Baseball Bellies

January

Corrigan was stretched out on the couch casually watching a movie in his underwear and tank top. His hearty thighs were spread wide to accommodate the sizable package between his legs. His leg muscles undulated with every small movement, a testament to his fitness and athleticism as a baseball player. Up top, Corrigan was just as fit with a six pack cut from stone and arms of steel. Everyone on the team was incredibly fit, but as captain Corrigan was far and above the most impressive.

Miguel, who had been chastising Corrigan about the chick flick, was close behind in terms of fitness. Like most people on the team he had thick muscular thighs, a pert bubble butt, and a hardened V-shaped upper body. Of everyone, Miguel was probably the most vain and self-consumed. He was impeccably groomed at all times with a perfect tan and glowing white teeth.

“Instead of lazing around watching girl movies, why don’t you figure out what we’re going to do since the University cut our stipends? I can’t even afford the facial I have booked Corriganorrow.” Miguel rattled off.

Corrigan sighed. The film was distracting him from the stress of poverty. Since the COVID-19 pandemic struck the world, the university decided to house the 25-person team in an abandoned frat house to avoid risking transmission. While rent was taken care of, they still relied on a monthly stipend from the university for food and pocket money. Due to budget cuts resulting from the pandemic, their stipend had been nearly cut in half and the team was looking to their captain for a solution.

“Okay, well I did have one idea…” Corrigan trailed off. “It’s a bit unusual. I saw an ad for a medical study that’s looking for a sports team to try out a new medication that’s supposed to boost performance. It’s some sort of natural antidepressant and has been approved by the league.”

“And?” chimed in Abram, the closet homosexual of the team. “What’s the payout.”

“It’s good, more than what we lost with the budget cut.”

Nearly in unison, everyone agreed to sign up for the medical trial. Nevertheless, Miguel let loose a string of threats directed towards Corrigan if it doesn’t work out. Miguel had something of an anger management problem that the rest of the team merely tolerated. At the end of the day he was an excellent athlete and asset to the team.

With that, Corrigan went to his room where he had hidden a chocolate layer cake. The stress he had been experiencing left him craving comfort food and watching Augustus Gloop made him even more ravenous. Everyone in the house stayed on a strict high protein diet with daily exercise and training. All forms of junk food were prohibited, even alcohol, as the team was devoted to maintaining their high standard in the league. They were an up and coming team who had risen out of obscurity over the last few years to become a top contender. The pressure was high and Corrigan couldn’t let any lapse in his diet be known.

He pulled a mixing spoon from his pocket and took a heaping bite out of the cake. When the delicious dessert hit his tongue he let out a soft moan. Corrigan hadn’t had dessert in ages. Spoonful after spoonful followed until the cake disappeared in under fifteen minutes. Corrigan had icing smeared around the edges of his mouth that he licked off eagerly.

He had forgotten how amazing chocolate was. He wished he had a tall glass of milk to wash the cake down and snuck down into the kitchen when no one was looking. They kept a good supply of milk around for mixing protein shakes and Corrigan grabbed a gallon and began chugging it straight from the bottle. He gulped it down with gusto. The thick dairy piled on top of the cake in his sCorriganach. His gut stretched to capacity for the first time in ages.

“Dude what the fuck,” said Abram. He had walked into the kitchen without Corrigan noticing.

Corrigan gasped and wiped the milk from the corners of his mouth, “I uh, I don’t know. Thirsty is all.”

Abram didn’t question the situation any further. He relied on the awkward tension to distract from the fact he was bringing a whole cucumber back to his room. With his bedroom door locked Abram turned on his laptop and logged onto his porn Twitter. His account was gaining in popularity. It turned out that there was a strong market for baseball twinks with big butts and trim waists. Locking the door, Abram turned on his camera and stripped naked.

He wore a jock strap that was about one size too small. The straps nearly disappeared under the pressure of his fleshy rump. On all fours, Abram massaged his glutes. His ass was firm but soft, perky but prone to jiggle. He twerked softly causing his cakes to bounce. Pulling his cheeks open and letting them fall, Abram teased his audience before getting to the action shot: the cucumber. Dressed in a condom, Abram inched the vegetable inside of him, his thick ass wrapping around it with gusto. He knew his followers would enjoy this one.

Downstairs, Corrigan polished off the gallon of milk and belched loudly. He rubbed his bloated abs and sighed. One cheat day was permissible, he told himself. What’s a couple thousand extra calories anyway? He would simply put in some extra time on the treadmill. In that case, he reasoned, might as well make the most of his cheat day. Corrigan threw on his coat and headed to Taco Bell.