Hi! Could you post your podcasts on YouTube? They don't work on my computer. :/
We won’t be posting anything on youtube. There is a download section, on the righthand side under the logo. You can directly download them there by right clicking and clicking “save as.” If you’re having an issue, make sure you’ve updated to the newest version of Flash Player. If you’re still having an issue after trying both of those, my apologies. We keep our files on a private server and wish it to remain that way for protection and other reasons. Thanks for listening.
I love gaining but my family is into being healthy and lean. Can you give me some advise on what I could do to so they would aprove. Thanks!
They aren’t going to approve. Most people who aren’t into won’t. You can’t expect that. When you can, move out and do what you want—if you’re living at home. Otherwise, its your life. Do what YOU want and fuck the rest.
I listned to your last podcast and I had almost all of the reservations you were talking about, until one event changed my gaining life. I had started gaining but I was still very on the fence about it. After a big meal I was rubing my belly and I got an orgasm from just rubbing my belly!! Any way this confurmed for me that I loved the extra chub. What event did you have that made it so you were certin you loved gaining.
A combination of our compatibility as a couple and as gainer encourage and Peter’s desire to grow larger. Its an itch that won’t go away, so we appease our lust through the acts of feeding, encouraging, and gaining.
I just listened to your last podcast and im a new gainer. Im really worried about getting stretch marks. Im already getting them on my hips but no one can see them. Can you give me some advise about them and how to deal/cope with them
Get some cocoa butter and rub yourself down. They have formulas meant for stretch marks. Coping with them is part of gaining, they are going to happen. How bad they are and where they show up is a combination of how YOU grow and genetics. There isn’t musch you can do about them except for the lotion and hoping for the best. A know a lot of gainers look at them as “medals.” Perhaps think of them as proof of growth and be satisfied that you can hide them if you’re not into them. Eventually the redness will go away and them will blend back into your natural skin tone. Be patient and get to your CVS and pick up that cocoa butter.
With the complications from being overweight such a prominent risk as a part of this fetish, what are you both doing to counteract those risk factors? Are you taking a vitamin supplement? Getting in exercise? Pete, do the health risks bother you? Matt, do you keep your health in mind when it comes to preparing the meals? I know Matt isn't a gainer, but I'm just wondering if he contemplates food prep and health matters before making meals.
Peter’s job is extreme physical. He can lift close to 300lbs by himself. The meals I prepare usually involve most of the food groups. I don’t make food loaded down in fat. As I’ve said before, carbs do a better job than sweets.
I go to the gym regularly. I do some cardio and I lift.
Overall, we don’t really worry about health factors, because we don’t do anything ridiculous, like eat pizza eight times a week. Using a little common sense within this fetish goes a long way.
What is the absolute worst meal you've ever eaten? What made it so god-awful?
We ordered from a new place in town last year. It was an Italian joint, and everything was tasteless. The noodles were over cooked, the sauce was bland and watery. Even the cheesecake was salty. We never ordered from them again.
The worst part was, it took them an hour and a half to get to us, from less than a mile away for two orders of meatballs and spaghetti and some cheesecake that was probably pre-made. Shitty service AND shitty meal for about $25 plus tip. No bueno.
How do you handle the gratuitous "im so hornee" or "u r sooooo hott" messages on the gainer sites? And what would you recommend to the people who send them?
Usually we ignore them. Its one thing to have a conversation and “you’re good looking” comes up, but if that’s how they start out it’s just an instant delete.
It’s really up to you how you want to handle that. If you’re looking for a jerk off buddy, you’ve found your friend. If you’re looking for something meaningful, like a friendship or a relationship, look elsewhere. It isn’t worth your time. But, like I said, if you’re looking for some quick fun, go for it.
This week’s podcast on gaining and sex was terrific! As I sat here listening, I kept busting out huge grins. You created the sense of including a listener in a small circle of friends who know each other so well that there are no embarrassing secrets left among them—just lots of affection and laughs. I could say that’s artful, and it is, but beyond that I think it’s a brave and generous thing to do.
