The club is a haze-filled neon-soaked place where the bass pounds
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allfattenedup
The club is a haze-filled neon-soaked place where the bass pounds through the walls You move between the shoulders of mostly strangers and a few friends in a heady kind of half-asleep sleeplessness Until you look across the floor and see him For the first moment its as if you must be dreaming You ve never seen anyone in your life like the man sitting on the plush bench on the other side of the dance floor He s fat Provocatively so - and his crop top says as much emblazoned with the sinful word in large block lettering He s not the fattest man you ve ever seen - not by weight anyway But if fatness could be measured by sheer audacity he d hold the record by a mile He aches of obesity His body strains with it Beneath the crop a black mesh tank strains across the top part of his belly the rest of it left hanging in an exposed greedy flop His thighs are big clouds of fat and cellulite dimpled and spreading surprisingly bottom heavy and completely exposed in a tiny pair of stretchy black shorts The blacklight sweeps illuminating a shock of jagged stretchmarks clawing up his softly billowing hips Shoulders shove around you as you forget to dance - to be continued - I wrote this little piece and then felt inspired to make a video of it Let me know if you guys like this and I ll keep writing it