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Leonardo Sampaaio keeps blowing up like a balloon. He wants to reach 300 lbs, but I guess he’s just going to cross it easily one day. That car almost hit him, but that’s no problem, ‘cause he has his own airbag protecting his once famous abs. Acting like he just came out of the gym, but he worked out at the all you can eat-buffet instead. What a big fat porker!
❗️🐷 JamooTv 🐷❗️
This is definitely one of my favourite videos of fucking fatso JamooTv. He’s looking so big here that even his followers started commenting he was becoming the new Marius, his morbidly obese friend right next to him. It’s so hot how that enormous fat guy also squeezes Jamoo’s incredibly pudgy paunch. Look how much it jiggles and how much fat rolls appear when you manipulate it. It makes me want to squeeze and grab it myself so bad. He finally got rid of that skinny boy image, but he’ll never get rid of all those excess pounds.
As soon as you stop working out and play video games all day instead.
This was me once I hit 27, whoops 😳😳
As soon as you stop working out and play video games all day instead.
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He is even fatter
First pair of fat shorts: 36 inch waist
You're really getting fat now, piggy. You're just losing more control and can't stop can you?
Not until I can feel my belly completely resting on my cock, and then we’ll see 🐷
He stopped in front of the mirror and froze.
"...No way."
For a second he genuinely thought the angle was weird. Bad lighting. Maybe he'd just eaten a big meal. Then he turned sideways. The excuse died instantly. His stomach was sticking out farther than his chest.
"What the hell happened to me?"
He grabbed the round gut with both hands, jiggling it in disbelief. The soft weight spilled through his fingers. Just a few years ago he'd been the star athlete, the lean guy everyone envied. Now he was standing shirtless in front of the mirror looking like he'd spent those years training exclusively for competitive eating. He sucked his stomach in. Barely anything happened.
"Oh my God..."
He turned sideways again. The belly was still there, huge, impossible to ignore. His chest had softened. His waist had disappeared. The definition he'd once worked for had been buried beneath layer after layer of comfortable living and bad decisions.
"I used to have abs."
He poked the front of his stomach.
"I actually had abs."
Now his gut hung over the waistband of his sweatpants like it was trying to escape. Every old photo suddenly felt like evidence from another lifetime. The fit jock was gone. Somewhere between the burgers, the late-night takeout, the skipped workouts, and the endless promises of “I'll start next week”, he'd slowly transformed into the exact kind of out-of-shape guy he never imagined becoming. He squeezed his side and watched the soft flesh bunch between his fingers.
"Man... I didn't just gain a few pounds."
He looked down at himself again.
"I absolutely demolished myself."
The worst part wasn't seeing it. The worst part was realizing that this hadn't happened overnight. It had happened one snack, one excuse, and one missed workout at a time, until one day the former athlete vanished and a much softer, heavier version was staring back from the mirror.
"...Well", he muttered, giving his belly one last poke, "at least somebody's been bulking successfully."
oh my god.............. oh my god......................... my homepage suggested this.................................................... oh my GOD
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cute chubby cub. my fav
Fatty Inspection (Pt. 1)
(Contains severe teasing)
Well, it looks like it’s that time again, fat boy!
It’s measuring time! It’s time to size you up! Time for the weigh-in! It’s your slot for us to calculate how much damage you’ve done to yourself! To determine how big you’ve grown! To poke and prod and see what effects all that constant sitting around on that blubbery ass and stuffing your happy, satisfied face has done to the once-fit, handsome jock who waddles in, his sheepish face bushing as he sets his eyes on the weighing room.
It’s funny, fatty. Watching you lower your tubby body into the measuring chair! It’s so awkward for you, now, isn’t it? Judging by how much pudge you’ve packed onto that fat frame of yours, you’re clearly struggling trying to retain your balance, trying to navigate around the shrinking world as your stomach and ass and thighs expand, as your chest softens and plumps up, as your face gets fatter, dumber, happier by the bite!
You’re not used to it, are you, fat boy? All that extra chub? All that chunkiness? I can tell it surprises you, how snug the seat is. The seat that once easily accommodated your muscular body. And look at you, now, fatty! You’re BUSTING out of it! You’re larding out in every direction! Look at yourself! Look at the way your rolls poke through the bands on the sides! Look at the way your thighs don’t even fit, how your fat ass has started to push out over the edges of the chair. I’ll be taking note of that, fatty, don’t you fret.
Okay, lard ass, now, let’s get started! Hmm…wow. Look how much further my finger sticks into your gut! Look how much farther I can push into your pudge…hehe, it’s much deeper than last time! Okay…now let’s measure the depth of the belly button…hehe…aww, is that ticklish piglet? Heh, you’ve gotten so sensitive since you began larding out. All that pudge must be extra ticklish, isn’t it fat ass? Okay, now hold still dude, or I’m gonna get an assistant in here to keep you still…that’s a good fatboy. Oh, wow! Look how deep your gut button has gotten! That’s got to be at least an inch deeper than your last inspection! Hmm…and I’ll make note, of course, that you’re more ticklish than usual.
