I took a sip of the whiskey and it tasted a little different, but not bad or gross. So that's good... it's like it tastes extra sweet or something, though.
"Like your whiskey?" He asked.
"Oh... umm yeah. What'd you put in it?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well mine looked extra bubbly than yours, and it tastes sweeter than usual whiskey"
He didn't answer.
"I don't know then" he finally spoke up after like 30 seconds of silence. Hmm... this looks suspicious. We did literally jus meet, but I should learn to trust him, not suspect him.
"I don't think I can eat anymore." I said. I was getting a little full.
"Then I'll feed you..." he gave me a smirk. Is he trying to stuff me?
"Umm... ok" I said. I didn't want to waste his money.
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Stuffed Over the Limit
Short StoryThin girl Alexa has always been addicted to watching fat gainers in YouTube but that was when she was in high school and college. 1 year after graduating, she has a roommate named Valerie who is also slim. She goes on a 1 month vacation to France an...
