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Coached

Chapter 3

Winter break was the perfect opportunity to make Coach proud, and as Axel entered his hometown he sure didn’t appear much different from when he left, with his extra poundage snugly hidden under his winter layers, but from the moment he sat down for dinner both his parents were left in grasp at their son's new diet. Even Axel was shocked by how much he was eating, a second plate at dinner quickly became the norm and dessert was a rush at the table to get a piece before Axel devoured it all.

But when Axel told his blue-collar dad that he had been placed on the wrestling team, he was over the moon but no one seemed happier than his mum. For years she had been bugging her son to eat and had nearly made herself sick worrying over Axel not eating enough at college but now with her son returned with a seemingly relentless appetite she couldn’t be more glad. Especially over the holiday season, Axel became her taste taster for all her culinary projects.

Needless to say, Axel wasn’t going hungry over the holidays, in fact remembering Coach’s orders he made sure his stomach never grumbled and his hands were never empty. After his term of uncontrolled drinking and partying, this was the perfect rest bite for him to bulk up for the new term. He would spend his entire day plopped down on the couch scrolling through the channels while his mum made sure he always had something to graze on - his favourite was bringing her double chocolate cookies which he absent-mindedly picked at until all that was left were mere crumbs. It certainly beat being out in the cold running, he thought waiting for his dad to return from work and their daily baragement of beers to begin as they watched the game.

“Why Axel, I don’t think I've ever seen you eat this much in one go’ His dad laughed on Christmas Day as Axel cleaned his third plate.

‘You better be careful - you don’t want to end up with this old gut’ His dad went on slapping his round gut.

“Nonsense Earl, if my son is going to be out there wrestling with men of all sorts he needs all the meats he can get’ His mum said comically slapping his dad on the head as she returned from the kitchen with even more food.

“Dad don’t’ he paused reaching over to get another piece of turkey ‘worry, I’m just following Coach’s order’ Axel finished as he piled his plate high with mashed potatoes and gravy.

By the time January arrived, no one was surprised when the Christmas expenses had gone up this year, and it was easy to see where all the money went, as Axel snored in the living room sleeping off a food coma - his bloated stomach peeping out from under his clothes.

“Mum why do we have to go clothes shopping’ Axel moaned pushing about the trolley.

“Huh, hon, just future proofing’ His mum responded reaching into the New Year's sales to eying up some larger clothes for her growing son.

It wasn’t long till Axel was getting ready to head back, and he knew Coach was certainly not going to be disappointed, eating all break meant he had certainly packed on some holiday pounds. Slapping his soft belly, he couldn’t believe he used to have abs there as he stoked his curved gut. As fixed his suffocating briefs he hated to admit it but he needed a bigger size up, his underwear was tight around him and he couldn't deny the small tears he was seeing in them, his old jeans were far out of the question. Looking in the mirror it was obvious why his old clothes were fit for his trim running bod and was struggling to catch up with his plumper self, the biggest challenge was change was of course his belly, it was growing in all directions thickening him up as pinched the wad of fat that was developing all around him. Axel couldn’t help but he turned as he imagined how proud Coach was going to be when he saw him. Bending over the large tearing sound he heard signalled that his underwear had finally called it quits, and his fat arse was the only thing that was growing as pre-cum filled the front of them.

Waving bye to his parents and promising to stay in contact, the well-fed Axel couldn’t wait to see the looks on everyone’s faces when they saw him back bigger.

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“Woah looks like someone had a happy holiday;

“Nice Axel, wanna hit the new buffet later

“Well, looks like pretty boy finally got the memo’ chuckled Jake towering over Axel in the corridor, sporting his small holiday weight sneaking through his vest

“Yep this is some nice grade fat you’ve got there’ He went on grabbing Axel’s new belly and jiggling - a new feeling for him and his dick.

“Looks like you finally looking like one of us huh’ he said “Coach is going to be proud’ he finished leaving Axel standing there holding his belly hoping his premium wasn’t showing.

Axel didn’t hesitate to jump straight back into the wrestling lifestyle, sure he missed cracking beers back with his dad and his mom’s homemade cooking but nothing could beat the week of violent drinking the wrestlers threw to celebrate before Coach returned. It seemed like everyone was enjoying Axel finally packing on some and becoming one of the lads. Even Tony took him out to eat, but this had been becoming one of their normal activities so it was hard to tell if it was to celebrate or not.

“Damn I remember when my gut was that size’ laughed Tony as the pair of them were getting changed one day

Axel didn’t know whether Tony was joking or not though, the idea of Tony ever being his size was crazy.

“Yh it suits ya, There won’t be no time at all till you one of us’ he finished.

