"Sumo School For Girls"
a story by ScareGlow (sequel to "The Pillow Girl")

“Claire! Don't kiss me, I think I have mono.”
“That's ridiculous, Danica. Where would you get mono?” she asked, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth for a few minutes. “Anyway, you were supposed to get serious about gaining weight after we graduated. It's been six months, and you haven't gained a pound. I think you are even getting skinnier. You were doing such a good job all the way until the beginning of junior year,” she said, playfully grasping my belly.
“I know, I know. But I had so much work to do, and I was sick every winter. And the economy stinks. I mean, I figure if you graduate from college, you could do better than working at a call center. I have to work overtime just to pay the rent on this apartment. ”
“It is a nice apartment, though. Anyway, I'm in the same boat at the publishing house. Besides, I had to break up with Brandon. When we were alone, he was passionately in love with me, and the sex was great. But he didn't want me to meet his parents, and I almost never hung out with his friends, because he's embarrassed about what he likes. I think he keeps a skinny girlfriend for public appearances. Anyway, I'm not putting up with that anymore.”
“Grr, I can't stand guys like that.”
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“Danica, I have to cancel our plans for dinner tonight.”
“I'm sick as a dog, so I couldn't go anyway. But what's with you?”
“The doctor says I have...mono.” I started to talk, but Claire cut me off. “I know, I know, never speak of it again.”
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“Danny look,” said Claire, pulling up her shirt. Her formerly massive belly was noticeably deflated. “I feel so skinny,” she grumbled. “Regular guys have been hitting on me, and the girls at the office are asking me what diet I'm on. It's hopeless. I barely have any appetite. Plus I want to quit my job.”
“Oh Claire, it's okay. Just rest and try to get better. Anyway, look at me. I look like Nicole Ritchie.” My bones weren't showing through, true, but I was thinner than I had been in years. My belly hung limply, the sallow flesh giving no indication of its past glory.
---
I looked at my inbox. Spam, message from my mom, music newsletters. Then I read one forwarded to me by Claire. It read:
Women's Professional Sumo Wrestling. Now recruiting for upcoming spring season. Will provide airfare to Germany and lodging. Competitive salary with benefits. Must be in good physical condition and be willing to gain weight. Prefer plus-sized candidates.
My eyes lit up. I called Claire immediately.
“Claire,” I said. “You can't be serious about this. I mean, it's in Germany. We don't even speak German.”
“They offer classes at night, free. Did you read their website? Anyway, what's to lose? Our jobs here stink, the guys are lame, we're too busy to gain weight. I think it's a great idea.”
Claire came over and we watched videos of it on Youtube.
“Wow, look at those thighs! I want to look just like her!” I yelled, barely able to contain my excitement. The massive-thighed woman crashed her enormous belly against another huge woman, forcing her out of the ring.
“I'm giving my two weeks notice right now,” said Claire. “Germany, here we come.”
---
It wasn't so hard. I just emailed the organization, got my passport and paperwork taken care of, and said goodbye to everyone important to me. I spent my last night eating dinner at my parents' house. They thought it was sort of weird that I wanted to be a sumo wrestler, but they promised that they would visit. Soon Claire and I were looking at the German landscape from the plane's window. Thankfully, our mono had subsided.
“So it's really a big sport in Germany?” I asked.
“Well, I mean it's not like football. I mean, they call it soccer, er, fussball. But it's surprisingly big. I mean, there are guys here who go crazy for it. Some of the wrestlers are even celebrities. Like, they get endorsements and stuff.”
Claire and I read a Berlitz German book the rest of the way. We landed in Stuttgart and the driver took us in a tiny euro-van to a small town called Winterbach about half an hour away. A man greeted us as we stepped out of the car.
“Hello, I'm Christian. I am the manager of this division. You must be Claire and Danica. Dirk, get their bags, please. Anyway, I'll show you the facilities, tell you a little more about Frauen Sumo Liga. Please, let me know if you have any questions.”
