Goalie Gains (NSFW)

Current Weight: 320 lbs

Yawning, Colt scratched the wide mass of belly seated on his lap, grabbed the remote that had been balancing, and shut off the TV. His coach wasn't pleased with the extra weight he'd packed on, saying he'd be bigger than the net at this rate, but Colt didn't care. His brain had become fixated on when his next meal was and what he could add to his next shake to increase the calories. He broke 300 two months ago, now the scale was reading just over 320, all in a span of six months. He smiled, picking up the heft in front of him and dropping it. His version of revenge for his coach not helping with the new clothes, diet, and weight maintenance meant the money came out of the program's budget for his new uniform every month, and it was starting to get expensive with how much he had been growing. A grumble from his stomach interrupted his thoughts.

"Aw, you hungry big boy? Let's get you fed." With some effort, Colt got to his feet and felt something slip out from under his belly. He looked down at the phone that had fallen, noticing it had opened to selfie mode. He smiled, it was the perfect view of his round belly, only his eyes and the top of his head visible over the mound. "Hey phone, snap a pic." Something for the new blog he started to document the weight. He bent down to pick it up and felt the backside of his underwear give way, a feeling he had grown accustomed to these days. Heading to the kitchen, he began to pull meal after meal out of the fridge and freezer, snacking on a tub of ice cream while the oven heated up.

Piling the hot food onto several plates, he pondered for a moment about the best way to eat. It was a hassle to bring it all to the living room and his roommates had forbade him to sit on the stools in case they broke, not that his ass could even fit on them anyway. He leaned forward and felt his belly bump against the table, which gave him an idea. Lifting up his gut, the shark placed it on the table – a perfect fit for his height – and shivered as the cool wood teased his underbelly. He grabbed the first plate and carefully tested in on top of his mass...stable! He grinned and got to work devouring the food, chuckling as he heard a cup get knocked over as his gut expanded outward with the meals. 350 seemed like a good goal to him, although it was only 50 pounds under 400, and that was a much nicer, rounder number. Grinning as the idea played around in his head, he continued his feast, pausing to pick up his phone, and dialed his coach's number.

"Hey coach, it's Colt. Just a quick question – what's the maximum weight for a goalie?"