Initiation

You grudgingly accept the man's offer, since you suspect he won't leave you alone until you do. And besides, it can't be that bad - you've always wanted to be a little bigger.

"Fine," you say, "what do I have to do to become a real man?"

Your large companion rubs his hands together, then sets off for the back offices. "Follow me." He tells you. You do so, and he unlocks a room and leads you inside. You look around as he closes the door behind you - the room is mostly bare, save for a table and chairs and several cabinets along the walls. The fat man seats himself at one end of the table, and you sit down at the other, facing him. "So," he says, "you want to become a real man now?"

You sigh. "Yes, if it'll make you shut up. Can we just get on with it?"

"Sure thing." He walks over to one of the cabinets, and pulls out a large folder. He puts it down in front of you, and you look inside. "This is a contract, stating that you are willingly joining the gym, etc, etc. Just sign at the bottom, and we can begin deciding what to do with you." He hands you a pen, and you sign your name at the bottom of the sheet. "Excellent." He passes you another folder, titled "Body Types".

You open it, and find that it lists all the available body types supported by the gym. From bodybuilders to sumo wrestlers to slobs, the gym has it all. Every page has it's own type, with a listed weight, age, height, and several other options.

You decide to go with...

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