Christian showed us the wrestling rings, the weight room, the sauna, and the mess hall. We were thoroughly impressed. Then he led us to the dorm, located across the street from the main building.
“Now, orientation starts at 700 hours. Tonight, you should wander around to meet some of the other women. The mess hall is open from 1800 to 2100. See you tomorrow.”
We knocked on the door next to us. There were two chubby Japanese girls.
“Hi, I'm Claire. Do you speak English?”
“Yes, it's only German that we have a problem with,” said one of the girls, laughing. “I'm Fujiko, this is Rei,” she said, pointing towards her companion. Rei nodded.
“Danica,” I said. “Hey, don't you have sumo wrestling in Japan?”
“Oh, it's very different. It's, how you say, important men's tradition. Women's wrestling is not famous. We are excited about the prospects here.”
“I see. Do you want to work on German with us? I'll get my book.” We studied for awhile, then the four of us went to the mess hall together. It was just like the first day of college. There were other girls, ranging from normal sized to somewhat fat, huddled in small groups. We all watched in awe as an enormous German woman walked to a table, her giant belly jiggling with every step. She sat down, her ass filling an oversize chair and her belly now resting like an apron over her lap, and began to devour a huge meal. I was filled with a curious mixture of fear and admiration, tinged with desire.
“I don't think she's one of the recruits,” I said. “I wouldn't want to step in the ring with her.”
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“Alright ladies. I will be speaking in English since we all have some familiarity with it. There are optional German classes at night, Monday through Friday, which I highly recommend. This is Division C of the Frauen Sumo Liga. You are expected to attend practice and eating sessions according to the schedules being handed out. The ideal sumo wrestler is not just fat but also fast and strong, so you will be working out often. Sumo wrestling is based on a system of respect, so you will be expected to defer to the more experienced wrestlers and to do what they ask. Now, let's go to the equipment room.”
There were about twenty recruits. We marched to the room and were issued FSL bikini tops and bottoms, along with warmup pants, jackets, t shirts, and other necessaries. The bottom was like a normal bikini one except for a thick roll of material around the top.
“That's for grabbing and knocking people down,” said Claire, pointing at the roll. We went to the locker room, where we were issued locks, and changed into the uniforms.
“My name is Franziska. I am your instructor of today,” said our instructor as she waddled into the ring. She wore a blue and green floral bikini which did little to cover her huge gut and pendulous breasts. “Now, who wants to wrestle with me? You there.” She pointed at a fair-haired, chubby German girl. “Come into the ring with me.” The girl meekly walked into the ring. Franziska bent down into a crouch, and the girl followed her. “Alright, go.” Franziska sprung out of her crouch like a rocket. She picked up the girl, who must have weighed about 160 or 170 lbs, and flung her out of the ring. She landed on the mat, dazed, ten feet away. “You think you are fett? You are not even mollige. The first thing I teach you is how to fall. Who's next?”
---
Franziska spent three hours beating us up, then let us ask questions. Someone asked if we could wear floral print uniforms like hers.
“Ja, you can wear whatever colors you want, after you finish training camp,” she paused. “If you finish,” she said menacingly. Then we went to lunch. Breakfast had been a little disappointing, but lunch was amazing. We learned that it was the biggest and most important meal for sumo wrestlers.
“Hm, surprisingly little junk food,” I said. Claire and I had been used to gorging on cheesecake, twinkies, and other delicacies. “At least you get some chocolate. What is this stew, it's actually pretty good?”
“That's chankonabe,” said Fujiko. “It's the same thing sumo wrestlers in Japan eat. Cabbage, lamb, fish, eggs, bean sprouts, stuff like that. It's supposed to be the best for weight gain.”
“I like how we get beer,” said Claire. “Plus it's good German beer.”
“Also very good for weight gain,” said Fujiko.
The weirdest part was being forced to nap after lunch. I mean, I hadn't had nap time since second grade. Still, it felt kind of good. I did feel a little drowsy, my belly laden with all that food, and soon dozed off.
