James Podrick had distinctly changed many players in his career, moving from club to club he had managed to bring down many champions form their top form to become his top meals. Yet, due to his natural charisma, his leadership skills and his trustworthy appearance, he had never been caught or been suspected of anything when those players shamed themselves on the field.
Making them easy prey for him to consume.
Therefore, his reputation increased, even without producing any notable progress in the teams he worked for. Now that he had the possibility to catch one of the most famous players in the world, he wouldn’t miss it for anything. Quickly he had arranged a meeting with the team owners of Cristiano’s team and had been granted to train the team, with the small clause that he could focus on one of them if the case was to arise.
As he sat in his office, looking through the reports of each player, he quickly fished out the file of Cristiano Ronaldo and scanned it for any bit of useful information. The person was a mean killing machine, the perfect soccer player and yet, he had to bring him down.
Then James had an idea, The idea.
He worked tirelessly the entire afternoon to put in motion his plan, by making calls, by spreading false information and even coming down to directly bribe some important people. In the end he had everything staged and ready to go.
He was going to change the dietary plans for Cristiano.
The following day an insane number of medical reports was going to be issued by the medical section of the team owner’s company. Each and any of these reports were going to prove that Cristiano was in a severe health condition, that he was so malnourished that in a few months his organism could simply collapse under the stress. Then he, James, was going to be chosen to make sure that Mr. Ronaldo followed through with the new diet to balance his condition before it was too late.
Of course everything was a complete lie, even the diet was going to be prepared by him, and he for sure was going to pump his new meal-to-be full of countless calories.
The following day events progressed just as James predicted. It was a day full of shouting, of people phoning other people, of experts being called and of proofs being verified. But in the end, as the day progressed to its end, he received a call from the CEO of the team’s company, granting him full power to manage and ‘restore’ Cristiano well-being.
On the following day, James called Cristiano to his office. He knew the player wasn’t happy about those reports, Cristiano openly said that those were complete lies but, within himself he was scared that it could be true.
“So Cristiano, I think you know why I called you here?”
“It’s about yesterday, isn’t it? Man, I can’t believe it. I feel fine. I don’t feel ‘malnourished’!”
“I know you do. To be completely sincere I don’t think this will last long. Still, no harm in play along for a bit? If it’s a lie, as you said, you’ll just have lost a few days…but if it’s true, then you’ll have the upper hand, don’t you think?”
Cristiano thought deeply about this and had to admit that his coach was right. What had he to lose? At worst, he would have to spend a few more days in the gym.
“Yeah…Yeah I get you. Ok. So, what’s the plan?”
“Simply put, they have sent me your new dietary plan. Therefore, I’ll follow you at meal times, and whenever you need me, so that I can give living proof that everything is going on as they asked. Don’t worry, everything will settle down. You’ll see.
Now come, since we are both here we can start already. The earliest we start, the earliest we finish.”
James began to lead Cristiano to the mess hall of the training facility they were in, where a full team of chefs were already hard at work in making sure that whatever Cristiano was going to order, he was going to get it at the best of their abilities.
James led Cristiano to a table and told him to wait him there as he went to speak with the man at the counter.
“Hi, I’m James Podrick, Cristiano’s coach. I’m here to make sure he follows the proper nutrition as per his medical records. So, since it’s almost lunch time I would say that you can prepare a couple of things for him.
Here, let me show you…”
A few minutes later, as Cristiano and James were idly chatting at the table, a waiter arrived and left some platters right in front of the player, uncovering them and quickly moving back toward the counter in wait.
Cristiano stared wide eyed at the food he had received.
There, in front of him, there was a big plate of macaroni and cheese, with a heavy looking sauce coating the whole plate, then there was a slightly larger platter with a large steak, almost two inches of height, with a conspicuous amount of fries and fried bacon as a side dish. But there was also a last plate with a seemingly small-ish slice of devil’s food cake and a large bottle of soda, should he feel thirsty.
“What!? You’ve gotta be kidding me…This is my lunch?”
“Remember Cristiano, what have you to lose? You can fight against it and people might find that suspicious…or you could just do as they say and if something doesn’t go as planned, you’ll have the upper hand. Plus, a break from all those skimpy meals doesn’t sound good?”
“Uhm. Didn’t thought about that. Thanks, Coach! Man, I don’t think I’ll get used to these massive portions, though…”
Cristiano then grabbed his utensils and began scooping up the rich and heavy pasta, softly moaning from the rich taste at each of his bites. It didn’t take long for him eat most of the pasta but, in the end he had to stop from cleaning his plate, as he moved toward the steak.
Once more, as morsel after morsel found its way into his mouth, he couldn’t stop from moaning in pleasure. The steak was perfect, neither too cooked nor too raw, it simply seemed to melt on his tongue. Same thing happened with the fries, which he covered in lots of ketchup and mayo, blinking toward James who watched him raptly, finishing then with almost clearing all of the bacon.
Burping in pleasure, Cristiano stopped for a bit, as he massaged his bloated stomach with one hand, as he felt all that food rest peacefully in his belly. With a few minutes rest, he finally brought closer the slice of cake and once more the taste almost overwhelmed him. It was so rich, and yet so tasty and light that he found himself wishing idly for a little bit more as he realized he had practically inhaled it.
“Wow…*Urp!*…Oof, ‘scuse me, Coach.”
“Don’t worry. So, how was everything?”
“Utterly perfect, Man. So good…Will I eat like this at every meal?”
“Well, yes. Mostly. Think you can manage for a while?”
Cristiano grinned to James, as he patted his full, slightly bloated, belly.
“I don’t think I’ll get used to it but, Ok. I’ll bite.”
As the days began to pass, so James kept close watch on Cristiano as he began his descent into the hedonistic pleasure of gluttony. Still, even though he began eating much more than he had ever done, the guy was still working out in the gym and performing training and exercise on the field and so the changes in his body weren’t so visible as James had hoped.
“It’s not good. If he keeps working out, he’ll never become tastier. Need to have him to stop for a bit. He has to slow down…Or maybe would be better to just increase the numbers of meals he’ll have to consume?
Mmh…must think on it.”
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