âReally?â replied Matt, his brain boggling at trying to imagine a guy much bigger than Rocco.
âYeah, heâs very cool - freezer burn cool,â Rocco continued enthusiastically. âHeâs over 700 pounds!â
â700 pounds!â Matt replied, amazed. âCan he, like, move!â
âOh yeah!â replied Rocco. âYouâd have to be HUGE to not be able to walk. Hey, here he comes now!â Rocco continued, waving an arm towards the cafeteria doors. Matt turned to look and saw the biggest boy - heck, the biggest person - he had ever laid eyes on cruising in through the door. Fat was an understatement. Obese didnât begin to describe him adequately. The boy who came in through the door was IMMENSE. And FAT. GIGANTIC, in fact - his mammoth gut bounced in rhythm with his footsteps. He looked like the wax statue of the world fattest man that Matt had seen in a travelling Ripleyâs âBelieve it or not!â show come to life. Matt realised that he was holding his breath, and let it all out in a gust.
âWow!â he said in surprise and admiration. As the immense fat boy came closer, Matt could see that he was truly, awesomely immense - but also obviously mobile, and alert. Rocco waved a hand at the obese newcomer and he changed course, coming closer to Rocco and Matt.
âHey Rocco,â the fat boy said, in a deep, smooth voice, âwhoâs this?â As he came to a halt, Matt could see his mammoth gut surge up and down, and waves of motion pass through his fat pecs and arms, as he stopped pumping these last for balance. The fat boy was clad in a t-shirt that exhibited his voluminous curves, and a pair of fleece track pants. Matt realised that most of the boys in the cafeteria were similarly clad - and that such stretchy clothes certainly showed off the burgeoning fat bodies around him.
Rocco replied, âHey Fats, this is Matt, a newby in Grade 9. Heâs never seen so many fat boys before.â
âWell, thatâs not surprising, is it?â replied Fats. âAnd I bet heâs never seen anyone as fat as me before, have you?â he added, directing the last part at Matt.
âNo,â Matt replied, almost stammering, âI havenât.â
âWell, take a good look - but donât worry, youâre going to see a lot of fat boys this year. And youâre going to see a lot of me - and more and more of me as the year goes on. Iâve got quite the gut, hey?â he added, noting Mattâs stare. âYouâve heard of âabs of steelâ, like boxers boast of? Well, Iâve got the reverse - âabs of flabâ. My abs are so fat, they absorb impact! I call them my front bumper!â He rammed one meaty hand into his glorious gut and it sank as if underwater. Concentric circles of disturbance rolled out across the adipose curves of his paunch. He extracted his hand and laughed. âNever seen anybody do that before, hunh? Well, you see,â he said, suddenly louder, âFATâ- a few other boys joined him - âISâ - most of the rest of room joined in - âWHEREâ âITâSâ âAATTT!!!!â Fats concluded, rocking up and down on his heels, laughing loudly and making his abundant bay-window surge up and down. âWell,â the fat boy continued, âafter that workout itâs time to eat! Pot! Have you got my tray ready?â
âSure do, Farley!â Pots replying, hoisting a huge metal casserole onto a tray and passing it over.
âFATS! FATS! FATS!â chanted the assembled boys.
âThanks guys! Eat up!â the gigantic boy smiled. He took the tray and headed to the nearest chair, whose occupant rapidly got out of his way. Farley dropped his immense avoirdupois onto the chair, which groaned in protest. Farley immediately began to eat, using the ladle Pots had left in the casserole dish.
âOh my god,â Matt said quietly under his breath, while Rocco remarked, âIsnât he great? Iâd love to get as big as him. You gotta watch him eat - horses eat less than Fat Albert!â And Rocco turned to watch Farley stuffing his face as if he hadnât eaten in weeks, as the line for food grew behind them.
In moments, Rocco and Matt were equipped with a tray each groaning with food. They looked around and grabbed seats...