"Hey, I've put on weight," Mike said, looking down at his now king-sized midriff. He flexed his chest experimentally, seeing the mounds of flesh over his muscles rise and fall. Then he turned to the other lineman and said, "Hey, guys, let's go have a good workout!”
Mike pushed himself back from the table, then grunted as he lumbered to his feet. “Wow, I’ve really packed it on!” he said, half to himself. He waddled towards Mac, his companion in crime at the table and on the defensive line, who was in the midst of shoving his own vast waistline back from the table “Hey Mike,” Mac called, “I see you’re still fatter than I am!”
“Yeah, we’ve all put on a few,” Mike said back. “Quite a few. Now that we’re big, it’s workout time!”
The whole crew started waddling towards the weight room, their fat thighs rubbing, their new-grown bellies bouncing under the torn remains of their street clothes.
Coach, watching the parade of obese bodies heading out of the cafeteria, really despaired. He was never going to whip this crew of fatsos back into a real team! He trailed along behind, though, figuring that he could at least prevent the fatboys from harming themselves with the weights.
By the time Coach gets to the weight room, Mike has already chosen some weights, and dropped his hugely fattened body onto a bench. With Mac spotting him - his nickname of “Fat Mac” had never been so appropriate, Coach thought - Mike starts to lift. He is...
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