The Best of the Best - May 31

I have no idea who this man is, but hot damn. If this blog is going to be dealing with the creme de la creme of gainers, this guy is a good place to start. The pic surfaced on the internet a few years ago, and I've seen it posted in several Yahoo groups -if memory serves, it may have even come from a post on the Big Handsome Men message board on Dimensions Magazine, a straight feeder/feedee website, mainly focusing on female gains, but that has some stories and a message board devoted to the growing straight guy. But it would break my heart to think such a hot guy is straight. I don't really have much else to say, just a little eye candy. I love how you can see the shirt get tight around his whole body, even the arms. Nothing like a big guy with some growing muscles to support his nice round gut.

P.S. There's nothing extra after the jump.

The Traveler

Originally posted on GainerWeb, one of my all time favorite stories is GutGrowr's The Traveler. A well written story about a cop and a chef, this rare story that actually shows a relationship between a gainer and an encourager. I really like it because it not only details the growth of the main characters, but provides interesting vignettes into the encourager's previous gainer boyfriends.

Here's another pic by Warren Davis that I don't think was ever intentionally paired with the story, but I think fits in nicely.


The Traveler
By GutGrowr@aol.com

I shifted my bulk in the front seat of the station wagon, several bags of Wendy's burgers at my side. In the rear view, I saw the police car's blue lights begin to flash that too familiar signal. I was speeding. After leaving Wendy's, I had immersed myself in gluttonous pleasure as I stuffed burger after burger into my expanding gut. I hadn't realized that the speed limit dropped to only 45 mph and my fat, lead foot had pushed the car to over 70!

I carefully slowed and pulled over to the side of the highway. I hastily wiped my bearded jowls of the remnants of my fifth burger. Letting out a belch, I shifted my weight in the seat. My huge gut pushed the steering wheel and the horn let out a slight `honk'. Not much more room to grow in this car, I thought to myself.

Looking in the rearview again, I saw the policeman step out of his car. He was tall, maybe 6'1". His slender, muscular build moved fluidly toward my station wagon. In seconds, he was standing at my car window. I surveyed his ample groin, which was now at eye-level to me. All I could think about was how hungry I still was. A half dozen burgers sitting in a bag at my hip.

"Can I see your license, sir?" the policeman ordered, holding out his hand to me. I noticed that he had large, calloused hands. His forearms were thick and covered with blonde hair, lightened by the sun. He leaned forward, removing his sunglasses. Sparking blue-grey eyes stared impassively at me. The cop was GORGEOUS!

"I'm sorry I was speeding, officer. I wasn't paying attention to the speed limit." I stammered as I handed him my license. The smell of burgers hung thickly in the air and my big gut rumbled. Damn, I was starving!

"This you?" he asked in his heavy Texan accent. He began to fill out the ticket.

"Yes sir. I've put on some weight since the picture was taken." I shifted nervously in my seat trying to pick up some vibes from the policeman. To be perfectly honest, I had nearly doubled my weight in the last six months. A nice, plump 343 pounds as of this morning. The policeman may have been suspicious as to whether or not it was really my picture on the license.

He continued to fill out the ticket and I caught a flash of what he was thinking; "Man, this guy is HUGE! I wish I could let myself go like that and pack on the pounds. I can't believe I'm starting to get hard! I need to hurry up and finish this ticket, so I can get home and jack off."

I was astounded!! And pleased!! This hot cop was turned on by my bulk! He wanted to be as big as me!! I seized the opportunity. When he handed me back my license and ticket, I made sure to brush his hand lightly. It was my only chance.

I was standing looking down at the large man squeezed into the station wagon.

I could feel an intense hunger beginning to build in the pit of my stomach. Once again, I had made the switch!! I had transferred my essence from one man to the other.

I momentarily surveyed my new form. Instantly, the policeman's mind and body were known to me. Unlike the man before, this man was in incredible shape. At 6'1" tall, the officer had 185 pounds of solid muscle packed on his frame. Broad shoulders with a tapered waist, this guy's torso was the perfect "V" shape.

I finished the fat guy's ticket and handed it to him. He sat slack-jawed in the front seat. No doubt wondering how he had ballooned up to his current bulk. With the guy still stunned, I reached in and grabbed his half-eaten bag of Wendy's burgers. My hunger was back.

I turned on my heel and headed back to the police car, pulling a warm burger from the bag and devouring it in three huge bites. My stomach growled in appeciation. As I slipped into the police car gracefully, I looked into the rearview mirror. The officer was young, only 27 years old. His blonde hair was cropped short in military fashion. His piercing blue-grey eyes accented his deeply tanned, clean shaven face beautifully. A strong jaw and high cheekbones completed the vision of this Adonis.

Gazing into his eyes, I learned everything about this man in seconds. His name was Jim McAlistar. After graduating college five years ago, he had joined the police force in a small town in Texas called Beaufort. He was single, only having recently broken up with his girlfriend, Tracie. He owned a small house in town and drove a Ford pick-up truck when he wasn't working. He worked out regularly and always strived to keep his body in tremendous shape.

But deep down, Officer Jim had a secret. He desired to be fat, hugely fat. He fantasized constantly about growing larger and larger until he was a huge-bellied cop sitting behind a desk and getting even bigger. He couldn't get himself to take the first step, the first "bite" so to speak. Fate had brought this hunky cop to me and I was determined to fulfill his secret fantasy.

Jim awoke the next morning late, around ten-thirty with a "fat" hangover. Good thing he had the next two days off.

Last night, Jim had fed his insatiable hunger non-stop until 3 am. Pizzas, beer, ice cream, Little Debbie snack cakes, cookies, chips and sour cream, pudding, microwave dinners, you name it. He had literally eaten everything in the house. The refrigerator and cupboards were bare. Exhausted, he finally passed out in bed.

He had delighted in seeing his rippled abs flesh out and grow a soft layer of fat. Any definition he once had had disappeared overnight. His long fingers kneaded the flesh of his stuffed belly. He stood and stretched and realized that he was still hungry. His stomach growled.

Thinking of nothing else, Jim removed a pair of sweats from the dresser drawer and slipped them on. The elastic waist bend stretched to conform to his added inches on his waist. In the mirror, Jim pushed out his stomach muscles as much as he could. It gave the effect of a round, bloated belly. He caressed it lovingly, his cock growing hard in his sweats extending down his left leg.

Jim was soon lost in his fantasy. He tugged and pulled at his nine inch dick, imagining his body growing fatter and fatter. He moaned as he pinched his hairy pec with his free hand. Soon they will lose their definition and grow meatier, like tits. In minutes, Jim was so aroused he freed his dick from his sweats and pumped it until come splattered over his newly rounded belly. He slowly rubbed it into the light fur growing on his gut, liking the feeling of the sticky come in his belly hair.

Jim began to towel his cock and belly off. One night of gluttony does not make a fat man, I reminded him. I influenced his mind by making suggestions to him. You need to eat massive quantities of food and quit exercising to grow! I knew that getting Officer Jim to give up working out was going to be the hardest part of fattening him up, but I had all the time in the world. And besides, I loved the challenge.

A month passed and Officer Jim and I were getting along just fine. He was one of my most willful subjects. Even though he wanted to grow huge and fat, his old habits of exercising and watching what he ate made it difficult to gain weight quickly. But, he was getting bigger and heavier just the same. He thought of his ex-girlfriend, Tracie, fairly often; which caused him to be self-conscious about his eating habits. I needed to find someone to help him bulk up!

In the first thirty days, Jim's weight had increased from 185 to 197 pounds, averaging about three pounds a week. It was a slow process, but as I had said, I'm very patient. His body became less slender and more bulky during that first month. His waist increased an inch and his chest an inch and a half. Small pockets of lucious fat were beginning to form at his waist. The start of love handles.

His muscles were still firm, with just a slight layer of fat. Luckily for me, Jim already had a large appetite. He ate alot of food, but usually worked most of it off shortly afterward. I needed to find a way to slow down his metabolism, a way to make him feel more comfortable about his expanding mass.

At work, a few of the officers noticed Jim's increasing bulk. One guy actually accused him of taking steroids. Jim assured him that he was not, that he just wished to put on a little size. That would be an understatement!! Jim traded in his tightening policemen's uniform for something a little larger. Pants from 32" to 34". Slightly larger shirts which showed off his large biceps and broad shoulders.

