You Walk A Fine Line Between God And Animal

Lawd have mercy…

Beefy and hairy Jacob brainrot again. He most definitely had a trailer or cabin out in the woods before the Veteran’s Center became home base of operations for him. He’s sitting on some old couch that’s probably the same age as him, something he just picked up off the side of the road even when John insisted he’d buy him actual furniture without the holes and stains on it. It’s late, he can’t sleep, too many thoughts that won’t settle down. There’s a cigarette perched between his fingers slowly rolling smoke into the orange glow of the lamp light beside him, the only light on in the whole place, in the whole area with the remote woods around him. He’s shirtless, denim clad thighs spread out where he sits back against the cushions, buttons undone and belt open. Patchy auburn hair on display where it grows around the scars littered across his chest, something he doesn’t much care about anymore as he’s gotten older. It trails down, down, down, leading to the pudge and fold of his stomach at his belt line, a slight bit peeking out in a bush that he keeps trimmed occasionally, but mainly leaves it be. Another night turning to another day.

Jacob Seed with a tummy. Jacob Seed with motorboatable pecs. Jacob Seed thick. #send post

Mnn Jacob Seed with a big beefy hairy dad bod, specifically weighin between 245-260. I need him big and heavy, that he makes the bed creak and groan under his weight RAAAAAA