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Listen here, Angelo, you walking lasagna disaster, first off, that shirtās not tight, itās screaming for mercy like every waiter youāve ever stiffed on a tip. You think youāre better than the mafia? Sweetie, the only thing youāve ever whacked is an all-you-can-eat buffet. Your gutās got its own zip code and your egoās bigger than your cholesterol count, which, by the way, doctors just classify as āa felonyā. Youāre not a tough guy, youāre a walking olive garden joke with less authenticity. The only thing youāre laundering is gravy stains, and the only family youāre connected to is the one at Weight Watchers wondering where they went wrong. Even the mafia wouldnāt waste a bullet on you, theyād just roll you into the river and let you float like the human meatball you are. Come back when youāve outrun a salad, you overstuffed cannoli. Until then, the only thing youāre made of is regret and marinara sweat.
Look at this guy, half man, half buffet line. You're so polished, I bet your sweat smells like cologne and regret. That gel in your hair? Only thing holding you together since your shirt buttons gave up the fight. You walk into the gym like you own the place, but letās be real, your ābulkā is 90% cheeseburgers and denial. The only thing growing here is your delusion, because youāre not jacked, youāre just stacked, like a pancake house breakfast special. And that cocky strut? Nah, thatās just the waddle of a man who forgot what his own feet look like. Keep flexing, big guy, maybe one day your muscles will catch up to your mouth, but thatās highly unlikable.
āā¦In just 2 years I completely transformed my body. The decrease in muscle Ā strength and joint flexibility is unreal. All it took was 5-7 days per week not at the gym, a significant caloric increase, drinking regularly, and a lack of sleepā¦ā
When Skinniboi entered the witness protection program he grew a mustache and added tattoos on his upper arm, upper back and belly. To complete the disguise he put on 25 pounds of belly and moob. Theyāll never find him now!
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cw // dumbification , mindbreak (?), dystopian (?) + disclaimer under the cut!!!
dumbification is one of my favorite things ever. and while it kind of goes against the whole concept, getting creative with it is part of what makes it so appealing to me.
sure, youāve got the standard sexualized goon-brain dumbification, then the offshoots of that based on whatever fetish, but what about the mundane things? hell, even the controversial things?
yes, your goal is to rot your brainā¦
so why arenāt you full sending it?
download some shitty mobile games. the ones with the bright colors and the nice sounds that require zero brain power. when playing the games or even just browsing the web, click on the ads that show you food; train your algorithm to recognize just how much of a pig you are. youāre always hungry for more. since cookies are so delicious, youāll want to accept all of them. let your algorithm decide what you eat, and youāll be eating a lot. itās too hard to decide for yourself what you want anyways, especially with how your cravings change on a dime each time youāre distracted by another ad.
podcasts and shows that make you think are so overrated. ditch the podcasts altogether, thatās only using one of your senses, anyways. the more sensory input, the more dopamine. start watching slop. let those algorithms decide what you should watch, too. theyāll generate the most perfect, mouth watering and vulgar slop for you to have on in the background while you pig out. let those bright colors seep into your brain, entertained but not engaged. the more screens the better. the more food the better. the more dopamine triggers you can engrave into your daily routine, the better. it makes you feel good, after all. thatās all that should matter to you.
who cares if your carbon footprint is more like a carbon canyon? youāre much too dependent on your greasy, overly processed food to think twice about ordering delivery, much less think once about anything. you can just crank the air conditioning up when it gets too hot. and maybe order a milkshake, or down a pint of ice cream in one go. oh, but those ads for that fast food chain look so goodā¦ youāll just have to make up for that hot deep fried junk food by eating two pints instead.
you know you want to; you donāt know any better.
disclaimer: this is purely in the realm of fantasy. we all have a duty to our planet. i do not support the use of generative AI, nor do i condone the excessive and unnecessary use of other technologies that contribute to climate change.
the fatter you get, the lazier you are, the more indulgent you get, the more depraved you get and the less you care. get off to getting worse no matter how much it impacts things. if anything the impacts themselves makes you hungry and horny
Iāve been in a relationship for a couple months now, and my boyfriend has gone up two pants sizes in those two monthsā¦ He is on the smaller side - his pant size was 28 x 30, but now itās 32 x 30 and heās complaining that theyāre starting to feel tight. His face has rounded ever so slightly, he has the smallest love handles forming, and the squishiest pooch of a tummy, just slightly hanging over the waistband of his jeans.
He doesnāt know when to say no to food. He just eats and eats, and eats, and eats, and eats some more.
We went to dinner with friends the other day and he cleaned his plateā¦ before finishing off mine and our two friends plates as well. (Imagine the portion sizes if my fat ass couldnāt finish my meal!)
Itās so incredibly hot to see, especially since I didnāt lift a fingerā¦ Heās doing it all to himself.
