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Back of the Field

It was hard to believe that just four years ago Chad stood on this very field a champion. He remembered the day like it was yesterday. Chad was an 18 year old track and field star that beat out kids from 16 different high schools from around the state. He paced the stony barrier surrounding the track thinking about how his high school years were the best of his life. He remembered how great it felt to run with the wind at his back, his tank tops rustling against his rock hard abs and 130 lbs. of lean runner’s muscle. He thought of the way his girlfriend would twirl his wavy brown hair and stare deeply into his eyes. He remembered how much sense it all made. She didn’t make him feel complete or give him butterflies or anything, but he felt normal. And isn’t that what you want through your formative years, to feel normal?

On that fateful day as Chad held his trophy and tried to navigate a sea of parents, friends and the local paper congratulating him, he thought to himself: “This is my life. This is what it’s all going to be like. My hard work is finally paying off!” He knew college scouts were watching, and he knew he would probably get a full ride with all of his athletic achievements. It was only a matter of time!

Present Chad walked over to the locker room and was about to open the door when a shiver ran down his spine. He cursed himself for the thoughts of what happened when he went for a post race shower those years ago. He could’ve waited until he got home, his parents were ready to take him!

“I’ll just take a quick shower so I can head over to Stacey’s,” the younger him reasoned.

Inside the lockers young Chad began to strip down and got a fresh towel. Unfortunately for him when walking into the shower he pulled back the curtain on another man. Both were startled, but Chad stunned. Staring back at him was a college student, who looked to be in his senior year. He was a massive man, with a large protruding and hairy belly, thick muscular arms and legs, and a beard that covered up his double chin into a very dashing layer of fur.

“Sorry bro I’ll be out in a second,” he said calmly.

Young Chad was confused by what he was feeling. He felt a sort of rumbling in his stomach that he wasn’t used to. It was a sort of excitement, and a sort of… attraction. He tried to step back to hide a protrusion that popped through his white towel, but he ran into the wall.

“Are you okay little bro?”

The man looked down at the bump in Chad’s towel.

“Well you appear to be pretty damn okay down there!”

Chad looked at the large dick staring right back at him and wondered why his brain was moving so fast. Why did he never feel like this staring at Stacey naked?

“Were you in the race?” the bear spouted out to break the tension.

“Y-yeah, I won,” he finally stammered.

“Nice dude! I won my high school state champs, too! I was a swimmer, though.”

Chad almost started to laugh. This was a joke, right? This guy is upwards of 300 pounds, and he’s saying that only a few years ago he was an elite swimmer?

“Don’t look so surprised,” he chuckled while tapping his gut, “I bet you’ll feed the ol’ tank in college, too! You’ve got the look in you.” He winked.

The look? What look? Chad was 130 pounds of lean muscle. His friends were always telling him how jealous they were that he could pack so much in and never gain a pound. This guy had to be crazy! And yet that’s all Chad could think about for weeks, maybe even months.

If the spark between Chad and Stacey was dim before, now it was scorched earth. Chad couldn’t figure out his feelings and as a result started skipping out on his date nights to go drinking alone. The night before his first day of college Stacey found out, and gave him about 10 minutes to clear his possessions from her place and get out of her sight for good.

As a result college started less than spectacularly. Chad walked from class to class thinking only of what he’d become. He was a shell of his former self, and no longer felt like a champion but a dud. He felt like something was wrong with him and that he let down Stacey by not being able to get it up. Each night before bed he’d lay and wonder if he had one more chance if he would be able to show her a night as wild as when they first made love after prom. Probably not. Every night this realization burned into his head more and more.

His college diet became a mess of pizza, burgers, beer and ramen. His classes were way harder than he was expecting, and he had to keep his grades up to keep his scholarship. His track practice started becoming optional for him, and after a string of less than enthusiastic late arrivals he finally decided to stop showing up altogether. He changed his major to business management because it required less math, so he could study less and go out drinking five nights a week.

Most kids would be worried about these drastic lifestyle changes, but not Chad. He had the highest metabolism of anyone he knew. Sure, when he looked at himself in the mirror he looked a little softer, perhaps, but he certainly wasn’t fat. He just needed to get back to his running routine and the pounds would melt right off!

Immediately after finals ended Chad picked that first Saturday to get up at the crack of dawn and go for a run. He put on his old running shorts and a t-shirt. The shorts seemed a little tighter than usual, which he found funny. His shirts, too. He wondered what he was doing to wash them differently so they’d start shrinking like this. It was something he could worry about after his run, whatever it was.

