Ralph Bigguns was an unfortunately named individual. His unfortunate name was made ironic by the unfortunate existence of two huge man-teats hanging out in front of him like two large sand-bags that had been stuffed in his shirt. Even worse still was the fact that Ralph wasn't a particularly large man. Standing at five feet and nine inches tall, and weighing one-hundred and thirty five pounds, Ralph wasn't the sort of man you'd expect to be sporting tits. And yet sport them he did.
On top of being an unfortunately named individual with a rather ironic bodily feature, Ralph Bigguns wasn't a particularly compelling man. His most defining characteristic was that he wore a bra to hold his back-breaking bitch-tits in check. He worked at a pedestrian job making enough money to get by, and by virtue of his flabby breasts, spent his time post work-day home alone.
To Ralph, who was too self-conscious to do anything that would require him to spend more time amongst other, judgmental human-beings, it was enough to go home and spend time on the internet blogging and chatting on forums. It gave Ralph a chance to break out of the shell his enormous Dolly-Partonesque fun-bags trapped him in during his time at work, and he was praised by his internet friends for his intelligence and his take-no-bullshit attitude.
Little did he know that his infamy amongst the internet crowd would catapult him into a world the likes of which he could never imagine...
To be continued...