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The Story of the Personal Trainer

There once was a father who loved his son very much. The father had great ambitions for his son that he should settle down one day with the woman of his dreams. The son, the father believed, would then have honour and a family of his own.   

Until one day, a prostitute of comely figure and beautiful appearance showed up near his father’s palace. In secret, the son’s father had commanded her to seduce his son in a test of loyalty to him as father. The son himself had sought not to attract any more attention than necessary, already with a fear of women from the overbearing mother of his. He then, of course, greatly anticipated and fended off all manner of seductions the prostitute used to induce him into her keeping. While it pleased his father enough to let his son stay and have prestige in his palace­­­—the son all the while harboured a loathing of his newfound position as the cautious one.

The son then developed a strategy in order to maintain his place as loyal son but with another means for his own protection waiting in the wings. He knew to exploit his father enough that he should not obey another word of advice that was passed onto him. The son discovered that, in order to be left alone from all the hankering women that caused his anxiety to rise, he needed to become fairly incompatible with most people’s standards of attractiveness and, as revenge, therefore needed to be fat and ugly.    

After a while, the father's son turned into a glutton. Then a new scheme was developed by his father—in desperate search for answers to those concerns over his unmarried son with his positively foolish appetite for overeating, the son as sloth and his heavy weight. The father called a personal trainer into the palace, a man that was handsome, toned and whose energy was nearly unlimited. The trainer took pity on the son who seemed not ever in need to develop muscle, which hung off his limbs as useless as his mode of being was to those around him. To the trainer, the son’s appearance seemed as one whose energy levels were as rock bottom as they could be, skin that was pale and not used to much sunlight and with a grouchy look of anger to all that he met. In contrast, the personal trainer had his fitness that seemed too astonishing to mention next to the son and his poor physique.

In the end, the son quickly became bored of the ways of the personal trainer—who had tried his hardest to make the son look like his bodybuilding self—and decided to summon the man out of his father’s palace, instead choosing to eat more than he deserved to and lead the life of his dreams as the spoilt son.  

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About my big guy fetish…

A group of young guys—that are into men that become overweight gluttons—is tested by said material presented to them and therefore all participants become aroused and erect: while some decide to continue with their lustful ways, others see the errors of their ways and leave them behind.

Hello, to friends old and new. I have been active on and off here for many years. I used to go under different usernames before “thiccctwinks” stuck (before I heard of “twunk”), and I am grateful for my fair level of success. Now I may not be the most out there person but this time shall be an exception. I’m a 26-year old man and have had attractions to big guys as far back as I can remember. This site has given me a great deal of pleasure over the years and I seriously hope my blog goes some way in helping other men with their sense of identity. However, I’ve had many informal conversations with men who, from time to time, have not felt at ease here and that struggled with their urges. I, too, have this feeling and, over the course of the years, have developed a respect for them. Lately, I started to practise certain kinds of therapy to help improve myself and have also written something I found useful to that effect. So, if I didn’t get the chance to talk with you, I would like to direct you to the story below for you to understand what all this means from my perspective.

Best of luck- thiccctwinks xx

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About my big guy fetish…

A group of young guys—that are into men that become overweight gluttons—is tested by said material presented to them and therefore all participants become aroused and erect: while some decide to continue with their lustful ways, others see the errors of their ways and leave them behind.

Hello, to friends old and new. I have been active on and off here for many years. I used to go under different usernames before “thiccctwinks” stuck (before I heard of “twunk”), and I am grateful for my fair level of success. Now I may not be the most out there person but this time shall be an exception. I’m a 26-year old man and have had attractions to big guys as far back as I can remember. This site has given me a great deal of pleasure over the years and I seriously hope my blog goes some way in helping other men with their sense of identity. However, I’ve had many informal conversations with men who, from time to time, have not felt at ease here and that struggled with their urges. I, too, have this feeling and, over the course of the years, have developed a respect for them. Lately, I started to practise certain kinds of therapy to help improve myself and have also written something I found useful to that effect. So, if I didn’t get the chance to talk with you, I would like to direct you to the story below for you to understand what all this means from my perspective.

Best of luck- thiccctwinks xx

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About my big guy fetish…

A group of young guys—that are into men that become overweight gluttons—is tested by said material presented to them and therefore all participants become aroused and erect: while some decide to continue with their lustful ways, others see the errors of their ways and leave them behind.

