Waddler's Roid Injections

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Coach Gives Waddler His Shots

Waddler waddled into the locker room.  His thighs were so big that it was difficult for him to walk.  As soon as he put his gym bag down, Waddler hiked one side of his underwear into his butt crack for Coach, who would soon arrive.  Waddler always got himself ready for his injections by Coach.  Waddler never talked very much.  But he knew exactly what each day's routine consisted of at the sports camp with Coach: workouts, feedings, injections.  And his favorite part of the day was the injections.

Behind the locker room was a fully stocked storage facility where Coach kept all of the growth agents.  Plus Coach had all the appropriate medical training to administer injections in a safe and comfortable manner.  Because of the volume of growth materials that needed to be given to Waddler (now getting more and more extensive at every session), Coach's medical training was important.

Both Coach and Waddler lived and breathed for the growth regimen.  Although Waddler never talked much, he always showed up on time for his shots and Coach always had all the materials on hand and ready.  When Waddler saw the syringes being brought out of the storage facility, he moaned with pleasure and made sure his underwear or posing trunks were fully hiked for Coach.

Because of the volume of shots involved, Waddler and Coach had to become creative as to exactly where and how the shots were administered.  Also, Waddler had a very large roidgut and his abdominal area was reserved for his hourly growth hormone shots.  With his roidgut sticking out as far in front of him as it did and his thighs so thick that they caused near immobility, this mostly left his glute muscles as the logical location for his injections.

Waddler Feeds at the Hoses

Waddler also consumed large volumes of food substances under Coach's direction.

In the corner of the locker room were several hoses with large nozzles for Waddler's feedings.  These nozzles were similar to gas pumps at the service station and lent themselves to high volume adminstration of food substances.  After Waddler had been filled up with his shots, Coach led him over to the feeding nozzles for his feedings. 

Waddler and Coach held a special conversation during Waddler's feedings.  This conversation revolved around Waddler begging for his food and oinking like a pig.

After the shots had all been administered and Coach was wheeling the growth cart back into the storage locker, Coach said, "Now you need to do your feeding exercises.  I know you," said Coach to Waddler.  "You like to oink like a pig, don't you?"

"Yes," said Waddler who was a man of very few words.

"Well, first let's look at your roidgut," said Coach.  Stand there and stick that gut out!  Does that roidgut need a feeding?"

"Oink, oink," responded Waddler.  The exercise protocol that Coach had established called for Waddler to oink like a hog.  And Waddler loved to go through this exercise routine.

"Oh, that roidgut is huge," said Coach.  But it needs to be bigger than it is, don't you think?"

"Oink, oink," said Waddler.

"Here, let me get some more growth hormone first.  I haven't put the storage cart away yet and it will be easy to get some more.  Do you need some more growth hormone in that roidgut, Waddler?"

"Oink, oink, oink," yelled Waddler, who began posing his huge gut ridges for Coach who watched in awe.

Then Coach administered another round of mini-shots in the distended roidgut.

Waddler lived for his injections and he was in heaven as he was getting shot up even fuller by Coach.  He continued to pose his big gut for Coach as well as his other muscles, straining his mini-posing strap with signs of contentment and satisfaction.

"Now walk over here toward me with huge gut sticking out in front of you, Waddler!  Damn!  I love that gut!  But look at those thighs!  Those thighs are so thick that all you can do is waddle around!"  In fact, Waddler was immobilized from the size of his inner thigh muscles as well as his bulbous quadricep muscles as he tried to walk toward Coach.  And his massive roidgut added to the difficulty.

"Now what do you need?" asked Coach.

"Oink, oink, oink, oink, oink," said Waddler more quietly.  And he walked over to the feeding hoses that were on the locker room wall and placed his head next to one of the huge feeding nozzles, where Coach continued to feed Waddler for the next hour or two.

Waddler Takes a Dump

After Coach left, one of Waddler's favorite things was to take a dump after his feedings.  Waddler entered the largest stall and waited for the joy of processing his feedings through his physique.  Waddler knew that much of the food substance flowed into his muscles to make them bigger and bigger, but he also loved the sensation of passing the excess through and out of his enormous physique.  The volumes that he processed were testimony to the huge increases in muscularity that would result from his feedings.

A particular locker room assistant shared Waddler's enthusiasm for the feeding and elimination process.  The assistant always stayed near Waddler in the toilet facilities at the gym.  Using Waddler's immobility as his excuse, the assistant squeezed into the stall with Waddler to help him.  Waddler appreciated the assistance and moaned his approval as his assistant participated with Waddler as he took his dump.  After finishing inside the stall, Waddler then entered the shower where his assistant cleaned Waddler's glutes including deep inside his private areas using various techniques, and then he dried him carefully. The assistant had a deep need for these activities and was always available to help Waddler, including  oral clean-up and also (what the assistant needed very badly and believed was fully confidential behind the closed doors of the stall) full oral waste disposal within the complete privacy of the stall. 

