The Tale of Thick Johnson, Part 2

Miss Gunderson got off the phone with two of her favorite students, Melissa and Stephanie, and she did not like to hear how this Thick guy had treated them. “He’s thick in the head, all right. Men like him need to be taught a lesson.”

The girls PE teacher arrived at school early the next morning and found Thick’s locker in the gym. Once she found the combination, thanks to the careless recordkeeping of the male PE teacher, Miss Gunderson open the locker and discovered various jars of protein powder, creatine, and HGH, which she carefully replaced with weight gainers and appetite enhancers.

“Let's see how he feels when the tables are turned and he's the fatty instead of the BMOC,” she thought.

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One month later, Thick lay in bed underneath his warm covers. It was a cold fall day and he didn't especially want to get up, but he knew that he would have to eventually. The football team had been a losing streak lately, and Coach wanted all the varsity players to come down to the school and watch game tapes to figure out what was going wrong.

Thick, of course, had his own opinions about the source of the losing streak.

"It all had to do with the offensive line," he thought. "Goddamn fuckers are weak, and they ain't guarding me worth shit. I keep getting sacked because they cannot do their job. I'm the prize here, I'm the one that's gonna play in the NFL, and they better start working harder to make sure I'm able to shine."

Of course, the real reason Thick kept getting sacked was because he had gotten slower. Much slower. Without all his prized supplements, his high functioning physique was not nearly as sharp as it had been. All the massive meals and intense snacking were beginning to take its toll, and slowly his muscles were withering and his fat levels were climbing.

In addition to her plan at school, Miss Gunderson had enlisted an ally in Thick's home: his father, Darren. She had assumed correctly that Darren had also grown tired of Thick's arrogance, so she had plotted with him to keep his son on a high-fat diet at home, and Darren was also swapping out Thick's clothes with larger sizes so he wouldn't realize his weight was climbing. In the past month or so, the once-in-his-prime athlete had lost about 10 pounds of muscle and replaced it with 10 pounds of fat on his stomach. It wasn't a lot, but enough to make him struggle on the football field.

Thick eventually got out of bed, put on his sweats and a t-shirt, then headed upstairs for a steak and eggs breakfast that his dad had cooked for him. He figured at least he need to fill up his stomach before he sat around with a bunch of whiners in the locker room.

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Three more months later…

Football season had come and gone, and Thick was now gearing up for basketball. He was disappointed in how his gridiron season turned out, as the team ended up with a losing season and all chances of a scholarship in that sport had dissipated, but he wasn't too worried. His incredible athleticism would allow him to get a hoops scholarship just as easily.

Or so he thought. Within 10 minutes of laps around the gym on the first day of practice, Thick was gasping for breath. Even though he was a big guy he had never had a problem jogging before, as his supercharged muscles could power out laps with even the most experienced track runners. But today was different – Thick couldn't quite keep up with his teammates, so he assumed he had just gotten a cold that would eventually work its way out.

What he didn't realize was that he had lost another 20 pounds of muscle and replaced it with 20 pounds of pure flab. It was hard for him to notice all the weight gain below his big ol' chest, but things had definitely changed. The V shape he had been so proud of had lessened considerably, and his gut, waist, and butt had all expanded.

And even though it wasn't noticeable to him, there were three observers in the bleachers who could tell that his body was changing – Miss Gunderson and her two new favorite students, Stephanie and Melissa. They were all grinning as they watched Thick struggle around the gym, and they could tell his weight was beginning to creep up. In the meantime, the PE teacher had put the two ladies on a strict diet and had been coaching them to lose weight, so they were getting thinner and stronger as the months progressed.

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A few more months go by...

It was a beautiful spring day and the sun was shining brightly, but Thick was in a foul mood. The first baseball game should have been one of the highlights of his senior year, but he didn't really feel like celebrating. After a disastrous basketball season, where he had trouble making even the easiest of shots and his coach kept benching him, Thick was counting on baseball to get him a college scholarship – but the day was not starting well. First, he was already winded from the warm-up sprints, and he felt like he couldn't catch his breath even though it had been over an house since the game began. "Stupid cold," he thought. "How long is this thing going to linger?"

Even worse, his uniform didn't seem to fit right. Instead of stretching tight across his chest and arms, it was weirdly snug on his stomach and ass. "I don't see how they could mess it up so much."

And these problems were clearly affecting his performance. Twice up to bat, and both times he had struck out. He was trying to do his best for the college scouts in the stands, but nobody had been impressed with his performance so far.

So when he got up for his third, and probably last, time to bat for the game, he was determined to make it count. Thick concentrated as hard as he could as the ball approached, swung his bat, and managed to make contact. The ball sailed past the shortstop and into the outfield, landing on the grass.

Thick took off for first base, but he could immediately feel like something was wrong. He felt like he was running in slow motion, lumbering like Frankenstein when he should have sped down the baseline like a gazelle. His stomach and legs felt...weird. Sloppy was the best word he could come up with in the moment – shaking and quivering like they had lost control.

