"Yeah, ofcourse I promise to go to the gym, I was planning on asking you to go with me later on today anyways" says Kyle.
"Oh, well in that case, here is your breakfast." Brad says handing Kyle the biscuit.
Kyle accpets the biscuit and scarfs it down, along with some whole milk that he found in the fridge. He waits until Brad leavs the room and looks in the fridge, because he is craving more food. "That little binge last night must ahve made my appetite bigger, and I am starving now!" Kyle thought to himself.
In the fridge he sees 4 Hardee's Sausage Biscuits. 2 of them are labeled 'Brad' and the other 2 are labeled 'Kyle'. Without thinking Kyle puts all 4 int he microwave and heats them up. He devours them all and chugs the rest of the half-gallon of whole milk before Brad reenters the room.
"So, when do you want to go to the gym?" Brad asks. "Probably not until after lunch" responds Kyle. "Ok then, I will be studying in my room," Brad says as he walks off.
Over the next few hours Kyle, without realizing it, eats a whole gallon of Bananna Pudding Ice Cream and 3 beers. He is still watching cartoons when it dawns on him that has pigged out.
He quickly disposes of the evidence and resumes his position when Brad comes in from the other room holding up the shirt that Kyle had secretly worn the night before.
"Kyle, do you know anything about this?" Brad asks, looking stern. "Know anything about what?" Kyle replies, acting confused. "Two of the buttons on this shirt have mysteriously dissapeared...it looks like they have been ripped off!" Brad exclaims. "I know what happend, it was probably when you took it out of your suit case. When I took out on of my shirts, 3 of the buttons had come off. I guy they got couhgt on something.."says Kyle.
Brad simply shrugs it off, and Kyle resumes watching TV. About an hour later Brad comes in and asks him if he is ready to go out for some lunch. "Am I ever!" Kyle exclaims, even though he is not really that hungry. "I better just go along with the meal, and not let Brad know what's up" Kyle thinks to himself.
The guys grab there gym bags and walk out the door to Brad's car. Brad decides to stop at a Wendy's. He says "I don't think a lil' burger can hurt us, especially when we're about to go to the gym."
They go through the drive-thru, Brad orders 2 Double Cheese Burger combos and 2 Frosties. But before Kyle can object to the Frosty, Brad is already pulling ahead. They grab their food and eat in the parking lot of the gym.
"I think both of us deserve a Frosty, don't you? I am sure were are probably the only two guys on the team actually going to the gym..I bet the rest are hitting late night parties, like that one we were invited to last night." says Brad. "Yeah, uhh...go us" Kyle says with a sigh.
The two guys grab their gym bags and head into the locker room to change. Brad takes off his shirt and start complaining about how fat he has gotten. "Look at me, I can't believe I let myself go like this! I can hardly see my abs when I flex!" "Oh come on, you've only put on like 5 lbs since last year." Kyle says.
"I think I am gonna weigh myself...lets see I was 177 last year, I hope I am not too heavy now." Brad says getting onto the scale.
50...100...150...181.
"Oh man! I can't believe this! A 4 pound gain!"
"Come on man, it is hardly noticable." Kyle says.
Kyle takes off his sweat pants and put on his gym short only to find that they feel very uncomfortable, and he can actually feel his bloated belly sticking out.
"How much have you gained, Kyle?" says Brad. "I am not sure.." Kyle says, trying to turn away from Brad while he changes clothes. "Well look at me, I wanna see if your damage is worse than mine" Brad says.
Kyle takes off his sweat shirt, and his gut plop down as a result.
Brad's eyes widen as he see's Kyle stomach.
At first Brad thinks it is a trick, so he leans in and pokes it. Well, sure enough, it jiggles more than ever. "I can't believe you Kyle, you must have had to eat non-stop to get that fat! You need to be weighed right away!" Brad exclaims.
Brad grabs Kyle by the arm and pulls him over to the scale. "Now you were exaclty 185 lbs last season, correct?" Brad asks. "Yeah," Kyle says getting onto the scale.
50...100...150...190- but Kyle jumps off the scale before he goes up all the way.
"Oh no, you get right back up there and face those numbers like the chubby person you are!" Brad says.
Kyle gets onto the scale for the second time.
50..100...150..197.
"197! I can't beilieve you! You have goten so fat! I am putting you on a strict diet right away! You and I will be going to this gym every day!"
"Hey you can't just push me around that way, besides I can get rid of this belly in no time" says Kyle, and he slap it with a jiggle.
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