Gradually, we settled into a routine. I watched hopefully as my belly grew larger, along with the rest of my body. Gradually, my paleness disappeared and my skin regained its healthy glow. The senior wrestlers fought in a different part of the gym, but they came over to boss us around, like in a sorority. Juliane was my nemesis. I tried to hide when she came over.
“I thought everyone in America was so fat, but you are just a scrawny thing,” she said.
“Hey, I'm getting fat. Look,” I said, jiggling my belly in her direction.
“You are skinny enough for, what is that magazine in America...Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Anyway, come with me.”
I had no choice but to obey. Juliane brought me to the showers, where I was forced to wash her body. I started with her rear, covered with sand from the official sumo ring. Then I covered her with soap, starting with the roll of fat at the side of her breast which ran all the way to her back. I sunk my hands deep into each roll of fat, massaging them and removing all the sweat and dirt. Then I washed her rear and her thick thighs, and massaged her shoulders. She kept me washing her until the other wrestlers left, then sat down in the sauna.
“Now, you will do me special favor,” she said. Pulling me into the sauna, she placed my head between her two enormous thighs, and was soon moaning with pleasure.
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“Claire, she made me...I don't even want to talk about it. There must be something we can do.”
“What, and get thrown out of the program? Look, the only thing you can do is beat her.”
“But she's huge! She must weigh more than five hundred pounds.”
“You can get even bigger. Come on, we can go to the gym on our time off, and go to the extra session at the mess hall after dinner. Use you spend money for junk food.”
We redoubled our efforts, gorging at every meal, working out like crazy, and sleeping as much as we could.
We were standing in line at a weigh in. I stepped on the scale, and the trainer wrote my weight down.
“What did you get?” asked Claire.
“A hundred fifteen kilos. That doesn't seem like to much. What is it in pounds?”
“That's like two hundred fifty pounds! That's the most you've ever weighed right?”
“Yeah! Oh my god, Claire, this is awesome.” I reminisced, thinking back on the time when I had been a young girl, furtively stuffing my clothes with pillows but not really knowing why. But the huge pillows of real fat now encircling my body made up for all those years of confusion and disappointment. “What are you at?” I asked Claire.
“Over three hundred,” she said, standing there with her huge gut hanging over her thighs, leaving only a tiny triangle of her bikini bottom visible. “The thing is, I was this heavy before, but much bigger. That means that I must have gained a lot of muscle mass. I feel like I can get so much fatter.”
“I can't wait.”
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I was lying behind Claire in my bed, one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. “Claire! Don't moan so loud. Someone will hear you.”
There was a sudden knock on the door. “It's Juliane, she's come to rape us!” I yelled. But I went to the door. It was Fujiko.
“Hey, is everything all right? I heard all these noises...” She stared at our naked bodies. “Hey...do you guys...you know...” We all crammed into the my bed, the mattress now sagging under our combined weight. I kissed Fujiko tenderly. Her body was different than ours - she had an angelic, chubby face with a double chin, small breasts, not overly large legs or butt, with a huge, round belly. Claire pressed her huge breasts and belly against her while massaging her from behind. We joked all night.
“I was so lonely,” she said.
“Hm, why don't you make love to Rei?”
“She says it's wrong for two girls to be in love.”
Claire and I burst out laughing. “Oh well, I guess some people just don't get it.”
---
We finally graduated from training camp, much fatter than when we had started. As we changed into our own uniforms, we metamorphosed suddenly from recruits into real, individual wrestlers. The first tournament was unbelievable. The stands were packed, mostly men, but some women, making an incredible noise. We paraded around the ring, our super obese bodies quivering with the flesh we had so dutifully added. The fans were standing up with cell phones and digital cameras, capturing every inch of our bodies for their internet fan sites. I felt exposed, but proud at the same time.