Thanks yet again,
Thanks for being a religious listener. We always look forward to your “encouraging” emails. It was definitely an intimate topic and we blushed the entire way through it. Its good to hear that we are conveying something in humorous, yet personal tone. Thank you for reinforcing that.
It seems like a staple in a typical gainers' diets is pizza. I don't know how they manage that because I can't have that much of the stuff before I don't want to eat it again for a long long time. Does Peter ever get sick of it?
All the time. His stomach also does not do well with acidic foods. So we don’t often eat pizza with sauce or pasta with sauce. I try to make thing with an olive oil base and flavor it garlic and other things. Pizza is best when you’re drunk anyway.
So I'm 19 and I've been trying to gain for a couple of years now. I started really gaining last year when I was a freshman away at college; went from 145 to 180 lbs., give or take, in four months and I'm 6' 1". Since then I've dropped to 155 and lately I've been kind of bummed out since it seems all my gainer friends are still piling on weight and for some reason, nothing's sticking. So my question(s) are: what can I do to not get so discouraged and how can I combat my metabolism?
Try not to focus on it. Like I said before, worrying doesn’t do anything for you, in fact it would cause stress which could lead to weight loss.
To take your mind off of this go work out. Working out will ramp up your appetite. A benefit of working out is muscle, the more muscle you fat the easier it will be to carry more fat. I mean lifting, not cardio, although cardio is good for you. Working out also boosts endorphines and that will help you to not feel bummed.
If you have any stoner friends, hang out with them once in a while. Munchies certainly help.
Since you’re in college, use your meal plan to your advantage. Take food to your dorm. Eat as much as possible. Stick to carbs in large portions and drink plenty of whole milk.
Gaining isn’t a competition to see who can grow the fastest, take your time because once you reach your goal, what else is there to gaining?
can you guys do a podcast about gaining on you own? or gaining and problems that arise with family and friends, right now i feel very stuck im 210 pounds i gained 50lbs last year and i wanna continue to gain but i feel like i cant because of pressure from family and friends im not getting much pressure atm but i find myself constantly worrying about growing, i mean im at the point where if i gain any more its gonna start to get pretty noticeable, gaining seems like a pretty lonely path. thanks
If you want this, do it. You need to realize its a life changing experience and should you want it, you will be able to look past the change.
Being lonely is a state of mind. You need to be able to step out of your comfort zone and find support—be it online or in person. Look to Grommr for local support. There you will find not only community gatherings with people of a similar mind, you may even find someone close to share your feelings with. I’m not saying its easy, but doing nothing about it won’t help your situation.
My advice, is to do something about it and stop worrying. Worrying never did anything except cause heart attacks, cancer, gray hair, and wrinkles. Get on it.
r u ever gonna do a podcast with someone from the uk?
We’re open to doing a podcast with people all over the world. We don’t choose people to be on the show. We talk with people who show an interest and ask. If you know a gentleman in the United Kingdom who would like to be interviewed, send him our way. You know how to communicate with us. :)
My dog’s name is Nubbins. I’ve had him five years. I named him that because there was a children’s book I used to read with a spider named, Nubbins who had no fangs. He’s a miniature schnauzer, which is a breed whose tails are normally docked. He has a nub for a tail. It fit. When Peter and I started dating, he adopted him. Now the family is complete.
Why is it so many people that are gainers are also gay? I feel like I'm 1 of only 10 straight people on beefyfrat. And are there any sites for women that into gainers?
Beefy and Grommr are predominantly gay because its mostly men who gather at those spots. Its marketed to them. What woman would want to be in a fraternity? Grommr, doesn’t say that outright, but by looking at its cover page and seeing only men, you’d assume.
There are other outlets for people who are straight. Fantasyfeeder is one. If that’s not to your tastes, here is a list of alternatives.
