Sean slept through the afternoon, waking up a few hours later. He surveyed the damage. He looked like a slob, his newly fat belly hanging out of his shirt, surrounded by empty pizza boxes and greasy burger wrappers. But he was also oddly proud of himself, for taking down so much food and feeling bigger and taking up more space, like a man.
Amazingly his stomach rumbled. He was hungry again, even though he hadn’t done a damn thing to burn off his earlier pig out. “What the hell,” he thought, rubbing his new gut. “I’m already in trouble for pigging out. Might as well keep going.” He called the same place and ordered two more deep dish pizzas to stuff in his face.
Soon the doorbell rang. Sean yanked down his shirt to try to cover his basketball belly and ran to the door. It was the same overweight delivery guy, with an undeniable smirk on his face.
“Two more pizzas, dude?” he asked. It wasn’t really a question.
Sean wasn’t sure what to say. “Uhh... yeah, that’s it,” he replied, trying to be confident.
“Hey, is your name Sean Keller?”
“Yeah... who are you?”
“Brad, I was on the football team a few years ahead of you...”
Sean’s eyes widened. He remembered Brad. They never really hung out, being two years apart, but Brad was one of the vain popular jocks in his class, like Sean was in his. Except now Brad was... beefy, would be a nicer way to put it. He still had some thickness from muscle from his football days, but now everything looked fuller, definitely with less definition. Most notable was his not insubstantial beer gut, which is what made Sean notice him earlier.
Brad read Sean’s face and chuckled. “I know, I know, I don’t look the same,” he said, rubbing his round ball belly. “I went to college and joined a frat, and all we do is eat and drink. I wasn’t playing ball anymore, so it really added up. But what happened to you, bro? I thought you were a skinny swimmer. You training for college or something?” He reached out and gave Sean’s tank a smack.
“Something like that,” Sean replied, not sure what to say. “Just taking it easy this summer, I guess.”
“Well, you’re looking good, dude,” Brad said. “We should chill this summer. I could show you a thing or two. You’d be great in our frat.”
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