chapter 5: a growing feeling

After another month, all the private sessions with coach were starting to blur together, just a big soup of food and working out. We've started getting pretty close, and used that closeness to call it earlier and go out for another bite to eat. Seeing Coach scoff down another McDonalds meal or Box of chicken nuggets after the afternoon donuts always reinvigorated my own apetite.

I had truly never eaten that well and it was starting to show. While my Biceps and other muscles were certainly continuing their growth, I had also noticed some extra mass to my gut. Nothing much, but it seemed a bit softer than usual. But somehow, I didn't care. Maybe it's because I'm spending so much time with a guy bigger than me, who was making me feel like it's ok. No more shame about my body.

Coach was bigger than me for sure, and I had also noticed some changes about him. His shirt clinging a bit tighter to his gut, his ass being a bit more plump. But maybe I was just imagining those things.

The next time coach weighed me in, I had put on about 2kg, mostly muscle, raising my weight to 94.5. Coach also took the liberty to step on and lo and behold, he had shot past 120 and landed straight on 120.5kg.

"And, still think I look fine?" Coach said that with a hand on his spare tire and a grin on his face.

"Yeah" and again, I completely meant it.

He shook his head in amusement. "Well, back to lunch. Where do you wanna go later? KFC?"

"Sure"

Coach was crazy. And I loved it.

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Spring came around and one morning as I was getting dressed for school, my pants seemed more reluctant than usual to fit around my waist. Scratch that. I'd been having trouble putting them on for a while now, just always moved that thought to the side.

At first I had told myself that it was somehow because of all the muscle I was acquiring, but surveying myself in my wardobes mirror confirmed the opposite - what I was really acquiring was a serious case of a beginner potbelly.

Nothing much, but it was evident that my once small amount of fat had begun to creep out and protrude over my waistband with more significance.

But standing there, scanning myself up and down, instead of feeling glum, all I could think about was how strong and robust I looked. Kind of like a smaller version of Coach. I mean, that guy has a large gut and is basically the most powerful and appealing man I knew. His size gives him this presence that I had never experienced with anyone else. If putting on some weight myself could make me more like him, I'd be fine.

Nodding, I made a note to myself to buy bigger jeans and approached my kitchen to make myself my morning shake, as coach had suggested I should start doing.