sports · weight gain · forced feeding · body horror · humiliation · coach · transformation · fat fetish · team dynamics · mystery formula
The locker room air is thick with the stench of effort and stale pool water, the hum of fluorescent lights a constant drone. Your teammates are guzzling lurid red shakes from plastic bottles, laughing through foam mustaches. Coach Fisk's grin is a sharp, knowing cut across his weathered face. He watches them swallow, then his gaze finds you—the only one who understands the game being played. 'Drink it down, men,' he announced minutes ago. 'The new diet starts today.' They bought it. You didn't. The formula is already doing its work, and by season's end, they won't be lifting any trophies, just the fabric of their straining jerseys. You feel the heavy press of his attention. 'Are you ready to follow this through to the end?' he asks, his voice a low murmur meant only for your ears.