It's a Growing Sport Part 7 (Finale)

(Thank you all for your patience, I know it was difficult wanted to read more but having to wait so long. This new job is insane and I'm having a hard time finding time to write. Hopefully things slow down soon and I can get back to enjoying my free time. Aside from that, I hope you enjoy the finale of the first extended story to be posted to my page.)

The following week, everything had dramatically changed. Coach moved me to the front line, and I saw for the first time just how much I had grown with his help. Garret was known as the biggest guy on the team, but when I stood next to him, it just revealed that he was the fattest, and not the most physically built. I had taken that title. During practices I could still out run over half the team. But when it came to holding my new position as linebacker, no one could get past me. I used my new strength to not only hold the opposing team back, but even push through them and get to their quarterback.

Even better. Coach was as impressed as ever with me and my skills, and I continued to be impressed by his growth. As was the team. Coach had bought a larger polo, which he kept tucked into his red gym shorts. This only showed off the size of his swelling gut even more. He looked as though he were 12 months pregnant, practically 3 months overdue. His gut rolled over his waistline with just enough hang to hide the front band of his shorts. Every step or moment he made caused his belly to shake and jiggle under his shirt. Even other members of the team noticed his growth and would point it out to me during practice, joking that Coach was meant to be helping me bulk up, not the other way around. If they only knew the reality of it. I was surprised none of them noticed when Coach and I would lock eyes and he would grab his big balls, acting as if he were casually adjusting himself.

Before and after practice, I would sneak off to Coach’s office, where he would lock the door and lower the blinds. Once he had, he would use his massive swollen gut to push me against his desk or the wall and kiss me. He would often pull open a drawer and pull out a box of pastries, a six pack. I would feed them to him while I rubbed his belly while he pushed it into me or bounced it. We wouldn’t leave his office until the box was empty, and nine out of ten times it ended with him on his knees eating a donut off my cock.

We had expanded our weekend buffet eat outs to be included at least four to five times throughout the week. I had stopped trying to outeat him, but he happily scarfed every ounce of food he could into his gut. I usually ended up going back to grab him plates again and again. Afterwards, our lunches at his house had turned into a full on porno. Kissing, and making love to one another. He’d lay on top of me, using his full weight to pin me down, and kiss me. I also discovered that he was a total bottom, a dominant bottom you could say. He’d give me orders while I fucked him or he bounced on my cock. My favorite moments were when I would lay on my back and he would bounce on my cock and bounce his growing belly, squeezing the sides and showing just how big he was getting, asking me if I liked his big gut and “Coach” wanted me to make him bigger. Of course I would happily oblige, while I fed him snacks and sandwiches we had picked up on our way home.

Our dinner rituals had turned into me tying him to his chair and feeding him every ounce of food he had prepared, or that we had gotten for takeout. Amounts of food that were meant for families of 10 would end up in his gut. I was always baffled by how much he could fit into his gut. I loved watching him struggle, and especially enjoyed seeing his cum spurt out from under his gut and onto the floor when he was reaching his capacity. I always stripped down and thrust my cock into his hairy navel, which always made him groan in painful pleasure as I forced him to belch with my thrusts.

Every night, after our feeding sessions, we’d crawl into bed and fall asleep together. I loved feeling his arm around me while we both rubbed his gut. Of course I always woke up in the night with a need to fuck his taut swollen belly. Life was good. No. It was great. He was great. Coach may be a hard ass on the field, but in the confines of his office or home, he was my ass to feed and fuck to my heart’s content. By the time football season was over, the coach had ballooned to 350 lbs of muscle and big fat ball belly. In his truck on our way home, with him in the passenger seat chowing down on burger number four, he took my hand and put it on his belly.

“I want to get even bigger.” He belched. “Wanna see how big you can make me by next season?”

I smiled widely. I lifted his shirt and plunged my middle finger into his hairy navel, causing him to gasp and moan in pleasure. I loved how his belly button was tied to his cock. “I’m game. But if you really want to push your size, you’ll have to stop working out completely.”

“Deal.” He said with a groan. “Just feed me and breed me, boy. Make me the biggest coach in the state.”

I chuckled. “I plan to.”