The Next Big Thing, Part 4

I had originally planned this chapter to be the end, but I think I'll wrap things up in an epilogue in the next chapter. Hope you are enjoying it!

Colin showed up early for the first day of wrestling practice. He wanted to be there to see the expressions on the faces of his teammates when they walked into the gym and saw his enormous 310-pound bull-like body – yes, he had gained another 15 pounds since leaving for Christmas vacation, thanks to his rigorous workouts and calorie-stuffing sessions with Derek. Colin wore a tight pair of athletic shorts and his favorite stringer tank top (emblazoned with one word: MASS) to show off as much of his growing body as possible.

Derek insisted on being there as well. He had told a little white lie to his boyfriend about the coach wanting him to get huge and thought he should be there to smooth things over in case he got caught.

But it turned out that the lie never came up.

Colin strutted into the gym with Derek hurrying behind him, and he was surprised that Coach Jenkins wasn’t around. He was 20 minutes early, but usually the coach would be there prepping for the practice. Colin was about to yell out “Anyone here?” when a figure emerged from a nearby office.

It was the coach, but he didn’t look like he normally did. Jenkins had been a wrestler in high school and college, so he had a sturdy build on his 5’10” frame, but as with many wrestlers who attempt to shed pounds to make a weight class, his metabolism had been destroyed and as the years piled on, so did the flab. He had gone from a solid 190 in college to about 290 ten years later, which most of the extra weight settling in his gut and ass. But even though he was overweight, Jenkins was always well put together – his shirts were tailored to his rotund torso, and they were always neatly tucked into his snug slacks.

The person who came out of the office, however, looked like he has just been through a whirlwind. His shirt was completely untucked and had stains all over it, his fly was unzipped, and his hair was a complete mess.

“Coach?” asked Colin.

“Colin?” asked Coach.

The two men walked toward one another to see if their guesses had been correct.

As he tried to pull his look together, Coach spoke first. “Colin, you…you…you got huge!”

Colin flexed his right bicep, turned to admire it, and smiled. “Yes sir. I had a bit of a growth spurt and am ready to be the newest heavyweight wrestler on the team.”

The BMOC was about to add a comment that Coach looked like he had just woken up, but before he could, Jenkins said something he couldn’t believe. “But I already got a new heavyweight, Colin. And he’s…well, he’s bigger than you.”

Colin’s eye grew wide as another man emerged from the office. He ducked on his way out the door and then straightened up to his full height of 6’7”. The man was indeed bigger than Colin – at least 375 pounds of deeply shredded muscle, without an ounce of fat on him. He was only wearing a jock strap – a gigantic one that seemed to be struggling to cover his bulging cock – and looked like Captain America if he had taken the super soldier formula…and then took it again…and then again a third time. His arms had to be at least 26 inches of pure power, his chest close to 70 with a mouth-watering set of massive slab-like pecs, and his unbelievably thick quads somewhere around 35.

From behind Colin, he could hear Derek say, “Jack?”

The bigger man nodded. “Hey there, Derek. Long time no see.”

“What are you doing here, Jack? You’re not on the team,” asked Derek.

“Oh, but I am now, right, Jenkins?” said Jack. He leaned down and grabbed a handful of the coach’s tummy flab and shook it, and then moved that same hand down to the coach’s crotch where he repeated the grab ‘n shake.

Coach nodded. “Yes. Um, Jack offered his…services to the team, and I couldn’t resist. He’ll be the new heavyweight wrestler, Colin.”

Colin wasn’t sure what to say. “But Derek told me that last summer you were small. Or at least smaller than you had been…like maybe 190 pounds. How did you double your weight since then? How did you get so big?”

“And taller?” added Derek. “He was like 5 inches shorter a few months ago.”

Jack took his hand off the coach’s crotch and started rubbing his cobblestone abs. “I know Derek likes ‘em big, and I heard he is into wrestlers now, so I did what I needed to do to become the biggest guy on the team. It was a lot of hard work, but it’ll be worth it to get him back in the sack tonight.”

Coach Jenkins seemed surprised at that statement, mostly because he believed he would be in bed with Jack that night. Derek was also surprised, but flattered, and his tiny cock was tenting the crotch of the tight shorts he was wearing. Colin was surprised, too, because lately he had gotten everything he wanted, and he was not willing to have anything taken from him. Especially since there was no way he could diet down to another weight class, so if he wasn’t on the team, he could kiss his scholarship and his college classes goodbye.

“Listen, chump,” said Colin. “Let’s wrestle for the position. First one to pin the other wins, and winner gets to be the heavyweight representative on the team. Loser quits and goes home.”

Jack smirked. “You got it, fatso. And when I win, I’ll go home, too…with Derek.”

Derek grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and tried to stop him. “Colin, he’s so much bigger than you.”

Colin scooped up his boyfriend into his arms and gave him a kiss. “Bigger don’t always mean better in wrestling, babe. Just watch.”

The wrestling mats were already in the center of the room, and the two behemoths took their spots on opposite sides. Coach Jenkins pulled out his whistle and gave a quick toot, and Colin and Jack charged at one another.

The match started and the two big men circled each other. Colin wasn’t sure how he was going to take on someone so much bigger than himself, so he planned to just bide his time until an opportunity presented itself. He knew he had two big advantages over Jack: 1) he had been a wrestler for many years and knew a lot of moves that could help him take down any competitor, and 2) he had been working on becoming better conditioned at his daily yoga classes and was much more flexible and had more stamina than Jack.

Colin didn't have to wait long for his first opportunity to show off his skills. Jack suddenly launched himself forward, like a tiger attacking its prey. Colin squatted as far down as he could on his massive legs and braced for the impact, and his opponent seemed stunned at what happened next. Hitting Colin was like hitting a brick wall, and instead of falling backward out of the ring, Colin held his ground and begin thrusting upward. Jack was shocked to feel his feet leave the ground as Colin picked him up and thrust his 375 pound body over his head, and then slammed him to the mat.

Jack was momentarily stunned, but got back up quickly.

Colin could see that the move had left Jack’s breathing a bit labored. “The jackass is already getting tired,” he thought.

The match continued, with each man trying to take down the other. Coach Jenkins and Derek stood motionless watching the match – well, not quite motionless, as their cocks continued to grow bigger and harder as their men battled one another. Other wrestlers began filing into the gym as they heard the commotion, and with seconds of seeing the massive muscles glistening with sweat, every one of them was hard, too.

After several more minutes, Colin could tell his improved stamina was going to make the difference. Jack was huffing and puffing around the mat – he practically gulped in big breaths of air – and was losing steam quickly. Colin kept circling to keep them moving, because he knew it would tire out the muscle freak even more. Eventually he spotted an opening when he saw Jack wobble a bit, so he launched himself under the big man’s arm and knocked him to the side. Jack fell with a thud, Colin landed on top and pinned him as the coach counted to 10, and the match was finally over.

“Fuck, yeah!” said Colin after emerging victorious. “Looks like I’m your heavyweight now, Coach!”

Coach Jenkins agreed, and then hurried over to help Jack up off the mat.

Colin went over to find Derek in the crowd that was watching. Derek looked up at his man and said, “I can’t believe you beat him, baby!”

“Believe it, Derek. Nobody can outwrestle me. Now I want you to go to your house and make me a huge dinner – I’ll be fucking starving when I get there. I’m gonna gobble it down as soon as I get there, and then take you upstairs and fuck the living daylights out of you.”

Derek smiled, kissed his boyfriend, and ran off to do as he was told.