Baseball Bellies: Chapter 3

March

“Dude I’m so fucking hungry I swear to god.”

“Same man, same.”

“I can’t stop eating, I don’t understand it.”

“Yeah same here and you know what? It’s starting to show. My uniform is getting tight.”

“Bro, even my sweatpants are tight. This is fucked up.”

Overhearing some guys’ conversation in the living room, Corrigan couldn’t help but find comfort in the fact that he wasn’t the only one who had bulked up a bit. Nevertheless, he was in denial over the fact that he had bulked up more than anyone else. It almost seemed to happen overnight. One moment he had washboard abs and a rock hard body, the next he was sporting a pot belly, chubby ass, and thighs.

Several pairs of his underwear had ripped open from the sheer girth of his lower half. It could barely be contained in any of the clothes he owned. Reluctantly, Corrigan bought all new underwear and even some workout and loungewear. He wanted to get back in fighting shape, but his booty looked obscene in almost everything he owned. It was even getting to the point that Coach called him out.

“That gut is getting out of control,” were his exact words. He warned Corrigan that he needed to cut the weight otherwise he’d be benched as much as possible. They couldn’t risk having him slowed down on the field with all the extra weight. Corrigan was embarrassed, but knew it was the truth. Even still, he struggled to curb his growing appetite with each passing day.

Watching the other boys’ bellies bloat up and their rumps round out made Corrigan feel less alone. Besides, he was feeling great even with the extra chub. The mood enhancers were doing their job and even if they had contributed to a bit of pudge on everyone’s waistline, at least they were all in good spirits. That is, until Miguel returned.

“Wow, look at this bunch of fatties. What the fuck happened?” He exclaimed upon reentering the house at the top of the month.

The men traded barbs back and forth, deflecting Miguel’s rude commentary.

“Ho ho ho! Corrigan my man! Talk about dadbod, you fuckin’ doubled in size over the last month. Look at this Pillsbury Doughboy over here!”

“Shut the fuck up and go get a spray tan,” Corrigan shot back.

Miguel may have been hypercritical of the boys’ appearance, but after several weeks of integrating back into the house he found himself keeping pace with the guys’ appetites. With everyone around him eating large Miguel barely noticed that his intake had also increased. By the end of the month, even the most vain jock in the house was beginning to soften up in the middle.

“Fuck it, let’s order pizzas,” someone finally broke the unspoken moratorium on junk food.

A cacophony of “fuck yeahs” followed this suggestion and before they knew it several large pepperoni pizzas along with a sheet cake were being delivered. The guys chose an old action movie with hot girls to watch while they chowed down. Miguel initially refused the fattening food but eventually gave in to the intoxicating smell.

Conversation centered around the female protagonist, how hot she was, and what they would do to her sexually. Everyone bemoaned their horniness being cooped up in the house with no outlet for relief other than their hands. They envied Miguel who was the last man to snag some pussy, imploring him to describe his experience in detail. The jock painted a vivid, albeit embellished picture, while shoving slice after slice down his greedy mouth. Deprived of sexual interaction, Miguel’s story aroused nascent erections amongst some of the guys.

“It’s like we’re fucking incels now,” one of them complained.

With that, Abram polished off his seventh slice of pizza and headed up to his room bloated and horny. Generally, he wasn’t aroused by his teammates, but their conversation created a thick aura of sex that Abram simply couldn’t escape. Their raging testosterone and crude language left him tantalized. He had seen most of the men naked in the locker room and knew a good majority were well endowed.

Abram opened his computer and logged onto his OnlyFans. He’d built up a small following of admirers that provided some much needed extra income. His fans were mostly guys who were into big booty boys or had jock strap or dirty sock fetishes. The latter two kinks were easy for Abram to cater to as a baseball player. That said, he definitely got the most hits on his ass vids with men constantly requesting more bounce and more jiggle.

Switching windows, Abram scrolled around until he found some stimuli to get him going. Stroking his cock slow and steady he started a livestream. A decent amount of his followers were tuned in and leaving comments. Typically, Abram’s jerk off videos were received with less fanfare than his ass vids, but his viewer count was strangely skyrocketing.

“Look at that pooch sticking out,” one of them said. More followed: “Someone’s getting thick I see,” “Love some extra padding on a young guy,” “Is your ass getting phatter too?”

Outside of his teammates commenting on each other, Abram had barely recognized that he’d gained any weight. Seeing the comments, he pinched the few inches of flub clinging to his once trim waistline. The likes and comments exploded in reaction to this gesture, many of them encouraging him to keep it up and get even thicker.

Abram stood and bent over with his ass to the camera. He slapped his cheeks, realizing that they did feel juicer. He stood erect and squeezed them with both hands which really seemed to satisfy his viewers. They were begging for more, both more video and more meat on his bones. Bending over again he twerked and felt the weight of his ass bounce against his body.

After logging off, Abram discovered this was one of his most viewed live streams. If a few extra pounds resulted in some extra cash, he reasoned, who was he to say no?