Posted Sun Sep 20, 2015 | 379 Words | Tagged story

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“Excuse me, I’m not sure where I’m going. Do you know where I can find the library?”

“Sure mate, I’ll sort you out”

Thankfully the nice man was going to show me around. It was a big change moving from a small village to a big city. I don’t know if I made the right choice about who to ask though, something about him seemed a bit odd.

He ended up taking me to some pub instead,

“I’m sorry, I don’t think this is the right place”

“It’s fine mate. We’ll get you sorted out in here”

His eyes seemed to have a charm to them which made me just go along with whatever he wanted. He handed me a pint of Fosters and just told me to drink it. Strangely after I managed to gulp the whole thing now, I desperately needed to use the toilet and he followed me in there. 

I seemed to let out loads and loads. The more that went, the harder it was to think. I couldn’t think much and I felt my clothes getting a bit tight. Then he just opened a can and poured the whole thing down me while I was trying to not get urine all over my clothes.

Sadly, the drink just made it worse and I ended up ruining them. Finally, I managed to stop and my head felt a little better. I couldn’t remember much.

“Ah sorry about that mate, got some spares with me that’ll fit nicely”

He pulled out of his bag a football t-shirt from the toon. Toon? I’d heard that word a lot, but I wasn’t sure what it was… but of course I did. It fit nicely and so did his replacement trousers.

I ended up meeting his mates, who quickly became my mates and we had a good time and a laugh. I went home with me mate, who I was living with and slept away. Early in the morning I got up for my usual hours in the gym, lifting more and more. 

Later on the evening I was back in the pub, dressed a bit better, with a pint and ready to have some banter with me mates.