Body Journal #3

Body Journal #3

So, I think I've finally broken my old record of 208 lbs. I now weight around about 210 lbs. So, that means that if I gained 15 more pounds or so, I would reach my loose goal/max comfortable weight goal of 225 lb! I haven't been really going hard-core with gaining, more of a casual, steady gain. I check my weight often, but I don't record or keep strict track of it. I think honestly, I find the experience of stepping on the scale and reading the number that comes up is what turns me on moreso than whether or not I'm on track with gaining.

I have to buy size Large shirts now, and 38" waist pants. My work pants are all 36" and they're getting tougher to squeeze into. My winter coat is a Medium, and it's a little too tight to zip up.

My belly overhangs a bit more noticeably over my waistband. My thighs are thick. I shaved my beard recently and I was kinda amazed how much rounder my face/chin looked. I don't quite have a double chin, but it's definitely thicker. Overall, I guess you could say I look well-fed, bigger than average.

I used to go to Burger King as a rule whenever I was out on the road, but I've recently been giving McDonald's a try. I like McD's breakfast items, and the triple cheeseburger's not so bad. I've settled on 1-2 triple cheeseburgers and a medium order of fries as my usual order. BK does better fries, in my opinion, but McD's aren't too bad. The cinammon bun is fun to eat, cuz of the glaze. Whenever I eat it, the glaze inevitably gets all over my mouth. It turns me on and I feel like a real big boy.

Also, I’m gonna separate my food & recipes reblogs from this blog and make a foodie-dedicated alt-blog. chunkychuck225 will remain my main blog, where I’ll post my own personal musings about feedism, food, weight gain fetish, maybe delve into writing wg lit.

My Tumblr Likes

I’m trying to reblog posts that I’ve liked on Tumblr, but it’s becoming clear that that’s not going to happen, and if it does, it’ll be mad tedious. But I just wanna curate posts that I like and are relevant to the main topics of this Tumblr blog (food/recipes, male belly admiration, soft-core/casual gaining, weight gain story writing).

Looking at the posts that I’ve liked that had food/recipes, I’m noticing the trend that most of the ones that I’ve liked are baked goods, fast-food or carb-rich. Maybe that’s indicative of the likelihood that I’ll get fat easily, but what a delightful problem to have!

Been watching Somebody Feed Phil. In the episode where Phil visits Mexico City, he goes to this taqueria that serves tacos al pastor. Phil really likes the tacos, and he's so excited about them he starts yelling at passers-by telling them to come try this. No one stops until this young m-w couple [from Australia?] come by. Phil succeeds in stopping them so they can experience the same joy that he did about the tacos. The woman is vegan, but her male partner, named Ricky, is not. He humors Phil and tries the tacos al pastor. He confirms that they are delicious. And they go on their way. But what gets me is what Phil says right after. "So, we sent them on their way. Ricky a little FATTER." Mmm... that wasn't intended as a fat-kink statement, but in a way, I kinda wish I was Ricky there!

I try to project an image of confidence in my body and belly pride and all that, but some days when I look in the mirror I just feel like a fat orangutan...

Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario #11

It amazes me sometimes how such mundane things can sometimes trigger feedism-related fantasies for me. This afternoon, I was pouring myself a cup of coffee, when my imagination caused me to think about beverage-induced weight gain expansion. Like, a magical mug that caused the drinker to slowly grow fatter the more they drank it. I even picture a group of guys partaking in a drinking game where they pass around one large, magical pitcher of, say, beer:

The first guy takes a swig. His shirt starts riding up and the underside of his belly peeks out at the bottom. Then he passes it to the next guy.

When this guy drinks, his cheeks grow ever so slightly fuller. When he brings the pitcher down, the hint of a double chin shows on his grinning face. He passes the pitcher along.

The third guy starts drinking, and the button on his jeans strains and then finally pops off, flying across the room and landing on the floor.

The next guy steps up to take his turn. He grips the pitcher in his hand and starts chugging. His thighs start to fill out and the fabric of his jeans starts to stretch. His legs begin to look like sausages.

Each guy in the circle has his turn, and each guy's body grows larger by the magical beer. When all the guys have drank once, they begin again and go down the line for a second round. Then a third. Then a fourth. By this point, some of the guys are feeling the effect of the alcohol. Some drop out, unable to continue drinking or continue growing. The guys who remain continue to drink, and each drink fattens them up even more. A little while later, there's only two guys left drinking. And due to the magical effect of the beer, they're both utterly massive. They pass the pitcher back and forth, until finally one puts up his pudgy hand to indicate he's had enough. The last guy standing takes a final victory swig. His body groans from the pressure and he inflates. Then he falls backwards onto his much broader ass and passes out on the floor, joining the rest of the porky bunch sleeping off their drunken stupors.

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