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/MLG/ Muh Laygs General

>Only got me one lil' eggroll?
>I got you two.
>Oh

What did he mean by that?

>I cheated a little bit

It was bittersweet because he definitely wanted two but was also reminded that he will always be too fat to ever walk again.
He has given up on life.

>I just gotta workout a little harder

If you had a Death Note, would you write James' name down?

I know that laser surgery permanently burns away fat cells but he's got so many I don't think it matters. Why not shave 100 pounds off and give him a head start.

>skin on his face looks good
>hair is clean
>hardly any stretchmarks

how is this shit even possible?

>tfw you started fat kino threads
>there are now 3 on the first page

>tfw too intelligent to not gain 158 pounds

They should have brought Penny in to tell him to get his poop in a group.

Just his enablers so he's stuck in his bed until he starves himself thin

Would it really work like that? He could just survive solely off his own fat and just get thinner and thinner without dying from a lack of nutrients first or something?

that's what he meant by starving himself thin

I think the stress of not satisfying his addiction and being alone would give him a heart attack though

...

I know it keeps getting said. But, I don't understand it. Just. stop. eating. You don't even HAVE to work out. Just force him to eat 1 normal meal a day, he is so big that this alone would lose him 200 pounds in just a few months. fuck.

Then he'll go into starvation mode and gain more weight. It's better not to risk it and just keep eating

They're obviously applying makeup on these people...

There comes a point where you just aren't human anymore. Jesus.

New season of GoT looks like shit.

Just a taste, james," you say as he continues slurping down his gravy. "We both need our breakfast, correct?" Faintly nodding his approval, you get eye level with the yellowed crust flake on his toe. "An appetizer," you say. James eyes light up and he inquires, "where?" Ignoring him, you slide the tip of your tongue up the edge of the flake - a small piece breaks off and becomes soggy. Swallowing it, you tilt your head to the left and align your bottom teeth under the crust, moving slightly forward and shaving off the whole piece. "Mm," James grunts as the flake slides into your mouth, the oniony piece turning spongy. You swallow, but with an audible gulp - as large as it is, it didn't go down easy. "Now for the main course," you say wryly. James' beady eyes dart all over the room past his plate of gravy, looking for a fuller meal. Holding your nose up to the fold of his legs you take a deep smell all the way into your core. Cheese, mayonnaise and the smell of full rot enter your lungs. You gag, but you will not be denied your feast. Taking one of the leg pustules into your mouth, you bite down hard - thick, yellow pus shoots into your throat and strikes your uvula. With the taste of pure rot, your gag helps the half mouthful of disease get down your throat and into your stomach. This feels wonderful, as you haven't eaten in a full day. Finally you pull apart the crux of his legs to reveal half an inch of incredibly thick paste lining the folds. "Laygs" was yelped from the corpulent James, but you barely notice. Sliding a finger across the goop, you happily place your now heavier finger into your mouth and suckle the sour paste down. No longer can you help it and you go hog wild, drinking mouthfuls of what used to be skin and fat down your hungry throat. Stomach full and picking your teeth of bits of stringy flesh, you kiss James deeply through the remnants of sausage and gravy lining his lips. Falling asleep on his huge fatpad, stomach full, well, today was bliss

>litterally cucks a stranger into raising his kids while he went fishing and bangs his wife
>wife and kids now feed him at his bed every moment whatever he wants
>neet life
>still gets dicked sucked by a woman regulary

this man is a legend.

>You wanna workout now?
>Nah, I'm good