275,000 hits

So, in other news, I got a little email from my site tracker service today that informed me that this blog, since it's inception, had just over 275,000 hits. This kinda blew my mind, but I thought was best summed up by a little calculation performed by my friend Victor. He wrote:

"Congrats on 275,000 hits! Let's put it in context though. The average male erection is 6" long. Let's assume that every visitor to your site gets at least one boner per visit (I do). 275,000 x 6 = 1,650,000 inches of throbbing cock. We know that there are 5280 feet in a mile, or 63,360 inches. So, 1,650,000 / 63,360 = 26.04166667. Dude... Your blog has caused ~26 miles of erections. :D That's pretty cool when you do the math."

That is pretty cool when you do the math and I am super greatful to Victor for doing it for me. Makes my horny mind think, if the blog is responsible for around 26 miles of boners, how many lbs has it helped inspire? Thanks to everyone for reading. All of you are what makes keeping up this blog fun.

Gainers & Encouragers & Sex: Part I; A Response

This video, as it is from XTube, is obviously NSFW. But it's pretty friggen hot.

So, some of you may have read a thread over on BellyBuilders, and then a subsequent post on SFBayDude’s blog about gainers and encouragers and anal sex.

The thread had an accompanying poll asking how people viewed anal sex in terms of their own sexuality. Some of the people on the thread, including SFBayDude (the originator of the discussion, and someone I would consider a friend) drew the conclusion that the majority of gainers and encouragers didn’t feel like anal sex was important to them.

This really riled me, and similarly riled a couple of my pals that I was discussing it with.

Although I have the utmost respect for SFBayDude, and everyone who tried to add constructively to the thread on BellyBuilders, I feel that the conclusions drawn from the the poll and SFBayDude’s subsequent blogpost are both flawed and misleading.

The issue with all of the discussion starts on a flawed premise -the idea that the poll in the message board was either representative of the Gainer/Encourager community or correctly interpreted by the people responding. I don’t believe either of those assertions to be true.

First, the obvious limitations of a poll on the BellyBuilders message board are many and varied (even though they’re pretty unavoidable). The poll only had a relatively small sample size (as of the time of me writing this, 264 people has responded). As of my writing this, over 40,000 thousand accounts have been registered on BeefyFrat. This small sample is compounded by the bias that having it on the BellyBuilders message board exclusively creates. Without trying to put down BellyBuilders, I know plenty of people that simply avoid the BellyBuilders message board completely because they feel like it’s dominated by a handful of unpleasant people (a point highlighted by the unrelated and obnoxious rants that derailed the thoughtful discussion on the thread). Therefore, there might simply be a link between the subtype of gainers/encouragers who frequent BellyBuilders and the results, and not gainers and encouragers on the whole. The fact that you had to be signed up for an account with BellyBuilders to respond to the poll further intensifies this factor.

My biggest issue is with the wording of the poll. Although it’s obvious that SFBayDude put intelligent thought into designing his poll, there are some pretty big issues with the wording.

First, it left a big swath of confusing middle ground data that people then lumped into the anti anal sex category. The middle ground option is as follows:

“I'M INDIFFERENT: Sometimes I like it, sometimes not”

Now, even for people I know who really enjoy anal sex, basically anyone can resonate with the phrase “Sometimes I like it, sometimes not.” I personally really enjoy anal sex under the right circumstances, but have zero desire to engage in it unless it’s within the realm of my own limits. Although I see anal sex as an important part of an intimate relationship, and central part of a fulfilling sex life, under many circumstances, I would really not want to do it.

The second most anal sex positive option of the poll is:

“I LOVE IT: It's usually what gets me off”

The second most anal sex negative option of the poll is:

“I DISLIKE IT: I might do it for the right guy, but it's not my thing at all”

I feel these options confuse the variable of enjoying anal sex under the right circumstances with the idea of only liking anal sex if you want to have it all the time and never do anything else. They’re two very different things. Just cause you only would do it with “the right guy” doesn’t mean that it’s not your thing at all. It might likely mean that you think that anal sex is a personal, intimate practice that you want to share with someone you care about.

