Whats in a man chpt 5

They started training the next day. Justin arrived just on time. "Justin, Hi! Come here! " Justin walked over to Coach who was digging through his bag. "Here. " Coach handed Justin a large button down blue shirt. "What's this? "
"It's your training shirt. Your training will be complete when you bust though it. " Justin checked the tag. It was a double extra large. Justin was only a large. "Well, change into it! Let's see how it looks." 

Justin switched into the shirt on the spot. "Looks a little loose, but that'll change" Coach put Justin right to work. He made him do push-ups while eating a whole pie on the floor in front of him. Next pullups while being fed a extra long hotdog. And for the end of the day running laps while drinking a calorie shake Coach made for him. By the end of the day Justin was tired out and his belly was sore. "Coach.. that was too much. "
"Nonsence! " Coach rubbed Justin's swollen belly. "You're doing great. You'll be busting out of that in no time! " Justin let out a large belch and passed out.

Justin woke up in the gym mats that next morning. He groaned and felt his belly that had grew over night from the workout the day before. The shirt was already starting to snug to his body. He got up and found Coach sleeping next to him. Justin woke him up. "Ah.. Oh! " Coach sat up. "Justin! I fell asleep next to you. I was feeding you in your sleep. "
"You where what? "
"Yeah, you're the quite the hungry machine when you're asleep. " Coach slapped Justin's gut. Justin's face turned red as he noticed an erection through his gym shorts. "Oh, look at that! You're hard again! Tell you what, when you bust out of that shirt, I'll treat you to something special. " Coach got up and left Justin to attend to his erection in privacy.

When Justin finished pleasuring himself he went back to Coach. "I want more training. " he said. "Excellent! " Coach jumped. "I made you a breakfast calorie smoothy. " Coach got up to his blender and poured Justin a glass. "After that we can repeat yesterday's workouts. " Justin nodded and chugged the shake. He then ran out into the Gym to set up the mats.

After one week of this training, Justin went to a large to an extra large. His gut became more round and his muscles began to soften. The shirt fit more tight on him now. Coach was proud of his student, and often treated Justin to a belly rub. Training soon began to take place at Coach's house where he was just fed. Within another two weeks of straight feeding, Justin was close to busting out of his shirt.

Justin walked into Coach's house, the buttons on his shirt stretching. "Justin! " Coach yelled. "You're about to burst! " Justin groaned and nodded. "I want to bust out of it... it's so tight. "

"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?" 

(... find out next time! )

Whats in a man chpt 4

The next day after school Justin went to see Coach in his office. "Ah, Justin! Nice to see you. "
"Hi, Coach. " There was silence. "So, Justin, did you do what I told you to do last night? "
"Yes. " Justin put a hand on his belly.
"And? What happened? " Justin's face reddened. "Well, I, you see... I got.. well... "
"An erection? " Coach interrupted. Justin nodded. "Ah, see! Told you! Having a gut is quite a wonderful thing. You look good, feel good, and more. "
"More? " Justin asked.
"Yes, More, but you'll see that in time. Now, Justin. I found a flyer for a tournament for wrestling that only has chubby challengers. I want to be your coach and enter this tournament. What do you say? "
Justin looked at Coach in confinement. "Chubby? Like, sumo wrestlers? "
"Not really, just like regular wrestling but with fatter men. " Justin was silent. "Come on, it'll be a challenge worth it! You can drop out at any time, and I can always help you loose the weight. "
Justin nodded. "Alright. I'll do it. " Coach smiled. "alright, come here later and we'll go sign up! "

Justin went home to tell his parents about the tournament. They had nothing wrong with it, as long as he knew what he was doing. He went back to the gym and met up with Coach. The two of them then drove down the street to a Gym and Bar to sign up for the tournament. When he they walked inside Justin was surrounded by men his age with huge guts. Some flabbyer than others. He was much smaller compared to the rest of them. Coach signed Him up and they left back to the Wrestling Gym. "Coach, those men in there were huge! "
"Don't worry Justin, we'll have you bulked up in no time. "

My Santa

Story by TBone contains male weight gain and sexual content. Don't like, don't read.

I've been dating Chris for a while now. It's the holidays, and I wanted to give him something special... while giving myself something special in return.

