Got Moes

Got Moe’s

I tried Moe’s Southwest Grill for the first time the other day. I was driving for work, and in one of the towns I go through there’s a Moe’s. I’d been meaning to try it ever since I saw it. Finally did! I just got a custom burrito the way I typically like it:

large (12″) flour tortilla

guacamole

southwestern-style rice

ground beef

queso

lettuce

black olives

The burrito was delicious! Just a shame there aren’t more Moe’s around my home area. We had one at college, but I never got around to trying it for whatever reason. Definitely gonna stop there more often!

Gainer-related adjectives & self-descriptors that turn me on (still growing)

Large & in charge

Fat & happy

Fat/Big fella

Big boy/man/guy/fella

Hefty

Chubby hubby

Burly

Growing boy

Thicc

Husky

Stocky

Strapping

Large lad

Update: I have indeed graduated to size Large in flannel shirts! I’ve started wearing a sweatshirt underneath my flannels, not only to keep warm, but it also makes me feel/look larger.

Fall is approaching, and I’m looking forward to seeing how tight my button-up flannel shirts are gonna be. Last I knew I wore a size Medium shirt, but I’m sure I’ve graduated to Large now!

Foodie Lit

One of the local libraries in my area has a designated bookshelf for displaying books according to a special theme each month or so. This month, the theme is “books with recipes/food in them,” so the librarian has paired each novel with a relevant recipe book. As a foodie, I love this concept! I need to go check it out!

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.

Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario #10

Here it is: A guy is getting married to the love of his life, who's a female feeder/fat admirer. And over the course of their relationship, he's realized he's into feedism. So the groom and his groomsmen decide that they're all gonna gain weight together for the wedding and see who gets the fattest. Sort of a stag ritual/male bonding experience. They all go to the tailors to get they're initial fitting, knowing full well that they're going to have to have their tuxes adjusted again before the wedding. And just for fun, they ask the tailor to increase their measurements by several inches. Each guy decides how much he wants the tailor to add based on how much weight he expects he can gain. Except the groom. The amount of extra inches that the tailor will add to his measurements is decided by his bride-to-be, his feedress. As a sort of goal to reach.

The groom's entourage is made up of guys of varying sizes. Some of them are skinny, some muscular, some bulky. During the competition, they keep track of their own progress and that of their fellows. Especially the groom. They are all competing to see who can gain the most weight, but they also have to make sure that the groom hits his goal weight.