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Zura, Georgian sumo wrestler.
Above gifs are befores. The first two are from 2016 when I first noticed him, then some gifs from 2019. The below gifs are from a recent tournament in America, 2023, so after the pandemic and all.
From about 300 to about 500 pounds (135 to 220 kg).
Not publishing his full name due to privacy policy.
(This blog is accessable through Google search, and I want to keep it this way.)
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Its hot and im sweaty and im fat and im browning some chicken off for dinner and its taking ages so my back hurts from standing and its been a while so heres a vid.
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(If you can help out, It would be massively helpful and I'd be incredibly appreciative: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/GreenRanger or https://www.amazon.com.au/hz/wishlist/ls/2UC912ZVC5VC0?ref_=wl_share if you're feeling generous!)
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Fat banquets turned into gainer contests with the sneaky trick of saying "4 men"
Also, most of my prompts are based around a core like "fat man with big belly" but it turns out, if your man is not in fact fat, but still has a big belly, you get lots and lots of mpreg. I do hope this knowledge doesn't make it into the wrong hands.
(try "concerned about his belly" "with friend examining his belly" and possibly "trying to adjust his belt" "trying to button his trousers" for some belly interactions. Maybe even "stomach ache" or something. Rubbing, poking and patting CAN work but if the prompt breaks I usually get rid of them first)
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2023 was a bigger year than I thought…
But let’s make 2024 my biggest yet 😜 Jan ‘23 -> Dec ‘23
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More more more!
Thanks to maxmorphs over the years
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A Christmas Feast, dinner for one…
In a grand, opulently decorated dining room, an all-you-can-eat Christmas feast buffet is laid out, intended solely for one very hungry, imposing, man with a huge and heavy belly. The table is a cornucopia of festive delights, centered around a colossal slab of extra fatty pork belly. This magnificent piece of meat, rich with marbling, sits regally under the soft glow of chandelier lights, its succulent layers of fat glistening, promising a symphony of flavors.
Jenny, his wife and feedress, attentive and efficient, navigates the buffet, her mission to serve John, her husband and gluttonous feedee the best of the feast. She starts by carefully slicing into the pork belly, the knife gliding through the tender, fatty layers, releasing a rich, aromatic scent that fills the room. Each slice she places on the plate is thick and indulgent, a testament to her honey bears’s hearty appetite.
Beside the pork belly, there's an array of other luxurious dishes. Golden-roasted potatoes, their exteriors crisp and shimmering with a hint of rosemary and olive oil, are scooped generously onto the plate. She adds a serving of honey-glazed ham, its edges caramelized to perfection, and a spoonful of rich, creamy mashed potatoes, topped with a dollop of butter melting into a golden pool.
She doesn't overlook the colorful array of vegetables - glazed carrots, green beans almondine, and roasted Brussels sprouts, each adding a touch of color and balance to the lavish plate. For a hint of sweetness, she selects a few slices of spiced baked apples, their edges tinged with cinnamon and brown sugar.
As she returns to her Hubby with the plate, the air is heavy with the sumptuous aromas of the feast. His eyes light up in anticipation, his appetite whetted by the sight and smell of the mouth-watering spread before him. The dining room is quiet except for the soft clink of cutlery and the occasional contented sigh, as he begins to savor each bite of the decadent Christmas fare, each mouthful a celebration of the season's richness and abundance. She stands by, ready to return to the buffet and gather the next round of culinary delights, ensuring that her husband’s Christmas feast is as endless and satisfying as his appetite.
As the grand Christmas feast continues, the very hungry glutton John delves into plate after plate of the lavish spread, each dish a testament to the season's culinary richness. With every bite, he indulges in the flavors and textures, from the juicy pork belly to the sweet, caramelized vegetables. She as his feedress, diligent in her role, continues to bring a parade of dishes, ensuring a constant supply of delectable choices.
As John indulges in his feast, the effects of his hearty appetite become increasingly evident. The buttons on his shirt, strained by the expanding circumference of his belly, begin to give way. One by one, they pop off, the sound almost lost amidst the clatter of cutlery and the man's contented murmurs. His huge belly, now unfettered, spills out onto his lap, a symbol of his unrestrained enjoyment of the feast.