As he walked out to the field, he took in a deep breath and really revelled in the feel of the morning. He’d almost forgotten what that felt like after a whole semester of sleeping in too late and having to rush straight to class.

“Chad, hey Chad!” he heard from behind him.

It was a lean and muscular guy with hunky yet trim biceps and a jawline that could cut rock. His curly hair and L-shaped nose made him basically a walking Greek God. Chad tried to give him a timid wave.

“Dale! Remember me? We competed together in high school! You kicked my ass!” he chuckled.

What school was he from, Chad wondered? Did it start with a D or a G?

“Oh yeah, of course! Good to see you’re still into running!”

“Are you kiddin’? It’s my life! Ever since you beat me I’ve been determined to get my numbers down, haha.”

Chad’s posture became a bit sheepish.

“Hey, you wanna run with me?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve been so busy I kinda skipped a few weeks of practice.”

“C’mon! We’ll start slow and warm up. A runner like you will be lapping me in minutes!

Chad was getting anxious. He didn’t want to say how long it had been since he’d last done any sort of physical exercise, but he didn’t want to seem dismissive, either.

“Alright, just… take it easy on me.”

They both gave a little laugh, and positioned themselves at the starting line. Chad took the position he’d taken so many times in his past, and felt at home like he hadn’t in months. What was he worried about? He’s the master!

“Mark. Set. Go!” Dale barked as they both started running off.

Chad pumped his arms and brought his creaky old legs to life. He remembered all of that practice he spent years of his life perfecting. Then it hit him. Sharp shooting pains sprung through his chest. His body was moving funny. He felt somehow off. He felt like he was carrying extra weights with him that didn’t exist before, and his pants started digging into the side of his skin.

Chad stopped, barely making it 500 feet.

“Hold on, I have to stop.” Chad was filled with embarrassment as he noticed he was already starting to sweat.

Dale seemed kind of perplexed: “Are you serious? We’ve been going for like a minute.”

Chad was trying to catch his breath: “I swear… I’m not usually… I don’t… I’m getting over a chest cold…” Chad let out an involuntary cough.

As if the curtain of admiration had been lifted Dale finally gave Chad a serious once over. He noticed that as his shirt was wet and sweaty it clung to Chad’s belly which was just ever so distended. He looked at Chad’s arms which looked like wet noodles, and his thighs which seemed to be too large for his tiny short shorts.

“Jesus Chad. Did you switch life goals to become a state eating champ instead?”

Chad’s face went flush. His insides tied themselves in knots as he still tried to gain his normal breath rate. He felt humiliated at the face of Dale, but at the same time he felt like he “noticed” his body more. He noticed how his ever so slight belly wraps around his shirt, or how his thighs slightly rub against each other with every step. Or how his ass jiggles ever so much in those tight and sexy short shorts. This was all too much to take in. He ran away from Dale muttering something like “Sorry,” but leaving it to hang in the awkward silence.

He ran and ran, which turned into walked and walked, until he reached the commons. He looked over at the trendy vegan restaurant that served up all of the thin hipsters with their too-tight button downs and spray on skinny jeans. Then he looked over to the coffee and donut shop. What did he see sitting in the chairs out front but a familiar face! Barely squeezed into a tight wiry metal chair, he saw the large cascading belly he saw over a semester ago in the showers. The man was reading a paper and eating a plate of glazed donuts. He flips the page but glances over to see if he’s missed anything, when he catches a familiar face of his own staring back at him.

“Happy cock!”

Chad nervously stepped over with the timidness of approaching the President.

“H-hey.”

“I was wondering if I’d ever see you again!” He gave Chad the old once over: “Whew you’re looking good! The freshman 15 treated you nicely! You could probably use some newer clothes, though.

“I… I mean I don’t know if…”

“Quiet now, no need to explain anything. Just sit down and have a donut with me.”

“I don’t think a donut would be best. I need to start watching my figure.”

He gave Chad a look that told him everything about his own life is as easy to read as a book to everyone but himself.

“You don’t need to watch your figure, I need to watch it for you.”

He held the donut out for Chad to grab, like a Morpheus for a sexually confused starving piggy. Chad realized that he was pretty hungry, and without using his hands took a bite right out of the man’s hand.

While chewing: “Wait, but what do I even call you?”

“Shh… you have a lot of meals to go before you need to worry your little piggy brain with facts like those.”

