The coach squeezed between Mike and one of the other linemen, carrying what Mike assumed was the Pancake syrup. "Sure--eurrrp--coach" Mike burped out, taking a wobbly step back, assuming that the coach was going to pour the syrup on his trays of pancakes.
Instead, the coach stuffed the jug into Mike's mouth, and preceded to empty it into him. Mike struggled, as a thick, creamy liquid charged down his throat, and swelled his belly.
As the bottle emptied, coach turned from Mike to the other three boys who were still stuffing their faces at the steam tables. "What the hell was that, coach!" shouted Mike. The coach, turned back to Mike, and gave him a shove in his mommoth belly, sending his to the floor.
The coach then turned and preceeded to pour other jugs of liquid into the other linemen.
Mike rolled back and forth on the floor, trying ti roll himself over so that he could get up, but he stupped suddenly, as a sharp pain stabbed him from within his own belly. Then,
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