I wouldn't object to having a tube forcing heavy gainer shake into my mouth during sex, but worry that too thick a tube would be to fast to handle during such activity... and too thin a tube might just get clogged.

I realize some aren't really into the whole tube thing, and I'd personally balk at using a tube anywhere other than just having it in my mouth (not down my throat), but I do like how it's a fast stream of constant calories, and once you put something in the funnel, you're basically forced to drink it.

Sometimes it's a little intense, when the funnel contents seem like they're never going to run out, I start worrying I can't handle any more, but I always manage to finish anyway.

I've done a quart of half and half, which isn't too bad - but it can wreak havoc on your system the next morning.

Even a cup of heavy cream is enough to make me cringe though.

Sure about that? Jupiter would have 580 lbs up to 1470, and the Moon would take that up to 3500 or so...

Here's a game...

Go through each of the planets, and determine your weight on that planet...

- If the weight is less than your earth weight, determine how many earth pounds you would have to gain to bring your other planet weight up to your current weight. Jot down that number.

If it's more than your current weight, good. Jot down that number.

List the numbers in order.

Set deadlines to gain to those numbers. Repeat.

So if I'm 175 pounds on earth:

I would need to weigh 194 to get up to 175 on Venus.
I would need to weigh 463 to get up to 175 on Mars.
I would need to weigh 465 to get up to 175 on Mercury.
I would need to weigh 198 to get up to 175 on Uranus.
I would weigh 186 on Saturn.
I would weigh 199 on Neptune.
I would weigh 442 on Jupiter.

In theory, a feeder could trick an unsuspecting feedee into this game. "Don't worry, most of the gains are pretty small...

"Let's see... you started at... 175.... you've passed 186... 194, 198, 199... your next goal looks like... 442!"

"Wait... what?!"

"Don't worry though, it only goes up to 463 and then 465 after that."

"Yeah, but..."

"Oh, hmm... you'd need to weigh 1059 pounds to be 175 moon pounds... that's... interesting..."

Sounds awesome! Any recipes for the summer?

1. I'm pretty certain I can eat a good deal more than I used to, but probably not a huge amount. One thing I never seemed to get over is the ability to eat a lot at work. I think the stress of work and being on a limited break kind of kills my appetite.

2. Sometimes, not always. I do find that I absolutely, without question, NEED to eat before bed. Like right before bed. If I eat dinner at 8pm and go to bed at 10pm, I'll wake up in the middle of the night with terrible hunger pangs.

3. I crave things like brownies and cupcakes a lot, especially at night. Sometimes I crave blatantly fattening things like "a quart of whole milk and cake". Seems my cravings tend to be things that are soft, sweet and sit heavy in the tummy.

4. I think it depends on what it is. Chinese food, absolutely - like within an hour. Regular food, maybe an hour or two later I can eat again if I was absolutely stuffed. If I drink a cake shake or something... that tends to keep me full for quite a while. One thing I notice, the more I stuff myself at night, the more ravenous I feel the next morning.

5. It's probably habit now, but I feel the need to eat a lot pretty much every day.

I guess I'm versatile in the whole sub/dom thing when it comes to feeding/weight gain. I find appeal in various aspects of it, though neither is necessarily required.

I derive pleasure from being stuffed and gaining weight, so if a woman feeder sees it as "pleasing her guy" - I'm totally down with that.

On the flip side, if she wants to take charge and tie me up and force me to eat, tease me and call me tubby or piggy or whatever, I'd enjoy that too.

For me, it's more of a mutual enjoyment of the process. And I like the idea of the weight being able to be referred to as "love pounds".

I remember my first "all you can eat" experience!

I was probably about 9 years old, and was going through a slightly chubby period. I wasn't fat by any means, but I think I had a little bit of a belly. I do recall my doctor telling my mom I was "getting a bit heavy" after a checkup.

Anyway, we went out to an all you can eat place for some sort of occasion, and the concept was totally bizarre for me. I loved the idea of being able to go back for more and more - despite being a kid who never really wanted to clear his plate in restaurants. I loaded up my first plate with a decent amount, and managed to clear off the plate. When I went back for 2nds, my parents were like "are you sure? don't take more if you're not going to eat it."

Then I went back for 3rds and 4ths. I recall thinking I went back for a 9th plate at one point - which I question the authenticity of - but I did go up for several helping of both dinner and dessert. My parents seemed mystified as to where I was putting the food - as I was a mere 4'3" and a hair under 70 pounds. I finished off with an ice cream and a slice of cake.

I remember the car ride home. I was "dressed up" for the dinner, meaning a shirt tucked in with a belt... and I felt absolutely stuffed into those clothes. It was kind of a feeling of both guilt and pleasure.

Sadly, I remember asking several times if we could go back there again, but we never did.

Some people want a project?

I really like this one...

(short version)

www.dailymotion.com/video/xtm4f8_123_lifestyle (LONG version)