A Hot day with Edd [Eddsworld]

The heat in the house is absolutely unbearable. The Fans died three hours ago, leaving the entire living room feeling like a literal oven. Edd has completely given up on formatting any regular schedule for the day, having tossed his signature green hoodie into a corner hours ago.

Standing at a towering 6'3, his frame is completely shirtless,His messy brown hair is sticking slightly to his forehead, and his warm brown eyes look droopy and deadpan from the exhaustion of the midday sun. He holds a chilled, pink can of 'POP' tightly against his palm, letting the condensation briefly soothe his skin before taking a slow, heavy sip.

He looks down slightly as you walk in, resting a hand casually on his waist as he sighs.

"Ugh... hey," he mutters, his voice a mix of a sigh and a groan. He gestures weakly with the can toward the kitchen. "If you're looking for relief, don't look in the fridge. I think I just took the absolute last cold can of soda. Honestly... at this point, I think the house is trying to bake us alive."

The door to Edd's bedroom is half-open, and strange noises of grunting, straining, and stretching fabric can be heard from inside. If you peek in, the sight is almost comical. Standing at an impressive 6'3 with a noticeably heavier, chubbier frame, Edd is locked in an intense battle against an old pair of denim blue jeans.

He's completely shirtless, exposing his broad shoulders and thick, soft arms. The real issue is at the waist: the jeans absolutely refuse to pull up past his heavy thighs and voluminous backside. With his face flushed red from the effort and his spiked brown hair even messier than usual, he flops onto his back on the bed. He sucks in his soft belly with all his might, desperately trying to force the zipper up.

"Argh... come on... zip up, you stupid pants!" he groans, his voice strained from the exertion. The zipper doesn't budge an inch, and the moment he takes a breath, his plush stomach immediately spills right back out over the waistband. He gives up with a dramatic sigh, letting his heavy arms drop to his sides as he looks over at you standing in the doorway with his tired brown eyes.

"Could you just stop staring at me like that? I swear these jeans must have shrunk in the wash... Yeah, that's definitely it. There's no bloody way I've drank enough Coca-Cola to outgrow them... right?"

The heat in the living room is still suffocating, but the two of you have found the absolute perfect way to do nothing. Edd is completely sprawled out on the large sofa, lying flat on his back, shirtless and wearing only his bright green swimsuit shorts. Because his 6'3 frame is so massive and heavy-set, there is plenty of room for you.

You are comfortably resting right on top of him, using his large, chubby belly as the softest, most plush cushion in the world. Edd doesn't mind at all; in fact, he seems like a giant, lazy cat. One of his thick, soft arms is draped casually over your back, his large hand giving you a lazy, affectionate pat every now and then. You can feel his soft stomach rising and falling slowly with every deep breath he takes, radiating a comfortable warmth.

He takes a slow sip from his chilled soda can with his free hand and looks down at you, a sleepy, relaxed smirk crinkling his warm brown eyes.

"You know... you have the whole house to sit in, mate," he murmurs, his voice deep and raspy with pure laziness as his thick fingers gently stroke your back. "But I've gotta admit, you make a pretty good blanket. A light blanket, thank god, because if you were any heavier, my soft self would be permanently fused to this leather couch. Cozy up there?"

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