But it was taking too long even for me! Then, I had a stroke of luck!! Jim was mowing his lawn one Saturday afternoon when we noticed a guy moving in next door. Immediately, I felt Jim's attraction to this young man. Similarly, I felt that the guy was attracted to Jim as well. He smiled and waved. Jim returned the greeting.

The guy was about 25 years old. Dark, mediterranean good looks. He was a few inches shorter than Jim with a nice, solid build. A little chunky, Jim thought to himself. The man watched Jim surreptitiously, taking in the sight of Jim's beefy, shirtless torso. He admired the light layer of fat around Jim's waist while he unloaded his car.

Jim finished his lawn about the same time that the young guy carried in his last box. He put away the mower and went inside the house. Towelling off his sweaty body quickly, Jim threw on an old sweatshirt and grabbed a six pack of beer from the fridge. With very little encouragement from me, Jim was quickly out the door to meet the cute stud next door.

He knocked on his neighbor's front door. He heard the footfalls of the man as he came to answer the knock. When the guy answered the door, Jim was pleased to see that he was even more handsome up close. He had always considered himself straight, but seeing this hunky stud made Jim rethink his position.

"My name's Jim McAllister," Jim said extending his hand to shake. "I live next door and I thought I'd welcome you to the neighborhood. Interested in a beer?"

The man took Jim's hand and shook it firmly. "I'm Mario. Mario Cavello." He subconsciously drank in the sight of the neighborly stud before him. "A beer would be great. Come on inside."

Mario led Jim into the living room. In it was a large couch and love seat, a few tables and a lounge chair. Unopened boxes everywhere. "Have a seat, Jim" Mario offered.

"Thanks." Jim said, handing a cold beer to Mario. The men began to drink. "What do you do for a living, Mario?" Jim asked, he was very attracted to the Italian stud before him. He liked Mario's thick, hairy forearms and also the thatch of dark hair growing over the collar of his tight t-shirt.

"I'm the new chef at the Grand Windsor Hotel on fifth street." Mario responded, draining his beer. Jim quickly handed him another. A CHEF! What great luck!! "How about you, Jim?" Mario asked, noticing a considerable bulge growing in Jim's shorts.

"I'm a cop here in town." Jim nervously sucked down his second beer. His was getting hornier by the second and wanted nothing more than to get into Mario's pants.

The two men chatted for a while about jobs, family, cars, music and more. In no time, each man had consumed three beers and had a pretty good buzz going. Jim patted his belly lovingly. He realized he was hungry for a lot more than food. His ample groin was very noticeable now.

"I can take care of that for you, Officer." Mario teased. In seconds, he was kneeling before Jim and running his strong hands across Jim's furry thighs. Jim moaned his appreciation and placed his hand on the back of Mario's head. Easily, he guided Mario to his swelling erection. Mario hungrily went down on Jim, sucking his big dick expertly and running hands underneath Jim's sweatshirt. He enjoyed the feel of the extra flesh around Jim's middle and imagined him even bigger.

Jim was in heaven. Thoughts of Tracie were long gone as he felt Mario suck him off with pleasure. He loved the feel of Mario's thick, dark hair through his strong fingers. In minutes, Jim's cock released a torrent of gism over Mario's shoulder. Both men were panting heavily. Mario's hands never leaving Jim's furry gut.

Jim's stomach growled in response. "Jim, are you hungry?" Mario asked, patting Jim's belly. He stood and removed his t-shirt. Jim admired Mario's stocky physique. His torso was covered with dark, thick fur. His stomach bulged beautifully over his tight jeans. Jim guessed Mario at about 170 pounds on a 5'7" frame. Fairly heavily built for such a short guy. And very handsome!

"Starved." Jim replied. He couldn't believe his luck. An Italian, chunky stud moving in next door to him. And a chef too!

Mario ran off excitedly to the kitchen. "I've got some meals leftover from the restaurant last night. It will just take a few minutes to heat them up."

Mario brought Jim another beer from the kitchen and put on the radio. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll be right back." Mario called from the kitchen.

Jim removed his sweatshirt and gently stroked his paunch. He liked the way his fleshy belly felt. He imagined himself gorging on food and growing fatter for Mario. Instantly, he got hard again. This is just what I needed to get Jim to surrender to his voracious appetite.

In minutes, Mario returned with two plates piled high with food. Four inch-high steaming lasagna smothered in mozarella cheese covered each plate. Several meatballs surrounded each plate of lasagna, threatening to fall off the edge.

A loaf of garlic bread and more beer completed the meal.

Mario set Jim's plate before him on the coffee table. "Eat up before it gets cold." Mario ordered. Jim began to devour the lasagna in huge mouthfuls, washing it down with cold beer.

"You're not eating anything?" Jim asked Mario.

"No, Jim. It's all for you. I love a man with a large appetite." As if to prove this, Mario grabbed the extra fork and scooped up a large mouthful from the second plate and forced it into Jim's waiting mouth. Jim moaned at the act of being fed. He leaned back on the couch and gave in to Mario's attention. Mario's free hand slipped over Jim's erect cock and he began to tug on it roughly. Soon, he was shoveling more food into Jim. Garlic bread, whole meatballs, more beer to wash it all down.

After about a half hour, both plated were cleaned spotless. Most of the food stuffed into Jim's gut. Mario curled up next to him on the couch, lying his face on Jim's bloated belly.

"I'm such a pig." Jim said apologetically. "And I'm growing fatter because of it." He liked the feel of Mario's stubbled cheeks against his tight belly and stroked Mario's temple affectionately.

"I hope so." Mario replied, much to Jim's amusement. "It's been a while since I've helped a hot guy like you grow fat." His tongue licked the hair around Jim's belly button playfully.

"This could be the start of a wonderful relationship." Jim said to Mario. Both men groped each other's bodies and kissed deeply.

Mario pulled away from Jim for a moment. "Are you ready for dessert, Jimbo?"

"You bet." He patted his belly in anticipation.

During the second month, Jim's increase in weight had doubled!! He easily packed on about 23 pounds and was getting quite hefty thanks to all the food Mario stuffed into him. He stepped on the scale in Mario's bathroom. It read 220 pounds. Wow!

Jim's gut stretched out over his tight underwear, 38" around. He could still squeeze himself into size 36" pants, but they were getting awfully tight. He stroked his round belly lovingly. He could already smell the breakfast feast that Mario was preparing for him. On a typical morning when Jim slept over, Mario usually prepared a huge stack of buttermilk pancakes or belgian waffles smothered in butter and syrup, a half dozen muffins, half pound of bacon or sausage, and a couple of weight gain shakes made with ice cream and half and half to wash it all down.

Mario had confessed to Jim on their first night together that he had fattened up two lovers before Jim. Hank, a professor in college, had blown up to a tremendous 325 pounds from 195 in less than two years! His last lover, a hotel manager named Dave, had been his greatest accomplishment. He stuffed him every night during the late shift and then made sure he got absolutely no exercise other than sex. By the time they broke up, Dave tipped the scales at a whopping 484 pounds! His stomach was so big that he could no longer see his dick and relied on Mario to service him as often as possible.

Jim wasn't sure he wanted to get that big, but he was sure that he wanted to get fatter than he was now. The guys at work taunted him constantly. Remarks like, "Damn, she must be an excellent cook." "If you get any bigger you'll need your own zip code." and "What's the matter, did your gym membership run out." were just a few of the things he heard on a daily basis. A couple of people at the precinct even left goodies for him on his desk. Doughnuts, eclairs, cookies, etc. Jim ate everything with gusto!

Jim began to get dressed when Mario came in with a tray laden with breakfast foods. "What do you think you're doing?" Mario scolded.

"I'm getting ready for breakfast." Jim replied, trying to squeeze his jeans over his thickened thighs. Mario layed the tray down on the dresser.

He crossed to where Jim was standing with his jeans up around his hairy thighs. "No, no, no. You need to get back in bed, Jimbo." Mario inserted his hands into the tight space between Jim's thighs and his jeans and struggled to pull them down. Jim's expanded belly jiggled with his efforts.

"You are getting so sexy." Mario said, kneeling before Jim. His hands reached up to fondle Jim's new flab around his waist.

