DEVIN MEETS HIS COACH

He couldn’t believe he was this huge now. He spread his legs to balance his weight before trying to walk. He pushed his belly out in disbelief, to test its full size. His shirt inched further up into his fattened pecs. The top button on his jeans blasted off with a pow. His legs and ass strained at his pants.

 As he lumbered stupidly toward the door, he felt the seams begin to give out under the pressure. His giant gut rocked from side to side, tight as a drum, bouncing heavily with each step. Once again, he bounced down the hallway like a concrete packed pinball, gut nearly denting the walls as he waddled. He didn’t care who stared at him in the bar. He just wanted to get to the car and sit down again. Coach plopped him back into the passenger side, struggling to push the seat back under Devin’s weight.

“Forget it. We’ll just have to drive fast.”

Devin dropped his head, in ecstasy, rubbing his belly as it swelled. Too drunk to fight it any longer, he passed out.

The pressure woke him. Eyes still closed, he tried to shake off the fog and sit up slightly, but he was held in place by something pressing against his stomach. And against both sides of his gut. Was that the door handle pushing against him on the right? Coach’s elbow, from the far side of the car? Was that the dashboard pushed into the front of his belly? Ohh – or was his belly the thing pushing threateningly against the dash??

He groaned softly, letting Coach know he was awake. He heard that they were driving. It sounded like they were on a highway.

“Awake, Fatboy? You must be feeling hungry.”

Shit. How could it be? That was exactly what he was feeling. Hungry. STARVING in fact. Devin shifted, trying again to sit up. He opened his eyes, not ready for what he saw.

“Fuuuuuck!!”

Coach pulled off the road into a drive-through and ordered nearly the entire menu. Devin wriggled pointlessly in his seat, unable to budge, unable to think about much but his raging hunger. Coach plopped the bags on top of his Fatboy’s giant belly like it was a table. The jock grew heady at the smells and tore into the food like an animal. There was no way he could fight it. That formula gave him no choice but to eat until this huge belly was filled beyond capacity. He was lost in devouring as they drove, seeing nothing but the bags of food and his bulging gut as he gorged, entranced.
Devin finally fell back sated, belly stuffed and pushing harder into the dashboard. The car rolled to a stop up a wooded road. Snow fell softly on the trees all around them. It was silent except for the crunch of Coach’s footsteps as he walked around the car. Devin shifted in his seat, only to realize he could barely budge. He looked out the window at Coach, nodding to open the door. He needed help. He couldn’t even get his arm between his belly and the door panel. Looking through the window, seeing Devin utterly filling the car, Coach whistled in amazement. He pulled the handle, and the door popped open with spring-loaded force. Devin’s packed belly blew outward, nearly knocking Coach off balance. 

To be continued.