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Chapter #5
Robert Goulet, my favorite lounge singer. I tho...
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… Robert Goulet. To my amazement, I felt less winded as I usually do upon waking from a slumber, as if my moist and handsomely overweight body was uplifted by the mere presence of Robert Goulet.
“HELLO JOHNNY” said Robert, with a gleaming smile and large sunglasses which were quite unnecessary considering we were inside.
“Actually, my name is Matt” I replied, realizing he had never met me before. “Why would you call me Johnny anyways?” About 8 seconds had passed, “Hello? Rober…”
“WHAT?” exclaimed Robert, “Oh I was jus..”
“GOULET” the now annoyingly senile entertainer said.
“Oh. Ok Johnny. It’s alright. I am here to assess the situation and determine if you are indeed gifted with what they call, ‘an overabundance of gifts’ for the festival.”
I nodded, which caused my moobs to sway like the utters of a meandering cow. The slight breeze from the doorway behind Robert Goulet gave me a chill. The never-ending sweat was infusing with the cool breeze to lower my core temperature which unfortunately firmed up my glistening belly and substantially reduced the size of my moobs.
“What, overabundance of gifts, are you referring to?” I said with a smile on my face as I became slightly aroused by the thought of my fatty body. My pants grew tighter
“And who are they that you are referring to?”
“You’re highly attractive sacks of fatty tissue in your abdomen, legs and arms. They usually like a lot under the chin and around the neck, but you’ll do just fine” Robert winked twice, where one wink would have been enough.
I was wondering if I should be worried or afraid of whom Robert was referring to. He seemed to dodge the question. Second time’s the charm, eh? I’ll ask again.
“So, Robert. Who was it that was interested in my provocative gifts?” I said. Pretending as if I had long hair, I flicked my neck to purposefully cause my moobs and gut to sway like a plastic grocery bag filled with cottage cheese.
“Oh, you’ll find out shortly” Robert said, as he helped me off the floor. I wondered why he was unwilling to assist my horribly flaccid and immobile body previously, standing with his crotch about 5 inches from my face for the last few minutes.
We began walking towards the door. My eyes were adjusting to the light, I was just making out what seemed to be…
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