You bite your lower lip, your breathing growing more rapid as you look over the flyer and ponder its promises of scrumptious sustenance. You have no idea why, exactly, you find this offer so enticing, but you obviously aren't going to turn this deal down as take the flyer and look over tit closely, all but drooling:
FREE BUFFET!!! After Payment of Entry Fee
Come on in and enjoy yourself at the XXX
LARGE club for refined gentlemen! See
the heaviest, most gorgeous furs in Zaftig
as they throw their weight around! And as
your eyes feast upon these behemoth
bodies, satisfy your other desires at our FREE BUFFET!*
*With valid vouchers only.
Also stay away from Angel Cakes, those guys blow!
Now you actually are drooling, much to the weasel's amusement. All of these things sound pretty damn appealing, now that you think of it, even the incredibly obese dancers. It also sounds a bit odd, by why should it exactly? It seems like large is the norm in this town, and besides, all you can seem to think of right now is stuffing yourself with a ton of food and ogling a ton of near-naked canine.
"Heh, I figured you might like it!" The weasel man said smugly, "You may be ridiculously scrawny, but I can tell someone who appreciates the ampler things in life when I see 'em!"
The weasel man the turns his attention to a couple of furs dressed in finely dressed suits walking down the street, trying to ignore him as he yells cheap promises in their faces.
You approach the door to the club, but as you do, you suddenly remember the entrance fee briefly mentioned on the advertisement.
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