Hello, to friends old and new. I have been active on and off here for many years. I used to go under different usernames before “thiccctwinks” stuck (before I heard of “twunk”), and I am grateful for my fair level of success. Now I may not be the most out there person but this time shall be an exception. I’m a 26-year old man and have had attractions to big guys as far back as I can remember. This site has given me a great deal of pleasure over the years and I seriously hope my blog goes some way in helping other men with their sense of identity. However, I’ve had many informal conversations with men who, from time to time, have not felt at ease here and that struggled with their urges. I, too, have this feeling and, over the course of the years, have developed a respect for them. Lately, I started to practise certain kinds of therapy to help improve myself and have also written something I found useful to that effect. So, if I didn’t get the chance to talk with you, I would like to direct you to the story below for you to understand what all this means from my perspective.

Best of luck- thiccctwinks xx

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Does anyone have the AI fat-making technology… hmu!

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Dear followers. Are you gainer that got fat but wants to slim down and better yourself… Then consider reading this post of mine—if you decide to go along with what I’ve written and transform yourself then you will win my respect:

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About my big guy fetish…

A group of young guys—that are into men that become overweight gluttons—is tested by said material presented to them and therefore all participants become aroused and erect: while some decide to continue with their lustful ways, others see the errors of their ways and leave them behind.

Hello, to friends old and new. I have been active on and off here for many years. I used to go under different usernames before “thiccctwinks” stuck (before I heard of “twunk”), and I am grateful for my fair level of success. Now I may not be the most out there person but this time shall be an exception. I’m a 26-year old man and have had attractions to big guys as far back as I can remember. This site has given me a great deal of pleasure over the years and I seriously hope my blog goes some way in helping other men with their sense of identity. However, I’ve had many informal conversations with men who, from time to time, have not felt at ease here and that struggled with their urges. I, too, have this feeling and, over the course of the years, have developed a respect for them. Lately, I started to practise certain kinds of therapy to help improve myself and have also written something I found useful to that effect. So, if I didn’t get the chance to talk with you, I would like to direct you to the story below for you to understand what all this means from my perspective.

Best of luck- thiccctwinks xx

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I am a self confessed gainer… and this story is my life!

The Story of the Personal Trainer

There once was a father who loved his son very much. The father had great ambitions for his son that he should settle down one day with the woman of his dreams. The son, the father believed, would then have honour and a family of his own.   

Until one day, a prostitute of comely figure and beautiful appearance showed up near his father’s palace. In secret, the son’s father had commanded her to seduce his son in a test of loyalty to him as father. The son himself had sought not to attract any more attention than necessary, already with a fear of women from the overbearing mother of his. He then, of course, greatly anticipated and fended off all manner of seductions the prostitute used to induce him into her keeping. While it pleased his father enough to let his son stay and have prestige in his palace­­­—the son all the while harboured a loathing of his newfound position as the cautious one.

The son then developed a strategy in order to maintain his place as loyal son but with another means for his own protection waiting in the wings. He knew to exploit his father enough that he should not obey another word of advice that was passed onto him. The son discovered that, in order to be left alone from all the hankering women that caused his anxiety to rise, he needed to become fairly incompatible with most people’s standards of attractiveness and, as revenge, therefore needed to be fat and ugly.    

After a while, the father's son turned into a glutton. Then a new scheme was developed by his father, in desperate search for answers to those concerns over his unmarried son with his positively foolish appetite for overeating, the son as sloth and his heavy weight. The father called a personal trainer into the palace, a man that was handsome, toned and whose energy was nearly unlimited. The trainer took pity on the son who seemed not ever in need to develop muscle, which hung off his limbs as useless as his mode of being was to those around him. To the trainer, the son’s appearance seemed as one whose energy levels were as rock bottom as they could be, skin that was pale and not used to much sunlight and with a grouchy look of anger to all that he met. In contrast, the personal trainer had his fitness that seemed too astonishing to mention next to the son and his poor physique.

In the end, the son quickly became bored of the ways of the personal trainer—who had tried his hardest to make the son look like his bodybuilding self—and decided to summon the man out of his father’s palace, instead choosing to eat more than he deserved to and lead the life of his dreams as the spoilt son.  

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The Story of the Personal Trainer

There once was a father who loved his son very much. The father had great ambitions for his son that he should settle down one day with the woman of his dreams. The son, the father believed, would then have honour and a family of his own.   

