Recipes for Summer Gaining: EagleDancer's Bread Pudding

Another recipe in the summer gaining series, this time brought to you by Eagledancer, a long time encourager and passionate cook. I haven't tried this one yet, but, judging from the amount of weight Eagle has packed onto his partner, I imagine it's as tasty as it is fattening. In his own words:

"Since we now live in Arizona, I don’t really do “Summer” recipes. Here in the “Valley of the Sun” (which is what the better business bureau calls the “Greater Phoenix Metropolitan Area) we only have two seasons…Spring and Hell. The SigO tells me it’s worth having 2 months of Hell in exchange for 10 months of Spring. It’s common for us to get triple digit (Fahrenheit) temperatures by May, and it hit 115 or above a number of times last year.

All the locals are in awe about what a mild Summer we’re currently having, given the fact it hadn’t hit 100 until the first week of June.

Here’s a recipe that has the three essential ingredients for the best “jiggle” factor when it come to a happy belly—fat, sugar, and carbs. It helped add inches to the SigO, who has a weakness for bread (not to mention, for fat and sugar…). Since he’s gone from size 30 jeans to size 38s, and those are getting tight, he’s insisted I cook “low fat/low calorie dinners” and then he makes peanut-butter and honey sandwiches 90 minutes later for his 4^th or 5^th meal of the day, which he tends to scarf down in the kitchen before rushing back to the TV.

This is my modification of an old fashioned treat, bread pudding. I should also mention as an American Indian, we have a variation of this on our reservation. We call it “Tsoopa” in our language. It’s made with Pueblo Indian bread which is baked in our outdoor “beehive” shaped ovens. This bread is a regular part of our traditional diet, but since it has no preservatives, if you don’t eat it quickly, it tends to go stale in the dry humidity, and quite “hard.” As a result, a recipe for “stale” bread for us is very practical. The main difference to me is that the Tsoopa is made with cheese, so it’s not considered a dessert. As a result, I had to learn about non-Indian Bread Pudding from a non-Native sister-in-law from the American South. I like to add Kalua, because I think it makes sweet things taste better, the way bacon makes almost anything taste better.

In my version, I use 2 cups of heavy cream, which provides a base of over 1,600 calories and over 170 grams of fat to throw in with over 400 calories from the ¼ cup of butter, not counting the additional calorie help from the bread, sugar and eggs. To be honest, while I’m including for completion’s sake an additional recipe for a topping, I almost never make it because most of the bread pudding is eaten by the SigO immediately after I’ve taken it from the oven and it’s too warm to pour the sauce over.

At one point, the SigO and I were in a Seattle bakery outlet store buying loaves of bread at an incredible savings, and he mentioned to the cashier, “This bread has put 20 pounds on me!” Of course, that was about 60 pounds ago…"

Eagledancer Bread Pudding

Ingredients:

2 cups Heavy Whipping Cream
1/4 cup butter
2/3 cup brown sugar (light or dark, depending on taste preference)
3 eggs
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract1 tablespoon Kalua coffee liquor
3 cups bread, torn into small pieces. (French bread works well…however, I’ll often buy a nice loaf of cinnamon-raisin bread to use, in which case I’d eliminate the extra cinnamon. Don’t stress on the type of bread—after all, one of purposes of Bread Pudding is to use up stale bread. On the other hand, I buy the cinnamon-raisin bread to use for the pudding, and I’m not going to wait for it to go stale…)
1/2 cup raisins (if I’m using the cinnamon-raisin bread, I’ll cut the amount of additional raisins in half…)

Directions:

1. In medium saucepan, over medium heat, heat the cream just until film forms over top. Combine butter and cream, stirring until butter is melted. Cool to lukewarm.

2. Combine sugar, eggs, cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla, and Kalua. Beat with whisk (or an electric mixer) until smooth. Slowly add cream mixture.

3. Place bread in a lightly greased 1 1/2 quart casserole.

4. Sprinkle with raisins if desired. Pour batter on top of bread.

5. Bake at 350 degrees F for 45 to 50 minutes or until set. I do the old-fashioned thing of poking it after 45 minutes with a wooden toothpick to see if it comes out “clean.” If the pudding is sticking to the toothpick it needs to bake a little more. Serve warm.

If you make the sauce to put on top of your bread pudding, adjust the sugar in the bread pudding recipe, change it to 1/3 cups sugar (the sauce has the other 1/3 cup in it).

Bread Pudding Sauce

Ingredients:

1 cup whole milk
2 Tbsp. butter
1/3 cup granulated white sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
1 Tbsp. flour
dash of salt

Directions:

Mix everything together and bring to a boil for 3 - 4 minutes, stirring constantly. Set aside for 5 minutes, then pour on warm bread pudding. The reason I don’t use heavy cream in this one is because you need to boil it, and milk is less likely to scorch.

