SUPER HEAVYWEIGHT CLASS

Illustrated by Warren Davis

Written by ExjockFeeder

 

The Proposition

 

“Man, you gotta be kidding. You’ve spouted off some crazy-assed schemes before, but that one takes the cake. I’m not gonna be anyone’s lab guinea pig.”

 

Joey, the dorm’s resident loud-mouthed jock, reached for his beer as he dismissed Brian’s suggestion. Throwing a hand in a “get out of here” gesture, Joey raised his three-quarter-full stein with the other, draining it in one motion. Closing his eyes tightly and thrusting his square jaw forward, he ripped out a deep belch. Then, with a grunt of relief, he shoved his empty glass into Brian’s chest and directed him to refill it. Brian started to protest.

 

After quietly watching Brian’s failed attempts to make Joey listen, Tony finally broke in.  “Guys guys! Hear him out, Joey. What’s the harm in it?  We test some new food substitute for a few weeks. No biggie, and we might make some good cash. We could use the beer money with all you’re socking away lately.”

 

“Man, I like my chow too much, and this sounds nuts to me anyway.” Joey looked down at his gut as he spoke.

 

 They were an interesting threesome. Joey, Tony and Brian had been roommates since freshman year, despite seemingly little in common and an occasionally off-kilter balance in their interactions. Joey was this huge, swaggering jock, a beefy dark Italian guy with a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. He was built like a tree trunk, framed with broad, round but muscled shoulders, a thick chest, huge beefy arms, and a set of thighs that could hold up a house. His neck was just as muscled, and his square jaw set off a startlingly handsome face. Joey was one hundred percent Italian, with a mop of jet-black hair and deep, alluring eyes that were almost wet looking. Against the smooth, rich tone of his olive skin, Joey’s bright white grin could stop traffic. His smile would qualify as boyish without the tightly shaved goatee that framed it. Joey knew he cut an imposing figure, and his devilish smirk revealed just how proud he was of his size and presence. And no matter how loud or in your face Joey could be, once his smirk broke into a grin, white teeth flashing, he was hard to resist and always got his way.

 

Brain was at the opposite end of the spectrum. He was fit, but was most certainly not a jock. He seemed like a 5’ 8”, 170# pip-squeak next to Joey’s 6’ 3” wall of a build. He was definitely the brightest of the three, a biology student who oscillated between proud intellectual aloofness and awkward attempts to be one of the guys. But when struggling to affect what he secretly considered a somewhat dumb, yo-dude mentality, he tended to just come off as a bird circling a large mass, clumsily vying for some of the attention that naturally fell on Joey. And Joey was always there to throw in a jab, preying on Brian’s self-conscious attempts at a different personality. In the end, the two had somehow always gotten along, though there was definitely a precarious balance to their friendship. Tony always figured it would erupt one day unless he helped diffuse the periodic tension.

 

 

Tony was, in fact, the most to credit for the threesome’s solidarity. Both his personality and physique were dead center between his roommates. It made him a natural counterbalance, so he often ended up mediating. He was also a jock, though with more of a baseball player’s physique compared to Joey’s massive, swaggering football build. And he was most certainly more understated and quiet. But despite Tony’s own relatively calm demeanor, he found Joey’s bravado infinitely amusing. Whereas Brian sometimes made dumb attempts to pull off what only Joey could, Tony would just egg Joey on, sharing in the fun without trying to be the center of attention. He would intervene if Joey ever went too far, but he endorsed the behavior, just toning it down enough when Brian was about to lose it or if Joey was about to get himself in trouble. Of all Joey’s many friends, Tony was the only who managed to influence Joey, and it often pissed Brian off.

 

Joey grumbled at Tony’s intervention and headed for the chair in the corner, one hand on his gut as he nursed another belch to the surface. He’d been gorging on pizza, burgers and beer after beer all weekend, and his gut was definitely starting to edge out to prove it. As he took in short breathes, his only choice given the beer-bloated pressure on his belly at the moment, he snapped back at Brian.

 

“If you’re gonna make me listen to this crazy idea, I’ll need more beer, dork. Keep it moving. Still pretty thirsty here.”

 

Brian scowled as he testily pumped the keg. “Yeah, ‘cause you haven’t put enough beer in that gut already. I think you’ve drained an entire keg single-handedly this weekend. I’m surprised there’s enough left in here to even fill this glass.”

 

Totally ignoring the comment, Joey sank into the beat up recliner. His imposing mass hit the chair with a hard thud. In one motion, he had the chair thrown back and fully horizontal. It was a move he had done often, as evidenced by the grind of the springs and his quick flop into a sprawled position. He spread out in the chair with broad shoulders spanning the entire width of the recliner, legs over the chair arms, head leaning back, eyes shut and mouth pushing out beer-soaked exhales. Taking in one big breath, he firmly grabbed the outer curves of his overfed belly and bounced its now basketball-sized bulge with both hands to let loose a second, wall-shaking belch. With a groan of relief, he folded his thickly muscled arms over his chest, nestling them into where his rounded pecs joined his newly formed gut. The university logo on his T-shirt skipped an inch or two where the top of his gut dipped in to meet the base of his strong chest. It then distorted slightly at the top peak of his belly, curving back to normal proportion as the shirt hugged into his navel. When his arms landed, the bottom of his shirt tugged up a few inches, exposing the bottom arc of the jock’s beer gut.

