Coach watched as nerdboy, err Mike seemed to go into a trance. Just when it seemed that he was getting through to the kid, he zones out. He took the moment to appraise the damage. Looking down he saw a big soft belly that overflowed the chair and sagged between his legs. He'd been a fat bastard before but with enough muscle to make an imposing figure. Now he was just fat. Coach stood up flab quivering and took a step. There was a definite waddle to his walk. "Maybe this was a sign," he thought. "A signal to move on in life. He was no kid anymore. He was getting too old to make a living scaring the bejesus out of teen aged boys and pretending to be a macho man with a twenty-something mistrress. Rose kept telling him he should retire. She wanted him to buy the donut shop downtown and become a business man. Now he had the body for it. Who could resist buying donuts from a fat man. He'd make a mint.
"Thanks kid." Coach Kowalski whispered as he waddled out of his office for the last time. "You done good."
Mike opened his eyes. The office was empty. He must have fallen asleep. He remembered a strange dream. This Daira guy had spoken to him and explained that he had a mission. He was Daira's human representative and it was his duty to represent Daira in all his magnificence. Lesser mortals must release their powers to him. It would make everyone happy.
Mike looked in the mirror. He was stronger now and more impressive but far short of magnificent, more like a fireplug. His mission called. Mike goes looking for
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.51 seconds at 5:38am on Sep 16, 2024 via server web1.