As Tony’s Loud snores filled the room, Axel was up all night feeling his growing body imagining it bigger and bigger, the entire week the guys had been bringing up his new addition, Axel hadn’t even noticed it sneaking up on him, but now it was all he could think about. His entire life he had had a flat 6 Pac but now he was sporting what the lads were calling a starter gut, and it was stealing his attention. He couldn’t get enough of exploring it and prodding its softness, especially after Jake grabbed it the other day - was it really that noticeable? He could barely see it when he was clothed but the guys easily picked up on it, feeling it now its warm soft doughness it seemed unstoppable, spreading over his body but before he knew it a hunger grumble came out of it, and as if he was under a spell he got up absent-mindley to sought out food to feed it

“Why, Why, Why, looks like someone’s been sticking to my regime’ Coach said beaming with joy as Axel entered

“195lbs’

“34inch waist’

“110 horse”

“What you spend all you holiday doing - eating, well it sure damn looks like it.

Axel didn’t know whether to blush or be ashamed so he stuck in silence

“I'm just kidding Davidson, I’ve been told my jokes don’t do so well Coach continued sternly

‘No this is what I would like to see’ he said pinching Axel with a calliper to pull out the extra fat

“But still you're just shy of our starting weight, so you better give stuffing your face with whatever you doing Davidson we’ve still got some work to do

Axel couldn’t believe it he had stuffed himself blind and still it hadn’t been enough, but he could tell from the look on Coach’s face he certainly wasn’t disappointed

‘And Davidson, here’s your new timetable’ Coach said as Axel made his way out of the doors “Got some one on one session with me - we’ve got to start turning that fat into the muscle you hear … ’

But Axel didn’t care what followed all he heard was more one one-on-one with Coach and he was hooked

As the Spring term commenced, Axel found himself spending nearly every hour of the day with the rest of the team, he gamed with them, he drank with them and most frequently he ate with them by the time February arrived the only thing he didn’t do was train with them. That was left for his one-on-one sessions with Coach, on their first session he eagerly bee-lined to the weights before being smoothly guided away to the mats by Coach where instead he spent his time learning basic manoeuvres and mainly building a centre of gravity as Coach put, which was just a fancy word for squats. Axel couldn’t complain tho the moment he felt Coach’s strong arms on him he was in 7 heaven praying his erection was hidden. He always left a session with a shake in one hand and a not-so-hidden semi in his pants.

What had started over winter with ice-cream tubs being licked clean, dinner plates towering and a relentless appetite only expanded as the college rolled on, blindly goaded on the team. At every angle of his life food was being shoved in front of him, and Axel happily ate it all up after all as the week passed he was seeing the results. At the start of the year, he had been a stick compared to the rest of the team but now Axel was proudly entering chubster territory. His beginner belly bloomed into a proper gut, rounding out his frame, his pecs had puffed out, pushing his nipples apart as they started to sag under their fat. Every day he could feel his underwear growing tighter and together as his bum was expanding exponentially. When Coach read the scale past 200 he couldn’t contain his glee, this was it he was finally beefing up and it seemed like Coach couldn’t either, treating Axel to an included meal stacked high with pasta and meat and finishing it up with a triple-decker chocolate cake. But even after 4 courses of food Axel kept eating, sitting in front of him was a man who could turn him on with just a look and here was watching Axel stuff his face high, while he kept ordering a bottle of wine.

‘Kid, you put in some in a good shift today’ Coach said once the bill had been paid for, Axel couldn’t see but the length alone let him know it wasn’t cheap.

“Thanks, Coach, Burrrppppp’, Axel couldn’t keep it all, especially after the second bottle of wine, it was as if he was filled with gas

“Please Davidson, call me Creed’ Coach chuckled slapping Axel on the back to relieve more gas.

His touch alone, sent blood straight to Axel’s cock, thankfully under the cover of darkness Axel's secret was hidden, especially with how his too-tight dress pants were definitely not able to conceal his erection. Matter of fact everything he was wearing was too tight, even the shirt his mother had newly brought him was struggling to contain his bloated gut, with gaps of his flesh poking out between the buttons.

As the two stood there in an awkward silence, their age gap of 30 years not filling the gap, it was Coach who finally broke the silence.

“Say Davidson, I didn’t even get to ordering any dessert before the kitchen closed, and you know as well as me that no meal is complete without dessert!”

‘Yes coach, .. I mean Creed’

“Just what I thought Davidson, follow on’

Axel was so pleased to just follow Coach’s words blindly, as he followed him into the night. Sitting in Coach’s red Corvette the wind in his hair whipping away the sweat from his forehead from dinner, Axel was happily stuffed full and was enjoying being all to seeing Coach Creed up close as the night rolled past them, wearing a back tailored suit, Axel didn’t even think it was possible but Coach looked even dreamy than before. From his salt-and-pepper black haircut short that matched his suit to his chest hairs poking out above his dress shirt, the man knew what looked good. This thought was hammered down when they arrived at Coach’s house, secluded away from the main road and surrounded by miles of green twilight fields, the midcentury house stood out amongst its black backgrounds, even drunker now than he was at the restaurant Axel blindly tried to take it all in as Creed led him in through the large glass front doors.