"And so fat." Jim laughed, which caused his belly to roll even more under Mario's hot hands. He pulled Mario up and they kissed passionately. Jim felt around Mario's midsection and noticed a few extra inches around his waistline. I got the thought from Mario that not only did he like Jim's increasing mass, but that he may wish to pack on a few pounds of his own. I almost left Jim and lept into Mario, but decided to wait a while. Besides, Jim was no where near as fat as I wanted him. Yet.

Another month passed. With Jim's increasing girth, the police captain promoted him to desk sargeant. A "sit down" job. Both men were deliriously happy. Now they could fatten up Jim even more. Jim had managed to increase another 25 pounds under Mario's fine stuffings. The scale clocked him at 245 pounds with a nice, round 46" gut hanging over his size 40" pants. The rest of Jim's build filled out as well as he was now built like a football linebacker, except with a little extra weight in his stomach.

The two men decided to move in together. Jim's house went on the market and he slowly began to move his things into Mario's larger house. Everything was going great! Mario had to go to Boston for a few days for a convention. I almost left Jim then to take over Mario, but I decided to wait a little longer.

"Be sure to take care of our baby," Mario said, running his hands over Jim's distended gut. Jim had just finished the last of a pork roast along with potatoes, squash and half a dozen dinner rolls. He let out a belch in agreement. `Time for dessert,' Jim thought to himself.

"Hurry back, Mario. It won't be the same stuffing my gut without you." Jim said loosening the top couple of buttons on his jeans. His belly pushed out invitingly and he rubbed it with Mario.

"It's only for a few days. You'll be fine." Mario said. He gave Jim a long, wet kiss and squeezed Jim's gut tight against his own. "Be good."

"Will do," Jim assured him and went to the kitchen for a huge bowl of chocolate pudding with fresh whipped cream after Mario had left.

After stuffing himself with pudding, Jim went into Mario's closet to make room for some of his clothes. After moving boxes around and hanging up his clothes, Jim came across several of Mario's old yearbooks from his college years. He grabbed them up and went into the kitchen and got a gallon of milk out of the refrigerator with a one-pound package of Oreos. Something to snack on while he read through the yearbooks.

He leafed through the Freshman yearbook until he found the class picture of Mario. Mario was quite handsome, with strong chiseled features, a Roman nose, a bright blue eyes. His hair was longer then, but other than a few pounds he looked almost exactly the same.

Jim continued to go through the book and noticed that several classmates had referred to Mario using the initials "HGD". What exactly did that mean?, he wondered. He was about to go on to the next book, when a piece of paper slipped out. On it were scrawled several numbers in Mario's handwriting.

The numbers were Mario's measurements during his freshman year. Was Mario a former gainer? It seemed so. A date in October referred to page 67 of the yearbook. On page 67 was Mario's class picture. The measurements referring to Mario's picture told Jim that Mario weighed in at 158 pounds with a 28" waist, 38" chest, 10 1/2" arms, 22" thighs, and 29" belly. Skinny! Jimbo thought.

The other set of numbers referred to page 104 of the yearbook. Jim had missed this picture. In it, Mario was standing before a kitchen table, his belly pushing over the waist of his jeans nicely. Definately a Hunky Chunk! According to the piece of paper, Mario weighed 178 pounds with a 31" waist, 39 1/2" chest, 12" arms, 24 1/2" thighs and a 32 1/2" belly! It was dated June 3rd, 1989. That was about the size that Mario was now. Hot!

Jim snatched up the next book. Again he found a piece of paper with Mario's progress on them. Along with Mario's figures were ones for Hank, the professor Mario had told him about. On September 30th, 1989, Mario's class picture had him at 184 pounds, 32" waist, 40" chest, 12 1/2" arms, 26" thighs, and a 33 1/2" belly. Did some eating over the summer, huh Mario? Jim thought to himself. Hank's measurements were listed as: 195 pounds, 34" waist, 44 1/2" chest, 16" arms, 26" thighs, and a 34" belly. A faculty picture was on page 137 of the yearbook. Damn, Hank was a hot man!! Jim was looking at a guy of about 35 years old, short, blonde military haircut, broad shoulders and big pecs. Nice build. This is the guy Mario packed more than 100 pounds onto? Can't wait to see more pics of this dude.

Jim found Mario's next picture in the middle of the yearbook, dated February 14th, 1990. Valentine's Day! Man, he had grown! Jim thought. In the picture Mario was sitting with his side to the camera in the lunchroom. A newly grown expanse of belly sat on his larger thighs and his face was noticably rounder. A double chin beginning to show. Mario weighed 196 pounds!! His waist had expanded to 34", his chest to 42", arms 13", 28" thighs and a nice, round 36" gut! But Hank was the true gainer! In a separate picture on the same page, Hank was surrounded by about a dozen of the large 5 pound heart boxes of candy. His face was quite a bit fatter, but unfortunately the candy boxes covered most of his torso. The measurements were remarkable! Hank weighed 234 pounds in the picture! A gain of 39 pounds in four and a half months! What was Mario feeding him? Hank's waist was 37", his chest 46", his arms 17 1/2", 29" thighs and a big 40" gut. He signed his picture, `From one little piggy to another. LET'S EAT!'.

Jim paused to go to the bathroom and get something more to eat. His dick was hard as a rock beneath his own expansive belly, imagining these two studs pigging out in college.

Jim opened Mario's Junior yearbook and an entire group of photos fell out! Most of them had dates on the back of the summer of 1990. Jim referred back to the previous book and noted that Hank came into Mario's life in September of 1989. By 1991, Jim knew that Hank would have gained 130 pounds, but it excited him seeing him grow over that summer!

Each picture was of Hank. There were no photos of Mario at all. As the days passed, Hank got fatter and fatter! By the end of the summer, the last picture was dated September 8th, 1990, Hank tipped the scales at a whopping 266 pounds! Hank was bursting out of clothes in most every picture, his large belly pushing out before him in every angle. Also, in most of the pictures, he was laying or sitting in front of massive piles of food! Hank's gluttony was amazing! His now 45" gut pushed over his 40" waist, a testament of his piggishness.

But Mario's own gaining seemed to take a backseat to Hank's. There were no pictures of him except for his class picture, which showed his still pudgy face from the year before. Weight, 200 pounds. He had gained less than 5 pounds over the summer and into his Junior year! But Hank continued to expand even larger! The two pictures in the yearbook showed him at a plump 284 pounds!! His waist was now 42" and a 47 1/2" belly.

Jim snatched up the Senior yearbook. He had to see how Mario's college years ended. Jim was a little disappointed when Mario's class picture showed him actually SMALLER!! He had actually lost about 25 pounds over the summer!! His face had lost that roundness that Jim found so attractive. Whatever weight Mario lost, Hank definately found!! And then some!! The pictures of him over their final summer showed Hank at a tremendous 324 pounds!! He was an enormous blob of manfat!! There was a little sadness about that summer for Mario. A letter dated just before school started was from Hank. He was moving away and leaving Mario behind. He couldn't seem to handle all the jibes about his weight from his family and co-workers, so he left Mario. In the letter, he told Mario that he knew if he stayed that he may not want to stop getting fatter!! He loved his new bulk, but was afraid about his desires.

Jim was interrupted in his thoughts by the phone ringing. He hastily stashed everything away and answered the phone on the fourth ring before the machine could pick it up.

"Hey Jumbo!" said a voice on the other end of the line. Jim was hoping it would be Mario, but he recognized the voice as his police captain.

"Hi Captain! What's up?" Jim absently rubbed his furry paunch. He was hungry again.

"Remember when I said I wasn't able to get you into training this year? Well, I've got you in! You leave on Friday morning!" his captain sounded excited about Jim's acceptance into an exclusive training program.

"This Friday?" Jim questioned. He knew that Mario would be arriving from the airport from Boston this Friday morning. He was looking forward to picking him up and having him stuff him up good!

"Yes sir. You need to be on that plane for L.A. by 10:00 am. Drop by today and pick up your ticket. Talk to you then." Before Jim could protest, the Captain had hung up the phone in his ear.

`Fuck,' he thought. I haven't seem Mario in a week and now I won't see him for another whole week! Well at least I can pick him up at the airport and he can drive the truck home.

Friday morning came and Jim had reluctantly packed and headed for the airport. Mario had called the night before and Jim had broken the bad news to him. He was pretty upset, but said that they'll just have to make for lost time when he returned. This wholly excited Jim immensely.

