Randy
By: GuyGuy

I’ve been a college football coach for almost 15 years. Needless to say in that time I’ve had more than my fair share of tasty meals. Sometimes, I just get the hunger and eat the first guy I can find. That gardener, say, or maybe some random jock from the high school across town. But when I can, I like to do a little preparation. When I first started coaching, it was all kinda accidental. I’d just happen to notice one or two jock who were rounding out, and getting too fat for the team. So it made sense to take care of em; kill two birds with one stone. Slowly I began to realize that I preferred the taste of fat jock meat to just any regular guy off the street. And that’s when I began preparing my meals.

Since then, I’ve helped fatten up dozens of handsome young men, only to devour them when they get to the right level of plumpness. Some of them were gay, which made the whole thing more fun (sex and food… What could be better?) but some of em were just dumb straight guys. Either way, they all ended up in my big ol coach belly. I suppose I should introduce myself. You can call me coach Coleman. I’m 6’2” tall, about 380 pounds of beef and belly fat. I have a nice round hairy 70 inch belly and a beefy pair of tits—and the belly is capable of getting a lot bigger, depending on how much is in it.

I suppose the best story I can tell you is one of my proudest accomplishments: Randy White. Now Randy started his college career as a pretty small guy, 5’10”, only 160 pounds. I took him under my tutelage during his sophomore year and spent the better part of the year helping him to fatten up. I found out he was gay after the first few months, which added a nice dimension to the whole fattening process. Most nights we’d meet up, he and I would get stuffed and then we’d rub bellied and jerk off together. I knew that one night, I’d finally fuck him and then enjoy the nice tasty meal I’d fattened. This happened to be that night:

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Randy came to the locker room at about 8:00pm. He was right on time for his final weigh in and feeding. And it was good too, cause my gut was starting to grumble.

"Hi coach, boy am I starved. All I could think about was dinner. I dunno, it's not that you cook real good, I mean you don't cook at all but the shakes are great! They leave me wanting more and more, they kinda stimulate me, know what I mean?"

"Yeah I know what you mean kid, if you only know what I meant!" I thought to myself. "Well I'm glad you like it, now shut up and get over here."

I pointed to the corner of the office where the beam scale stood. Randy had only visited it once before, before all this began, and I wanted to see how much the little weights totaled.

"Take off that sweatshirt, probably would add a pound or two, wouldn't want that."

"I dunno coach, at the rate I've been grown', I don't think it'll make that much difference."

Randy hooked his thumbs into his very tight sweat pants, and released the hem of the sweatshirt, and with a quick motion, stripped it up and over his head. The front of the shirt hung up on his gut, and in the effort to pull it up, he lifted the solid mass that now occupied his abdomen up until it released from the cloth binding it. I watched amused as his bloated gut bounced up and down for a minute, until gravity got the best of it and pulled it into a nice forward sticking, yet slightly sagging belly. Not really a jelly belly, but a hefty boy-gut, smooth and firm with a prominent belly-button fuzzed and crowning his treasure trail. I noticed it had increased in length, now growing down and under his gut curve.

"All right, step up boy!"

"Yes Sir!"

He stepped onto the scale pad, his big squared off feet filling it to almost overflowing. The beam sailed up with a resounding CLANK! I had not reset it since it last read 200#. I was standing facing him, with the scale between our bellies, I began to push the weight over, over, over, 210, 220, 230, 240, 250, 260! The beam thunked down, so I returned the 10's to 250 and sailed the little 1's over till the beam thunked again. Repeating the process, we finally arrived at 253.

"Two hundred and fifty three pounds!"

"Cool!"

"You like that Randy?"

"Fuck yeah coach, wow, 253 in less than a year. Aren't you proud of me coach?"

"It's a start kid, it's a start. Tell me Randy, have you been eating on the weekends? Gettin' enough calories?"

"Fuck yeah coach, I mean YES SIR coach! I eat till I pop and drink gallons of beer. Man, you should see me put away the suds now. Man, I musta' been a light-weight before you started workin' on me."

I looked him over again. The pecs were still there, but somewhat larger, softer, his nipples pointing even more toward his gut. His belly started just under his chest now, curving out and away a good foot and a half, then straightening out to continue down till tucking in under his navel area. He looked close to 50 inches relaxed. My gut let our a loud rumble.

“Sounds like coach is hungry.”

“You have no idea,” I thought to myself, licking my lips and starting at Randy’s sumptuous jock meat.

Randy was tinkering with the weights, still standing on the scale pad when I started walking around to the desk area. My desk was as usual, cleaned off except for the cloth but no red and blue coolers this time. Instead, two clear glass pitchers dominated the table.

Randy glanced around and noticed a new addition in the room.

"What'cha got there sir, a new refrigerator?" He was pointing to the brown box standing near the desk.

"Not exactly a refrigerator, more like a cooler. A keg cooler."

"All right Coach! But where's the tap?"

I dug the tap apparatus out of the box , and walked over to where he was standing. I aimed the business end at his belly and poked it into the firm yet yielding flesh.

