The man is about Jason's size, but when Jason looks closely he can see that the man's size comes more from muscles than fat, and that his legs are noticeably more muscular than Jason's own. The man, who he now recognizes as the coach himself, turns his head and asks, "Hi. Jaysen isn't it? What are you doing here? Come to get rid of that belly?"

"It's Jason sir," Jason began, between ragged deep breaths; he had jogged about 200 meters and his stamina was giving out. (So far at university he had only ever done strength workouts.) He was beginning to get winded, making it harder to talk because of panting for breath. "A .. the ... rest, yes ... I think I ... need this." And with that he had to stop. As the coach and the team continued their morning jog, Jason bent over and tried to get his breath under control,l, he was panting so hard he was wheezing.

The team kept going for three more turns around the field before stopping. The coach then gave them some orders for the next part of their workout. As the team spread out to practise the coach walked over to Jason who now was breathing normally again.

"Well kid, you're a great football size but you're really are in terrible shape and I can't use you in the team until you manage to run at least one and half times round the track at that speed."

Jason looked at the field, he had not even made it a third of the way round. He glanced down at his belly spilling over his belt and then at his arms, still muscular under his new fat. Maybe he should just give up and let the frat do what they wanted to him? He tells the coach he needs to think. A few minutes later he has made up his mind - he wants to...