The Chubsters Changed My Life!
True stories from inside

The Chubsters are a powerful force for personal development. Read these glowing testimonials and send in your own.

The Chubsters took away everything that was cruddy in my life and replaced it with gold. Who knew that mindless violence and the company of psychotic crazies could be so rewarding? I live for blood-drenched jumping-in sessions, cosy evenings of knife-play in front of a burnt out car, and the hectoring, tetchy solidarity of my fellow gang members. But most of all, the gang has given me a sense of inner peace borne from the knowledge that it won't be long until fat freaks like us rule the world.
The Beefer

When I joined The Chubsters I was a puny, pathetic loser, the butt of all the bullies' jokes, a walking punchbag. But getting jumped-in changed all that. I'm still a puny, pathetic, lying creep, but these days I get respect on the streets. When the shit's going down I know that I can rely on my gang to watch my back and stamp out any trouble. I love these gals! We are family now.
The Weasel

Since finding the Chubster Gang, I've come to better terms with my inner desire to burn and pillage. I am working on my relationship with my conjoined twin, Petunia, and we've decided that we will become more aligned on the potentiality of the destructive energy we share through our fat skulls. Here's to more fuckers paid back and more blazing infernoes in the coming year!
Tiny

Working under The Beefer has really honed our skills. If it weren't for Chubster life, Tiny and I would be back in jail by now, rubbing other girls' faces in the dirt for their cigarette matches. Though we've had a lot of good times, our greatest victory by far was taking Robert Atkins down without anyone even suspecting. Jenny Craig, watch your back.
Petunia

Before I found The Chubsters, no one even knew I was fat. I used to drag up as a skinny and hold my belly and my rage in tight. Being in the gang means that I can let my gut, my anger and my innate vindictiveness run free, in fact it is positively encouraged. Where once I stooped small, now I stride stout and proud, bodging NFs out of the way with my belly and flicking their noses as I pass.
Butch Husky

The Chubsters broke my face, they broke my heart and they broke my spirit. I hope to get out of the hospital soon but I don't think I'll ever get off the painkillers. If only I hadn't been such a Narrow Fuck.
Wishes to remain anonymous