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(I believe this email is outdated -if anyone has the author's contact info, let me know)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

The Journey of the Yellow Shirt

Yeah, so, this guy's progression is absolutely beautiful.

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Impressive isn't even the word. Epic. Keep growing bigguy.

The Gainer & Encourager Twitter List

So, as you guys most likely already know, I'm on, and love, twitter.

You can follow me here

Twitter just recently added the Twitter Lists function in a beta testing capacity, and I decided I was going to make as comprehensive as possible Gainers & Encouragers of twitter list. It's cool, cause you can follow the list instead of needing to follow all of the Gainer & Encourager types one by one, and I'm gonna do my best to keep it current as new guys pop onto twitter. So far there are about 75 gainers and encouragers on it (including some of the cutest guys on BeefyFrat, I might add).

If you want to be added, just shoot me a message on twitter (@GetASnack), or email me at GetASnack@gmail.com, and I'll be more than happy to include you.

Twitter is a really neat resource for gainer and encourager types, as it sort of provides a kind of slow, but real time avenue to channel your encourager-y impulses, or get some quick encouragement to finish those last few cookies. But most of all it's fun.

To recap:

Follow me here (@getasnack) (Cause I made the list, I can't be on it)

and

Follow the Gainers & Encouragers of twitter list



Happy tweeting and eating. haha

Don't forget!

It's November 1st! Go stock up on discounted Halloween candy boys. No excuses :P Gotta get a jump on the holiday weight gain! Just remember -if you start pushing yourself today, you could be 20 or 30lbs heavier by New Years. Exciting, no?


This public service message was brought to you by The Encourager and BellyBuilders Moderator OneOddGuy.

Gym Bodies

So, a lot of the time I focus on guys getting really big, and I tend to overlook the really sort of hot, tender moment where a guy finally chooses to let go and gain. It's a moment full of passion, excitement, and if shared between two loving boyfriends, usually a lot of tenderness and relief. It's a sweet little story, a quick but satisfying read.

I remember reading this back when I was just realizing that I was into guys, and into growing guys at that, and this story really gave me a great sense of relief that there could be a sweet, sensual, tender connection between guys into all this stuff.

Hope you guys enjoy.

Gym Bodies
by J.B.

"Well, what will it be this time, Twinkies or cupcakes?", Rick pondered as he surveyed the rack of junk food. He had stopped at the grocery store on his way home from the gym to pick up a few things. He glanced into his basket - diet soda, fresh fruit, skim milk, and orange juice. After a tough workout he felt like treating himself to something bad. It was a habit of his, working out every day, watching what he ate, but once in a while splurging on junk food. "Hasn't hurt so far," he thought. At 5'10" tall Rick weighed in at a solid 180 pounds, well-built with the washboard abdominal muscles and 32 inch waist he had labored to achieve. Topped with sandy brown hair and wearing shorts an a tight white tank top, he presented a very attractive package.

"Big decision, isn't it?" a deep voice behind Rick questioned. "I prefer the Twinkies myself", the voice continued. Rick turned to see where the voice was coming from, and when he did he was pleasantly surprised. He found himself taking a quick inventory; black hair and blue eyes, beard and mustache, 5'11", about 175 pounds, well defined muscles, tight abs, very attractive. Rick smiled back at him.

"Whatever I choose I'll have to pay for at the gym tomorrow".

The other man laughed. "Tell me about it," he said, "but that isn't going to stop me, either." They stood for a few minutes talking about what gyms they belonged to, reps and sets, free weights and nautilus. "The name's Jerry", the stranger said, offering his hand. Rick introduced himself as he shook Jerry's hand. "Listen, I've got an idea", Jerry said then.

"As long as we're both being bad why not do it together? You pick a box of something and I'll pick a box of something and we can go back to my place and enjoy it. Besides, if two guys are doing it together it cancel out the guilt." With a laugh, Rick agreed.

"Want a beer?" Jerry yelled from the kitchen of his apartment.

"Sure, why not - may as well go all out" Rick yelled back from the couch.

"In that case, I'll order us a pizza, and we'll probably need this stuff too" Jerry said as he entered the room carrying a half gallon of ice cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, 2 bowls, and a six-pack of beer. He handed a can of beer to Rick, noticed his raised eyebrows, an said "Oh come on, how often do you really let go, really pig out? From the looks of that hot body of yours, not very often". With a grin Rick gave in, noticing the stirring in his crotch and the beginnings of a hard-on at Jerry's words. Two hours later the ice cream and sauce were gone, as were both boxes of Twinkies, and they were finishing their second six pack of beer. Only 4 slices of pizza were left in the box.

"May as well finish them" Jerry said. His tee shirt was rolled up, and his belly looked rounded from all he had eaten.

"I can't", Rick mumbled, "I'm really stuffed." He had his feet propped on the coffee table, his tank top stretched over his full belly, and his gym shorts pulled low to relieve the pressure on his stomach. He ran one hand over his midsection, surprised at how hard and full it felt. Oddly enough, he also felt horny.

"Sure you can", Jerry said, gently stroking Rick's full belly, "here, let me help you". He picked up a slice of pizza and put it to Rick's mouth, and with a little pressure pushed it in, rubbing Rick's belly the whole time. He then stuffed 2 more slices in, gently but firmly ignoring Rick's mumbled protests. Part of Rick wanted to get up and leave, this was going too far, he had eaten way too much. But a bigger part of him was enjoying the sensation of laying back with a full belly and having a hot man caress it, and the moment Jerry had shoved the food in Rick had gotten an instant, raging hard-on. "There's one slice left," Jerry said, "why don't you help me out?" Rick leaned over and shoved the pizza in, rubbing Jerry's distended abdomen as he did an noticing the growing bulge in Jerry's shorts.

