Matt looked at Russ once again, hoping this was all some sort of joke.
It wasn’t.
Matt began to eat. Half way through the meal, Matt began to slow down. Russ put down his own fork, and came around the table to stand next to Matt, intimidating him to continue eating.
After the platter was emptied Matt was extremely stuffed, his belly bloated out full and tight. Russ reached around and rubbed the taut smooth belly.
Then, Russ helped his stuffed friend to stand and said, "Now let's take a tour. The walking will help you digest, and then you'll be ready for more."
"More?" gasps Matt.
"Yeah. Don't you know about Camp Willix?"
"Know what about it?"
"This is a camp meant for fat boys and big boys, Matt."
"Yeah, knew that, weight-loss camp," Matt replied.
"No, no. This camp is not for boys who want to lose weight, but for those who want to gain it. Some of them want to get fat, others want to get muscular, some of 'em want to get both, and so all the counsellors have to fit the mold to help them. I am on the muscular side, as you can tell," Russ paused and flexed a mighty pec and arm. "How much do you think I weigh?"
"220, 230?"
"Hey, I haven't been that small in a couple of years! I'm here to help the footballers and weightlifters get up to size, and I weigh....
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.10 seconds at 6:29am on Dec 28, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