Why do you think employers discriminate against potential employees because of their weight? I'd think it'd be the last thing to worry about.
Aside from the obvious appearance/societal crap, insurance. If you’re a higher weight you are a “potential financial health risk”, basically they think you could have a heart attacks, high blood pressure, or stroke. And in many cases, it could happen, but if you’re a large man who is healthy, works out, and happens to be big—then you’re a stereotype. Sad, isn’t it?
I was wondering, how do you feel about gainer couples in an open relationship? I know a few and I have talked to one person in the relationship and they hit on me. I don't want to cause a rift in the relationship by hitting on them back. What is okay in this situation?
Open relationships can work, and do for many people. On a personal level, I’m unsure how well they’d work for me. That being the case, I’ve never been in one. However, I would say if you’re interested, and you know that a certain someone has that arrangement, off the bat it’s fair to say you aren’t going to really cause a “rift” between them. They have an understanding, and you can assume it works. Tread lightly, and enjoy.
when your family noticed you gained weight, what did they say? Also, how did you react to it? Was it negative or possitive? If it was negative, what did you say to them?
Family will usually either be very supportive or negative, given how well they have known you at your usual pre-gaining weight. So of course, depending on the time x weight equation of your weight gain, you may receive a few comments. I’ve yet to really run into any from family, but have taken some heat at work about it. I find laughing it off and reporting it to my encourager to be the best, and most enjoyable way to deal. Good luck.
“Please tell me you’re joking,” was the first thing I uttered after we got out of a small rented sedan. It was a few weeks before Thanksgiving, and the chill in the air cut through my new pea coat making me shudder a bit. Autumn had decided to give way to pure, unadulterated winter, and I was not exactly thrilled about it. As the sun feebly tried to make an appearance from behind the blanket of ashy gray clouds, I looked at the small cabin with a combination of dismay and futility. It wasn’t horribly run down, merely just neglected. The cosmetic damage (the shutters, the porch railing, the bottom step) wasn’t the worst I’d ever seen in a rental property, and my mind was telling me that the whole area was definitely due for an increase in tourism. The housing market hadn’t exactly rebounded, but people were looking to invest in rental properties in the area for themselves and put some sweat equity into revamping these abandoned homes. We drove by a few cabins that had been refurbished and looked like mini-cottages that you’d see in some magazine detailing the lives of people in Aspen.
But I was getting ahead of myself.
I leaned against the passenger side of the car, lit up a cigarette and looked at the house as the smoke tendrils drifted from the end of my fingers. I already regretted not bringing my gloves. James was walking over to my side of the car, looking slightly excited. He was trying to mask his pride in himself for negotiating this little “slice o’ heaven” as he put it, and the mask he was covering it with was not convincing.
“Okay,” I said, “it’s not the rat hole I was expecting.”
“And, Babe,” he said in his thick Jersey accent, “the inside ain’t as bad either.”
“Oh,” I said with a raised eyebrow, “you’re taking me inside.”
“We gotta christen it, don’t we?”
I chuckled at his ham-fisted attempt at foreplay, and sighed smoke through my nostrils. “James, unless you have a mattress and some sheets and blankets in there, I’m not doing it anywhere in there unless it’s been sanitized.”
“You fussy queen,” James chided in a mock scornful look. “I got the sheets in the back.”
“Oh shit snacks,” I said, “you really are horny, aren’t you?”
“Look, we got ourselves a nice little rental place away from the city, and I did it all by myself,” James said as he popped the trunk and retrieved and small black duffle bag that I hadn’t seen him stuff in there. “Forgive me for wanting to be spontaneous.”
His hurt tone was false, but I knew that deep inside he wanted me to stroke his ego. And quite possibly something else. I walked around to the back of the car, put my arms around his broad shoulders and nestled my chin in nape of his neck. “You did good, dear.”
