nolongerthin

Before and after pics are great, but any big body that I think I would love to have can be found here

[fat-black-brothas]

This brotha looks white, all his friends are white, but I'm 100% certain he's part black. Probably a black great-grandparent. Just look at him. A black person can tell. Just look at him. Any guesses how I can tell?

[unshavedman]

[femalefeederheaven2]

Got the boys lined up to show off at the bbq, look at all that sexy BHM man meat! 😍

@bigdoughball @histhiccnessxxx @asmashingbear (feabie) @mortiskiller and @spaghettiyeti (feabie)

[bigdoughball]

Thank you for the invitation!!

[malepulchritude4]

[one-big-snack]

[widenorth]

Feels so nice to finally set the belly free

[malepulchritude4]

[avidgnr]

Young streamer gained 75kg in 2 years of eating and gaming

[bellybybeer]

I’ve been on a real burger kick lately 🙂‍↔️ here’s to second dinner 🖤

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[twunkletoesofficial]

The difference a year can make 😵‍💫

[roadtoobesity]

"Come on boy, you've never seen your old man nude? Nonsense, I showered with you when you were a wee lad. Of course, back then neither of us were quite so... big. You've grown up, and I've grown out. Well, it doesn't matter. Squeeze on in with your old man and help him wash up!"

[roadtoobesity]

Your son hadn't always been tubby. On the contrary, he had grown up with an average to healthy frame. Worked out once a week, went on hikes, ran mornings. That changed when he was hit with the harsh pressures of life. All of that free time sank down the drain as soon as he started working three fast food jobs. Time spent running became sitting sedentary behind a cash register. His biggest workout was lifting burgers for customers (and himself). The real killer was the 75% food discount he got at his workplaces. Suddenly, eating fast food each night became a "budgetary necessity". An addictive one. By the time he was headed home for summer, the boy had blimped 50 pounds in pure lard. You couldn't have been prouder had you put that weight on him yourself.

[thisbeardoesnotexist]

[vicariouseater]

Stretch mark and fat pad post, I can’t stop staring at how big I look in the last picture and I definitely can’t stop thinking about when I can’t reach to take the picture in the future

[roadtoobesity]

This right here is a real man. None of that diet gym sissy bullshit. This gentleman has devoted himself to one thing: hedonistic luxury. The extra meals shine through in every supple curve, every plump roll, every surface of his blimping pudge. His crown jewels, though, are that lard-packed paunch and bulging fat pad. It takes a real man to eat himself into submission, to trade inches down there for inches around his waist. We applaud you, sir.

[roadtoobesity]

Yep. The lardass on the right and model on the left are both the same person. Better yet, the fatty is your brother. You had grown up hearing just about every compliment given to him. He was kind, smart, attractive, and charming. And, yes, you couldn't deny that he appeared chiseled out of stone by the hands of an experienced craftsman. That was until his modelling business really took off. Soon, every day was packed with three, four lunch meetings. Investors wanted him at every time of the day, always throwing in luxury items and food to win his favor. By his first year working alone, your bro had blimped 50 pounds in pure lard. He was quickly dropped by every company and left to work a retail job. Nowadays, the most praise he gets is an off comment on how hot he used to be. Regardless, you think he's never looked better.

[roadtoobesity]

You awoke this morning to a text from your boy. For the past few months, he's been up in New York chasing the "American Dream" and working hard on Wall Street. This is the first clear picture you've gotten from him since he left, and not much is left to the imagination. Those business meals have been treating him.

"Well dad, it looks like I'm shit out of luck. The laundry service shrunk my shirt, so I'll be heading into the office to put on a show. It's not like the boys will mind. Those fatasses have a lot more to worry about than my wardrobe. We have four lunch meetings today among our top shareholders. Wish me luck!"

Sure, son. Whatever makes you happy.

[roadtoobesity]

"Hey bro, just reaching out before our Caribbean trip. Thoughts on the beach bod?"

Your brother could only deny it so much. His body, once a temple of taut muscle, had been pumped full of nothing but lard. Whatever "athletic frame" he was seeing now fell deep beneath those tits and paunch. And, to be honest, "paunch" didn't do it justice. That word described a belly, not whatever muffin top he was working with. Every new pound he's packed on just adds further to those sides, cascading down in jiggling dough. You had known when he started trading dumbbells for donuts that this would be the end game. And you couldn't be any more proud of the change.