Russ stood up, and his enormous belly plummeted out in front of him in slow-motion. The lights in the cabin seemed to dim in its presence, and Matt felt dwarfed in its shadow.
Matt's brain was racing, but his lips merely hung open and stammered as he tried answering Russ's provocative question; his twitchy body language spoke volumes, his eyes glued to Russ' quivering navel.
"I guess you aren't used to seeing guys as big as me", Russ smirked knowingly. He walked past Matt and let the subject drop, to spare Matt some embarrassment and break the spell over him. His fleshy sides trembled with each step, only intensifying Matt's stare, which kept fixed on the mountain of fat.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." Matt responds. His throat ached from the lump that was caught in it, but did his best to keep the nervousness of his voice.
"Your turn." Russ said, relinquishing the bathroom. Matt nabbed his suit and ducked inside to change. When he awkwardly stepped back out, Russ was reclined on a nearby bunk, his arms and head overshadowed by his mammoth belly and legs, which stretched out before him. Matt followed suit and sat on the opposite bunk in his swim trunk, staring across the floor with unease at Russ.
"Ready to go?" Russ asked.
"Yeah, if you are." Matt replied.
"If you're just getting settled in, we could just hang instead." Russ grunted and stood up; the bunk creaked, his fleshy gut rolled down over his legs, and the underside shook and loomed in front of Matt's face.
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