I commend SFBayDude for his attempt to not only examine the frequency, but also the feelings of gay men engaging in anal sex. I am very thankful for all of his efforts to better understand the sex lives of gainers and encouragers, but I don’t think saying things such as “almost 2/3 of all gainers are at best apathetic about, if not outright turned off by, anal sex” is helpful. While it was a nice first step into investigating the sex lives of gainers and encouragers, I don’t think we have enough data at all to make such sweeping generalizations. They’ll just serve to further divide an already relatively small group.

One could liken the attempt to prescribe a set of “normal” sexual wants onto gainers & encouragers as analogous to the hypocritical attempts of the gay community to define that “twinks” were what it was “normal” for a gay may to be attracted to... And we all know how well that worked out. lol

I know I sound like an enormous nerd typing all of this, and I know that I’m prolly taking all of this way too seriously but, it’s something I feel passionate about and this is my blog so ha! haha

Where SFBayDude and I do agree on is that you should have whatever kind of sex you want. No one can tell you what’s right for you, and no one should. It’s your life, it’s your body, and if you’re reading this blog, you’re already too in touch with your deepest, most inborn desires to not be having the kind of exactly the kind of sex you want to have.

Thanks for bearing with me and my rant. Gainers, Encouragers and Sex are all topics very close to my heart, and I obviously have strong feelings about this topic.

Coming Soon; Gainers & Encouragers & Sex Part II:The Fun Stuff - Tips & Tricks

Welcome to Guts & Glory blog

I would like to introduce all of my readers to a new, albeit NSFW gainer blog I recently found, Grow it, Show it: Guts & Glory. The pics adorning this post are all from the blog. Somehow I've been unaware of this gainer-oriented photo blog that has been floating around the interwebs for a while. There are loads of hot guys, and very well done, suggestive captions and post titles. As far as I know, there is no other blog like this gainer themed online spank bank that doesn't involve hunting over dozens of websites on your own.

Although it's not technically gainer/encourager themed, if you enjoy Guts & Glory, I suggest you also check out the similar (and also NSFW) Stocky Jocks.

With both sites, not ever guy that is posted is exactly to my tastes, but there is enough variation and enough high quality hot guys that you'll most likely find some eye candy you haven't seen elsewhere.

Goodbye to Roitbear's Blog :(

So, one of the fellow gainer blogs that I have most enjoyed over the past few years is Riotbear's blog. It's been eloquent, dynamic, hot, and genuinely interesting. He also has a fantastic, casually sexy YouTube. I was sad to read that he's shutting down the blog.


I get that his life is going in a different direction at the moment, and I respect that. Gaining is all about doing what feels good to you and making yourself happy.

But, haha, I am sure I am not the only one that would like to let Mr. Riotbear know that if at anytime he finds himself packing on a few pounds and has any desire at all to open up the blog again, the gainer & encourager community will be waiting here with open arms and a couple of pints of ice cream. :)

Until then Mr. Riotbear, I wish you the best.

I'll leave you guys with one of his low key, gainer eating vids.

The Feeder Twink Pornographer

Feeder Porn Vol 1: The Ginger - dir by Leo Herrera from Leo Herrera on Vimeo.

I stumbled across this link to a story in BUTT magazine (thanks to JMotive from BeefyFrat) that specifically, directly, and openly discusses gaining, feeding, and all of the hedonistic things this blog generally concerns. Before I say anything else, I love that it simply was included. Any legitimate (even if somewhat pornographic) publication that gives validation to gaining and encouraging is OK in my book. I could've done without the heart attack line, overall I think the bit is very well written, and I'm excited to see more installments of this series, and general discussion of gainers and encouragers in a relatively mainstream publications.

Best line from the article:

"I love a man with fat rolls I can swipe a credit card through."

New Year's Resolutions

Happy 2010 everyone!

Yeah, the pic isn't related to the post really but, a hot boy for the New Year can't hurt.

So, around this time, everyone seems to be making dramatic, sweeping new years resolutions. Tons of people are making up big exercise plans, attempting to stick to ridiculous diets, determined to loose weight. And most of these people, within a few weeks, a month or two tops, will fail.

