DEVIN MEETS HIS COACH

“Okay Fatboy. Let’s get you out of here.” No easy feat. Devin focused all his muscled strength on turning his belly to get out of the car. Coach reached in, arm over the jock’s fat ball to help tug. It didn’t help. That gut was too packed, with zero give. Devin grunted and pushed. Coach told him to sit still and walked off to the cabin at the top of the drive. Devin rested, panting from the effort, rubbing his mounded overblown ball as he tried to comprehend its new size.

 Coach returned, getting back in on the driver’s side. He reached over and started to smear Devin’s belly with oil. “We’re going to grease you up like a pig, Fatboy, and pop you out of here.” Devin moaned in gluttonous pleasure at the feel of the oil warmed in Coach’s hands, massaged into the expanse of his fat ball. Coach was just as engrossed, feeling just how huge and tight he had his fat jock – so far.

 Once Devin’s bare belly was glistening, they both struggled to push him free. The oil did the trick, and with the strength of both men shoving, Devin’s belly finally popped loose, its weight and momentum rolling Devin down on all fours next to the car. His belly nearly touched the driveway. Coach fought to urge to mount the fat jock right there - hard as hell given the sight of his beefy ass serving itself up and his belly hovering close to the ground. But he made himself help his feedee up. 

Devin felt like a ton. The heft of his huge stomach threw his entire center of gravity off. He stumbled around before figuring out how to get his balance. Coach helped steady him. Both men stared in amazement at the giant sphere bulging and rocking with the jock’s every clumsy move. He finally squared himself, hands on the base of his gut as if to stop the swaying, legs spread wide, shoulders far back to counterbalance his belly. He could barely move in what remained of his jeans, and he shuddered as the cold and snow tickling his exposed skin. Coach led Devin to the cabin, again guiding his fat pig to the predetermined spot. 

Devin was allowed to stretch out at last. Coach rolled him onto a bed. The fattened jock’s feet still touched the floor as he fell back with a massive thud. His beefy legs splayed wide, and his muscled arms spread to either side. Towering high in the air, Devin’s gut mounded up from his torso like an over-pumped beach ball. His jeans strained in near tatters. Coach yanked them off Devin’s thick lower half, freeing his throbbing erection to spring up and smack into the base of his new belly. Even Coach couldn’t believe how big his Fatboy got so quickly. He rubbed Devin’s gut in big circles, oiling his hands. “Like the feel of this big fat belly, Fatboy?” Devin moaned and pushed his fat into Coach’s hands in a gasping, silent yes. “You want me to make you even fatter, don’t you Fatboy?” Coach took Devin’s dick in his greased hand and stroked as he asked what was really an statement. Devin grew harder. Coach said it again, made Devin say he wanted to be fatter – and fatter – and FATTER. Devin erupted, shooting all over the southern hemisphere of his bulging gut. Coach slowly stroked Devin dry, his devil grin spreading ear to ear.

 “Just remember you asked for it, Fatboy.” 

Coach lifted Devin’s head and slipped a pillow under his neck, whispering, “sleep it off my stud. You’ll need your energy again soon.” Devin collapsed into overfed sleep, his overblown gut rising and falling with his soft, satisfied snores.

To be continued.