Dealing with late night hangries
Dealing with late night hangries
2025-05-24 05:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post
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Doughnuts and beer. All day erry day.
Doughnuts and beer.
All day erry day.
Ft. The hardest workin’ shirt in town.
Ft. The hardest workin’ shirt in town.
2025-04-28 11:41:59 +0000 UTC View PostMassive post-push day feast. I was phenomenally starving. Ha..
Massive post-push day feast. I was phenomenally starving. Had to get in as much as I could.
2025-04-14 08:31:02 +0000 UTC View PostMore vintage Thornypencils pig outs
More vintage Thornypencils pig outs
2025-03-31 05:56:03 +0000 UTC View PostI took this vid at my old place in Erskineville. Again, I’m ..
I took this vid at my old place in Erskineville. Again, I’m not great with dates and years, but I'd estimate it'd be approx 2012. But that’s probably wrong. Anyway, I had only recently moved out of my own place when the rent skyrocketed and fortunately my friends living at this place had a spare room.
It was quite a cute place, but also quite soulless. The guy who built those places owned the bar across the road and slapped them up to avoid noise complaints. I lived with a couple of good friends though so it was fine. I was performing at the bar across the road, there was a petrol station/convenience store there too, I was a five minute walk away from what was and is the super fashionable suburb of Newtown.
I'm not sure what I'm eating here. It's just everything in the fridge. Pot luck pig out, I suppose. I did that every Sunday. Cleared out all the leftovers into one giant meal. My flatmates were big boys and there was always leftover Dominos and Thai takeaway and random cookings from the last few days stacked up. They appreciated the weekly fridge douche.
Come to think of it, they really weren't that big. I thought they were at the time, but of course, "big" is relative. I was probably around 75kgs in this video, and I would estimate them as being circa 90kgs. For perspective, all three of us were all about 180-190cms tall. I wasn't attracted to them, but their attitude to food I found remarkable. It was a house of hedonism when it came to such things. If one person wanted pizza for dinner, we'd make sure we had enough for everybody, but the other two people wouldn't consider that their meal for the evening, so they'd make or order their dinner... enough for themself and the other two.
As much as I'd like to say we sat around and stuffed each other and rubbed guts and all that, it was actually much nicer. We'd sit at an old wooden table in the backyard and watch the sunset under the balcony above's fairy lights. None of us really drank alcohol at home, so we'd each have a great big 1.25L bottle of Coke or something. I never really thought about how much we were eating. It just was what it was. In retrospect it was crazy. I was still trying to keep my weight in check at this point, because I was still performing. But I was conflicted. I knew what I wanted, but it still felt like a fantasy. It felt like something other people do. It felt like something to read about and wank to.
Someone came into my life online at that point. It's literally not possible for him to have been more antipodean though. It felt so perfect. But it also sucked. Not many people have ever, even to this day, unlocked me how he did. Sounds gross, but bear with me. Compared to what it is now, internet communication was still in, lets say, it's adolescence. We had an e-relationship(?) that lasted... I don't even know how long. At least a decade. I shan't bore you today with all the wonderful things that made said e-relationship one of the most elysian and yet melancholy eras of my life. I'll go into that another time if anybody is interested. I'll ask my psychiatrist for her records.
Everything about us aligned so well, he really inspired me beyond that idea of gaining being other. Through the encouragement, he taught me that this was something I was capable of. He may not think of it thus, but having someone to cheer me on in that regard showed me that I was allowed to participate. Not just in fat related activities, but that I was allowed to make choices for myself. That I am not other. That what I want I should be empowered to achieve.
Anyway, once we finally met in real life, things went to absolute shit and I've never really recovered. Here's a video of me eating noodles.
I was given this shirt for my birthday just before the gains..
I was given this shirt for my birthday just before the gains started booming (maybe 2010? I'm not good at all with dates. In any sense of the word.)
The guy who gave it to me was prrrooooobably on our spectrum. He was our dresser at our weekly Wednesday drag shows, and he gave me this rather-too-small piece just after my corsets started busting.
The poor bastard had to zip me into so many different things and definitely clocked how much tighter they became every week. There was all sorts of lols Joel gave me in the ten or so seconds we had to get out and in of garments I designed and made to suck and snatch.
