"180 pounds of hot jock." Sam announced. "Now you, fatboy."
"215" John announced. "Those are pounds of power, not fat. Still I need to work a bit on this belly."
"I'd say you were working on it too much." Sam answered.
"Speaking of which, we have a stash of food to work on for now. I intend to stuff this baby nice and full. We may be off the rink for a while longer so let's drown our sorry in a good feed."
Sam was amazed to see how much John could eat and even more amazed that he didn't notice. Sam was stuffed while John just plowed on through their stash. No wonder John had that belly. Sam thought again about their plan to enjoy the break from sports. What if he get as fat as John. Maybe he needed a plan B.
"You know," he told John who was lazily scratching his stuffed belly. "You ought to keep in shape while your leg heals. We could train together. I could still work out my upper body.
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