At the airport, Jim was upset that Mario's flight was late from Boston. It would arrive only 10 minutes before he had to be on a plane to L.A. When Jim got upset, he ate. He had already consumed about ten dollars worth of food from the vending machine and was still munching away.

When Mario met Jim in the waiting area, he looked heavier! Jim grew instantly hard at the sight of Mario's belly stretching the fabric of his t-shirt. "Wow, looks like you put on a few pounds!" Jim commented, giving Mario a huge bear hug, their bellies pressing into each others.

"Just about 8 pounds," Mario replied, patting his rounder belly.

"I haven't gained an ounce since you left," Jim pouted theatrically. "We'll fix that when you get back, big boy!" Mario promised.

"It's great to see you," Jim said and hugged Mario again, "I left a surprise for you on the kitchen counter."

It was at that moment that I left Jim and entered Mario. Almost simultaneously, Jim's flight to L.A. was called and he stood there confused and feeling empty. Mario was equally disoriented. I took over for Mario and prodded Jim towards his plane. "You don't want to miss your flight. Call me when you get in."

Jim just nodded and turned away. He looked awkward maneuvering his bulk through the crowds, his big belly pushing him forward. Mario was much more sensitive to my presence then any man before him. His hunger raged inside him, demanding to be fulfilled. His gut growled and we almost ran back to Jim's truck. It was time to really eat now!!

Mario quickly ran to Jim's truck in the parking lot. He could think of nothing but food!! He jumped into the truck, stomach growling. I couldn't believe it! Mario was different from Jim in the way that he welcomed me whole-heartedly. Because there was no resistance to my increased appetite, Mario was doubly as hungry as Jim ever could be.

The ride home was a blur. Mario, leaving his luggage in the truck, ran to the front door and burst inside. He was uncontrollable. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his beefy, furry torso. He plodded to the kitchen to see what Jim had left him. On the counter was a large, New York style cheesecake. At least four inches thick. Mario's stomach growled in response. He went to the fridge and grabbed a fresh gallon on milk.

Mario pulled up a stool to the counter and gazed at the cheescake lovingly. He could no longer control his appetite! Mario plunged his face into the cheesecake, gulping down huge pieces of the sweet dessert. In minutes, the entire cheesecake was devoured, made a part of his swelling belly. "Yeah," Mario moaned, he took the gallon of milk and drank it down in large gulps. Each mouthful causing his belly to stretch even more!

Standing, Mario belched loudly, his stomach pushing out over his jeans. Mario had become obsessed with eating. He went to the cupboards and began emptying them onto the counters and dining room table. His goal was to eat everything he could, make a total and complete pig of himself! Mario began to feed on everything from chips to cookies to snack cakes. It wasn't enough. He wanted something more substantial without having to cook.

Mario grabbed the phone and dialed Domino's. He quickly ordered six large pizzas with the works. He unbuttoned his jeans, allowing his belly room to breathe. He stroked it as he thought of stuffing himself with food. He instantly grew hard. While waiting for his pizzas, Mario stroked himself off while fondling his swollen, hairy gut. Thoughts of Jim and himself growing to truly immense proportions excited Mario more and more. Before the pizzas arrived, Mario weighed himself. 189 pounds. Feels great.

When the pizzas arrived, it was only the beginning. For the next six days while Jim was away, Mario concentrated on nothing but eating and sleeping. His gut quickly stretched and grew to accomodate his gluttonous feedings. When Jim called, Mario did not let on that he was gaining. He wanted to surprise Jim. He looked at his new body in the full-length mirror. He was considerably heavier! His hairy stomach stretched out over his underwear, like a basketball! Even now, his stomach was full, but still hungry. He went to the scale before one final gut stuffing before Jim got home. 203 pounds! Fuck!, Mario thought. I've managed to gain 14 pounds in only six days! My stomach feels so big!

Mario walked out of the bathroom, his firm gut leading the way. A knock on the door. Lunchtime! His stomach instantly growled to be fed. The delivery guy stared at Mario's gut as he took the Chinese from him. He quickly paid the guy to get rid of him. There was enough food for a family of four! He had to get all this food into himself before Jim got home.

After dismissing the delivery boy, Mario sat on the couch and dug into the Chinese food. He ate like he'd hadn't eaten all day. Even though that morning he had managed to get to I-Hop and scarf down enough pancakes and bacon to make even the largest man blanch.

Mario leaned forward as he ate, allowing his paunch to stretch down between his thick, hairy thighs. `Wait'll Jim sees me! He thought he was going to be the fat one.' Mario laughed to himself and ate until he finally passed out, his belly completely packed with food, not a scrap left over.

Jim arrived back home a little angry with Mario. He had forgotten to pick Jim up at the airport, so he had to take a taxi home. He desperately wanted to see Mario. Talk to him about his weight gain. During the week, Jim hadn't gained an ounce, actually lost a few pounds. At first, he fretted over his fattened body. But now he was really beginning to like it.

The first thing Jim saw when he opened the door was Mario lying on the couch, passed out. Empty cartons of food were strewn all over the living room. Man, what a sight! His hot lover had been really porking out! Mario layed with his hand across his swollen, hairy gut. He must've gained 20 pounds, Jim thought.

Jim quietly walked over to where Mario lay. He knelt beside the couch giving himself a nice view of Mario's bloated gut. Gently, Jim stroked Mario's full stomach, running his fingers through his thick fur. Mario moaned. Jim leaned forward and inserted his hot tongue into Mario's hairy bellybutton. Mario stirred at the loving attention Jim was lavishing on his belly.

"Hey loverboy," Mario groaned. "Sorry I missed you at the airport." He tried to sit up, but Jim forced him back on the couch.

"You've been a busy little porker, haven't you Mario?" Jim teased, patting Mario's firm, fleshy pot belly. "Got room in that gut for more?" Jim stood up without waiting for an answer and took a package from the table.

"I don't think I can stuff another bite in me," Mario answered, rubbing his full gut.

"I brought you a present," Jim said, pulling a huge cheesecake out of the box. "I want you to eat all of this, fatboy." Mario's appetite seemed to awaken at the thought of being stuffed to the max by his hot lover.

"I couldn't possibly." Mario resisted, trying to sit up. Jim quickly pushed him back on the couch. Jim stuck his hand into the cheesecake and grabbed huge, heavy chunks of the sweet dessert.

Mario seemed to drool with anticipation. Next, Jim straddled Mario's bulk with his own, pinning him beneath his 240+ pounds. All Mario could see above him was Jim's swollen belly peeking out from beneath his t-shirt. "It's feeding time, my sexy hog."

Jim pushed the cheesecake into Mario's waiting mouth forcefully. "Eat it all up. be my big, fat pig." Jim ordered. In no time, the entire cheesecake was devoured and made a part of Mario's sore gut. Mario was afraid he might pass out again. Jim easily flipped Mario over on the couch and ripped his tight shorts from his body. He kneaded Mario's furry, bubble butt with his strong fingers. Mario felt he might burst with the pressure of Jim's bulk on him, but he was so excited anticipating what was coming next.

Jim removed his tight jeans and underwear and plunged his thick cock deep into Mario's fat ass. "Oh yes," Mario groaned. Jim massaged Mario's meatier shoulders and back, patted his swollen sides. "You're my fat pig now, aren't you Mario? Gonna fatten you up nice and huge! And, you're gonna make me bigger too!"

Mario was in immense pleasure. The thought of him and Jim growing enormous together pushing him to the edge. He came violently beneath his hunky lover. Jim's own cock spurting his hot come into Mario's fleshy backside, threatening to fill him up even more. Jim collapsed on top of Mario and whispered in his ear, "What's for dinner?"

The Freshman 15

To gainers and encouragers, the legend of the freshman 15, the 15 pounds that many beer swilling undergrads put on when first allowed to eat and drink without restraint, is the stuff dreams are made of. Bryan, one of the founding brothers of Beefyfrat summed up the significance of the added weight quite nicely:

"Its [the freshman 15] physically indicative of the transfomative quality of college into a man from the boy you were."

