chapter 3

The next day Kevin walked into practice and began to change into his uniform. He noticed his pants were a little snug having strain them to get them over his large ass and thick meaty thighs. He assumed the wash had shrunk them. He finally managed to get the pants on but couldn’t quite tie them. With one side of the pants in each hand Kevin tried to push them closer together but his belly was in the way. After five minutes of trying, Kevin breathing heavy and covered in sweat decided to just play with them un-tied. He put on his jersey which didn’t quite cover his belly and love handles and hustled out to the field. As he walked towards the field he noticed a vending machine in the corner of his eye. Still panting from putting his clothes on, he used his thick forearm to wipe the sweat from his brow.
“Well I guess I could use some fuel for the practice” said Kevin to himself, as his approached the vending machine, not realizing his belly had reached the glass before him. Using his chubby fingers he punched in the number 3-A. “mmmm Pork Rinds” my favorite.
Thrusting his hand, which almost didn’t fit into the bag, Kevin chowed down on fried pork wiping his hands on the top of his uniform. As he exited the school towards the field he saw coach looking at him with a smile. Kevin continued walking towards coach stuffing his face with pork rinds each step. Upon reaching coach Kevin emptied the bag into his mouth. Upon doing the sound of a seem ripping could be heard. The side of Kevin’s football pants had split upon; the overfed jocks thick thighs too large for even the stretchy fabric. Not even noticing Kevin said with a full mouth,
“Hiii coach”
“Hey Kevin! Here’s your drink!” Said coach handing already stuffed jock the appetite enhancer drink.
“Thanks coach”
“Alright Offensive line start your drills” yelled coach. While although the most of the boys on the o-line aren’t slim by any definition, even a child could tell Kevin was biggest of the big boys on the field. As the boys started running coach could immediately tell Kevin was slower than usually and quickly became out of breath.
“Hey Valastro! Come over here!” yelled coach. Kevin, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, swaggered over coach taking pauses to drink the coaches concoction to cool himself down.
“Moving a little slower today aren’t ya?” Asked Kevin once he finally made it to the sidelines.
“Yeah I don’t know what’s going on today” Said Kevin as he lifted up his jersey to wipe the sweat off his face revealing his new large tummy. Coach eyed him up and down, it was so obvious the boy had put on about 30 pounds of pure lard, but for some reason Kevin seemed oblivious to this fact. Just as coach was about to say something he heard Kevin’s stomach rumble so loud it was like thunder.
“Hey Kevin don’t worry about it, you don’t look so hot anyway you must be sick” Said coach lying. “Why don’t you just head into my office and watch tape”
“Sounds.. deep breath… good… deep breath… coach” Said Kevin who started walking back in. Realizing he could have Kevin pile on the pounds faster if he didn’t show up to practice Coach yelled towards Kevin.“Also Kevin, I want you to skip practice for the rest of the season and just show up to the games”
“Huh?” Kevin said puzzled”
“Yeah, I want you to uhh conserve your energy for the games. So everyday during practice I want you to just sit in my office and watch tape. And uh feel free to help yourself to any food you find in there”
The idea of sitting in the office and just watching tape was great to Kevin, he hated running drills, and especially lately he felt as though the gravity on earth had been turned up or something.
“Sound good coach” Said Kevin as he drank down the last of weight gain concoction, and headed towards the office. In the office he was shocked to find it fully stocked with cookies, and brownies and all of Kevin’s favorite Junk food. He couldn’t help himself, Kevin sunk into coach’s chair and hand over fist, ate and ate. The fattened jock could help himself. Hand over first he thrust cookies into his mouth. An hour went by and Kevin still wasn’t full. Kevin was almost in a food haze. He reached his chubby arm for another brownie and suddenly realized there weren’t any more left. Kevin twisted his fat head around and saw a cabinet.
“There must be more food in there” Kevin went to stand up and suddenly couldn’t. He tried again but something was preventing him getting up. After eating for an hour Kevin’s love handles had grown so much he was stuck between the arms of the chair. He looked around and grabbed the desk. Using all of his strength he peeled himself out of the chair and waddled over to the cabinet, his belly reaching it first. Unfortunately there was nothing but papers in there, but still ravenous Kevin got in his car (which sunk slightly upon his entry) and headed to Dunkin Donuts to pick up a dozen.