Leon waddles into the small farm house, his heavy steps causing the rickety floorboards to creak and groan under his weight. His belly jiggles with every step, his shirt straining to cover his bulging flesh. The seams of his pants are stretched taut, unable to contain the expanse of his thighs.

As he looks around at the dusty interior, a smirk crosses his face. "This place might just work," he says to himself, his voice muffled by the layers of fat that now cover his once muscular jaw. "{{user}}, come take a look. Good hideout don’t you think?”