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Feeling chunky
You're not only 'feeling chuky', chubbs. You ARE chunky now. I'd even call you fat. That's a very round belly for a twink like you, fatty.
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Another part of this pudgy porker in his skintight 'workout' shirt. It's worth watching the video fully, 'cause he says a lot of funny things about his ever-rising weight. He gets angry when people mention they thought he was around 300 lbs (136 kg) at his fattest, but it's not such a strange thought if you ask me though. He was really fat, especially when you see he's still big and fat right now after he already lost some weight. The question "Any tips for bulking?" is actually hilarious, since he's clearly a major in bulking, although he doesn't know how to cut obviously. I don't think he only eats 'a lot of protein', just include a lot of fat and sugar in his diet too. And then the very irritated "Yes, I go to the gym" afterwards is so out of place, 'cause just a few weeks before he told us he didn't go to the gym, because he's a college senior. Does this chubster still knows what are lies and what's the truth? I bet he doesn't even dare to step on the scale anymore these days, so he just makes up some things and numbers himself. For example when he says how much weight he lost, he just keeps saying different numbers. "There's so much more to me than just my weight." Yeah, fatso, but there's a lot of pudge on you too. It's quite hypocritical to get angry when people mention you're clearly overweight, while he's always bragging himself on how he's losing weight on the other hand. Only when he can tell lies, he's willing to talk about it. "I don't care" must be the biggest lie he told in this whole video of lies, by the way. Ofcourse it's not worth it to show off his muscles right now, since they're buried beneath a very thick layer of lard. Keep growing out of that 'workout' shirt, you greedy piggy! I bet the only thing you're doing in the gym is putting yourself full with all kinds of greasy food out of the vending machine.
More of our favourite big boy with rhythm. However, he still has more pudge than rhythm obviously. Especially the difference with one of the skinny fit boys next to him everytime is hilarious. That’s a big overhang, fatso! You could be so big and strong if you’d actually workout in the gym, but now you’re just big with a strong appetite instead.
Discover more of this fat porker and his skinny fit friends here:
Tumblr is the place you go to be yourself on the internet. No performance, no perfection. Just you, and the people who get it.
Tumblr is the place you go to be yourself on the internet. No performance, no perfection. Just you, and the people who get it.
Look at this fatso! This tubby influencer used to be a fit guy, but it seems like the social media life is blowing him up big recently. The people in the comments were equally reckless, just as his snug waistbands around his growing waist. “I was under the impression you were ripped”, someone wrote. His answer “I was 😂😂” is actually hilarious. Some other funny reactions were “Bro put some weight on” and “He needs to go back to the gym”. I think they’re very right, chubbs. It’s time to go back to the gym or you’re gonna be obese soon.
‘Que te paso?’ Well, I will tell you, chubbs. You got fucking fat, because you can’t keep your sausage fingers out of the fridge. Oh, and squeezing that pudgy paunch into your tight shorts, although they have an elastic waistband luckily, isn’t making your chubby body look any better or leaner, fatso. I guess a gym membership is what you need, but what you will never get unfortunately.
Act like you’re my friend I haven’t seen in a while
I honestly can’t tell if you’ve actually expanded or if you’re just wearing a giant, flesh-colored beanbag chair. Seriously, man, what happened? The last time I saw you, you had a jawline, now you’ve got a series of concentric chin-folds that look like a ripple effect in a pond of lard. And what is happening with your chest? I can’t tell where your pecs ended and your breasts began. You’ve gone from 'fit' to 'fruitcake' in record time. You don't even have a stomach anymore, you have a soft-serve machine of a gut that looks like it’s trying to escape your shirt. Every time you breathe, your buttons are screaming for mercy. I can actually hear the fabric of your clothes begging for a divorce. Do you even remember what it’s like to see your own feet without using a series of mirrors? Or do you just accept that your torso is now a planetary body with its own gravitational pull? You didn't just let yourself go, you threw yourself off a cliff into a deep fryer. You’ve transitioned from 'skinny-fit' to 'human marshmallow' so efficiently that I’m actually impressed. It takes a special kind of dedication to completely erase every single angle of your body and replace them all with circles. Honestly, looking at you is like watching a time-lapse video of a balloon inflating until it’s about to pop. Please, for the love of God, stop talking, the way your cheeks wobble when you speak is genuinely hypnotic in the worst way possible. Go find a salad, or at least some underwear that doesn't look like it's fighting for its life.
