You're on your last lap. Every time you passed coach, he's staring intently at his stop watch, his other hand always occupied with a half eaten donut. You weren't expecting him to challenge you like this, but you weren't complaining. You couldn't help but think about doing this every time time you and coach got together, upping how much you run and how many donuts he eats. God, you need to be careful, or you're going to get hard while jogging.
You approach coach Stevens, only slightly out of breathe from your jog, you see only the timer in his hand, and a shirt that looks just a little bit tighter.
"Looks like I win the bet, eh?" he said with a cheeky grin, slapping his belly for emphasis. You nearly passed out seeing him do that.
"Ha, looks like it. Seems like you really enjoy your donuts." you say in reply.
"Clearly. How'd you think I got this big?" This time he put both hands on his belly for emphasis.
You blushed. "You just seemed to be the kinda guy was naturally big."
"Ha! Well, on the one hand, yeah. But it took a lot of food too. I used to eat like a machine back in the day. Tons of meat and carbs for bulking up. Now I just do it to bulk out." he joked.
"Well I think it looks pretty good on you." you blurt out, before you can think about it. You instantly worry how coach is going to take it.
"Ha! Thanks kid! You make this old fat guy feel pretty handsome."
He wraps his arm around your shoulder. You feel ready to faint again.
"Now let's look at your time." Coach brings up the stopwatch to your face. You actually finished with decent time. Coach told you about how with his training, you'd be a natural on the team, you could even go on to be the best runner. As you took that in, you couldn't help but feel coaches gut rubbing up against you. It was definitly a solid beer gut, but it had a softness to it that you wanted to squeeze so badly. You could feel his belly working away at those donuts. Even his muffin top was pushing into you. But you held yourself, coach was being generous to you right now. He went out of his way to train you in his spare time. He must see something in you. Meanwhile you just wanted to see more donuts in him.
Coach concluded his speech, saying that he'd be more than happy to help train you. "If we meet up at least three or four times a week, I think you'll be a great athlete. Whaddya say?"
"I think that sounds great coach! Thank you so much for doing this for me."
"It's no problem. I'm happy to work with a handsome young man like yourself. Been a while since I've workes one on one with someone." He streched as he said this, his gut peeking out of this shirt. You couldn't help but stare. "Oh yeah, I won that bet, huh?" Coach ask, a smirk on his face.
You blushed, but tried to play it cool. "Ha, I guess you did. Didn't seem really hard for ya, though."
"Heh," he chuckled "I coulda eaten more honestly. In fact...
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