brainwashed brother

Its.

No.

His.

His time had come and gone. After years of service, he had disconnected. His rebel strike had pushed him to reject the Hive.

Since then, night after night, he had sneaked in the dark alleys to deface, mock.

But no one could escape for long. He would be reclaimed, it would obey.

No thoughts, only action.

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This piggy started at a twinky 160lbs and used to exercise every day Monday-Friday for an hour. At this time he was a feeder and loved fattened guys up, but could never imagine fattening up himself.

It was a slow and small accidental gain first. And as time went on he realized that getting fatter/being bigger/taking up more space was sexy asf. It made him feel more masculine, confident, and comfortable in his skin. And nothing made him hornier than growing to max potential.

And then it began to spiral out of control as the feeders began to keep him well fed 😈🐽

Over time this piggy didn’t even realize how fat he was getting. The numbers on the scale kept rising and he was getting out of control…

Till he reached a point of no return 🐽

This piggy wants to be as big as possible you think we can push him to the max 😈🐷

I think I deserve my own brand.

Tumblr is being stupid and not letting me post my dozen glazed challenge, so here’s a clip from my pool day today instead

(we’ll see if this stays up or it gets flagged)

Yeah, he's that guy.

Shirtless, jacked, balls deep in the couch with a Trump hat on while the rest of society cries in their oat milk.

This is what peak fucking masculinity looks like: thick muscle, powerful legs, and zero tolerance for weakness. He's a man who knows who he is and where he stands.

Strong body, clear mind, and unapologetic energy. He's not toxic, he's the antidote to a generation of soft, confused, estrogen-soaked males.

Liberals, you can keep your pronouns, your feelings, and your excuses. He'll keep lifting, winning, and reminding weak men what a real one looks like.