It’s a morbidly obese boy who seems to be enjoying himself on a huge bag of potato chips. He sees you & introduces himself, “Hey I’m Jake. Jake Olsen, though everybody here calls me Jake Junkfood.” You didn’t hear a single syllable of what he said, because you were so transfixed by his body, his huge potbelly, his thunder thighs, his big butt, his hugely chubby cheeks/chins with no neck, & the coup de grace was his boy boobs that were the size of watermelons.
“You wanna touch it. Okay.” Then he strangely hugs you & you feel slightly crushed under his weight. The next thing you know you hear the bell. “Whoa I didn’t know it was that time already. Well I guess it’s time to get to…
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