chapter 15: a hearty christmas

Almost a year had passed since my first chat with coach. Maybe closer to 10 months. So basically a year.

It was time for winter holidays, a time for joy, a time for family, a time for food. My direct family was overseas, leaving me to stay with coach. The end of semester exams had meant spending more time studying and less time pigging out with coach, but now that would finally come to a halt.

He invited me into his home with open arms and a cute holiday sweater, displaying a grumpy saint nick watching tv.

"How about we weigh ourselves now? See if you can finally catch up to me" Excellent idea.

And it was close. 136.5 vs 138.2kg. The next two weeks would decide our fates.

"Think you'll reach 140 before me? I eat a lot during the holidays" Coach said as he was preparing our first feast. I snorted. He often boasted about his apetite, before spending most of our meals feeding me. "Yeah.. we'll see"

He certainly did his best, shovelling down more food than he usually did, but at this point it was easy for me to out-eat him. While he ate like a king, I ate like a pig, wolfing down as much of his delicious home made lasagna as possible. Telling him I was still hungry sent him back to feeder mode, standing up to supply my gut with the calories it demanded.

"Still think I won't beat you?" I asked, rubbing my belly cheekily. "Oh, I'm counting on it" Coach replied, sticking his tongue down my throat.

On christmas, we didn't have a special feast. No, that was not possible. Every day was a feast. There was no room for christmas to top anything. What could I want more than the constant flow of goodies brought to me on the couch, by a man who wanted nothing more than to cater to me.

The new year was spent sprawled on the couch, kneading my ever-larger belly whilst being hand-fed cookies. Coach always smiled, yearning to push me past him.

On the last day of the holidays, we checked our weights again. With coach's help, I had ballooned to a healthy 140.2kg, placing me above his 139.7.

That was enough to drive us wild. "Oh, fuck, look at what a fatso you've become" Coach growled, grabbing me from behind, cupping my overhang in his hands, feeling the two seperate bulges that had begun to appear. "You just can't stop eating, can you?"

He was right.