Here we are, 4 months later, and heās gone up another size - 34 x 30ā¦ Still eating, eating, overeating, all on his own. He canāt say no to foodā¦
Heās not working out as much, and the most recent time he went, he said he had a hard time getting through the workout he was so out of shape.
His shirts are so tight I see his love handles bellybutton through them.
5 months later, and he went up yet another size - 36 x 30ā¦ and hit a Wendyās after getting new jeans to get a Baconator meal. Large.
Heās started wearing larger, looser shirts, but Iāve noticed even his sweatpants are getting a bit snug, not fitting over his belly which has begun to hang the tiniest bitā¦ I saw it hanging out of his shirt *and* coat a few weeks ago, which was essentially the hottest thing ever.
He hasnāt done any kind of workout since the last time I posted about him, and heās eating the same, if not moreā¦ Itās like heās completely lost control all on his ownā¦ and I canāt wait for more.
(Plus heās added a few inches to my waistline, a few pounds to my scale because he insists on feeding me if he eatsā¦ Ughhhhh, Iām so lucky! ā¤ļøāš„)
Another 5 months later and I noticed he had a pair of 38 x 30 pants. He didnāt tell me about going up another size. Heās gone up 10 sizes since we met. Heās so soft now.
Heās solidly wearing XL shirts. When he lays down wearing his XL shirts, you see a little belly hanging out.
The shorts that were big on him last summer technically still fit, but the little 1.5 inch slits in the hem no longer shutā¦ Theyāre spread wide open across his fuller thighs. He canāt get the waistband over his belly. His belly and love handles hang over the waistband. The shorts that fit perfectly last summer no longer fit at all. He canāt button them.
When he wears golf shirts to work and tucks them in, you see how big his belly is. Itās really hot to think about new people being hired that donāt remember him doing push-ups when the store was slow. That all they know is this tubby guy. His super-fit boss is concerned about him because he remembers and has just seen him balloon for the past year.
I think heās stopped trying to work out. The equipment he bought gathers dust in the corner, going unused. He doesnāt even try going to the gym anymore. (He might have canceled the membership.)
He no longer makes his lunch for work - he orders out.
The other day he literally had fast food for every meal - Wendyās for breakfast (but not Wendyās breakfast), Taco Bell for lunch, and McDonaldās for dinner. Iām unsure how often that happens these daysā¦ But Iām willing to bet itās more than Iām aware of.
Having sex has gotten harder for him - he gets out of breath faster, his stamina is starting to slip, and our bellies are starting to get in the way a bitā¦ (please note that Iāve maybe gained, lost, and regained anywhere between 1-10 lbs at any given point during the entirety of our relationship, so I donāt think my tummy is the issue here even if Iām still the bigger oneā¦[for now at leastā¦])
I swear I had nothing to do with it - heās done this to himself. All I do is let him know I love him the way he is.
Itās 9 months later and I think heās still wearing his 38 x 30 pants, but now his belly definitely hangs over his waistband. A lot. Everything is bigger - his thighs, his chest, his arms, his cheeks, his back, his butt, his belly. If he were to shave his beard, Iām sure Iād see a double chin. I even see the back of his head is chubbier.
The coat that he wore earlier this year - the one his belly hung out of momentarily- no longer closes. The zipper would need a good four inches around his chest alone to have any hopes of zippingā¦ Iām guessing his belly would need at least 5. His belly sticks out a couple inches from the rest of him.
His XL shirts cling to his stomach - you see his belly button through them, you see his nipples through them, you see his love handles and belly bulging over his waistband through them. If he were to lift his arms high enough, youād see some soft, delicious belly. They ride up even more than they used to when he lays down.
Heās been drinking liquor moreā¦ not enough to become a problem, but enough to take a real toll on his waistlineā¦ He doesnāt have a night cap everyday, but Iād be willing to bet he has more than one a few nights a week.
I think his mind wanders to food first these daysā¦ We were in the car talking about stupid things teenagers do, and I asked him if he had ever done a donut (meaning the kind a teenager would do in their car), and he replied with āIāve had a donutā¦ Iād eat a donut for you.ā That was so hot, because it was completely unprompted - I maybe fed him a few donut holes one time, more than two years ago. It took everything I had not to ask if heād eat a dozen in one sitting for me. Later we napped together and I turned myself on thinking about feeding him a dozen donuts and how big he could possibly get for me if I was actually pushing any of thisā¦ while giving him belly rubs and feeling up every inch of soft, squishy goodness around his middle.
His belly has gotten even more in the way while having sexā¦ I feel it pressed against mine even when he isnāt breathing heavy, thrusting into me, trying to get off. Itās just there, making things harder for him. Itās so hot to see him struggle.
I let him know I think heās still hot. He asks for belly rubs every time I see him.