‘Davidson just wait there a moment while I get ready’ Coach said as he disappeared into the many doors of his hallway leaving Axel to sit on what he could only presume was a very expensive comfortable couch. Taking in his surroundings, Axel wasn’t surprised to find that just like his office back at college Coach’s walls were littered with trophies and medals celebrating his very successful wrestler career. As he felt his cock harden under his bloated gut lustfully staring at Coach in his tight wrestler gear the loud voice of Coach calling for him broke the silence.

“Davidson you can come in now.

Breaking his trance, Axel walked though the same doors Coach had once disappeared into, entering a very sleek wooden dining room lit warmly overlooking the mountains. But despite the scenic view just beyond the glass, Axel's mind was instead drawn to the plethora of cakes and deserts that adorned the oak dining table.

“Well Davidson what are you waiting for, go on EAT up!!!” Coach chuckled seeing Axel's drunken trance

And Axel did just that, he didn’t know what came over him but like a pig he was grabbing plates left right and centre, chocolates eclairs stuffed straight down, slices of cheesecakes grabbed and gobbled down, big spoonfuls of ice cream swallowed up. All under the watchful eye of Coach who now stood watching the whole scene, as Axel reached over his gut pressing against the wooden table reaching for more and more deserts. With the empty mountains in the background, it was just them for a miles around, as Axel ravishingly filled his mouth thinking only about food and Coach’s intangible presence in the room.

“Atta boy, Axel I knew you still had some space in there

Coach goaded him on, as Axel slowed down weighed down by all he stuffed into himself that night, his suit tight around him covered and smeared with creams and chocolate sauces.

‘Why Davidson it looks like you’ve only got one cake left’

Coach said, as Axel had slowed to a halt, wheezing for air too stuffed to even think straight, all that was left on the table of empty dishes was a slice of Triple Layer double creamy chocolate cake calling out to him just out or reach, but as he struggled to hoist himself up in his chair and reach over to grab it, he couldn’t move a muscle glued down by his gluttony, anchored to the chair.

“Here Davidson let me ’, Coach responded upon seeing Axel’s failed attempt to finish, expecting Coach to just hand him the cake instead he was met with the warm strong hands of Coach tugging at his suit, slowly Coach removed and folded his suit jacked smeared in chocolate, delicately he turned Axel’s chairs around as he unbuttoned his taut dress shirt, letting Axels gut free from its buttoned prison as it bellowed out for air. And finally, he tugged at his dress pants leaving Axel in the complete nude. All 200lbs of him on display, from every pink stretch mark to roll of fat that had rapidly adorned his body since college had started, a once powerful lither runner now a chubby bloated mess covered in chocolate.

“There that should be more comfortable’ Coach finished finally passing him the cake

Axel couldn’t believe it, here he was sat there naked under Coach’s impressive frame who was now hovering the most appetising cake he had seen just in front of his head. But his arms were too weak, too fatigued from his abhorrent display of greed that night, he just couldn’t muster them to lift themselves up, all while Coach stood over him watching.

So Axel decide to finally use that head of his, as he lunged forward, biting down on the cake. Bite after chocolatey bite, till all that was left was a small bite just out of reach of his hungry mouth, looking up at the imposing frame that was Coach, not a word was uttered as Coach reached done and stuffed his mouth with the last remaining bite, leaving his fingers in Axel’s mouth waiting to be licked clean.

“That’s right Davison - I gonna make you the biggest wrestler the world has ever seen’ Coach said retracting his clean fingers form Axel’s mouth

But it was all too much for Axel who had since lost control, as he felt his dick explode, the cum painting the underside of his gut, leaving the hot mess leaking out onto his fat as he whimpered out a moan - all while Coach had stood there smirking down onto him.

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Coached

Chapter 2

“Come on DAVIDSON !!! - get that down you!! - what are you some sort of FAIRY!!’

Axel just didn’t know if he could stomach it, this was his 3rd shake of the day but with Coach on the edge of bursting a blood vessel he knew he had it in him to finish the thick creamy shake

Burp - he finally let out, downing it

‘Attaboy, now you are finally making some real progress’

Since their original meeting, these shakes had become a proper stable of Axel's day, 3 times a day he reported straight to Coach’s office and wasn’t allowed to leave till there wasn’t a drop left, but he wasn’t complaining, those shakes were delicious - and he certainly wasn’t minding all the extra one and one time he was getting with Coach. It was just as he adjusted to his new routine, he was slowly finding it difficult to adjust to all the extra food he was expected to be eating.

