chapter 5

Liam typed away at his computer will steadily finishing a box of two dozen donuts. After 2 weeks of constant stuffings from the coach's diet, Liam was finally able to find a balance of his naps to do homework. Maybe he had adjusted to the diet, but he no longer needed to sleep to ward off the pain and bring back his hunger for the next meal. The first few days were rough- but he was all set now, and even had time to snack on some goods.

2 Weeks of 5000 calories would no doubt have an effect on the football players. The guys found that they could eat their meals easier, as their appetite grew and adjusted with their diet. They found themselves hungrier during class, and some guys- like Liam and Brad - seemed to be constantly snacking.

Liam was interrupted with his work to hear multiple - yet spread out - loud thuds in the other room. A door opened, and Brad walked on out. Brad, who was in a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that didn't completely cover his new gut, walked towards Liam and stuffed a donut in his mouth. With each step, Brad's widening bubble butt jiggled, and his small beginner belly that poked out at the bottom of his tight t-shirt bounced a bit.

The most obvious effect of the diet? The guys' new wasitlines. Brad could still fit in his jeans and khakis- he just found the sweatpants to be more comfortable now for some reason. Maybe the washer shrunk his clothes?

No one on the football team was aware of their weight gain. Yet all the guys (some more than others) really began to pile on the pounds these first two weeks.

"Do you want me to get some more of these?" Liam asked Brad, finishing up the last donut.
"Sure," Brad said, mouth full, and plopped down on the couch with a creak. Liam's once ab chiseled stomach was now covered in a thick layer of fat, his hairy gut jiggling with each heavy foot step. Liam returned with 2 more boxes (a dozen each) and continued typing and snacking away. The couch wasn't meant to hold two large 200 plus, 6'4 guys.

Steve exited his room, with nothing on except a pair of gym shorts. Steve had gained the least weight among the 3 guys, and his beginner belly wasn't as large as his friends' were. Steve joined the guys on the couch, and it continued to creak. Dinner time would be soon, and the guys were almost watching the clock for their third meal of the day.

At football practice the next morning, Coach Jackson continued his usual routine. The guys met every morning, and Coach usually had the guys do the same thing: lift weights, practice throwing, practice catchjng practice tackling, and strategies on the field. He did his best to keep his team from over exercising. He pushed the team to avoid cardio in their own-time gym sessions, but with school and football the guys had no time to go to the gym. With no gym time the weight piled on even faster.

Coach Jackson was amazed at how the guys seemed clueless to their weight gains. They all changed and showered together yet no one said anything about it. He would've guessed everyone gained around 10 pounds. He was glad his team was doung well.

Later on that day, Liam, Brad, and Steve met at the mess hall for their lunch meal: a half dozen hor dogs and 3 pounds of mac n' cheese, and more donuts and chocolates one could count. The guys greedily stuffed their mouths with the delicious goodness, and in about a half hour they all finisbed their plates. Suddenly, someone did the unthinkable.