Alright, now for the measurements…round the chest. Woah, your boobs have gotten fatter! Hehe, look at that gut, fat boy! Damn, you are one round porker, aren’t you piggy? That’s got to be at least a few inches bigger than your last weigh-in! Hehe, but of course I could have told you that when you came in here, from the way your tummy pokes out underneath your shirt! From the way your thighs were rubbing like crazy! Oh, speaking of which…WOAH! Dude, look at these juicy thunder thighs! Heh, watch them shake! Damn, you’ve really pudged up in the last month! What have they been feeding you? You’re blubbing out like a balloon, piggy! No matter, I’ll just pull up your dietary records from the nutritionist afterwards, no need to embarrass yourself telling me how much you binged in the last month. I already know you’ve been stuffing your fat, pathetic face on the regular, pork chop!
Alrighty, then…now for the piece de resistance! Wiggle on over here, piggy…that’s right…that’s a good fat ass…Woah…Oh…My…GOD. Dude! Look at this! Look at THIS! I can’t believe it, but your ass has gotten even fatter, fat ass! How the hell did you manage that, thiccums? Hmm? Hehe, what were you deliberately stuffing your cakes with cakes? Hehe. Sorry….dumb joke…though, of course, not as dumb as you…
Well, there’s only one thing left to do piggy…I’ll need to do a thorough inspection of your exercise capabilities. Of course, I’ll be prescribing a diet regiment that I know your fat ass won’t follow, hehe! But, first, let’s gat that blubbering ass up on the treadmill, oinker!
(To be continued...)
Arrival at Fatty Camp
Imagine your first day at Fatty Camp...
Waddling off the bus, into the hard-packed earth in the yard. Stuffing yourself with the last donut of the dozen. Loudly licking your fingers, shrugging off your nerves as you tell yourself it'll be a breeze. You'll do a little dieting, a couple jumping jacks, a few circuits of the track...and you'll be in shape in no time!
And then you see them...the Campers...dozens and dozens of handsome, formerly-fit men, busting out of their uniforms; tight short shorts that expose the fattiness of their thighs, that barely contain their blimping asses, shirts that don't so much as cover their tubby stomachs, that hug their plump chests WAYYY too tightly! Whimpering and panting, squealing as a snickering, teasing jock pokes at their juicy rolls, jiggling their overfed bellies, shaking their ballooning asses. Making them run, laughing as the fatties' thighs rub, as their shorts threaten to burst.
Your eyes widening as the reality of this place hits you, as you gulp down the last of your donut. Mouth slack as you realize what being sent here really means. Your breath shortening as you are prodded forward by the Coach behind you, as you catch a glimpse of the embarrassing sights before you. Trying not to panic as you see a trio of adorable fatties, bodies jiggling like crazy as they are made to jump, trying to reach the cupcakes a jock hoists far above their heads. Passing a long line of chubs, queued belly-to-butt as they wait their turn, the fatty in the front being measured with a tape, weighed on a scale, and sized with a caliper for all the trembling Campers and laughing Coaches. A glimpse through the window of the dining hall where rows of Campers are packed in, asses squeezed in tightly between each other as they gorge themselves on mounds of food, feasting like swelling piglets.
And, panting, panicking, catching a glimpse of your own thickened body in the reflection. Sweating as a smiling, cocky jock in a Coach's uniform struts up to you, holding aloft a t-shirt and shorts, beaming as the reality dawns on you both; that you won't be able to fit into your uniform.
Your time at Fatty Camp begins now, fatboy...
Describing my dreams
Arrival at Fatty Camp
Imagine your first day at Fatty Camp...
Waddling off the bus, into the hard-packed earth in the yard. Stuffing yourself with the last donut of the dozen. Loudly licking your fingers, shrugging off your nerves as you tell yourself it'll be a breeze. You'll do a little dieting, a couple jumping jacks, a few circuits of the track...and you'll be in shape in no time!
And then you see them...the Campers...dozens and dozens of handsome, formerly-fit men, busting out of their uniforms; tight short shorts that expose the fattiness of their thighs, that barely contain their blimping asses, shirts that don't so much as cover their tubby stomachs, that hug their plump chests WAYYY too tightly! Whimpering and panting, squealing as a snickering, teasing jock pokes at their juicy rolls, jiggling their overfed bellies, shaking their ballooning asses. Making them run, laughing as the fatties' thighs rub, as their shorts threaten to burst.
Your eyes widening as the reality of this place hits you, as you gulp down the last of your donut. Mouth slack as you realize what being sent here really means. Your breath shortening as you are prodded forward by the Coach behind you, as you catch a glimpse of the embarrassing sights before you. Trying not to panic as you see a trio of adorable fatties, bodies jiggling like crazy as they are made to jump, trying to reach the cupcakes a jock hoists far above their heads. Passing a long line of chubs, queued belly-to-butt as they wait their turn, the fatty in the front being measured with a tape, weighed on a scale, and sized with a caliper for all the trembling Campers and laughing Coaches. A glimpse through the window of the dining hall where rows of Campers are packed in, asses squeezed in tightly between each other as they gorge themselves on mounds of food, feasting like swelling piglets.
And, panting, panicking, catching a glimpse of your own thickened body in the reflection. Sweating as a smiling, cocky jock in a Coach's uniform struts up to you, holding aloft a t-shirt and shorts, beaming as the reality dawns on you both; that you won't be able to fit into your uniform.
Your time at Fatty Camp begins now, fatboy...
