“Sports?” replied Percy. “Yeah, he’s bulking up for wrestling - he did really well last year!”
“He’s bulking up for wrestling?” asked Matt in an incredulous voice. “But, there’s like a weight limit for wrestling, isn’t there? I couldn’t wrestle last year because I was too heavy!”
“Oh, your old school must have been in the regular school leagues - we don’t wrestle in those, none of us are skinny enough! We wrestle in a proper heavyweight league - you have to be 250 just to get in, and for the biggest class, there’s no upper weight limit, as long as you can move enough to win!”
“No upper limit? Sounds cool!”
“Yeah, we think so. Wrestling’s not really my thing, but it’s nice to know I could if I wanted to.”
“Wow! What are you into?” Matt asks.
Just at that moment, Percy’s prodigious paunch gurgled loudly. “Hey, we’re overdue for lunch, let’s go!” says Percy, swinging his immensely fat body around and heading for the elevator. Matt follows behind, fascinated by the sight of Percy in motion - hundreds of pounds of flab shifting and bouncing, their motion emphasised by the close-fitting school uniform of white dress shirt and navy blue pants. He watches, nearly mesmerised as Percy waddles down the hallway towards the elevator. Matt knows he shouldn’t stare, but the sight of Percy’s body undulating as he moves enthrals Matt. Percy is so fat!
Percy speaks as he moves ponderously towards the elevator. “I’m really into....
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