Story Of Hort1x

Hortix: A Ton of Rage in One Meter Forty of Shame

Chapter 1: Birth of the ♥♥♥♥♥♥
Once upon a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ time, in a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ basement that stank of rot, ♥♥♥, and expired chips, there lived a little ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nicknamed Hortix. One meter forty tall, ♥♥♥♥, a pure dwarf with bulldozer ambitions, weighing a ton of rage—a ton, ♥♥♥♥♥, of pure fat, malice, and down syndrome stupidity! This ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥, the dumbest on the whole planet, had a brain completely drowned in fat—drowned like pork lard in a microwave, not a single coherent thought, just "pee-pee-pee, eat, ♥♥♥♥, jerk off"!
He had a million folds of fat—a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ million layers of blubber hanging like curtains in a cheap brothel, flapping with every step and stinking of sweat like a hobo's ass. Squeaky voice like a rat in a trap: "Pee-pee-pee, I'll ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ kill you all!" And his ♥♥♥♥—tiny as ♥♥♥♥, like a matchhead in an ocean of fat—hiding in the folds, and Hortix would dig around there for hours, yelling: "Where's my ♥♥♥♥, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥?!"

Chapter 2: Childhood in ♥♥♥♥
From the cradle, the dumbest ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Hortix was doomed. His alcoholic ♥♥♥♥♥ of a mom gave birth to him in a reject maternity ward, screaming "Pee-pee-pee, you fat miscarriage!" and trying to strangle him with the umbilical cord. But the ton of rage exploded in his baby body: he latched onto her tit with his teeth and sucked the milk dry till it bled. In kindergarten, other kids built sandcastles, but he ate sand because his brain was drowned in fat—he thought it was mashed potatoes. With his squeaky voice he'd squeal: "Pee-pee-pee, I'm the king of sand!"—and ♥♥♥♥ himself, a million folds soaked in crap.
By age seven, one meter forty of idiocy weighed a hundred kilos, dreamed of the mafia, but jerked off to "Vegetables and Fruits" because his tiny ♥♥♥♥ couldn't handle real porn. His dad beat him with a belt, but it just sank into the fat. Hortix grunted: "Massage for champions, pee-pee-pee!"
Chapter 3: Basement of Love and Daddy David
In the basement, Hortix scarfed down tons of pizza until he met David—a normal guy, a solid dude. David would come in, drop his pants: "On your knees, fat ♥♥♥♥♥♥, daddy's here!" Hortix crawled on his million folds like a caterpillar through ♥♥♥♥, grunting with pleasure, his tiny ♥♥♥♥ dangling like a noodle in soup. Afterward, David wiped him down, fed him, and left, abandoning the ton of rage in a puddle of ♥♥♥. "Pee-pee-pee, daddy, more!"—the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ squealed.