Recipes for Summer Gaining: BearTrainer's Homemade Strawberry Shortcakes

Continuing with my Summer Gaining recipe series, here is a recipe straight from one of my encourager idols, the ever eloquent BearTrainer. Check out his yummy, light, homemade calorie filled dessert sure to satisfy even the hungriest of gainers.

BearTrainer’s Homemade Strawberry Shortcakes

There are three parts to strawberry shortcake—the sweetened biscuits, the strawberries and the whipped cream. Impress your friends and make it all from scratch--it's the kind of recipe that even people who don't cook can make. Really simple!

Sweet Biscuits

Preheat over to 475 degrees. In a bowl, whisk together:

2 cups flour
2 tsps baking powder
½ tsp baking soda
5 tbsp sugar
1 tsp salt

Then, into one cup of buttermilk, stir one stick of melted butter, which will look like it’s “curdling” in the cold milk. Then stir this milk/butter mixture into flour until dough just comes together

Grease 1/2 cup measure and form biscuits with it, dropping them on to a parchment-lined baking sheet. Bake 12-15 minutes, till puffed and just browning. Let them cool completely (2 hours), then gently slice them cross-wise into 3 layers. (Note: reduce the sugar in these to 2 tbsp and reduce the size to ¼ cup to use this recipe for dinner biscuits or sandwich rolls. They are addictive!)

Strawberries:

Stem, hull and cut 3lbs. of strawberries into slices or chunks—your choice. Then sprinkle on top ¼ cup light honey (orange blossom or tupelo), ¼ cup of balsamic vinegar, ¼ cup of fresh mint rough-chopped, toss and let the strawberries macerate for 4 hours minimum in the refrigerator. (If you are feeling patriotic and want a red-white-blue effect, throw in two cups of fresh blueberries.)

Whipped Cream:

Chill your metal mixing bowl in the fridge for an hour or so. Then pour in one pint of heavy whipping cream, begin to beat slowly, pouring in ¼ cup of sugar, one tbsp almond flavoring, one tbsp vanilla. Increase speed and whip until cream makes firm solid peaks. (Don’t overwhip or you’ll get butter!)

Just before serving, assemble the shortcakes by drenching the bottom layer with juice from strawberries, generous spoonfuls of strawberries, generous spoonfuls of whipped cream, same with middle layer, then drenching inside of top of biscuit with strawberry juice, lay on top with a sprig of mint. Enjoy the richness, freshness and sweetness of a classic American dessert!

Recipes for Summer Gaining: Victor's Florentine Chicken Ring

So, I asked my friend Victor for a gainer friendly recipe. Being that Victor is 6' tall and 300lbs of beautifully fattened gainerman (up from 140lbs) he knows a thing or two about making yummy food that gets you growing.

Photographic Evidence of Victor's knowledge of good food:



He's literally twice as big as he was in high school. Drool. Onto the food!

Here is his recipe, and his words:

"This is a dish that I got from my mother over 15 years ago, and it is a perennial favorite with all my friends and family... Pretty much everyone I serve this to falls in love with it, and with good reason, too: the ingredients are simple, familiar, unfussy, unpretentious, easily storebought, and easily prepared.

It is hearty enough for the most diehard gainer or bodybuilder -- chock full of high-protein chicken breast and nutritious spinach -- yet is cheesy and carby enough to serve as a great comfort food too. The presentation is elegant enough for serving at a classy brunch, lunch or dinner party. Good playmates include a simple leafy green salad, a bowl of crisp chilled watermelon and cantaloupe, and some fudgy dark chocolate brownies for dessert. My beverage of choice is Coke, but if you're into wine, just go with a chilled Chardonnay or some other white wine to accompany this chicken ring."



INGREDIENTS:

- 4 chicken breasts, cooked thoroughly and cubed

- two 10-oz packages frozen chopped spinach, thawed and well-drained

- 1 cup mild cheddar or American cheese, shredded

- 1/2 cup mayonnaise

- zest of 1 lemon

- 1/2 tsp salt

- 1/2 tsp ground nutmeg

- 2 tubes refrigerated crescent rolls (8 count each)

- 1 refrigerated pie crust

DIRECTIONS:

1. In a large bowl, mix the chicken, spinach, cheese, mayonnaise, lemon zest, salt and nutmeg until a homogenous blend is created.

2. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Move oven rack to middle position.

3. Unroll pie crust onto a lightly greased pizza pan or pizza stone. Using a sharp knife, cut an 8-pointed star about 4" in diameter in the center of the crust.

4. Scoop the chicken mixture evenly onto the pie crust in between the star and the outer edge, staying about 1/4" away from both. Pat and mould the mixture until an even ring of filling is formed.

5. Unroll the crescents and separate them into individual triangles. Begin to cover the filling with crescents, by laying the wide end of a crescent at the outer edge of the pie crust; the narrow point of the triangle should be touching the 8-pointed star. Continue with remaining crescent rolls until the entire filling is covered in triangles. Note that small gaps may remain in between triangles; this is OK, as it allows for steam to escape. Also note that you may not use all 16 of the crescent rolls.

