He comes out 10 minutes later wearing the sweatpants that say the name of the college across his now ample backside. The white and pink race for the cure, breast cancer tshirt was too snug and rode up above the tops of his sweatpants. The thin white material also made his increasingly large nipples and aureole visible. Trying to loosen the straps to the sweatpants was hopeless and he lowered his head as he waddled out of the bathroom.
Ummmm do you guys have anything else to wear, he asks? Rose laughed and Mark was worried that she might recognize him. Did Ana say anything to her. He begins to panic as he loses his balance and finds himself sitting on Ana's bed. "you have to help me!! I can't go home like this!"
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