Mike looks confused at your sudden interest in your belly; you quickly readjust your shirt to cover your recent gains.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mike asks groggily.
"Just seeing if I should work out more," you answer and feel your face turn red.
Mike lumbers closer and puts a hand on your belly and says," I think you should work out more at the table, because it's paid off little brother," Mike grins and gives you a pat on the belly," And here I thought you were going to be a twig still."
"As you can see," you proudly say," I've put on some weight."
"So have I," Mike says giving his belly a pat," I'm now an impressive 300 pound machine."
"Whoa," you say impressed.
"How about you?" Mike asks.
"I haven't weighed myself in a week," you lie, you weighed yourself this morning at 170 pounds, now... who knows?
"Then show me," Mike suggests and steps out of the way and points towards the bathroom.
You slowly walk towards the bathroom, being careful not to rip your tight shorts.
You arrive in the bathroom and step on the scale, the numbers go around and land on what?
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