6. Using your fingertips, tuck and seal all the edges of the triangles into the pie crust on the outside edge of the ring. Do the same thing on the inside by rolling up the segments of the star and tucking the points of the crescent rolls into them. The end result should look like a giant donut.

7. Bake in the preheated 375-degree oven for 20-25 minutes or until the crescents are golden-brown. Serve piping hot by itself for brunch or lunch, or with a side salad as a dinner entree. Yield 10-12 servings.

I suggest you try and eat as many servings at once as possible, rub your belly and enjoy.

Recipes for Summer Gaining: Tagliatelle with Truffle Butter

The next recipe in my summer gainer recipe series comes from my dear friend (and beautifully accomplished gainer), DangerCocktail.

DangerCocktail suggested Ina Garten’s Tagliarelle with Truffle Butter as an easy dish to whip together on a weeknight or for a more formal dinner -a pretty classic, fattening recipe brightened up for spring by some fresh chives.

He suggests, “Pair it with a light, white wine -I don’t like white but you need something really light on the tongue, because the truffle butter with cream is rich. Serve that pasta with a great grilled steak or tri tip, and then a fresh spring vegetable with light butter/salt/pepper, or maybe a salad with oil and vinegar. Keep the other notes in the meal very bright and light.”

Fattening, luxurious, and easy. What more could you ask for? A recipe with both Ina Garten and DangerCocktail's stamp of approval. Yum.

Recipes for Summer Gaining: Cubanjew's Super Awesome Frittata

So, in my hunt for summery gainer friendly meals, I asked my pal Cubanjew if he had anything that was good for a breakfast or brunch type meal. He suggested his Super Awesome Fritatta recipe.

Cubanjew's Super Awesome Frittata Recipe

8-10 eggs (I prefer organic, cage free eggs -knowing the chickens are happy makes me happy)

2 or 3 not too small potatos, washed and sliced*

Shredded/grated cheese to taste*

Salt & Pepper to taste

Whole Milk (or for the adventurous, heavy cream or half and half)

Olive oil*

Butter*

*Organic if you can manage it

In his own, awesome words:

“First I cut one of my potatoes into thin slices and sauté them a little. Once the potatoes are decently soft, I mix in the salt, pepper and shredded cheese. Melt it down and mash it all up Don't use all of the cheese though! I generally do grated parmesan and then either a shredded cheddar or mexican mix and have it all combined. Trader Joe's has some really nice, organic pre-shredded cheese mixes, if you're too lazy to grate your own. Let it be a little lumpy! We like it like that!

Next, put your mixture aside and preheat the oven to 400. Wash your remaining potatoes and slice them fairly thin, but not transparent cause you want some substance to them, and microwave them submerged in water for a minute and 30 seconds to start their cooking process. Let them sit. Then, in a medium-large pan, combine your olive oil and butter and let it get hot, but don't burn the butter! I suggest medium heat on your range for this. Mix your potato cheese mixture up and cover the bottom of the pan in the mixture, and let it sit for a few minutes.

In a fairly large bowl, crack and combine your eggs as if you were making an omelette, and salt and pepper it to taste. Put that aside and look at your potatoes in the pan. Start flipping it over when it's brown on the bottom and add more of the mixture in. It's good when it's golden and crispy. When you have a little potato mixture left, remove it all and place it back in the bowl and mix it all together. Now you want to put more oil and butter in the pan, and arrange your potato slices in an even layer and let cook with a cover on the pan for 4-5 minutes. Put a thin layer of your grated cheese on top of that, and then your mixture of browned mashed potatoes and unbrowned mashed potatoes on a lumpy textural layer over that. You can toss in anything here; bacon, veggies, anything you have laying around, it'll taste good. I suggest if you add veggies to sauté them beforehand, and make sure that any meat you add is cooked through. Let it cook for another 3-4 minutes with a cover on it. Now you'll want to pour your eggs on top and then place a final layer of grated cheese and cook for 3 minutes with a cover on the pan.

You'll want to see it start to bubble. That's when you uncover and place in your preheated oven for 10-15 minutes, with you checking in 5 minute intervals by sticking a knife in. When the knife comes out clean, you're done and you can take it out of the oven. Let your frittata cool for a few minutes, then flip onto a plate and serve! When going to a party or somewhere I'm expected to bring a dish, my frittata never fails to impress! Or you could always, ya know, eat the whole thing yourself... lol”

And there you have it -a simple, fattening, versatile calorically gifted brunch recipe perfect for any growing gainer. Up next, DangerCocktail's summer dinner suggestion :)

The Feeder Twink Pornographer

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

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

Best line from the article:

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

New Year's Resolutions

Happy 2010 everyone!

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

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

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

Similarity one: The Impossible Goal

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

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

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

Similarity two: Slow Results

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

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

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

Anything worth having is worth working for, right?


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

My Resolutions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy New Year everyone!

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...

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?


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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.

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.