Competitive swimming champion Jake McCarthy was spotted on the beaches of Port Zaftig by one of our roving reports and boy has that lion got lardy! Julia Rote snapped a few pics of Jake and the new badonkadonk he sporting! Yikes! Better size up there, Jakey!
Evan glanced to the side of the article where several photos of Jake were. Each photo was accompanied by a stinging caption.
Need a hand? said a caption beside a photo of Jake trying to yank up the trunk that were sliding off his rump.
Lay off the snacks, kitty! was next to a photo of Jake biting into an ice cream sandwich.
Lion to Landwhale! There was a side-by-side comparison of Jake from a swim meet years ago, abs cut and defined, next to a photo taken of him at Port Zaftig, his abs covered by a thick layer of fat.
Evan grimaced as he tossed the tabloid magazine into the coffee table. "Yeesh...well, it's harsh but, you know, words can't hurt, right?"
Jake huffed. Droplets of chocolate ice cream flew out of his mouth. "I've already lost three sponsorships..." The grey lion dug his spoon into the half gallon of ice cream sitting in his lap. "Do you know how hard it is to get Nokies as a sponsor?" He shoveled a massive wad of the frozen treat into his mouth.
A pang of guilt hit Evan in his stomach. "Damn...but, don't you think you're taking it a bit...too hard?" He gestured at the half dozen empty ice cream cartons laying around Jake's living room. They were all full earlier that day. The swimmer sat shirtless on his couch. His gut, a vast furry dome filled to the brim, rested on his lap. The soft layer of fat had swelled out into a hard ball. Evan could just make out to loose boxer shorts from underneath the mass.
Jake said nothing is response. Instead, he tossed the spoon aside and raised the carton to his mouth. The ice cream was liquidy enough for the grey lion to drink the rest. Evan anxiously watched as he drank, worried that the lion's poor belly might just explode. Audible creaks could be heard from Jake's stomach. Finished, Jake threw the carton aside and let out a low belched. A ring of chocolate stained his mouth.
"Fuck it, if they think I'm a landwhale, then I'll be a landwhale..." he groaned. Jake tried getting up off the couch. Yet the weigh of his immense gut made it too difficult and he collapsed back down. "Ugh, do me a favor and grab me another thing of ice cream from the fridge? I don't care about the flavor."
"Dude! Get a hold of yourself!" pled Evan. "You can't do this to yourself! Yeah, this all sucks but you'll slim back down and be back out there nabbing sponsorships again!"
The grey lion just gave Evan a look. "Ice cream, now."
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