"I'll go get something for you, no worries," Dean volunteered. Despite the fact that they were just hanging out, he knew he had to keep his clients entertained, regardless of whatever it was they wanted. It came with the territory. Somehow that involved getting a shirt for his stuffed client so that they could go out to a party.
"Thanks man," Len said as he slouched down onto the sofa, his belly jiggling in the process. Alec sat beside him and cracked open fresh beers for them both.
Dean left the apartment and headed to the store and picked up a few options of shirts, he didn't want to end up getting the wrong size and having to run back. Surely he couldn't relate to what size Len must wear. Dean even managed to get a spare shirt for himself. The one he had been wearing was a bit snug from all the food he'd eaten earlier.
Within the hour he returned to the apartment to see...
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