chapter 14

3 days later, it was time for the next playoff game. Coach Jackson hadn't seen any of his players in a week, but the mess hall ladies reported they served more and more trays each day. Coach Jackson sat in the locker room excitedly, waiting to see his monstrous players to walk through the door.

Steve was the first one in. He opened the doorway, and tried to get through, but failed. His fat belly stuck out too far on both sides and the sides of his gut was rammed into the doorframe. Coach Jackson helped pull out Steve from the door. Steve was always one of the smaller players, he thought. How big could the others be?

One by one the guys got stuck in the door. Some got out with more ease than others, some had some more trouble. But the fact remained that every single member of the team had gotten stuck in the door.

Liam was the last one to arrive, and when he did, it seemed like he had just ran a marathon. Walking from his dorm to the locker rooms seemed impossible, he was drenched in sweat and breathed heavy. When he approached the door, he knew there was no chance of him fitting. He needed guys from both sides to push/pull him in, and that didn't work. Liam was simply too big.

After 15 minutes, they managed to push him into the locker room, needing 4 guys on each side. Without the team's new heft, the job probably would never have gotten done. Coach Jackson sat in awe as he looked at the team.

They each seemed to gain at least 20 pounds in just a week off. Thanksgiving break would be in a week, he wondered how 3 weeks without practice or games would do to his team.

The UF team pulled out another great win. Each of the fat team members never got tackled, so bringing the ball to the endzone was easy. Except for, of course, the walking part.

Back in the locker room, which each meet that passed seemed to get smaller and smaller, Coach Jackson had a speech for his team.

"We are making history with this team. We are revolutionizing football. With our great weight, we can plow over other teams all the way to the end. We. Will. Win!" the guys cheered.

"Now, you will have 3 weeks without practice, school, or games, for thanksgiving. In those 3 weeks, I want you to gain as much weight as possible. No gym time, simply enjoy your 3 weeks without any stress!" He said. It took the guys 30 minutes to get out of the locker room, each getting stuck again on the way out.

- 3 weeks later -

Coach Jackson had never been more excited in his entire life. He decided to schedule a practice just to see how big the UF team had gotten, and make any adjustments he sought necessary before their next game in 3 days.

He knew they wouldn't be able to fit in the locker room door. He scheduled the meet in the mess hall, and as a test, to see if they could make it to the field.

5 minutes past 9, the schedule meet time, and no one was there yet. He began to feel concerned. Had they gotten so fat that they couldn't move? In another 5 minutes, he heard loud bangs from down the hallway. What could that noise be? Then he realized it was heavy footsteps.

Steve slowly waddled into the mess hall. Coach Jackson couldn't believe his eyes. Steve, 180 pounds the first day, looked gigantic. He was supporting a triple chin, with a wide neck connected to the largest pair of moobs he had ever seen. They sat on a belly the size of a yoga ball. His thighs, mainly covered by his belly, were the width of tree trunks. "Hey coach!" He said.

Thankfull, Coach Jackson brought a scale with him- a weight limit of 600 pounds just incase. As more and more guys waddled in, drenched in sweat and breathing hard, he realized what 3 weeks of non-stop eating had done to this team. They were gigantic. Even if they could fit in the locker room door, there would be no way they'd fit in the room. None of them looked under 375.

The guys quickly grew silent as Liam's loud footsteps waddled to the cafeteria. Liam, unshockingly, was the biggest of the guys. What was shocking, was how big he was. He needed two seats to hold his heft, which he immediately sat in after his long workout of walking down a few hallways. His gut spilled into his lap, and in just a minute, the two chairs collapsed under his weight.

The guys lined up to be weighed. Steve attempted to balance his feet on the scale. "403 pounds." He said aloud. And that, was one of the lighter football players. Soon, every guy had reached the scale except Brad and Liam. The average weight, so far, was 437 pounds. Brad stepped on up to the scale.

Brad was as big as everyone so far, and he gained a substantial amount of weight since practice. As Brad ate away at the chocolate bar in hand, Coach read the numbers. "484!" Brad was rounding 500, and he sured looked like it. His once defined jaw line now was covered in fat and met with 3 chins. His once 20" biceps now were pushing 37, and his chiseled abs now were covered by a gigantic gut.

So far, Steve gained around 70 pounds, and Brad 100 pounds in just 3 weeks. Liam, who seemed even taller, stepped on the scale. "596!"