Part 2

Chad ate three donuts in an almost trance like state before the emptied box snapped him back to earth. “I can’t do this, what am I doing? I came to this school as an athlete. I’m not only letting down my coaches, friends, family… but myself. I’m letting the kid down that was standing on that pedestal before *we* met.” “Hey. Nobody can make this decision but you. I certainly can’t tell what happiness looks like to you. But if your brain wants to feel the happiness I saw in your cock that day in the showers then meet me at 8 o’ clock. My dorm. Room 309 in Hardy Tower.” The man stood up with a weighty “Oof”, and walked past Chad, running his hand across his crotch. “Later” he cooed. A few steps down the line he turned back to say “By the way, call me (he thinks for a minute) Fish.” Chad went back to his dorm and paced back and forth all afternoon replaying the day’s events. He thought about that runner he can’t even recall the name of that probably stole his place in the school’s track team. He’s probably hanging with the team right now surrounded by girls that he actually wants to bone and isn’t sexually confused by. He probably isn’t going to fall into debt because his scholarship is being revoked on academic probation with one more slip up. And then there’s the man. Fish. What a dumb name. Fish seemed so sure that Chad was going to show up tonight he flaunted it. He treated Chad like putty in his stupid fat hands. Chad’s roommate Ellis walked into the room just in time to cool down Chad’s anger. Ellis is your quintessential “dadbod” bro. He isn’t an athlete by any means but he’s still attractive enough to get the kinds of girls he goes after at a party. That night it was a frat party. “It’s bound to be a good time. Lots of chicks. Booze. Weed. What else could you ask for?” “Sleep? I have a test tomorrow morning.” “Dude, we both know that group communication class is a joke.” Chad knew he hadn’t been to a proper party in months, and he’d do anything to get his mind off the guilt of ditching on Fish. Instead of finding out Fish’s idea of happiness he mixed his own at the house’s bar. Buzzed and bobbing his head to the music, Chad noticed a sorority girl making the eyes with him. She had to play some sort of sport, he thought, because she was really fit. Why was she even interested in him, he thought. Doesn’t she know he’s past his prime? He tried to avoid eye contact but eventually she made a point to run into him and start talking. Losing all self control by his tenth drink Chad gave in and they ran off to a bedroom together. “Is this your first time?” she giggled, as they tried to make out awkwardly. “First time in a while maybe,” he stammered. She tried her hardest to arouse him but Chad’s dick wasn’t having it. He sat there limp on the bed, concentrating his hardest but only thinking about tacos and all that he would eat because he felt like he hadn’t eaten anything in almost an hour. He had a flash of a brilliant idea, that he’d imagine her feeding him, and he could almost feel his dick start to rise, but the closing of his eyes caused something else to happen, altogether. Chad woke up naked on the bed early the next morning. He was alone except for all of the other college kids around him in various stages of hook up. Some were lying together against blankets, others on the floor passed out with a Jameson in their hand. Chad had a headache that could split a rock, but his hunger seemed even more overpowering. He stood up to try and find his clothes, but all he could find were his boxers. He even looked for someone else’s clothes he could “borrow” but they all seemed too small or for girls. All he had to do was get back to his dorm, put on some clothes and go down to the dining hall to get some coffee and breakfast. No more of this out of control binging, however. Today was a wake up call for starting a diet and getting his school career back on track. How embarrassing this was… Once he got outside and familiarized himself with his surroundings he realized he was coming from the complete opposite side of campus. Chad was extremely self conscious about his almost naked body. He remembered when he could walk around in a speedo and his rippling abs would give him a flirty glance from just about anyone. Now he had an embarrassingly flabby little gut and just looked pathetic. Luckily it was only 7:45ish in the morning, he thought, and most of his friends either aren’t up or are already in class. Every step he took and tree he dodged between, Chad kept cursing his physique and telling himself more and more that he’d be back into his old gym routine in no time. He had to be fit by the end of the semester when he visits his parents, anyway. They always had their comments about anyone even remotely overweight, and an overweight son would hear no end to the humiliation over Christmas break. Just then as if his day couldn’t get any worse he saw Stacey of all people! He didn’t even know she went to this school, she always said how she wanted to go out of state. Panicking, Chad ran into the first building he could find, which happened to be the Hardy dorms. These were the dorms of Fish, Chad thought. Room 309, maybe he could visit and ask for some help. Fish would understand the embarrassment, he’s a bigger guy, too. “Right on time,” Fish said with a sly grin at the door. “What do you mean?” Chad muttered. “I said 8 o’clock, didn’t I?” Chad checked his watch. 