 

Brian walked over and smacked the refilled beer right on the peak of Joey’s belly.

 

“Oooof. Hey man, easy on this thing. It’s been getting mighty full this weekend. No need to go adding extra pressure.”

 

 

Now Brian’s arms were crossed. “You know, Joey, I’ve watched you put on weight every spring, but this year you’re really outdoing yourself. I’d think that with all you’re eating, you might go for this idea a little more.”

 

Brian was right about Joey’s spring semester gain. It had been a ritual for Joey since freshman year, and this was the third year that Tony and Brian had seen Joey feed himself up. Joey’s running position on the football team kept him trimmer during the fall, so unlike many of his teammates, he always cut a more lean figure through November than he did come April. Joey was certainly never anything other than beefy, but he kept his hearty build to a steady 235 during the fall. But the second the season was over, Joey started ramping up for spring. He wrestled during the next semester, and he always felt more powerful if he added some girth, and he made no secret of liking to eat more. Thanksgiving always served as the official kickoff. By New Year’s, after two holidays at home with his big-eating Italian family, Joey was soon sporting a bulge below his pecs that he proudly paraded around and fed for the rest of the semester. And each year he seemed to edge a little higher up the scale, knowing he would always drop some of the weight once the warm summer weather hit, losing the rest once he started running his ass off for football again in the fall. It was almost as if he tested how big he could get before snapping back to playing weight.

 

Joey actually didn’t gain that much during freshman year. It was more of an accident, the freshman 15. Well, 25. Both he and the wrestling coach discovered that the extra few pounds gave him an edge on the mats, so when Joey showed up for his sophomore season at his fall weight, the coach told him to beef up again. The hearty jock didn’t have to be told twice. He peaked out at 278# before mid-season that year. And for his junior year, after a particularly gut-busting Christmas and two more months of winter eating, he was likely already at record size.

 

“You know, Joey, if you keep it up, you’re not going to be able to yank any of your shirts over that gut of yours. You won’t even be able to move around fast enough to pin a guy at this rate.”

 

Joey sat up enough to scowl at Brian and suck up more beer. His belly pushed a bit higher with his torso’s contraction, edging his shirt up another inch or two as he chugged.

 

Now Tony got into the conversation, though with far less disdain that Brian. In fact, Tony saw it as the opening to check in on his buddy’s progress.

 

“You have managed to edge up to full size pretty quickly, Joe. It’s only February, and you’re looking pretty massive. What’s that gut have you weighin’ these days?”

 

“Dunno. Maybe I’m 260 already.” Joey pushed his belly out, patting it as he guessed at his weight. Brian guffawed loudly.

 

“Ha! 260? There’s no way fatso! Your belly must be bigger than ever. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re fatter than you’ve ever been.”

 

Joey launched out of the chair at Brian with amazing speed for a half-drunk guy of his size. Brian’s eyes bugged as Joey body-slammed him into the wall. Throwing his arms back to lead with his chest and gut, he pressed Brian squarely into the wall, squatting down and then extending his powerful legs to raise Brian’s feet off the floor, grinding him up the wall solely with his gut.

 

 “Who you calling fatso, you puss? I may outweigh your bony ass by a ton, but I’m faster than you’ll ever be and can chase you down if you keep busting my chops.”

 

 

Brian was trying to be nonchalant, but he could barely inhale with the jock’s full weight slammed firmly into him. The more he wriggled, the harder Joey pressed. Brian finally held still, looking right into Joey’s rugged face. Jet black eyes stared back unflinchingly, and Joey leaned even harder to make Brian groan. Brian felt his ribs pressing back into his lungs and started to gasp.

 

“See how this weight helps, buddy boy? My coach likes it, and the guys I wrestle go down easier, so stop giving me shit, okay.” Tony started to call Joey off, so he suddenly stepped back, letting Brain drop. As Brian slid down the wall, his chin bounced on Joey’s gut before his legs crumpled under him. Joey grunted from the impact but gave Brian one more belly bump before he hit the floor. Looking down with a laugh as Brian gasped to catch his breath, the jock turned to search for more food.

 

It took Brian a minute to recover, and that gave Joey time to rummage for more to eat. The room was littered with empty bags from the nearby burger joint and with stacks of pizza boxes from the all night delivery service. Joey opened one box after the other until he found three remaining pizza slices.