It's Christmas morning and we're exchanging gifts. I give Chris a big blue box. He opens it up and takes out a red robe with white trim that I got from a thrift shop. They said the big man wore it himself. Chris giggles. "What's this? "
"A robe! "
"It's nice. " I smile at him as he stands up and takes his shirt off. he puts the robe on and poses like a model. "How do I look? "
I laugh. "Hot. It shows off you tattoo. "
Chris rubs his defined stomach where a tattoo of the word Angel is printed just above his belly button. He then takes off his bottoms leaving him in his underwear. "How about now? " He poses again. I sit, entertained by my boyfriend's actions. "Even hoter. "
"I like it. I think I'll stay in this all day. "
"We are not going anywhere, so why not? "
"Exactly. Come on, I'm starting. Let's eat. "

We both go into the kitchen for breakfast. "You know, I could really go for some eggnog. " Chris says. He goes to the fridge and takes out an unopened container of eggnog, riping it open and chugging all of its contents. I watch in awe. Not because he chugged the whole thing, but his belly. It expanded with every chug. "Chris? "
"Ahh.. Yeah? " I point down at his belly. "Oh well. Do we have candy canes? " Chris left the room into the living room, opening three boxes of candy canes i was going to save for later and sitting on the floor munching on them. I sit down next to him. The word tattooed on his belly started to curve upward from his expanding belly. Not only did his belly grow with every bite of the candy canes, but his chest started to soften as well as his thighs and arms.

Athough I was alarmed by all of this, I was strangley attracted to it. I placed my hand on his belly and started to rub it. Chris moaned as he stuffed his face with candy canes. Chris looked like he had put on 30 pounds from just the eggnog and candy canes. And he wasnt done.

After he finished all three packs of canes, he got up with a small wobble and ran back into the kitchen. He found everything that was christmasy and ate it. After an half hour of nothing but eatting, he looked like the big man himself. He rubbed his new gut that was covered in crumbs and smeered with chocolate. He scrached his facial stubbles and spread out his legs letting out a huge burp. I wal over to him and sit on his lap. "Wow Chris... You're like my own Santa. " I rub his new belly, my shaft stiffining. "Looks like I am. " Chris puts a hand on the side of his gut and smacks it. It giggles lightly. I lean down and lick the chocolate off his gut. Chris grabs both my ass cheek and leans forward to kiss me. "Now, Mike, what do you want fo Christmas? " I grin. "You. "

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A late christmas gift for you guys! Merry Christmas!

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What's in a Man chpt.3

Justin walked in his small house walking right up the stairs into his room. His parents wouldn't be home for a another hour. He placed his gym bag on his bed and took off his shoes. "200, eh? " He said to himself as he removed his sweater, shirt, and after looking down at his pants and shrugging, his pants too.

Now back in his lavender boxers, he realizes he does not have a mirror in his bedroom. So he walks to the bathroom. He stands in front of the full length mirror, staring down at his midsection. "200... " he puts his hands on each side of his stomach, turning to the side and imagining himself heavier. "Hmm... " He rubbs his gut slowly.

After five minutes of rubbing and examining his gut, Justin notices something strange. Underneath his lavender boxers, is a growing erection. His face reddens and he slowly touches it. He leaves the bathroom to attend it in his room.

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Sorry this ones a quickie, but I was short on time.

What's in a Man chpt.2

The wind was cold on Justin's walk home. He was forced to put his hood up to block his ears from it. He kept his hands inside his sweater on his stomach, where it was the warmest. "This gut is good for something. " He laughed to himself.

Soon following his foot steps was a car horn, more like a jeep. He turned his head to see his coach driving a black jeep pulling up next to him."Hey Justin, is way too cold for you to be walking! Hop in! " Though slightly uncomfortable with Coach driving him, he agreed, and jumped right into the passenger side of the jeep. "Thanks Coach, any longer and I would have froze to death. "
"No problem, but at least you have a portable blanket to keep you warm. " he said referring to Justin's hands inside his shirt.
"Oh, yeah, this shirt's really warm. "
Coach laughed. "Not that, your belly. Nice and warm isn't it? "
Justin looked down at his arms which still rested on his swollen midsection. He pulled his arms through his sleeves. "Oh, yeah. " He paused. "Coach, how come you seem to know so much about me and my gut? "
"I used to have one when I was your age. I was actually quite large. Just about five' nine, like you are, but well over two hundred. I used to love the feeling, made me feel like a king. But college came and I lost all of it. "

