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Kingston's Biggest Job
🕑 Added 2025-12-25 05:00:44 +0000 UTCJust in time for Christmas, newest beach bum from Fortnite, Kingston- an extra large treat for you all, enjoy this and the alt!
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"...And that folks, is a wrap! Haha, and they said we couldn't finish shooting in under four months. Well, pat yourselves on the back folks, because you all are going to be home for Christmas!" Kingston chuckled loudly, the lion's massive body trembling mightily as he laughed. Kingston had been filming for his very first Christmas movie, and just like It's A Wonderful Life was for Capra, he was pretty sure Bright, Hawaiian Christmas Day would be his masterpiece. It had heart, it had holiday spirit, it had a subtle commentary on the effects the modern world and American politics had on native Hawaiian culture, and he had still managed to work in at least three explosions. He had worked as hard as he ever had, but to keep up his energy, it's possible that he may have attended one too many luaus— for research purposes, he insisted— but he would admit that splurging at the resort's buffet for every meal, that was on him.
It wasn't what he intended, but using some expired Slurp Juice to keep himself active at all hours of the day may also have played a factor in what had happened by the time he called for a wrap— once bearing the body that would shame most leading men, complete with washboard abs and biceps that could really pop, the feasting, stress of creating his magnum opus, and then also gorging himself while relying on the Slurp Juice a little too much, he was now in danger of being confused for a beached whale.
His belly alone could level members of the crew flat; an enormous, tawny furred mass the size of a king-size bed that was now pooling along the sands, giving Kingston the look of a half-melted ice cream sundae. His legs were thicker around than tires, his thunder thighs contending with his belly weighing down and their own bulk knocking into each other, forcing the lion's gait into a slow, shuffling waddle when he lumbered about the set, each step making his blubbery, chair-breaking rear bounce. His chest was like a pair of overstuffed pillows left resting atop the crest of his belly, and his arms were wrapped in thick reams of flab. The lion's sculpted face had become soft and round, with billowing cheeks and his beak dipping into multiple chins that bled into his mane. It had become a spectacle, a distraction on the set, but Kingston was a professional— he knew how to steer the crew with a well-aimed joke at his own expense to get them back on track.
"Aw, c'mon, DiCarpio, you're supposed to be looking at the full moon in the sky, not this one here!" He would say, thumping his belly.
"Helen, could you get Harmsway something to drink? She keeps staring at my Slurp Juice for this shot!"
It had endeared the crew to Kingston— and in fact, many of them showed their appreciation by lavishing the already lard-ridden lion with some of his favorite treats— enough that he was going to be eating well all the way to the premiere. "Alright, Wendell, grab one of the gofers and roll me down to the beach— I've been in Hawaii for months and haven't surfed once. If I can't catch a wave, then just roll me into the surf and I'll make one."
Comments
MuscleDragonWolf18
Hope the lifeguards don’t mistake him for a beached whale
TheFirstBeliever
He's got a perfect beach bod! Such a big hunky lion.