In particular, it was his ‘Gym’ sessions that were really pushing him over the edge. In his first session, Coach had thrown him into the ring resulting in him facing the humiliation of being pinned down by everyone on the team, barely lasting even 10 seconds in most cases. Even Axel could tell at his current size he was wasting everyone's time, and should just quit while he still had some dignity. But Coach was persistent, deciding that instead Axel’s Gym sessions were better used to putting some more meat on his bones, labelling him too fragile to even practice on. So instead as the rest of the team went down to the gym to practice Axel headed to Coach’s office were an assortment of foods were waiting for him. Somedays it was hot deep dish pizzas others it was a couple dozen fresh glazed doughnuts, all he knew was that an ear full was waiting for him if the plates weren’t spotless by the time Coach was back.

A day didn’t go by where Axel didn’t feel like he was eating way past his limit, not helped by his amended timetable with lunch with the wrestling team who always filled their lunch trays high with whatever grub was being served. There was a park mentality about it, a half-empty tray was a sign of weakness, Axel often found himself having to sneak food onto Tony's tray when no one was looking. It wasn't just his timetable he had to adapt to but even his own body clock, for years he woke up at 6 am ready to run but now when he woke up in the dark mornings eager to face the elements and hit the track. Coach's unfaltering voice echoed in his ears calling him a pansy and beckoning him to eat whatever he could get his hands on. This fight within him thundered on throughout the day, the call to run with his old team and feel the cold wind on his face. With the only remedy being to bee-line to the canteen and stuff himself too full to even think about running, these first couple of weeks were proving harder than he expected it to be, all of the endless eating was leaving him with a constant feeling of bloatedness.

Rubbing his stomach now as he licked the remnants of Coach’s shake he felt it again, his skin taut as it curved outwards, stretched to its maximum. His stomach full to the max, with a wave of lethargy imminent, How long could he keep going like this ?, it was throwing him off balance. By the end of the day he couldn’t muster the energy to go out with his friends instead needed to lie down and recovery from the day of eating, being forced to hang out with Tony - who happily laughed at his tiny minuscule bloat.

And as October rolled past, it seemed that Coach was not letting up and neither was the food, the track runner found himself eating more food than he thought was even possible. Sure his old runner's lifestyle cooked up a big diet but this wrestling regime was on another level, and when Axel tapped out passing his food to Tony the scoffs from his team members were not well hidden. Even Axel knew he was quickly being labelled as the runt of the group knowing that until he properly ate with the gusto of his peers he was never going to be let into their ranks. And he just didn't know how long he could take all the name-calling and sighs when he entered the room, luckily for him Tony told him he had one last opportunity to get in everyone's good books

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It had been a tradition that went on longer than anybody knew, all the Wrestlers treated it like martial law, with it being strictly guarded by Captain Jake and the upperclassmen Mike and Rodrigo. Each year on Halloween, the new recruits had to face a gruesome day filled with beer kegs, endless wrestling and stacks upon stacks of pizza, all culminating in a final wrestling match watched on by the entire team. Quitting was not an option and with a tradition so sacred no-one was exempt from it, but this damned reputation wasn’t going to phase Axel, he was dead-set on finally getting in with the rest of the team and this was his final opportunity

In the early morning, before the sun had even broken the night sky, the piercing sound of air horns filled the halls, waking Axel up to meet the masked figures that were looming over his bed. Before he could even let out a cry, it all went black as a covering was pulled over his head and he felt himself being manhandled out of his room and into the abyss. The leather straps were tight around his wrists as he felt himself being tied down and gagged, finally when he felt he couldn’t even move an inch, his head covering was yanked off leaving him to take in his view. To his sides were the other squirming pledges in what could only be an abandoned warehouse off campus, but it was the view in front of him that really sent shivers down his spine.

‘Greeting Pledges Welcome to your initiation !!’ bellowed Jake flanked on either side by Mike and Rodrigo, this whole situation wasn’t helped by how handsome his captives were. Jake with his blond hair and strong wrestling frame was easily one of the most good-looking people Axel and ever seen, not to forget the other upperclassmen. The trio towered over the team with bodies bulging with muscle and strength, no one on campus was didn’t know their names or was dumb enough to get in their bad books.

“Laid ahead of you is a day none of you will ever forgot quickly, you dare to enter our team runts but we’re going to turn you into men - Boys lets start!!’ and with that the games begin.

True to its reputation the day that followed was one of the most gruesome days Axel had ever faced, he last track of all the beers that were cramped down his throat or the hands that slapped him as he was passed around from course to course. Each game was ruthless, some had pledges blinded, others tied to each other running around in circles following Jake's unflinching orders. Axel had no concept of time all he knew was that he had to do what he was told or face the consequences, the scream one pledge gave out when he found on the other end of a BB gun was enough enforcement alone. But as the day wore on it wasn’t just the beer that was weighing him down, it was the food, massive portions were placed in front of them and expected to be finished. Sure he could devour one pizza in a go but the countless others were hell to get through. He found out in the worst way earlier that any leftovers were worthy of a shot - a painful mistake he vowed to never make again as he rubbed his sore arm, leaving him powering through slice after slice cramping them down even while his stomach protested and he could feel the sick in the back of his throat. It took time but soon the other pledges were starting to drop like flies, but not Axel - he was determined, with every beer he downed and pizza devoured, Coach’s stern voice in one ear and Jake's cruel one in the other, they powered him through, leaving his captives surprised as he clung on, challenge after challenge.

