"Juiced!" by BeefyJustin-Planetbelly, chapter 2 (Patreon)

The big smile on my face continued unabated. Mick seemed a little surprised at my reaction. “You like the thicker waist?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” I responded, then explained. “All the mass monsters have roid guts. Coleman, Ruhl; if you’re one of the big boys ya gotta have the big muscular abs too. And it matches the size and shape of the rest of my massive muscles.”

Mick grinned after hearing my thoughts. “Good. Glad you like it.”

“Hey, I wanna see my back. It’s gotta be like a fuckin’ barn door now ” I noted, looking around the gym for a certain set-up. “Hey, over there ” I pointed towards a small room off to the side that had mirrors on opposing walls, at slightly different angles. This would allow me to look into one mirror in front of me and see the reflection of my back coming off the other mirror.

The anticipation was electric. When I arrived at a spot that I thought would work, the sight did not disappoint. My back was gigantic!  A huge mass of muscle shaped like an upside down pyramid, thick and broad as I had ever seen. Several minutes were spent checking out every detail from every angle.

Then something caught my eye. “Hey, man, look. My gut’s still blowin’ up. It’s gettin big ” I pointed towards my much more rounded out mid-section.

“I thought you liked the roid gut look,” Mick responded.

“Uh, yeah, but I’m getting too big. I look like I’m 7 months pregnant ” I turned to face the big man. “My gut’s almost as big as yours. And I’m not a fat ass like you! ”

Mick didn’t seem to be that insulted by this remark and actually his grin got wider. “Uhh, you’re lookin’ kinda offseason to me, man.”

I turned back to the mirror. He was right! Not only was my belly getting more round, but the deep cuts in between the muscles were filling in. The ab structure was still there, but not as pronounced as before. I did look like an off-season pro bodybuilder that had been eating a little too much.

“Hey, look at my belly button,” I exclaimed. “It’s popped out ” My slight innie navel had become a big outie. “That just means you’re almost due ” Mick said with a laugh and a pat of the top of my muscle gut.

“Fuck, man, my gut’s gotten too big,” I stated, now a little annoyed. “And it’s still growing  Mick, you gotta stop it, before I turn into a blimp ”

The beefy man reached out and patted the top of my bowed out belly, then thumped the crest, just above my belly button. ‘Hmmm,” he started. “Ain’t seen a gut get this big before. Maybe you just had more muscle in your mid-section to start with.”

My hands went to the sides of the belly sphere. “C’mon, dude, I look like I’m entering my fourth trimester... do something before I pop ”

“Yeah, you are gettin’ really big,” he noted. “Come up to the front desk and I’ll see if there’s something I can do for you.” Mick gave my ballooning gut a quick poke. “Looks like you swallowed a medicine ball ”

The big guy turned and walked towards the smoothie bar. When he reached his destination, he turned back around and I watched a big grin spread across his face. I was only about half way from where we were previously standing and very slowly strutting/waddling towards him. “HAHA,” he laughed, “Not easy carrying all that weight around, is it big guy?”

“Not with this fuckin’ gut you’ve given me, you asshole,” I said back, “I feel like I weigh 350 pounds!” Eventually I got close to the wooden counter that separated the smoothie area from the rest of the gym.

“Hey, looks like your belly’s stopped expanding,” Mick noted. “You’re good now.”

“GOOD?” I shouted, rubbing my perfectly rounded muscle gut. “I’m a fuckin’ blimp  A huge fat blimp!”

“Hey, you’re not fat!”  Mick argued. Then a slight grin spread across his face. “Well, not that fat anyway. It’s mostly muscle, man. You’re not a fat blimp; you’re a MUSCLE BLIMP ”

“You wanted to be a freak right?” he continued. “A huge muscle freak? Well, FUCK man, you’re MASSIVE. You can’t have the size and have a little girl’s waist. You’re a seriously thick massive muscle MAN. And that means a seriously thick massive muscle gut too ”

“Well, it is true that I’ve always wanted to be massive, especially since I started working for.. OH, HOLY SHIT!” I interrupted my initial thought. “The competition tonight!  I’ve got to cover it for the web site. And I’ve got interviews set up and everything.” I frantically checked the walls for a clock. “FUCK!  My clothes... the clothes I brought are certainly not going to cover any of this,” I looked down and rubbed my hands over the top of my gut and up over my incredibly protruding pecs. “I need to leave in a few minutes and I don’t have anything that’ll fit ”

“Whoa, calm down man,” Mick attempted to reassure me. “I’ve got the perfect clothes that you can wear to show off your new build, you mass monster. Meet me in the locker room and I’ll bring the stuff in.” His grin widened. “Just be careful squeezing through the door, muscle blimp... ya don’t wanna pop yourself ”

Slowly I walked down the hall while staring at my incredible additional muscle. I had often wondered what it would feel like to be the size of the biggest of the top professional bodybuilders. It was a little hard to walk as my thick quads would rub together unless I consciously spread my legs slightly with each step. My massive arms were well away from my torso, forced outward by the thickness of my protruding lats. And I loved every aspect of it!  ‘If only my muscle gut wasn’t quite so big, I’d have the perfect build’ was my last thought before entering the locker room.

