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Look at this perfect fatso absolutely bursting out of that skintight sweater with his sagging tits and that massive pugy paunch, folding into an uncountable amount of fat rolls when he sits down on his lazy fat ass, like he mostly does these days. I don't know why he thought this was a nice fit, but it's really showing off what an absolute pudgy porker this former heartthrob still is. People kept asking if the girl that was with him is his girlfriend, but come on... Why would she ever want to be with such a greedy piggy, who's letting himself go that much. I love how the snug sweater is also highlighting how deep and broad that belly button of him got, because of all his excess lard there. Just a few extra pounds and the fabric will rip apart.

It’s embarrassing, chubbs! You thought that snug shirt with those vertical stripes would help you hiding all the weight you gained since you graduated, but it’s getting far too big and round to be hided now, fatty. ‘Prince Charming’ is rapidly turning into ‘Prince Piggy Farming’ instead and I don’t think the princesses will like a bulging prince like you. He’s gonna be upgraded to the king of the buffet soon.

Some older footage of perfect porker George. Most of them are from when he was almost at his fattest around February 2025, when he still had a girlfriend and gained even more relationship weight, after he already got fat in college before. We even see a little belly peak there. The last picture is from May 2024, not long after he blew up into the massive fatso he is today. This guy's blow-up is insane! Imagine what the future will bring for this greedy piggy.

down the hatch

I am enjoying this way too much!

Let’s see how much further this appetite can take me 🍟🍔

I’m kinda digging the plump shaven look

A year apart comparison

Another one for good measure ;) and trying on these shorts for the first time since... it may not look it but they have gotten TIGHT

Tried out a lil slo-mo, lemme know what you think ;)

College hit someone hard

What a year of college did to a mutual friend

His girlfriend writes in the comments: “It’s actually not that bad.” Maybe not if you like fat guys, but it’s not normal how much this tubster gorges on that food. The guy himself writes in the comments that it’s ‘bulking season’. Yeah, and it looks like you’re already bulking since you were born, fatso.

is syrian food really this fattening?

these pants used to fit me perfectly like a month ago

"After the relationship weight went too far." No shit, chubbs, you really think it went a bit too far? I thought it was normal for a guy in a relationship to double his weight and become incredibly squishy all over his flabby body. Well, at least you've grown from a boy into a man, fatty, and quite the big one. You can tell whatever you want, but you're not a size L anymore, mate. Those squishy titties and that pudgy paunch make you at least a size XL, fatso. Also take a look at his massive bubbly ass and big love handles when he's walking his dog in the forest. This chubster's destined to get obese, mark my words!

Look at this fucking pig, the only person on this beach who’s actually implementing the ‘all-inclusive’ part of the package by trying to consume the entire resort's inventory by weight. You’re not on a vacation, you’re on a conquest. You’re treating the buffet like a competitive sport, and based on the way your swimming trunks are screaming for mercy, you’re winning. Those trunks aren't even clothing anymore, they’re just a fabric tourniquet trying to hold back a landslide of lard. And please, stop trying to ‘discreetly’ cover yourself with those snug swimming trunks. You aren’t hiding anything, you’re just giving us a preview of the landslide. Every time you breathe, your love handles droop so low they’re practically greeting the sand. You’ve got so much jiggle going on that if you tripped, you’d probably bounce all the way back to the airport without needing a shuttle. Look at those flabby mantits. They aren't just squishy, they have their own zip code. They’re swaying in the breeze like two pale, doughy pendulums marking the time until your next sugar crash. Your chest is basically a soft-serve machine made of disappointment and saturated fats. You’re sitting there slamming milkshakes, cocktails, and beer like you’re trying to hydrate a drought-stricken continent, but let's be real, the only thing ‘all-inclusive’ about this trip is the way your pudgy paunch includes everyone within a five-foot radius in its orbit. You aren't a tourist, you're a biological hazard. By the time you check out, the hotel is going to have to charge you a 'structural integrity fee' for the reinforced chairs you've spent the week flattening. Even your fancy shirt isn't able to hide that bulging paunch of yours, fatso. Maybe you have to search for your dignity again somewhere between your squishy fat rolls.