Scott had always been a victim of short-term thinking. This semester’s partner project with Bridget Smith was no exception. When Bridget had approached him enthusiastically, asking him to be her partner, Scott was hesitant. Bridget was known for her intense work ethic and commitment to academic excellence, whereas Scott preferred coasting through life, typically relying on his charming attitude and good looks to overpower his arrogant, lazy approach to life. But when she assured him that not only would she do all the work, but that the project itself basically implied him being lazy and eating fast food for a few months, Scott gratefully accepted. “Sounds like an easy ‘A,’” he thought greedily.
She explained with excitement that she planned to gather vital research pertinent to all young adults their age regarding the effects of an overconsumption of fast food and rapid weight gain on the body. Scott simply needed to eat everything she asked him to without question, and she would track the changes in his physiology over the next few months. But Scott was hardly listening. He had landed the jackpot, he thought. Another class he could cross off his list of distractions from what was really important to his college career — partying and chasing girls. He would never have considered that his partnership with Bridget would ultimately make both of those things a much harder task in life.
Bridget wasted no time. She immediately got Scott started on a very specific diet plan and reduced his gym routine to two nights a week. She thought it would be wise to slowly ease Scott into this lifestyle change; act too quickly, and Scott would scare. Instead, she made some additions to Scott’s already questionable college diet. These included specially designed brownies and cakes made with a recipe that maximized fat and calorie content, as well as incredibly rich gainer shakes she designed herself to maximize calorie intake and increase stomach capacity over time.
Scott welcomed the tasty home-cooked snacks, all the while entirely oblivious to how meticulous Bridget’s vision for him was. As a result, the weight began to pile on quickly — so fast, in fact, that Scott hardly noticed the changes to his body happening.
For the first three months, Scott lived in blissful ignorance. Bridget had been careful to keep the changes to his diet and lifestyle gradual enough that Scott wouldn't realize just how drastic the cumulative effects were. His classmates were both shocked and intrigued to see just how far Bridget’s experiment would go. Even the professor was amazed at just how quickly Scott had transformed into an enormous fat blob. Over the course of three short months, he had put on a titanic 70 pounds. By now, Scott consumed roughly 15,000 calories per day, which equated to approximately four pounds of fat gained per week. Scott had ballooned, and somehow he still seemed completely unaware of the accelerating changes happening to his body. Bridget knew that Scott wasn’t very intelligent, but even still, she was amazed that he showed no signs of awareness of the incredible transformation he was undergoing. This, of course, meant that Bridget felt comfortable moving ahead to Plan B. Unfortunately for poor Scott, soon the changes would be impossible to overlook.
At first, Scott had been happy with their arrangement. After all, Bridget was a hardworking student, and Scott had gone to college mostly for the parties and the girls (though he was finding less and less time for either with the current eating regimen he had been placed on). This health class had been a necessary elective, and with Bridget as his partner, he could coast through to the end of the year. He simply had to follow her rigid instructions: absolutely no physical exercise, consume everything she instructed him to eat (more was acceptable, but less wasn’t an option), and meet with her once a day to check vitals and any noticeable changes. It seemed like an easy A. And he figured he’d always have the chance to work off a bit of blubber once the year-long project was complete.
Today was the first progress check on the class’s projects, and now, for the first time, standing in his underwear in front of his classmates, he was beginning to have second thoughts about how sweet this deal really was. Bridget asked Scott to strip and proceeded to begin her presentation, first by admitting that Scott’s growth had already well surpassed even her wildest expectations. This she attributed to his great leaning toward unhealthy, calorie-rich food and the complete lack of exercise. She went on to list all of her findings, presenting both to the class and to Scott statistical information that began to rouse Scott from his dream state. Maybe it was the snickering of his classmates, or maybe it was the thorough explanation of Scott’s new stretch marks being an indication of unprecedented, irreversible changes to his physique, but for the first time since starting his gain, Scott began to think that maybe this might have been a mistake.
“356 pounds!” she declared excitedly. The crowd of students gasped as Scott’s face dropped. “That means, from a starting weight of 175 pounds, we’ve already more than doubled his weight!” The crowd began snapping pictures as Scott’s face flushed red. This wasn’t what he had expected when he agreed to be Bridget’s partner.
She concluded her presentation by declaring that in this second half of the project, she would focus on even more extreme measures, with the goal being to shift Scott’s lifestyle as drastically as possible and report her findings. “With the already remarkable changes to Scott’s slowed metabolism and increased stomach capacity, a shift to a greater percentage of foods with high cholesterol and saturated fat content, plus a drastic increase in caloric intake, should see that Scott’s weight increases exponentially through the end of the project!”
Exponentially? Scott thought in horror.
“See you next month for the next weigh-in,” she declared enthusiastically. The class applauded, and the professor gave Bridget a nod of approval for her hard work.
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