The tank top you are wearing is way too small and your belly hangs low
over your belt pushing it down. Damn this is tight.
When you unhook the belt your belly explodes forward making it
impossible for you to snap it shut again going to the outer most hole
and still being tight making your belly look like it has an equator
hanging low on your new belly.
What the hell happened you say in your new southern drawl.
Well Bubba we here needed a new boy to play with and you looked like
you would do. You couldn't even remember your old name but Bubba
seemed to fit. You did seem to have a memory of yourself as a preppy
boy out of high school skinny little thing with abs of steel.
You spit in an awaiting can. And thought damn how long has it been to
get me to here. You hoisted yourself up with some trouble trying to
balance your new found girth.
You found your Daisy Dukes being held up by a pair of red suspenders
attached to the belt you just loosened. Your feet were at an angle to
the way you were facing, pointing out at a 45 degree angle and his
legs spread wide to balance his body.
He waddled over to the mirror and ran his big meaty hand through his
scruffy beard seeing bits of food stuck in it and a lump where the
tobacco was stuck.
So here ya go Bubba, Cletus said handing him a beer. Bubba took it and
chugged it as a morning pick me up burping loudly.
Come on Bubba I need a good lay. Bubba loosened his suspenders and
bent over the back of the sofa allowing Cletus access to his as. Bubba
seemed to know he was the house bitch and ready to serve.