Matt walked into the office. he could smell heated paper, like what comes out of a copier. He looked around the room, and found that the only person there was a boy, about Matt's age, but a lot fatter than him, sitting in a chair against the wall. He looked to weigh 300+ pounds. He was wearing a white dress shirt that clung to his belly, showing every fold of his fat. In fact, the shirt seemed too small for the boy, because Matt could see the bottom of they boy's belly beneath the tails of the shirt. the boy was also wearing a pair or very tight pants.
The boy looked up at mat and said, "Ms. peach will be back in a minute. She's the receptionist." The boy tried to stand up, but his belly seemed to be caught in the arms of the chair. After some struggle, he managed to wriggle himself free. "I'm Joey," he said, reaching out his hand, "Joey Alfredo. But everyone calls me 'Joey Junkfood'." Matt didn't hear a word. he was too enthralled with this kid's belly. It was so soft. The look of it reminded him of one time when he had made pudding bombs to throw at a teacher on the last day of school. he couldn't take his eyes off it. "Hello!" Joey said, "Hey, buddy!" Matt snapped out of his daze and shook Joey's hand. "Sorry," he said, "I'm Matt. What's your name again?" "Joey," Joey replied. He moved his hand to scratch his belly, making it jiggle; Matt began to stare again. Seeing Matt's interest in his belly, Joey asked Matt, "Wanna touch it?" "What?" asked Matt, coming back out of another daze. "Do you want to touch my belly?" Joey asked again, "Here." Joey grabbed Matt's hand and pressed it to his belly. Matt moved his hand around Joey's gut, feeling it's softness. With both his hands, Matt gently lifted Joey's belly to gage it's size. He loved it!
After several minutes of belly worship, Matt was snapped out of his third daze, by...