“Well fuck man, maybe I do need to lay off the burritos,” Len said giving his gut a playful pat as he threw Alec’s last dress shirt to the ground. He’d tried on them all and each one was too tight around the middle. Alec was a big guy so it was impressive but they were too different of body types. Alex was muscular and big all over whereas Len wasn’t quite as stocky and had a beer belly that was not agreeing with Alec’s clothes.
“I’m the biggest guy here so. Not sure what you’re gonna do,” Alec replied picking up his shirts and folding them.
“Not anymore you’re not,” Len said jiggling his gut and showing it off. Dean chuckled as he watched Len sit on the couch and grab a beer.
“So what should we do?” Dean asked. “I’m not sure that you’ll get in anywhere without a shirt,” he said stating the obvious.
“There’s a thrift shop down the street. I guess someone could go get him something that fits,” Alec suggested. Len let out a burp.
“That’d be dope man. Could one of you go? Obviously I can’t run out like this,” he said looking down and pointing to his exposed flesh.
Alec and Dean looked at each other, figuring out who would go.
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