The matches were an incredible rush. Most people don't realize it, but some of them are over in seconds, and few last longer than a minute or two. The referee threw salt and poured sake on the ring, just like in Japan, and then we were off.
I was almost shaking with anxiety when I crouched down to begin the match against Katja, a wrestler from division C. She wasn't as fat as I was, but she had thick, muscular arms and broad shoulders. I burst out of my crouch and our huge bodies collided immediately. Katja grabbed me by the belt while I pushed against her face. She swung me dangerously close to the edge, but I lowered my hands to her belt. Pivoting back towards the center of the ring with my thick, muscular legs and using her momentum against her, I forced her out of the ring. The crowd cheered wildly. Elated, I strutted back towards the waiting area, awaiting my next match. I ended up the night 4-2 which I thought was pretty good, until I realized that Claire had bested me, 5-1.
After that we always looked forward to the tournaments. Plus, once in awhile there was a special exhibition “American Night” where we did moves like jumping off the turnbuckles in a WWE-style ring. It was kind of awkward when my parents visited and saw how fat I was. They were worried about my health. I just kept telling them that I was more fit than ever before, and that the hard work and exercise I was doing kept me healthy. I told them how happy I was, but I don't think they were convinced until they saw me in the ring, grappling with the other wrestlers exuberantly. Then suddenly they were cheering wildly. By the time I had given the last wrestler a flying clothesline from the top turnbuckle, winning the battle royale, they were sure that I had found my calling.
When the season ended, Claire and I went back to America for a few months. We had accumulated a good amount of prize money, and since they held onto our wages til the end of the season, we were in good shape. We had ridiculous feasts, like going to a Chinese buffet and eating until we were barely able to get up. Claire had expanded in size dramatically. By now she was standing nearly three feet wide. Her belly sloped gently downward, more than halfway to her knees. At this point I was nearly Claire's equal in size. Our increasing fatness had heightened the passion between us and multiplied out possibilities for sensuality. I was most fond of exploring with my tongue the most subtle elements of her body, like the dimples around her elbows and the folds between her arm and neck. To recover from the rigors of sumo wrestling, we would take long, hot baths together, then rub olive oil deep into the crevasses of our bodies, doing for each other the parts we could no longer reach. Still, it was kind of a letdown to be in the states. I mean, in Germany the fans would take us out dinner after a match, or guys on the beach would sketch us as we lounged around in bikinis. So we went back to Germany. Though we had come to Germany in one seat each, we returned in two, proudly paying for the extra seats as confirmation of our successful weight gain.
For the second season, all the wrestlers from last year would be wrestling in a single unlimited weight class. That meant that we had to fight Franziska, Juliane, and all our other favorites. We caught up with Fujiko and some of the German girls we had become friends with. They were all looking plumper, but none so much as us. There was a whole new crop of recruits. Remembering out experiences, we did our best so help them, as they marveled at the incredible size of our bodies, barely able to believe that we had once been as thin as they were.
Fueled by the admiration we had been receiving from the wrestlers and from some of the more amorous fans who had purchased special passes in order to see us practicing and eating, we trained and ate with newfound vigor. Claire and I practically lived in the weight room, adding thick layers of muscle underneath our flabby thighs and arms with brutal sessions of squats, leg press, and bicep curls. When we weren't lifting, wrestling or sleeping, we were in the mess hall, devouring huge bowls of chankonabe or “sinfully” feeding each other chocolate.
There was one fan who came to almost every practice, who watched us longingly but averted his eyes when we looked back. He was thin, almost painfully so, and hid behind his thick glasses, so of course he appealed to us. Claire took the initiative. She sauntered seductively towards him, her bounteous flesh undulating with every step, until her huge, protruding belly was nearly touching him.
“Do you want to dance?” she asked.
That was how we met Rainer. He had gone to Johns Hopkins for his phD in Archaeology, where he had developed a love of all things American. Especially American women, of the plus-sized variety. He fondly remembered a beautiful, short, and enormous librarian at the university library, whom he had been too shy to talk to. When he took us to dinner, we forced him to tell us his wildest fantasy.
