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There is nothing sexier than a man who lost control of his weight and reaching the edge of mobility. You know you've succeeded in life when you've become so engorged with lard that you're forced to spread your legs during your pathetic "waddle".

Men who overfeed themselves to severe obesity until they can barely stand up are the peak of human beauty and should be glorified as such. It should be the beauty standard for everyone to be incapable of putting clothes on because of your inhumane size.

Norms should reflect our growing epidemic of crippling obesity, influencing young adults to become more obese than ever.

As such, all men should have a belly hanging to their knees by their mid twenties. It should be expected for their legs to be incapable of bending by their thirties. Severe Immobility should be the norm for all men by their mid thirties.

So overfeed yourself, show the world how obese you can be. Become the definition of "overfed".

So, we all know there's an obesity crisis right now. People are getting fatter and fatter, with no end in sight. Let's not detract from what you've done to yourself though. You're massive. You've forged yourself into an exclusive club: one of the fattest people alive today.

Think about it: the average American woman weighs 170lbs. Globally, the average is more like 149lbs.

In the USA, if you weigh 300lbs you're still amongst the top 2% heaviest people in the country.

Another 10lbs on top of that? Congratulations, you're now one of the top 1% most obese people in the US.

By the time you reach 400lbs you're in the top 0.1%. Not just in America. Globally. There are whole COUNTRIES where the isn't a single person as fat as you.

Once you hit a quarter of a tonne the statistical information just breaks down. You're not just obese. You're an "extreme statistical outlier": the top 0.01% fattest people on Earth. There are probably only around 807,000 at your weight on the entire planet. With every few pounds gained beyond that the drop off is exponential.

600lbs? There's probably less than 100,000 people in the world at your size, and by 700lbs, you're sharing an accolade achieved by just a few thousand people.

I am really really fat. And when I die I will still be really really fat, even fatter than I am now. And no matter how I die it will be blamed on my size. People will say it was my own fault. That I was too greedy, too lazy, too weak and too gluttonous. Killed by my own lack of self control and refusal to conform. Someone is going to write “complications of extreme obesity” on my death certificate.

It won’t matter if I die from a heart attack with a triple cheese burger in my mouth, or if I get hit by a bus, or killed in a mass shooting. They’ll say if I wasn’t so fat and slow I could have dodged that bus. Or if I wasn’t such a hopeless food addict that I wouldn’t have made such a big convenient target for the shooter to fill with bullets.

I love being fat. And I really enjoy getting fatter. It’s what has always felt right to me and the fatter I get the more right it feels. Nothing is going to change that. It’s a core unchangeable part of who I am. And at my size I will never ever not be fat.

I got an ask today that I thought was worth sharing for anyone else on a similar path:

“Not looking for anything other than inspiration and advice. 6'2 and 290–295 lbs. Think our belly shape is the same but would love to know your thoughts? Also be keen to hear about your gain advice and lessons learned along the way?”

But I thought this would be a good opportunity to share some thoughts from my perspective as a mostly self-feeding, self-gaining man — someone who genuinely wants to get fatter for himself, not for anybody else.

If what I do also pleases others, that’s absolutely fine. I enjoy the attention, and I do appreciate the encouragement I receive through this. But at the core of it, this is still something I’m doing because I want this body for myself.

Honestly, yes — from what I can tell, I think our belly shape is or was actually quite similar. You really remind me a bit of where I was at a leaner stage, so I can definitely picture how your body might respond if you keep going.

And that brings me to the biggest thing I’ve learned:

Don’t just focus on getting heavier, focus on how you’re getting heavier.

A lot of people think gaining is just about stuffing yourself as hard as possible, but in my experience that usually just creates unnecessary stress, bloating, inflammation, and a kind of weight gain that doesn’t always build the body you actually want.

What worked best for me over time was:

consistency over force

calorie density over sheer volume

patience over chaos

A body gets truly soft, round, and heavy by being fed steadily and persistently, not just by going wild for a few days.

Time matters more than people think.

Some of the best changes don’t happen because the scale suddenly jumps. They happen because your body slowly starts to shift.

That’s how you get:

softer fat

a lower-hanging belly

more visible bulk

less temporary gain and more settled gain

That kind of change takes time.

Another big lesson: stop fighting your appetite.

Once you stop resisting your appetite and let your body enjoy hunger being answered and fullness being maintained, gaining tends to become much easier. Not because it’s effortless, but because you’re finally working with your body instead of against it.

And at 6'2 and nearly 300 lbs, you’re honestly at a really interesting point already. That’s a size where the body can still change a lot visually if you keep feeding into it consistently.

So if this is something you genuinely want, there is definitely still a lot of room for you to grow into it.

And for anyone else reading this:

Often the body you want isn’t built by rushing.

When His Presence Takes Over

You knew exactly what you were doing when you showed me that belly.

No rush.

No hiding.

Just weight, presence, confidence.

I don’t fall to my knees because I’m weak.

I do it because your body demands it.

That belly doesn’t ask for attention..it takes it.

It fills the frame.

It fills the room.

It fills my thoughts until there’s nothing else left.

I look at you and I don’t see excess.

I see power.

I see comfort.

I see a man who knows he deserves to be admired slowly.

You stay still.

You let me look.

You let me feel small in front of something bigger than me.

Good.

I like how grounded you are.

How heavy.

How unapologetic.

You make it easy for me to obey my instincts.

Stay like that.

Let me kneel.

Let me admire what you carry so confidently.

You don’t need to move.

You don’t need to prove anything.

Your body already says enough.

And I’ll stay right here,

i am so so sorry to hear it!!!!! you are definitely not alone!! i have met nearly a dozen other feedees who had some sort of chronic issues after too much Boost VHC and have heard from several others who had similar experiences with gainer/protein powder.