They staggered off together to Jerry's bed, where they rubbed each others bellies and jerked each other off. Full and slightly drunk Rick and Jerry passed out together.

Rick opened his eyes the next morning to see Jerry standing in front of the mirror. "Good morning - just checking things out - doesn't look like there was any permanent damage". With a smile Rick laid back with a hand on his own stomach, remembering how full it had been.

"Shit, we ate a lot last night" Jerry said coming back to the bed.

"I know, I can't remember ever being that full, " Rick said, "but you know... it felt kind of good - it made me horny as hell."

Jerry looked at him for a second, then said "Yeah, me too." He paused, then asked "Did you ever want to just say fuck it? Fuck the gyms and the work-outs always dieting, always worrying? Just eat whatever you want, whenever you want, forgetting the sit-ups, and just letting yourself go?"

"Sometimes," Rick answered slowly, all of a sudden unsure of himself. Years of commitment, of sweat and hard work, and long hours at the gym, and, he thought, of denial. But to throw all that away...?

"Then why don't we?" Jerry practically shouted, "we can go for it together - pigging out, gaining weight - partners in crime". He laid a hand on Rick's stomach, "What do you say?" Drawing a deep breath, and remembering the sensuality of the previous night, Rick agreed to it.

"Great!" Jerry exclaimed, "and we'll keep track of our progress - pictures, weights, measurements - we're going to have a blast!" He kissed Rick long and hard, and said softly "and we're going to do it together".

One month later, Rick woke to the smell of bacon frying. It had been a month of gorging themselves, of constant eating and drinking.

Big, greasy breakfasts every morning, fast food lunches, and huge dinners after work washed down with gallons of beer, followed by sweets and desserts until bed, where they would lay for hours, rubbing their bloated bellies together, exploring each other's changing body - the thickening middles, the rolls at the sides, the softening chins. Rick loved to lay back and let Jerry run his tongue all over his full stomach.

They had discovered that the various weight gain products the had taken to build muscle also helped to add fat, especially when mixed with generous helpings of ice cream. They would take turns force feeding each other, each helping to stretch the other's stomach. With slight smile, Rick ran a hand over his stomach. Gone were his washboard abs, replaced with a soft, round pot belly. He could feel the love handles forming at his sides. This morning would be a special one - it was the start of their vacation. For the past month they would squeeze in as much eating as possible around their jobs, and of course on weekends. Now they had 1 month of uninterrupted gluttony, and they were going to make the best of it. "Let's go my little piglet, breakfast is waiting - on the scale!" Jerry yelled as he entered the bedroom. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts, and his developing spare tire hung over the waistband. Rick climbed on the scale, and waited for Jerry to read it. "196" Jerry said, as he wrapped the measuring tape around Rick's waist, "and 34 inches; now it's my turn. How much?"

"189", Rick replied, "33 and 1/2 inches around the middle".

"Not bad", Jerry commented, "16 pounds for you and 14 for me - we're off to a good start." He took Rick in his arms and rubbed their bellies together, asking "Any regrets?"

"Only one", Rick answered with a smile, "Its taking too long. I want a big gut and I want it now! Let's eat!"

Breakfast consisted o mounds of pancakes drenched with butter and syrup, and piles of bacon and sausage, soaked in grease. The sight of the table alone gave both men a hard-on. They tore into the food, washing it down with glasses o weight gain shake. When Jerry started to slow down Rick grabbed handfuls of pancakes and shoved them into Jerry's mouth, followed by chunks of butter, and syrup poured in straight from the bottle. Jerry moaned with pleasure, his hands dropping down to caress his expanding gut as he sucked the last of the syrup out of the bottle. Rick and Jerry staggered off to the bedroom, laying on their backs to keep the pressure off their bloated bellies. "I'll be right back", Jerry said.

He disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a funnel and 2 large pitchers of weight gain shake. Rick eyed the funnel; "I'm already real stuffed" he said, "and we've never tried that before." Jerry smiled and caressed Rick's belly.

"It's time we tried - one for you and one for me - this will really bloat us out," he said as he gently inserted the funnel into Rick's mouth, and poured the drink in. Rick's belly felt a if it would burst, as it protruded rock hard into the air. He groaned, combination of pleasure and discomfort as the heavy liquid poured down his reluctant throat. He also felt a raging erection starting as his belly expanded. When the last drops had been poured in Jerry removed the funnel and lay back in the bed. Rick rolled over and, struggling to work around his swollen belly, poured the weight gain shake into the funnel, now stuck in Jerry's waiting mouth. At the same time Rick massaged Jerry's hard dick, bringing him to orgasm as he drained the pitcher into Jerry's mouth. Jerry shot load after load, covering his bloated belly with sticky cum. Rick knelt over him, swaying under the weight of his over-full gut, and shot his load all over Jerry, collapsing next to him as the last stream shot from his dick. They lay there bell to belly, and Jerry whispered "and that was only our first meal - imagine what the rest of the vacation will be like".

