Pay your High-school football coach a visit

You lumber out and look around, seeing people freeze in place as they look up at you to see how big you are. Most people are too shocked to try and run away so they're just standing there staring at you. Though, of course, you don't mind. It feels nice to have to be looked up to and seen as the giant man you are. All you do is smile at them and pat the side of your gut before you push them out of the way with it to lumber off toward your destination - whatever that will be.

A sudden thought that struck you is that it would be fun to pay your old high-school football coach a visit. You started to remember all the times where he had been complaining about your size.... That you where not big enough to be the offensive line that he had expected to you to be. That you lost too many battles...that you missed too many blocks. All these memories coming back to you made you filled up with with the desire to show him the new you, and make him swallow his old words..

Your high-school coach had since then been promoted to head coach of the local professional men's, and their stadium was not too far away from you. This was perfect! You knew exactly where you could find him.

You paced up along the sidewalk with heavy footsteps, people gawking and staring from their cars and pointing at you. Your 7'+ height and 1600lbs made people throw themselves out of the way to avoid getting sent to the ground by your swaying gut and big bulge between your tree trunk legs.

Approaching the stadium you walked accross the parking lot towards the main entrance...