"Get to work, it's liquid dinner tonight! Gotta celebrate!"

"All right!"

He stepped off the scale, and padded over to the cooler. Carefully removing the cap from the top, he plugged the steel tube into the keg and screwed it in tight. He then opened the tap and drew off some foam. In a few seconds, a clear amber stream of brew was pouring out.

"Man, don't wanna waste this. So where are the glasses coach. I like mugs myself, what do you drink out of?"

"No glasses tonight boy, just simple pitchers."

I motioned to the table, and I could see his eyes widen in anticipation of a real man to man beerfest.

"Pour em off Randy!"

"You don't have to order me twice Coach."

He quickly picked up a pitcher and like a pro, tilted the lip up to the tap nozzle and let loose until the liquid filled the pitcher with only a small head.

"One for coach."

Then he filled his pitcher up and picking the one for me up in his other hand, he sauntered over to where I was standing and playfully pushed the cold pitcher into my own substantial belly.

"Fill 'er up Coach!" He winked, and smiled.

I clanked my pitcher against his and brought it to my lips, while I was busy downing the beer in big gulps, I could hear that familiar ugh ugh sound that signaled Randy's continuous intake. He was keeping up with me swallow for swallow. A few moments later, with a big swipe of his meaty forearm, he wiped the suds from his lips and let out a nice belch. I responded in kind. Before I knew it, he grabbed my pitcher and began filling it and his own again.

"Two for coach and two for me."

1 Hour Later

"Six for coach and six for me. fuck coach, I've never drank so much in my life and I'm still not drunk. Kinda light headed, but not drunk."

I surveyed the damage. Randy was sitting across from me, the pitcher precariously balanced on one huge thigh, one huge bare thigh. He lost the sweat pants a few minutes ago. We were both sitting in our jocks, comfortable, lazy and bloated. Bloated was not the word. Randy lifted the pitcher slowly to his lips, muttering something prior to beginning the chug.

"Here goes another 4 inches."

He began to grow visibly as he chugged the amber liquid into his gut. Now resting between his massive muscular thighs was a thing of real beauty. I could barely contain my excitement looking at him rounding out—I knew he was going to make a tasty piece of meat. His gut looked to be at least 70 inches around! He finished half of the chug and rested the pitcher on his bloated gut, chuckling and watching the liquid lazily slosh back and forth as he giggled. I could hear the sound of sloshing liquid within his massive stomach. He slid up with a little effort to sit more upright in the chair, after grabbing the tottering pitcher. He drained off the rest of the beer and set the glass down beside him. Placing a big hand on each side of the tan mass, he began to push the bloated stomach back and forth.

"Man, look at this gut Coach. I'm fuckin' huge! Let's compare bellies!"

He hoisted his now front heavy frame out of the chair and walked (waddled) over to behind the desk. I stood up somewhat slowly and our gut's touched.

"Nice work Randy!”

I looked down at the twin globes between us, marveling at the size and dimensions of his newly acquired girth.

I pushed Randy away with my stomach and back towards the desk. He got on, sitting thighs spread, his fuzz covered belly filling his lap. I parted his thighs further, making him lay back, his round jock-gut rising into the air above him. I fished out my throbbing cock and placed it gently between his cheeks. I reached up with one hand to massage his bloated gut in lazy circles and pushed my dick into him.

Randy didn’t seem to mind his coach entering him. Instead he began to stretch further out on the desk till I was at one end between his legs and his head and arms hung over the other end. He managed to pull the cooler, which was on rollers over till the tap was right above his open mouth. Nice idea Randy! I could hear the stream flowing into his open mouth and his gulping and quickly placed a hand on his stomach to feel the results.

I pushed myself deeper inside Randy as I felt him beginning to swell under my fingers. His

gut was bloating up and out, and I was beginning to fuck him harder. “Damn, this kid is going to taste so fucking good,” I thought to myself as I thumped his gut, the cool bass drum sound sounding even louder and deeper as his gut grew larger… and larger. I couldn’t believe this gorgeous fat jock was blowing himself up just for me. I had to wipe the drool from my mouth as I pounded him even deeper. Soon enough, stud, soon enough.

I could see Randy moaning in pleasure as his belly filled with the cool amber beer while his big coach filled him with his meat. He was so blissfully unaware of just how tasty he looked, but he’d soon know.

"Yeah fat boy, drink. Drink to your gut's content. No alcohol, just calories, sweet beer, yeah, gonna make you fat, so fat you can't stand up, a big blimp belly with arms. Yeah, grow Randy, grow. Grow for coach. Coach is fuckin hungry and ready to gobble you up."

He probably didn’t even notice what I said. I was so busy fucking him and he was so delirious from the sensations of being filled from both ends. Suddenly I saw him twitch, and watched as he shot ropes of cum all over his bloated gut. I couldn’t contain myself and shot my load inside him a few seconds later.

I collapsed on his belly and noticed he’d sucked the keg dry. All that beer was now inside his bloated belly. Finally, after months of feeding and fattening this stud, it was time for my big meal.