The rest of the vacation was beyond anything in Rick or Jerry's wildest imaginations. They spent days and nights gorging themselves, wild feeding sessions followed by sex made more erotic by the feeling o their distended bellies rubbing together. Rick would cover his swollen gut, chest, dick, and balls with chocolate sauce and make Jerry lick it off, burying Jerry's face in the soft fat that was growing there. They would set the alarm clock for the middle of the night and take turns pouring pitchers of weight gain concoctions into each other. After hug meals Jerry would hoist Rick's legs in the air and, his bloated gut resting on Rick's, shove cookies or donuts down Rick's throat as he fucked him, slapping his balls into Rick's newly soft, rounded ass, their developing paunches grinding together. They would stuff themselves with beer and pizza, and then lay in bed in the 69 position, taking turns on top and feeling the erotic thrill of the others full, expanding gut pressing down on his face, being buried in a mound of flesh. At the end of the month the results were impressive. Rick weighed in at 217 pounds, and Jerry at 212 pounds; both measured 38 inches around the waist. Muscles were softening, and covered by fat. Firm asses were now soft and fleshy. Tight abs and lean chins had been replaced by paunches and double chins. Jerry shaved his beard just so Rick could see the soft fold of flesh growing there. And neither man wanted to stop. "Well tomorrow it's back to work", Rick said as he lay next to Jerry, kneading the soft rolls spreading over Jerry's sides, "too bad it has to end."

"Does it?" Jerry asked. "I've got some money saved up, plus sick days, plus..."

Grub-On: Magic Potion or Placebo?

My pal DarknessShadowL from Beefy ordered some Grub-On Appetite Enhancer, so, I asked him to write a review of it when he and his boyfriend tested it's effects. Here's what he wrote:

Grub-On: Magic Potion or Placebo?

The answer is that either way, it works and works well.

Appearance: The bottle it comes in is rather sketchy looking, to be honest, looking like something made in a basement or by a do-it-yourself home chemist.

Ease of Use: Drinking Grub-On is no problem, just add it to water (or whatever) and slowly drink it making sure to swish it around your mouth and then hit the food.

Taste: Very weak, almost unnoticeable. Not unpleasant at all, could easily be added to someone else’s drink without them noticing…



Value: Great, with the use of only a few drops per use, Grub-On will last through many big meals.

Effect: This is what everyone cares about: Can Grub-On make me eat more? And in my opinion, I would say definitely. Adam and I ate dinner, came back to the room and killed some time (a couple hours) and I had some Grub-On and then we went to Buffalo Wild Wings and I had the 24 piece boneless wings with no problem. With someone pushing you to eat more, I was able to get in bite after bite without even feeling full, although my gut was getting rounder and rounder. This was followed by a large bowl of banana pudding (Southern style, not instant from a box) and this pushed my gut to a new size and roundness that I had never achieved before. I was able to lay back and chow down while being completely comfortable watching my gut swell up more and more as Adam fed me without slowing down. Grub-On turns you into an eating machine.

Verdict: Buy Grub-On, it probably won’t work for everyone, but I had awesome results with it.



Although you can get it from many places online, at various prices, DarknessShadowL bought his from this site. I also heard via my twitter that ubergainer GainerguyCdn felt that Grub-On had "some semblance of effective on a very minor scale." Though I haven't tried Grub-On personally, I would posit that at nearly 450lbs, GainerguyCdn's appetite couldn't possibly be enhanced much more. A big thanks to DarknessShadowL and GainerguyCdn for their input, and happy stuffing guys.

Guinea Pigs

So, this is one of my favorite stories, by the ever talented Cube. A boatload of navy sailors slowly but steadily outgrowing their uniforms and getting really tan = my idea of paradise. Give it a read, it's great.

Guinea Pigs

The cruise liner Millard Fillmore lay at pierside as military personnel milled around, preparing the U.S. Navy requisitioned vessel for its mission. The vessel was a hive of activity as provisions were loaded, equipment adjusted and quarters made ready.

"I don't get it," the quartermaster puzzled as he watched crate after crate of supplies being lowered into the hold. "They want us to use most of the staterooms as storage too. How long is this ship going to be away from port?"

"Want to hear something even weirder?" His deputy said as he hung up the telephone, "I just found out the total complement for the Fillmore. Just a skeleton crew to man it, a medical staff and, get this, only FIVE HUNDRED men for 'passengers.' That ship can carry thousands and it's only going to have a few hundred!"

The quartermaster whistled.

"Well, I've learned one thing as a navy man. When things get strange, its better not to ask too many questions."

At 01:00 hours, the USN Millard Fillmore quietly sailed out towards high seas. On board, were 500 navy men, a mix of officers and enlisted personnel. They had all come aboard exhausted by the battery of tests and procedures they had been put through on shore. Too tired to ask questions, they simply went to the staterooms that were issued to them and quickly fell asleep.

Next morning, the men assembled in the ship's dining room. All of them were prime navy specimens in peak physical condition, filling out their uniforms with their firm, muscular builds. As they stood in rows, the Captain of the USN Millard Fillmore, Edward Gorb and the chief medical officer, Doctor Alex Raund walked to the front of the room.

"Men, you were all carefully selected by the Navy for this mission," the Captain began, "while you are aboard the Fillmore, all regular protocal is suspended. Officer or Able-Seaman, rank will make no difference here. You are all comrades and nothing more. Only the officers and crew of this ship are authorised to enforce any orders. But don't worry, these orders will be kept to a minimum -- just understand that these rules have to be obeyed no matter how unusual they seem."

Captain Gorb nodded for Dr. Raund to speak.

