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fatguyworld

Two stages of fat boys. Chunker on the right- you’ll get there.

hyperload1221

Mexican gainer performer.

He started off with 70 kilos (sadly no footage to prove this) before Covid, then he gained weight rapidly.

In early 2022 he started bulking and gained a LOT. In one year he passed 100 kilos, then 120, then by 2025 he was already 130 kilos.

He really enjoyed gaining and showing his appetite and shrinking clothes on camera.

Sadly he lost about 15 kilos by Christmas last year due to lack of funds. He is still hungry, and ready to surpass his previous heaviest.

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glorify-obesity

I ate a lot all the time. I drank heavy cream until I felt sick, then washed it down with eggnog. In the evenings, I drank so much beer that I just passed out on the couch in front of the TV. I don’t sleep on my back because my belly is now too heavy. I’ve never gained weight so quickly. I can’t get used to my belly and constantly bumping into people with it. I’m always sleepy, and I’m always thirsty. I can’t stop eating, I am trapped.

beachmaster5000

Getting ready for the festivities, but most importantly, THE FOOD

gym-and-food

I think I miss being that big

facuteness

Spending most of the time I’m awake now eating and thinking about eating, I can’t stop and I think that’s really hot of me actually

facuteness

Chugging like a superchub does. Bring me another? Or ten?

khorax-deactivated20181218

GPOY

stonednsoft

first meal of the day left me gasping for air I was so stuffed…

thebeautyofbigger

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I waddle into my usual takeaway store with my belly bumping on my thighs. It feels so damn heavy, and every step sees it push me slightly off balance.

The woman behind the counter asks me, “4 beef pies today?”

I nod. She knows my order. I can feel a hot rush of blood to my dick. I’m breathing hard, and my dick begins to throb into the underside of my belly.

I take the pies to my car, my spilling lovehandle squashes against the wheel and honks the horn as I fight my way into the driver’s seat.

I scoff them - rapidly, immediately calming the starving ache that has been annoying me for the last hour. When I’m finished, I pause for a moment, huge and stuffed behind the wheel, and admire the warmth and weight of my belly in my hands.

“430 lbs,” I mutter to myself, as I reach for the two litre carton on extra creamy milk on the seat next to me.

I drink, feeling my belly stretch with cool liquid. It sloshes as I begin to massage the burps out of my lard-jammed middle.

It feels amazing. It always has. And even better with every pound.