I used to be fat. Not just overweight, but fat as fatass, man the harpoons landwhale fat. A few years back I realised my situation and took control. Threw out all the softdrinks and junkfood in my house. Ate clean, gradually increased cardio and eventually phased into heavy lifting. It took a few years but I eventually became one swole bro.
Now the problem was my saggy skin. Right where my belly was flapped a flesh-coloured tarpaulin. Knowing it was a turn-off to the ladies, I would turn the lights off during copulation. But it would always be the same; the girl would be kissing my manly chest, move her kisses down towards my stomach in the dark, and find her face buried in a fleshy pillow reminiscent of an elephants ear.

Then I decided to get surgery.
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