"You men are here as a control group to test a special metabolic formula. It is designed to help men easily endure extreme conditions of combat -- hunger, cold, exhaustion and so on. At every meal you will get a dose of the formula and your reactions to it will be recorded. As a control group, you will not be required to do anything but relax and let me and my staff do our work. The regulations you will live by during the time you are aboard will reflect this."

Two crewmembers walked in and placed a huge sign on the wall.

REGULATIONS:

1. NO FRATERNIZATION WITH THE SHIP'S CREW.
2. ATTENDANCE AT MEALTIMES IS MANDITORY.
3. FORMULA IS TO BE TAKEN BY ALL MEN -- NO EXCEPTIONS.
4. STRENUOUS PHYSICAL ACTIVITY IS TO BE KEPT TO A MINIMUM.

When the men were dismissed, they looked over the sign, talking quietly to each other in disbelief:

"We lucked out!"

"What funny stuff are they gonna give us?"

"NO RANK!?! I wish my lieutenant was here!"

Each man was given a small cup of flavorless clear liquid.

The men looked at their mess trays, piled with food. Hungry, they began to eat, figuring that they could always leave the rest over. Throughout the dining room/mess hall men joked about their meal.

"Hey, I can't eat all of this!"

"I'm hungry, but not THAT hungry!"

"I'll be over the rail after this!"

After the first few forkfulls, talk ceased as the men, overcome by a powerful wave of hunger, started to cram food into their mouths. In no time at all, the trays were cleared. Men staggered out, loosening tight belts and belching as they felt their stuffed middles.

Given no duties and allowed to enjoy all the amenities of a cruise ship, the men began to relax and enjoy themselves. Sailors sat back in deck chairs, improving their tans. The pool rang with the cries of men splashing away at each other. The non-stop regimen of loafing and eating soon began to tell on their bodies as uniforms got snug.

One by one, men were called into the ship's hospital and given a thorough exam. All physical developments were noted, especially changes in weight and size. After the last man was checked out, Dr. Raund ordered the dose of formula to be doubled...

"Hey John, do you have a pair of pants I can borrow?"

"Shit, I split another seam!"

"This underwear, musta shrunk in the wash!"

"My jersey is beginning to rub my nipples raw!"

These were some of the remarks the men made as they dressed for breakfast. They cussed as they stretched out their uniforms, yet they eagerly ate meals that had been made even larger. The sailor's tapered waists filled out, lovehandles rolled over their belts, thighs strained against inner seams and pectorals pressed against shirts. Following orders, they all ignored the changes and concentrated on enjoying themselves.

All, that is, except for one certain Lieutenant Jordan Hefton. A bodybuilder before he joined the navy, Jordan carefully maintained his body. The moment a tiny pauch showed on his trained figure, Jordan began to leave his meals unfinished. Soon Dr. Raund was informed that Lt. Hefton was secretly pouring away his dose of formula.

At Jordan's next exam, the Doctor casually mentioned Jordan's loss of weight.

"I haven't been too hungry Doc."

"Well let me give you a full checkout."

Dr. Raund ushered the Lieutenant into a room that held a wide, padded examination table.

"Undress and lie down on the center of the table please."

Jordan complied with the Doctor's orders and soon he was stretching his muscular frame out on the table. Suddenly four medics grabbed his arms and legs, strapping them to the table.

"What the hell!!!" Jordan struggled in surprise.

"You have missed out on a lot of doses Lieutenant Hefton, disobeying one of the few standing orders on board this ship," Dr. Raund explained in a calm, clinical voice, "Captain Gorb thought you should simply be clapped into a brig and brought back to port for a court-martial, but I figured that we could have you make up for it instead -- perhaps outstrip the progress of the others!"

The Doctor fastened a mouthpiece to Jordan's face. Attached to it were two wide, clear tubes that led across the room to some machinery.

"One of these tubes will give you your dose of the formula, Lieutenant. It will be a much bigger dose, but it will help you get ready for the food supply that will be delivered by the other tube."

Jordan pulled frantically at his bonds, but they held tight. His eyes scanned the room for some sign of help, and fixed upon a large digital display attached to the table.

211 lbs.

It was his weight. He was on a gigantic scale.

"Bon appetite!" Dr, Raund said as he pushed a button setting off the machinery. He left Lt. Hefton alone in the room waiting for the dosage to begin. Picking up his head, Jordan could see his reflection in a large mirror at the foot of the table. He also saw the stream of fluid race up the tube heading towards his mouth...

The days passed by pleasantly on the Fillmore. Soon even the slimmest of the sailors sported a hefty beer-belly pouring out of a straining uniform.

Time does not pass by without men feeling the need for close companionship. Naturally, the sailors began to pair off, meeting quietly in each other's staterooms. A side effect of the formula seemed to increase a man's sex drive and power. The sailors not only found sex enjoyable but as flab covered their builds, they found their experience even better than before. The heavier men soon found themselves becoming "sex objects," who were openly pursued by their comrades.

The influence of the formula, combined with the sensations of sexiness caused the men to stuff themselves even more. To meet the demand, the mess was kept open on a twenty-four hour basis. Even in the small hours of the morning, men could be found busily clearing their overloaded trays.

"What a gut!"

"Thats one helluva belt-buster you have on you!"

"Man, you've ripped your fly open!"

"Let me help you fill that mouth of yours!"

Sailors were now freely expressing their admiration for each other. Throughout the ship, men could be found feeding each other, having belly-rub sessions and other, more intimate encounters. Eating contest became a brief fad, first involving shirt- button bursting, then belt snapping and so on, until some sailors were competing to rip out of their briefs.

