"Basketball Belly" An Exclusive Cut

Hey All,

I forgot that yesterday was Easter which meant that I was around family all day, and being around family is not conducive to writing smut.

Here is the next story for Volume 6 of Exclusive Cuts with more to come tomorrow.

Enjoy.

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Rori Prig has gotten round. There was no doubt about it. As she cradles her fast food filled gut with her hands, a spherical mound of fat now just as round as a basketball, the former hoops all-star contemplates what has become of her previously perfect life.

Back then, Rori still had a whole life of promise laid out in front of her. She was a star. She had just caught the end of NIL deals in her senior year of college. Her team was good. She was great, and she could see it all, everything she was going to be. She was going to be one of those transcendent athletes who’s so good at their sport everyone knows her even if they don’t follow the women’s side of the game. She was going to do Subway ads and be on cereal boxes. She had big dreams and the skills and looks to make it all come true.

Rori was the perfect commercial athlete. She had a long lean body that carried her down the court with the grace and quickness of a gazelle, and her toned figure made her just as adept at modeling bikinis. She was made the grace the cover of Sports Illustrated and she knew it. Rori loved to flaunt her skills on the court, where she had a reputation for being a constant showboater. And off the court she loved to flaunt her figure and the way she could so easily score with men and women alike. 

And everyone let her get away with it because as arrogant as she was, Rori always backed it up.

Her legs were the most noticeable part of her, long and lean but powerful. They gave her great speed and power on the court, and off the court they gave her a confident model’s strut. Rori’s core featuring a strong six pack also added to her skill and confidence. She loved to show off her muscles in shirts that she would purposefully wear short enough to ride up at the slightest movements, and in dresses that had large portions of the middle cut out to give a window to her slim and sex stomach. Rori had generous but pert breasts, and a model quality face. She drove everybody wild and loved it.

Rori also held everyone to a ridiculously high standard. She was relentless on the court and made for an extremely taciturn team captain. The way she carried herself on the court and the way she demanded the same from others made her a well respected if not always extremely well liked captain. Some would bicker behind her back about Rori arrogance, her showboating, and the constant demands she put on her own teammates to be better, but they would never say it to her face, and their desire to even come close to keeping pace with Rori’s abilities truly did make her teammates better.

Off the court, Rori’s attitude was far more noticeable. She was a mean girl with a penchant for putting people down. She loved to make fun of those she deemed fat and lazy which, given her own extreme athletic prowess, was most people. To her, almost everyone else was out of shape. And out of shape meant lazy. Lazy meant weak. Weakness deserved to be mocked, and Rori excelled at mocking others.

Whether it was opponents or anyone else, Rori loved to talk as much trash as she could because she always felt untouchable. And for years that was the case.

And then it happened.

It was a pretty standard game, and Rori was doing one of the things she did best, going up hard for a rebound. But as she did so, she got hit with one fucked up sequences of dominos falling. First she got hit in the air. This made her come down hard and awkwardly on her ankle, and as she continued to fall she twisted her knee all before finally landing directly on her hip. In total it took less than two seconds, but the whole moment felt like forever, frozen in her mind for her to replay over and over again. It was one of the worst athletic injuries anyone around her had ever seen.

And it was the end of her playing career.

You may think that this was the point that the pounds started to pile on. And they did. By the time Rori had recovered from the compound injury, she was certainly well out of playing shape. She had gotten soft all over, and any amount of exercise was quick to get her winded. She was also hesitant to push herself for fear of reinjury. She grew a bit of a potbelly and missed her precious abs. But still, Rori made some adjustments to her lifestyle and while she did indeed put on enough wait to make her feel a good deal less confident, she wasn’t fat by any means.

That would come later.

With her hopes of playing professionally gone forever, and with it any hopes of elaborate endorsement deals, Rori found herself with suddenly limited options. Through all her time in college, the arrogant athlete had actually developed little in the way of non-basketball skills, and with most of those skills no longer usable, the one she still possessed was her ability to lead.

And so she became a coach.

First she was an assistant and then she worked her way up to coaching semi-pro and then… well that was where things kind of plateaued. She was stuck coaching the middling North Texas Road Hogs. 

And that’s how Rori found herself sitting in her beat up used car with its floor littered with junk food and stuffing another greasy burger down her fat face.

The queen of the court was now much more at home chowing down on Dairy Queen. Over the last few years, the pounds really started to pack themselves onto her formerly athletic frame and never really stopped. All of the stress from her job, coupled with the depression that she felt over her evaporated dreams combined with the lingering sense that she had gone from a star athlete to a complete and utter failure led to Rori stuffing her face frequently. And so many nights out on the road meant that most of her options were cheap fast food which meant it was easy for her to balloon.

Rori became a laughingstock to her players and to anyone else she used to know as her athletic frame became buried under rolls and folds of flabby fat. She soon became known to many Coach Pig, as much of a mascot for the hogs as she was their coach. Rori is still a tall woman which just meant that she was able to pack on a truly incredible amount of weight to get as wide as she has.

Her stomach has ballooned well past basketball size, more like a saggy medicine ball. It is a great big greedy gut that can’t get enough of greasy burgers and extra salty french fries smothered in ketchup. Her spare tire hangs over her pants and frequently bursts the buttons on her food and sweat stained shirts even in the middle of games. 

Her ass has become like two deflated basketballs, sagging and covered in cellulite but large enough to still be a constant danger to any suit pants she tries to squeeze herself into. She tries her best to stay looking professional, but her gluttonous behavior means that her continually sky rocketing weight and her messy eating habits ensures that she always looks more like a bloated, down on her luck used car salesperson. 

Even Rori’s arms had gotten fat going from lean muscular limbs to fat filled sausages with flabby bingo wings. Her billowy arms made wearing professional looking sport jackets an exceptionally uncomfortable thing so she often went without which just made her look like even more of a slob.

Her days of gracefully moving down the court, or strutting like a model are long over now that her thighs are full of thunder. The hefty tree trunks that she lumbers around with cause her to waddle about awkwardly, and all this bulk makes moving about on the sidelines difficult and tiring. Her fat ass has gotten multiple technical fouls for accidentally stepping on the court while waddling about. It is a constant source of humiliation.

Another constant source of humiliation is her fat face. It is a jowly mess with a jiggling multitude of chins. She used to have such a beautiful face full of confidence, but now her face is fat and greasy and tired. She has aged beyond her years and her reflection in the mirror just drives her to stuff her face more and more.

Rori was always full of herself, and now she’s just full of fat. She wishes she could go back to the way things were, but she knows with her incredible appetite and her inability to exercise, that she is forever stuck with all this weight. She is a fatty forever.

Coach Pig is here to stay.