“Looks like pretty boy, finally had too much to eat’ Jake laughed in his ear as Axel collapsed after finishing his final hotdog

‘Looking pretty stuffed there aren’t you’ Jake went on stroking Axel’s distended stomach with his foot

‘No one would be surprised if you gave up now - we all know you not manly enough to continue’ he whispered in his ear crouching over him

Hearing the sound of his captain only expecting failure of him, Axel knew he couldn’t give up without a fight this was his last shot of any respect on his team, NO, he could do this. Staggering upwards, he demanded a beer to wash down the hotdog, finishing it off with a powerful beer - He was ready.

‘Woah looks like pretty boy finally grew a pair’ Jake laughed as he commenced the final game

Axel didn’t know why or how but he was determined to finish victorious and no beer or slice of pizza was going to stop him.

This was it, the final match, Axel had made it, although he was entering it in the worst state possible, bloated and burping he stepped into the ring ready for the final challenge. Too drunk to even think straight all Axel knew was that he had to pin down his opponent, and though his gait was staggered and his vision blurry when the gun was fired it was like a force overtook him and nothing was going to stop him. Axel felt like a bear when he grabbed the pledge and finally finished the day. Sure he stumbled and burped more than he should have but when he got on top of his opponent and pinned him down under his body weight, he felt more like a man than he ever had in his entire life

‘And it looks likes We have a winner’ Shouted Jake, running into the circle to pull a drunken Axel of the pledge

“Welcome the the team Axel” Jake whispered in his team as the rest of the team swarmed him to celebrate

When the clock chimed 00:00 for November it was like a switch had been flipped, the gruesome Halloween trials had proved his worth to them and earned their respect. No more were their awkward silences or hidden whispers, No on all levels he was one of them, and it didn’t help either that since Halloween the intangible threshold of his stomach had seemingly been pushed to its limit and broken. After that day even Axel was surprised as he finished his plates and licked up the crumbs, piling the leftovers onto Tony’s plate was gone and he even found himself going up for extras much to the joy of the the rest of the team. As November flew past, Axel found himself fully merging with the team, going out to all the keg parties in the woods even spending his evenings with them gaming in the dorms chucking back beers and ordering takeout. He was living the proper wrestling life and he was loving it being treated like one of the boys on campus was like a reward that never stopped. The best part of his newfound kinship with the team was that it was going hand in hand with Coach’s plan, he was finishing shakes and Gym sessions with ease, and it was all having a knock-on effect with each other, the more he hung out with the wrestlers the more he found himself wanting to eat, the more he ate the more he was hanging out with the wrestlers, it was perfect

As Fall turned into Winter, and snow lined the campus Axel was certainly not missing his old running routines, still waking up at 6 am when he saw the frost-lined windows he couldn’t he more happier than lying in and sleeping. Coach was right the more he thought about it wrestling was the sport for men, since Halloween Jake had seemingly taken him under his wing telling him all about his conquests, how he went crazy for girls with big tits and asses and had girls all over campus ready to be plucked. Axel who had only properly come out to Tony couldn’t help but go along with it, he hated how much he enjoyed being one of the lads. Especially with how much fun being on the wrestling team was, he was always chugging back beers with them and cracking crude jokes and the best part was the food. The last couple of months had really cranked up his appetite, pigging out with the guys was daily behaviour, each one showing off how much they could stuff the face with. But of course, no one could match Tony, ‘The boulder’ easily out ate everyone, it was like a competition you didn’t even know you were in, slowly each wrestler tapped out too full to even move but still Tony persisted reaching over for more food. Jake who never showed signs of weakness, always reluctantly found himself having to put down his fork and claim second place . Axel was enamoured by this whole process it was like a mentality engrained into everybody.

“How do you do it’ Axel asked one night once the pair of them were alone in their dorm

“What”

“You know eat so much’

“Huh, sometimes I forgot you’re still a fresh pledge” Tony laughed struggling to lift himself up

“This is just what we do, we wrestlers we need to eat - I mean look at me’

Axel did taken in all of Tonys fat overflowing body as he sat upward in a too small bed.

“It’s just a wrestling thing, a way to really show whose the biggest man around - whose most alpha you know’

The following silence proved otherwise

‘Listen Axel, you’ll get eventually when you finally grow out of that Twink body of yours Ha I made a gay joke right’

Axel couldn’t help but laugh, sure he didn’t know how gay that joke was, but Tony was right until he beefed up a bit he wasn’t going to get it. Sure it had been 3 months under Coach’s regime and he didn’t feel much bigger but he was certain he was on the right track.