Randy hoisted his bloated body off the desk, his gut flowing over his thighs to rest out in front of his knees like a barrel I reached out to touch the marvelous belly.

“Randy, you’ve done real good for coach,” I whispered in his ear as I stroked his full gut. He was clearly delirious. “But now it’s time for my meal, and might I say you look real tasty.”

He looked at me with those adorable and curious eyes. He was still clearly out of it from gulping down so much beer, but maybe it was better that way. I kept caressing his massive belly as I continued.

“I’m so glad we’ve made you balloon up the way you have. I’m going to savor every bit of you as I gobble you up into my belly. Don’t worry it’s a real nice place and you’ll be very comfortable in there. I’ll keep you nice a safe and digest you over the weekend.”

Randy let out a huge belch and steadied himself on the desk, placing his meaty hand on his rotund gut. “Coach, ooof,” he struggled to keep himself upright as he burped some more. “you mean I’m just food to you?”

“Unfortunately, yes. All my jocks are, Randy. All the cute sexy ones that agree to fatten themselves up anyway.” I looked into his eyes and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead. “I promise I’m going to enjoy eating you, Randy. Of all the jocks I’ve eaten here over the years, you’ve certainly done the most to make yourself into an appetizing fatboy. If only you could stick around to see how big you’re gonna make your coach.”

I waited to see his reaction to the news. In the past, this was usually the part where he would begin fighting me and I’d devour him in a knockout struggle. But something in Randy’s eyes told me this would be different.

“Fuck coach, all this time I’ve been rubbing your huge gut, wondering what it would be like to be inside.” He belched again and rubbed his hands over his bloated belly. “And I guess I look really appetizing right now.”

“You sure do, Randy. I’m gonna have a hard time not eating you up in one gulp.” Right then my gut rumbled loudly. “Hear that, Randy? You belong in there. It’s feeding time for coach.”

I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him back on the desk. His massive belly rose up over him again and I looked at it in awe. He was gonna fill me up real good.

I grabbed his feet and quickly shoveled them into my mouth. With my first gulp I pulled him into his knees. A few second later, I drew his meaty thighs into my gaping maw.

I wanted to take each moment to enjoy his tasty jock meat, but I could barely contain myself. I had blown my entire load inside him only a few minutes early, but my dick was rock hard again and as I looked up, I noticed his was too. As if the scene wasn’t hot enough, all I could hear out of Randy was his soft moaning as his beefy arms massaged his rotund belly. Finally my lips were up to his ass and his dick. I prepared myself for a big gulp, grabbing tight to his beefy love handles. I pulled him forward and in one move, felt his round spherical butt slipping into my mouth and his dick following. It tasted so good I almost came. Right then I felt Randy cum in my mouth, shooting loads of juice down my throat.

“Ooooh fuck coach, that feels so good,” he moaned as he writhed in my mouth. His legs were deep in my gullet now and I was ready to finish this meal. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him across the desk. This was the most amazing feeling of my life. Randy’s massive, beer-filled ball belly slid into my mouth, stretching me even wider. It tasted so unbelievably good, like a fine veal. Before long only his meaty pecs, arms and head were still outside my mouth.

I gulped again, drawing his thick, pecs, which had slowly turned into nice fatboy tits into my mouth. It was delicious! This fatboy was driving me crazy, and as bad as I always felt eating one of my players up, I felt better knowing that he wanted to end up in my guy. Realizing he was almost completely inside me, Randy squeaked out one last thing before I gulped his head down into my gullet. “Fuck coach, enjoy digesting me.” And with that I finished swallowing him in, slurping his outstretched arms into my mouth like two big strands of spaghetti.

Randy filled my gut, blowing it out to epic proportions. My shorts completely shredded under the pressure and if I’d been wearing a shirt it would’ve been destroyed. I struggled to stand upright, with my massive gut jutting out in front, the form of Randy readjusting and slowly turning into a big ball of belly meat.

I collapsed back onto the desk where he had been laying before. The weight of my gut now pinning me to the desk I just lay there stroking it and belching as I came ribbons over the underside of my gut. Where once there had been two men, there was now just coach Coleman… with a massively round belly. Randy was still squirming inside me and it felt good. I finally finished cumming and just laid back, slowly rubbing my mountain of a gut.

It was the best feeling in the world to be filled by a nice fat jock, and Randy was no exception. I watched my belly swaying with all his meat inside. A giant, perfectly rounded hairy gut there on top of me. I’d have to spend the night in my office to digest him enough to even manage moving. Fortunately I had all weekend let my belly take care of such a big a meal. I’d never eaten anyone as big as Randy, but I knew that he’d add at least 4 inches to my waistline.

“Fuck boy, thanks so much for the good eats. You’ve done your coach proud.” I rubbed my gut in circles as I spoke, slowly drifting off to sleep. “I wonder what you think about your teammate Brett? He sure looks like he could beef up real nice. I think he’d make a tasty encore to you, Randy.”

I let out a long, wet belch and drifted off to sleep, thinking of the sexy fat jock slowly digesting in my belly. I love being coach.

The End

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