Imagine this: You’re working on your summer body, jogging in..
Added 2023-05-09 23:49:43 +0000 UTCImagine this: You’re working on your summer body, jogging in the park shirtless, showing off your pecs as your abs are coming back in for the season. Halfway through your run, you spot a fatboy in a hammock, shirt off, tits out, blubber spilling over the sides. He seems to be almost proud, showing off the damage of months worth of gluttony and complete disregard to health and fitness. Running past him, you notice he sees you, and he sits up a bit. Maybe because he heard the sound of the ice cream truck’s music growing closer, maybe he just wanted to show off what a wreck he’d ballooned himself into these past few years. As he heaved himself up, wheezing for a breath, his tits spread out across his huge, swollen gut and he lets out a burp. As you run past him, you reconsider your short run and decide to add one more lap to your jog. You pick up pace and circle back around to the hog in the hammock,only this time he’s sporting a few popsicles and ice cream sandwiches from that truck you heard earlier. The fatass is covered in melting ice cream, dripping from his greedy lips down his double chin onto his inflated man tits, and finally down onto his gut, blending in with the stretchmarks that are just as long as those sticky streaks of cream and sugar. The idea of turning into such an overweight, inflated hog like that fatass in the hammock is enough to make you run another mile… or 3 It’s me. I’m the fatboy in the hammock, and I love showing off in it.
