Coach rested the palms of his hands against the big bulging crest of his belly, and grinned smugly as his mountain of girth continued to take on more size. He chuckled
impishly, as his whopping front-end broadened, and surged forward like a zeppelin escaping it's hanger. He loudly smacked the colossal blimp with both hands, and
laughed at the sheer monstrosity of it. While still growing, he leaned back in his chair, and felt the floor rise up to meet his rump in a thundering crash. From
somewhere behind him, he heard his wife scream. Moments later, she was gone, and the house was silent
Staring up at the ceiling in shock, coach shifted his mammoth torso and took in a chest full of air. He flexed and stretched his arms, and felt the grin return to his face.
His favorite easy chair had been flattened to pulp under the force of his now gargantuan bulk. He swung one hand over the side of his gut, and rolled himself over,
feeling part of the recliner crunch underneath him. He was startled and pleased by the incredible destructive power of his body weight. His vast belly blotted out
everything. It seemed to stretch beyond the length of his arms and legs. Using what was left of the back of his chair for support, he struggled ponderously to his feet.
With herculean effort, he straightened his immense shoulders, and slowly pulled himself into an upright position. His eyes widened in astonishment as his mountainous
belly rose upward, and protruded forward like the nose on a 747. It was wonderfully, immensely, incomparably big.
The huge jock he had put on, had some how stretched to contain him, and he was grateful for the taunt support beneath his stomach, and around his butt cheeks.
Shifting his hips, he threw a leg forward,and heard china rattle in the cabinets. Walking took all the strength and stamina he could muster, but it was worth it, just to feel
the house rumbling beneath his every step. He paused before the bedroom doorway, resting his elbows against the sides of his gut as he took in air. He needed a place
to sit, and the bed was the only piece of furniture massive enough to hold him.
Resting a hand against the door frame for support, he reached out as far as he could to scratch the front of his belly. Patting his pot proudly, he swung it forward
allowing it to enter the bedroom ahead of him. Shifting to a waddle, he shimmied along, and watched his girth fill up the entire width of the doorway. The frame fit him
snuggly for a moment, and then he shoved himself the rest of the way through. Hoisting his bulk, he spread himself down, and savored the feel of the entire bed
sagging under his weight. He rubbed his sides playfully and reached for the phone.