He chuckled. “Don’t go getting aroused on me now,” he snipped. “Just wait until you see what I plan to do to the master bedroom.”
My ears were definitely perked up at that notion.
Once inside, I was less enthused. James’ overzealousness was contagious outside. Maybe it was the crisp air and the slight breeze that began stirring as the evening wore on. But inside, in the dank stale air of this cabin, I was beginning to feel slightly claustrophobic. The previous owner was definitely a man who lived by himself. The walls were still adorned with dust-covered dead mammals, birds, and fish. The remaining furniture was well-worn, patched, and dirty. The only thing I saw that was salvageable was the floor. The ancient hardwood had been installed properly, and with some good ole’ TLC we could bring it back to its hay-day.
The kitchen, small and off to the front of the main area, had no place to put anything. The cupboards had either fallen off the walls, or been taken off. Regardless of their method of removal, all the previous denizen’s dishes and silverware was strewn about the limited counter space. There were no modern appliances at all, and after a cursory inspection of the kitchen sink, no modern conveniences either. I saw outlets for electricity and a ceiling fan in the living room, but not much else. It was like I had stepped through a portal into rural living in the 1930’s.
I was about to finish taking a tour of the rest of the small little cabin when James made his appearance in the doorway that led down the small hall to the other rooms. His shirt was off and his broad shoulders, large arms, and sizable paunch caused me not to care about what the rest of the cabin looked like. I walked over to him put my arms around his next and looked in his eyes. “We’ve got some major work to do renovating this place.”
Okay so I lied the cabin wasn’t the furthest thing from my mind, but it was definitely running a close second to the heat radiating off James that was making my heart accelerate. His response was a brief, passionate kiss. After a few years of dating, he knew how to shut me up. There had been a few arguments in our past that had been settled by his kiss and then a quick romp in bed. Even this far into our long term relationship, he could still make my toes curl with pleasure. And any time he did, I was instantly interested in what was in front of me.
The lady inside me wants to keep the details brief about how rigorous our sex was after that moment in the hall, but I promised myself I’d be as detailed as possible about what happened to James during our time at our cabin. I think the happy medium would be that the air mattress James had brought so we couldn’t have to lie on the floor didn’t make it passed that fierce and fiery sexcapade. With my lean 180 pounds under his 240 pounds of bulk, I just don’t think it could handle the pounding as well as I could. After he cleaned ourselves up (a feat that was so much fun without running water) and went into town to get something for dinner, we returned to the deflated carcass that was the air mattress. In the post euphoria of our love making, James conceded and rented us a hotel room on the small town nearby. The hotel room wasn’t lavish, but the bed was comfy and the hot running water felt great. Sure, I took a shower yesterday but just being in that cabin made me long for running water.
In the following weeks, we’d make treks up to our cabin and made lists of things we needed for the renovations. James being the construction worker that he is, knew the right guys to call for plumbing, electrical, and general licensed work that he just wasn’t qualified to do.
While I was at home working for the various magazines and newspapers, James would come home and flop on the couch. Not only exhausted from his regular job, but from being on the phone all day trying to coordinate what needed to be done at the cabin. Our finances were in a stellar place, and the guys he knew from work were definitely cutting him a cheap price than normal. I guess there are perks to him being the owner’s son. His dad often gave him the most difficult jobs which only garnered more respect for him from the guys under him when he actually completed the work with only the minor amount of griping.
I could tell the added work load had finally caught up with him, and as he kicked off his work boots, he let out a deep guttural groan. “Thank God it’s some holiday this week—“
“Yeah, that. I’m thankful for not having to do shit for the rest of the week.”
“What about Black Friday shopping?”
The cold glare I received was enough to refreeze the turkey I had removed from the freezer.
“Seriously?” He said as he pulled a pillow from the couch over his face. He let out a half-hearted scream, and then dropped the pillow. “See I can’t even yell. Besides, I think I’m sick.” He coughed just as feebly as his yell.
