chapter 5

Jack's father came home and made a small mention to Jack about his weight. Jack blushed, but was learning to control his sexual sensations. Fortunately, his dad didn't bring it up again.

The next college year brought Jack a major change in his lifestyle. The first week of community college, soccer practice started up again. Jack got a few stares from his team-mates as he trotted out in his too-tight kit, but he tried to ignore them. Then practice started: stretches, jogging, sprinting. Five minutes of that and Jack was ready to pass out. He felt tightness in his chest. His breath was gone and he had to sit down. The rest of the lads laughed and continued the routine, while Jack sat huffing and puffing. After practice, the coach visited Jack in the locker room...

"My God lad," the coach said, grabbing Jack's fleshy arm. "What have you done to yourself?"

"Uh..." Jack fumbled for words. He almost fainted from the sudden rush of hormones that overwhelmed him.

"You look like a tub of lard now," the coach continued, shaking him. "You need to get your act together. I don't know what you did over the summer, but if you don't get in shape soon you're off the squad!"

Jack continued to swoon. His face flushed and his boner throbbed (mostly hidden by the bulge of his belly, as he was sat down), but the coach's threats also stirred anger in him Recovering, Jack straightened up and shook himself free from the coach's grasp. Jack's life was at a crossroads and he didn't even know it.

"Y'know what Coach?" Jack said. "Shove the squad!" With that, he grabbed up his things and stormed from the gym.

He went straight out to get some dinner at the local McDonalds. He rarely allowed himself to eat such greasy fare, but ravenous from the day's events, he wolfed down a Big Mac and fries and went home; where Lucy was waiting in the kitchen in a skimpy apron and high heels. When Jack got in, she wrapped her arms in a hug around her sweaty stepson, almost engulfing his face in her huge bosom.
"Hey honey, welcome home, I hope you're hungry." she smiled "I cooked a great big lasagne, but your dad's stuck late at work again - so I'm relying on your manly appetite to do justice to my cooking"

The heavenly smell of delicious food drifted to Jack's nose, and even though he'd already eaten at Maccy D's his belly rumbled, his mouth watered and his boner rose again. Lucy steered him to the table and served him the first of several heaping plates, with a kiss on the cheek.
"Eat up now, honey"

Jack ate and ate until his belly was swollen, his face was red and sweaty and his boner throbbed painfully.
Lucy smiled as she watched him gorge, then she brought him a milkshake for dessert and hugged him again.

"I'm so glad you enjoy my cooking, sweetie" Lucy said while he gulped the cold shake down and she kissed his cheek again. Then she leaned close to his ear and whispered "Even though you've put on a little weight" she gently stroked his swelling belly and said "but that's ok you know - you're a growing boy"

Jack blushed redder than ever before, if his sexpot stepmom kept this up he was going to come in his pants any second.
Lucy turned away and made sure to give Jack a good view of her big firm round butt as she bent to take the plates from the table. When she headed through to the kitchen she heard Jack stagger slowly up the stairs to his room, and as soon as she heard the door close and the creak when he fell heavily on the bed, there followed the muffled rythmic sounds of him frantically whacking off.
Lucy leaned against the humming dishwasher and shoved her fingers into her soaking panties, bringing herself off almost as fast and hard as Jack was doing upstairs.

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September turned into October, and Jack's activities dwindled even more as autumn took over. As the cool days turned colder, Jack started staying home a lot. He wasn't generally eating very much more (after all he'd already been quite a big eater before, being a soccer player), but was very inactive for his age. Lucy encouraged his sedentary lifestyle by buying him lots of movies and games. The subscription she bought him for the online multiplayer 'Realm of the BattleShire' game really helped keep his butt glued to his computer chair .

Lucy was also eager to help stimulate Jack's appetite. Since she couldn't give him pills anymore with the chance of his father finding out, Lucy instead started leaving goodies all around the house. As Jack lounged lazily, he always seemed to find them. And whenever she got chance Lucy would just sweetly serve him a little something sugary or greasy wherever he was sat, with a flirty hug or a kiss on the cheek for spice.

Fall turned into winter and Jack was becoming a hermit. He was blowing off her friends left and right, never wanting to go out. His weight had climbed to 207 pounds and he was wearing waist 40" jeans up from his former size 30".

As winter turned into spring, Jack was no doubt plump & pudgy. His weight had climbed to 223lbs, but more than that, his strength was waning badly. His arms were no longer able to make a muscle; the best he could muster was a soft mound in the middle of his bicep. His flabby moobs would definitely overflow a B cup now, maybe even a C. His belly was round and bulging and had grown a twin fold on it and he could no longer suck it in. Where once he was able to do 100 sit-ups without sweating, he could now barely manage 5. His firm butt was now gone, replaced by two globs of softness that jiggled with every step. Even his thighs--his once mighty thighs--had gone to seed. Previously powerful, tanned and muscular, Jack's thighs now resembled two piles of pale Jell-O. They wobbled and rubbed together whenever he walked.

Over the course of the cold winter, he was able to hide most of this from view. He looked bigger, yes, but not so soft. As spring's arrival ushered in warmer weather, Jack kept wearing winter clothes as long as possible. When the temperature hit 80 degrees, however, he finally had to give them up. He was not prepared for the comments from his classmates that followed.

"How could you do this to yourself?" said one cute hotty in the cafeteria line at lunchtime.

"You have REALLY let yourself go," said a pretty brunette girl called Collette as she strode past him while he puffed along the corridor.

"My God Jack, you blew up dude! What have you been eating?" said an ex-teammate from soccer as they sat waiting to start a maths class.

"Just about everything by the looks of it!" giggled the redhead girl who sat across the row. "You're never going to get a date looking like that!"

That would have upset most people, but Jack was different. As he stood there, his hormones surged again. The more his friends made fun of him--the more they told him he looked fat--the hornier he got. He knew he looked fat, but them telling him only turned him on more and more. He was building to orgasm right there. Hearing that he was getting too fat to even find a date made his hormones reach new levels.

After class, Jack hurried home from college. He had to get out of there before he came in his pants. His own worst enemy was between his legs. It was starting to control him.

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