Other men were content to grow at a slow but steady rate, leaving open or off, articles of clothing as they outgrew them. They could be seen, walking the decks with paunches and chests pouring out of their unbuttoned shirts. As the ship was cruising in a mild climate, the men felt no discomfort as they discarded their outgrown shirts, pants and eventually underwear. Many of the men were soon clad only in their caps as they walked about, their constant hard-ons stretched out underneath the fat bellies, thighs and butts that they were so proud to display. There was no exhaustion from the added bulk due to the strengthening effects of the formula. Even the biggest man among the sailors handled his size as if he hadn't gained a single ounce.

All this time, Lieutenant Hefton was strapped to the table in one of the medical rooms. He was kept neat and clean by the medics while the formula did its work. Jordan had become a mammoth-eating machine, automatically swallowing his portions of formula and food. As the weeks passed Jordan got fatter and fatter. He had watched his trim middle thicken and swell up and his tight pectorals loosen and fill out with flab. The mirror let him see his thighs and ass bloat until his belly got too big for him to look over it easily.

He was now a vast 628 pounds.

The loss of his figure no longer bothered Jordan. Instead he was consumed by an unfulfilled, rabid desire for sex. The increase that the formula had given his sex-drive was overwhelming. When Jordan had been smaller, he watched his cock and balls in the mirror, growing and throbbing with the need he could not satisfy. Even now, buried under the sag of his paunch, Jordan felt them getting bigger and harder. He could wiggle his flab and fantasize until he shot off, but it wasn't enough. He dreamed of being with men -- big, beefy men...

Late one night, a party was thrown for the last sailor to completely outgrow his uniform. As the men partied, gorging, dancing and enjoying one another, Ablle-Seamen Nick Grosse and Bruce Guddle wanted a moment of privacy. Two of the handsomest, fattest men aboard the Fillmore, they were tired of being interrupted by other eager sailors who wanted to join in their togetherness.

They passed by the ship's hospital.

"The medics won't be here, they're all asleep in their quarters."

"Great! Lets go in..."

Jordan awoke from his frustrating dreams to the sound of two amazed voices.

"WOW! He's HUGE!"

"I thought I was the fat stud!"

He saw two men come around from behind his belly. It was a fantasy come true for Jordan, not one, but TWO, count 'em, TWO ATTRACTIVE, HUGE, BEEFY MEN!!!

He tried to speak

"MMMPH-MMMMMMPHHH!!!"

Damn mouthpiece!

Gently, Nick removed freed Jordan's mouth. Swallowing hard, Jordan spoke. The first words came out in a whisper...

"What is it fatboy?" Bruce asked kindly.

Jordan swallowed again and slowly and clearly enunciated the words that he had wanted to say for a long time:

"FUCK ME -- PLEASE!!!"

The two seamen looked at the Lieutenant, admiring his attractive face, his chins smoothly leading into the drooping pecs, the mountainous belly, thick legs, plump ass, all shaved smooth by the medics, round and well defined by the musculature underneath.

Hot as they had been for each other, now Nick and Bruce could only think of having pleasure with the magnificent whale of a man lying before them.

Loosening the straps that restrained Jordan, Nick and Bruce climbed onto the table. Jordan sighed happily as he felt their arms wrapping around his gigantic gut, nuzzling and playing with it. Soon they pulled his belly up...

"WHATTA COCK!!!" the two seamen chorused.

Jordan's cock was as like a baseball bat, long, hard and firm. Its head was tremendous, all round and red. Nick and Bruce admired the erect, twitching member rooted over two massive balls.

Nick knelt down to it, while Bruce continued to knead and rub Jordan's expanse.

Nick and Bruce reached heights they had never dreamed of, in their efforts to satisfy the sex-starved man. Dawn found them all huddled together in a happy, exhausted sleep...

"What can we do now?"

Nick's eyes popped open as he heard Captain Gorb's voice.

"All the proper guidelines were followed!" Dr. Raunds answered.

"Hey guys, listen up!" Nick whispered as he nudged Jordan and Bruce awake. Blearily the saw him point to an ventilator which they had opened during the night for air. Loud and clear the voices echoed into the room.

"Guidelines. Your formula has turned five hundred perfect sailors into fat, rutting slobs! What are you going to do?"

"As captain isn't that for you to decide?"

"Cut the crap Doc! This was your show and the Navy will want to see the results. The armed forces aren't too keen on having their men waddle home."

"They know that the men would put on weight."

"The implication was that they would get a little paunchy. Dammit! The smallest sailor is nearly 400 pounds. I thought you knew what you were doing!"

"We'll just have to cut off the formula cold and starve them down to size."

"What kind of a doctor are you?!? Five hundred starving men going through withdrawal! It might kill them!"

"If you like your rank, captain, you will keep silent!"

"All right! All right!"

"Now let them continue for a while longer..."

Nick, Bruce and Jordan listened in a fascinated horror as they heard this discussion of their fate and the fate of their comrades. Finally, Bruce reached up and closed the vent.

"They're out to kill us!" Nick muttered.

With a quiet hum, the pumps to Jordan's feed mask switched on. As the formula flowed through the tubes, Jordan grabbed up the mouthpiece and placed it against his lips. Like all other men, he needed the formula now and if the supply was going to be cut off, he'd damn well better grab what he could.

Bruce pulled at a tube.

"Its MINE!" Jordan cried.

"OK, OK!" Bruce replaced it. As he watched Jordan eagerly suck in the liquid, he bagan to look thoughtful...

