The rest of the team had all but cleared out. Other than the two players who were still tidying up, only Theodore and the coach remained. Theo, a young otter, was a freshman - since he was rather shy, he  preferred to stay behind after practice to shower once the others had left. He sat on the bench with his toiletries in a small nylon bag and had a towel tied around his waist. 



The other  two boys were finally leaving. Theo stood, but when he stopped to pick up his bag he turned and almost walked right into his coach. Mr. Thatch was rather young for a high school coach. For a twenty - something athletic director, though, he wasn't exactly in pristine shape. His red collared shirt strained over a rotund belly and was tucked into his pants.The smiling brown bear reached down and rustled the otter's hair. 



"Great form out there, kid!"Theo smiled sheepishly.



"Thanks, Mr. Thatch."Thatch chuckled. "Practice is over, Theo. Call me Greg."Theo just smiled. He sort of motioned with his toiletry bag. 
"I've gotta go shower now. Dad's expecting me home at four."
He moved to get around Greg, but the bear kept talking. 
"Yeah, about your dad. There's something I'd like to talk about."Theo stopped to listen."The other day, your dad and I were out drinking. After a few rounds, he told me about the magazines he found in your room."



Theo's face flushed. It was true that his dad had found a few issies hidden under his mattress. What had really upset his father was their subject matter. While he was only thirteen, Theo knew what he liked. After he came to terms with that, the magazines weren't too hard to get. What he didn't know was why his father had shared that information, or why his coach was so  iterested. "Listen, kid, I'd love to go into it, but I have something I could really use your help  with."



Theo didn't even have time to protest. Before he could say a word, his coach had already unfastened his pants and pulled out his business. "I haven't gotten my rocks off in weeks." 



Theo was  taken aback. He stared, blushing at the bear's thickening member. "Mr. Thatch, I...."

"I told you, kid, call me Greg."



He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and guided him down onto the end of the bench. "Come on, kid. It's not like I'm goanna go blabbin' about it."  



He placed his hand under the otter's chin and gently pressed his cheeks together.  The boy's tongue poked out a bit."M... Mr. Thatch...."



"Kid - my name is Greg."Theo almost whispered."... Greg...."



Greg smiled. He pulled the boy's face forward a bit and, with his other hand, guided the tip of his cock to his mouth. He slowly pushed it in and shuddered as it slid over the top of the boy's warm tongue. Only half of it was in  when he ran out of room. His grapefruit - sized balls had come loose and swung free from his pants. 

Theo reached up to wrap his hands around the remainder of Greg's shaft. 



"Don't worry, kid, nothing fancy. Just sit there and slobber whatever you can." Greg moved his hand to the back of the otter's head and buried his fingers in his hair. Theo's tongue went to work, spreading spit down his coach's shaft. Greg shivered and let out a groan. He slowly pulled the boy's head closer to his gut. The tip of his cock pressed against the back of Theo's throat, and he made a gurgling noise. Greg gasped.  "That's it, kid. Keep it up."Greg pushed the boy's head back, and Theo kept rubbing his tongue down as much of it as he could. Whenever Greg pulled him closer, he'd gurgle agsinst the bear's head. He'd gag now and then, but he was quick on the rebound. His hands gripped the corners of the bench and he eagerly leaned along with Greg's guiding hand. 

A couple of minutes passed. Greg's voice wavered."God, kid, you've already got me in the last stretch... This part's gonna get tricky."Theo snorted. He knew what was coming. 

Greg gasped."Dang, kid! You've got little time as it is! Listen to me...."Another hearty gurgle.



"Nghg... It's been a while... you're goanna get hit pretty hard, kid.... Just try not to get too much on the floor...."
The cock in Theo's mouth started to twitch. He relaxed his jaw and got ready to swallow. He wasn't nearly prepared for the bear's massive orgasm. His eyes widened as cum forced his cheeks outwards and sprayed from his mouth, splattering both of them. Greg pinched the boy's cheeks together again.
"Dangit, Theo! Someone's gotta clean this up, you know!"
Holding onto Greg's cock with both hands, Theo looked up at the bear, his eyes wide."Sheesh, kid. You only spilled a bit. Just try to swallow the rest." 



