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6/30/2025, 10:36:38 AM
I LOVE FATBOY TENNA
6/28/2025, 2:10:14 AM
6/14/2025, 3:25:19 AM
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>be a Pippin or Shadowman or some other random Darkner in the TV World crew
>get in an elevator to deliver copies of a screenplay
>ominous thudding in the distance
>your increasingly fat boss squeezes into the doors
>holy Dark Fountain, is he going to be as wide as he is tall soon?
>the scary part is how fast he still moves around on set
>must be all the coffee (and VHS Cakes) he shoves down his gullet
>he doesn't notice (You) because of his height and build looming over yours
>even if he could, he's too distracted thinking of the segments for the next TV Time episode
>his corpulent rear presses multiple buttons on the elevator as he leans back and the doors slide shut
>Mr. Tenna rubs his screen with a gloved hand and mutters to himself as the elevator starts to move up
>his gut jiggles as the motion makes him shift his balance, widening his stance on those flashy yellow shoes
>all of a sudden, the elevator jerks and he falls forward
>you are practically flattened to the wall against your boss's immense belly
>finally, your muffled yelp alerts him to your presence, and he fans his blushing screen in embarrassment
>the elevator doors ding open at your actual destination floor (they'd opened before, but no one else was squeezing past those mammoth, latex-straining cheeks)
>the CRT takes a few steps back, checking that you're physically unharmed, before trying to lean over a bit so he can speak to you in a lower volume
>"Hey...whoopsie daisy! Sorry about that. N-no hard feelings right? Everything A-OK? Okay, great!"
>he purses his lips awkwardly, screen somehow seeming more curved and round than it used to
>before you can respond, he reaches into a pocket and shoves a few Points into your free hand
>they're somewhat warm, probably from being under his fat tits or belly rolls
>Tenna walks off, huffing as he goes
>the sensation of his soft, static-y body pressing into yours still lingers against your skin
>be a Pippin or Shadowman or some other random Darkner in the TV World crew
>get in an elevator to deliver copies of a screenplay
>ominous thudding in the distance
>your increasingly fat boss squeezes into the doors
>holy Dark Fountain, is he going to be as wide as he is tall soon?
>the scary part is how fast he still moves around on set
>must be all the coffee (and VHS Cakes) he shoves down his gullet
>he doesn't notice (You) because of his height and build looming over yours
>even if he could, he's too distracted thinking of the segments for the next TV Time episode
>his corpulent rear presses multiple buttons on the elevator as he leans back and the doors slide shut
>Mr. Tenna rubs his screen with a gloved hand and mutters to himself as the elevator starts to move up
>his gut jiggles as the motion makes him shift his balance, widening his stance on those flashy yellow shoes
>all of a sudden, the elevator jerks and he falls forward
>you are practically flattened to the wall against your boss's immense belly
>finally, your muffled yelp alerts him to your presence, and he fans his blushing screen in embarrassment
>the elevator doors ding open at your actual destination floor (they'd opened before, but no one else was squeezing past those mammoth, latex-straining cheeks)
>the CRT takes a few steps back, checking that you're physically unharmed, before trying to lean over a bit so he can speak to you in a lower volume
>"Hey...whoopsie daisy! Sorry about that. N-no hard feelings right? Everything A-OK? Okay, great!"
>he purses his lips awkwardly, screen somehow seeming more curved and round than it used to
>before you can respond, he reaches into a pocket and shoves a few Points into your free hand
>they're somewhat warm, probably from being under his fat tits or belly rolls
>Tenna walks off, huffing as he goes
>the sensation of his soft, static-y body pressing into yours still lingers against your skin
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