 

Joey inhaled the last of the pizza at an amazing rate for a guy whose belly was already overloaded from a weekend of nonstop eating. Joey realized that Tony was watching, seeming impressed that the jock was still putting it away, so he played it up. “Ooooo. That feels goooood.” He looked down as his protruding belly with a visible sense of pride. Putting one meaty hand on the front of his stomach, he slowly puffed his gut out as far is it could go. Patting the top and front of his bulging gut, he moaned. “Mmmmm. Oh yeah. Getting nice and stuffed, but I think I should top it off with a few burritos, finish off the weekend right, hey Tonz?” Tony grinned and shrugged a why not. Brian looked on with characteristic disdain, which was characteristically dismissed by Joey.

 

“Alright Bri.” Joey flashed that killer grin with mock niceness. “This sounds like a BRILLIANT scheme. I’ll hear you out, but it’s gonna be over Mexican, Let’s go.”

 

“You mean to tell me you can even eat another – OUCH!”

Tony punched Brian in the arm to shut him up, whispering, “You wanna end up pressed against the wall again? Jheesh.”

 

 

Soon the threesome was parked at the all night burrito stand. All three had ordered food, but Joey’s share easily covered half of the table. His gut was steadily creeping toward the table edge as he crammed fattening Mexican food into his mouth with unrestrained gusto. He ate as if the twenty-minute drive equated to eight hours of fasting. Both Tony and Brian had finished their orders long ago, but Joey was pushing on, miraculously shoving in a fourth burrito, eyeing the fifth and looking ready to pop at any moment. His shirt wore like a second skin. The logo was now completely distorted, spreading across the top arc of his gut. The hem at the base of his shirt, surrendering under the building pressure of the jock’s hard gut, managed to stay pinned below the firm bulge of his love handles. The fabric, however, just couldn’t reach all the way across his ever-growing belly, and the bottom edge could no longer stretch around the broad middle of the spherical expanse that pushed out from Joey’s torso. The shirt slid up his belly in a trail behind the logo, exposing a good four inches of gut above his navel, wrinkling into folds where his pecs rested and pulling hard down the outer edge of his belly to his sides. Anyone else would have shifted to cover his exposed belly, but Joey just ate on, letting his stuffed gut stick out for everyone to see.

 

 

Talking around giant mouthfuls, he said, “So, you gonna tell me more about this scheme or what?”  Waiting for the full answer, he braced the bottom of his exposed gut with one hand as he reached for that fifth burrito with the other. “Damn, am I getting packed full. One last burrito though. Oooo. Man! Feel this puppy tighten up.” Everyone at nearby tables could hear the thump as he slapped his hand on the exposed flesh. “Bet I can still can get in – oooo – one last – mmmmmm – man, stuffed gut - burrito.” With that, he rammed a third of the last burrito into his wide-open mouth. “Well Bri? Mmphfm. Gonna tell me, or what?”

 

Brian finally got the chance to finish what he tried to start two hours before, so he kept his fatso jabs to himself and started to explain the science department’s experiment.

 

“It’s pretty simple. They want volunteers to test this new food substitute. They’re paying huge money. We sign up, take the stuff for a couple of months, and we get paid bunch of money.”

 

“Food substitute? What the hell is that?” Joey stuck his tongue out to catch the cheese dripping from his burrito, unintentionally making the question comical. Brian managed not to laugh and went on with the explanation.

 

“It’s this food tablet they’ve been developing. We just have to take a few a day, instead of normal food. It releases the nutrients and calories you need, and it’s supposed to have enough in it to maintain your weight and keep you going as if you were eating – like a normal person with a NORMAL caloric intake.” Joey shot a warning glare between bites and Tony grabbed Brian’s knee under the table. He held his tongue, letting Joey consider the proposition.

 

“So let me get this straight. Some crazy scientist is spending university cash to makes pills so people don’t have to eat? What in the hell would anyone want that for?!” Brian sighed. It was so hard not to lob off a comment about the jock’s gluttony.

 

“It’s for use on people who can’t eat for some reason. Hard for you to picture, I know. Someone’s sick, but doctors have to keep him nourished. For extended and remote travel. Or it’s possible they’d use it in the space program. They have been developing it for years and are positive it’s ready to submit to the government. They’ve run about a million tests with rabbits and monkeys. Totally safe. But they just need to test it to make sure the thing works the same way on people. So they’re advertising for volunteers, and they’re paying huge money. We could make a ton.”

 

“So what’s the deal? I literally have to eat nothing but some astronaut’s food pellets for weeks? Aw man, I dunno. I gotta keep my weight up for the rest of the season. Still sounds crazy to me.”

 

Tony piped in. “What the hell, Joe. Let’s go see the mad scientist. If it really works like Brian’s saying, sounds like a pretty easy way to make a lot of money. Let’s go check it out. What could it hurt?”

 

“Shit, alright. Alright already. Let’s go check it out if it’ll shut you guys up. But I tell ya, if it affects my wrestling, I’m gonna come after both of you.”