Now, you may be thinking, why would I bring up people trying to loose weight on The Encourager? I personally think that there a lot of gainers fall into the same two main pitfalls that these New Year’s Resolution dieters hit.

Similarity one: The Impossible Goal

Yeah, he didn't drink all that and get that belly in one day

Much like dieters who proclaim “I’m never going to eat sugar or any kind of dessert again,” gainers often feel like they’re not doing enough if they don’t eat enormous meals all the time. By setting the bar unreasonably high, you set yourself up for failure, and then get discouraged.

Just like if you were going to diet, getting fat is a lifestyle shift. It doesn’t have to be a huge shift, but it has to be consistent. I was chatting with a buddy of mine who has been hovering around 200 for a while now. I pointed out if he consistently adds 500 calories to his daily diet (about the calories of 1 grande caramel Frappucino with whipped cream from Starbucks, or a handful of cookies) he’ll put on nearly 50 pounds this year. Now, adding a Frapp’s worth of calories to your diet every day isn’t rocket science, but, many guys try and just stuff themselves silly every now and then instead of the simpler, easier to follow through on option of just making sure they get an extra 500 calories right before bed.

Similarity two: Slow Results

Yum. He wasn't discouraged that it took a little while to get that big.

Many gainers complain that they just eat and eat and they don’t see any results. Many dieters complain that no matter how little they eat, they don’t see any results. The answer to both is the same. Changing your body takes time. If you’re eating to gain, or eating to loose, don’t expect to see any real changes in your body for at least four weeks. You may get a nicely bloated gut after a big meal, but, you’re gonna have to overeat pretty consistently for about a month to start noticing a change. To see a dramatic change in your body, it’s prolly gonna take at least 3 or 4 months.

So, in short, relax, eat up, and have fun. Just cause you don’t gain 10 pounds your first week, doesn’t mean that you’re not putting on weight, doesn’t mean your body’s not changing, it just means that you’re normal and this takes time.

Anything worth having is worth working for, right?


In short, keep up as regularly as you can, consistently getting at least 500 extra calories in your daily diet, and don’t get discouraged.

My Resolutions

As for my New Years resolutions, here is what I’m going to try and stick to:

Update the blog at least twice a month, with the end goal being a weekly update schedule. I’m not sure how easy it’s going to be to stick to this one, but, I am hopeful.

Be more regular about going to the gym. Since November I’ve been all over the place with holidays and parties and such and a regular routine will make me (haha and the boyfriend I imagine) quite happy. This shouldn’t be too hard to stick to as the weather will be getting warmer and I really love being outside.

Be more consistent about eating organic and avoiding transfats. Whatever your intention weightwise, gaining, maintaining or loosing, pesticides and transfats are gross. I think I'll be pretty good about this, cause I'm already pretty good about eating organic and avoiding transfats. I'm prolly looking to go from like 80% success to like 95%.

Be more positive, even when dealing with people I really don’t like / Find other ways to be funny besides putting other people down. This will be hard as I am exceptionally talented at making fun of people who annoy me.

My last resolution is to be more focused and organized. Making lists and such. This post was one of the first things I put into my new To Do app (Things for Mac), and look, I actually wrote it up! I’m normally a really super organized, a-type kinda guy so I’m most confident about this one.

What kind of things did you guys pick as resolutions (gaining related or not)? Post yours in the comments section.

Happy New Year everyone!

Happy Thanksgiving!

I just wanted to take a sec, since it is Thanksgiving, and say how thankful I am for everyone who reads my blog, to all the people who have taken the time to say something kind to me about the blog, and for all of the really excellent guys I call my friends in the gainer/encourager community.

Happy Thanksgiving guys. Eat like champs. It's the only nationally sanctioned gainer holiday.

I found this pic, and thought that it might be motivating if you guys are full by the time pie comes along

Of Scales and Twitter

Above, a hot guy getting weighed in... Kinda related to the post, but mostly there just cause he's hot.

I was reading one of my favorite blogs, Unplggd, and came across this post about a scale that automatically tweets your weight on twitter. I know it's designed to help put the pressure on people to lose weight, but, I imagine with the group of gainers and encouragers on twitter, it could be a very automatic way to get encouragement and track your progress if you're gaining yourself. You can set it to tweet your weight every day, every week, or every month. I know it's kinda excessive, but, seen when have I ever been opposed to excess?

