chapter 4

Liam winced at every step he took down the stairs. Even with two naps between each of his meals, his stomach remained in pain and bloated. And full. Liam could get down an entire large pizza himself, daily. 2 if he tried. But after just a breakfast and lunch here at UF, he felt stuffed beyond brim. But, he loved football. So he was determined to finish today's meals- dinner and desert- to keep his spot on the team. He gulped and continued down the stairs.

The two previous meals both had a variety of delicious foods. But the boys were shocked when the foil pulled back from the tray of food revealed to be one thing: a steak. A 30 oz steak. It basically took up the entire tray, and it looked so good. Liam, Brad, and Steve all could put their pain aside when they lifted a piece of the steak into their mouth: truly amazing. How could some run down mess hall provide such good food, and so much of it?

After about an hour, the steaks were done, and the guys were too full to move. Long legs extended, bellies poking out from under their shirts, and hands behind the head, the guys took a break before desert.

Brad always had a sweet tooth. Anything sweet, any pastry, any baked good always pleased Brad. He could eat it forever. He once had an entire small cake to himself. But any weight from sweets never stuck. He'd go to the gym the next day and it'd just be burnt off. So, awakening to the smell of cake in the mess hall couldn't do anything but put a smile on his face. He instantly got up and got his desert for the day:
an entire chocolate cake, a stack of brownies, a stack of double chocolate chip cookies, and a chocolate cream pie. All of the pain and stuffness disappeared as he brought the chocolate to his face in handfuls. Steve and Liam got up and joined Brad in his ravenous scarfing down of a desert.

"The desert was definitely the best meal," Liam said, massaging his bloated belly back in their dorm.
"It always is." Brad said.
"I don't know how we're going to do this everyday. My stomach is killing me." Steve said.
"At least it tastes amazing- and is free" Brad said.
The guys went back to bed, and dreamt away their pains from the long, caloric day.

Coach Jackson examined his football team. Some still looked a little bloated, some looked a little nauseous. Regardless, he was proud of them. Every single guy had not only went to each meal but finished each meal. He knew they could bust if they went into any intense workouts, so he didn't have them run. No fat would be burned off today- and he kept track of their gym workouts to make sure they weren't doing any cardio. Coach Jackson is determined to get a fat football team. Coach Jackson is determined to win this year.