boy.he.fat

[bramblesqrl]

SuperXLChubBoy is going to be murdered by the Canadian government.

Calling this premeditated murder on the part of the state is not exaggeration at all. They know that people in this level of bariatric care need physical assistance to turn in bed to prevent bedsores. By choosing to withdrawal physical assistance they are intentionally creating a scenario guaranteed to cause a bedsore. That bedsore will be left untreated because it cannot be accessed without turning the patient. And it will quickly become an abscess and lead to sepsis and organ failure within a week or less possibly.

THIS IS MURDER

This is also a moment for our community to stand up and do something. Aside from the obvious legal intervention needed here there are a few other things that can be done.

1. Raising funds to cover legal costs

2. Creating a petition to save Luke’s life

3. Making phone calls to province and even federal (or Canadian equivalent) officials asking them to intervene to save Luke’s life

4. Writing emails to these same officials asking them to intercede.

5. Contacting the media to raise awareness of his planned murder by the state

6. Creating a social media campaign urging people with any level or humanity or care for others to donate, call, or write an email

Whether it is moving him to another facility, getting his care home the proper equipment, or simply legally requiring the people in charge of his care to not murder him via intentional medical neglect. There are ways forward that allow everyone involved to retain their humanity and dignity

I don’t know him closely enough to start most of these. I don’t know the name of the care facility for starters. his full legal name, or how to get him access to funds for legal help. But at minimum I can spread the word about this. So that’s what I’m doing.

I’m not going to stand by and do nothing while he is murdered for being fat. Please share this information as widely as possible.

[mpb-appreciator]

fashionable fatty

[kodeeffa-deactivated20250509]

Date idea for you and I:

-We go to that Chinese buffet you absolutely love and you stuff yourself as I bring you plate after plate

-We stop for ice cream from that neat little new shop that opened up

-Finish off our outing with walking you around the medical supply surplus store so we can size you up for your coming bariatric bed, walkers, shower chairs, etc

-I’m sure you’ll be winded from walking around and you’ll need refreshing so on the way home we can stop at a drive thru and replenish any lost calories and hydrate you with sugary soda!

-And that’s just the night OUT portion of date night 😘

[xybar]

Deal

[kingsizejock]

Someone’s been a greedy piggy

[hegotfat]

Brazilian reality star and fitness influencer lets gluttony win.

He got his fame from going on a reality show where he lost 384 pounds without medication or surgery. His hard work led him to more fitness reality shows and got a following of 70,000 on Instagram. This transformation paved the way for an invitation to a Recording of a TV program called “Programma do Gugu” where he was featured in a section titled "Virou Outra Pessoa." In English, that translates to "Became Another Person." Gugu Liberato, the host of the show, proudly congratulated him, saying he was one to "[go] further than most people could imagine. Later on Instagram and YouTube, he documented his lifestyle change - including how he lost hundreds of pounds through diet and exercise — with the intention of inspiring others struggling with weight and health issues.

After his initial success, he faced personal tragedies, This contributed to emotional struggles, and he eventually regained significant weight after his transformation. His jawline retreated. His transformation timeline turned into a loop. Despite this, he continued to engage with followers and expressed intentions to make another effort at weight loss.

He had an entire community inspired and energized by his transformation, which must have put enormous pressure on him to stay in shape. This time, though, he showed zero discipline or self-control. It’s hard to imagine how defeated he felt hitting “post” and admitting to his followers that he’d regained all the weight—and then some. His biggest fear was always slipping back and disappointing everyone, yet even that wasn’t enough to keep him committed to his diet. He gave in completely, as if he’d learned nothing from the first collapse. He became so severely overweight that you’d never guess he was once a fitness influencer. [1/2]

[hegotfat]

[2/2]

[nwarrior777]

people who waited fat kink things from me - today is your day

just lil thing for start!

upd: forgot!

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oh this is cute but i wait for more 🔥 fat kink art from u to RRYAAA'ing about

Voting ended onJan 24

[boy-he-fat]

Gave chat gpt my padding picture and had it create my dream body

[captpaddington]

In honor of the anon from the other day and also bc it's another holiday, I've got more sweater/button-up pics 😉

I only own the one sweater, I'll have to get a second one in a larger size. Also the button-up is a 4X and STILL too tight 😅

[hegotfat]

Brazilian reality star and fitness influencer lets gluttony win.