If anyone buys one and tries it, be sure to let me know.

You can order one here.

In semi-related twitter news, the Gainers & Encouragers twitter list I created is following nearly 100 gainer and encourager types on twitter. If you're following it, don't forget to follow my twitter too, since I can't be on the list since I made it.

You can find my twitter here.

Combining the Gainers & Encouragers twitter list with a scale that tweets your weight every day, I can guarantee is a recipe for a bigger belly :)

Thanksgiving Vacation

Another great old story, one I thought was appropriate for the upcoming gainer themed holiday. :)

Thanksgiving Vacation

By: Hunter@lesbois.com

(I believe this email is outdated -if anyone has the author's contact info, let me know)

Jay woke up to the sound of the phone on his night stand ringing. He turned over in bed to answer it, his gut flopping over with a pleasant sound.

"Hello?" Jay answered, still groggy.

"Happy Thanksgiving , my wonderful growing guy!" a very familiar voice on the other end said with a smile.

"Bill!!!!" Jay almost shouted, immediately wide-awake, and horny to boot. "Happy Thanksgiving to you, too."

"So, my Hot Stud Muffin," Bill said, obviously excited too, "How much have you grown for me in the two weeks since you've been back home?"

Jay was suddenly depressed. "Three pounds," he answered sheepishly. It was much harder than he had thought it would be to gain once he was at home, especially without someone there to encourage him, and stuff him, not to mention the other pleasurable benefits of having Bill there.

"Only three pounds?" Bill said dubiously. "Jay, you could do that in a day when you were here."

Jay was miserable. "It hasn't been easy without you here, to encourage me," he offered.

"Well, perhaps I'll have to come out there and take things in hand, so to speak," Bill said gruffly.

"God, that would be great!" Jay said, suddenly horny again. "Anytime you want, just do it," he said, rubbing his belly, watching his dick engorge with blood at the stimulation.

"I'll try to make it soon," Bill said sincerely, "but in the meantime, I can't have you wasting away. Today is Thanksgiving, your national Holiday. I want you to go for a record gain of 5 pounds today!" Bill said, his breathing ragged. He was obviously turned on by the idea, and from the sound of a zipper being undone, he was doing something about it.

"Tell me more," Jay said, starting to stroke himself while rubbing his belly.

"No time for that!" Bill said. "If you're going to gain five pounds today, you'd better start now. I want you to go make yourself a huge breakfast, and keep stuffing yourself all day. We'll talk tonight, and see how you've done."

Jay was a little dismayed. Even with Bill's help in Connecticut, the most he had ever gained in a day was probably three pounds. "I don't know if I can, Bill..."

"But you'll certainly try, right?" Bill said with a grin.

Jay couldn't help smiling too, and Bill's enthusiasm was infectious. "All right, I will!" he said, excitement in his voice. It would be a sort of personal best that he could use to get Bill worked up and horny any time he wanted to, which would be all the time if Bill were here.

"That's my boy," Bill said. "Well, go get started on that breakfast. We'll talk again soon."

"Bye." Jay said, and hung up the phone. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed for his robe, then thought better of it. If he was going to grow his belly today, he was going to let it hang out, at least while he was alone at home. Remembering how turned on Bill had been by seeing him in tight clothes, he decided to put on an old pair of Calvin Klein jockeys, size 32. He groaned and tugged at the fabric which tried to stretch to accommodate his new, impressive bulk, and he found himself getting turned on and hard as he did so, and that was the last straw for the poor old Calvin's. The increased size of his engorged member was too much, and the elastic split with a POP! Jay had to laugh, and decided that perhaps 34's (11 inches smaller than his actual waist size) was probably as close as he could push it.

Walking down the hall to the kitchen in his size 36 Calvin's (the 34's couldn't handle his new bulk either), Jay enjoyed the sensation of his belly moving up and down, side to side as he walked, and he wondered that he had ever fought his weight. He loved the way his belly looked, and as long as a hot stud like Bill liked it this way too, there would be no stopping him! His stomach growled in agreement, and he entered the kitchen and got to work.

