#instinct-food

[change-your-instinct]

Matt and Tim stood in front of a huge lump sprawled out on the couch of what used to be Ronald, the biggest linebacker on the team. 

“Is it bad?” He asked, his second chin propping up his forehead unable to look down, his neck just a blob consuming his face connected directly his shoulders. He could just see the skin around his bellybutton jutting into his view. His arms were unwieldy bags of meat, settled at his sides sticking out from a cutoff shirt that barely contained his body, the sides of his chest escaping through the cuts. Lastly, the brutes belly stuck out soft, placid for all to see, the school’s shirt heaved up exposing it.  

“Damn, what happened to you?” Matt asked.

Ron heaved trying to get up, ultimately sinking back down as his own weight overpowered him. “I ordered a dozen of Doughboy’s donuts off of a delivery app. They were good, couldn’t help myself...”

“It has to be Grant!” Tim shouted. “You have to get him! We need Ron in our next game”

Matt shook his head, pulling out his phone to look up the place. “It’s impossible, this couldn’t have happened over night. And look, there’s no such thing as Doughboy’s Donuts” Matt showed Tim. 

Ron shook his head, pulling up his phone. “Bryce sent it out to the defense chat,, we got a discount since he works there now.”

“We have to keep this from getting out before everyone else becomes Ron”

It was too late though. By the next practice, nearly all the linemen had increased their blocking ability. Luckily, none as bad as a dozen. By the next practice, they all made a new defensive team picture showing off their new weight, none questioning the changes.

[change-your-instinct]

Dennis remembered back to his soccer days when he had just started cooking. His teammates had made fun of him when his stomach had just started jutting out, clear in his uniform. That was his senior year before going to a cooking school.

He thought he’d have time to exercise, but every day was the same. Classes in the morning, studying every evening. He’d practice every meal, cooking as much as he could. Then he’d need to eat it or it’d go to waste. Every morning he’d wake up, slightly bigger, his stomach larger from the increasing portions and no time to work off the extra calories

He stood there, watching the steak sizzle, his head resting on his second chin, the shirt caught underneath it. His body a growing blob underneath him, a statement of he massive amount of food he could cook.

[change-your-instinct]

Bjorn was a motivational speaker. Every week he'd haul his ass from his home back to the airport headed to another city his company had a branch at. Just for a presentation. The same presentation he'd given for the past 5 months.

At least, at first. Word soon left his company, and they were hiring him out to other companies as well. They could have just recorded it, but it was giving the company a huge boost. The company had him doing promotional work, side presentations, until his week was filled with a flight and a auditorium three or four times.

It had all started when each branch sent in a video of a presentation to corporate, corporate needing to find a way to boost the moral easily. Bjorn won, the new face of the company. A built man flexing on a slide, jaw chiseled, clean cut.

He had no time now for himself. What was fun at first was now sickening flying all the time. Slowly he started to deteriorate. He no longer had time for the gym or to eat, finding himself back at fast food almost everyday.

Over the course of the five months, he looked nothing like before, a lump of lard standing in front of an auditorium, huge belly showing how he'd let himself go. How lazy he'd become, unable to get himself motivated to workout. The difference became painful, seeing himself up on the screen every time. He stopped looking, except that didn't fix it. Now he knew he got to the slide when the crowd chuckled, comparing the two.

One ripped, one plus sixty pounds.