"I was gettin' tired of bathin'. I just plain ol' no longer fit in the bathtub anymore, and the shower was becomin' a tight squeeze. Once I managed to force her widenin' ass into the stall I had a hard time reachin' all of my mass with my loofah. And the rolls that I could reach were gettin' so deep that I just couldn't get all the way down into my flabby canyons. Mostly I just stood in the water lettin' it run over a small percentage of her total surface area. I did love the way the water that ran off of me was no longer its natural clear color, but a murky brownish grey slop. Despite the purpose of my bathin' bein' to smell a little bit better, I often only came out afterwards smellin' worse somehow. I figured that I was just redampenin' some of the stuff that had crusted over, releasin' its fetid stench again. It didn't bother me as it was my smell, and everything about it was perfect.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
How 2 Slob
FantasíaEver'one been wonderin' how I done gone an' did it, turnin' myself into the human example of a pig stench and all fer years now so I reckoned I oughta do what I love an' treat myself to this here biography tellin' you how it happend, every step of t...
