Baby Robot
Active Member
I haven't been around in a while, but I figured I could fill in the BHM/FFA board crew on some recent developments that may be of interest. After an insane workload finishing up this semester (filled with late-night soda and junk-food fueled study sessions) and many food-laden days slinging BBQ at work, I returned home to my family's house in South Florida ready to enjoy the holiday season. My folks didn't say anything, although I'm fairly sure my mother's a little disappointed that I'm about 53 pounds heavier than when I saw her in the spring.
That's right. 303.
It's weird. What I always thought of as a milestone in weight gaining just feels so.... natural, almost small. I don't see myself as that much bigger of a guy than when I was 250, my thinnest in years, but it's slowly starting to make sense that there is a whole lot more of me. When I told my mom my favorite pair of jeans gave out, she rushed to buy a replacement, but a 38 inch waistline on four year old jeans has a lot of give. After a somewhat embarassing moment Christmas morning, a trip to the department store revealed that a 42 fits me fine, even a little snugly, and with a belt, a 44 seems perfectly natural. That's about as big as jeans get outside of specialty shops, so it's a little daunting of a feeling, knowing that I'm just on the precipice of hugeness by society's standard. Also, no more boot cut or straight leg denim for me: the only thing jeansmakers cut for guys my size is r-e-l-a-x-e-d fit. The comfort makes up for it, but it's kind interesting to watch my choices diminish as my gut grows. How long before I'll have to buy specialty pants, then 4XL shirts, then re-enforced beds, then extra-wide showers? Scary? A little. Exciting? You bet! Even a bit arousing, although if it ever gets to that point, I'll need one of you lovely FFAs to lend me a hand.
I'm still doing great as far as fitness goes. I can run 2 miles without getting winded and still bench press my weight, but there's no doubt my boobies jiggle when I brush my teeth. I'm trying hard with yoga to stay flexible for jiu-jitsu (got my blue belt!) but it's getting tough when your thighs touch more than they used to. There's little doubt that gaining feels great: eat everything I want and enjoy my newfound softness and size? Sign me up! I'm not sure how far I can go alone, though, but until I find me a feeder/feedee situation and really start GROWING, I'll keep you folks posted as the numbers creep up.
That's right. 303.
It's weird. What I always thought of as a milestone in weight gaining just feels so.... natural, almost small. I don't see myself as that much bigger of a guy than when I was 250, my thinnest in years, but it's slowly starting to make sense that there is a whole lot more of me. When I told my mom my favorite pair of jeans gave out, she rushed to buy a replacement, but a 38 inch waistline on four year old jeans has a lot of give. After a somewhat embarassing moment Christmas morning, a trip to the department store revealed that a 42 fits me fine, even a little snugly, and with a belt, a 44 seems perfectly natural. That's about as big as jeans get outside of specialty shops, so it's a little daunting of a feeling, knowing that I'm just on the precipice of hugeness by society's standard. Also, no more boot cut or straight leg denim for me: the only thing jeansmakers cut for guys my size is r-e-l-a-x-e-d fit. The comfort makes up for it, but it's kind interesting to watch my choices diminish as my gut grows. How long before I'll have to buy specialty pants, then 4XL shirts, then re-enforced beds, then extra-wide showers? Scary? A little. Exciting? You bet! Even a bit arousing, although if it ever gets to that point, I'll need one of you lovely FFAs to lend me a hand.
I'm still doing great as far as fitness goes. I can run 2 miles without getting winded and still bench press my weight, but there's no doubt my boobies jiggle when I brush my teeth. I'm trying hard with yoga to stay flexible for jiu-jitsu (got my blue belt!) but it's getting tough when your thighs touch more than they used to. There's little doubt that gaining feels great: eat everything I want and enjoy my newfound softness and size? Sign me up! I'm not sure how far I can go alone, though, but until I find me a feeder/feedee situation and really start GROWING, I'll keep you folks posted as the numbers creep up.
