"So... how much do you gain with this stuff?" John asked.
"Let's see here..." Billy said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing over his gut with one of his meaty hands. "Well... I hear it's 50 pounds a pitcher, but really... who's gonna drink a whole pitcher?"
Billy chuckled as John was taking a sip of the beer. It was actually quite good. It had a slight sweetness to it and was not like any beer he had tried before. Then his eyes went wide as he registered what Billy had said. 50 pounds a pitcher?! He had had whole pitchers before, but it wasn't a common occurrence so he should have been fine... Billy chuckled as he saw John's reaction and shook his head with a big smile on his face.
"Ah don't worry. You could use some more meat on your bones. Besides, a couple glasses should only add, what? 10, 20 pounds?" he said, smiling.
"Yeah... heh... you're right! No need to worry..." John said, finishing his appetizer. "Well, uh... thanks for helping me out. I think I should get home."
John got up and felt oddly full. He looked down to see his shirt was straining and felt his pants were stretched tight across his butt. His cheeks went red as he saw Billy had noticed too. An awkward silence fell across the table as Billy also stood up. John felt the meaty hand of Billy pat his shoulder and felt the man's deep chuckle flow through his now softer chest.
"Looking good already, Johnny..." he smirked. "Just wait til you get to my size... Hell you keep this up and you'll be bigger than me!"
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