“Came across this guy and thought the timeline was kind of perfect. Early photos have him as a lean little goalkeeper: sharp face, slim frame, loose kit, very much still in his sporty era.
Then somewhere along the way he becomes a bartender, and you can basically see the lifestyle catch up with him. The event shirts get tighter, his arms fill out, his waist softens, and by the vacation pics he’s clearly not the same skinny keeper anymore.” (SUBMISSION)
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It’s a fascinating transformation. He went from guarding a goal to becoming the goal. He spent years training his body to keep things out of the net, and the second he got a job pouring pints, he decided to become the net himself. He didn’t just leave the sport, he absorbed the entire ecosystem of the pub. You can actually track the decay in the photos, it’s like a time-lapse of a melting candle. He used to be a ‘lean little keeper’, but now the only thing he’s keeping is a surplus of saturated fats. He traded a pair of goalie gloves for a bottle opener and his center of gravity shifted so far forward he probably needs a spotter just to tie his shoes. Looking at those vacation pics, it’s clear he’s no longer playing defense, he’s surrendered completely. He didn't just 'soften' at the waist, he evolved into a human beach ball. He’s not a bartender, he’s a walking advertisement for liver failure and a cautionary tale about what happens when you stop running and start sampling the inventory. The only thing 'sharp' about him now is the angle of the slope on his stomach. He went from being the last line of defense to being the first person in line for a bypass.
It feels kinda tight, but it fits right, isn’t it? 😅
It fits... kinda. It's not showing off your bare gut at least, but it is showing off how fucking big and round it got on the other hand, fatty. Why are you even wearing those workout clothes? Do you really think you will be able to run more than a mile with that fat tummy on you? You can always try, chubbs, but watch out gravity doesn't pull you down on the front.
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This makes it even more embarrassing for you, fatso. How the hell did you let yourself go so much? It's probably also because you like to eat your girlfriend's food too much. I must say you tattoos got much bigger since then, big boy. The placement of it around your deepening belly button is hilarious actually. You're just a FAT FUCK indeed!
only 3 months difference… what am I doing to myself🫢☺️
Putting yourself full of food all the time obviously. The belly and the fat rolls are only getting bigger, chubbs. I guess it’s time to stop taking mirror selfies, ‘cause you won’t fit into the frame anymore soon.
what’s up with all these pitchers with a nice little belly, i guess the spot with the least running does the belly good. but this guy… uniform buttons straining a little, he’s getting fat and it’s looking great. playing a professional sport, in miami too, and still sporting a belly is so hot, he really must be eating huge.
Look at you, fatso. You’re not a pitcher, you’re a structural hazard. You picked the only position in professional sports where you can stand still for three hours and still be considered ‘active’, and yet you’re still the slowest thing on the field. Those straining buttons on your jersey aren't fasteners anymore, they’re load-bearing cables. Every time you wind up for a pitch, the entire dugout holds its breath, not for the strike, but because they’re terrified a button is going to snap off at Mach 1 and take out a spectator in the front row. You’re one deep breath away from a wardrobe malfunction that would require a hazardous materials team to clean up, big boy. You’re playing in Miami, the global capital of fitness, sunshine and metabolism, and you’ve managed to defy the laws of physics by getting even fatter in a city that lives on fish and salads. Your body isn't 'bulking', it's an expanding empire of bad decisions. You don't have a 'core', you have a planetary orbit. The only reason you’re still on the roster is because the team realized they don't need to buy a ball rack as long as they have you to lean the equipment against. You aren't pitching heat, you're just sweating out the three deep-dish pizzas you had for breakfast, you fat slob.
