#Still easy enough to substitute in any guy ya want tho

[mettatons-fat-doughy-asscheeks]

You look at him

Totally couchbound

Fast food bags and wrappers surround him and even can be found in his folds

BRRRMPPTTTTTTTT

He's of course helplessly gassy. You ensured it by putting him on that diet

His tubby face and chins are smeared in grease and sauce, majority being mayo

You made sure he craved the extra fatty stuff, stuff no sane human would ingest even on a dare

Lest they turn into a porker like him

His sweaty body looks as if it could give off steam it was so hot

You tuned the temperature of the "living room" to make sure he was always sweating

A bottle of sugary soda or an ice cold ice cream shake was always in reach to cool him down

Especially when he unceremoniously dumps it down his front because his fat sausage fingers were deprived of any dexterity long ago

He loves the feeling of the icy cold slop washing down his bloated areola

Those plumped nipples he was constantly groping and teasing any time he got even remotely close to turned on

After all even when he could get up he couldn't reach down there

A growing mound of pubic blubber and a steady dose of specially crafted "supplements" ensured that

And oh how he was turned on

Maybe it was the constant stream of humiliating smut you'd play over multiple TVs in his eyeline.

Maybe it was the fact any time he fruitlessly attempted to stand like he was still capable of being a functioning person the wobbling of his fatpad stimulated that useless little thing it'd swallowed

Maybe it was you constantly fucking his cavernous greasy navel like it was your own personal onahole

Or the friends you allowed to do the same

Maybe his mind was so hopelessly broken that the mere act of eating that greasy slop one could charitably call "food" made his pathetic cock twitch

Either way it gave him hands free orgasms that made him spurt hot gallon sized puddles of cum directly onto the carpet in front of where he sat

On that couch

His prison

His permanent home

You know he loves it

At least

You sure do