The Blogosphere Expands: Introducing the fantastic men of GainTirade

I am very happy to introduce an exciting new gainer podcast/comic/blog/recipe library/general multimedia awesomeness created by my two dear friends, Matt and Pete. It's called GainTirade and it's awesome.

Matt and Pete are a very cute, committed, whip smart and hilarious encourager/gainer couple and they have put a ton of effort in to start up a very fun, interesting, engaging podcast. It deals with the various ins and outs of having a relationship that has gaining as a central aspect, and generally existing within the gainer/encourager community.

It's funny, it's really well done, the podcast is updated every Sunday, and if you have a tumblr, you should most assuredly follow them there so you don't miss any of the adorable comics Matt makes. Give it a listen and a look over, if you're reading my blog, I am sure you'll enjoy it. And check out and follow their twitter too!

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: Quinoa and Avocado Salad

Like most annoying, health conscious yuppies, I’ve recently become interested in making an effort to eat locally and eat what is locally in season (in addition to trying to eat organic and as high fructose corn syrup and transfat free as possible). I'm also, obviously, working very hard to get my boyfriend bigger (haha gotta get in shape for swimsuit season). To that end, I asked a few of my gainer pals what their favorite spring/early summer recipes were so I could share them with my readers. I got all kinds of responses, so, I'm gonna post them up one at a time.

Firstly, the BF’s biggest Summer gaining tip is just add avocados to everything. He puts them on sandwiches, he puts them on burgers, he makes guacamole, he never makes a salad without them. And the effect is quite evident in his ever tightening jeans. In honor of my boyfriend’s devotion to avocados, may I present to you a Quinoa and Avocado salad with Dried Fruit, Toasted Almonds, and Lemon Cumin Vinaigrette.

Quinoa is super good for you, and avocados are loaded with healthy fat so, make a double portion and eat up! It's calorically dense, not filled with artificial shit that'll make you feel gross, and tastes amazing.

Try this and look forward to favorite gaining recipes from DangerCocktail, CubanJew, and others :)

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."

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.