Goodnessā¦ Heās such a fatass nowā¦ š½š„µš
Itās been about 4 months since my last post and I think heās finally starting to realize that heās out of shapeā¦
For the holidays, I got him some new XL sweatpants and some dress shirts. His belly was 51 inches around when I measured him for the pants back in December - only two inches less than me. His old large sweatpants were getting very tight, and the new ones I got him are starting to get a bit snug. His belly is starting to gently strain the buttons on the new dress shirtsā¦ Not enough to get a peek between buttonholes, but enough to tell his belly has gotten bigger. His XL t-shirts have been riding up and exposing the tiniest sliver of underbellyā¦ I think he finally got himself some 42 x 30 jeans, but he hasnāt been wearing themā¦ I wonder if he outgrew them too.
It shouldnāt come as a surprise as he was eating fast food or take out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner almost every day for three months straight. The daily Big Macs, double fries, and soda will do that to youā¦ As well as the breakfast sandwiches, and burritos.
He parks his car on the street outside of his office instead of in the parking lot a block away where he used to go because āThe walk was getting long.ā
Over the past couple months, heās been breathing heavier doing simple, everyday things. Sometimes heās just sitting down, breathing so heavy it sounds like heās snoring, and I have to look over to make sure he hasnāt fallen asleep. Heās had to catch his breath for a few moments after climbing a single flight of stairs (stairs I handle everyday, breathing normally.) But what made him catch on to his declining fitness was the last time we had sexā¦ While he was thrusting, he actually worked up a sweat and huffed and puffed for 15 minutes after finishing, trying to catch his breath. Thatās what made him noticeā¦
But it wasnāt enough to stop him from getting a snack once he caught his breath and asking me for belly rubs. ššš½
I think heās going to slow down a bitā¦ but weāll have to wait and see.
For now heās still growing (not on purpose), and this has been the hottest thing to watch him do to himself.
Itās been about 5 months since my last update, and tbh, Iām not sure if heās gained anything or lost anything. He is mostly wearing 2X t-shirts now that ride-up some, but donāt expose anything. He got new shorts since the ones heās had the past two summers no longer fit over his butt.
However, when we had sex the other day, he literally tuckered himself out and didnāt finish. He was sweaty, breathing heavy, and clearly exhausted himself before giving up completely, stopping, and taking a nap. (Letās just say that wasnāt an issue for me because that display was more than enough to get me going.)
After the nap, he tried again, and with some effort, he managed to finish. Sweaty, struggling to catch his breath, but he did it.
(Is it messed up that while Iāve never actively done anything to get him this big and out of shape, I kind of want to make it even harder for him to have sex with me, not by making him bigger, but by making *my* belly even bigger, resulting in it being harder for him to get inside me?)
I love my round, soft baby.šš«š»š
He gets me going in ways he didnāt even know were possible. š„µā¤ļøāš„š„µ
Itās been about 3 months since my last update, and I definitely think he has gained. Heās still wearing 2XLs that ride up, but my confirmation is that we went to a Christmas party last night and he wore his most recently purchased suit jacket (from earlier this year, around the end of January)ā¦ It fit around his shoulders okay, but there was no way that it could reach to button across the expanse of his belly. There was a good 4 inch gap between the buttons and the button holes. They wouldnāt meet. The dress shirts he got around the same time still button (they werenāt as snug in the fitting room), but a few are strained, with the tiniest slivers of belly peeking through.
He definitely ate at partyās buffet, but I know I ate more š ā¦ They had a photo booth that we took some pictures at and I looked enormousā¦ (and Iām not that much bigger than him measurement-wise.)
Happy Holidays to you all, Iām wishing you all tasty food, lots of love, that you all reach your goals, and that you get as lucky as me in the love department! ā¤ļøšā¤ļøšā¤ļøšā¤ļø
After revolving sushi (between the two of us, we demolished 30 plates, including tempura and multiple desserts; I was painfully full walking to the car), we went back to hisā¦ and there were sexy times.
While he was on top, flat against me, I felt how his belly sort of folded over his sides a bit and could feel the hardness of his muscle maybe three inches from where his belly folded? Iām not sure this makes much sense, but the softness was APPARENT to me. I donāt think itās really been apparent to me like that before?
Also, I should mention, my mom has mentioned he needs a new coat because she saw him struggle to fit and zip it over his bellyā¦ and the seams by the pockets seem to be giving someā¦ one pocket has started to tear. (And I think suede is a difficult fabric to tear at the seams, unless itās well worn.) I saw his belly effortlessly peeking out the bottom of a work shirt that he used to be able to tuck in (but no longer can) and the fleece they gave him the other day too, and was a little feral over itā¦ š³š
I keep asking myself, how did I get so lucky? š„°š„°š„°
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