It was 02:00 hours when the men gathered in the main lounge. None of the crew thought the gathering unusual, as they were used to seeing the sailors gathering for mass orgies. However, once in the lounge, the sailors sat down quietly waiting for Nick and Bruce to give their urgent message.

Men gasped in disbelief at what the two sailors had told them. They could feel their stomachs rumbling in protest at the thought of losing their regular dosage and dieting. Some of the men cried for mutiny, but Nick calmed them down.

"We have a better idea, but we need all of you to cooperate..."

Smiles and laughter greeted the plan. Without any hesitation, the men unanimously agreed to help carry it out...

By day, Jordan lay strapped to the table, a placid mass of gluttony. Night after night, a group of fat sailors visited Jordan's room. After they freed him, Jordan would go to the formula pumps. By now, Jordan knew how to adjust the machinery and with the help of a hulking seabee, had altered the plumbing so that a single valve sent a rush of formula into the ship's drinking water tanks. After dosing the water, Jordan joined the men for a night of enjoyment. The sailors agreed that Jordan had become one magnificently fat king stud and there was no shortage of men who wanted to join in this 'nightly mission.'

Within a few days, the men noticed that the ship's crew was beginning to load their mess trays. Even Captain Gorb and Dr. Raund were taking longer at their meals. Winks and nudges followed the crewmen who started to show a little weight...

Captain Gorb sat on an exam table, trying to close the buttons over a pronounced potbelly.

"Why am I so hungry now Doc? I'm eating like a horse and my clothes aren't fitting right."

Dr. Raund faced the Captain, his hands resting on his own growing middle as it poked in between the buttons of his shirt.

"I think its guilt over what we have to do. The moment we reach port everything will be back to normal."

Several weeks had passed since the night of that fatal discussion between Captain Gorb and Dr. Raund. Since that time, the entire crew of the USN Millard Fillmore had been ingesting the formula in greater and greater amounts. Not one man had escaped gaining. However, no one said a thing about it. Getting back into shape meant dieting and that was the last thing that the newly addicted eaters wanted.

Growing fatter, the crewmen began to attract whistles and leers from the "passengers." Now oversexed themselves, the personnel of the Fillmore began to risk breaking the NO FRATERNIZING rule with the big, naked men around them.

RRRIIPPP!!!

The chief engineer heard his trouser's back seam give way as he sat down at his desk.

"SHIT!!!" He thought, "the last pair that fit me!"

He had worked his way through one spare uniform after another. No longer able to fit in his shirts, he left them open, showing off a healthy gut topped off by a set of plump rounded pecs. The chief engineer was becoming fatter without a doubt, but so was the rest of the engine room personnel. Split seams, swaying bellies and moons from overflowing backsides were commonplace now -- kind of sexy. But the chief engineer wanted something more to his taste -- something bigger.

"Hi."

The chief engineer looked up from his desk.

In front of him was a MAN. Curly hair framed a soft wonderful face, sagging soft pectorals begged for nipple-play, the gut hung out with the promise of pinning him down easily and out from between the great meaty thighs was a cock, peeping out from under the heft in full erection.

The chief engineer took a slow, deep breath.

"You shouldn't be here sailor."

"Call me Rick."

"I'm Cal," the chief engineer replied without thinking, "Hold on, you aren't supposed to talk to me!"

"All right."

Rick quickly leaned forward, his belly shoving aside the papers on the desktop, and held Cal's face. All Cal could see was a pair of lips approaching him. The engine room filled with whistles and cheers as the chief engineer lost himself in a long kiss.

"My quarters, NOW!" Cal said urgently, his cock throbbing against what remained of his pants.

"Sure!"

Captain Gorb tossed and turned in his bed. For the past few nights he couldn't sleep. Every time he fell in a doze he thought of the first officer, a good looking young man, and would wake up embarrased and with a throbbing hard-on.

Tonight was no exception and Captain Gorb couldn't take it any more. He sat up, feeling the paunch that rested comfortably on his thighs, and reached for the ship's phone...

"I rally have been pigging out," the Captain thought as he examined his face in a mirror. Instead of the clear cut, "disinguished," face, he had always seen reflected back, he now noticed a softness to his features and a full blown double chin. Looking at his waist he saw the fullness of his middle that had forced him to resort to observing his duties clad only in his underwear.

Upon the first knock at his door, the Captain let in his first officer. He was in uniform, or rather, crammed into his uniform. His jacket was undone, revealing a shirt that had the lower buttons undone to allow for a growing paunch. A belt, straining at the last hole, divided the roll of fat around his middle into two layers. His expanding ass and thighs pulled his trousers tight, forcing a well-endowed crotch into clear outline. Captain Gorb thought he had never seen anyone look sexier.

Closing the door to his quarters, the Captain threw himself onto the surprised, but willing, man, stripping off his tight clothes. Massaging the first officer's love handles, Captain Gorb led him into bed...

The NO FRATERNIZING rule ceased to exist as far as the crew and officers of the Fillmore were concerned. When off duty, the crew of the Fillmore indulged in all the pleasures of food and sex that were available. Aided and encouraged by the massive sailors and driven by the formula, they fattened up quickly until it was impossible to tell whether a man was a member of the crew or the control group.

The mess staff had ballooned as well. Turned on by the fatness around them and the way the men appreciated their cooking, they outdid themselves in their duties.

