Next Big Thing, The

We goin' to Sizzler

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By Rienzope

"I'm sorry sir. The sign says no shirt, no shoes, no service."

"I've got the shoes, all I'm missing is the shirt. Please."

The waitress looked at Huge slabs of muscles hanging from his shoulders. Blinked. "Alright, but sit in the back."

Will stuffed himself. He shoveled down plate after plate of food. He hadn't eaten this much since´┐Ż well, he'd never actually eaten this much before. After 3 hours of buffet-style gluttony, he payed his $9.99 and went on his way. He felt one of his arms again and it was still pretty pumped. His full stomach stuck out obscenely. He decided to skip his evening work out and turn in early. •


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