He got his fame from going on a reality show where he lost 384 pounds without medication or surgery. His hard work led him to more fitness reality shows and got a following of 70,000 on Instagram. This transformation paved the way for an invitation to a Recording of a TV program called “Programma do Gugu” where he was featured in a section titled "Virou Outra Pessoa." In English, that translates to "Became Another Person." Gugu Liberato, the host of the show, proudly congratulated him, saying he was one to "[go] further than most people could imagine. Later on Instagram and YouTube, he documented his lifestyle change - including how he lost hundreds of pounds through diet and exercise — with the intention of inspiring others struggling with weight and health issues.

After his initial success, he faced personal tragedies, This contributed to emotional struggles, and he eventually regained significant weight after his transformation. His jawline retreated. His transformation timeline turned into a loop. Despite this, he continued to engage with followers and expressed intentions to make another effort at weight loss.

He had an entire community inspired and energized by his transformation, which must have put enormous pressure on him to stay in shape. This time, though, he showed zero discipline or self-control. It’s hard to imagine how defeated he felt hitting “post” and admitting to his followers that he’d regained all the weight—and then some. His biggest fear was always slipping back and disappointing everyone, yet even that wasn’t enough to keep him committed to his diet. He gave in completely, as if he’d learned nothing from the first collapse. He became so severely overweight that you’d never guess he was once a fitness influencer. [1/2]

[hegotfat]

[2/2]

[bramblesqrl]

Fat people: If you’re already on a statin to lower cholesterol. But have not hit your cholesterol goals, your doctor may not be telling you about combination therapy options. Because you are fat. Often doctors will only prescribe weight loss or dietary change to fat people. This is medical neglect bordering on abuse.

Here are a couple of things you can ask for in combo with a statin to further lower your LDL, or if you cannot tolerate statins.

- Ezetimibe. Typically lowers LDL by an additional 25% when combined with a statin.

- PCSK9 inhibitor. This lowers LDL an additional 50-60% when combined with a statin. It’s not the cheapest, but it is very helpful if you have statin resistant high cholesterol. Or just a very high baseline LDL before treatment.

-Bempedoic acid. This can cause a 10-15% reduction and is useful if you cannot tolerate statins or cannot increase the dose due to statin side effects.

You should discuss these options in more detail with your doctor.

[careforsomemore]

Comm for anon!

[careforsomemore]

Comm for pizzaguy17 on Bluesky!

[careforsomemore]

Comm for @ JamJim04 !!

[heftyabyssofsweets]

WARNING: This game is best experienced on a wide screen TV. Players with square TVs may find important elements squished offscreen.

[plumpybread]

What sort of things does Aiden like helping/need to help Ethan with as the latter approaches immobility? Anything extra spicy?

Oh trust me, there's probably nothing Aiden hasn't done already when looking after Ethan.

It first started with the basics during their first months together; giving him a hand to stand up or bringing him things so he doesn't have to hurl himself around constantly. Of course, he was getting bigger, and very fast, so he started to need a lot more help pretty quickly.

Aiden started helping him get dressed every day, and now was exclusively the one to answer the door for the dozen daily fast food deliveries, telling Ethan he'd take care of it so he wouldn't have to tire himself out.

And then Ethan started to genuinely get too obese. He could barely reach around his own body anymore, and he no longer had a choice but to rely on another person for his hygiene. He would've been forced to drop out and be looked after in his home at this point, but Aiden was more than willing to help him with it as his friend.

It was especially prevalent on their second year of college as Sophomores, as Ethan had easily doubled his weight from 600 to over 1200 pounds in a year, and it showed in the huge loss of mobility he was experiencing.

Aiden convinced him to shower together so he could clean Ethan's massively obese body thoroughly, and though he was anxious and shy about it at first, it quickly became a regular routine for them. It's not like he hadn't seen Aiden naked before, he was a masculine jock after all, and would sometimes walk around the dorm without his pair of underwear, but having him touch and clean every crevice of his body while both of them were nude made him quite flustered.

In the end, though, Aiden made sure to comfort Ethan, telling him how he always sees his teammates naked in the locker rooms every day anyways, and making sure to be quick whenever he had to clean Ethan's more private areas.

It only took a week or two for Ethan's awkwardness to go away, and showering together just became normal and something he looked forward to to feel fresh and clean.

