Big Bear Bar Blitz (June Prompt)

(Sorry it's so late. working on stuff just been busy with life. Will get the drabbles out soon and the prompts for July soon. With that, have fun with this)

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“I’m telling you, this new place is gonna be great.”

“Tom, you haven’t even gone here before? How could you know if it’ll good or not?” Charles asked, looking over at his friend as the two men walked down the street, heading to the club that Tom had heard about. The two men began to spy the club, noticing the long line hat lead into the complex. Unlike most places that the two had been to before, they saw how the guys out front didn’t really have a dress code going for them as the men were in a variety of clothing ranging from full suits, t-shirts and jeans, and even leather gear.

“Course it’ll be good. Besides, can’t be worse than the last place.” Tom stated, leading Charles over so the two men joined the line. They couldn’t help but shudder as the two recalled the last club the two friends had tried to go to only to not be an experience either man had wanted.

“I still wonder why we even went there.” Charles said with a sigh, shaking his head as he glanced at the line, seeing the guys moving decently despite not seeing anyone leaving the club at all. Glancing over at the crowd before looking over himself and Tom, specifically what the two were wearing, Charles spoke up. “You sure there isn’t some dress code we should know about? I’m feeling both over and under dressed.” Charles said, giving a side look to the guys behind him who were in button up suits fitting a steampunk convention whilst the group in front were in tight, revealing leather gear.

“The place is said to have no dress code besides ‘leaving to the imagination’, whatever that means,” Tom said, giving air quotes for the words as he himself looked over the other patrons heading into the club. “Still, probably have people in groups with some events happening for them.”

“Well, hopefully we don’t have to pay extra to enter the place.” Charles said with a sigh, worried for a second he’ll have to blow all his cash just to get into this place.”

It wasn’t long before the two men found themselves before the imposing, black shirted behemoth that was the bouncer. Charles and Tome walked up to show their IDs and proof of age before receiving a knowing grunt as the man stepped aside to let them have access to the door. Instead of coming across the opening to the club, the two men found themselves walking down a flight of stairs. The stairway led down and down, much to the surprise of the men, going further as the dull sound of music and light thumbing was felt, though it was out of step with the deep music to be the base of it. Eventually, Tom and Charles got to the bottom of the stairwell and made it into the club proper. The open floor area that looked like a warehouse in size surprised the two, but what really got their attention were the other patrons. Now the two young men expected their to be some attention grabbing men from the vast wardrobe of possibilities they saw waiting in line, but the thing that really caught the two was how huge the men were. A couple of literal giant bears were towering over the crowd dressed in what could only be called loincloths, their heavy footfalls being the deep shaking thumps they felt coming down the stairs. Each huge giant laughing deeply, shaking their swollen bellies as they chugged bear, though the kegs looked more like beer cans in their hands.

“What the Hell?” Charles said, just barely hearing himself over the booming music and the deep laughter of the huge behemoth like patrons. He and Tom moved further into the club as they tried to gather their bearing on what was going on, made more confusing by the sight of the other patrons.

Whilst the literal giants were the most eye catching, it was easy to see how there were more larger than life guys in the club. Passing through, the slim duo found themselves breathing in the familiar musk of a crowded club, though it felt more pungent as they were practically sandwiched between huge power lifter and bodybuilder sized brutes. The large guys laughing as they moved aside, though Tom and Charles noticed how their clothing, if they had any, were overly tight with some having scraps of clothing stuck to their swollen forms.

“Oh God.” Charles turned to hearing Tom’s exclamation, or rather turned to see what Tom was looking at as his gaze followed where Tom was gawking at. He couldn’t help but join in with Tom’s stunned expression when his eyes set on the fattest men he’s ever seen lounging in one of the corners. The vast flab spreading out and pooling across the floor, the remnants of leather gear laying across their fat as the huge blob like men were digging their hands into a trough, stuffing themselves with relatively smaller men leaning against them as if their fat were overinflated beanbags.

“Excuse me, I take it from your faces that this is your first time in the Den?” Tom and Charles turned towards the voice, finding one of the suited men that was in line with them outside. Other men dressed similarly to him were over by the bar, chatting among themselves though it was clear they were paying attention to their friend as they ordered drinks.

“Oh.. uh yeah. We heard this was a popular placed… but I mean…” Tom began to say with a nervous smile, still glancing over at some of the immense sized men littering the club around him. The new man couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on the clear newcomers faces.

“Well, maybe a friendly face will make your experience a little better. My name is Samuel.” Samuel greeted, shaking Tom and Charles hands before guiding to two to the bar as the rest of Samuel’s group had their own drinks already. “I think once you’ve had a drink you’ll understand things here. Let’s just say the owners give great experiences here.”

“Like the literally fucking giants and mega fat asses.” Charles said, unable to really keep calm as the rest of Samuel’s group laughed. Looking to the grinning men, Charles blinked as he swore the men looked older than when they came in. He would have believed it was a trick before seeing how their slim faces bulked up, spreading out with fat as a beard began to thicken across their chins with grey streaks forming in their hair. The form fitting suits began to tighten and stretch as they swelled out.

“Like i said,” Samuel said after taking a sip of his own drink, his features aging as he began to age like the others, quickly going from a late college student to looking like Santa in a business suit. “The drinks will help make things… better.” He added the last comment with a sigh, his blazer buttons popping off as his swollen chest and gut spread out, pushing the clothing apart.

As the group left, Tom and Charles were left alone, taking in the partying men of various sizes as they looked at the bar. They blinked in surprise to see the bartender was muscle bound and shirtless, course when you had two sets of arms, that would make cloth shopping tricky.

“What can I get you lot?” He asked in a deep voice, looking them over.

“Uh..” Charles was speechless as he looked beyond the imposing bartenders broad back to see the menu, the drinks having names like ‘the old timer’ or ‘the hog slop’ and ‘fe-fi-fo-yum’ before Charles could decide on one, Tom beat him to it.

“We’ll take a surprise to start with.”