#gay bhm

[obesity-buddy]

Small clip from a 5 minute montage of me eating and chugging my way to 350+

[belly-buffet]

Can u handle one this big?

[chubbyredhead26]

Got a bit thirsty after work

Featuring before and afters

[chubbychiguy]

What's your favorite part? The belly, love handles, or big ass tiddies?

[swolviet]

Taking inspiration from @chub-redfeild350 

Lets take a moments and reset 2024’s Thanksgiving goals:

I'm not a bodybuilder: but my body naturally wants to be lean and if I were to allow it that freedom there are a variety of men I'd dream to look like.

My true sporting passion is lifting heavy things and while I am an intermediate powerlifter, I hope to attain the size of an amateur strongman! Lots of fuel to keep me moving and even more mass to lift heavy things. 

Finally, that voice in the back of my head all Thanksgiving weekend telling me to lie in bed and eat until I moo wants me fat.

Thanks @chub-redfield350 for the inspiration and 

@gym-and-food @bulkingseason @beefyrog , @gym-and-food , @bulkseason , @feedistvin @fillthattank, @ohioisforlozers @bulkgainer92 @growingbeef all for keeping me eating by motivating me forward! 

[fattychavs]

Big Boy

All his T-shirts have shrunk 🤔

[sluttyvioletx]

Good morning daddy say it back 🥰

[gluttedborb]

I've been stuffing myself pretty much everyday for the 3 weeks. I feel massive and I want more.

[sdboyo]

The prettiest pig you ever did meet

[toptierteaser]

Fatty Microchip

Imagine, fat boy...

Being unwittingly hooked to a Fatty machine.

A chubby ex-jock, dissatisfied by the layers of pudge he's accumulated onto his once-fit jock body, eagerly jiggling his way to have a microchip installed. A microchip supposedly meant to repress his appetite and encourage healthy living. Tiny cameras hidden at work, at home, in your car, to watch for any signs of fattiness…

But that's not what the microchip is for...that’s not what the cameras are watching for…not any longer, at least…

You see, each of you fatties, each of you lard asses has actually been implanted with a chip meant to CONTROL your weight, to CONTROL your appetite, your self-discipline, your motivation to exercise, your dignity...and considering the potential for the controls to so easily fall into the hands of a corrupted jock, a fit hottie with a vengeance, a muscle stud with a thing for fat boys...well, you could see how quickly the devices could become corrupted...

Now, after a few months of diet and exercise and self-control you were starting to see results. But something has changed. Something has altered. You've noticed you can't seem to be full, no matter what you do stuff yourself with! And you certainly aren't filling up on carrots (unless you count them when they’re in a cake!). No, it's cupcakes you're shoveling in, fat boy! Saucy burritos! Cartons of ice cream! Pancakes for breakfast, corn cakes for lunch, and cheesecake after dinner! Stuffed to the max every night!

What's worse, you have no motivation for exercise! You can't seem to get your lazy, larding butt up off the couch to do anything except to waddle to the fridge in search of more food! You're tubbing up, barely able to fit into your clothes! The buttons on your pants, your shirts are all getting tight! Bunching up and straining against the fat on your stomach and love handles and chest! You look like a tick about to POP, fatty!

But little do you know, as you stuff your face, bingeing as your eyes glaze over in front of the TV. Little do you know as you waddle around at work, as the guys laugh in the corner while you jiggle by, self-consciously stuffing yourself with another snack cake from the breakroom, that the men hired to watch you, to adjust your microchip when you’re feeling lazy or hungry, that they are the ones doing this to you. You had no idea that as you stuff yourself, shoveling in plate after plate at your favorite restaurant, glugging down milkshakes in front of your teasing friends, helping yourself to seconds, thirds, fourths of your buddy’s birthday cake—that behind the screens, a cluster of men are watching you, laughing their asses off as yours threatens to bust the seams of your pants!

You see, because you’ve become something of a guinea pig, fat boy. Their guinea pig. Whenever they see your appetite decrease, these workers flip a switch, dialing up your hunger, watching as you ravenously gut the fridge, cramming in whatever you can fit into your tubbing, insatiable belly! When they see the seams on your pants fighting to hold on for dear life, they press a button, sending your head into a tizzy as you immediately begin to gorge. When you go for a run, they twist your mind, making you doubt yourself, making you self-conscious. As if everyone is watching your juicy tits jiggle on your chest. As if the jocks who pass you easily on the trail can see the way your ass quivers and shakes!

And they keep feeding you, fat boy, making you feed yourself, helplessly ballooning in your own home! Crammed into briefs that will bust at any moment, mindlessly stuffing yourself! Unable to stop, to do anything but succumb, outgrow your clothes, become trapped by embarrassment as your body expands like dough! As you give whatever little control you had over to gluttony, contained and controlled and in the hands of jocks whose lone agenda is to make you thicken like a tubby butter ball. Like a fat, pathetic, remote-controlled toy!

[chubbyredhead26]

One of those days I feel like I need to be 100-200 pounds heavier immediately

[chubbychiguy]

What am I doing to myself...

[jamesr1013]

Ahh what a good dinner I just had 😋😋