Chapter 8 - sports

Noura was worried she pushed Michael too far, he was a mess and he had a tennis match to play with Marty in the morning and Keith was counting on him for his basketball team in the afternoon.

Luckily, Michael was getting used to being overstuffed and despite being pushed over his limit he was recovering very fast, a little bit of the pig medicine and he would be back on his feet in a minute.

When they arrived at the Tennis club Marty was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

“Michael, you are late! I thought you weren't coming” Marty wheezed.

“Marty, Relax. We still have over an hour” Michael said, calmily.

Noura thought it would be fun to make Marty more nervous, so she had an idea.

“Michael, you might need some extra energy today” Noura said “Go to the hot dog stand and only stop eating when I say so”

Michael turned around, but Noura called him back.

“take your shirt off, we don’t want ketchup stains on it, right?” she said with a grin.

Michael made his way to the hot dog stand by the side of the court and started munching one hotdog after another.

Noura had something in mind, make his belly super round, but not make him sick, this would make the game more interesting.

When Michael’s belly was just like the way Noura pictured she called him back. While Michael was at the hotdog stand, Chase arrived and was already in a passive - aggressive argument, Chase didn’t win a single match against Marty since Michael arrived and Marty loved to brag about it.

“We are better than you and in better shape too! Marty laughed poking Chase’s belly with his racket.

“I’m not the one that you should be worrying about staying in shape” Chase said as Michael entered the court, his belly pushing far out and with traces of ketchup on the side of his mouth.

“Michael, what are you doing?!” Marty said in despair.

“I Got… rrrrp.... hungry” Michael said rubbing his belly.

“Go warm up, we will talk about this later” Marty Commanded.

Just like Noura predicted Michael’s stuffed gut was an obstacle, it made him a little slower and he was easily out of breath.

She was having a great time, unlike Marty. He was pissed, whenever Michael missed an easy shot or failed to reach an easy ball he would scream.

Michael was a little embarrassed, Noura could notice that he was trying to hold his burps, it was extremely fun for her when he failed to hold one and it echoed over the silent court.

In the end Marty and Michael won, but wasn’t a landslide like the previous matches, Marty was out of himself, they once again went to the club’s restaurant to celebrate and Noura once again asked for a show from Michael.

This time was different, Michael did put on a show again, the best one yet, but this time he had an audience as Marty was paying close attention to Michael.

By the end of the lunch Michael was an overstuffed beached whale, shamelessly rubbing his belly, this was another change in Michael’s behaviour, he was getting a little bit aware when in public, he even unconsciously the button of his jeans in a restaurant once.

Marty sat next to Michael and observed his gluton partner.

“Michael, we have to talk” Marty began “You need to watch out what you eat”

“Ok…” Michael said, pretending now to know what Marty was talking about.

“I know you are young and think you’ll keep this fit body no matter what, but I noticed you’ve been indulging lately and if you take too much to change it’ll be too late” Marty explained.

“Right, I’ll try to control myself '' Michael said, a little embarrassed.

“You are a good guy, I just want what’s best for you” Marty said, patting michael’s shoulder

Noura watched all in delight, Michael wouldn’t be punished that night.

Later they both left the tennis club together, she would drop him at the court that Keith’s team used to play, she didn’t have an excuse to watch them play, so she would observe from far.

“Can you please give me a little bit of the sickness medicine” Michael asked when they entered her car.

“After the basketball” Noura said without looking at him.

“But you know I suck when I play stuffed” Miachel moaned “You saw how terrible I was earlier”

“Keep whining and I’ll make you eat more” Noura threatened.

“You can’t be serious” Michael said “Can you be a little less crazy for once”

Suddenly Noura took a sharp turn and entered the drive thru of a burger place.

“I won’t eat it” Michael said.

she took a bag with two burgers and put on his lap, he didn’t open it.

“You’ll either eat it now or when we arrive at the court, it’s up to you” she explained.

They remained silent the rest of the way, when they got there Michael left the car and left the bag, Noura called him back.

“Listen you little brat, you either eat this or I’ll make you so full tonight that you will regret being born” she threatened.

Michael thought it would be best if he ate the burgers, when he met the other guys he was painfully stuffed.

“Michael! you are late!” Keith yelled, throwing a ball to Michael that he poorly fumbled.

“Sorry, I lost track of time” Miachel explained, picking up the ball.

“No worries, you are on my team” Keith said, taking his shirt off.

Michael wasn’t very thrilled to be on the shirtless team, but he had no choice and took his shirt exposing his overstuffed middle. Everyone starred when he entered the court.

“What?” he asked.

“nothing” Keith said, laughing as he passed Michael the ball.

Michael played very badly, so bad that Keith almost kicked him off the team, the only reason for him not doing it was that their bench consisted of Josh and Jeremy, the first one was and overweight bald middle aged guy that they only invited out of respect and the second was his intern that was so thin that a small breeze could easily take him away, two worse options than Michael.

Noura watched Michael struggle the whole game with delight, she knew that overstuffing him before playing would make it hard for him, but she didn’t think she would enjoy it that much, when Michael entered her car she was horneir than ever, she had to make a huge effort to control herself until they got to her home.

That was a night that Michael would hardly forget.