At first he made a weight gaining shake to sip on while making breakfast, making it with ice cream and half-and-half, as well as the weight gaining powder. He also made it double big for today. He loved that creamy smooth feeling the half and half gave to it; he'd have to try it with just plain heavy cream later today. He whipped up the largest breakfast he had ever made for himself. A dozen scrambled eggs, 2 pounds of bacon, biscuits and gravy, and of course, 20 or sopancakes dripping with tons of butter, syrup, and whipped cream. As he finished eating, he leaned back in the chair and groaned with delight. He was so full he didn't want to move, and he was horny too. But he forced himself to eat even more, and for dessert, he had another weight gainer shake and polished off the dozen creme-filled donuts he had planned to take to the volunteers at his Aunt Judy's church pancake breakfast this morning. This Morning!

He glanced at the clock which read 8 AM. He was supposed to be there in a half an hour. Jay jumped (well, actually, walked was more accurate; he was too stuffed to do more than that) in the shower and got cleaned up, although he couldn't resist taking some extra time soaping and massaging his belly. He just wished he had time to jack off before he left. Stuffing his belly like he just had always left him with a raging hard on, and he was more stuffed than he had been since coming back from Connecticut. Ignoring the hard on, he went to his closet and gasped. He had put all of his large shirts in the wash last night, and now he remembered that he had intended to put them in the dryer this morning, but he had forgotten to with all the excitement of talking to Bill. Well, his size-46 pants at least were clean. He was sure he had a sweatshirt or something that would fit him. He tried on every sweatshirt in his closet, and was starting to panic when he finally found one that would fit--well, sort of. He had found a large white one that would fit, and even it didn't cover his belly if he lifted his arms above his head even a little, although he thought that it did show off the tanned belly nicely. Well, it would have to do.

He arrived at the church just a little late. He had had to stop and get more donuts for the volunteers (and an extra dozen for himself, which he finished on the way to the church.) Man! He was just an unstoppable eating machine today, and he smiled with satisfaction. His Aunt Judy was busy making pancake batter when he entered the church kitchen. She had organized this pancake breakfast for those church members who didn't have families 10 years ago, and had overseen it's operation every year since. And of course, Jay, being her favorite nephew, had been hauled in to help every year. In fact, he would be joining her at her house for dinner later that evening.

She suddenly stopped mixing and sniffed the air, then turned around with a big smile on her face. "Jay!" she cried, coming over and giving him a big hug. "I can always pick out your cologne when you walk in a room, no matter where I am." She stood back and looked at him. "Well, I'm glad to see you're finally over that anorexic phase you were going through for all those years. It's about time you looked like a healthy man! Now bring those donuts over here and help me with these pancakes!"

Jay smiled. That was Aunt Judy for you; a hurricane of love in his otherwise orderly world. Jay walked over and began stirring the batter to help his Aunt. He glanced around the kitchen at the other volunteers, his gaze resting on one in particular; a tall, muscular Asian boy with a tiny waist, who looked like he couldn't me older than sixteen. His Aunt came back and took over the stirring again. "Jay, would you go outside and help Jiro unload some bags of oranges from the truck?" she asked, indicating the young Asian.

"Sure, Aunt Judy. Who is he?" Jay asked, trying to be nonchalant.

"Oh, he's Rebecca Natabe's boy. You remember--she used to sing in the choir? He's just home from college for the weekend."

A college boy. Hmmmm, that meant definitely over 18. Jay saw that Jiro had already gone out to the truck, and hurried to follow him. When he got there, Jiro had already climbed up into the bed. "You're Jay?" he asked, smiling.

"Yeah," Jay said. "How did you know?"

"Ohh, I asked who you were," Jiro said cryptically. "Why don't I just hand the bags down to you? It'll go a lot faster than each of us climbing up and down."