Waddler Needs More Shots

Coach established a daily regimen for Waddler's shots but this daily regimen was not enough for Waddler.  Unfortunately, Coach left the storage room accessible and Waddler was able to access the growth agents at other times of day when Coach was not around.

Waddler gave his rest room assistant a magic marker and, after hiking the back of his shorts on both sides, he asked his assistant to write the two words MORE ROIDS on his ass, with MORE on the top of one of his butt cheeks and ROIDS on the top of the other one.  Then he stood in a corner of the locker room facing the wall at a time of day when he knew that the football players would be using the locker room.  Waddler laid out an enormous lineup of alcohol swabs and syringes on a cart next to him and he stood patiently with the words MORE ROIDS fully visible on his naked ass to anyone who walked by.  His assistant also used the magic marker to make chit marks for counting off injections underneath the words MORE ROIDS.  At the outset, there were were four chit marks with a fifth line through them as well as a six and seventh.  Waddler had not actually had seven shots already but the plan was to use the chit marks as a way of advertising Waddler's deep desire for steroid shots and then update the chit marks after each future injection to get an ongoing count of the large number of injections that Waddler desperately hoped for.

At first the football players were confused and Waddler remained silent as he normally did.  But the assistant whispered to the players that Waddler needed lots of injections and that Waddler would like the players to line up and administer shots in his ass.  Fortunately, the football players were adept at administering shots because they used growth agents themselves.

Some of the football players really enjoyed shooting up Waddler and manhandling his glute muscles during the administration process.  Unfortunately, some of them insulted Waddler and verbally abused him as they manhandled his glutes. 

"Damn!  What a sick roidhog this dude is!  Look at him leaning against that wall!  Look at how big and disgusting his glute muscles and his thighs are!  I've heard he can barely waddle around the locker room with all that bulk!"

However, Waddler did not seem to mind the abuse as long as they continued to give him all the shots that he needed.

Waddler Gets Punished by Coach

Unfortunately, Coach found out about Waddler getting injected by the football team.  Coach walked into the locker room one day when Waddler's shorts were fully hiked on both sides and as the football players were lined up and giving him shots one right after the other.  Coach was shocked to see that Waddler's rear end was fully covered with injection sites in every possible area.  But Coach was even more shocked to see the words MORE ROIDS written on Waddler's ass.  Underneath MORE ROIDS there were at least six fully crossed off units of five chit marks on each of his two cheeks.  Coach did a quick calculation:  6 times 5 times 2 equals 60 shots administered in one session, fully outside of Coach's supervision.

"What the hell has been going on?" screamed Coach.  Coach kicked all the players aside. He grabbed Waddler by his ear and yanked him out of the locker room.

Coach continued yelling at Waddler, "Your ass was exposed like that in public?? And they were marking you off with a magic marker like you were a drugged-up party sl..t?  Do you mean to tell me that those guys gave you more than 60 shots in your naked ass?"

Waddler hung his head in shame.  He moved quickly to hide from Coach any signs of the stimulation he had experienced as he was getting injected by so many men all at once.  He put his hands in front of his shorts to hide any remaining evidence of stimulation that had oozed out.

"You need to be punished and you need to take it like a man!" said Coach.  Then Coach dragged Waddler into his private office in the athletic suite.

"Yes sir!" moaned Waddler, as Coach forced Waddler to lie down on his stomach on a massage table that was in the office.

"You had more than 60 shots outside my supervision!"

"No," said Waddler.  "Only about 53.  We marked off seven shots at the beginning before they actually gave me any shots to make it look like I needed a lot of shots."

"You sick fuck!" screamed Coach

Coach grabbed a large paddle and then he ripped Waddler's shorts off his ass. Waddler groaned in fear, but he submitted to the punishment, knowing that he deserved every bit of what he was going to get.

Coach began to strike Waddler using the paddle, especially on top of the markings that were testimony to Waddler's shame with the football players.  Coach yelled at Waddler as he gave him his punishment, castigating him for the fact that so many men had manhandled his glutes and, even worse, that Waddler had advertised his injection fetish so publicly.

Waddler quietly took his punishment.  Then Waddler suddenly realized that his pelvis was fully concealed from Coach as he lay completely flat on the table. With each thrust of the paddle, Waddler began to simultaneously move his pelvis up and down against the table.  He experienced a crescendo of excitement as Coach continued to abuse him both verbally and with the force of the paddle.  At a certain point, Waddler suddenly shook all over and gasped out loud.  Then he released himself inside his underpants against the table and went suddenly limp and relaxed under his Coach's hands.

TO BE CONTINUED


The injections never stop and Waddler just gets bigger and bigger and bigger.  Coach is deeply proud and always wants to supply Waddler more, more and more.  Watch Waddler get shot up and expand before your very eyes.  And watch the hose feedings of carbs and proteins to fill his roidgut!
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