“Aw, shit,” said Percy, as the red “out of service” light turned on by the elevator key. “It did this all the time last year, I thought they’d fix it over the summer. Now we’ve gotta use the stairs.” Percy turned and waddled back to his room, emerging a moment later with a big bar of chocolate. “Getting this big bod down the stairs takes a lot of energy, I’m going to have a snack first,” he said to Matt, his mouth full of chocolate. “Take a piece.”
“Sure,” said Matt. The chocolate was rich and milky. “What are the big guys in music, besides Big Pun?”
“There’s Fat Joe, and Notorious BIG, and Heavy D,” said Percy, as he shifted his mass towards the stairs. “Some people think the Fat Boys started it, but there guys before them too. Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys was pretty big, and got really fat later.”
“Was Big Pun always fat?”
“No, he got fat after he got successful. He was only 200 pounds when his first album came out, was into boxing and stuff. But then he started to put on weight - he said that he “ate until he couldn’t see his feet.” When he was 28, he was over 700 pounds, but still recording, when he had his heart attack.”
“Did being so fat kill him?”
“No, being fat don’t kill anybody. He already had a heart condition, and he probably did a lot of alcohol and drugs on the road with his touring. That’s what killed him.”
“Do you rap like him?”
“Oh yeah. I call myself ‘Fat P’ for my album. I sound a bit like Big Pun, but I also do stuff like that English crooner, Rik Waller. He’s fairly fat too - about 300 pounds,” Percy added.
“Well, guess we’d better go down the stairs,” Percy went on, looking back one last time at the elevator. The red “out of service” light still glowed red. “I’d better go first. If I fell on you, I’d probably kill you, I’m so much bigger than you are,” Percy said.
As he swung one fat leg down on to the first step, the shudders of the motion travelled up his fat leg and through his fat butt. From the back, Matt could see how Percy’s fat calves and thighs and butt filled his uniform pants. Everytime Percy moved, the seams in his pants strained. His bottom half would have been most impressive, except that it was eclipsed - literally - by the huge fat gut that hung over it. The shudders from Percy’s legs travelled up and made his huge love handles vibrate, though their motion was mostly produced by the vast swing of Percy’s gut from side to side. Matt could see why Percy didn’t like taking the stairs - it took phenomenal muscles and balance to keep all that flab in motion, and upright.
Matt was mesmerised by the motion of Percy walking down the stairs, and as he stepped down himself, found himself daydreaming about what it would be like to be as big as Percy. His daydream was interrupted on the second floor landing when:
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