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 :)

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.

Now this is how you do a before and after

Here's an update on PJ James, the Australian personal trainer who packed on a whopping 90lbs in the time between New Years and today (May 5th).

Before:

After:


That's how it's done boys. That's what dedication, and really pushing yourself to eat every day can do. While you most likely can't put on 90lbs in 5 months without impairing your health, there's no reason why you guys should not be putting on 20 or 30lbs in that span, eating well and working out. I've got to run but, man, what an inspiration.

So hot.

Jesus. Look.


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