I have boxes in my basement labeled from size 10 to 18/20. I'm in the higher box. But it's fun to try on clothes from the smaller boxes...look at my belly bulging out and bursting my zippers. Forget about the 10s...I can't even get a leg in.

Thanks, I am doing fine. It seems ages since we've talked. Hope you and your family are well.

I agree. It is a good idea for a weight gain story...but even more interesting if we see him struggling to take it off, his frustration and him piling on even more weight. YUMMY

I've pretty much maintained my current weight of 195 lbs for the past 2 years or so. Althought recently, I've noticed that my waistline has been thickening a great deal (not to mention my ballooning belly) where I've been finding it impossible to button my pants.

So, I have started to wear a waist cincher just to close them. But those cinchers are murder! I've had to really suck it in and they are incredibly tight.

But, it just so happened that yesterday I was driving to a business meeting. I have been driving about an hour and felt as if I may have not closed the fly of my pants. I reached down and it wasn't my fly...the seams of my pants had ripped from the end of my zipper to my crotch. In essence, I was now wearing crotchless pants. I guess the cincher had put pressure on my belly and squeezed it against the seams of my pants causing them to rip open.

Now I have had experience with the seams splitting my my rear and covering it with a sweater, but this was a little hard to hide. So, I had little choice but to turn around to go home and change.

I guess it's time for some shopping...

Well, if you're interested, I just began a blog where I'm posting all my stories and trying to match them up with illustrations. It's been a slow business, but I should have that stuckage story up shortly. Until then, you can enjoy the stuffing.

thefineartofweightgain.blogspot.com/

No, I was wrong. It was "A FORTUITUOUS ENCOUNTER" and it was a guy that was growing wider as he trapped himself between shelves in a stockroom of a "big and tall" men's shop where this girl that just became his feeder worked. And he's this writer who writes weightgain stories and posts them on the internet.

Talk about doing research for a story. LOL :o

I think I may have written something like that at one time or another. I know some of my stories have some stuckage in them...perhaps "Turkish Delights"...but you'd have to reread it to be sure.

I know Quert took one of my postings...except it was in an ice cream parlor and turned it into a very good story with me being the main characters which was rather fun. Take a look for him on Fantasy Feeder. It's worth a read.

Frightening isn't it?

I've had fantasies of sneaking into a bakery by squeezing through a trap door. After spending an hour or so feasting on napoleons (my personal favorite) and all the lovely pastry, my belly is deliciously fattened. I hear a noise in the front of the story, so I try squeezing back through the trap door and find that my belly is so bloated that I can't make it. This gorgeous, muscled guy with a well-rounded belly (from sampling all his lucious pastry) comes through the door and finds me struggling, my legs kicking in the air unable to go anywhere. He opens the door with me in it so I'm forced to face him and be reprimanded. But, he just smiles, fondling my fattened belly and butt. He disappears inside and comes out with a giant pastry tube which he has overfilled with canoli cream. He forces it between my lips and begins the pump. It's attached to some sort of machine that begins to force the cream into my mouth and down my throat...ever so slowly. I begin to feel myself fatten with cream all the while he chuckles and slowly m***ases my engorged belly which is now overfilled and widening...

He whispers into my ear..."I see I've just employed a new test taster...that is after you fatten up just a bit more."

I'm moaning as I feel myself becoming too large for the narrow hole that I've become wedged into and a feeling that I will become so fattened that I will remain stuck for a very long time (but maybe that's not so bad...yummy treats, cute guy that wants me fat...cool).

I guess that there are many more male feeders out there. I've met only a few female feeders, but many of them were looking for female feedees.

I've enjoyed both roles myself.