“Can I ask you something?” he said, panting gently as he looks at Fats.
“Sure,” says Fats.
“Are you the biggest guy here?”
Fats replies, “No, I'm not, there's heavier prefects than me."
"Heavier?" says Matt, still a bit stunned by the size of these two boy-mountains. "How, how, how much DO you weigh? Can I ask that?" he adds, trying to cover in case it's rude or something.
“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 sort of panicked when that fat cook guy came in.”
“We saw,” says Tor in knowing voice. “It's all right, really. Look, we have to go that way anyway - why don’t you come back with us, you can register and get some comfy clothes for eating. 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 great as Fats’ here.” He gives Fats another bellyslap, making waves pass through the fat of Fats’ prodigious paunch.
“You like doing that, don’t you, Tor?” says Fats, smiling and bellyslapping Tor back.
“Works better on you!” Tor chuckles.
Matt turns back towards the office, still breathing hard after his run, and he and the two heavyweight teens 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. In the office and the receptionist nods to Fats and Tor.
“I see you brought him back.”
“Oh, he came willingly,” replies Fats. “Just a case of newby nerves. Pots can be a little overwhelming at first.”
“This whole school can be overwhelming at first!” agrees the receptionist. Matt moves his bags up to the counter, where the receptionist meets him.
“Welcome! What’s your name?”
“Matthew Butterworth.”
The receptionist turns to a 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 well over 400 pounds.
“Here we are,” says the receptionist in a rich tenor 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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