“I would like to know the two of you at the same time. Perhaps, you can crush me, you know, like, make a sandwich.” Claire and I giggled, especially at the way he said sandwich with a long e sound. So we did it. In his bedroom, I pulled off his tie like Julia Roberts did to Richard Gere in “Pretty Woman.” Claire and I wrapped our enormous thighs around his thin and quivering body, the sandwiched him between our monstrous bellies. As we pushed, he asked us to push harder and harder, until he was nearly suffocating. Finally, he slipped to the bottom and asked the two of us to crush him with all our weight, so we climbed on top of him, pressing down with our combined weight of more than half a ton. He finished inside Claire with his head in between my legs.
“Mmm, it's been fun, but we have to get back. We're leading a class in wrestling technique for the new recruits,” I said.
“Perhaps...I can know you again, sometime?” asked Rainer, hopefully.
“I think we will be doing a lot of knowing, the three of us,” said Claire. Rainer smiled.
The season went along well. Before I knew it, it was time for biggest tournament of the year. I won match after match until the final round came along. My opponent was Juliane. I stood in the locker room, mentally preparing myself for the match. I finally felt at ease with my body. Ever since I had been a small girl, stuffing pillows under my shirt, I had wanted to be like this. For years, I had dieted and fought the feelings inside. But I always felt skinny and unfeminine. It was difficult to cope with my feelings in a society that had made fat the enemy. But ever since I had met Claire, I had been working up to this moment. I surveyed my body. I lifted my huge, swollen breasts, tenderly caressing my nipples. Then I ran my hands down my colossal belly, bulging so far in front of me and hanging so low over my thighs that I could barely encompass its immense bulk. I reached back to feel my enormous ass, then traced the contours of my thighs, noting every fold and bulge as a victory in my quest to develop the perfect body. Then I was ready. I waddled into the ring, my flesh swaying sensually with each step.
Juliane snorted derisively as I entered. We both crouched low, and waited tensely until the official signaled the start of the match.
We crashed together like two freight trains, two five hundred-plus pound behemoths locked in a primal struggle. My gigantic belly smashed into hers with a loud smack. Juliane slapped me savagely as I struggled to wrap my arms around her huge chest. We struggled for position.
Summoning all my strength, I pushed her off me. We circled each other like prowling jungle cats, feinting with our arms and heads. The crowd sat tensely. The match had already lasted a minute, and there were no clear signs as to the outcome.
Juliane came in low and tried to grab my belt. I countered with a set of brutal slaps, leaving red handprints all over the flabby flesh of her shoulders and back. She turned, trying to edge me out by hitting me with the side of her hip. I deftly moved behind her. As we grappled, I felt all my efforts converging into one moment of strength and will. I leaned back, then came forward with all my might, flinging Juliane out of the ring. Her enormous body went sailing through the air, then crumpled into the mat with a resounding thud. The referee grabbed my hand, which I raised, American style. Soon all the other wrestlers were crowding around me. The official crowned me with a wreath of laurel. Claire pushed her way through the crowd to hug me. We both cried tears of joy. The crowd was shouting and cheering deliriously. They stormed onto the lower level. Rainer was the first one to jump into the ring. He kissed and congratulated me. Juliane shook off her stupor and grudgingly patted me on the back. I was the new Sumo Champion!

The Girl Who Played Football for Ducky Medwick Regional High School

“Hello. I'm Coach Torvald. Alright, enough with the formalities. Now as you know, Ducky Medwick Regional High School has a long and great tradition of excellence in football. The senior class that graduated last year made it all the way to the conference finals, where we lost to our rival, the Central High Bobcats. Anyway, you guys don't look like much to me now, but by the end of preseason I expect to have molded you into a well-conditioned football machine. Now, divide up by what positions you have played or might be good at. Receivers go to my right. Linemen to my left. Special teams go to Coach Johnson, over there. Wave for the kids Coach Johnson.”
