chapter 16: a fat ending

Being the heavier one of us brought upon two changes:
For one, coach had become even more accommodating to my needs, proud of his growing boy.
For the other, I realized how much I wanted more. It was as if my body was telling me that it was not enough to simply be a bit larger than coach, it was downright demanding to swell up way past him.

And so nothing changed. With me back to school, and coach back to teaching, everything was back to normal. I was the fat kid in class, but nobody seemed to really care. Today's youth, huh? I could comfortably snack on gummy bears during lessons and nobody would bat an eye. And I used to be ashamed of my body for what?

Regarding p.e. lessons, coach had, since last year, put me in a special program by myself, making sure I got as little cardio as possible. Not that much was possible anymore. With my greater size, running was out of the question. I could maybe jog for a few seconds, that was it.

Really all I was capable of was disposing of regular quantities of food. My body was the voucher for that. Somehow I was surprised when, a month and another 4kg later, another pair of jeans wouldn't button. Jeans that coach and I had bought together, for both of us to wear.

Being a whole size larger than coach filled me with a real sense of pride. And it obviously made him happy as well, the way he gleefully acted around me later, with a jump in his step and a donut for me in his hand.

Comparing our bodies became more and more glaring. With him kind of plateauing at a beach ball sized gut, jutting out firm and round in all directions, plump moobs sitting on top and coming round to the sides. Thick legs and arms. He looked like an over-inflated lumberjack. Or a particularly round santa.
But I never stopped growing. My belly hanging down lower, fusing with my chubby love handles. My tits softer and larger than his, covered with less hair. I was truly massive at that point, had been for a while. Coach had fattened me up beyond obesity.

But that wasn't quite the end of it.
In march, a global pandemic spread out, causing school to be online. My last months of school would be spent living with coach. After that, I'd have my degree and could start working. Coach had actually worked out a plan where I'd be working from home for the company his relatives owned. Designing websites and promotional material for the hotel's brand.

Now that I'd be staying with coach for the foreseeable future, we decided to cut down on the gaining a bit. You know, we had all the time in the world, might as well slow down and savor the moments.

Nevertheless, where coach was, food was not far away. With his continued encouragement I still put on about 1.5kg a month.

Epilogue

"Honey, I'm home!" My boyfriend hat returned from work, bearing a bag with a suspicious yellow "M" on it. I saved the project I was working on and turned to face him. "How was work?"

"Oh you know, same old, telling students to run some laps" he answered, placing the bag in front of me.

"I'm sure you can think of some slightly more fun ways to spend a lesson" leaning back in anticipation of the feeding that was to come.

"You've been getting some more grey hairs recently. Looks cute" I added on.

"Show your poor dad some more respect, boy" he replied with an affectionate smile, pulling out some fries.

"No, I think they look great. Really manly"
He huffed, amused at my fascination of his older body. "Shut up and eat"

10 minutes later we were in bed, me sucking on his cock like a kitten trying for milk. Not easy to do with all the belly in the way. Coach stood in front of me, his heavy gut resting on my head. Scattered around were packaging and cartons of various fast food items, most of which had ended up inside of me.

Coach treated me well, and my 180kg body showed it. Almost 400lbs looked good on me; I filled out all my clothes and was on the precipice of needing a size larger. My immense paunch was always in the way, covering my lap when I sat and sinking into the table in front of me. Spreading my legs meant that it would make contact with the seat.

Really what got me off was the difference between us now. Coach had gone from being much larger than me to seemingly small in my presence. Like yes, he was fat, but you put him next to a blimp like me and suddenly it doesn't look as much.

What mattered was that we were happy together, we even had plans of marrying soon. Any plans for weight loss however, were non-existant.

The end.

Thanks to anyone who enjoyed this fantasy with me, I had a blast writing this, even if it went on for a bit longer than I had originally planned, and more stories will be on the way.