starting to bulge out from his built frame, his abs actually becoming visible through the fabric of his clothing as they were being pushed forward from behind.

When he determines the coast is clear he slowly lifts the hem of his tight tank top, revealing the glorious wall of muscle beneath.

Eddie has an amazing body, and his abs are no exception. Eddie didn’t know what to do with himself, so much pleasure mixed with equally as much pain. “Why don’t you take off your belt, unbutton your jeans, and maybe even take off your polo to see if that helps relieve some of the pressure?”

“Good thinking, coach,” Eddie responded with a slight groan.

Now open up for your coach. He had undone his pants as well. Not to mention, his body is also in terrific shape, with defined shoulders, nice arms, a solid chest, and a flat stomach. A small sliver of super taut skin was now peeking out where his polo had hitched up a bit due to the rapid expansion.

He prodded the solid mass under his shirt, seeing if he could still make out his abs, and it felt like he’d swallowed a bowling ball.

Eddie worriedly pondered.

After a few beats he pulls his tank back down over his bare abs, puts on his form fitting polo, and hesitantly makes his way to Coach Drew’s office.

“Please have a seat, Eddie,” coach offers with a warm smile. You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?”

Without waiting for a response, coach shoved a heaping forkful of fried food into Eddie’s unsuspecting mouth, while keeping one hand firmly planted on his distended abdomen so he could feel it expanding while he fed his swollen jock the rest of the final plate.

Coach Drew was in absolute ecstasy feeling his already inflated jock growing steadily beneath his palm with each bite, his ripped abs a distant memory, although the stubborn outlines of those rigid muscles were still faintly visible.

We’ll have to work on that next time, coach thought.

Finally, after a joint effort, the fork hit the empty plate.

He simply enjoyed the feeling of being utterly stuffed, and the idea of losing his abs, even if only temporarily.

Gaining a few pounds here and there was also okay, but he never, ever wanted to be fat, and he always liked having at least a six-pack in the summer.