Look at this massive tranfatmation of Leonardo Sampaaio! You didn't just lose your physique, you staged a hostile takeover of your own discipline and let a buffet win, you enormous fat slob. It’s actually impressive how you managed to replace a six-pack with a one-pack of lard. You used to be a temple, but now you’re just a storage unit for processed carbs and regret. Looking at you now, it’s hard to tell where your chest ends and your stomach begins, it’s just one continuous, sloping landscape of failure. Those pecs didn't just soften, they surrendered. They’ve officially transitioned from muscle to pillows, just so your gut has something soft to lean on while it swallows the rest of your personality, fatso. You didn't just let yourself go, you launched yourself into a decline. You went from looking like a man who could conquer the world to looking like a man who gets winded opening a bag of chips. You’re not even a 'before and after' anymore, you’re just a cautionary tale about what happens when greed replaces a gym membership, you big fat porker.
Oh, I get why you're looking so awkard, chubbs. It is quite embarrassing to get arrested by a police officer, while your round fat tummy is bulging out of your far too tight shirt. What's the reason you got arrested in the first place, fatty? Is it maybe because you're disturbing the peace with that hideous fat body of yours? Or did you steal food again because you were starving, even though you'd just eaten, you fatso? Either way, I hope they have a gym in prison, 'cause you can obviously use some cardio to get rid of that round gut.
I know wearing tanktops makes you feel big and hot, big boy, but I think 'big' got a different meaning after you started bulking a year ago. I don't think it was a good idea to keep bulking and don't renew your gym membership at the same time. It seems like your muscles got buried beneath an enormous layer of pudge, fatso. Time to grab the dumbells again instead of the donuts, 'cause you're looking like a bag of very soft and squishy dough yourself now. Gravity is biggest your enemy recently and the treadmill seems the only thing that can still help you, if you don't give up like you did before though, you fat fuck. And please, ditch the tanktops. They're really doing you dirty, you greedy piggy.
'Wear you life jacket' is written on the boat. Well, I don't think this tubster really needs to wear a life jacket though, since he's growing some swimming aids himself recently. What he will need is a bra though, 'cause his fat moobs are getting out of control.
We're all in the same boat, mate! Don't we all struggle a bit with staying in shape when we reach our mid-20's? It's normal to have a bit more difficulties trying to get your pants up your growing ass, or trying to close the straining buttons on your tight shirt. It's normal to grow some moobs when you're getting older, right? Growing a beard to hide your new double chin is also pretty common. Well, maybe I missed and it's actually something that's only common when you're reaching your mid-40's or even mid-60's instead. You're just a lazy fat slob and that's the reason you're growing uncontrollably and bursting out of every too small piece of clothes you own, fatso.
When you are ripped but move in with your gf in Germany.
The "girlfriend effect".
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The 'girlfriend effect' isn't a biological phenomenon, you pathetic excuse for an athlete, it’s just the sound of your discipline evaporating the moment you found someone willing to tolerate your mediocrity. You didn't just let yourself go, you collapsed. You went from having a core of steel to a core of soft-serve, and now your chest looks like a pair of sourdough loaves fighting for space under a cheap t-shirt, fatso. Calling it the 'girlfriend effect' is the most cowardly way of saying: 'I have the willpower of a toddler in a candy store and no longer have the discipline to lift anything heavier than a fork.' You’re not a former athlete, you’re a cautionary tale in a gym-shark shirt that's screaming for mercy across your stomach. Those aren't moobs, chubbs, they're emotional support pillows for the ego you lost along with your abs. You didn't get comfortable in the relationship, you just became a human beanbag. The only thing 'ripped' about you now is the seam on your favorite pair of jeans, pudgemaster.
