PEOPLE COULDN’T STOP LAUGHING AT A DEBUT WHEN AN OVERWEIGHT UNCLE FORCED HIMSELF TO DO A TIKTOK DANCE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE FLOOR—EVEN AS THE BUTTONS ON HIS BARONG WERE ABOUT TO EXPLODE
Tito Bong was a certified big guy—the kind of uncle who always plays Santa Claus every Christmas. He was wearing his Barong Tagalog, bought ten years ago on their wedding day. To be honest, the buttons were fighting for their lives. One deep breath and they looked ready to burst.
When Tito Bong saw his wife upset because of Tita Glo’s remarks, his blood boiled. But instead of starting a fight, he came up with a different plan.
Suddenly, the lights went out.
The emcee spoke into the microphone:
“And now! Let’s welcome the debutante’s uncle for a special performance!”
Everyone was stunned. This wasn’t on the program.
The speakers blasted loudly. Heavy bass shook the room.
TENTENENEN! TENTENENEN!
A remix of Tyla’s viral TikTok song “Water” mixed with “Gento” by SB19 filled the ballroom.
From the darkness, Tito Bong ran straight onto the dance floor!
The crowd erupted.
“Go, Tito Bong!” the kids shouted.
And then—he danced.
Not just a simple dance.
He went ALL OUT.
He shook his hips. Spun around. Even twerked.
Because of Tito Bong’s large belly, it rippled like a waterbed with every move. Sweat poured down his face. His barong was stretched to its absolute limit.
He danced along to the chorus of “Water”:
Make me sweat, make me hotter…
Then he grabbed a prop water bottle and poured it all over himself!
WOOOOO!
The crowd screamed and laughed uncontrollably. He looked like a whale auditioning for the SexBomb Dancers.
But the highlight came when the song switched to “Gento.”
Tito Bong did an intense body wave—thrusting his chest and belly with full force.
And then—
POP!
One of the buttons on his barong shot off.
It flew like a bullet.
Straight toward Table 5.
THWACK!
It hit Tita Glo square on the forehead.
“Ouch!” she screamed, dropping her iced tea.
“OH MY GOD! TITO BONG’S BELLY IS SHOOTING BULLETS!” shouted one of Jenjen’s cousins.
The entire ballroom exploded with laughter. Some people collapsed onto the floor. Others choked on their drinks. Tito Bong’s barong was completely open now—his undershirt and belly button exposed—but he kept dancing anyway.
When the song ended, Tito Bong stood in the center, hands on his hips, barong destroyed, drenched in sweat, looking like a sumo wrestler who had just lost a match.
The laughter slowly faded as he grabbed the microphone.
He searched for Tita Baby in the crowd.
“Baby…” he said, panting. “Are you laughing again?”
Everyone turned to look at her. She covered her mouth, laughing and crying at the same time.
“I did this…” Tito Bong said, adjusting the few remaining buttons on his barong,
“…because I saw you were sad earlier. I heard people saying you’re fat, that your gown doesn’t suit you.”
He glanced at Tita Glo, who was still rubbing her forehead.
“I just wanted to show them—and you…”
“If there’s someone fat here, IT’S ME!”
The crowd burst into laughter again.
“Look at me! My barong exploded! I look like a rice cake whose string snapped!”
This time, the laughter came with loud applause.
“But Baby,” Tito Bong continued seriously,
“No matter how big we are, no matter how heavy—if we’re happy, they don’t matter!”
“Fat can be lost at the gym.
But ugly, judgmental attitudes?
There’s no diet pill for that.”
He walked toward his wife.
“To me, you’re the sexiest person here tonight. And if I have to blow up every button on my barong just to make you smile, I’ll do it every single day.”
The crowd erupted in cheers.
“SANA ALL!” the single ladies shouted.
(“We all wish for that!”)
Tita Baby stood up and hugged her husband tightly, no longer caring about anyone else’s stares.
Suddenly the DJ shouted:
“EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!”
Budots music started playing.
It wasn’t just Tito Bong dancing anymore.
Grandpas and grandmas stood up.
Cousins joined in.
Even the waiters started dancing.
And the most beautiful scene of all?
Tita Baby and Tito Bong, holding hands in the middle of the floor, jumping and laughing, their bellies bouncing to the beat, surrounded by the entire family.
That night in Bulacan, one thing was proven:
👉 Better to let the buttons explode than your confidence.
👉 True couple goals aren’t about being fit together—but about being silly and happy together in front of the world.
As for Tita Glo?
She went home early… still rubbing her forehead, struck by Tito Bong’s Karma Button.