This is the first time many an encourager gets to see what they've fantasized about for all of high school actually happen -the sudden blimping of the ex-track star, the beer belly growing on the fratboy who parties just a little too much, the love handles pouring over the shorts of the ultimate Frisbee playing stoner who smokes himself stuffed night after night, the gut pulling the sweaters tight on the cute academic type who stays up all night studying and snacking.

A set of yahoo groups, College Guts, are dedicated to culling through various internet photo sites and finding prime examples of the well-fed undergrad. After the jump is a collection of some of my favorites from College Guts, although definitely not all.

Into the Fantasy

So, over the years I've read a ton of really terrible gainer fiction. Any effort I guess should be applauded, but a few stories really stick out a head above the rest. Since I don't know of anywhere it's posted, and I referenced it in my inaugural post, I figured I'd put up a story that was sent to me a long time ago by the author Cube. I don't have his e-mail address anymore, but I hope it's not a problem that I posted it -It's one of my all time favorites. Combining fantasies of bloated baseball players, chubby super heroes, and growing police men, this should make almost anyone hungry.

INTO THE FANTASY
By Cube


I don't know how it happened - when my world, my very existence began to make the shift. But at least it is a blessed relief to know that I am haven't gone off my rocker.

But let me start at the beginning...

I write. I write a lot as a matter of fact. History, fiction, fantasy...

Lots of fantasy.

Tales of superheroes and major villains. Men of the city and hunks of the wild. Spacemen, sports studs, actors... Oh heck, if its a handsome man, I try to do something both textual and sexual. My imagination could run rampant...

I generated tons of stories that bring up my deepest and innermost desires.

When I say tons, I have to confess I mean TONS, because I am a blatant and unashamed Encourager.

You know what that means?

It means that I long to be with a man or with men -- any number I guess -- who are getting fat. Of course I want romance to be in it too, but in all honesty, I would not mind a fling with at least one handsome man who is finding his belt getting tighter all the time...

I kept hoping that one day I would meet some guy who would let me love him and his growing figure. But in the meantime, I loaded sheets of paper with my stories, pictures, concepts, descriptions and narratives about swelling studs. Anything on this theme that I could I put onto paper. Somehow it made things seem at least a little more real.

In the meantime, I went about my usual business.

Every once in a while something would happen to me that made me wonder if I had dreamed it up. Everyone has had that moment. Haven't they? In my case it was seeing someone I had a crush on put on weight, reading about a celebrity sex-symbol I had fantasized over being seen with a belly or something like that. But this was only a part of everyday life. After all, if any of them came rushing to me, begging to have my love, or swelling up under my wishful gaze, I would have not been exactly overjoyed.

After all, this was reality I had to face and I think I did all right.

But then one night I went to bed and had the STRANGEST dreams. Now I mean strange in a very different way. After all, dreams are often fantastic things. Good or bad, they usually bring up at least a little of the peculiar. But that night everything that occurred in my dream was extraordinarily... ordinary. They were very mundane dreams. Me, going about and doing my usual stuff.

Not at all my usual sleeping adventure.

Then another part of the dream came. All around me in my bedroom were a group of men. They looked very familiar and they were whispering to one another. I could only get out bits of words like "...can he stay here?...," "...I want him so bad!...," "Give him time to get used to it..."

I woke up feeling very, very out of place. Still, I went through my usual morning, trying to ignore the feeling that I was out of place somehow.

On my way to work I passed a patrol car. I can't deny I like the sight of a handsome man in uniform. Especially if it is a cop indulging in the classic pastime of eating doughnuts. The idea of a good looking cop stuffing his mouth with pastry and filling out a paunch makes me feel very warm. If I had my way I would have all cops big bellied.

So obviously if I pass a police vehicle I want to take a quick look inside. And I did.

And nearly keeled over.

Two very sexy looking policemen was sitting in the car. The one seated at the wheel had curly black hair and the looks of a former model. His chest hair was curly too. The other one had a shaven head, a wonderful face and a beautiful dark skin with a smooth chest.

Now how do I know about the state of their chests?

Well these two policemen were sitting in their car, methodically pushing doughnuts into their mouths. They had unbuttoned their shirts, taken off their bullet proof vests, and let their large bellies fill out onto their laps. Every once in a while they would sweep the crumbs off the large rounds of their chests. They were so lost in the pleasure of the doughnut that they didn't even seem to pay attention to my gawking at them.

Shocked, I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed this.

Nobody had seemed to take the slightest attention to these two bloating cops.

I closed my eyes and opened them hoping that I wouldn't see it either when I reopened them.

But the fat cops were still in front of me, munching placidly and resting a hand on their fleshy fronts. Suddenly the officer behind the wheel reached forward to get something from the dash of the car. His gut flopped onto the wheel and startled me as it sounded the horn.

I took off, still too shocked to be turned on.

Trying to figure out what was going on in my mind, I cut through the park. People were out and enjoying the morning sunshine. I would have enjoyed it too except I suddenly saw a jogger putting on a beer belly.

Now this itself would not be a surprising sight in itself. Many men develop guts. A lot really do gain weight rapidly. But this was a 'before-your-very-eyes' type of thing. I mean he was jogging along, the very image of a studly young gym-stud and all of a sudden I saw his shirt swell out above the waistband of his running shorts. I mean the washboard waist began taking on washtub proportions!

"What are you staring at?" the swelling man asked -- not unreasonably. He didn't even seem to notice how his belly-button was now inching below his shirt.

I could only stammer some silly answer and walk quickly away. I didn't even dare look back...

"I'm going crazy!" I thought as I finally got to the office. I was too scared to think about what I had seen anymore. Getting to my desk, I threw myself into work.

Right as I was heading out to lunch my phone rang. It was my boss.

"Could you come into my office?"

For more busy work I assumed, as I put down the receiver. As bosses go, he was a constant pain at times, but I survive. Its just a shame that he is so sexy looking - at least for me. I mean he has the cutest little executive belly. I enjoy the way he fills his suit with the buttons pulling against the gentle pressure of his rounding shirt. And oh how that man has been trying to shed the pounds! Heaven help anyone who mentions that he is a little plump! Actually, because of (or in spite of) how obnoxious he can be, I have featured him in more than a few stories where his worst fear comes true and he begins to suddenly pops a few buttons and fattens up rapidly. Of course as the executive grows, he is assured of his sexiness by the hero who makes out him in his office...

I have to admit I was thinking of those stories when I went in and closed the door. Suddenly he got up from his desk.

"Am I getting fat?"

"I beg your pardon?" I stammered, floored by the question. After all, not many men ask their employees that sort of thing. Especially when the answer is so very obvious.

"I asked if you think I am getting FAT?" There was worry in his eyes.

"Um not really..." I answered. I wasn't going to risk tangling with the issue - hell, I liked a steady paycheck.

"I'm glad you think so..."

Suddenly he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his pot belly. He smiled as he looked into my face.

"Am I still sexy enough for YOU?"

Oh boy!

What do you do when your boss begins to act out your fantasy...

...and then kiss you hard?

I'll tell you what I did.

Kissed back and tried so very hard not to freak out.

He felt so good with mouth against mine and his arms around me. I let my hands run around his middle, enjoying the feel of the shirt as his belly stretched it so smooth.

"This is impossible" I thought. "It can't be real..."

Suddenly I felt him trying to back me against the desk. From the pressure at his thighs, I knew what would be next. I couldn't deal with this. It was too WEIRD!

"What the *#$@! Are you doing!?!?" he demanded to know as I slipped out of his arms. Before I say anything, a button popped off his shirt.

We both looked at the belly that was now pushing out between his shirt buttons.

"Don't go" my boss said urgently.

I WAS going!

"Stay... please. I'll lose it, I'll diet. Just don't go because I'm so FAT" My boss whimpered.

This was twisted. Here was my Boss was begging for me afraid I'd reject him because he was fat. At the same time I could feel him getting fatter. As he clutched at his inflating flabby gut and whined, I slipped out, praying he wouldn't follow me. Maybe it was cowardly but I couldn't cope with it all. I still wasn't even SURE what was happening!

One thing for sure. I was thinking about fat hunks WAY too much!

I made it through lunch all right. When I got back, I prayed that my boss wouldn't be around. To my relief he was never out of his office. It seemed forever until I could leave work and headed out.