The otter didn't have much say in the  matter. With Greg holding his mouth shut, only a drizzle of the bear's seed made its way down his chin. The cock twitched again and again, spewing jet after jet of warm cum down the boy's throat. He didn't think he could take any more. He started patting and then smacking the bear's hefty gut. Greg just stood, head back, relishing a long overdue release. 



Theo groaned. He was so full.... His hands fell to his sides. His eyes rolled back as his stomach began to stretch. His towel came loose, sliding down to his ankles  as his thin frame filled out. His belly ballooned slowly, dominating his small chest and distending to his knees. Greg finally pulled out, panting."Whew! Damn, kid!"Theo fell backwards on the bench, facing the ceiling. His belly sloshed a bit, a good two feet high at its middle. It bowed down, suspended a few inches over the edges of the bench. It covered a good portion of his flat chest and reached halfway to his  knees. Greg patted the boy's distended gut. 
"Way to take it like a champ!"Theo let out a moan and cum drizzled from his mouth.

 

"Ooooh, don't worry, kid. I've only got a couple more in me."



Theo opened his eyes to find the bear straddling the bench by his head. He tried to struggle, but the weight of his stomach  made it nearly impossible to move. 

Greg reached down and, since Theo's head was laid back against the bench, gently rubbed his throat with one hand and  coaxed his mouth open with the other. Cum pooled on the bench from the corners of the boy's mouth. 



"Alright. Round two, kid."Greg slid his cock into the otter's maw again. Since the boy was on his back and his head was straight back, he slowly managed to push deeper into his throat. Theo gagged as the bear buried himself to the balls, the giant spheres covering his nose. The scent of seed was overwhelming, and he found it hard to breath. 



Greg face - fucked the little otter, pulling back until the tip of his cock brushed the back of the boy's throat and shoving hard until he felt his balls smacked the boy's nose. His red shirt had ridden up,and his bear belly rested on Theo's throat. He began grunting every time he thrusted his hips. He gave one more thrust and erupted into Theo's throat, hugging the boy's face with his legs.

Again, jet after jet of hot, sticky cum forced its way into the boy's body. His gut forced its way higher, sagged lower over the edges of the bench. His chest swelled, slowly adding to the curve of his belly. His arms and legs began to puff up, his skin tightened, his love handles rounded out.  Even his back started to fill in, lifting him slowly off of the bench and adding to his ever - rounding frame. 



Greg panted heavily, leaning against the sloshing otter. The boy's fingers were swollen, his hands were round and straining. His arms and legs - drooping to the floor - thickened as they neared his large, sagging cum balloon of a body. Greg steadied himself, gripping Theo's pugdy face. "I can squeeze out... one... more...."

He kept fucking the otter's face, slowly now, feeling every inch of Theo's sticky, throbbing throat. Every thrust sent waves through the otter's bloated body which rebounded and returned to the bear just as he gave another thrust. Greg gasped, more sensative now as another orgasm neared. 



"One more, kid...."

Theo groaned as the bear's cock started twitching. Cum spewed - hot, sticky, and as strong as ever - into the otter's belly. His arms and legs inflated even more, his gut swelled even farther. A moment later he would have been perfectly round if not for the bench. His enormous body sagged down to the floor and spread against the lockers on either side. His hide was so taught.... His body stopped expanding and Greg's cum gurgled out of his mouth instead.
"Sorry, kid. For a moment there I was sure you were goanna take it all."



Greg put his hands on Thedore's puffy cheeks and clamped the boy's lips down on his cock. Eyes wide, the otter let out a faint gargle. The pressure was immense, but the bear's cock managed a shot of ropy  cum. Then another.... And another.... Cum oozed from every oriface, but it wasn't enough. His hide creaked and let loose its sticky contents with a massive thud. 



After a quick shower (he had found a bag of toiletries under a torrent of cum and otter fuzz) Greg, wearing nothing but a towel, exited the locker room. He passed a chuckling janitor carrying a mop.

"Damn, coach. Ya' got another one, didn't you?"



"Sorry about the mess, Harold. You're goanna need to get the hose."