Justin looked confused. He couldn't picture his coach, nor himself being over 200 pounds. "and you found it attractive? "
"Oh yes. Like I said, a gut fits a man. "
Justin looked now concerned. Coach looked at him. "Just go home tonight and look in the mirror, topless, and imagine yourself with a gut and see what happens. Tell me tomorrow. Alright? "
Justin nodded in agreement. He wanted to know what was so special about having a gut. "I will coach. Oh, my house is right up a head. " Justin pointed to a house on the side of the road. Coach pulled into the driveway and dropped Justin off. Justin got out of the car and Coach yelled to him, "Now you go upstairs and do what I told you to do, got it! "
"Alright, Coach. " Justin slammed the door and Coach pulled out of the small driveway, zooming away.

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I wan to add more to this but I want to keep the driving part as one chapter. So I will add the next chapter very shortly.

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Egyptian's Sweet Skin

Egyptian's Sweet Skin
Story by TBone
WARNING: Story contains male weight gain. Don't like, don't read.


Bastet was one of the king's most favorable men. Bastet did an excellent job working the slaves to build the Great Pyramids. Bastet also took pride in his work. He would stand proudly in the sunlight showing off his strong build as a sign of power over the slaves. His green eyes pierced through any young man's soul, and the black makeup he wore around them saddened any animal. On top of his tanned skin was a large gold collar that he wore upon his shoulders. On his head, a blue and gold striped head piece that covered each side of his head. These two items showed that he was a member of the king's knights. Of course, as well, he wore a white loin cloth to hide his privates, just as any Egyptian.

Bastet's best friend was his whip. He enjoyed putting other Egyptians in pain. His main power was force, and he used it to get just about any task done. But when the Great Pyramids neared completion, Bastet was assigned another duty.

Bastet now found himself controlling the kitchen that was used to prepare food for the great king. Bastet was not so satisfied with this job, and was very displeased. But he moved his disappointment elsewhere over time and grew fascinated by cooks and their job. He payed most attention to on in particular, that went by the name Ziyad, a thin Egyptian with hazel-nut eyes and thin short black hair. Ziyad did not let this go unnoticed.

Bastet has always been fed food made by these cooks, so nothing struck him new. But one day, brave chief Ziyad walked up to Bastet with a rare item, Chocolate mixed with kiwi seeds. Ziyad handed the chocolate chunk to Bastet, who was at least a foot taller than him. Bastet looked down, confused. "What do you bring to me? "
"Chocolate. "
"Ah, I shall bring it to his majesty. "
"No, this one is for you. "
"Me, but why? "
"You're always watching us. You need a treat. "

Bastet looked at the chocolate and took it out of Ziyad's hands. I was the size of an average piece of pie, and Bastet ate it whole in one monstrous bite. After a few good seconds of chewing, Bastet swallowed the wad of chocolate in his mouth. He placed a hand on his defined abdomens and looked down at Ziyad. "I have never tasted such perfection. Does his Majesty know about this? "
"No, only you and I.
"He must know. "
"No, I just want it to be between us. "
"I cannot. "
"You can. " Ziyad had one little piece in his other hand. He waved it in front of Bastet's face. Bastet grabbed Ziyad's wrist and ate the chocolate from his hand. "Alright. Just between us."
Ziyad grinned.

After two weeks of being fed the secretive chocolate by Ziyad, a change started to take place in Bastet. His defined abdomens had started to fade away. They were still very much there, but protected by a thin pillow of fat. Bastet made sure nothing happened to Ziyad. If another guard whipped Ziyad, Bastet would whip him back. Soon, Ziyad became very respected.

Ziyad enjoyed watching Bastet engorge himself with the sweet treats he made for him. He considered himself Bastet's personal chief. And as the days went on, the more faster he could make the chocolate for Bastet.

One evening, when the sun began to set, Bastet walked over to Ziyad. His pudge had become more noticeable now, but Bastet was very unaware of it. "Ziyad. " Ziyad looked up at the new, rounded Bastet. "Yes, Bastet? "
"I would like for you to come to the palace with me tonight, into my room. "
Ziyad chuckled. "That's a kind offer coming from you. You want me to bring chocolate, don't you? "
"Indeed. "
"Alright, I will. As long as I get to stay the night.
"You shall. " With that, Bastet departed into the palace.

