“Sure you can ask,” replied Fats, laughing. “And I even know, since I weighed in yesterday. But I can’t tell you - you haven’t weighed in yet.”
“No, I haven’t registered or anything,” replies Matt. “I guess I sort of panicked when that cook guy came in.”
“We know, we saw,” adds Tor. “We have to go that way anyway - why don’t we take you back, so you can register and maybe trade those tight pants for some comfy fleece eatingwear. First, though, we’ll get you weighed so Fats can tell you his weight.”
“And yours too!” adds Matt.
“Sure, if you like,” replies Tor. “Though my weight’s not as impressive as Fats’ here.” He gives Fats another bellyslap, setting Fats’ paunch fat to wobbling and vibrating.
“You like doing that, don’t you, Tor?” says Fats, smiling and bellyslapping Tor back.
“Works better on you than on me though!” Tor chuckles.
Matt turns back towards the office, breathing hard after his run, and he and the two teenage colossi begin to slowly move back to the office - Matt walking tiredly, Tor strutting his fat body, and Fats doing a ‘power’ version of the fat man waddle. They arrive in the office and the receptionist says nods to Fats and Tor.
“I see you brought him back,” the receptionist says, smiling.
“Oh, he came willingly,” replies Fats. “Just a case of newby nerves about private schools. I guess Pots can be a little overwhelming at first.”
“This whole school can be overwhelming at first!” agrees the receptionist. Matt grabs his bags and brings them up to the counter, where the receptionist meets him.
“Welcome! What’s your name?”
“Matthew Butterworth.”
The receptionist turns to the stack of files on the counter and Matt can see that he’s much bigger than he appeared sitting down - although not broad or very tall, his gut hangs forward to an astonishing degree, and Matt can see thick layers of fat on his arms and chest. Matt figures if his Dad is 300 pounds, this man must be 400 pounds.
“Here we are,” says the receptionist in his deep bass voice, flicking open a file. “Forms signed, payment received - Matthew, all we have to do now is weigh you, measure you and...
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