As Greg leaned back in his chair the expansion of his muscular shoulders pulled up his loose t-shirt revealing a good sized belly.
Reese snickered and poked it. "Yeah, most of the time you eat the salad and then have pizza for desert."
Greg pulled his shirt down. "It's hard to eat light around here with chowhounds like Reese but from now on I intend to be very disciplined. Now pass me another slice of pizza."
Mike was busy between football and studies. Sometimes he would see Reese or Greg around campus but he never had the time until after finals. He was going to meet his friends and they planned to drive back home for the break together.
Mike had had a good season with football. He was looking forward to seeing his friends. Between the football workouts and the training table meals, Mike was well on his way to playing linebacker next year.
When the friends met to plan the trip home, it was the first time Greg and Reese had seen Mike in two months.
They were both surprised.
"Wow, you packed in on, fatboy!" Reese slapped Mike on the back. "Don't you be calling me fat. Lookes like you grew your own football pads." He patted Mikes substantial belly.
"What do you weigh?"
Mike was a bit embarrased. Sure he had a bit of a belly but how could you not when you build muscle. He had added four inches to his chest and two to his arms.
Slowly he turned to his friend.
"Well, I'm still a lightweight compared to you, big guy." Mike smiled. He was no fatboy. He was a muscle jock.
"I weigh
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