After Captain Gorb had let himself go with the first officer, he became a prime example of a fat, horny man of authority. His officers had kept up the outward pace with him to the point where the Captain had to limit the wheelhouse capacity to five men. Any extra personnel would prevent them from moving around easily. Working with his huge naked officers made Captain Gorb long for the moment where he could rush off with a big stud for a session of mutual stuffing.

Everybody had lost themselves over to a life of enjoyment, except for Dr. Raund. Guilt and embarrassment had made him keep closely to his quarters.

"Somehow we must have all gotten affected by the control group!" Dr. Raund thought as he looked at himself in a mirror. Like all the other men, he had rapidly filled out, watching his skinny frame bulge and sag until he too was forced to walk around nude. His cock rose in a powerful erection under his blubbery stomach, but still Dr. Raund kept to himself, remaining unsatisfied. At night, dreams of Lt. Hefton, the elephantine jordan, began to invade his sleep. Jordan had topped 700 pounds and the Doctor was lusting for every ounce...

Jordan, sound asleep after another wonderful but tiring night, woke up to feel a pair of shaking hands undoing his bonds.

"Its me, Dr. Raund -- Alex!"

Shifting into a sitting position, Jordan looked at the Doctor. He smiled with satisfaction as he saw the immense bulk of the man.

"He must be over 450," Jordan thought.

"You can go. No charges will ever be brought against you!" Dr. Raund babbled as he reached under his bellyfat to calm his throbbing cock, "but please -- I need you!"

Lt. Hefton looked at the lust crazed man in front of him.

"Why the hell should I?"

The doctor began begging and pleading. Jordan watched him, enjoying the performance, then ponderously walked over to the doctor, the feeding tubes in his hand.

"OK," Jordan said with a wide grin, "but get up onto the table..."

Son the Dr. Raund was strapped to the table, watching his belly growing in front of him, as the rush of food and formula, a larger amount than he had ever given Jordan, shot down the tubes. The numbers on the scale display were steadily increasing, but Alex no longer cared, as he felt Jordan's presence on him...

Naval personnel waited at the pier, expecting the USN Millard Fillmore's arrival. After a radio silence of months, they were eager to see the results of the experiment.

Hours, days and then weeks passed without a sign of the ship. A full-scale sea search was called, but the Fillmore could not be found...

After several years and a major lawsuit with the cruise company that had provided the ship, the Navy sealed the files, giving up on ever discovering the fate of the USN Millard Fillmore and its men. Naval funding on metabolic research was cut and the entire episode forgotten...

There is an uncharted south sea island, teeming with vegetation and small wildlife, far from shipping lanes or flight paths. Once uninhabited, the island now features a large cruise ship, grounded in a big lagoon that sports huts all around its banks. Undisturbed by the outside world, the men of the USN Millard Fillmore, live their days in pleasure, enjoring the placid weather and plentiful food of their new home.

The last drop of formula had been used up years ago, but men who have consumed entire shipload of the fluid are bound to have its effects become permanent. Still happily getting fatter, the men handle themselves with the ability of slender atheletes. They are impressive sights as they roam the island, their majestic bellies preceding them. Eating, drinking and having terrific sex, the men have no problems with poor health or weakness. An undiscovered side-effect of the formula has even prevented aging from being a problem.

Two enormous men lie on a grassy hill, shaded by palm trees. They belch softly as they look at the remnants of the long meal they had consumed. Rolling over onto his gargantuan paunch, one man offers his tremendous ass to the other, who gets up and hoists up his own huge paunch, to reveal a cock that is bigger than ever...

The happy moans of Jordan and Alex float through the air, bringing smiles to the men who hear it.

Ah, paradise!

Gaining Perspective, A New Blog

I wanted to write a quick post and let you guys know about a new blog on the scene, Gaining Perspective. It's smart, it's hip, it's not your typical spank-bank material gaining blog. Thoughtfully written by SFBayDude02, one of the most successful (he's put on something like 155lbs since he started college) and intelligent gainer/encourager types I have ever met, I am eagerly awaiting more posts. Check it out, and as always, get a snack ;)

Troy Comics again!

Thought you guys might want to know that a new strip of Troy is up and Rigo is flaunting his gut. Now we just need another guy into Rigo cause of his belly, not in spite of it. It'd be so New York Times hip if Rigo admitted he was into his belly and went with it... But prolly wishful thinking.

Google Wave

Got your attention? ;)

So, this isn't gainer/encourager related, but, I'm hunting for a google wave invite, and I figured I'd ask my readers if anyone had an extra lying around. I'd be ever so grateful and I'm sure would find a way to pay my lucky reader back somehow.

My email is getasnack@gmail.com if anyone has any :)


New post sometime later this week.

Update: Got an invite thanks to a super generous pal on Twitter. :)

XJock is back

Just wanted to let you guys know that XJock's blog is back, now hosted at http://xjock.net -I've written before about how hot and excellent his stuff is, so, I'm glad to point you guys to it's new home.

Troy Comics

Now, I know some of you have seen this, but, with the recent re-expansion of one of it's main characters Rigo, Michael Derry's Troy deserves a mention as it's one of two gay comics that handles getting fat in the gay world (James Asal's Adam & Andy being the other).



Some of you may remember that Rigo previously packed on weight after rediscovering carbs.


After heading to the Manrod bear bar, Rigo was picked up by a "chubby chaser" who actually seemed to be more of an encourager since he was seen trying to pack the pounds onto Rigo (See the first pic in this post). Rigo actually seemed quite comfortable with his new belly, as long as he had a guy who liked it too.