On my way home I followed my usual routine and cut through the park. It was the usual pleasant crowd on a warm late summer afternoon. Things seemed normal again to me and I relaxed. I stopped by a group of men playing basketball. Some of them played shirtless, their bare chests glistening with the heat of the game. A few of them had enough fullness in the middle to really catch my eye. All of them were very nice to watch so I sat on a bench near the field and decided to enjoy the game.

I wasn't a little regretful to see the game finally wind up. The men were still on the field collecting their stuff and I got up with a sigh. How often did I long to be approached by just one of those men - heck, any of the guys in the park!

"HEY."

I turned around to see the men on the field signaling to me.

"Could you please come here?" a big brawny tan man asked politely.

I didn't feel too worried. There had been enough red ribbons, rainbow theme T-shirts and other clothing to let me know that they were not the sort who would hate a man watching them.

"Did you enjoy the game?" another fellow asked kindly.

"Sure. You were all great to watch in action."

Suddenly a chunky guy with a hairy chest pulled me close to him.

"I'm glad you said that!"

"Thanks," I said feeling flustered (to say the least).

Imagine my surprise when I felt the pressure of another male body pressing from behind.

"Hey you guys let me get a chance at him!" Another masculine voice called.

"What about me?"

"Don't hog him!."

In moments, I was being groped at by dozens of hands, that pulled at my shirt, my trousers, my crotch... Not only my basketball players, but joggers, skaters, bicyclists. I was at the center of a crowd of men all interested in getting at me.

How often had I dreamed of something like this. Now it was happening and I wasn't very happy with it...

Pushing to the ground, I somehow just managed to wriggle through the sea of legs that were still trying to move ahead and feel me.

Maybe even more than feel me. A LOT more. When I looked up, I noticed that a lot of the baskets above me were VERY overloaded...

I made it out of the crowd when they noticed I was getting away. A sea of men moved at me. A sea of men all handsome, hot and horny...

For me.

My usual Mondays were NEVER like this.

I began to run, knowing that if they ever got me, walking would be VERY painful afterward.

From the safety of a tree, I watched them all searching for me. My mind kept yelling that this was INSANE. These things only happen in stories, STORIES.

Suddenly something clicked.

I once HAD written up a scene like this. A scene where a group of love crazed men chased the object of their desire for several sexually charged pages.

Then I thought of my boss in the office. The fantasies I had created about the sexy inflating executive...

It was as if my dreams and desires were happening, If I could be on top of the situation, I would have everything I ever longed for. But I had to be ahead of the game. Stuck in the tree I was far from ahead of it -- if anyone below knew where I was, I would have had my first gang-bang.

It was very late when I finally snuck home, but while I was treed, I had had all the time in the world to work things out. In fact I was kind of looking forward to waking up the next day.

At night the same mundane dreams formed in my mind. Wandering about, cleaning house, filling out papers... I heard voices again too, this time louder.

"He's figuring it out...," "Good then we can finally be with him...," "I want him so much!..." Obviously they were talking about me.

Walking to work that morning I was more than a little afraid my conclusion in the tree had been wrong. What if I was going bonkers?

Then I passed a patrol car.

Inside was a very slender officer.

Nibbling a carrot stick.

My heart sank.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?"

I had nearly passed by the car completely when I heard that question. I turned and went back to the window where the cop was now waving me over.

"Sure."

"My partner went in to the bakery at the corner to pick up some supplies. Can you tell him to get his can back into the car?"

I knew I was pushing it when I asked, "Do you want anything too?" But I had to know if I had been right.

When the policeman heard me, he thought for a moment and looked unhappily at his carrot stick. He grinned and replied, "I shouldn't be doing this, but could you ask him to pick up a few turnovers for me - apple?"

"No problem."

I headed to the bakery, a smile of relief on my face.

Inside I found his partner rather busy with a tray of cinnamon buns. No one seemed to notice that he was simply scarfing down. Or that he had untucked his shirt so that his belly was now sagging out from below.

"You partner is waiting for you?"

"Hmmm?" The cop lifted his head in a daze and then realized. "Oh shit! He's waiting?"

"Oh and he wants you to bring some turnovers too." I added daring to pat the fleshy skin that showed over his belt. He smiled as I stroked him and whispered into his ear.

"Make it a tray for him too!"

I left the bakery whistling and slipping a slightly cinnamon-y scrap of paper with a phone number in my pocket. Then I headed straight into the park...

"Hey there he is!"

"Don't lose him."

Quite a few of the men from yesterday afternoon were still there and were still after me. But now I knew how to handle it.

"Hold on! You really want me?" I said.

"YEAH!" the crowd said.

"Well the moment each of you men gain at least forty pounds, I'll think about it."

All the men milled around looking puzzled.

"He wants WHAT?" "FORTY pounds?" "Put on weight?"

"You heard me," I told them, "at LEAST forty pounds and I'll take each of you, starting with the fattest stud first!"

I saw a few men begin to head in the direction of the snack stand and I smiled and pointed at them. "Hey guys, don't let those men steal a march on you!"

Giving me some longing looks, they all headed off for food and to make me deliver on my promise. I walked of chuckling over how many musclemen would be larding up just to get ME.

At work, I walked straight into my boss' office. He was seated at his desk wearing an extremely tight suit. Well actually after yesterday's encounter, I could assume that a lot of his suits were now extremely tight.

"I have something to say to you!" I said as I locked the door. My boss blushed and tried holding his chest out.

"You are becoming a fat pig, you know that."

"No..." my boss whimpered.

"Cut it out" I said as I poked a finger into his pudgy shirt front. "You hate being fat don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, you are going to get fatter Mister."

"Oh no!" But even as he moaned, we could both see the flesh of his gut push out.

"Oh yes! You are going to get a big fat belly and that chest of yours is going to really bulk out," I added as I squeezed a nipple that outlined in the stretching fabric.

He moaned again, but this time happily as I played with his expanding tits.

"You are going to burst out of that shirt fatso!" I said as I poked a finger into his dominating navel. Sure enough I could hear the snaps of threads giving way against his swelling torso. As he struggled to get his jacket off I smiled to see how his shirt sleeves began to separate at the shoulders. He was now a very sexy twenty pounds fatter.

"I can't stop!"

"Of course you can't stop you SOB!" I said fiercely as I stroked his broadened chest. "Anytime you get together with me, you are going to get fatter and fatter..."

"I can't. I won't lose it..."

"Then you can't have me, chubbo." I pulled away from him.

He looked at me. Then at his own oversized waist. Then at me again...

He got up and walked over to me as well as his tight pants would let him. I smiled as I watched his belly flop out when he opened his belt...

Down we went on the carpet, tossing off our clothes, or should I say I got naked and helped my boss wriggle out of his confining pants, briefs... even his socks took effort...

But was worth it... TRUST ME....

It was pretty much empty in the place when I opened the office door to leave. I could see my boss in his washroom standing naked in front of a mirror. He was holding his new-swollen paunch. "Good night fatso!" I said sweetly as I left...

Whistling I headed for home, cutting through the park of course.

None of the men could be found playing their usual games, or jogging, or just hanging around. Instead every man I saw was hunched over food - hot dogs, hamburgers, French fries, goulash - you name it. And they all had their eyes on me. Almost every one of them had a gut that looked stuffed and yet they were still chowing down.

But I was in control now. I sat down beside a very muscular man who was making his way through several cartons of pizza and began to stroke his belly. He moaned happily and formed a wet spot in his shorts. Putting down the pizza he began to lean towards me for a kiss.

"No, you don't," I said, "first the forty pounds." At that he began eating eagerly.

Unlike my boss, they were all fattening up at a normal weight. Which gave me time and I kind of like the idea of having each man present himself to me in the hopes that he had become fat enough to be worthy of a night with me.

This was getting to be very ego-boosting.

Leaving the men to their broadening activities, I walked by the little open air theatre in the center of the park. Usually there is always some sort of summer cultural event going on. A small classic quartet, drama, avant-garde stuff...

I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw a group of fat men in tights performing modern dance. Still, I was and I have to say that I sat in that theatre amazed as I watched them move. Some fat men really do know how to move and in those tights everything bulged out marvelously from the contents of the dance belt to the chubby cheek of some of the rounder faced dancers. I was amazed to recognize some of the men on stage. A good number of them were very well known dancers. Yet they were all here and all FAT. I sat through a wonderful performance, even if I care more for the dancers than the art of dance itself.