“176 pounds, now Davidson this is some real progress

What he only put on just over 10 pounds since he started college thought Axel standing in his underwear, certainly detecting some disappointment in Coach’s voice

‘Davidson wipe that look off your face!!’ Yelled Coach taking in the the first 16 pounds, it had barely put a dent in the boys' running frame, but there were certain giveaways. There was an undeniable curve to his stomach where his abs had once been flat, although that could easily be from the beers Coach smelled on his breath. But with his keen eye Coach could definitely see that fat was lying down its foundation, his ribs were slowly hidden and who could forget the little stretch marks that hid on his thighs. Yes he was right on track he couldn’t lose him now, Coach thought as he felt himself grow hard in his tracksuit

“Don’t go thinking, you not any more of a twig than you were when you first walked through those doors the first day

“Now the holidays are coming up, so YOU BETTER not let these improvements go to waste’

Axel felt a chill down his spine as he put on his clothes

“You better go back to whatever small-town you come from and tell mom and pop that Coach has you on a strict regime’

“Yes Sir!”

“Good - and when I see you after the break only the Good Lord can help you if I don’t see some extra meat on those bones’

Axel could only nod as he turned away from Coach, concealing his boner as he walked out determined not to let Coach down.

And as he left, Coach couldn't help but notice that the boy's butt was definitely rounder in his sweats

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Coached

Chapter 1

‘Davidson a word please !”

What was it this time, Axel was already raking his brain to see what mistake he had made this time, not being the sharpest tool in the shed always led him to situations like this. And as the bustle of the changing rooms slowly died out, Axel knew he couldn’t leave Coach waiting

“Come on Davidson - finished putting on your makeup yet’ Howled Coach from his office

‘No Coach.. I mean .. ’ ah Axel was always a mess when it came to speaking to Coach, sure he certainly fit the All American stereotype which his killer 6 pac and biceps for days but Coach was on whole another level, towering over anyone who dared to stand up to him, the man stood at an imposing 6ft 5 and was jammed tight with muscle earned from his old wrestling years Axel was basically putty in his hands and it especially wasn’t helped by the fact that he was harbouring a schoolboy’s crush on him, but not wanting to keep the man across campus for his bite being worse than his bark so Axel knew that he couldn’t run from this mountain of a man

“Coming Coach’

“Right lets get started’

Sitting in Coach’s office Axel felt like he was straight back in high school, designed to the last detail to make its guest feel uneasy - Coach’s office was no easy place to be. Shelves filled high with trophies and medals, and walls littered with pictures from Coach’s own wrestling days and the varies teams he was in charge of over the college, one knew that Coach Creed was not one to mess around with

Axel could trace Coach’s entire life through those walls, from a young wrestler no bigger than he was, to his old college team and finally to a buff muscular man winning accolades easily late into his 40s. All resulting in the 50 year old man sporting silver hairs and bulging veiny muscles sat before him.

“Now I hate to the bearer of bad news, but Axel those no other way to put this … you simply are just not fast enough for track’

What !!!!, the heavy weight of all the gym equipment couldn’t to compare to weight that was being onto dropped Axel’s shoulders, he was speechless

“I’ve been looking over your times on the track, and its just not good enough’

“Butt..Bu…’ His defence couldn’t even leave his mouth before Coach’s hand signalled for his silence. And with the ferocity of a bull with its eyes set on its target Coach plowed straight through, dismantling Axels dreams on the side

“To be honest this colleges track team isn’t going anyway fast enough .. ha ha’ he paused laughing at his own joke “ And the team we’ve got is just outside your body potential’

He gestured, pulling the noose tighter and tighter around’s Axels neck leaving Axel frozen in his seat

“But I hate to see such wasted potential So…’ he stalled, eyeing up Axel sternly ‘ Axel isn’t ? consider this your lucky day cus theres an opening on my Wrestling team, sure its a bit different from running around in the same circle all day every day, but this is a sport for Men!!’

He let that last sentence ruminate, his powerful voice echoing around the room

’Now Davidson ask yourself, when you tell your kids about you wild college days do you think they gonna to care about how daddy ran around chasing his tail all day or more likely how Dad wrestled with men and triumphed’

All Axel could do was feebly nod his head to scared to even make a peep

‘Exactly Davidson you get it, now to be honest you ate on the small side .. ain’t you ’ ( It was like the noose reappeared only tighter), “But I am happy to take you under my wing and make a worthwhile man out you”

What could he say, he certainly couldn’t see himself standing up to Coach but this was his live he had to put up a fight

“I..”

