Embracing my fat queer bubba era while running errands today in this heavily inspired look.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA fat fucking chance, you shithead snake oil salesman. This just makes me want to double down on getting fatter.

Seeing myself get fatter is exhilarating and empowering and engulfing - I can't think about anything else. I will get back to my heaviest weight by my 40th birthday in June. I have 120 more lbs to go. Then, on to 600. I'm going to get so much fatter. I can't wait.

1 1/2 cup half and half, 1 cup heavy cream, 12 oz evaporated milk, 14 oz coconut milk, 1 cup peanut butter, 1 large avocado, 3/4 cup ground oats, 4 scoops vanilla whey protein powder, 2 tbsp vegetable oil, 4 tbsp chocolate syrup, and Ice, blended What I had before bed last night

I have a white paper deadline tomorrow but I'm saddled with gainer brain and only feel like ogling fat guys and eating

Hmm. Shirt's not staying tucked in like it did last week. It's an old shirt so it couldn't have shrunk in the wash...

This fat fuck, I guess

I mean, what kind of fat fuck chugs an entire half gallon of cream

This time, I told myself I wouldn't chug the entire carton of half n half before bed

I love being fat and getting fatter more than anything in the world. That's only become more clear to me since I started gaining again. But this hyperhidrosis is testing the fuck outta me.

Board meetings mean free catered lunch. I could eat at least 50 more of these dessert cups.

Always enjoy Friday nights with my pals

FUCKING INSTAGRAM. UGH.

It's true

Somebody come save me from this asinine training

I think I know what I'm cooking for this weekend's gainer meal. Beans, beans, the magical fruit - the more you eat, the more you toot. Beans, beans, they're good for your heart - the more you eat, the more you fart. Beans, mashed, and mixed in with lard - the more you eat, the fatter you are.

Made Poutine-for-Four for myself for lunch

POV: Your boss walks up to your desk to see if you've submitted the expense report for the dozen donuts he bought himself for breakfast

I can still button this jacket...for now. I wish I had some help outgrowing it again.

I've recently discovered the slobbish bliss of stewing in my own piss and shit. Now if only somebody was feeding me.

If it weren't for sporadic work conferences, I'd never leave my city