I've been hired recently to help add some bulk to the college football team, and in just one year, I've turned you from a skinny little beanpole tennis player into a bigass beefcake lineman. I go over the changes in your weight and measurements and praise you for how big you've gotten--as well as tease you for that big rack of tits you've grown. I'd be absolutely ecstatic if it weren't for the fact that you're now failing all your classes and are therefore academically ineligible to participate on the team. It's like all your brain cells have been replaced with fat cells! I convince you to move into my training facility so I can monitor you more closely, promising to reward you with food if you get your grades up. I also decide to schedule you for an ultrasound: your estrogen levels have shot up significantly since gaining all that weight, and based on your stretched-out asshole, your sexual activity is up too. Not to mention those big tits you've grown. I just want to be safe and ensure I can blow you up into the biggest, baddest, beefiest lineman the school has ever seen.