“And before you say anything just know that, that spot you might see yourself clinging onto on the track team is long gone , its Zero! Nada! we’ve got a faster kid already lined up for it’

Throwing a whimpering dog a bone Coach buckled down again

'So its either wrestling or nothing, you can kiss the scholarship of yours goodbye and especially your social ‘credit’ on campus - what you say’

And with his cards already played for him Axel knew he couldn’t run from this, all he had left to do was nod his head as Coach happily showed him where to sign on the papers and then showed him out, patting him on his firm buttocks as he slammed the door behind him

The walk back to his dorm seemed like it could go on forever, Axel felt like he had just finally settled in, his classes were going okay, his dorm mate was great and not to mention that the gay culture had easily let another good looking lad like himself into their ranks. This was the first real opposition he could even remember, all his life he could coast by on track and his looks and now Coach Creed was ripping it away from him with the ease of a man stepping on a bug.

Sure he should have put up a fight but when he got back to his dorm and his RA informed him of his notice, telling him he had a day to pack and move he knew that there was probably very little he could have even done.

The weekend ahead was jammed back to front, first after moving out and saying his departure to Jake his now old new roommate, he had the task of moving into the wrestling dorm. Being the last to move in and by far the lowest member in the wrestling hierarchy he wasn’t given much say about his roommate - who had been given the non-imposing name of ‘The Boulder’ Stepping into his new room it was easy to see why the rest of the team had landed on this nickname, Tony ‘ aka the Boulder’ was easily the largest wrestler or even man properly on campus. Compared to Axel’s trim muscular frame Tony was a behemoth, standing at must have only been 5ft 9 what Tony lacked in height he made up for in size, he barely fit unto his double bed let alone their doorway. Wrestling had given Tony a strong muscular body with arms the size of tree trunks and thighs that could break bricks but his apparent gluttonous diet paved the way for his fat boy gut and rolls upon rolls of fat. Despite his impressive size and importance on the team even Axel could see why this was the least desirable roommate, from the floor littered with candy packages, the smell of old takeout and Tony’s easily explained laziness leaving the room looking more like a pig sty, Axel’s new roommate was definitely going to take some adjusting to

It wasn’t just to the ‘The boulder’ that Axel easily stood out too, it was the entire team, sure Axel certainly wasn’t a stick with his firm pecs and his muscles for days but the rest of the team was just in a whole different arena. Most of them were Axels ages some a little older but they all looked like proper men, each one beefier than the next, packed high with body hair and muscle. And they behaved just like proper men too, when they weren’t training they were sparring with other, playing the latest video games cracking beers and even watching pornos out in the open. Not to mention their limitless appetites fuelled by their wrestling led them to be constantly be grazing on takeout and various meats. Finishing them all off with round stomachs and fuller frames all over. But too Axels surpise it seemed that the boys had gladly taken him in - even going as far to nickname him ‘Pretty boy’ already, it wasn’t till later as Tony plowed straight through a large dominoes pizzas he learnt their real intention. And as he struggled to fall asleep in his new room that was filled with Tony’s loud snoring or the greasy smell of the empty takeout boxes, Axel couldn’t help himself but be a bit giddy thinking about what the next year under Coach’s ‘wings’ would grow into

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“Now Davidson to put this simply there just isn’t enough of you is there’

Standing in his briefs as Coach took his necessary measurements, Axel couldn’t help but feel a tad bit vulnerable sure he had a great muscular boy that people would line up to get with but as Coach noted his findings

'28 inch waist’

'160 lbs’

“90inch torso”

The sound of disappointment that followed each taking was enough to silence him

‘If I played you in your current state, I’m pretty sure a middle scholar could snap you in halve you twig, now you wouldn’t want that would you’ he paused as if waiting for an answer, all Axel could do was nod sheepishly as Coach continued with his tangent

“Exactly Davidson - not to mention the embarrassment you would probably face compared to the rest of my team they would spit you out for starters’ Coach went on “No we can’t have that now can we, So don’t your worry a pretty little hair on you head’

Coach said grabbing Axel’s chin and pushing his head side to side leaving a definite pause in the air

“Coach won’t have that’ he said to himself breaking the silence in a hush tone

“We’ll get some meat on those bones of yours in on time”

As the meeting continued and Axel found that Coach’s style of conversation was more like a series of instructions belted out to him, which he was expected to follow with no hesitation, this was something he was happy to do. He loved not having to use his own brain for anything and following Coach’s instructions left little room for error

“Now dress up and sit down we’ve got some serious work to start Davidson’

“Look this isn’t going to be easy - but its a good thing you’ve got the best coach this side of the Mississippi on you side’ Coach’s southern thang always found a way to jump out

“First things first before I get you out there on the ring - I’m gonna to have to get you into fighting state - and from the looks of things I’ve got a lot of work to do - haven’t’

Axel thought it was best to just keep nodding his head in ever pause, too clueless to really contribute anything

