I came across someone while at the mall tonight. Man no less than 500 pounds sitting in the waiting area outside Dave and Busters. Green shirt barely big enough to cover his bellybutton. Gut pooling out toward his knees. Huffing and puffing and red faced. It took all my energy and using my briefcase to hide my boner just to avoid making too much of a scene.
I'm barely half his weight at 290. I need to become that big. That soft. That round. That breathlessly tired, from simply walking around. I want to feel my heart hammering away from standing up to leave the buffet table. Muscles crying for mercy from lifting them from their two resting positions: on my sides or resting on my gut.