As I got up to leave, I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard a low voice "This way." I turned to see a very attractive dancer in a flowing shirt and colorful tights grinning at me. Needless to mention, he grinned broadly.

Making our way back stage, my guide announced to the other dancers, "He's here!" In a flash I was being hugged by a large group of - well - large dancers. They all seemed to know me very well.

They ought to since I once wrote up a story of a fat ballet troupe.

Each happening was making the truth become clearer to me. Every story I wrote, every fantasy I had was becoming true. Not merely in a magical way, but blending into a part of my life. I wrote about my boss getting fat, well now he was soon going to get stuck in doors. I wanted to be the stud a man would do anything for, well I now had a whole park of men feeding themselves silly to put on forty pounds for me. Nor can I forget those blimping cops and the massive ballet company.

At least this wasn't insanity. -- Thank heaven! -- It was a new actuality based on everything I longed for...

And as I helped those beautiful fat men peel out of their tights, I knew I was going to enjoy this existence.

But why was I here?

For the rest of the night as I lay amidst the sleeping bodies of the wonderful, loving dancers, I could not stop wondering why.

Even though I risked rocking the boat I had to get an answer.

Eventually...


When I got home, having gotten a lift from the Ballet Troupe's hotel by a VERY obliging mounted officer (have you EVER ridden horseback with your arms wrapped around the big firm gut of a simply GORGEOUS man? Trust me, you should!), my phone was ringing off the hook. My boss needed me in his office DESPERATELY!

Well, solving the situation would wait for a little bit!

I was a little late when I got to the office as you can imagine.

"Where have you BEEN?" my boss barked at me. He still hadn't learned from our time together and was wrapped in what may have been the last suit he could still feel comfortable in.

"Don't yell at me, Blubberbutt" I said as I shook my head. As I said that I heard a ripping sound.

I knew where we were going to go this time...

"I bet your getting a REAL big ass" I murmured as I began stroking his doubled chin as I heard his pant giving up the ghost. The white cotton of his underpants was now easy to see as it pulled tight where his suit trouser gave way...

My boss stood up and I watched the remains of his suit drop around his ankles. His brief stretched obscenely now, pulled even tighter by a raging erection.

I began to rub it through the cloth, admiring how it strained more and more to get out of the tightening underwear.

"You are really packing it on big guy..."

"I can't be bigger..." he denied.

As if to disprove his words, my boss' briefs split wide open, letting his cock thud up against the underside of his belly.

I began to rub it back and forth against his gut. With every swipe of his rod, my boss' gut seemed to surge slightly more forward and downward. I buried my face into that widening surface, kissing his slit-like navel.

"Ooooh YES!"

"You like how that feels against your flab, don't you big guy?"

"uh...huh...!" he gasped already too far gone to worry about his new gain...


"It's about time!" my boss shouted angrily over his mineral water. He had discovered that he had put on three pounds over the weekend and he had been an ogre all day...

"The LAN was down, I had to run out and get the files on diskette," I responded as I put the printouts on his desk.

"Well, I need the rest of the numbers out by tonight, dammit!"

"I'll get it!" I said, swallowing hard, trying not to let him see the anger boiling in me. I walked out of the office and started setting up the new calculations on my computer...

This was going to take hours and the lousy ***hole wouldn't care less that I had spent a small fortune on theatre tickets for tonight... Even if he didn't really need these number till next week.

"Damn, Damn, DAMN!!!" I said as I punched the keys....


I woke up with a headache and feeling FURIOUS with that bastard. Then I heard my boss' snore above me. It took me a while to clear my mind and remember that "that bastard" was now stark naked and forming a very comfy pillow with his considerable middle.

Covering his sleeping form with a couple of coats, I dressed and slipped out of the office.

It had been only a dream, but it was also a slice of my old life. I was no longer just curious about why I was here. It was more than that now. I wanted to know what had happened to the day-to-day world that I used to live in. I also needed to know what direction this life was going to take.

I walked home, trying not to pay attention the masses of massive men who were seemed to be flaunting themselves all over the place. Getting home, I sat down to think the whole situation out without distractions. I made myself a cup of cocoa and looked over all the old papers I had still kept of my stories and art. I knew they all fit into this - wasn't that obvious? So did those ordinary dreams and that nightmare.

Someone - who knows anymore? - once stated the idea that at times dreams and fantasies are really another reality seeping into the world we know. Our imagination just creatively defines them - or definitely creates them - I am not sure...

In my case it seems that instead of the other reality seeping into my world, I seeped out. All that was left of what had once been reality were the dreams that I had - the dreams of the old regular day to day life...

But people just don't SEEP out!

And if this was my world, what would happen to it if something happened to me?

My mind began to race forward, pulling things apart and putting them back together. When I knew I had an answer, I thought it all through again in a nice warm bath.

After making sure I made sense - and getting a bit water-pruny -- I got out of the tub...

Got dressed in my sexiest outfit...

Walked to the roof of the building...

And JUMPED.


Before I could even feel the downward rush, I felt something whiz through the air and grab me with a strong hand.

A something in a mask... With a cape... And an almost obscenely over-packed set of tights.

Now I knew what I needed to know.

In a moment the Muscled Avenger had set me down on the ground.

"What the hell were you doing!?!" the superhero demanded to know.

"What do you think, Eddie?"

"Eddie? I don't know who you are talking about!"

"Oh cut it out, Eddie. I created you when I was ten and the name MUSCLED AVENGER was silly even then. Besides, this whole place is based on MY imagination isn't it?"

"Yes" The Muscled Avenger said.

"But why?"

"Because we love you!"

"WE?"

"We - every character you ever created." The superhero said, "You have a very strong imagination. We felt your mind powerfully over here and we knew that we wanted to be more than just images in your mind. We had to feel you, be with you and," here the Muscled Avenger licked his lips and rubbed the bulge running down his thigh, "act out some of the erotic stuff you always fantasized doing."

"So why in hell didn't you tell me in the first place?" I asked as I watched the swelling crotch that was straining his spandex.

"We were scared it might unhinge you, we... ahh... wanted you... oop... to get used to it first..." Muscled Avenger shifted uncomfortably, his hand on his thigh. He was WAY ahead the game here.

"I nearly DID lose it," I answered glaring at him. Glare as I did, he only smiled at me hopefully and look wistfully at my groin. "I am not ready for THAT right now."

"Eeep!!!" the Muscled Avenger answered in a disappointed squeak. Then I was treated to the unusual spectacle of a superhero coming in his tights. So much for all that "Super Control" he was supposed to have!

"You hypersexed IDIOT" From the bushes, the evil Dr. Gorbel came out of hiding looking very irritated. Not evil -- just annoyed.

Seeing his long time foe, the Muscled Avenger went into a defensive pose.

"Oh cut it out M.A.," Dr. Gorbel said in annoyance. "Right now we have more to do than act out our usual plot line." He then turned to me. "My dear young man, can't you see that this whole world hinges on you being here?"

"Yes I do. And you brought me here, didn't you?"

"Of course. We couldn't be there so we had to bring you here."

"To be your toy, or plaything?"

"Oh no, no... Has anyone made you do something you didn't want to do? Look at our embarrassed friend here," Dr. Gorbel motioned at a violently blushing Muscled Avenger who was trying unsuccessfully to hid the rapidly spreading wet spot in the front of his tights. "M.A. here couldn't touch you, overloaded as he was-- I do say, M.A., you really DO come buckets don't you? -- We could never control you here. As we told you, this world is a reality that is linked to YOU. We can bring you into it but that is all. If anything, we can be YOUR playthings."

"Would you want to be MY playthings?"

"If that's what it took to be real to you."

I stood there looking at these men in front of me. The best work of my early teens. I had to hand it to them. What sort of writer doesn't want to see his creations take on their own life?

And as I took a look at them, I still felt the same feeling I did when I did a really good drawing of them. And I have to admit, I still found the bad guy somewhat more of a turn on. The sleekly evil face of Dr. G., made me wonder why I stopped drawing him. He was - I confess - far sexier than Muscled Avenger, handsome as the hero was. But then again, villains are always easier to keep interesting than full time heroes...

And they wanted to be real for the man who fantasized about them. To share their world with me even if they knew that it would no longer be just their world. I was being offered an alternative to the world of dulled hopes and unsuccessfully chasing after dreams. Hell, hopes were shiny from use here and dreams were chasing ME!