He huffed and puffed trying to make it to the base before the ball was thrown in. 20 feet left, 15 feet, 10 feet...he was so close to the base.

But then, suddenly, Thick could feel something happening...a snap around his waistband. His belt had somehow broken and his pants were actually falling off. He tried the grab the fabric but was having difficulty seeing what was happening because of his bulky torso, so he craned his neck. Unfortunately for Thick, this action caused his top-heavy body to lean too far forward, and he fell down to the ground three feet shy of first base. The ump called him out and he could hear the crowd start laughing.

"Fuck," he said. "I gotta do something to turn this losing streak around."

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Senior graduation was rapidly approaching, and Thick was ready to end his high school experience. The last year had been a disaster in his mind - not only did they have losing seasons in both football and basketball, but his coach cut him from the baseball team because of his poor showing in the year. Thick had felt sluggish and unmotivated the whole time, and worse than doing poorly in sports, he hadn't scored with a chick in months. Even though he was upset about not getting a scholarship, which meant no college, he was excited for the summer – at least he could have some fun at the beach before having to figure out what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

Having gotten barely passing grades in all of his classes, Thick had only one more hurdle left to jump: the physical challenge in his PE class. If you signed up for PE as an elective, you had to pass the challenge at the end – it was the school's way of deterring anyone from just taking the course to fill out their schedule.

The challenge was laid out on a course that combined running, calisthenics, and obstacles that participants had to climb over and under, and the whole thing had to be completed in 30 minutes. In previous years, Thick had always been the first one done, and had actually set the school record for the course as a junior. He knew he wouldn't set another record this year, but he still didn't think it would present much of a challenge.

Thick sauntered over to the starting point after getting dressed in the locker room. He could hear others whispering as he lumbered across the field, figuring as always they were just jealous of his body. "With big ol' muscles like mine, of course they're jealous."

As he lined up with the other participants, he noticed two girls that looked familiar. He searched his mind where he had seen them before – they looked like the two girls who had worked at the clothing store he visited in the fall, but these chicks were much hotter. They obviously took great care of their bodies, unlike the heifers that Thick recalled had lusted after him in the store. He smiled and winked at them, and both girls giggled.

"Still got it," he thought.

The girls, of course, were giggling at the changes that Thick had gone through courtesy of Miss Gunderson's plans. He seemed oblivious to the fact that he had lost a good deal of muscle during the school year and added 80 pounds of fat, bringing his weight up to almost 300 pounds. All of the other students were still too scared of him to comment, but everyone could see that his powerful pecs were now saggy moobs, and his rock-hard abs now bulged out into a jiggly belly. And his ass had practically exploded in size, so much so that the kids called him AssQuake when they walked behind him in the halls.

Thanks to Thick's dad, who was switching out his son's clothes with larger sizes, and thanks to the beefy teen's rampant ego, Thick hadn't noticed these changes of course. He chalked up his poor performance on the sports field to a lingering cold but figured he would soon be back to normal.

Both of the gym teachers, Mr. Hallock and Miss Gunderson, welcomed the students to the challenge and explained the rules. They were told that if they didn't pass the challenge, they would have to retake PE in summer school and complete another challenge at the end of it.

Finally, it was time to begin, so Mr. Hallock blew his whistle and all the students took off.

Thick started strong but faded very quickly. The excess poundage he had piled on completely destroyed any stamina he once had, and within 2 minutes he was behind all the other students. After 15 minutes, he was way behind everyone else, and after 30, he hadn’t even completed half of the course.

It was Thick’s worst nightmare, but it came true. Even though he had set the course record just a year earlier, he was incapable of completing the challenge in the time allotted this year. "Even the porkiest of the students, Garrett What's-his-name, finished it in time and he must weigh over 300 pounds," thought Thick.

He could hear the other kids laughing as he laid out on the field, gasping for air. "How could this happen?" he thought. "I'm the strongest, toughest guy in the school."

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One week later, instead of heading down to the beach for a full day of fun in the sun with his friends, Thick reported to the gym at 8:00am. He got dressed in a huge t-shirt and baggy athletic shorts and headed upstairs to the weight room. Miss Gunderson was already there, with two women standing next to her. They were the two hotties that had he had winked at right before the physical challenge...but he still couldn't quite figure out where he knew them from.

"OK, Thick, here's what's going to happen," said Miss Gunderson. "You are the only student who didn't pass the challenge, so you are the only student who has to take this make-up PE class. I expect you to be here, on time, every day for the next four weeks, and I expect you to do everything I say, as well as everything my two helpers tell you. Stephanie and Melissa are interested in teaching physical education someday, so as my interns, you need to give them the same level of respect you give me. If you fail at any of these expectations, you will flunk PE and not receive your high school diploma. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good to hear. So let's get started."