“Okay, I guess it’s gonna be soup and chicken broth for the rest of the week,” I added ruefully.
That energized him. “William,” he said in his best reproachful tone, “If you deny me my ham and turkey this week, that’ll be grounds for some kind of torture. I’ll call the ASPCA on you.”
I laughed, “First, the ASPCA is for animals—“
“Whatever.” He smirked.
“Second, I think as much as you’ve been eating lately, you could miss a few meals.”
“I’m working on being Santa for Christmas. You don’t like it?” He bounced his belly in his gray t-shirt that was covered in dust of some sort. I knew I’d have fun cleaning our leather couch after he went to bed.
“Hon,” I said playfully, “you know I love your fatness, but I’m not really into older men with white beards.”
“Ageist,” he chuckled, and rubbed the stubble on his face. “I do kinda need to shave. Think I got time to hop in the shower before dinner?”
“Yep,” I said as I pulled the crock pot away from the small half way in our kitchen and unplugged it. The pot roast I had been cooking all day and part of the night was ready at any point, but I knew James always eats better when he’s showered and semi-naked. Hell, I eat better when he’s showered and semi-naked.
I popped some bread into the oven to reheat it and before I knew it, James was out of the shower and seemingly ravenous. He ate with such gusto that night that it shattered my expectations. I had no leftovers to put away, and when I returned from taking our dishes away I saw my bloated man sitting at the table. Slightly slumped in his chair, I watched him for a second. Head tilted back, hands laced together over his stomach, he looked like the perfect man in my opinion. I was a bit shocked by the weight he had put on over the recent weeks. Normally, when stressed James doesn’t eat much, and potentially loses weight. But something about fixing up this cabin had only increased his appetite. His previous 38’s were practically holding together by taught buttons and a leather belt, but now, I was wondering how he had managed to squeeze himself into them. I walked over to his and kissed his cheek while I rubbed his belly. His eyes slowly opened with a fiery lust behind them, and as I kissed his lips, I knew what would be coming next.
Thanksgiving whirled by in a blaze of cooking, baking, and just general gorging. Even I, who never get more than a small second plate at dinner, found myself enjoying the food I had made.
Correction, we made. If I didn’t say we, James would have contested that I had forgotten that horrible canned cranberry sauce. He opened it, plopped it on a plate, and pronounced to me and a few of our friends, that it was “Shake ‘N’ Bake, and I helped” in his best imitation of a southern accent.
Our friends had commented that James was looking a little fuller in the face (their polite way of saying he was downright fat. And not just gay fat, but practically fat farm fodder). When they left, I shared that little tidbit with James, who proceeded to start cleaning up the leftovers in his own way.
He began eating them.
By the first week of December, James was out of work pants. Either buttons just wouldn’t button or they had popped off completely. I told him to make due at work today with a belt and a prayer that they wouldn’t bust off of his widening waist, and that I’d make a trip to buy him some new clothes.
“Better go up a size,” he grunted from the bathroom as he tried to tighten his belt around himself.
“Nah, ya think?” I stated sarcastically. I thought we had better get a few sizes larger as he didn’t seem to be slowing down at all. Which suited me just fine…
After I brought home a little early Christmas present in the form of new clothes for James, I was greeted by a surprise as well. James had packed our bags for a trip the weekend before Christmas to our cabin. We wouldn’t be able to be together on Christmas this year, as my family was too far south and his too far north. We promised each other that next year, we’d just screw the parental units and just do our own thing. But we had said that every year. I asked where we were going as James inspected the jeans and khakis I purchased. He held them up to his waist and inspected the size label. “Ummm honey,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice, “ain’t forty-fours a little large?”
“Just try them on,” as I pulled clothes from our suitcases that James had packed for me. Mostly he forgot that I liked to match my clothes and the hodge-podge in the bags were not something I would have put together. I appreciated the thought, but knew that if I planned to step foot outside of where ever it was we were going, I’d have to reevaluate my clothing options.
