Chapter 1
Audio Version: https://youtu.be/hWSQ0m2zh9g?si=5t42HuSWpFS6U7wVAlright Wolves, we’ve got an uphill battle this season, I know you’re all aware of that. Our conference is stacked this year, and the Eastern Conference isn't looking too shabby either. Their most recent recruits were putting up fantastic numbers their senior years and, as you know, one of our best potential rookies ended up at Petterville State when we ran into some trouble with the scholarship financing. I still don’t know how we’re supposed to accommodate that, but regardless.
As you also know, one of our best scorers was injured last season and has been out in recovery for nearly a year at this point. That means we need to go twice as hard in our end-of-summer conditioning, not just to prepare ourselves further, but to help everyone on the team be ready to perform at their absolute best. I don’t know where the hell-
Oh. Excuse me, this is a closed practice. The cafeteria is in the next building.
What? No, we’re not doing any walk-ons this season, and frankly, you don't really seem like the type to play-
Oh my god. Oh my god, I didn't even recognize you. Jesus. What happened to you, are you kidding me? You're huge. I mean you’ve just exploded, how is all this even possible? You were the best on the team just last year, you were the fastest endurance player we had!
God, I can barely see you in there under all that fat. Your cheeks got so chubby I couldn't even tell it was you. What did you do, just sit on your ass and stuff your face for a full year? You’re bulging out everywhere, I've never seen someone pack on so much weight so quickly.
This is ridiculous, this is a fucking disaster. I was just telling all your teammates, who, by the way, stuck to their diet and exercise plans, who were actually disciplined and focused in the offseason, exactly how difficult it was going to be to make headway this season, and this is how you show up?
Why would you even waddle in here like this, don't you think this is a slap in the face to everyone who’s worked so hard to make this team what it is? God, you must've eaten your self respect right along with all those donuts, didn't you?
Ugh. I guess I don't have to ask why you’re not wearing your uniform, huh? The last time you wore that uniform you had a six-pack and toned thighs, you’d probably burst the seams just looking at your old sizes. I mean Jesus, you probably couldn't squeeze into a double XL, much less your old uniform.
Why would you even show up today? Why would you tell me you could play when you knew you’d eaten yourself into a tubby little blob?
No, don't give me any excuses. I don't wanna hear it, I can't. The university press just did an interview with me about our upcoming season and I called you our secret weapon. Now you probably couldn't even get through a day of practice, you probably couldn't run a lap. Who am I kidding? You probably couldn't walk a lap. When you got in here I could tell you were out of breath just from the walk over here, it's why I thought you were just some random *** who got lost looking for more snacks.
No. Don't call me coach. I coach athletes, not bloated tubs of lard who can't put down the fork.
Come closer, let me see you.
Well, there's no point in being shy now, you clearly weren't shy at the buffet. You weren't shy about stuffing your face 24/7 and ruining the hard work you’ve put in over your entire athletic career. Have you considered that? That you’ve thrown away what you worked for your whole life just to stuff your face with pizza? I’m not even going to ask you if it was worth it. I can see every roll of fat plain as day through those skin-tight clothes, clearly it was more than worth it for you. How did you get so greedy and lazy, you were on fire when I met you.
God, it's even worse up close.
Yes, I am doing this in front of everyone. Do you know why? You didn't just blimp out and destroy your own figure, you let down every single person in this room. We trusted you, we depended on you. All you had to do was stop cramming your mouth full of junk and you couldn't even manage that, so yes, I'm doing this in front of everyone.
Lift up your shirt. I wanna see your gut. I want to actually see all the damage you did wobbling out in front of you.
Yes, I'm serious.
It's embarrassing? Getting as huge as you are is embarrassing enough. At this point, there's nothing you could do to humiliate yourself more than porking out like this already has. I mean, honestly, why would you even show up today? Did you actually think that nobody would notice all this? Did you actually think we’d look at the massive chubster waddling into the room and recognize the athlete you used to be? I know you can’t actually think that.
Oh my god, look at how red your face is getting. You did. You’re in denial, aren't you? You don't know how big you’ve gotten.
Well, then this little demonstration is as much for you as it is for everyone else. It's a cautionary tale for all the actually dedicated team members in this room, and a much needed wake up call for you. Lift up your shirt.
I said don't argue, and I said don't call me coach.
Show me what you did to yourself, show everybody in this room why they're going to have to work ten times as hard to have a winning record this season because of your gluttony.
There you go.
Oh please, give it up. The sucking in? It barely does anything and your belly is actually quivering from the strain of that flabby core trying to hold back all that fat, just let it out. You can't hold it for much longer anyway. I can tell.
Wow.
Look at all that, look at how far it pushes out. Your gut is actually starting to hang. I mean, how is this possible? You were in perfect shape just last year.
Come here. Closer.