“Where do I go, Coach?” piped up a kid.
“Alright, if you're fast, go with the receivers. If you used to play soccer, go with special teams. If you're big and strong, or fat... er that's right, Coach Johnson, 'heavy,' go with the linemen.” Coach Torvald waited for the kids to assemble.
“Looks good so far. Davis, you're the starting quarterback for now, go with the receivers. Martone, you're looking good, must have done a lot of lifting this summer. Hey Coach, who's that short linebacker over there, with the wide hips, big butt, kind of looks like a....oh my god, there's a girl on my football field! You there, what's your name.”
“Gwendolyn Holt, coach.”
“Now sweetie, it's nice that you came out for the team, but this is a man's game. You'll get hurt and all. Isn't there another sport you can play?”
“I'm not good at any other sports.”
“Er, that's too bad. I just can't have a girl on my football team...” Coach Johnson began to whisper into Coach Torvald's ear.
“What's that...title nine...lawsuits...yes...hmmm...” Coach Torvald knitted his brow.
“Well, it seems that I can't stop you from playing. But I warn you, those boys from Central High hit hard, and they won't care whether you're a girl or not. How tall are you, and how much do you weigh?”
“5'9” and, um, 230 pounds, coach,” said Gwendolyn.
“I guess we can work with that,” said Coach Torvalds.
“At least she's built like a lineman,” said Coach Johnson.
---
“A girl on our team? Now I've seen everything,” said Tommy Davis.
“Wasn't there a girl on the Mainland Regional team, a few years ago?” asked Joey Martone.
“Yeah, but she was just a kicker. This is different.”
“Well, I don't think it's so bad. Look how big she is. She could probably sack you, Tommy,” laughed Joey.
---
After the physicals they got uniforms.
“These pants don't fit my butt right,” said Gwen.
“You might need to get special pads, for those, um...” said Tommy nervously.
“Breasts...yeah I know. At least this helmet fits me.”
“Hey kids, time for drills,” said Coach Torvald. “You're gonna love this one, running through those tires. Ha ha ha...”
Gwen ran through the tires with surprising agility. With her large thighs pumping, her belly and breasts swaying rhythmically as she passed through the tires, she was a strange but somehow graceful sight on the field. When Coach Torvald brought out the sleds, she hit hers with great force.
“I don't really want to play that girl in a real game, Mike, but there are some gaps in our defensive line. So many kids graduated last year.”
“She's kind of short. Fairly solid, but some of those linemen at Central weigh more than 250. Let's have her and Tre as buddies in the weight room, they could both stand to put on some muscle. They're probably about the same strength, too,” laughed Coach Johnson.
Coach Torvalds walked over to the sleds, which Gwen was furiously pushing with her fellow linemen.
“Hey Gwen,” he said. She turned to him. “You see that black guy over there. Yes? The really skinny one. That's Tre. He's your weight room buddy. You're to work out with him every day after practice. He knows what to do, he was here last year.”
“Alright Coach T. I can't wait.” Gwen walked over to Tre. “Hi, weight room buddy.”
“For real? What is my Dad gonna think if he finds out my workout partner is a girl? You know, he played for the Atlanta Falcons for four seasons, until he got injured. He really wants me to do well, you know, play pro ball, at least get a college scholarship. But Coach T made me ride the bench all year. Said I was too skinny, that guys would just run me over.”
“Well, all the more reason to work out, get real big, right.”
“Right. Let's start with bicep curls. I always start with bicep curls.”
Tre did his curls, then Gwen did the same weight. Under the flesh of her thick arms were strong bands of muscle.
“Damn, girl. You strong,” said Tre.
---
After practice Gwen went home for dinner.
“So Gwendolyn, how was school today,” said her mother, passing the sweet potatoes.
“I went out for the football team,” said Gwen, forking a sweet potato and putting green beans on her plate.