"Sure," Jay replied, and reached up to take the first bag of oranges, his barely large enough sweatshirt riding up as he did, leaving his gut hanging out uncovered. Jay blushed, but couldn't do anything about it with this arms full of a large bag of oranges. He saw Jiro's eyes widen, and a small smile creep on his face. Jay took the bag of oranges inside, pulled his shirt back down, and came out for the next bag. Jiro held the next bag of oranges a little higher, so that Jay had to reach even more for them, and more of his belly was uncovered as a result. Jay also noticed, his eyes being at Jiro's crotch level, that the Asian boy was getting hard watching Jay's belly.

"Could it be?" Jay wondered to himself. He had never been much of a Rice Queen himself, but watching the growing bulge in Jiro's tight 501's, Jay wondered if this might be worth exploring. Jiro noticed Jay watching his basket, and they both blushed, Jay leaving to take the oranges into the kitchen. This time when he returned, however, he did not pull the shirt back down, and actually stuck out his gut by arching his back slightly, making it look even larger. The effect on Jiro was electric, and the large bulge in his pants got even larger. He teased Jay by holding the last bag or oranges slightly out of reach, making Jay reach higher and higher, uncovering even more of that glorious gut. He finally handed the bag of oranges to Jay, and smiled. He hopped down from the pickup and followed Jay inside. Jay put down the oranges, then turned around to have Jiro walk right into him, and stand there belly to belly.

"Whoops! Sorry," Jiro said, but made no move to leave, and looked directly into Jay's eyes and smiled.

"Uhhh, no problem," Jay said back, returning his gaze, moving to push his belly into Jiro even more. Jiro gasped, and they were close enough that he could feel Jiro's cock grow even more against his own.

"I don't suppose you'd like to go somewhere and get something to eat after we're done here, would you?" Jiro asked hopefully, his eyes pleading.

"You must have read my mind," Jay said smiling, and they got back to work.

They finished at the church at 11:30, and Jay's Aunt reminded him that dinner was at her house at 4:00. Jay and Jiro agreed to meet at an all-you-can-eat restaurant. Jiro had to be at his parents house at 2:00, but that left them plenty of time to . . . eat. They pulled up at the same time, and Jiro walked over to open Jay's door.

"I can't believe we never met before," Jay commented as they walked inside.

"Well, I was pretty scrawny for a while, so you probably weren't inclined to notice me," Jiro said, flexing his now well-developed arms and chest, "and while I can say I noticed you, I know you were never this . . . err, impressive before."

Jay blushed, then covered it by saying, "so you were scrawny, eh? What happened?"

"Well," Jiro began, "I've lifted weights for quite a while, but I couldn't gain; my metabolism is so high. But I finally just forced myself to start eating more and more, and you can see the results. I bet I could even eat you under the table . . .so to speak," he added archly.

"We'll just have to see about that," Jay said grinning, and they were shown to their table, then went to the buffet. Jay and Jiro both loaded their plates to overflowing with country fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, chicken nuggets and popcorn shrimp, and sat down and began putting it away like there was no tomorrow. Jiro finished his plate and was back at the buffet before Jay was even half done. "Geez that kid can eat!" Jay thought to himself, and doubled his efforts. Jay was back up to the buffet just as Jiro sat down with another overloaded plate, but by the time Jiro was finished this time, so was Jay.

They continued on, the spirit of the contest overwhelming anything else between them, although both were now constantly hard from having their bellies stuffed so full. As the contest continued, it began to be apparent that Jay was indeed the better man. Jiro's abdomen was swollen, bulging out through his tight T-shirt over his 501's, even though the top two buttons were undone. Although his waist was only 30 inches, his belly was probably 35 or 36 now, and that was without any rolls of fat. That was just the distention caused by the food inside the kid's gut. Jay looked at him with wonder. That kid's stomach must be huge!

Jay's own stomach was stuffed also, and the 46-inch pants now actually felt a little tight, although nothing like Jiro's 501's. Jay looked at Jiro sitting back and groaning as he shoveled another mouthful of mashed potatoes into his gut. "You ready to give up kid?" he asked, smiling.

Jiro looked at him stubbornly. "No way! I have never lost an eating contest, and I'm not about to start now." He began shoveling the food in at his former pace. Jay looked at him in wonder, but kept pace. He was starting to get uncomfortably full as well, approaching as stuffed as he had ever been with Bill, and he wondered if he could indeed win.

