FatGorgeousGuys

Hi! On this blog, I only reblog content from other profiles that I consider hot/attractive (specially fat men and tfs) Have Fun!!!!! NO MINORS ALLOWED

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Dad bod rob

[fatbellydetective]

This guy is so HOT! Shame he’s not on tiktok anymore! That bellyyyy!!!

[beefyboiz]

Happy Super Bowl belly

[ryanporker]

💪 💪 💪

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[ffattles]

Fat boys just do it better!

[giorgio-gains]

[gitsinger]

Still can’t believe I used to be so skinny🫢 never again😈🐷

[redbeardy]

[hotcuriousstraight]

When you're so hot you're giving off steam

[newkidintownme]

Another update on fatso arriso! He tried to prove his point that he still has a V-line, although he had to lift all his pudge around his growing waist up to show it. Congratulations for sticking so much to the past, chubbs, while the pounds keep sticking to your waist more and more everyday. Instead of abs we can count your squishy fat rolls now. When you see him in profile picking up one of his cats, it looks like he's fucking pregnant with twins, but it's just his enormous food baby. I guess he should try some cardio in the gym instead of weightlifting, 'cause it's only lifting his own weight up 'till record heights.

[cherwallyx]

[roundchonk]

The gains are so real

[fatjockass]

2025 → 2026

[mindyourbod]

The Wish Didn't Fix It

I've been an over thinker my entire life. From school to the workplace, I've been told over and over again that the only thing stopping me from being brilliant is how often I end up stuck inside my own head. Analysis paralysis, choice anxiety, whatever you want to call it - I freeze up and overthink instead of getting shit done

As my career plateaued, my relationships stagnated, and my age started to show, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It started out small but gradually took root, this fantasy where I could stop thinking and start doing; and as I fantasised about it more often, the fantasies gradually started to shift. What began as a vague desire to wake up the next morning suddenly able to shove all my thoughts to the side gradually built itself into a fully fledged imaginary world where I'd never struggled with overthinking at all.

What would my life have been like if I thought less? Would I have still been studious or would I have been more of a jock? Instead of going into higher education, I would've barely managed to finish high school and found a job where I could use my body and not my brain. A strong, happy-go-lucky dummy, not too bright but with a body built by practically living at the gym and throwing heavy weights around.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. I decided I had to make it real.

When I found the caster on the dark web I didn't think twice about what I asked them to do. "Make me a hot, horny, laid back himbo who thinks with his body instead of his brain."

I got my wish. But my wish didn't fix shit, dude.

I'm like, barely literate, and the only math I can do is adding my reps up. And sometimes I mess up half way, so I just keep going - better for the gains.

Worst thing is, even though my brain is slow and fuzzy all the time, the thoughts still keep on coming. Except instead of overthinking everything to shit, every thought I have revolves around this hulking, horny, impulsive body of mine.

I've been staring myself in the mirror for the past 10 minutes, admiring my pecs, feeling them up. Fuck but I'm one sexy stud. Look at that arm vein- yeah, look how it bulges when I turn and flex just right. My next client's coming soon and I should get ready... but it can wait another minute. Lemme take a pic first. Maybe I'll sweet talk him into letting me blow him in the locker room again. Get my protein in so I can ride him in the showers when we're done.

[fredwkong]

Fucked Silly

You didn’t think much of what he’d said at first. He was just a Grindr hookup, and tops will say literally anything. The message didn’t even crack the top 5 weirdest things you’d been sent. But still:

“Gonna see you fucked silly.”

It was so specific. Okay, maybe you looked like a bit of a dummy, with your sturdy muscles and habitual smile. But you were getting a doctorate! There was nothing silly about a PhD in Historiography.

“Gonna see you fucked silly.”

You looked at the message one last time as you waited rang for him to unlock the door of his building. You rolled your eyes. Bullshit tops.

But as his fat cock penetrated your hole, you started to feel weird. Your thoughts started to slow down and drift away. “What’s… happening?” you groaned as he bottomed out.

“You’re getting fucked silly, like all the other guys I top,” the top told you, and shifted inside you. You felt his cock rub up against your prostate and some of your thoughts popped like shiny, glittery soap bubbles.

“Noooo,” you moaned, shocked at how slutty your voice sounded. “I don’t wanna be a silly boyyyy.” You were smart, right? You were getting a Historo— Histrio— His— a big degree!

“Yeah, you do,” said the top, starting to fuck you harder. “You wanna be a silly bottom boi with big juicy muscles.”

“I’m moooore than a joocy muscle boiiiii,” you moaned, caught between bliss and horror as your whole body lit up from the fucking. More and more of your thoughts, memories, and knowledge slipped out of your grasp and vanished as he kept on fucking. You tried to hold onto things like your high school math class and your favourite show, but they vanished so fast you forgot you’d ever known them.

You felt your brain getting lighter and lighter as everything inside it dissolved and went away. As the top’s rhythm broke down with approaching orgasm, you moaned wantonly and fucked back into him, desperate for stimulation as the last of your smarts vanished.

The top came, and the sensation of him filling you up with his cum ripped away everything that you had left. You spurted all over the bed with an empty-headed groan. The sight of all the globs of cum on the sheets suddenly struck you as hilarious, and you started to laugh. “Huhuhuhu…”

The top pulled out. “Another happy customer,” he said, patting you on your broad back.

You twerked back at him, feeling empty. You flipped over and grinned up at him. “I wanna go dancingggg,” you whined in your new dumb, slutty voice. “Let’s go partyyyyy.” You were just a dumb, airheaded himbo with bouncy muscles and a goofy personality.

You’d been fucked silly.

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