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| 1 | I just got out of Kinesiology. We've been reading and discussing the latest articles on obesity. Guess what, I was right, boys are becoming fatter, while girls are becoming thinner! The statistics bear this out. So it looks like you were wrong tubby. Males are the fatter sex, deal with it. Every time you bring up female obesity from now on will earn you a belly poke. | |
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| 3 | I can just imagine the future. Female dominated gyms where chubby boys like yourself will be ogled by gym vixens, their eyes devouring every little jiggle of your plentiful middle. Your succulent curves only make us wet with desire. Restaurants will be full of waitresses in skin tight clothing, playfully massaging the fleshy, satisfied tummies of their patrons. | |
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| 5 | - | I can see the signs, it's already beginning. The funniest part about it is how plump boys like yourself will react. You're already embarrassed when a girl like me walks by, what do you think will happen when I go to talk to you? You fell insecure and self conscious as I look you up and down. You feel bigger than a Macy's parade balloon on Thanksgiving and more stuffed than the turkey. You want to run away, to avoid the pain of rejection, but you can't because I've backed you, quite literally, into a corner. |
| 5 | + | I can see the signs, it's already beginning. The funniest part about it is how plump boys like yourself will react. You're already embarrassed when a girl like me walks by, what do you think will happen when I go to talk to you? You feel insecure and self conscious as I look you up and down. You feel bigger than a Macy's parade balloon on Thanksgiving and more stuffed than the turkey. You want to run away, to avoid the pain of rejection, but you can't because I've backed you, quite literally, into a corner. |
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| 7 | You're smooshed between myself and the wall, wedged there tightly by my solid physique. It just feels so right, my feminine six pack abs pressing into your soft, masculine belly. We're so perfectly matched, my breasts gingerly rest atop your generous rounded tummy. My arms encircle you, embracing your tender love handles before intertwining my fingers at your back. We were made for each other and I won't let you go. |