When the sun finally set, Ziyad was released of his kitchen duties. He manage to sneak a huge piece of chocolate up into the palace. Bastet had asked one of the palace guards to direct Ziyad to his room, which they did. Bastet thanked the guards for bring Ziyad to his room and he closed the curtain door. Bastet, who had took off his head piece revealing a bald head, looked down at Ziyad with a smile. "Did you bring it? "
"I did. " Ziyad looked at Bastet's growing midsection. "But I would like to talk to you."
"Of course. " Bastet took a seat on chair covered by a piece of camel fur. Ziyad walked over to Bastet. "Have you, noticed, anything different about you? "
"Different? How? "
Ziyad sat slightly on top of Bastet in his chair. "You're appearance. "
"My appearance? You mean I'm not wearing my head piece. "
"No, down here." Ziyad placed his hand on the rounded midsection on Bastet. Bastet looked down at his swollen stomach. His eyes widened as he placed a hand on it. "I didn't notice, how embarrassing. "
"No. " Ziyad replied, pulling out his chocolate and breaking off a piece for Bastet. Bastet opened his mouth for it and Ziyad placed it in his mouth. "It's attractive." Bastet let out a small "Mmm. " as he looked at Ziyad. "But, why. Why have you fed me these and not say anything about my stomach. Because you think it's attractive? "
"Silly you. Think of it. You're name is Bastet, ones who eats. And I am Ziyad, one who adds. And I am adding weight to you, for I feel like I have to. " Ziyad responded, feeding Bastet more of the chocolate.

"I don't understand. This sweet has made me grow? "
"You've never had any sweets. This is why you're growing. Your body does not know how to dispose all of it. "
"I see. " Bastet ate another piece of the chocolate as Ziyad rubbed his stomach. Bastet purred in affection, slowly arousing with all of the sensation. Bastet remained silent as Ziyad fed him the remainder of the chocolate.

Later into the hour, Bastet finished all of the chocolate that Ziyad had brought to him that night. "Thank you, Ziyad. " He said, letting out a small belch. Chocolate was smudged on the side of his lips. "You're welcome, Bastet. " Ziyad replied, licking the remaining chocolate off of Bastet's face.

Later the two of them would make love before going to bed. Ziyad continued to make chocolate for Bastet as he watched over him during the day. Soon, Bastet was relocated to a different part of the kingdom, separating the two. Still, Ziyad made the chocolate and had a messenger send it to Bastet. Whither it reached him or not, he never knew.

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Here I used a baby name site to find the names and meanings. Bastet actually mean eat in the girl form, but I switched it for this story.

Used this picture to describe Bastet:http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/11/15/egypt_narrowweb__300x392,0.jpg

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What's in a Man - chpt. 1

There he was, changing in the boys locker room after a late practice for the wrestling team. His body was lightly colored and his head messed with brown waves. He was one of the strongest wrestlers on the team but his strength came with a small price. A small bulge underneath his chest could be easily seen against the nice tone of the rest of his body. A though slightly bothered by it, he tended not to care too much about it.

In nothing but his light lavender boxers now, he heard a door close not that far from him. Walking in was his coach, who spotted the boy and changed his direction towards him. "Staying late again, Justin?"
"Sure am, Coach. We have that big tournament coming up in three weeks."
"Ah. Training the ol' gut I see, too." Coach joked, placing his hand Justin's pudge gently and giving it a slight jiggle. The sensation of his stomach being touched made Justin's genitals twitch as he let out a small chuckle.
"Yup, it's still there after all of this training."
"Well, don't worry about it. We need your strength, not your appearance. No offense."
'None taken."
"In my opinion, a gut suits a man, especially one like you."

Justin, now slightly blushing, replied, "Well, glad you like it."
Coach laughed. "Well, you best get going, I have to lock up soon. "
"Alright, Coach." Justin replied while pulling his his jeans. Coach walked out of the locker room waving good-bye at Justin. Justin looked down at his small pudge. He shook his head and threw on his sweater and slamed the locker shut. He was on his way home now.

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