Transformation Thursday (Patreon)

From fit rugby jock to morbidly obese gainer pig - the transformation is almost complete. I can barely recognize the lean, muscular man I once was in old photos. Now, I'm a grotesque monument to gluttony, a bloated behemoth with a gut that eclipses my waistline.

My journey began with a desire for a few extra pounds, a harmless indulgence. But it spiraled out of control, fueled by an insatiable hunger for more, more, MORE. Calories became my currency, and I spent them freely, without restraint. The gym sessions turned to messy force feeding binges, and before I knew it, my body had betrayed me, swelling into a fat, immobile mess.

I've lost all definition, all shape. My once-taut skin now hangs in folds, and my muscles have atrophied, replaced by a sea of blubber. Even my face has changed, my features obscured by a triple chin and a belly that rivals a beach ball.

I've embraced this new form, this new life as a gainer pig. The thought of being stuck, immobile, and helpless only intensifies my desire. I'm a slave to my appetite, and it's led me down a path of self-destruction that I can't turn back from. Welcome to the new me - a disgusting, morbidly obese pig, content in his own excess. Who here is looking forward to seeing how fat I can get? 🐖😈