C’mon I'm not gonna bite. Although I guess I should be worried that you will. Seems you can’t go more than 5 minutes without a little snack. Come here.
God, the way my hand just sinks into it. You’ve gotten so soft. You’ve gotten so heavy, I mean your gut genuinely takes effort to lift. Look at the way it bounces.
Is everyone seeing this? Take notes, take videos if you want. This should be all the motivation you need to stick to the nutritionist's prescribed diets and make sure that you’re not slacking on your conditioning. Because apparently, you can go from star athlete to piggish blob in the blink of an eye.
You still look so embarrassed. Why are you embarrassed? Why is your face so flushed, why are you sweating? This must be what you wanted. Every time you pushed another slice of pizza into your greedy mouth you must've thought about the fact that you’d have to face us all again. And you didn't care. You just kept gorging and gorging while you got fatter and fatter. So if you didn’t care then, why care now?
Turn around. Give everybody a better view of all that blubber.
Do you know what you’ve done to us? It's not just what you did to yourself, it's what you did to us. You were supposed to carry this team on your back, and now you're so fat our rivals would laugh if I actually tried to play you. They’d think it was a prank. They’d think there was no way someone your size has ever worked out in their life, much less made a team like this.
I can't believe this. I need to sit down. Our season is doomed, we’re completely screwed. You screwed us. Why couldn't you just have a little self-control, what’s wrong with you? What made you hungry enough to eat yourself into this?
I can't even look at you. Pull your shirt back down.
Oh, so covering all that flab with a straining t-shirt is the one instruction you’re quick to follow, huh? Or should I say a straining crop top? Look at the way that sliver of your belly hang is visible because of how small those clothes are on you.
Are you proud of yourself? This has to be what you wanted, huh? Because if you didn't want this, you would’ve stopped when you felt yourself growing so quickly. And don't try to pull the denial thing again, you and I both know what you’ve turned yourself into. Everybody in this room knows, everybody that you waddle past on the sidewalk knows. I know you feel how heavy and squishy your whole body has gotten. I know you feel all that weight wobbling and jiggling every time you move.
I know you feel how tight all your clothes are. I know you have to struggle for a good ten minutes everyday to get your pants buttoned. And you probably unbutton them as soon as you start eating, down you? All that gut probably can't take the pressure for more than a few seconds. Have you burst the buttons off any of your clothes yet?
That's a question, answer me.
Of course you have. And I'm sure you’ve seen the looks from other people who know you. Your family, your friends. I'm sure I’m not the first person to stare at that overfed body with shock and disgust, I’m sure I'm not the first person who failed to recognize you after you basically doubled your size. I’m sure I'm not the first person to wonder how you could possibly do this to yourself, how you let yourself go this badly. In fact, everyone in this room is wondering the same.
Right, team?
And you won't even look anyone in the eye and admit what you did, admit how much of a tubby little porker you’ve turned into. You just keep staring at the ground and blushing like that's gonna fix anything, like that's gonna work off all the weight you piled on that once perfect body.
As a matter of fact, it's unacceptable.
Look at the team. Look at them while they take in how big you got, how enormous and swollen your whole body is. You owe them that much. All that pigging out you did ruined their season. Every time you ordered more and more food you were spitting in the face of all their hard work.
Tell them you're sorry. Tell them you're sorry for getting so fat, you owe it to them.
Stop mumbling. You think a half-assed apology is going to make up for all this blubber?
God, I can actually grab and shake your love handles and it leaves your whole body just wobbling, look at all this. You think saying ‘I'm sorry’ makes this better?
No. You need to confess. Confess to everyone in this room exactly what you’ve been doing the whole time out you were on the injury list. Explain exactly why we’ll be getting crushed this season. Because you’re a pig. Because you couldn't stop stuffing your bloated face.
Well? What do you have to say for yourself?
You can't? You can't admit what you’ve done? You can't admit that you’re an inflated caricature of who you used to be, that you're a pile of fat so oversized that the first thing people feel when they look at you is shock?
Well. If you can't admit it, it must not be true, right? Because how big of a delusional porker would you have to be to actually deny how much weight you’ve gained? So, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe my eyes are deceiving me, maybe you didn't bulge out into a complete tub. Maybe everyone in this room is wrong. Maybe you’re still in playing shape.
So, let's go.
We were just about to head outside for day one of conditioning, so let's go. You’ll be coming with us. And you’ll complete every stretch, every drill, and run every lap until you can admit that you’re an overstuffed fatty who did this to yourself.
Oh, now you look.....
Link to audio version: https://youtu.be/hWSQ0m2zh9g?si=5t42HuSWpFS6U7wV
*I hope you enjoyed this commission! I wanted to share part of it because it was really fun to write (and created for audio optimization lol) so definitely check out the accompanying audio if you're interested in a longer version! Thanks so much for reading/listening:)*
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