Then, Jesse released a thunderous burp mid sentence. The bar stool creaked under his increasing weight. Even the lower half of the lederhosen were being stretched by Jesse’s growing thighs which were now pushing against each other in his seat. The straps of his lederhosen were digging into his growing gut.
#FAT GAY MEN UNDERWEAR TUMBLR SKIN#
His flabbier arms looked like overfilled sausages making his sleeves skin tight.
He watched on as Jesse’s shirt became tight across the chest as his once sculpted pecs grew soft and saggy, resting on his growing beer gut which was now pushing his shirt buttons to their limits. The barman watched on as stubble appeared across Jesse’s cheeks and began to grow into a beard. What he failed to realise was the moustache was in fact very real.
Jesse’s face grew itchy as he rose his hand towards his fake moustache to give it a scratch. Before long it was pushing against his shirt, beginning to strain the buttons. His once muscular frame was quickly loosing its shape as his belly started to push out.
“Wooooo! Yeah! That’s how Americans do it!” Jeez, this kid was obnoxious, but the bartender just smiled and began conversation with the Jesse.Īs Jesse tried to impress the barman with his terrible German accent, he failed to notice the toll the beer was taking on his body. He slammed the empty glass down on the table and released a hearty belch. The man placed the beer in front of Jesse, and without hesitation, Jesse began downing the beer. “Just a beer bro.” The bartender nodded and pulled out the special brew he had prepared. Jesse was confused at first until the man spoke in broken English. Smiling, he greeted Jesse and asked him what he wanted to drink in German. So this was the guy he needed to give the brew to. The bartender watched him from the corner of his eye. Jesse made his way through the barren room and found himself sat at the bar. It was exactly how he’d imagined a traditional German bar to look. He strode into the bar, it looked very antique and like something pulled straight from the story books. It would definitely help him get into character. Plus, that guy from the store told him he should go to this traditional bar before he met his friends. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he caught his reflection. Jesse was stood in the middle of town in his costume. But instead of flipping out, he knew exactly what to do. I’ll even do the funny accent!” Jesse seemed so ignorant to the man and it infuriated him how he made his culture into some kind of joke. I’ve even got a fake moustache to go with it. I’ll look so stupid but it’ll make my bros laugh. “Bro it’s funny, these weird little costumes are hilarious. The man clearly felt uncomfortable and asked Jesse why he was making such a purchase. Joking with the store worker, he put on an awful fake German accent. He picked up the outfit and went to the desk. Whilst Jesse was in a traditional German store, he saw a pair of lederhosen which would be perfect for the gag. Little did Jesse know, there was one man that took great offence to this. Sure he wasn’t German but his friends would get a kick out of it. There was a beer festival in town that weekend and Jesse thought he’d turn up in lederhosen. It’s beer! He was with a group of friends on the holiday and thought he’d try to get a good laugh out of them. Wanting to experience the rich culture and try what Germany was famous for. He was your typical American tourist, wanting to enjoy all that Germany had to offer. Jesse thought it was a funny idea at the time, a great one even.