"Juiced!" by BeefyJustin-Planetbelly, chapter 3 (Patreon)

“Uuuuuhhhhhhh,” I groaned. ‘What a relief,’ I thought to myself to be out of that little vehicle. Of course the Ford Explorer would be considered comfortable for most individuals, but it was too small for my now freakishly muscular build. The steering wheel had pressed down onto my massive quads and poked the bottom of my giant roid gut. My broad shoulders touched the window on my left side and I could hardly move my thick arms to shift. Reaching up towards the blue skies I said to myself, ‘Damn, a deep massage would be so awesome about now.’ But knowing this wasn’t going to happen, I started walking towards the concrete and glass convention center.

The first interview was with a young, hyped bodybuilder expected to make a great showing, possibly even earning his pro card that night. We were scheduled to meet in a sitting area off to the side of the facility, away from the crowds that were gathering in front. My gait was noticeably slower and more pronounced as I made my way towards the designated meeting place. After walking up a small hill, it was difficult to catch my breath. ‘How do these pro bodybuilders do it?’ I wondered, ‘Just walking around at over three hundred pounds is a workout!’ Then a grin spread across my face. “I guess I’ll have to get used to it!’

A thick, muscular but extremely lean young man was sitting on a brown wooden bench. I quickly recognized the soon to be professional bodybuilder. He was unnaturally dark tan, as is usual for a competition and had on a loose fitting thin sweatshirt and shorts over his posing trunks.

“Hey, Paul, I’m Kevin Kannoplis,” I said and extended my hand. “I’m with massivebodybuilding.com.”

His eyes were big and round as he looked over my extremely muscular build. “Damn. You sure are!” he kept staring. “How are you doing?” then the bodybuilder gestured at the bench close by but directly across from him. “Here, have a seat.”

“I’m great, man, thanks so much for taking the time to talk to me today,” I answer then plop down in the middle of the bench with a very loud thud. “You must be excited about your chances to get your card tonight.”

‘Yeah, I sure am,’ the veiny muscleman replied, “I know I’m dialed in. The pre-judging went great this morning.. Just need to bring it home tonight.”

The aspiring pro described his experiences in transitioning from a team sport, football, to an individual sport, bodybuilding, and what got him interested in the pursuit. He answered questions on his workout routine and his diet plan and what he had to do to achieve his ultimate goal today and earn his pro card.

Although he gave thoughtful answers to all of my questions, it appeared as though he were a little preoccupied or distracted. My assumption was just some nervousness over the competition and its importance to the bodybuilders in his position. But he was staring the whole time we talked. His eyes would focus on my gut, then my biceps, then my pecs, then back on my gut as he answered a question or detailed an experience.

After nearly 30 minutes of speaking with me, Paul stood up and noted he had to wrap up the interview. The bodybuilder then sat back down, but now on the same bench as I was on.

“Thanks so much for your time today,” I said with a grin, “I really appreciate it and our readers will enjoy your story.”

“No problem,” came the response, “So when are you going to compete? You’re a fuckin’ monster!  You’re pecs look like you’ve got a couple of footballs under your shirt!”

My smile turned a little more wry, “Uh, thanks, but I gotta get a little leaner before I can think about competitions.”

“Yeah, well, just wait until after you have the baby, then it’ll be easy,” he suggested with a smirk, then reached over and patted the top of my gut ball. “And it looks like that’ll be any day now. Check out the size of this fucker... Ya gotta be at full term now right?”

I played along with his joke. “Yeah, I’ll be glad when this thing’s outta me!”

He laughed. “I’m sure,” he agreed and began to rub the gut sphere. “Not only has your belly gotten fuckin’ huge, but look at your man breasts.” The bodybuilder then moved his hand off my stomach and placed it under my left pec. “These things look like they’re holdin’ a gallon of milk apiece. If these fucker’s don’t get drained soon, they’re gonna pop!”

Before I could respond, he stood up. I attempted to stand up quickly but was much slower in pushing my very heavy front weighted body up off of the bench. Paul chuckled and gave my round belly another pat.

“Not easy carrying this thing around is it?” he wondered. I just shook my head no.

We shook hands then I thanked him again. “Good luck tonight!” I stated.

“Good luck to you too,” he replied, then gave my gut a final poke. “Hope it’s a boy!”

With that he turned and walked briskly into the building.

For a couple of minutes I stood still, reflecting on what had just taken place. It was quite a turn on to have this handsome bodybuilder talk about the size of my biceps and then touch my pecs, as I had always dreamed it would be. But it also excited me when he patted and poked my huge belly. ‘Could it be that having an oversized muscle gut was just as exciting as having oversized muscles in general?’ I asked myself. ‘Maybe the unusually protruding ball belly wasn’t so bad after all.’ A big smile was still on my face as I approached the convention center, eagerly anticipating my next interview.

The walls of the large building consisted mostly of floor to ceiling glass, with a series of double doors across the front. Posted signs directed members of the media to the side entrance. A young muscular man wearing a tight white polo shirt stood next to a podium set up near one of the sets of doors. One of the glass doors was propped open and the lean bodybuilder was shuffling a stack of papers. His eyes widened as he watched me get closer.

“Hey, man, I’m Kevin Kannapolis from massivebodybuilding.com,” I stated. “How’re you doing?”

The staff worker was staring at my build. “Damn dude, what are you on?” he asked. “Helium?”