“Right you get it Davidson, I’m going to have to put you on a little bulk - well not so little I guess’ laughed Coach

“You’re gonna get Coach’s special Bulk up plan, the very same one that got me from looking like a pipsqueak like yourself into the man you see before yourself’ making a note to draw attention to his own impressive frame by flexing his giant arms

Axel hated how turned on all this Man spreading was turning him on

“I own you now, everything you do, say and eat MUST be exactly to my orders even to the last crumb - have made myself clear DAVIDSON !!’ raising his voice to pin the point down

All Axel could do was simply nod his square head up and down to scared and even more so turned on by Coach rage

“Exactly, now first thing out you gonna do is throw out those little girls running shoes - ain’t going to be doing much of that anymore’ Pausing to let Axel quickly take off his shoes , and chucking them in the bin behind his desk

‘I making a man not a feeble little mouse - ain’t I Davidson”

Allowing time for Axel to nod as his wriggled his unhoused feet Coach went on

“No more training, no more cardio you can’t forgot all of that instead..” He said getting up and retrieving something

“You’re going to be drinking these’

Handing Axel the largest shake he had ever seen

‘What you doing staring at it - I SAID DRINK UP - didn’t I’

Seeing Coach’s veins in his head, Axel quickly grabbed the shake and started gulping it down, and it wasn’t hard too - it was delicious. Creamy and Chocolatey he gulped it down the fastest he could, even more turned than before.

“Ah I see you like it - its Coach’s top secret recipe, Don’t go spreading it around will you now Davidson ?’

Too sacred to even nod Axel just kept drinking it the faster and faster only pausing to let out burps of the delicious concoction

“Attaboy you’re even sounding like a man already, there’s going to be a lot more of that now, 3 of those a day or everywhere you feel like putting those gay little running shoes on - you hear and I BETTER not see you wasting any of that ’

Gulp, Axel made sure to finish the very last remnants, licking his lips free of the delicious substance in order to show Coach’s an empty cup

“That’s more like it, now here’s your amended timetable’

Handing it over, Axel was surprised to really see how much Coach power really had at this college, apart from his main Business’s classes nothing remained all instead replaced with gym session and hours tabled sport, even his lunch had been upgraded to 3 hours and he was happy to see even more free time

“Like the changes huh Davidson’ Coach said spying Axels prying smile

“Don’t get any ideas, each one of those gym sessions are mandatory , DON’T EVEN DARE go skipping out on me now and in those free times you going to be under close eye - you hear !!”

“Yes Coach” Axel let out, not knowing where it came from

“Now with that all worked out’ Coach said putting on a smile himself ‘you’ll be pleased to know you’ve joined us just in time for photos - now scram’

And with that Axel grabbed his bag, quickly fixed his boner and left, happy to know Coach’s orders for him.

Returning to the changing team the rest of the team were eagerly waiting to pounce - “Look who it is ,Pretty boy’s back form his private session’ followed by the subsequent wooing and towel slaps as a blushing Axel made his way to Tony who was waiting with his new wrestling singlet

“Forgot them” Pausing to take chunks out of a giant chocolate bar “They grow out of’ Bite .. ‘your just fresh meat’ Tony said in-between bites, handing over his singlet

Trying it on, it was loose all over, Axel was practically swimming in it, asking Tony to read the label on the back in disbelief

“XS, hey no pressure we just run a bit big here in wrestling’ Tony responded slapping his overflowing gut which wobbled and jiggled under his fat hand

But this didn't help Axel, when the words XS left his lips Axel couldn’t help but be shocked, Coach was right he was just a pipsqueak. Looking around all the other men filled their singlets nicely, showing off their round glutes and filled pecs, he looked like a stick in his, compared to them . His pecs barely touched the straps not to mention the excess fabric around his thighs that piled up. Looking over at Tony he seemed to be having the opposite problem, all though his muscular arms and imposing gait was clearly on display, the real star of the show was his fat gut that easily pushed the fabric to its limited, refusing to be contained and flowing over the singlet hiding it from vision. Surrounded by all the other wrestlers Axel looked borderline anorexic, nobody had ever made him feel so small all the guys he had go out always compliment his body but that was in the past, even Axel knew that if he was to survive on the team some change were going to have to made

‘Ah don’t worry about them Axel, when Coach has his way with you will be filling out that singlet of yours in no time, not lets get moving’ Tony finished gobbling up the rest of the chocolate bar

When the photograph came out, it don’t take Axel long to see he stood out like a sour thumb not being helped by being next to Tony’s giant self. Where he had abs the rest of them had thick muscle guts, his toned trim legs were their muscular beefy thighs, he looked like a boy next to men, even with his American good-looks and chiselled jaw standing out to their double chin and rounded cheeks, Axel felt pathetic but looking on the bright side as he guzzled down his shake, Coach had stepped in and he was happy to follow all of Coach’s orders to grow into a proper man.

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