"Explode, Coach?" asked Mike between mouthfuls of pancake. He cleaned out one pan and started on another. "Heck, my pappy and uncles are all bigger than this, coach, I ain't gonna explode. Get Mac and Mark back in here - I want two big guys beside me on the field." He grabbed a few pancakes and strode towards the gym. As he walked, his new gut bounced, and the tortured side seams of his t-shirt ripped away. After a few strides they were joined by the butt seams of his jeans, which ripped out slowly, a little bit with each stride. When he got to the door he bellowed in a voice like a bull, "Mac, Mark, Will, Joey, Brian, guys - c'mon, there's lots more pancakes here, we've got to get big to take on those Bovines!"
The rest of the team ambled back to the steam tables, and as they got closer, they got hungrier. Even John their quarterback, so proud of his Greek-god muscles that he measured his bodyfat content to stay lean, joined in the pig-out. Coach ran around trying to slow down the feeding of the speedier players, but to no avail. He ran over to the science teacher, Mr. Hogarth, and hissed at him, "I thought this was only supposed to increase their appetites, not turn them into hogs."
"Well, how much did you use?"
"What you said - a cupful in the first batch of pancakes."
"Robert, I said a capful, not a cupful. These boys will eat for a week now. I hope you want them big."
"I do, I do - but at this rate, it'll be all fat."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll get it turned into muscle soon enough, I've seen you pushing those boys hard enough in practice. Or maybe you'd like a chemical answer to that too."
"Well, I might need it."
"I'll keep it in mind. Good day to you," said Hogarth in his English accent, and strode off towards the classroom block.
Coach turns back only to see Mike, his prize centre, finally slowing down. His clothes are in strips around his bloated gut, padded chest and inflated butt. Coach looks at him and figures he must have gained at least