"Holy shit! I'm too fucking fat for this damn scale!" yells Mike. Half the team gasps as their coach goes pale. "This is too much!" Mike continues. “I’m as big as Aaron Gibson! NFL, here I come!” He slaps one padded paw against his inflated middle. “Time to go turn this pile of pork into pure beef, boys!” He abandons the scale, and sets off towards the weight room, his newly added bodyfat bouncing and jiggling under the torn remains of his street clothes. The rest of the team start waddling along behind him, their fat thighs rubbing, their new-grown bellies and padded pecs bouncing.
Coach despairs as he watches the parade of double-chinned fatties heading out of the cafeteria. How would he ever whip this crew of fatsos back into a real team! He trudges along behind, though, figuring that at least he could prevent these fatboys from harming themselves with the weights.
By the time Coach gets to the weight room, Mike has already loaded a bar, and dropped his enormously blubbery body onto a bench. With his good buddy Mac spotting for him - Mac’s nickname of “Fat Mac” has never been so appropriate, Coach thinks - Mike grunts and pushes up on the laden bar. He is...
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