Until one day, a prostitute of comely figure and beautiful appearance showed up near his father’s palace. In secret, the son’s father had commanded her to seduce his son in a test of loyalty to him as father. The son himself had sought not to attract any more attention than necessary, already with a fear of women from the overbearing mother of his. He then, of course, greatly anticipated and fended off all manner of seductions the prostitute used to induce him into her keeping. While it pleased his father enough to let his son stay and have prestige in his palace­­­—the son all the while harboured a loathing of his newfound position as the cautious one.

The son then developed a strategy in order to maintain his place as loyal son but with another means for his own protection waiting in the wings. He knew to exploit his father enough that he should not obey another word of advice that was passed onto him. The son discovered that, in order to be left alone from all the hankering women that caused his anxiety to rise, he needed to become fairly incompatible with most people’s standards of attractiveness and, as revenge, therefore needed to be fat and ugly.    

After a while, the father's son turned into a glutton. Then a new scheme was developed by his father—in desperate search for answers to those concerns over his unmarried son with his positively foolish appetite for overeating, the son as sloth and his heavy weight. The father called a personal trainer into the palace, a man that was handsome, toned and whose energy was nearly unlimited. The trainer took pity on the son who seemed not ever in need to develop muscle, which hung off his limbs as useless as his mode of being was to those around him. To the trainer, the son’s appearance seemed as one whose energy levels were as rock bottom as they could be, skin that was pale and not used to much sunlight and with a grouchy look of anger to all that he met. In contrast, the personal trainer had his fitness that seemed too astonishing to mention next to the son and his poor physique.

In the end, the son quickly became bored of the ways of the personal trainer—who had tried his hardest to make the son look like his bodybuilding self—and decided to summon the man out of his father’s palace, instead choosing to eat more than he deserved to and lead the life of his dreams as the spoilt son.  

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This heavy cream is getting to me but I want to get bigger #gaining weight on purpose #skinnyfat #beginer belly #no more abs

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Fuck yeah, Aidan Faminoff!

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Pls tag me onto old lucydonaghan posts when you see ‘em

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Before and After

Once upon a time, in a realm of digital deception, there lived a man named Daniel. Daniel had journeyed through the labyrinthine corridors of life as a once-portly soul, imprisoned within his own corporeal fortress. His path was paved with the heavy footprints of insecurity, and his heart ached for a transformation that seemed as elusive as a flickering mirage.

In the ethereal expanse of the internet, where illusions masqueraded as reality, Daniel stumbled upon the enigmatic figure of Maximus Fleximus. Maximus was the embodiment of Daniel's dreams, a fitness virtuoso whose sculpted form graced Instagram, captivating the masses. The 'before' and 'after' photos shared by Maximus were like beacon lights in the abyss, promising hope and change.

With trepidation coursing through his veins, Daniel embarked on a quest to seek out the mythical Maximus Fleximus. He yearned to unlock the secrets of his transformation, to glean wisdom from the one who had conquered the realm of weight loss and emerged victorious. The anticipation of meeting his virtual idol twisted Daniel's stomach into knots as he prepared to confront his insecurities head-on.

Upon their meeting, Maximus Fleximus greeted Daniel with a warm smile that concealed a hidden truth. Beneath the veneer of confidence, there was a bulging secret that Daniel could not have anticipated. As they exchanged pleasantries, Daniel's keen eyes detected a discrepancy between the man before him and the digitally immortalized figure.

Maximus had once been a rotund man himself, but the 'after' portrayed on social media bore little resemblance to reality. The bulging muscles had deflated into flabby folds, and the chiseled jawline was now obscured by layers of fat. Daniel's heart sank as he realized that Maximus had perpetuated a web of deceit, a facade of fitness crafted through photo manipulation and selective angles.

Bitter disappointment welled up within Daniel, not for Maximus's transformation, but for the betrayal of trust. The lessons he had hoped to learn from his fitness guru lay in ruins, crushed beneath the weight of deception. Maximus, now an obese man attempting to hide his own vulnerabilities, had misled not only Daniel but countless others seeking inspiration.

In the end, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows on their uncomfortable encounter, Daniel discovered a different kind of inspiration. He realized that true transformation wasn't about the superficial facade of 'before' and 'after' photos. It was about inner strength, honesty, and the resilience to confront one's own weaknesses.

As he left Maximus Fleximus behind, Daniel carried with him a new understanding, one born from the ashes of shattered illusions. He was determined to embark on his own journey of self-improvement, not defined by digitally altered images but by the authenticity of his own efforts. In this tale of unmasking, Daniel found that the pursuit of true change began with an unwavering commitment to honesty and self-acceptance.

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Are you want to start gain but unsure how? In college or about to attend. Here’s me, your expert. Hmu

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