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DEVIN MEETS HIS COACH

Added 2025-03-23 20:08:27 +0000 UTC

Devin felt consciousness creep into his beer and food-soaked sleep. He allowed himself to wake gently, eyes closed as his mind slowly reconnected. He could feel that he was in the same position as when he passed out, and he could feel the new weight of his belly. Hesitating to open his eyes, he wondered how much his belly would have shrunk since last night. He tentatively opened his eyes, looking down to see the bulge of his gut looking barely smaller than his drunken memory had recorded. His eyes widened and he awoke fully, surveying the curve of his belly in full, sober disbelief.

“Whooooaa,” he moaned softly, reaching up to thump the sides of his belly. He tried to sit up quickly, jerking in a move well ingrained from years of ab work, only to be pushed back by his gut’s heavy mass. He lay there for a second, mustering the thrust to rock himself to standing. Before he could move, he felt Coach leaning into him, his legs pushing Devin’s apart a bit more, his arms wrapping around his ball belly, his hips shoved into the bottom arc of his fat as Coach looked over his belly’s horizon line to say good morning.

“Ready for day two Fatboy?”

“Shit Coach. Ooof. I thought this thing would look smaller in the morning, once I was sober.”

“Want to really see it Fatboy?”
“Coach, I can see it now.” Devin swatted his belly higher up its curve. “It’s HUGE!”

“That’s nothing Fatboy. Let’s show you the full effect.”
Before Devin could react, Coach locked his strong hands around Devin’s and yanked the fat jock to standing. Devin fell into Coach, his gut incredibly solid and round despite several hours of sleep. Coach himself stumbled under his feedee’s weight, but then his strong legs planted firmly. Devin only caught his balance by pressing his ball of hard fat into Coach’s torso. A smirk curled across Coach’s face as stabilized the fattened stud and turned his gut out away from him. Its girth traveled in a wide arc until Coach was spooning into Devin’s muscular back and beefy butt.

Devin felt Coach’s hard on press along the crack of his ass as his arms enveloped him from behind, one cradling the bottom arc of his gut, the other over his shoulder and grabbing his meaty pec. Coach’s legs pushed into the backs of Devin’s, making him take steps in slow, lumbering unison. Coach’s one hand went up to Devin’s face, gently yet firmly clamping over his eyes. “You will see soon enough, Fatboy,” Coach purred deeply as he pushed his overfed stud toward the three-way mirror in the corner of the bedroom. The feel of his beefy Coach firmly and sightlessly guiding him only made Devin more aware of the heavy weight bulging ahead of them, tugging them both through each deliberate step. Coach ordered him to keep his eyes shut as his hand traveled down Devin’s cheek, along his neck, back around his shoulder blade, then under his arm to thump the side of his belly. Coach’s hands firmly grasped the bulging swell of Devin’s love handles. He started patting his gut with firm thumps. “Okay, look.”

Both warily and eagerly, Devin blinked into focus. His mouth gaped a half breathless “ooooohhh” as he took in the ballooned mass of flesh launched out in front of him, staring back from the mirror, filling the entire reflection edge to edge. Coach’s hands held the sides of his swollen back firmly, thumping its mass as he smirked with affection and lust over Devin’s shoulders. The fat jock reached out to grab his gut too, growing even more aroused at feeling four hands manhandling its tightly bulging mound, riding high despite its weight. He leaned back into Coach, hoisting his belly higher, both showing it off and signaling his submission to the inevitable.