After I returned from our closet, I found James standing in a pair of his new jeans, shirt lifted up, belly resting gently over the waistband of his new clothes.
“Holy fuck,” he said in pure astonishment. “They fit.”
That… I hadn’t planned on. I bought the jeans at that size for him to grow into, not already fit into. Reevaluation was the watch word for the day apparently.
We made a side stop at the clothing stores I had visited, and due to the holidays their return policies had become a little more lax and their hours later, which resulted in such “perky” customer service. Comments were made by the snippy gay cashier about how “fat wasn’t in anymore” or the customer service girl smiled and said that “the next size up is only offered in our online section.” We left with maybe three pairs of clothes from the veritable half dozen I bought previously.
James looked a little down the first time in weeks. The ride in the rented sedan (it looked so familiar it could only be the same one we rented when we went to the cabin the first time) was unnaturally quiet.
About half way there, James blurted out. “I think I need to hold off.”
I was half-dozing in the front seat that I needed to grip the handle on the passenger door to keep myself from jerking too much at his deep booming voice. “Yea-but-what?”
“This weight thing,” he said.
We never really called him a gainer or anything. We just called him fattening up “this weight thing” or something along those lines. It wasn’t so much about labels as it was, it sounded a bit silly to us.
“What do you mean?” I inquired.
“I just… I dunno. I don’t want this to be a constant thing. The whole having to buy clothes off the internet or going to specialty stores for my fat ass.”
I wanted to make some flip remark or some wry comment, but I could tell by the iridescent glare of the console that he was in deep serious mode. A mental state of his that is rarely visited and often avoided. James likes to live in the here and now, and doesn’t want to over think things, whereas I can sometimes be the opposite. So when he gets contemplative, I try to support it and talk to him about it.
I wish I could remember what I said, but I just winged it. I didn’t want to over think what I said for fear that I might say the wrong thing. I wanted James to be happy and fat, but I didn’t want to come across about it the wrong way. I closed my eyes and said to him that whatever he wanted was best. And left it at that.
I guess I could have said, “Eggs were 3.99 a dozen” and the same result would have happened, because James just used me as a sounding board. A way of talking to himself without sounding insane. I mainly just nodded, shrugged, and told him I loved him, clichéd as that may sound.
He talked about how work wasn’t exactly easy being so fat, but he had the muscle to move around just fine. He didn’t want to be unhealthy, but he thought he got enough exercise to keep his heart in good shape. Everything negative he had thought about himself was met with a rebuttal that I didn’t even have to provide. Just encouragement that whatever he did, I’d still be there with him.
By the time, we were driving passed those small Aspen-like cottages, James hadn’t really announced what his intentions were, and I didn’t want to press the issue. Sometimes it’s best to just let people sort out what they want. Also, I was a bit floored by the driveway we were driving into.
“Hon,” I said tentatively, “I think we’re at the wrong cabin.”
The drive was chipped and tarred. Not exactly paved, but made relatively smooth and uniform in appearance. The partially obscured gray gravel was long since gone. The yard, even in mid-December, looked manicured and even. The cabin itself wasn’t much better in appearance (the shutters had been replaced or fixed and the steps were new stained wood), but there was illumination coming from the windows, and curtains were filtering the yellow light.
James insisted that we worry about the bags later, and go inside first. The cold stinging wind outside threatened snow or ice, but I didn’t care. My curiosity was piqued. James turned the key in the lock on the door and ushered me inside.