8 AM. He supposed Fish never specified AM or PM, making it all the more creepy that he’s here right at this moment. “Well what are you waiting for? I have breakfast… and a new pair of clothes from the looks of it… waiting in the kitchen! I only seem to have XL, we’ll have to get the 4XL later.” Chad thought to argue about being only a Large, but was too hungry and too cold to argue. He put on the way too loose wifebeater and chowed down on a breakfast of all of his favorites. Pancakes, breakfast burrito, cinnamon rolls, donuts, and all washed down with a coffee swimming in heavy cream. The more he ate the more he began to get worried. He knew he could eat a lot but never this much. He just never seemed to get full. He wondered if Fish slipped something into the food or drink, but was too overwhelmed with the taste of the food to let it bother him for long. Finally after the table was completely clear he tried to stand up, but merely wobbled and fell onto the couch unable to balance. His stomach had never looked like it did now, and he was in severe pain. “Here. Take two of these, they’ll help with digestion.” Fish handed over two pills and a glass of water. Chad thought he couldn’t even fit those in his body without it exploding, but he was in such pain he swallowed them anyway. Then like a dream all pain suddenly vanished, and he felt like a nice warm blanket was wrapped around his entire body. “You’ve been such a good boy today, I have a treat for you.” Fish pulled down his distended boxers and began to give him a blowjob. The medicine made it feel like Fish’s mouth was pleasuring his entire body, and he squirmed and gasped in pleasure. Fish rubbed Chad’s dick over his own belly for a climax unlike anything Chad had ever felt before. Perhaps he didn’t want to admit it, but he knew. This would be the last time Chad could ever cum without thinking exclusively of fat and bellies. With the help of Fish Chad began to train with the rigor of his old athletic self. Only this time instead of running, it was eating. Every Monday he would stuff himself silly, then take Fish’s special medicine which tranquilized him long enough for the food to digest and fat to appropriate into its appropriate place in his body. He’d wake up with a new chin, or new roll, and every time Fish would know exactly what part of his body was most sensitive and make sure he played with him there when he climaxed. After they were done they would lay in bed and talk for the last few minutes before Chad was knocked out. “Fish, I’m 375 pounds, are you proud of me?” “Of course I am my little piggy.” “If you’re proud of me then why don’t I get to know your real name?” Fish took pause. Perhaps he wasn’t ready to answer this question yet. When Chad awoke he had a new roll under his man boobs, he could feel it. “So I don’t hurt you when I leave.” Chad was confused. All he was thinking of was how ready he was to eat and gorge. “What’s that?” “You asked why I didn’t say my real name the other day. It’s because I don’t want to hurt you.” Chad felt bad somewhere inside, but he felt worse because he knew he didn’t care about Fish as much as he did food at the moment. He just wanted to eat. “I know you’re probably only thinking of food right now, and that’s because of me, but I wanted to let you know that today’s graduation day, and I love you.” Fish pulled out a large fish dinner with the words “400 lbs” scribbled on it in tartar sauce like a birthday cake. Chad gorged himself on the fish appetizer and barrel full of food that followed. He felt like this was his most satisfying meal yet, because he’d earned it. He and Fish. “Thomas. My name is Thomas.” For whatever reason, now that Chad was full he realized what Fish, er, Thomas was saying all along. Now that his piggy was a 400 lb. champion, he was about to leave. “Thomas no, you don’t have to go anywhere. We can stay and eat and I can keep growing.” “That’s not how this works. Come now, don’t let your mind be worried by this and take your medicine. You can have an extra dose tonight.” Chad swallowed and then had the best sex with Thomas he’d ever had. The maintenance crew would be cleaning up that mess for years, he thought to himself. Then, holding Thomas’ hand, they looked as each other as Chad got sleepy. He tried to keep his eyes open but it was getting increasingly hard. “You’re my champion. Not because of what made your friends happy, teachers happy, parents happy, or even me happy. You grew what was inside you all along.” Chad closed his eyes, and opened them again. He was lying at the back of the field, in sweatpants and the 4XL wifebeater which now fit snug. He heard cheering coming from the direction of the track, and saw a bunch of little kids running a race. The state finals, he realized. He felt like he hadn’t taken a shower in days, and thought maybe if he hurried he could beat the high schoolers to the showers. By the time he made it to the showers he had replayed his whole relationship with Thomas. He’d never forget him, he thought. Just then, as he began lathering up with soap and scrubbing between his rolls, a scrawny 18 year old kid walked into the shower. “S…sorry I didn’t mean to look.” “It’s okay kid, c’mon in.” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a belly that big before.” Chad noticed a familiar bump in his towel. “Wanna see it even closer?” The boy smiled and dropped his towel and threw it by Chad’s.

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