(This story contains male stuffing and male-male encouraging.)
Sing looked dumbfoundedly at the server that ran his automated tests. He knew he had to get it working again if he was going to resume his work, but he was a software guy. Trying to figure out why a computer wasn't working was well outside of his forté. Which was why, after 20 minutes of fumbling around, he'd called IT for help. Now he just had to wait for the IT person to show up.
After pulling away from the computer, Sing crossed his arms close to his chest and let out a grunt of discomfort. He knew they had to keep the labs at a low temperature so the machines didn't overheat. Yet even wearing the sweatshirt that he kept at his desk, he still didn't feel comfortable. Looking around at the other engineers in the lab, all bundled up like they were braving a minor snowstorm, he concluded the feeling was a common one.
"Hey, Sing?"
The voice belonged to a very heavyset fellow, stumbling his way through the gaps of the lab. Sing had never considered the walkways especially narrow, but they posed a much greater challenge for this man than him. "Jimmy?" Sing returned.
"Nice to meet you," Jimmy said, extending his soft hand for Sing to shake. When Sing took Jimmy's hand, it enveloped his in a warm grip. Jimmy's burly arm brushed against his light grey shirt, as he could barely reach past his gargantuan belly to shake Sing's hand. His belly dwarfed even the server itself, an impressive feat considering the server itself was bigger than a milk crate.
Jimmy's shirt left nothing to the imagination about the size of his impressive midsection. The thin fabric wrapped tightly around his bulging belly, its speckled pattern accentuating all his girth. It was smooth like it had been painted on as it wrapped around his ample gut, save for the indentation on his belly button, and the protrusion of his nipples from behind the cloth. Wrapped so tightly, the shirt revealed that he was all belly, with barely any lovehandles to speak off. Even his chest kept to itself atop the towering globe that was his stomach. "So, you're having a problem with your server?"
"Yes," Sing confirmed. "It's this one right here. It doesn't seem to want to connect to the network, I've checked all the cables and everything I can think of from the terminal, and I'm stumped."
"Have you tried turning it off and--"
"That was the first thing I tried."
"Just gotta check. Can I hardwire in?" Jimmy raised the laptop he'd been carrying under his arm. It must have been hidden by his belly before, Sing reasoned.
"Sure," Sing said, removing the cable from his own laptop and handing it to Jimmy.
"Thanks."
Sing moved aside to let Jimmy take a seat. But instead, Jimmy opened his laptop and rested one side in the notch where his chest and belly met. With one arm under the laptop's base, he plugged the cable in with his other hand, and started typing.
"You can take a seat if you want," Sing offered
"No thanks. I'm more comfortable this way."
With a nod, Sing sat down again, taking the time to catch up on emails as Jimmy worked his magic.
A few minutes of silence passed between the two, soundtracked by the hum of fans and a chorus of rhythmic beeping. Sing looked up to see if Jimmy showed any indication of making progress. With Jimmy's laptop screen blocking the view of his face, Sing was left with little to look at beyond his monstrous gut.
Having worked in software for nearly a decade, Sing had seen plenty of hefty fellows dotting the hallways and desks of the office. From young guys who overachieved when it came to the freshman 15, to older guys who walked with the deliberateness of someone intimately familiar with the struggle of carrying that much weight. Yet Jimmy was still fat enough to handily compete for the title of biggest guy Sing had seen in the office.