“Oh Gwen, that's wonderful. You girls these days, you can do anything. Play football, be an astronaut, all that stuff. Did you hear that, Bill, our daughter is playing football.”
“That's great, I guess. It makes up for your brother Lance.”
“Oh Bill, you mustn't say such things. Now dear, you know your father loves Lance, even though he's of a different persuasion.”
“I used to play football in high school,” said Bill. “Come out in the yard with me after dinner, I'll show you a few tricks. We must have a football around here somewhere.”
Gwen was starving from the intense workout. She devoured her sweet potato, vegetables, and a large strip steak. Then she had seconds. After dinner she went out with her dad and passed around an old ball he had found in his trunk.
“I can't wait to go to Dick's and get some more footballs. It's great to have someone in the family who appreciates this fine sport.”
---
Towards the end of the first scrimmage, Tommy struggled to find a receiver. Suddenly, he could see nothing except the massive form of Arthur Connell about to flatten him into a pancake. But just as suddenly, Connell dissappeared as Gwen pushed him out of the way. Tommy fired a bullet pass to Tre.
“Gwen, you saved my life.”
“Well, I don't know about that.”
“No, really, Arty was about to send me to the hospital. I'm...sorry I said anything bad about you. From now on, I'm behind you one hundred percent.”
---
The weeks that went by were grueling. Gwen continued to practice and lift as much as possible. In order to meet her increased caloric needs, she ate a ton of food at every meal, stuffing herself with pepperoni pizza, taking two and a half peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to lunch, snacking on chips in between periods at school. As preseason came to an end, Coach T made a speech.
“Well kids, because we're shorthanded this year, there are only going to be two teams, JV and varsity. Most of you guys....er...guys and girl...will have to play both offense and defense. The following students will be playing on varsity: Anderson, Connell, Davies, Gomez, Harnett, Holt...” Coach Torvald smiled.
“M-me,” stuttered Gwen. “Come on coach, that is a cruel joke to be playing on me.”
“Joke? I never joke. I am completely serious. You are playing lineman for the varsity team. Your workouts have been excellent.”
The assembled students began clapping. Gwen smiled, then Coach T finished naming the players to teams.
The season got off to a great start, with victories over Winwood, Northern Regional, and Starkville. Flush with confidence, Gwen continued to succeed. Her prowess earned her the respect of her teammates. Respect turned to friendship, with Tommy leading the charge. Tre performed well too, and Coach T felt that he had improved greatly, so he promoted him to varsity.
There was no practice that Friday because of the game at 9:00. Tre caught up to Gwen after school.
“Hey Gwen, I was wondering, if you ain't busy, would you come to my house for dinner?”
“Oh Tre, I'd love to,” said Gwen.
“Come over around five,” he said. “I live on 43 Spruce Drive.”
Gwen's mom dropped her off at Tre's house. She and Tre talked about football, then school, then all sorts of random things, and watched tv. When dinner was ready, they walked into the kitchen. The table was heaped with southern cooking: bowls of grits, collard greens, fried okra, ham hocks with navy beans.
“We knowed you was comin' over fo' dinner, so we made you a feast,” said Tre's mother.
“It's a wonder Tre is so skinny with all the food we make,” remarked his sister.
Gwen began to fill her plate.
“Eat up, honey, you gonna need all your strenf for tomorrow's game. You too, Tre.”
“Now Tre, you gonna remember all those things we worked on?” asked Tre's dad. “I can't wait to see your first varsity game.”
Gwen ate steadily through the meal, piling serving after serving of food on her plate. By the end, she was loosening her belt to accommodate her swollen belly.
“We sho' is blessed to have such a nice girl for dinner,” said Tre's grandmother.
---
Ducky Medwick Regional High School won the fourth, but dropped their fifth and sixth games. After the sixth, the team trudged off to the showers. Gwen walked alone to the girl's locker room.
