chapter 7 - matt weighs in

(Just a short chapter. Sorry about the cliffhanger on the last one. Didn't mean to leave everybody waiting for the weigh-in hanging. ;) Thanks again for all your comments - they're much appreciated!)

When Matt emerged from his food coma a couple of hours later, Kate wasted no time in making sure he held up his end of the deal. "Time to get on the scale!" she announced cheerfully, producing a shiny, expensive-looking scale she probably spent a stupid amount on Amazon for.

"Ohhh, I'm full," Matt groaned contentedly as Adrian helped haul him to his feet. "Got a big ol' belly."

"That's for sure," Adrian agreed, patting Matt's fat gut and watching it wobble as he waddled forward.

Matt's hands rested on his bloated, heavy middle as he heaved himself onto the scale. He looked down in anticipation, but he wasn't going to come close to seeing anything but belly.

"458 pounds," Kate read out triumphantly. Matt's jaw dropped. "That's, like, four Kates," Adrian gasped.

"More than that," Kate agreed, voice hushed with excitement. "He's absolutely huge."

"He's going to be 500 pounds in no time," Kate breathed in an excited half-whisper. "He used to work out every day! Look at him now." She reached out slowly to grab the sides of his belly, struggling to lift up the hanging mass of fat. "Oh, god, that's heavy." It took a while for his fat to stop wobbling when she let go.

"At least 250 of that has to be pure blubber," Adrian reflected. He grabbed two handfuls of Matt's massive belly and gave it a shake, chuckling at how much the soft fat jiggled.

"Oh, at least," Kate agreed. "Sitting on your fat ass all day stuffing your face doesn't build a lot of muscle." Matt didn't protest. Maybe he was stunned. Or just thinking about what to eat next.

"I mean, we shouldn't judge a book by its cover," Adrian mused. "There are a lot of fat people who are in pretty good shape. But I figure they get off the couch now and again."

"He's right," Kate grinned at Matt. "Weight isn't anywhere close to the whole story when it comes to fitness. I mean, there's obviously a couple hundred pounds of extra fat going on here. But for all I know you could be hiding a hundred pounds of muscle under the couple hundred pounds of fat," she giggled. "I mean, I doubt it. But it's theoretically possible."

"I'm not that out of shape," Matt protested.

"Really?" Adrian chuckled. "When's the last time you went to the gym? Let's see you try and do a pushup."

"Well, he should probably stretch first," Kate said. "Let's see how your flexibility is these days, Matt. Try and touch your toes."

Matt was out of excuses and too stubborn to back down. He was even less agile than usual with five pies in his belly, teetering slowly off the scale and belching as he waddled forward.

Just bending forward was a challenge for Matt's balance. He struggled to reach past his massive stomach, fat arms pushed outward by the bulk of his chest and sides. Balancing his front-heavy bulk well enough to bend over was even harder than usual when he was this full, his stomach gurgling in protest as he struggled to at least reach his knees. But there was just too much belly in the way. He gave up after a few more halfhearted tries got nowhere close to touching his knees.

"Touching your toes is girl stuff," Matt scoffed, breathing hard and sweating. "That's not real fitness anyway."

"Oh, really?" Kate said, raising an eyebrow. "Let's see you try a pushup, then."

"Bet you can't do one," Matt snapped, lowering himself with difficulty onto his hands and knees. His belly was so big and low-hanging he was having trouble getting it to clear the ground.

"I can only do about eight," she said sheepishly. "I pretty much just do cardio, though. So you should be able to beat me no problem!"

Matt tried to maneuver his bloated form into a pushup position, but he was too heavy and full to get anywhere close. The best he could do was get onto his hands and feet with his knees bent and wide ass in the air, but his arms were too flabby to hold up his 458-pound weight for more than a couple of seconds even in that position. "Shit, I blimped up," Matt panted, collapsing onto his front and belching loudly as his weight rested on his pie-filled stomach.

"Let's see how your core strength is doing," Adrian snickered. "See if you can do a sit-up."

Adrian helped a panting, red-faced, sweaty Matt roll slowly onto his side, and then maneuver his bulk to lie flat on his back. He struggled to raise his arms above his head, range of motion limited by rolls of fat. He'd packed on so much weight that it was a challenge for Adrian to tell where his chest, back, arms, and neck started and ended.
Matt struggled to sit up, but he was too fat and full to raise his shoulders off the ground. Despite his ineffectual flailing Matt stayed flat on his back, as if somebody had flipped over a particularly fat, bloated turtle. After his fifth unproductive try he gave up, sweat drenching his face and soaking his ill-fitting t-shirt.

"I think exercise is a thing of the past for our friend here," Kate reflected.

"It's not fair," Matt gasped, hands resting on the sides of his gut. "I'm too full of pie. Look how big my belly is... urrppp.. right now."

"Never been bigger," Kate agreed.

"Don't think it'll be getting much smaller," Adrian chimed in.

"You know, Matt, you've made so much progress on your physique in the last few years," Kate grinned. "I really think you deserve another treat."

A bit of suspicion entered Matt's stuffed, stupid expression, but his eyes lit up with greed when he realized she was heading for the refrigerator.

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