Jake´s extra illustration four chapter six (Patreon)

He pulled out a stretchy baseball jersey and tugged it around his rounded girth. He fastened the buttons over his pecs, but there was no way he could yank the thing to cover his midsection. So he opened it up again and started from the bottom, closing the buttons as far up his gut as they could manage ¬ which was only three progressively strained buttons. After the last one, which looked ready to fly, he hit the limits of the fabric. He shrugged. At least it covered the part of his belly that his tee shirt couldn't reach. "Time for the mall again after work," he thought.