"...and then I got a few of these huge burritos down at Tito's Taco Tavern, and then ice cream from that place right next door to it! It was so good! Then, I went back for seconds at Tito's..."
"Damn, man...67...68...took rehab in the wrong city...69...70...probably would have turned into a whale...71...72...if I didn't have my willpower..."
Jake was on the floor of his apartment, shirtless, sweaty, and doing sit-ups. His ripped abs glistened. Evan had stopped by to visit and was recounting all the restaurants and eateries he had been to over the last week, which was many. The lion now sported a substantial pot belly which strained his shirt, forcing it to ride up and expose a few inches of flesh. He had stealthly undid the buttons of painfully tight pants when Jake wasn't looking to relieve some of the pressure due to his gut.
"Dude, you need to take another cheat day sometime," Evan said to Jake. "You have no idea what you're missing out on."
The grey lion finished his set and got up off of the floor. Grabbing a chair hanging off the back of a chair, he stared whipping beads of sweat from his brow. "Nah, can't. Gotta make sure I'm at competition wei-" Just then, a loud knock came from the door of Jake's apartment. He wandered over and opened it up. In came a svelte brown female cat dressed in tight yoga pants and a light jacket.
"Miranda! Glad you could stop by!" Jake gave the cat a quick hug as he ushered her into the living room.
"Glad I could stop by! But we have to make this quick. My taxi is waiting outside and if I'm too long I'll miss my connecting flight." From a bag from around her shoulder, she produced a stack of papers and handed them to Jake. "Boilerplate agree, but give it a glance anyways." He took the papers from her and started skimming through them.
Miranda spotted Evan siting on the couch and approached him. "A friend of yours? Hello, I'm Miranda Fitzgerald. I manage Jake over there."
Evan got up to shake her hand. He noticed her eyes briefly darted down to his belly. "Evan. Nice to meet you!"
"Are you a local?"
"Am now. I moved here not long ago."
"I see," she said, her eyes again gazing at his gut. "You certainly are starting to look the part."
"I'm starting to..?"
Jake interrupted them, handing the papers he just signed back to Miranda. "Here, Miranda. Signed, sealed, delivered."
"Wonderful, dear." She packed the papers back into her bag. "Got to go. But remember that idea we talk about a few weeks ago? Maybe talk with you're new friend about it." She gave Jake another quick hug before rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
"Uh, what was that all about?" asked Evan.
"Oh, Miranda had a short layover in town and took that was an opportunity to swing by and have me sign some papers."
"No, I mean the other thing she said. Whatever you two were planning."
Jake nervously rubbed a paw on the back of his neck. "Heh, that. Just a stupid idea. Forget about it."
"Come on! Tell me!" Evan pestered Jake.
"Okay, okay. So, I'm thinking about cutting back on competitions because of my injury and whatever. And I've been thinking about going into the whole 'fitness' industry. Dieting and exercise, more specifically. I mean, I have a killer body!" The grey lion gestured a paw along his well-defined abs. "So I've got to know a thing or two about what it takes to get a hot body. I figured I could come up with a diet plan that furs would die to have. The McCarthy Plan, I'll call it!"
"So, why did Miranda ask you to bring it up with me?" asked Evan.
"Well, you are looking a bit chunky these days." Evan instinctively tugged his shirt back down over the dome of his gut. He could only pull it down another inch. "You might just be the first fur to try The McCarthy Plan! I mean, if I can't find anyone else to."
"Huh?"
"Part of the reason I'm rehabbing in Port Zaftig is to try and find a big fur to slim down and show the companies my plan works. And this place is full of, uh, Miranda called them 'big fat fucks'. She's kinda right. If I can get one of these furs down to a normal BMI, I'll be raking it in! So if you want, you can help me scout around for a fat fur to enlist. Either way, I'm sure Miranda will give you a nice cut of the money."
"Yeah, and I kinda need it..." moaned Evan. "I've practically eaten all my savings already..."
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