Sergeant Bowling Ball

Officer Devin didn't know what to make of it when his department started calling him 'Sergeant Bowling Ball', he assumed on account of his balding head. Dealing with the stress of planning and reviewing everyone's work, he shouldn't have taken it as a surprise when he started losing hair over it. Hearing the rest of the force beginning to make fun of it however was something he hadn't expected.

Devin brought his concern up to his ranking officers, but they just laughed it off, saying there was nothing he could do. They shared that there was no way of controlling a nickname, and even if Devin cracked down on it the men would just start using it behind his back.

Devin realized too late his mistake of heading to his rankings once 'Sergeant Bowling Ball' became the only thing they ever used to call him. He was left with no course of action but to suck it up, beginning to accept it as the only name that would be used at his department. It was something his rankings had told him he'd have to do. The only thing that confused him was when they said not to let the name become of him, that if he did he'd grow even more alike to the nickname.

Sergeant Bowling Ball ignored that idea entirely. If people were going to call him that, he'd make sure they better have a good reason too. He'd taken to introducing himself by the nickname, correcting officers if they called him anything else. It was something the department found hilarious at the time, at least, until Sergeant became even more headstrong.

He began taking less and less bullshit from his deputies, becoming hardass to everyone around him. It was his job, none-the-less, but the manner he dealt with it was always with brute force. Jokes about him having a thick skull began to surface, something Sergeant Bowling Ball took with pride. If he was going to be called a Bowling Ball, he'd better have a stubborn head.

The only thing the sergeant didn't account for was his weight. As all the officers began to despise him, the only thing that offered Sergeant solace was food. It was the only thing that gave him time alone to himself, the period it lasted for increasing with the amount he ate. He began looking forward to it every day, making sure to order huge meals for himself, food he could delect over and not be interrupted from. As more and more food disappeared down his gullet, he expanded immensely.

Sergeant's office space grew cramped as he began filling out more his area. His desk was constantly littered with wrappers and bags from his feasts, his chair struggling to hold the expanding man that grew heavier and heavier in its seat. Like a solid rolling mass, there was nothing that could stop what he was becoming. His body began looking more and more alike to the bowling ball his department called him, his larger body pressing out into his uniform giving him a round appearance.

Sergeant was no longer the fit officer he once was, but his body was still an impressive force when it came barreling out of the office and onto the floor. Officers made sure to get out of his way, certain the impending weight would knock them down like pins, much like the body occasionally did to items around him and wide rear forced desks out of the way. There was no mistaking who Sergeant Bowling Ball was now when officers saw him, his large round figure like the name suggested and head as thick as the item itself. If he was making a name for himself, it was certainly the right one.