They both cleaned their plates (for the sixth time) and then headed for the desserts; Jay loading up on ice cream, Jiro on pies. Jiro's fat-free abdomen kept growing and growing, until his belly must have been 38 or 39 inches, and still he kept shoveling the food in. Jay was in awe, and although he managed to keep pace too, His own abdomen was showing signs of distention. The 46-inch pants were VERY tight now; he would have to undo the top button any minute, and his sweatshirt could no longer contain that belly; it just kept pushing out, propelled by all of that food in his stomach. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. He knew that he had never been this stuffed before in his life, even in Connecticut.

After the next trip to the dessert bar, which Jiro could barely walk to, Jay asked, "How long can you keep this up? I'm worried you're going to hurt something internally."

Between bites of banana cream pie, Jiro smiled and said, "I can do this for, oh," and he glanced at his watch. "Shit!" he exclaimed.

"What is it?" Jay asked, afraid that there was something physically wrong with his amazing, eating friend.

"I was supposed to be at my parents' house 5 minutes ago, and it'll take me at least 45 minutes to drive there from here." He glanced at his now-probably 40 inch belly and moaned. "And this will not be the easiest thing to explain."

Jay glanced at the belly too, and felt himself get even harder. He wondered if this was what Bill had felt seeing his belly. "Don't worry too much, Jiro. The way you've been packing it away, I'm sure it'll move out of your stomach by the time you get to your folks', especially if you drive slow. Just say the traffic was bad; I'm sure they don't want you to risk getting in an accident."

Jiro smiled back at Jay. "You're probably right. And although I have to go back to school tomorrow, I'll call you when I'm home for Christmas break. We haven't decided who's the eating champ--in either department," he added archly.

Jay walked Jiro out to the smaller man's black Toyota Celica. There was a bond between the two of them which had been created by the eating contest, one which neither of them had experienced before. They hugged good-bye, over-stuffed bellies rubbing against each other, and both felt a familiar electric charge in their groins.

Jiro smiled as he got into his Celica, his belly briefly scraping the steering wheel as he slid in. "Man, I can't wait until Christmas!" and the growing bulge in his crotch indicated that he was telling the truth.

Jay smiled back and reached in to fasten Jiro's seat-belt, sliding his hand across the distended belly as he did. Jiro stiffened and said, "Jesus! I feel like I'm gonna cum right here!" Jay smiled wickedly and continued to massage Jiro's swollen belly, and then moved down to the rock-hard bulge in his pants. He Heard Jiro moan with pleasure, and felt something wet in the 501's. Jiro looked at him in awe. "That was fantastic! I can't believe you were able to make me cum just by massaging my belly!"

Jay smiled back. "It's a little secret a good friend taught me. We'll do it again at Christmas."

Jiro blew him a kiss as he pulled out of the parking lot, and Jay had to laugh to himself. With as much a that boy loved eating, and now that he knew how hot sex was when he had stuffed his belly, he doubted Jiro would have that same small waist when he came back home for Christmas. Jay tried, unsuccessfully, to pull the sweatshirt down over his own swollen belly, and smiled. He just might be able to gain 5 pounds for Bill today after all.

Driving to his Aunt's house, Jay wondered at how much his sex life had improved since he had decided to go for it and grow his belly. Meeting Bill last month, and then Jiro today, he had scored more in the last month than he had in two years! And they had both cruised for him! He laughed when he remembered trying to keep the weight off. What he had really been doing was keeping the men away. Well, no longer! He looked at his gut and felt a warm, contented feeling inside. It was like he had found what had been missing in his life for years, and it had been right underneath his nose, or rather, his shirt. And now it wasn't even underneath that, he thought, as he looked at it, still unable to be contained by the sweatshirt, although he imagined it would be by the time he reached his aunt's house for Thanksgiving dinner. His stomach growled in anticipation, and he laughed, as his foot stepped a little harder on the gas. He didn't want his stomach empty for a minute today!

Four hours later, Jay pulled up in front of his house and moaned, honestly not knowing if it was pain or pleasure that prompted the sound.

