The next morning, both Ty and Dustin were called to the coaches office during first hour. The two boys stopped dead in their tracks when they saw the size of the
man standing behind coach's desk. The guy's mammoth belly was almost as wide as the desk itself. His huge gut strained the capacity of an enormous red knit shirt
with "COACH" embroidered on the chest pocket in bold white letters. The man smiled between fat cheeks as big and thick as porterhouse steaks. He shifted,
allowing his front end to quake with supreme massiveness.
"Sit down boys." he ordered, then he leaned forward grabbing the sides of the desk and allowed his gut to rest on the tabletop in a huge spherical heap.
"She finally signed the divorce papers,'' he announced straightening up and slapping his gargantuan belly, "thanks to whatever it was that put all this weight on me!"
The floor seemed to shudder under the big man's every step. All at once, Ty and Dustin realized that the colossal fat man in front of them was Coach Fowler.