Do your bit for the planet and buy t-shirts from Vinted to show just how enormous you are. linktr.ee/eddiephantom90

I do occasionally get the urge for an impromptu photo shoot in some of my tightest clothes. Linktr.ee/eddiephantom90

Nine seconds of fun. linktr.ee/eddiephantom90

Here’s a picture to entice you in. Now here’s a link where you can find my other profiles and whatnot: linktr.ee/eddiephantom90

This looks good, but know this: I am on my tippy toes to reach the sink.

Birthday bigness.

Can a person really change that much in 10 years?

Holy tits, Fatman!

Here’s a few recent pictures. I am surviving the relentless UK heat, more or less, but not without some difficulty.

Toronto has treated me so fine. Although my teeth aren’t happy with the amount of sugar in everything. Lord above.

A hotel bathroom mirror is always helpful for showing you just how big you are.

While you’re enjoying the implausible resurrection festival this weekend, remember that Easter eggs aren’t the only round things you should be hunting for. And yes, the lighting is terrible.

I think the ready availability of slow-mo video capture is one of the true marvels of the 21st Century.

See if you can spot anything interesting about this particular photo…

I have shrunk a teensy bit since the previous picture. I ain’t exactly mad about this. I’m feeing good for having been a bit more active and not eating as much junk. Still like being big though.

Freshly showered and feeling slightly less drained by man flu. Here’s a pic from when I was feeling better.

From last night. I was full of the most amazing chips.

Plump. That’s the word.

Merry Christmas from this particular fatman.

I ate a lot before taking these pictures, hence I look particularly round. Then I ate some more.

It’s the simple things that bring us the most joy. This belly reveal is right up there.

Yeah I like this.

I filled this thing up pretty well.

All the best belly pics are taken in the kitchen, apparently.

The suit may be hideous but it still fits, kinda.

Some pertinent information: Shortly before these pictures were taken, I had consumed 1.6kg of lasagne.

Oh hello there, fat pad. How ya doin’?

Leaving this here without comment.

Y’know how it is. Before bed, you’ve gotta give your belly a good slow-mo jiggle. I don’t make the rules.

Don’t worry, I don’t paint roundabouts. I just like the way the flag stretches round my belly.