By the time I had squeezed through the entrance, Mick was already there with some clothes laying on a wooden bench. Then my eye caught the scale in the corner.

“Man, I feel so fuckin’ heavy. I gotta weigh myself ” I exclaimed.

The muscle man just smiled and gestured towards the scale. Not realizing my new proportion I attempted to step up onto the scale in the standard fashion, but my protruding gut hit the post holding the counter balance before I was completely on the scale.

Mick laughed. “You’re gonna have to try it another way, big guy. Too much gut for that!”

He stepped towards the scale and moved it out into the room. “Here, get on it backwards. I’ll read it to ya.”

The machine made a very loud clunk when I stepped on the scale now facing away from the sliding counter balance.

“Well?”

“Impressive dude. Three... thirty... two  You’re a big boy now ” Mick said, and slapped my broad upper back. “You’ve got some serious muscle ”

A big grin spread across my face. “Damn, I can’t believe it. Over 330!  I’ve gained over a hundred and ten pounds ” The excitement of reaching the ultimate 300 pound mark (and then some) made me forget about how much of that was in my huge gut.

“I can’t wait to show off this muscle at the competition tonight ”

The thick bodybuilder smiled. “Well then, let’s get you dressed for your coming out... er... or I should say your blowin’ up party!”

It was a struggle to get on the jeans that Mick had provided, but the stretchy material bulged and swelled to contain my newly massive quads and bubble butt. I pulled the extra-extra-extra-large, cotton and spandex shirt over my head and down over my enormous torso. It too was a tight fit, highlighting every bulge from my nipple crowned pecs to my protruding outie belly button.

“Put this on,” Mick suggested, handing me a thick black belt. But the mass of gut and muscle blocked my view of the jeans belt loops in every direction.

“Uhh, need a little help here.”

He took the belt back from me, still grinning, “Yeah, okay, I see your problem,” he states, while giving my lats and gut a couple of pats. “Can’t see much down there can ya?”

We both laughed a little and he threaded the belt through the loops, then fastened everything up somewhere underneath my protruding muscle belly.

Finally, Mick brought out a pair of big black boots. “With as heavy as you are now, you can’t wear athletic shoes any more; you need something more solid with better support. These ’ll be perfect ”

Grabbing the boots from him, I then plopped down on the wide sturdy bench in front of the row of lockers. The problem was detected immediately though; my torso was too big to bend over to reach my feet.

Another chuckle from Mick. “You didn’t actually think you were going to reach around this thing,” he asked, thumping the top of my rounded gut, “did you?”

My response was a simple grunt as he put the motorcycle style boots on my now larger feet.

The off-season bodybuilder then helped me up into a standing position. He stood back and examined my freakishly muscular body from top to bottom

“DAMN ” he stated, “You are FUCKIN” HOT!  So much muscle just exploding from your body. The clothes really highlight your size. And your face, man... your face is so square. Even it’s full of muscle now!”

My eyes went to the reflection in the full length mirror. It was hard to believe just how massive my body had become. Flexing the incredibly peaked biceps brought a big smile to my wider face. Then I turned sideways to examine my profile.

“Check out that pec man,” Mick noted, while pointing at the right side of my super thick chest. “It looks like someone glued a marble to a football and stuck it under your shirt.”

The big guy was right about that. My nipples were very visible in the tight shirt. Actually, every curve, bump and bulge, including my newly protruding belly button were clearly noticeable as both the shirt and jeans were extremely tight.

“Damn, my gut’s really stickin’ out,” I noted, placing my hand on the shelf of the extremely rounded belly.

“Yeah, but it works perfectly,” Mick pointed out. “Look at how big and round your ass is; your giant muscle gut balances it out just right. You’re whole body is a series of spheres!”

The last comment really struck me. ‘A series of spheres,’ I thought, ‘That is so hot!’ With my right hand, I stroked my enormous left bicep, ran my fingers around the giant pec mounds and then down the top half of the curve of my oversized muscle gut. Every single muscle was incredibly over developed, and therefore nearly perfectly rounded.

The clock on the wall made me realize I had to leave for the bodybuilding competition. But not without one more double bicep pose in the mirror.

“SWEET!” exclaimed Mick. Shaking the big guy’s hand I said my thanks. “Have fun tonight!” he said with a grin. I returned the smile then carefully strutted/waddled out of the locker room. “I’m looking forward to it!”

To be continued.