“Huff…hey, you mind not staring? Just cuz you’re the cameraman doesn’t mean you gotta stare at me while I’m nakey…”

Mao Mao wheezed, one flabby arm above and behind his head, a faint, embarrassed blush on his chubby cheeks as he put the other arm on his girthy hips, his bulbous belly hanging low above his thick legs. He looked over at you.

“Can’t believe I agreed to do this. A hero like me should be doing…huff…literally anything else, not posing for ‘Fat Boys Monthly Pinup Magazine’…”