chapter 13: an end of summer

The latter half of the vacation was superior to the first in every way. With coach and I together together there were absolutely no inhibitions anymore. In our room, we'd constantly kiss and touch each other, him teasing me about my weight as he continued to supply me with enough food to feed a bear.

My weight obviously continued to rise, maybe even a bit faster. All this fat was being added to my body, pushing out my belly farther and farther, lower and lower. Constant and inescapable, like the waves of the ocean rolling on the beach outside.

Coach was spending all his time devoted to plumping me up, but the horniness added fuel to his own apetite, stuffing his face almost as often as I was.

Yes, these five weeks had transformed both of us, both mentally and physically, and I was dying to know what the scale would report back home.

We returned on the last sunday of the summer holidays, at his place. Him opening the door for me like a gentleman as always. Unpacking didn't take to long, since it was just me helping with his stuff.

"You ready?" Coach asked me, speaking of finding out what the damage had been. I nodded.
With excitement, I moved my heavier frame towards his bathroom.
"Wait, let's do me first. So you can see what you need to work towards"

Coach pulled his bathroom scales out from under the sink and stepped on. I had to read the number out for him. "134.6kg" A gain of 7 kilos... and it was for sure noticeable. Compared to before the vacation, his belly jutted out further and hung lower. His features had lost even more of the ex-jock look, transforming into just plain obese. What stood before me now was a man who had long succumb to gluttony, with no way of returning.

Now was my time to shine. I stepped on afterwards and held my breath out of excitement. Having to lean forward, I read the number: "122.3..." My heart exploded. 12 kilos in those 5 weeks. Putting me on par with coach's initial weight and then some.

And I looked the part. While coach congratulated me, I examined myself in the mirror. What looked back at me was a younger version of my old p.e. teacher, with less body hair. My belly wasn't quite as firm as what his was, comparing more to a balloon filled with porridge. My hips were also plumper, protruding behind both sides of my gut. But I, too, had grown into a fat man.

"How about we celebrate this with a bite to eat" Coach always knew what to say.