Justin yelled for his assistant to get the costume designer.
She come running into the room, Justin was standing there with his shirt pulled up and his pants burst open.
"There are some major issues here" yelled Justin.
"For a start the numbers on your tape measure are all wrong, it's saying I have a 32 inch fucking waist, that's ludicrous" Justin fumed as he stomped his foot, sending ripples through his new plump belly.
"I'm, I'm sorry Justin. But I don't think..." the costume designer stammered.
"And because of this" Justin interrupted "None of my fucking costumes fit, I can't go out there like this. It makes me look fat! Do something about it. And you" he yelled to his assistant. "I'm hungry and all of the food in my fridge is shit, get me a pizza."
Justin flopped down on to the couch, his belly rolled out over his pants waistband and jiggled slightly.
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