"... Looks like I'm really not in Kansas anymore," he let out a huge breath. "People here just turn you into a tub and walk away?"
He took a few ponderous steps down the hallway. The doors were all of an even number... the one closest that he could see was 22132, then the little room he was first initiated in was number 22134, and then they continued same '22'... 22136, 22138...
"I guess I'm on floor 22? With another building for the odd numbers?" He shook his head.
"Yeah, they do that so we can't escape. I guess."
Mark nearly jumped, but he still wasn't used to his immense body, and so just gasped. "Ugh, felt that jostle everywhere on me. Are you... my neighbor?"
"Until they get you in a permanent room, I suppose," said Mark's new acquaintance. "The name's Jonah, save your whale jokes newbie," he half-smiled despite his demand for no jokes. Jonah was a black man who was a good few inches taller than mark and a few hundred pounds heavier, by appearances. They shook hands.
"My pleasure. Uh... so what do I... do here? Don't they give us jobs or something?"
Jonah shook his head. "You best head to a common room, meet the other... ah, 'clients', I think they call us. You'll want a few newbies like yourself, plus a more experienced one... maybe a nice half-ton, to help you out," he nodded thoughtfully. "In fact, I was about to hang out with the boys myself. But there are a few other rooms."
"... Oh, the... women wouldn't mind?" Mark asked. He wondered what it would be like, a fat guy but also surrounded by very voluptuous women.
"They don't care, unless you get creepy," Jonah took a few steps, moving easily despite his bulk. "The man cave is this way, and the... she shed, as it is, is a bit beyond that. Keep headed in the other direction if you prefer mixed company. Or if you are gender mixed," he wriggled his shoulders.
"For someone who's so calm, you like to crack wise," Mark took a few steps. "Ugh, being this fat has got me wondering if I should become super lazy as well... can't keep up... "
Jonah, though not unkind, seemed to be leaving Mark behind. He made up his mind where to go...
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