“Sports?” replied Percy. “Yeah, Paul’s on the eating team with me!”
“Eating team?” asks Matt, puzzled. “But eating’s not a sport, is it?”
“Around here it is!” replies Percy with a chuckle. “Not to mention in New York, Los Angeles, Tokyo, London... eating’s really catching on! They’ve even set up an international federation!” he finishes, rubbing his massive gut. “After all, we fat guys have to have some sport we’re naturally good at!”
“How much can Paul eat?” asks Matt, astonishment growing by the minute.
“Oh, he’s good for his size - it’s not just a matter of quantity, it’s a matter of speed too. He can’t eat as much as I do though.”
“How much can you eat?” Matt asks.
“Oh, I like to keep that quiet,” replies Percy, “but there’s lots of room in this beast!” He pounds a meaty fist against his mammoth paunch and slow ripples travel across its thick fat from the impact. “Come out to an eating competition sometime and you’ll see.” He swings his abundant body into motion - colossal thighs swinging, belly bouncing gently with every step, ponderous pecs wobbling - and heads for the elevator. By the elevator, he inserts his key in its slot and pushs the down button. A red glow appears in front of Percy, as Matt comes up beside him.
“Aw, shit,” says Percy, Matt sees the red “out of service” light glowing. “It did this all the time last year, I thought they’d fix it over the summer. Now we’ve gotta use the stairs.” Percy turns and waddles back down the hall a little. He steps into a room, emerging a moment later with a big bar of chocolate. “Getting this big bod down the stairs takes a lot of energy, I’m going to have a snack first,” he says to Matt, his mouth full of chocolate. “Have a piece.”
“Thanks!” said Matt, surprised. He snaps a generous piece off, then Percy takes another big mouthful.
“Well, guess we’d better go down,” Percy continues, as they come to the stairway. He takes one last longing look back at the elevator. The “out of service” light is still glowing. “I’ll go first. That way, if I trip and fall, I won’t crush you, but if you trip, you’ll have a nice soft landing.” Percy stroked his vast fat paunch and grinned madly as he said this.
Percy takes a firm grip on the stair railing, then swings one fat leg down on to the first step. Shudders from the motion travel up Percy’s fat leg and throughout his fat butt. From the back, Matt can see how Percy’s fat calves and thighs and butt completely fill his uniform pants. Every time Percy moves, the seams of his pants strain. However, Matt’s eyes don’t linger on Percy’s fat bottom half - impressive as it is, it’s eclipsed, literally, by the gigantic gut hanging above it. The shudders from Percy’s feet hitting the stairs travel up his legs and make his ample love handles oscillate, though their main motion echos the vast swing of Percy’s gut from side to side. Matt can see why Percy doesn’t like taking the stairs - it takes phenomenal muscles and balance to keep all that flab in motion, and uprigh, even with a tight grip on the railing.
Watching Percy walking down the stairs mesmerises Matt, and as he follows Percy down he daydreams about what it would be like to be as big as Percy. The feelings of all that flesh jiggling must be awesome! Matt’s daydream is interrupted when they reach the second floor landing by...
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