He opened the door to the car and just sat there for a minute, not sure if he would be able to move. He wondered if his Aunt was maybe a closet feeder. It had just been him and her for the meal, but she had cooked enough for a family of eight, and had made sure that Jay didn't leave until it was all gone. He had had to beg her to let him take the 4 pies she had made for dessert with him instead of eating them there.

He looked down at his swollen, distended gut, rubbing it absently while his cock grew hard again. The size 46 pants were unbuttoned and would stay that way. Jay had popped the button off while eating dinner with his Aunt. She had just laughed and filled his plate again, saying that he was a growing boy, and boys grew out of their clothes; it was only natural.

Loading up the 4 pies in his arms, he waddled to the door, feeling all the food inside his massive gut sloshing around, unbalancing him slightly. And he loved it! As full as he was, he wanted even more! He wanted to see just how big he could stuff his belly. And he did need to train for the contests he and Jiro would undoubtedly have during Christmas break.

He unlocked the door, and the first thing that greeted him as he stepped inside was the smell of pizza. He looked at the dining room table, and there were 6 huge pizza boxes sitting there, with two romantically lit candles sitting next to them. He closed the door behind him and said, "What in the world..."

"Happy Thanksgiving, stud," a familiar voice said, and Jay turned to see Bill walking out of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a maitre 'D's towel on his arm. He gestured to the table and said, "Dinner is served."

Jay was shocked, surprised, pleased, horny, and hungry all at the same time. "How..What..." was all he could stammer.

Bill came over and took the pies from the stunned Jay's arms, and kissed him on the neck, whispering, "We'll need these later." He guided Jay to the table and helped him off with his pants and sweatshirt, and his dick got even harder as he noticed Jay was wearing size 36 Calvin's. He smiled and said, "OK, I guess you do deserve an explanation. But why don't you tear into one of those pizzas while I do."

Jay nodded enthusiastically, opened one of the boxes and took out a steaming slice of pepperoni pizza, dripping with cheese, stuffed it into his mouth, and watched Bill's cock stand even more at attention as he ate. He didn't understand how, but he was hungry again. Starving!

Bill smiled as he watched Jay become an eating machine, then started talking. "I've been wanting to come see you ever since you left Connecticut, in fact I made my plane reservations the day after you left. I just happened to get lucky and be able to get a flight out a couple days before Thanksgiving."

"But why didn't, you call, if you've been here a couple of days?" Jay mumbled through a mouth full of pizza.

"Well I wanted to, but I've been having such a good time secretly watching you and getting hornier doing it. And also, it gave me a chance to find out more about the town where you live, and meet some of your family..."

It struck him like a ton of bricks. "You and my Aunt Judy were in on this together!"

Bill smiled widely. "Yep. You talked so much about her when you were back visiting me, I know she'd be great about us too, and so I called her when I decided to come out for Thanksgiving. I was originally going to surprise you by being at her house when you got there, but she suggested meeting you here after dinner, and who was I to argue?" While he had been talking, Bill went into the kitchen, and he brought back a pitcher full of weight gainer shake, which Jay anxiously began to guzzle down. There was no stopping him today!

Bill knelt down and began massaging Jay's belly, feeling how tightly it was stretched and getting even more horny because of the sensation. "I thought you might be a little sick of turkey and the like, so I ordered pizza, because it was different, and because it was the first meal we ever ate together."

Just then Jay finished the first box of pizza. Bill was amazed. "I don't think there will be any problem for me to gain 5 lbs. today," Jay said, grinning, "But you might want to order more pizza. I'd hate for us to be in the bedroom and run out..."

Bill's large cock went rock hard, and he grabbed for the phone. He was breathing heavily as he started dialing Pizza Hut. He wondered if they had ever delivered 10 Bigfoot Pizza's to one house before...

Beefy Guy with iPhone

Ok, I know the site is sleazy, but I saw looking through the guys with iPhones website, and I found this really cute beefy guy, so I figured I'd show you guys. The site is not safe for work, but, here's the pic! He's not huge, but he's pretty friggen hot. Nice little starter belly. I was happy to see all the positive comments too.