If extreme fattening was a sport? You’d be the fucking world champion. The ex-jock who swapped the field for the buffet table and somehow got *more* dedicated. Every binge is a training session, every stretch mark is a medal, every new roll is another trophy.
You used to be built like a machine — now you’re built like a goddamn hog. That gut’s your glory now, hanging heavy and swinging with every step, pushing your shirts so tight they look ready to explode. Your old gym gear? Forget it. Hoodies choke on your belly, shorts ride so far down they can barely cling on, and your warm-ups have officially tapped out.
And you don’t just ‘play’ this sport — you dominate it. You eat until you’re red-faced and sweaty, until the seams on your clothes are begging for mercy, until anyone watching is wondering how the fuck you can still keep going. While everyone else is slowing down, you’re piling on more — bigger portions, heavier plates, fatter numbers on the scale.
You’re the MVP — Most Voluminous Player — and you’re just getting started. So keep stuffing your fucking face, keep getting softer, keep making that belly heavier. This is your sport now, and you’re built to win.
Gotta keep training! Gotta keep chugging hard! 🐷 🥵 already struggling so much but champion hogs need more!! Oink oink 🐽 hog belly can’t be fat enough
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