Beads of sweat formed on Tim's face as he sat on one of the stairs leading up to the top of the waterslide. His heart raced due to the sheer effort it took for haul his 250+ pound body up those stairs again and again and again. He needed a moment to catch his breath and gestured to Carl to go on without him. The smaller boy walked past him.
While he recovered, something caught Tim's eye. Not too far away was a separate pool for those wanting to swim laps. It was typically occupied by svelte boys and girls who swam through the water as if they were birds gliding through air.
But under the waves, Tim spotted the figure of an utterly massive person. Even from a distance and obscured by the water currents, he could tell that whoever was swimming in that designated lane was pretty big, perhaps as even wide as the lane itself.
Tim watched as the figure slowly yet consistently moved under the water, crawl a few feet then pop up to take a large gasp of air before plunging down again. It must have taken at least ten minutes to do just one lap.
The large swimmer then went over to the pool's ladder and pulled himself out. That's was when Tim got a good look at the guy. He guessed the swimmer was around Tim's age and probably the same height, but the swimmer was much, much heavier than Tim. A belly nearly the size of a beach ball with two fatty slabs for moobs resting on top with nipples stretched to the size of silver dollars, love handles that seemed to reach totally around his back, tree trunk thighs, and a butt that looked like two basketballs shoved into what had to be the largest red Speedo Tim ever saw. Were Tim closer, he would have noticed faded stretch marks around the swimmer's bellybutton, nipples, upper arms, and thighs. The mammoth of a boy plodded to a nearby chair where he began towelling off, starting with his mop of unkempt brown hair and working his way down, being sure dry off his folds of fat as well.
Drying off the best he could (Tim noticed he wasn't able to reach too far past his enormous belly), the swimmer wrapped the cartoonishly large towel around his waist and waddled in the direction of the locker room, his flab wobbling as he waddled away.
Tim was in awe and intrigued by the boy. Here he was, hovering around 250 pounds and barely able to get up a flight of stairs. Yet that guy, who probably around 400 pounds, was doing laps and hardly looked winded afterwards.
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