Yet, undeterred by this, John continues his culinary journey. His enthusiasm for the food remains undiminished, his eyes gleaming with pleasure at each new plate his wife sets before him. The dining room, opulent and warm, resonates with the sense of indulgence and satisfaction. The table still groans under the weight of the feast – roasted meats, savory sides, and sweet confections, all waiting to be savored.
She watches on, a mixture of awe and dedication in her eyes. She moves gracefully, ensuring that her fatty's plate is never empty, her service seamless and silent. John, engrossed in the flavors and the joy of the feast, continues to eat, each mouthful an affirmation of the holiday's generosity and spirit. The scene is one of lavish indulgence, a singular celebration of appetite and the joys of the Christmas season.
As the feast progresses, the atmosphere in the room grows increasingly intense. Her feedee, utterly captivated by the irresistible flavors of the food, continues his gastronomic indulgence. Plate after plate, the rich dishes seem to weave a spell over him, each bite more tempting than the last. The succulent pork belly, the crispy roast potatoes, the sweetly glazed vegetables – every morsel is a delight to his senses.
However, as he eats, the physical toll becomes evident. He starts to gasp for air, his breathing labored under the sheer volume of his consumption. His belly, already spilling over his lap, continues to expand, a testament to the sumptuousness and quantity of the meal. Despite the growing discomfort, John finds himself unable to stop eating; the food is simply too delicious, too enticing and he is such a glutton.
Then comes the dessert – a majestic 10-layer chocolate cake, each layer more decadent than the last, accompanied by a bowl of sweet, rich cream. The cake, with its moist sponge and thick, velvety chocolate frosting, beckons irresistibly. Jenny, ever attentive, serves him a generous slice, along with a dollop of the cream, adding yet another level of indulgence to the feast.
As he takes his first bite of the cake, his eyes close in bliss. The chocolate is rich and intense, melting in his mouth with a burst of flavor. But with each bite, his belly grows larger, the force of gravity pulling it further down. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, his belly begins to flow over the edge of the chair, inching towards the floor. John is so immersed in the joy of eating that he barely notices as his belly touches the ground, spreading out before him like a lavish, living testament to his feast.
The room is filled with the sounds of his continued feasting - the soft sound of the fork against the plate, his labored breaths, and the gentle rustle of his wife and enabler moving to bring more food. The scene is one of extraordinary indulgence, a man completely surrendered to the pleasures of the table, his surroundings a blur of festive lights and colors, all fading into the background behind the exquisite flavors of the Christmas feast.
The feast reaches an extraordinary climax as John, now significantly enlarged from his continuous indulgence, finds himself unable to reach the bountiful spread on the table. His size, a testament to the lavishness of the meal and his unbridled appetite, presents a new challenge. Unwilling to pause his gastronomic journey, he commands Jenny to feed him, a request she dutifully obliges.
With a sense of dedication, Jenny begins to serve him the desserts – each sweet more enticing than the last. She carefully feeds him slices of the rich chocolate cake, followed by spoonfuls of velvety ice cream, each flavor a symphony in itself. Delicacies like creamy pastries, fruit tarts, and chocolate truffles follow, each bite a continuation of the feast's decadent narrative.
However, as John's girth expands further, a new obstacle arises. Jenny finds it increasingly difficult to navigate around his vast belly, which now acts as a formidable barrier. Each time she offers a spoonful of dessert or a piece of cake, she has to stretch and lean over his expansive midsection, her task growing more challenging by the moment. Yet, her commitment never falters, and she continues to feed him, her movements graceful and efficient despite the difficulties.
John, for his part, waits eagerly for each morsel, his eyes reflecting a mixture of delight and insatiable greed. His belly, a vast expanse, ripples slightly with each breath, its enormity a striking feature in the grand dining room. The scene is one of opulent excess, where the boundaries of appetite and capacity are pushed to their limits, underscored by Jenny's unwavering service and the relentless allure of the Christmas feast.
Merry Gluttony!
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Coach knows exactly how to reward his player after a big meal 🤤
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2 years and your so fat what’s the secret
2,000 calorie Pre-Bedtime Shakes
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I’ve been drinking your shake (which is really good, btw) for 5 days now and noticing a little bigger belly but no jiggle/softness…yet. Do you remember if your softness/jiggle took a little time to “emerge” or did you feel it right away? Really curious about that. I hope my weight gain is soft and not like a basketball. Is that making sense??
Keep at it. 5 days is just the beginning. Everyone's shape is different.
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