[Bonus chapter thanks to Castle from VokayroK <3]
Little prick was more than accurate. He couldn't have been more than 5'6". The only thing not so little about him was his stomach, but Grey could see the outline of a waist trainer trying to bundle whatever nonsense he had hiding in there up.
It would have been funny if it wasn't so disgusting. The man's muffin top spilled out from the bottom of the waist trainer, more fat spilling out from the top. He looked like a can of food being squeezed from the middle.
Grey couldn't help but wonder if this guy had looked in a mirror before he left home. What sort of ridiculous situation was this.
Grey spit out his mouthful of food, hitting Brad square in the face. The big man started dry heaving, the grossness of it all nearly making him vomit.
"What the fuck?!"
"Sorry—" Grey coughed through his laughs, "Sorry—Sorry," Grey continued to sputter, hardly able to control himself. He had never seen something so ridiculous in his life.
