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Did A Morph Of @professorbeastly S Wrestler Character

Did a morph of @professorbeastly ‘s wrestler character
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Whoa

Good photoshop work!


Alright, dream with me for a moment.
Imagine living next to this hunk. Picture him mowing his lawn every weekend. As May rolls around, he starts to pack on a load of weight. His body can hardly keep up. Each weekend he has to lean further forward so he’s able to accommodate his belly when pushing the mower. Soon, you notice that his blue shorts are sliding down his sweat-covered ass, but he’s too exasperated to keep pulling them up. As he grows fatter and more out of shape, his stamina plummets. By mid-June, he can only mow two or three strips before he needs a break. By the end of July, he’s losing his breath so badly that he’s almost choking as he pounds back beers in a futile attempt to cool off. By August, his suspended overhang wobbles comically as he hunches forward over the mower. His face is visibly pained as we waddles laboriously across the yard. He keeps a chair (and a case of beer) close by so he can rest his sad little legs as frequently as he needs. By September you notice that he isn’t able to finish the yard anymore. He sits in his chair, wheezing, pounding back beer. You aren’t sure if he’s gotten too out of shape or too drunk, but either way he’s unsteady on his feet when he give’s up and waddles back into his house. What a sexy, breathless hunk.