Grinning, I replied, “I am blown up but just with muscle.” The bodybuilder was looking down at his papers and then picked up a small piece of sturdy white cardboard in the shape of a rectangle.

“Uh, here’s your ID badge,” he stated, and then reached out towards me. “Hmmm... I need to pin this on you but I’m afraid if I do you’ll pop like a balloon!”

With a hard slap to the left side of my massive chest I responded, “Don’t worry about it  You won’t do anything to these slabs of muscle!”

The young man then pinned the card to my shirt above my left pec. The badge rested at an odd angle, looking very small compared to the huge protruding, round pectoral muscle.

“There ya go!” he stated, then moved his hand down to my greatly distended muscle gut and gave it a couple of taps.

“Damn, what’s that thing blown up to…? 120…? 130 psi?”

With a grin I answered, “Nah, just a little too much muscle.. Just kinda filled me out all over!”

Then the staff worker reached out and opened the other door so that the entry was now extra wide, implying I needed the room for my oversized body. I took a step towards the doors and he gave me a pat on the big shoulder as I passed.

“Just be careful.. Lots of sharp objects in there.. Better keep your distance!” With that he turned back to his paperwork as I entered the building.

Walking into the building and seeing all the bodybuilders of various sizes and levels of body fat only increased my excitement and heightened my anticipation. My boots were loud on the tile floor as I strutted down the wide hallways filled with muscular men eager to flaunt my freakishly overdeveloped body . The stares and gasps as I passed were noticeable and their comments did not disappoint.

“SHIT!  Look... that building’s moving! ”and “It’s the Incredible Hulk!  And he’s pregnant!” were heard above the whispers and silent pointing some of the guys engaged in. “DAMN!  How much do you think he eats?” was my favorite and the last comment I could make out as I turned the corner and approached one of the large booths off to the side of the main foyer.

A well built man, maybe in his mid thirties, was standing up against the side of the wood frame booth. He was wearing a red shirt that said “Mark” above the words “Power Supplements” above the pocket.

“Hey Mark,” I exclaimed as I got closer, “I’m Kevin... Kevin Kannapolis,” Extending my hand I continued, “From massivebodybuilding.com.”

The handsome man’s eyes widened and he stared at my build. “Damn, you sure are  What the hell are you on, man? You’re a fuckin’ moose!”

“Everything INCLUDING the kitchen sink,” I replied with a laugh. “But I could always use some more of the great sups you guys have.”

The muscular man laughed too and began to describe some of the supplements his company manufactured and sold. We were discussing their top seller, a high calorie weight gain protein mix called “MegaSwole” when we both overheard voices discussing the very same product.

“Hey excuse me for a second,” he stated then added with a wink. “Gotta go close a sale.” Mark disappeared around the corner but I could still hear him speaking with two men. The supplement company owner was trying to convince the potential customers to stock up on his most popular product.

“Hey Moose, come here!” I heard Mark call out. Answering his request I walked around the corner of the structure and noted two young men standing next to Mark. Both had the look of the classic beginner bodybuilder with tight wife beaters stretched across muscles that were just starting to grow in size and shape. Their eyes bugged out when my huge body came into full view.

“Guys, you wanna know what MegaSwole can do for you?” he asked, then gestured towards me. “It’s what got Moose here so big.”

A big grin spread across my face and I flexed for my stunned audience. “Yeah, you wanna blow up huge like Moose, then MegaSwole’s for you,” Mark continued his spiel.

The shorter one, wearing a grey shirt stepped up next to me. “Dude, how big are your arms?” he wondered in amazement. “Your bis look like fuckin bowling balls!”

“Oh ‘bout twenty two inches,” I replied then winked. “Cold.”

The beginner bodybuilder in the white tank pointed towards my protruding midsection. “So is that also what you get from MegaSwole... A fuckin gigantic beer belly?” he asked with a smirk.

Mark patted my rounded gut. “Shit, this ain’t fat, it’s as hard as a rock!  This is the only problem with MegaSwole,” he began to explain while continuing to rest his hand on my pregnant looking stomach. “See, it works SO well, that if you take too much you gain too much muscle and it blows out your gut. Feel this thing.. It’s all muscle!”

The young man reaches out and gives the belly ball a poke, first gently than more firmly. “Shit, that is hard.” He looks at my face, “Dude, you got a boulder under your shirt?”

“Nah, just too much muscle,” I reaffirmed. “Just packin’ it on everywhere.”

The other bodybuilder tries to reach around my arm and is woefully short even with both hands.

“Well, I’d sure as hell like to pack on some muscle like this,” he exclaims then turns to Mark. “I’ll take two containers. No make that three... No four.”

“Yeah, I’ll take four also,” his friend replied. “Gonna get so fuckin swole, I can’t wait man ” he exclaimed with a huge grin. Then he gave my belly another sharp poke. “But I won’t take TOO much... don’t wanna look like I swallowed a medicine ball!”

Everybody laughed at this comment and Mark directed the young men to the other side of the booth where they could pay for their purchases. He then put his arm on my broad shoulder and guided me towards the back of the booth.

“Thanks man for bringing that sale home,” he said with a smile, “Now that you helped us, I think we can help you.” A puzzled look crossed my face before he reached over and patted the top of my belly shelf. “Help you get your gigantic gut deflated down!”

To be continued