She lathered her body and washed off the encrusted muck of the football field. Gwen let the warm soapy water run down between her breasts, through the folds of her belly, into the deepest recesses of her belly button. She ran her hands down, massaging the triangular area underneath her enormous gut. Though she was sore from the tackling, the falling, the pushing - in her knees, glutes, and delts - the warm water rejuvenated her. She turned around to rinse off her huge ass, carefully soaping the tender bruise on her left cheek.
The team was anxious during the ninth game, which would set the tone for the next and final game, against their rivals Central High, who were 9-0 to Medwick's 6-2. But Medwick won the ninth game over Linfield, leaving them excited for the showdown against Central.
Gwen's mother celebrated with an enormous meal. Gwen polished off her plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and spinach. She had second and third helpings. Then for dessert, she devoured the largest ice cream sundae ever, overflowing with chocolate, strawberry, sprinkles, and cherries. Gwen struggled out of her chair.
Giddy with excitement, she stepped on the scale to check her weight. Through heavy lifting, not to mention constant eating, she now weighed 294 pounds, having gained 64 pounds over the course of the season. Her now monstrous belly hung triumphantly over her thighs, which were bulging with an added layer of fat. Her enormous ass provided ample cushioning and kept her center of gravity low. She felt ready to take on the boys of Central HS.
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After Coach T's pep talk, Gwen had a sudden pang of anxiety. The players from Central looked even bigger and stronger than they were in the video Coach T had shown them. Then Gwen went over the season, counting up the sacks, tackles, even the 11-yard touchdown she had scored off an interception in the victory over Eastwick. Gwen laced up her pants, carefully tucking in part of her belly and leaving the rest of it hanging over the waistline. As the offensive line assembled, she took her place in between the big boys. The defensive linemen from Central snorted derisively and prepared to knock her down, or at least breeze past her and sack Tommy. But when the ball was hiked, Gwen stood her ground. She dug in her cleats and pushed out fiercely with her arms. Weighing more than the lineman pushing against her and determined not to fail, she blocked admirably, allowing Tommy plenty of time to get his pass off.
Ducky Medwick Regional High School scored first with a field goal. But Central came on hard, with a touchdown and two-point conversion. Medwick scored again, but so did Central, making the score 15-10. The second quarter was a grueling, muddy mess in which neither team scored. Both teams racked up touchdowns in the third quarter. By the fourth quarter the score was 36-31. Central High began a long drive from their own 13 yard line. After 12 plays they were third and two on the thirty seven. It was looking bad for Medwick, since Central could easily get a fourth down and score, or make a field goal from that part of the field. Either option would put Medwick behind by more than a touchdown. Central's center hiked the ball.
Pushing through the line, Gwen homed in on the QB. Just as he raised his arm to pass, Gwen sacked him, crushing him with her incredible weight for a loss of nine yards. The Medwick crowd cheered madly. Central's kicker couldn't make a forty six yard field goal, so he punted towards the goal line, giving Medwick the ball.
“Goddamnit, my quarterback just got sacked by a girl,” yelled the central coach.
“No. Your quarterback got sacked by a football player,” Coach T yelled back, leaping with joy.
“That sack puts us in scoring position.”
Medwick began a steady drive, averaging five yards per play all the way to the twenty six. Tommy connected with Joey Martone for a touchdown, and then the extra point put Medwick ahead, 38-36. The crowd erupted in noise. With two minutes left, Central began a desperate effort, but everywhere they were stopped. Crushed by Gwen and her fellow linemen, the Central machine ran out of gas near their own forty yard line. Medwick had won!
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When the roar of the crowd started to die down, and the players began to leave the field, Tre caught up to Gwen.
“Gwen, I've been always surrounded by big beautiful women. My mom, my grandmother, my sister, they've been an important part of my life. Today, I want one more big beautiful woman to be a part of my life. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Oh Tre, of course. I've been waiting for you to ask me all week.” She pulled his thin ebony body toward her and wrapped her massive arms around him. She thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth, and the crowd roared once more, for good measure.