Ty slowly sunk down into his chair while staring at Coach Fowler's colossal belly.
"Gawd Ty," whispered Dustin under his breath, "what did you do to him?" Ty didn't know how to answer. He never realized that coach would keep getting fatter
and fatter, and eventually double in weight before the all-important divorce papers were signed. Ty sunk deeper into his chair, and shuddered with embarrassment.
"So YOU'RE the one responsible for this!" grunted the coach, loudly spanking the side of his gigantic gut. Shifting himself imposingly, the huge man maneuvered his
immense bulk around the desk, and blotted out everything in the room while looking down at Ty. Ty felt as if he was being buried under a great swelling avalanche
of belly. He pushed his hand against the huge mattress of gut filling the coaches shirt and struggled to speak.
"Ah...ah...I...can TRY to make you smaller," he finally managed. Coach brought up a belly laugh so deep, it made his big front end bounce spectacularly.
"You'll do nothing of the kind young man," coach responded, leaning back and puffing himself larger. The shocked expression on the faces of both boys forced
another rumbling laugh to rise from coach's vast equator.
"But you won't be able to coach," Dustin objected, "not when the principal sees how big you've grown!"
"I'll take care of the principal," answered the big man, patting his stomach, "and as for coaching...I could be wide as this room and still be the best coach this place
has ever had!" The boys knew they couldn't argue with all the trophies and college recruiters that surrounded the school's varsity football team, so they continued to
protest in silence.
"Early this morning, I found a scale big enough to hold me," the coach continued, "and I'm only a few dozen candy bars over seven hundred."
"Only!" exclaimed Ty, unable to hide his astonishment.
"Hey," barked the coach impatiently, "if you think I can't carry it, why don't you try making me even bigger!" With that, coach widened his stance, rested his fists
against his hips, and thrust out his belly in Ty's direction. Ty stared at the colossal bulging sphere, watching it rise and fall with the coach's breathing. Ty looked at
Dustin, and then back at the coach's huge protruding gut.
"C'mon Son," coach roared, spanking his pot ferociously, "let's see you put some REAL size on this thing!" Ty swallowed hard. He closed his eyes, and tried to
concentrate. Slowly, the coach's huge knit shirt began stretching tighter around a belly that resembled an expanding balloon. When Ty opened his eyes, coach was
measuring his girth with both hands, and deliberating.
"That's only fifty pounds," he complained, "a drop in the bucket for a man as big as me!" Ty thought back to yesterday when coach had been thrilled to gain half as
much weight. Ty scrunched up his face, and stared directly at the coach's huge pot.
The big ball instantly ballooned over a hundred pounds larger in size. Coach rocked forward with the terrific gain, then slowly straightened himself, thrusting back
his massive shoulders, and sticking his pot out all the more impressively. Dustin shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"More?" Ty questioned. Coach planted himself, swatted his mountain of gut, and winked back at Ty with an eager grin. The next spurt of growth descended like a
thundering ocean wave.
"OOOOh Yeah!" coach bellowed with pleasure, as he lifted his elbows and watched his girth get as big around as a tractor tire. When he shifted his weight, pencils
and clip boards rolled and bounced off of his desk. He stretched his hands toward the ceiling and brought them down, smacking his tire-sized love-handles with a
whopping crack and laughing maniacally.
"MORE!" he commanded. Dustin leaped out of his chair, and grabbed hold of Ty as coaches bulk began filling the office.
"Stop it! Stop it!" shouted Dustin frantically, as the giant coach continued to swell bigger. When the growing finally stopped, the back of coach's head was bumping
the ceiling. Using his elbows for leverage, he shifted himself, and felt his butt and belly pressing against the walls. The plaster popped and crackled as he took in a
great deep breathe.
"Still think I'm TOO BIG to coach football?" he groaned as the walls and floor boards strained against him. Ty and Dustin wriggled and squirmed to get their chins
above the crest of coach's gut. Gulping for air, they could only flail about, helplessly pinned like bugs against coach's hugely inflated balloon belly.