Michael tapped in Ty's number on the phone in a near panic of glee. It was 6:30 in the morning, but he knew Ty would wake up and get the phone anyway. Surely enough, Ty picked up the phone with a 'hey Mike. Whats up?'
Mike tried to formulate his answer, but only ended up with a jumble of words. "70... um, fatter. Yeah, how?" And Ty began to laugh, putting on an act, he said "I'm guessing you mean you gained 70 pounds?" Mike mumbled out a 'Yeah!'
"That's impossible, no one can gain 70 pounds overnight, Mike." Ty said in a 'doubting' tone. "I mean, it's not like I can say 'I wish that Mike would gain 20 more pounds right now.' Or anything like that." Mike squealed on the other end of the phone, causing Ty to grin.
"Ty, get over here. Now. We need to speak." Mike spouted off. "And bring me a pair of your dad's pants and a shirt." Mike hung up. Ty chuckled to himself as he kept up his game with Mike.
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Mike stood on the scale and marveled at the new number. 270 pounds. He hadn't gained 5 pounds in a year, but had ended up gaining 90 in 10 minutes. A bigger butt, a bigger gut. A bigger, pretty much everything. He was huge, and well on his way to obesity, and Ty had something to do with it.
He put on his wrestling singlet, since it was stretchy enough to fit him almost 100 pounds later. He didn't know how long that it would stay that way with a friend like Ty. What else was he capable of?