Born in the 80's. Funnier on the Inside.
You can't believe I'm not butter!
Married to an adorable Gummy Bear
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I'm a fat guy - yeah I play with my belly
I'm a fat guy - yeah I'm gonna eat that
I'm a fat guy - yeah there are a lot of X's on my clothes
I'm a fat guy - yeah I walk through doors sideways
I'm a fat guy - yeah, I get winded waddling
I'm a fat guy - BWAAAAAUUUURRRPPP
Stop pretending you "let youself go". You actively ate yourself into a massive, wheezing pile of lard. You shoveled mountains of greasy, oily fast food, heavy cream shakes and more. Your mountainous 600lb body was an intentional choice.
Thick heavy love handles that your finger sink deeply. You play with then mindlessly, hefting and shaking them. An overflow of soft jiggly fat, the result of late night stuffing session, day long binges, drive-thru hopping, and massive meals. And you can't wait for even more.
Look if you didn't want a big fat soft 500 pound blubber bun... then you should have brought me more snacks so I could be a bigger fatter softer 600 pound blubber bun π
Gainer Tips:
-Learn to cook
-Try and really understand you maintainence calories
-Don't neglect exercise, especially leg work
-Be patient realistic fat gain will be around 1-2lbs a week at most!
-Condiments can add a ton of calories easily
-Eat what you genuinely enjoy
Can I interest you in a fat bunny who sweats up a storm 5 minutes into any sort of physical work, who has to squeeze in and outta the car, and who often has to plop his belly on the counter to rest his back, but who is also a good cook, loving, and on occasion funny? π₯Ίπ°π
"Can you pass me the chips?"
"Can you grab me a drink from downstairs?"
"Can you hit up the drive-thru on the way home?"
"Can you get *huff* groceries again?"
"Can you *wheeze* bring me food? BWORRP, I'm in a match"
"Can, you *hic* refill my, uhh funnel?"
Hrrff...ugggh...It's so hard... I...I...I don't think I can get up hon. I *wheeze* know it's the 1st of the month and weigh in day... but it's to hard... look I'm a sweaty mess... can't we just skip the weigh in? I don't think I can get out of bed..I just need something to eat...
Hey, I know this might be kind of sudden, and I hope it doesn't scare you off, but well, I think you would look even more incredible if you were struggling to fit in my car... πππ
Look I wasn't *chugging* the milk... I was just really thirsty. I would never be so pedestrian as to gorge myself on milk *BRAWWWWHHHRPPP* uhhhhh.... oops...
There is a joy in watching a fat glutton stuff themselves. The abandonment of inhibition as they gorge. Not worrying about etiquette. Shoveling food in as fast as they can, grease and crumbs covering their fat jiggling cheeks and spilling onto their their bloated, doughy chest.
The overwhelming urge I have every time I leave the house to just get a concerningly large amount of fast food is very real... like drive-thrus are just out there existing
Wiping the sweat from your brow, you heft yourself into the car and crank the A/C. You pause to catch your breath as your hefty frame fills up the once spacious front seat, fast food bags littered about, and large milkshake cups drained of their contents strewn aside...
You can track weight or calories or clothing size sure, but I want to see a number go down... I want thae number of steps you take in a day to steadily decrease, 10,000 in a day, then 5,000, down to 1,000 and eventually less then 100... All that fat making you move less and less.
Nothing like a big guy who cooks. Manuvering all the bulk around a kitchen, overhang exposed everytime they reach for a plate, careful not to let their wide hips bump stuff over, cooking a huge feast. All that fat a clear result of their skill.
"Come on hun, foods ready"
Don't worry about conversation, I'm just enjoying watching your immense display of unbridled gluttony. When I asked you on a date to the buffet I knew I would get to just sit and watch as you stuff yourself to point of barely being able to waddle. And I just find that perfect π₯°
To all my fellow fatties and gainers, its okay to find it hard. Its not easy being the largest in a roor or getting out of breath or struggling to do something. We glorify that in this community, but its hard. Its okay to struggle. I love you and knows you're doing your best.
Mutual gainers. Chubsters pushing each other and admiring all the soft, flabby, doughy pounds being added to each other. Grabbing snacks, encouraging buffet runs, comparing bellies, grouching about small booths and clothes, teasing, admiring, supporting, and fattening each other.
Sure, bellies and asses are great, but don't forget to spend time admiring all parts of the person you like, physical, mental, emotional, and all the other parts. <3
Getting to spend the last 5 days with
@SquirrelBramble
was beyond words to describe. As I sit here at the airport waiting to fly home, I am able to endure the ache of having to leave because of how full of love and joy my heart feels.