Chapter 3 - confessions of a football star

It was late one Friday night. Most of the others had disappeared to bed, leaving Bobbi with Tommy and Paul, two good-looking guys from the football crowd; sharing a bong in Paul’s bedroom. They’d talked about all sorts of shit all evening and had become so high that they’d forgotten that they’d even sent out for pizza. That was, until Bobbi’s phone rang from the delivery guy waiting downstairs. Then, in the time it had taken Bobbi to collect the food, Paul had fallen asleep, slumped on the floor; leaving only Tommy still conscious.

“Wake him up!” Bobbi laughed. “We’ve got three pizzas to finish here!”

“Nah, fuck him!” Tommy laughed boyishly. “I’ll eat his pizza!” Then, snatching two of the boxes from Bobbi, he proceeded to stack three of the pizza slices on top of each other, sinking his teeth into them all simultaneously.

Bobbi didn’t especially mind that Paul was going to be out of action. Of the pair of them, Tommy was the better looking and more fun one to be around; especially when he was half naked, like this. He looked like he had been genetically engineered for football, with his huge, towering frame and broad shoulders. He had hands the size of dinner plates and a voice deeper than anyone one else in the building. Still, Bobbi was taken aback by the sight of the guy’s gluttony. Tommy was so high, he probably didn’t even realise how ridiculous he looked. Being part of the college football team, the guy had a toned six-pack and ruggedly built shoulders and arms; yet, here he was, stuffing his face like a pig and chewing like some sort of cement mixer.

“I have a friend who would love you,” Bobbi laughed, thinking of Edith. “She adoires guys with a good appetite!”

Tommy smirked. “I love my food!” he nodded.

“My friend likes fat guys though,” Bobbi shrugged, realising that Tommy’s athletic body probably wouldn’t interest Edith in the way that she personally appreciated it.

Chewing a little faster, Tommy nodded enthusiastically. His mind didn’t seem capable of holding onto the thread of a conversation for long. “Wouldn’t you love to know what it feels like to be really fucking fat?” he asked suddenly. “Like, not just chubby, but proper, huge-bellied, big tits, waddling fat boy sort of thing?”

“Well, I’m a girl,” Bobbi replied, rolling her eyes at how frequently she had to remind these boys of that fact. “So… not really. Although maybe it would be interesting to know what big tits feel like,” she added jokingly, before Tommy could make a joke about her being flat-chested. She chuckled to herself, adding this conversation to the list of mindless things they had chatted about that evening.

“I have,” Tommy confessed. “I’ve thought about it a lot, growing up. I even used to jerk myself off to the idea in the past.” He grinned, eyes rolling around in his head, seeming to comprehend on some level just how stupid he sounded. “Fuck! That was some powerful shit!” he laughed, silently blaming the bong for his runaway mouth. “Shit, man! My head is all over the place!”

Despite everything, Tommy made a good effort on the pizzas, almost demolishing the second one entirely; until he too succumbed to the inevitable drowsiness and fell fast asleep.