[hedonisticfeedee]

My massive bariatric bed creaks under the weight of its occupant. I lay propped up against a mountain of pillows, my body spilling over the sides like dough. My skin, pale and stretched, shimmers under the dim light, revealing map of angry stretch marks that tells a story of years spent in this very bed growing against my will for you. That’s the thing about caring about others. You do things for them even if it hurts you. That’s why I have been immobile for two years.

Every morning is a battle, but today feels like something especially daunting will happen. I can feel my body giving up more and more each day. My thighs and feet are swollen from the lymphedema, I am taking enough insulin to kill a horse, and I know my heart will give out any day. The weight of my body makes me try to shift uncomfortably as I take off my CPAP and replace it with my oxygen cannula. The weight of my chest chokes me out, so I have to constantly be on oxygen. My heart races as I struggle to these very basic tasks of changing out which machine makes sure I can breathe. Ironically, it leave me breathless.

Panic bubbles beneath the surface—What if today is the day my trapped body gives up?

The door creaks open, and in you walk wearing nothing but a cheerful apron that reads “World’s Best Dad.” That’s right. That is the sick game we play. You’re the feeder dad and I am your helpless son. Behind you a cart full of breakfast becomes present: ungodly stacks of fluffy pancakes dripping with butter and syrup, bacon glistening that looks like it came from a whole hog, and a gallon of whole milk.

“Good morning, champ!” you beam, setting the first tray down on the nightstand with a clatter. “I made your favorites!”

I manage a weak smile, though my heart sinks at the sight. Have I ever been able to resist you? My food addiction wins every time and even if it didn’t there is no way in hell you would let me lose the weight. I am too far gone. I feel it in my enlarged heart that is starting to hurt. “Thanks, Daddy.” My voice hoarse, tinged with the weight of anxiety. I want to feel grateful, but look what you did to me under your “care.” Each bite you, my daddy, prepare feels like another nail in the coffin.

“Talk? Or eat?” you laugh sadistically. You plop down on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to love this,” you cut a piece of pancake and lift it to my lips.

As the food touched my tongue, a familiar rush of pleasure mixed with a bitter taste of dread. I chew slowly, aware of the way you watch me with a blend of pride and lust. You prepare another fork full of pancake.

“Daddy, I... I can’t keep doing this,” I finally manage, pushing the fork away as my chest tightens.

“Shh, don’t think like that. Just eat, my boy,” you bring the fork to my lips. “You’ll see. I’m making you stronger for daddy.”

“Stronger? Or bigger?”

“Just finish your breakfast, son. That’s all I ask,” you press, tone firm but loving.

“I am bedbound and dying. People die at this weight!”

“And you should be grateful someone is willing to take care of you and let you eat whatever you want! Be grateful for daddy.”

“I am grateful, but—”

“No buts! Just enjoy your breakfast. There is plenty more after this tray.” You force a crispy piece of bacon dripping in syrup in my mouth, the sweetness overpowering me. “Trust daddy. That’s right, eat. Get nice and fat for daddy.” The rhythm in which you feed me starts to pick up. “You’re such a good boy.”

That was it. Between the delicious food, your lust, and calling me a good boy, I feel my little nub of a cock somewhere in a fatpad covered under rolls of lard twitch. I am yours. I will never question you again. You're right. This is silly. I need this. I need thousands of calories. I need YOU.

As we sit together, you feeding me, I feel some fucked up warmth--both comforting and suffocating. How much longer could this last? As I chew, the words echo in my mind: Trust me. And in that moment, I wonder if trust can be both a comfort and a cage. Trust will kill me...Food will kill me...You will kill me.

[plumpybread]

A while ago, I remember you posting about a Pokemon Trainer OC you had. What does the rest of his team look like, and how does he affect them and vice-versa? All I remember is the snorlax hoodie and the machoke

My boy Caleb, yeah! He's kind of an old OC

He doesn't actually have a full team, just his machoke who helps him as he progressively grows more obese.

His storyline was about him having a very successful evil twin brother named Josh who behind the scenes caused Caleb to grow too fat to pose a threat to his title as the "golden child" by making junk food easily accessible, but it ends up spiraling out of control and Caleb ends up becoming immobile some years in the future

Here's the full timeline I made a while back, it's pretty old art but still retains his growth pretty faithfully since i haven't revisited him since then