By: eggmaneggman
You stalk up the stairs heavily, each foot loudly planting itself. The bottom of your giant stomach just narrowly misses hitting every step as you proceed upwards, as it hangs outwards over your strained, unbuttoned, unzippered shorts.
You begin to slow down as you pass the second floor door and keep rising. It turns out, walking up staircases can become very, very tiring even if you have the mass of a normal person. When you do it for short heights, you don't notice, but in reality, by going up you are essentially lifting your entire weight the entire height you go up. It's a valid form of exercise, for cardio at the least.
In your stomach, you have more than a dozen bodies, and who knows how much weight you put on today before dinner? As a result, by the time you're halfway to to the third floor... you have to sit down. Your pits are already stained with sweat and your top is stuck to your back. Panting heavily, you lean forward on a step and rest against the wall.
For a while, you do nothing but concentrate on the sounds you hear. There's a general murmur of chatter buzzing from below, most likely originating from the first floor common area--or perhaps you should call it the dining room. From it are moans of continued sexual intimacy, but with mixed-in yelps and occasionally, burps. You also picked out someone yelling, "FREE PARKING! YES! I GET ALL THE TAX MONEY!" From above, though, you hear many thumps. Not rhythmic, but varied and of many different pitches--accompanied with lots of scrapes, you realize quickly that people are moving furniture and rearranging their room. Hmm, furniture. You didn't think about bringing any, and you didn't have any parents to remind you, considering you ate them at the beginning of this past summer, so you might not have a microwave or a refrigerator.
Haha, just kidding. You're never gonna microwave or refrigerate a meal in your life again.
After letting your sweat evaporate from your skin a bit, you get up, walk up the last 10 steps to the third floor,
take a breather,
go up another 10,
wait for a minute,
and then,
finally,
you reach the fourth and final floor.
The stairwell opens up directly into the hallway, which has rooms all along the left side, and utility rooms like a common kitchen, a smaller lounge, and bathrooms. At the end of the hallway, it turns to the right, where again, all along your left has rooms while the right has those utility rooms. You turn the next corner, where it ends in an opposite staircase downwards. So it seems each of the floors is a U-shape, or rather 3 sides of a square, with the outside having the dorm rooms while the inside rooms have to be ones that work without a window.
You backtrack and find your room assignment, 405. The door is open, and you walk inside to see that a desk, bed, and floor lamp had been provided for each of both roommates, and there are two closets as well. On one of the desks, there is already a mess of make-up bags, typical desk supplies, a laptop, jewelry, and normal stuff that goes on a girl's desk. The other is completely bare, aside from a lanyard with a big key--this you assume to be your desk and your key. Your roommate is probably getting to know the others already, or possibly getting to know the others already. Also possible is that she was one of the ones in the common room, and she's already digesting in your monstrous gut, and that everything in this room is now yours.
You approach the bare bed that has plain brown sheets and an uncovered pillow, stomach erecting itself upwards as you fall onto your back. Metal squeaks as your mattress and boxspring rebound, but it holds your weight. Ahhhhh. Time to relax.