"Of course, we would even send you back if that's what would make you happy."

I didn't have to hesitate to answer that!

"Hell no!"

At my reply, The Muscled Avenger looked relieved if a bit sticky. Dr. G. grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. He may have been evil, but the kiss was GOOD!

"Can I call on you soon?" Dr. G. asked happily.

"If I don't put you behind bars first." The Muscled Avenger said.

"Oh, go dry off, Monica!" Dr. G. said before rushing off.

"Who else am I going to meet?" I wondered aloud.

"A lot of men," The Muscled Avenger said wistfully, "Just give it time..."

He looked so pathetic as he stood there gazing longingly at me. I felt a little sorry for my Superhero so I took his hand and smiled. "Come back upstairs, Eddie" I said as I led him to my place.

As I bent over to put his tights in the wash I felt the Muscled Avenger pushing behind me. This time, I smiled as I felt his stiff cock, glad that he had the standard super endurance...


In the morning, as I lie in bed, an old saying comes to my mind. The one that states that when the fates want to punish you they give you all you longed for...

Opening my eyes, I smiled as I saw the stocky figures in bed with me. The sun was streaming in allowing me to better admire the charms of the three undressed sailors who are laying beside me. (Well why not sailors!).

Seeing them I know for sure that whoever coined that saying had no idea what they were talking about...

One by one I tickle them and wake them up.

"Good morning, sexy"

"Rise and shine, love"

"Wakey wakey, cutie..."

Sitting back on the mattress (I had to give up on my bed after the Legion of the Chubby-Heroes smashed it to bits. I hosted a beer-blast for them. After guys like Inflato, Major Massive or the Engorger tap a few kegs, their mass can really push down! But that's another story) I watch them getting dressed -- struggling to get their sailor whites on...

"Can you help me get these zipped up?" One sailor presents his overstuffed pants, the fly wide open with a very long firm obstacle.

"You're just getting too chubby to fit in those pants" I say with a smile.

"Well can't you help anyway?"

"I could use help too," the second mariner approaches me as he tries pulling his shirt to cover the lower half of his round belly.

"Don't forget me!" The last man adds, hiking up his pant over his massive moon.

So I let the navy join me -- again.

After the sea branch of the armed forces leave for their ship - looking very whale-like and quite happy -- I take a call from the manager of the Buffalo Bisons. I promise to be there to after the team wins tonight. I'm the official mascot of the team, and in my case the duties of mascot include a lot more than just being there. Actually, I may be the only mascot who never can be at his team's games.

They get too horny.

I think they'll probably take the pennant. Not bad for a baseball team where each player is at least thirty pounds fatter than average. Beer bellies, love-handles, ham thighs and all, they are beating the pants of the other teams on the league. Never mind their own pants. The pitcher has split more pant-seats on winding up...

Actually I never wrote up a pitcher who did that, but who am I to knock an improvement like that?

Finally I leave the house. Naturally I have to stop and chat with the policemen parked at the corner nearby. They had just started this beat a month ago. Very slim men too, I remember.

"What's new?" One of them asks.

"Well, I heard that an increasing number of Municipal Policemen have to go off on disability -- for extreme overweight."

"Can you imagine?" One of them murmured and he wolfed down another doughnut and adjusted his belt under the sack of belly fat he was growing. "We're still slated for the Super-bowl this Sunday?" He asked when his mouth was clear.

"As long as you guys show up -- in uniform."

The other officer nodded, burped, and tried to redo the button that just popped open where the steering wheel pushed into his middle.

"Then its fine with me." I said as I left them. I figured that by the end of the Superbowl, I'd have two huge cops in my living room who would be too fat for even the biggest uniform the Municipal Police Force had to offer.

As if that would be a problem!

Strolling through the park I am stopped by very tall man who is all but falling out of his outgrown jeans.

"I topped another thirty pounds this month."

"Great," I say as he pulls up his shirt to show off his hard earned belly. It is a beautiful example of beer consumption, hanging hard round and very firm. I have been working my way through that crowd in the park and sometimes I will ask a particularly sexy guy to fatten up a little more if he could. Because of this, lot of them are proud to show their bellies now. It's a sign that they had me (and vice versa).

"Evil Doer!"

"Try and get me now, you great big caped lummox!"

As I round the corner, I see the fiendish Mass Master running away from a crowded phone booth. How many villains did I create to change the size of people? Obviously, they clearly enjoy their work.

Approaching the booth, I have to keep from giggling when I see the noble upholder of right, Mister Superior, looking very perplexed. For one thing, the waistband of his tights are around his knees. Unbound, his growing crotch wedges Mister Superior into the back of the booth.

"Zapped again, Charles?"

"I heard a cry for 'Help' and rushed in here and changed from my identity as mild mannered CPA..."

"And he got you in a frontal attack."

"Kind of..."

Crack! The constant pressure of the fleshy ram cause the door to finally break off its hinges. Charles shuffles out, holding his overly abundant endowment like an oversized bat.

"How long will it keep growing?" I ask , watching the hero trying to hide the swelling hugeness of his penis and balls with his cape.

"Last time, he got my ass growing for an hour."

"I remember that." I say with the warm smile of memory. I put an hand on the sensitive underside of his head (the lower one). "Want to wait it out at my place?"

"I was hoping I could. We might as well enjoy it while it lasts..." He said, leaning back slightly to balance the weight of the log in front.

"Taxi!"

Well you can't expect a man in his condition to fly!


Later on, a somewhat more streamlined Mister Superior drops me off at my office building. Everything is running as always and I go into my boss' office and smile at him. He smiles back nervously as he tries to suck in what stopped being held in a long time ago.

"Hiya Tubby."

"You're late..."

"Had to help out a friend."

"It's keeping you away isn't it?" My boss says "You've been away for over a week!"

This is true. I realized that the sex for both of us gets more intense if my boss works himself up into a fat-induced frenzy of fear. And its nice to treat him to some of the anxiety he used to spread around the office. But those aren't the main reasons. In truth I care too much for this jerk to want to overload his body. So sex and gaining in limited doses seems to be best.

So now I say the words he hates and yet loves to hear.

"What's it to you, Thunderbuns? You just can't stop getting fatter can you?"

"Please."

"And fatter..."

I hear the seams begin to split on his custom tailored suit (he is too vain to get the XXXL stuff off the rack and forget about those stretchy tentlike workout clothes) as the blubber begins to grow. He groans as he feels his cock stiffen in the midst of his growing thighs and gut.

"I bet you're stuck in that chair."

"Oh, oh..." He can feel his thighs beef up and wedge into the chair arms. I see his belly working out of his shirt. My boss is just about to burst out of the suit and the chair and it is only getting him more desperate to come. He still hates how fat he is getting, but the sexual charge he gets out of bursting yet another suit and making love with me keeps him in thrall.

After lovemaking, I shall measure him and call up the tailors for a new suit.

With room to grow.

After all, he can't help it here!

What man can?


THE END

Where to begin

As an avid encourager, I figured I should use my obsessive combing over of all the various gainer/encourager websites and my penchant for blogging to create something to give back to the community. What is an encourager you ask? The writer Cube gave what I think to be one of the best answers in one of his stories:

"It means that I long to be with a man or with men -- any number I guess -- who are getting fat. Of course I want romance to be in it too, but in all honesty, I would not mind a fling with at least one handsome man who is finding his belt getting tighter all the time..."

For me, helping a guy grow, cooking for him, just generally enjoying a guy get fatter is the basic fiber of what turns my crank.

What is a gainer then? A gainer is a guy who willingly makes himself fatter, embracing it, enjoying eating to excess, and relishing the process of expanding. Whether it be 10 pounds or 100 pounds, there's a confidence in a true gainer that I find totally intoxicating.

Gaining and encouraging tends to be a gay thing, although there is the very rare and elusive straight gainer that crops up once in a blue moon. Any and all should feel welcome here, but, being that I'm gay, this blog will have a decidedly gay bent to it.

So, before this gets too long, I intend to make this blog a collection of what I believe to be the cream of the crop of gainer and encourager culture. Stories, movies, pictures, art, anything I find online or in my archives that I think really stands a head above the rest.

I'll leave you with my favorite drawing by the artist Warren Davis, the godfather of gainer and encourager art.