The warmth was enveloping. In my ear, James was telling me exactly what he had done that day to get everything set up. He had one of his guys come up, turn on the lights, start a fire in the fireplace, and finish up by leaving some flowers on a small circular table by the kitchen. The place had been given a breath of fresh life. The crumbling fireplace I had overlooked before was completely redone. The kitchen, still on the small side, but then again so was our kitchen in our apartment, had newer appliances in it. Sure, there was still the floor to refinish, and there wasn’t much furniture, but the place was gorgeous. James trotted over to the sink, turned on the faucet and pure clean water gushed out of it. He then took my hand and led me down the hall. Of the two bedrooms, the one that had received the most attention was ours. In here, the walls had been redone, and there was a nice modern wrought iron style bed situated in the middle of the wall. A small lamp rested gently on a crate next to it. As silly as it sounds, it already began to feel like a second home to me. James wrapped his arms around me as I stared into our bedroom. His warmth and soft cologne he wore made me feel happy in his arms. I reached up and touched his forearms laced with strong muscles, and I could feel his large, round gut pressing into my lower back. Standing there, like that, was one of the most amazing moments of my life.
Nope, scratch that…
When he whirled me around in the doorway, kissed me fully and deeply, and allowed me to slide my hands down his broad, wide chest, his round growing belly and the hard throbbing bulge in his pants, that was one of the best moments in my life. He slowly guided me into our new room, and laid me down on the bed. We never stopped kissing as we undressed each other, which is no easy task. I reached up to turn off the light once our naked bodies worked our way onto our bed, but James’ hand caught mine and he smiled as he pulled back.
“I want you to look at me,” he growled seductively.
And boy, did I take him in. As he lowered himself on top of me, I watched as he lifted my legs into the air, and positioned me to take him. Even with nearly all that weight on him, he still moved gracefully. His thick legs rippled under the fat and he hoisted not only my weight but his as well. His belly swelled outward beneath soft man tits, the muscle deeply hidden there. His rounded shoulders that led to arms larger than I’ve ever seen them before were holding onto my thighs and holding me as if I weighed nothing. The pain was minimal, but the pleasure…
… oh my god. I swear it must have been in the air, but I have never felt pleasure like that before. And James must have not felt anything like it before either… because about an hour later as we lay in our new bed together, he was ready for round two.
And I was not disappointed in having seconds.
The next morning, while James snoozed heavily in our bed, I showered quickly and drove into town. I grabbed some things for the meals of the day, taking in account of James’ increased appetite, and hauled the considerable stash back to the cabin. James was still snoring deeply in our bed, so I took the opportunity to make his favorite type of pancakes and bacon and a little bit of eggs. I was in heaven at the moment. I never got a response to whether he felt happy about his body or if that was just a moment of weakness and insecurity, but I figured I’d get something out of him when he saw the buffet of food lying on the table this morning.
About thirty minutes into my breakfast routine, James comes out, hair sticking up in odd places, with his pajama pants sitting at an odd angle. Once I turned the plates out on the table, I got my answer. James plowed right through his pancakes and sides. Before I could even sit down to have my own, he was politely asking for more. For the first time in years, I hadn’t made enough for seconds. So I slid my food across to him and he slathered his pancakes in butter and syrup and went to town. I was turned on by his returning appetite and thanking my lucky stars that he didn’t decide to go down the route to diet-ville.
Our little weekend at the cabin was splendid, but the ensuing weeks with Christmas and New Year’s, running amok became our norm. We visited friends. I flew home to see my folks. He drove to see his. It was hectic to say the least. But when I returned the day before New Year’s, I was greeted with an even slightly heavier boyfriend. I wish I could say how surprised I was, but I can’t. He looked like a vision of hedonism. I loved it.
On the way home from the airport, we talked about what we wanted to do for our Christmas holiday since neither of us had to be to work until the third. We both looked at one another and we both were thinking about the cabin. I don’t know what it is about the cool air up there, but it works for us.
I love the podcast. It's always so entertaining! I was thinking of suggestions to give you guys for future podcasts. There's always muscle gaining and it's place in the gaining community, gaining in college/school/living with family, and maybe even ex-gainers and why gaining didn't work for them. They were just idea and you guys have probably already thought of those anyway, but I figured I would send them in anyway. Take care, guys!
Thank you for the input, we’re always looking for new ideas!