I learned to sew in the very first place because I knew I needed to be fatter, but I also needed costumes. Considering I was dragging long before Drag Race, we got a fee of AUD175 for a half hour show and two spot numbers and a whole bloody night of socialising.
That fee went mostly to our Post-Glamazons Maccas Run. I was known for ordering a lot, and it was always a gig for everyone (myself included) to see what I'd order, and Joel would insist I got one more burger or volume of McNuggets than the week before.
Corset bustings became more and more common. I had to upgrade from locally sourced zippers to the famously butch YKK zippers which at that stage were only available from overseas. I had to start making secret waist cinchers to hold the mounting fat in underneath. Flowy chiffon costumes and spandex became the norm. They were more stressed every week as they struggled to hold onto the curves.
First it was exciting to feel my expanding blubber flow over the top of the corsets and wobble whilst I danced. Feeling the power of my billowing bulk unable to be contained by my costumes. It became addictive as I racked up the kilos and the gains came faster. The jabs from my co-star on the microphone after the show came more often. They started calling "Millie Poppins" "Button Poppins". I think most of the audience got the idea.
To sum up, Joel was at the very least an enabler. For which I, and most likely you, am eternally grateful.
Yoinked a bottle from the Christmas fridge.
Yoinked a bottle from the Christmas fridge.
2025-01-07 01:09:45 +0000 UTC View PostThey gave me a free burrito bowl. What was I supposed to do?
They gave me a free burrito bowl.
What was I supposed to do?
A few snippet vids of me in what was my favourite tee for a ..
A few snippet vids of me in what was my favourite tee for a long time. When I bought it, it was pretty much a perfect fit. A little tight across the shoulders, but what a civilian would call a perfect fit.
The tee finally gave up at the end of 2023. I took the sleeves off because they'd started annoying me at the gym. But for some reason I didn't reinforce the top of the side seam afterwards. So it split down the whole left side seam while I was out having beers with some mates.
The bro at the bar gave me a safety pin, but it was pretty much a tit and half a keg hanging out all night. The beers were good so stuck around and hung out in more ways than one.
I was mostly with civilians, but there was one fellow like-minded feeder sicko amongst the crew who had a real good time. It was like perfect gainer fiction.
"DUDE!! Did you see Josh blew his shirt wide open??"
"The whole thing just exploded right up the side!!"
"We should order some food but I think Josh has had enough haha"
"Look! Haha it's all being held in by a safety pin."
There was one point he undid the pin and let the blowout happen again. Let's just say it made for some good lols from everybody. Have to say it wasn't easy to hide my raging boner at that point. Well. I guess I didn't have to say that. But, well, I've done it now, so there.
Rest In Power, Blue Tee. Thank you for your service.
P.S. There's new stuff en route, and I'm tracking down old Thornypencils vids for your nostalgic delectation. My size and gluttony is some of them even surprise me. So that's fun. Ta!
Hoodie oodie oodie oodie oodie
Hoodie oodie oodie oodie oodie
Honourable discharge for these jeans eventually.
Honourable discharge for these jeans eventually.
2024-12-07 03:17:34 +0000 UTC View PostThis shirt went through some things, man
This shirt went through some things, man
2024-12-07 03:01:24 +0000 UTC View PostGettin’ distracted having a p!ss
Gettin’ distracted having a p!ss
2024-11-24 23:26:02 +0000 UTC View Post
Cheeky afternoon shake and wobble
Cheeky afternoon shake and wobble
2024-11-23 03:09:33 +0000 UTC View Post
One of my very first bloat vids.This was a crazy time. Looki..
One of my very first bloat vids.
This was a crazy time. Looking back I can't believe how slim I was.
That shirt had fit properly once upon a time, and seeing it as tight as this blew my twinky lil mind.
If it knew what was coming, it would have thrown itself out long before I did.
Another original Thornypencils.This would have been circa 20..
Another original Thornypencils.
This would have been circa 2011 maybe...?
The one that started it all. I would have been about 68kgs h..
The one that started it all.
I would have been about 68kgs here, and I'd finally decided that the twink needed to grow.
This would have been circa 2010