Once Rigo started having a lot of sex again, the weight dropped off, but, since his most recent dumping by his on again off again love interest, he's been comforting himself with carbs again.

I don't know where Mr.Derry is gonna take this storyline, but, I am a fan of Rigo settling into a chubbier body. Troy is updated twice a month, and, apart from the gaining storyline, is generally a cute comic and a fun read. Check it out!

The Freshman 15

I recently noticed that MTV has starting pushing http://www.freshman15.com/ and informational/support/casting/buzz creating site for their upcoming reality show where college kids who have gotten fat since going off to school try to loose their new poundage. While I am generally against the premise of trying to loose the Freshman 15, there is most assuredly going to be some fun before and after eye candy in the first few episodes.

And who knows... They're still casting it. Maybe some particularly daring and exhibitionistic college age gainer will pretend to want to loose weight to get onto the show and then have MTV catalogue his expansion during filming... Ok, I know I'm fantasizing at that point but, haha c'mon guys, I bet one of you wants to. And you'd have some great before and afters to show to the casting directors of how you've gained weight recently ;) I bet a gainer could get cast on this easily.

Just don't actually loose anythin if you get cast. Then I'd feel terrible for even bringing up the idea.

Alright, enough of my fantastical ramblings. Check out the site for a couple of kinda cute real life stories of college guys packing on weight Freshman year and beyond.

The Best of the Best: August 20, 2009

So, this video is amazing. It was posted by BellyBurst a year ago, and I meant to post it then but didn't for some reason or another. I think is pretty much without parallel in the gainer video world in terms of the effort and wit with which it is put together. Even though the guy isn't the biggest gainer I've ever seen, creative camera work and a beautiful double entendre with the choice of music make this video brilliantly stand out. And it doesn't hurt that the guy has a beautiful body, even though like most men, it could use a few more lbs.

A Happy (and true!) Story

A friend of mine, IWantASixPack on Beefy, recently came out to his boyfriend about all of his interests in gaining. I know a lot of you either have been, are, or will be in a situation where you’re dating a really great guy, and you won’t know how to come out to him about all this stuff, so I thought it could be helpful to pass along his story. It's kinda sappy, but, excellently written and a true story so, here it is, in his own words:

This was it. I couldn’t keep my secret any longer. Elliot and I had been dating for almost a year and a half, and I still hadn’t told him about my gainer fantasy. I mean, I literally had been dropping hints for over a year. But, unfortunately, these hints sat in a massive pile, untouched and misunderstood.

I needed to be up-front. But, fuck, I was so afraid. You see, over the past year, Elliot had put on a significant amount of weight – almost 50 pounds. So many fears and anxieties formed in my head, like: What if he tried to accuse me of fattening him up?

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. What would happen if Elliot didn’t understand my “fetish”? What if he thought I was a freak and refused to fulfill my needs when we were fooling around? I couldn’t bear the rejection. And, on top of that, I was beginning to fear that maybe I needed to be with someone in the gainer community who could truly understand what turns me on.

I stared at Elliot’s devastatingly handsome face, and rubbed my fingers along the stubble on his chin. With my other hand I caressed the dark red stretch marks on his newly-formed love handles. He asked, “What’s up babe? Something seems wrong!” I insisted nothing was wrong, but inside my head was spinning.

Deep breaths.
OK, time to be reasonable. Elliot is in love with me, and I’ve done things for him in the bedroom that don’t necessarily turn me on. I fulfill his needs, so wouldn’t he be happy to do the same for me?

It was definitely time to take a chance. “I guess… what I’m saying…,” I began, but the words wouldn’t come out. Why was I so ashamed? I wasn’t hurting anybody, and there are MUCH more unusual fetishes out there.

Finally, I got it out: “I get turned on by the idea of a dude putting on weight.” I searched Elliot’s face for judgment or disapproval, but only saw his gorgeous smile.

Then the words wouldn’t stop exploding from my mouth. I had so much I wanted to say. I explained to Elliot how the process of gaining turns me on, and how it’s something I realized at a very young age. I relived with him when I saw The Santa Clause in theaters at seven years old, and got an erection. He innocently teased, “…So Tim Allen turns you on?”

That night, before bed, Elliot told me he had an idea. He gave me a tight pair of work-out shorts and a tiny black singlet (wife-beater). With a smile I asked, “What’s this all about?”

Elliot replied, “Put them on, chubbs…,” and left the room for a few minutes.

What ensued was one of the best sexual experiences of my life. Elliot pretended to be my personal trainer, and I was his client who had gained weight, despite his efforts. “I told you to do those squats, fatty, but look at these thick, fat thighs,” he whispered into my ear while grabbing my chunky legs. He continued, “But I’m glad you have these love handles, you big beefy boy, so I have something to hold onto when I fuck you.”

[Editor's Note: Being that we don't have actual video of this unbridled hotness, here is a vid from the one and only Fatnesse, in tight workout gear]



Here comes the grossly, overly-happy ending: I have no idea why I was afraid; Elliot was in love with me. He’d literally do anything to make me happy. He so quickly accepted my fetish because he wanted me to have an amazing experience.

I can’t explain how happy I am now that I’ve opened up to Elliot. It goes to show that sometimes our fears and anxieties are so misguided. To all of you out there in a similar situation: If your man (or woman, or whatever) really loves you, it won’t matter if you have a gainer fantasy, or a foot fetish, or if you’re into high heels and stockings. Be yourself, don’t be afraid and eat up.