Sunday, August 31, 2008

Stuffer Boy Sunday: 3 quarts


3 quarts, originally uploaded by matromaq.


Matromaq's photostream has a lot of pics that aren't of him--"paparazzi" shots of a big-bellied construction worker--but his Gallon Challenge set shows the stages of him going from a flat belled hottie to an even hotter round bellied stuffer boy.



Have a suggestion as to who should be the next stuffer boy? Or are you the next stuffer boy? Comment or email missmollyren@gmail.com

Friday, August 29, 2008

BBW Friday: Transmitting Data



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limegreensquid has some cute sketches of curvy girls...along with other, stranger things.

Who do you think should be the next BBW? Leave a comment or email missmollyren@gmail.com. Wanna see all the BBWs, past and present? Hit the archives.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Molly Has Moved

No, this website will not be moving to its own domain name any time soon. I mean an IRL type moving. I, Molly Ren, packed up all of my meager possessions into boxes and moved out of The Mansion. I now have a room in a different part of town, fewer housemates, and, most shocking of all, a new part time job.

The move was stressful, to say the least. Q. came to help, and I greeted her arrival with the kind of "I'm helpless but I resent your being here" kind of spats that I don't remember having when I was the correct age to have them (i.e. middle or high school.) I was depressed about my future with The Colt, my lack of direction in life, and the fact that, when my only supplies consisted of canned food, we had forgotten to purchase a can opener. (One of my new housemates saved the day with a hammer and a screwdriver.)

My (private) bathroom is in the basement. It's been newly renovated into a living room-style space, but there's still a pile of antique junk in the corner. It was on my first tour of my new home that I realized this pile of junk contained several lamp stands in whimsical shapes--one of them being a naked lady posed atop a horse. No artsy half-clad nude this, but a full-frontal lady Godiva at least a foot tall, smiling happily.

Despite my recent temper tantrums, I'd say this is a good omen for my new place.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Stuffer Boy Sunday: cxanadu24

"How Big Can My Belly Get?"



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Cxanadu can inflate himself to a shocking size even among stuffer boys. You can always tell it's him by the way he has to lean way back to compensate for all the weight in front.

The comments for this particular video are rather funny in that no one can figure out whether this is actually something someone can do:

berit542: guys its a different guy

cman18000: it's two different people, watch carefully at 0:17, the skin color changes


What do you think, all you stuffies, gainers, and drooling FAs? Shouldn't something that stretches the human body this much out of shape be fictional?

Friday, August 22, 2008

BBW Friday: Dalea



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I just love this girl's expression. I can look at it and start grinning myself--I know where that boy's dick must be! But then again, her gorgeous rump is so large I realize I can't really know for sure. He might simply be riding her doggy style, rather than giving it to her up the ass.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Shake Bonging: Incredible

Do you think Stephen Hawking might have a stuffing fetish?



This is the only vid up on ForceMeBig's YouTube channel, but once you've watched it you realize he doesn't really need any more.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Job Search

I have a new housemate, a Celtic she. The entire household is being reshuffled as people come back to school and people like me, who've already graduated, move out. My room--with it's awesome bed and adjacent shower (I never did get to have an orgy in it)--will be taken over by yet another girl who I recently learned would be none too pleased to have me as a roommate. Thus this hurried move.

So I'm simultaneously looking for jobs and housing on my laptop when the Celt comes into the kitchen to make breakfast. She wants to know why I was trying to look for a house in Bigtown when I already reviewed a place in Littletown that was satisfactory. I say I'm trying to get a job in Bigtown anyway. Which, somehow or other, moves to her ask what I most enjoyed doing.

More than anything in the world I enjoy coaxing skinny boys to overeat until their tummies bulge out and they become helpless. "They don't pay you for the stuff I like to do," I say at last.

Which eads to another question from her. I almost want to tell her I want to be a dominatrix or something and finally come to my own rescue by telling her I'm writing a novel.

"What's it about?"

"Oh, the usual," I say, still trying to find a house in Bigtown and watching the chances evaporate before my eyes. "Famous singers, beautiful women, a love triangle. The whole nine yards."

So I'm Moving

It's nice accommodations: a room of my own with internet access. It's white. It's not too small. There's a place to do laundry downstairs.

I am pissed.

I am not moving outside of my little tiny town. I'm still in Littletown, USA, just in a different part.

Well, says Q., at least this will galvanize you into working "every waking moment" to find something better.

Why do such eminently reasonable things always give me the urge to yell "FUCK YOU!" down the phone, no matter the cost of it later?

Monday, August 18, 2008

BBW Friday: she sure knows how to handle a weapon. . . .

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In Which Jaime is Admired and Discovers He Has Morals

If you've been following along, you'll know that Jaime recently went on a trip to NYC to meet his new BBW love, Candy. He told me the whole story one night, and now I'm sharing it with you.

Previously, Jaime and Candy had been unable to find a hostel or a cheap hotel to stay in. Now they were on the streets of New York at 4am:

Jaime:
So we talked about various things and she said she only smokes like this when stressed...and was chain smoking my cloves. She said, "You know, you've completely ruined our first night, I hope you know that, and you should tell Molly that too." [She wore] a wry grin.

I laughed and said, "I know, this isn't the first time I've completely blundered up a night in New York. I never intend to, I'm just ill fated it seems." And I went on to say, "Molly will eat that kind of juicy story up, how Jaime the gallant fool fucked up everything," and sneered. I then told Candy, "I think part of it is, you may have noticed I can't remember much, or focus." And she nodded and smirked and I said, "Its not my fault, see, I have the medicine for it, but I haven't taken it yet because its been making me even more ill past few days."

She rubbed my back and said she's sorry if she was hard on me and played with my hair, going, "Why is your hair so perfect... why is it so soft, only women have hair like this!"

And I raised an eyebrow and went, "Like...you?"

Her hair was frizzy and she blushed going, "I hate this frizzy hair!"

I said, "Aww," and smiled at her and said, "Want to know my big secret? Pantine," and grinned.

She laughed and went, "...I use Pantine."

And I was silent and sat still unlaughing and said, "Your hair looks full and dark, it's beautiful, if you're really that worried, get it straightened at one of those places."

She kept doing that: comparing me to women! "Your hands are so soft...you really have a way with them...they're kind of like a woman's!"

I sneered and went, "I abhor manual labor sweetie--I'd much rather exercise my mind."

And at McDonald's the next day, she stared in amazement into my eyes and went, "What color are your eyes? I've never seen eyes like those."

I stared back and smirked and went, "Icy blue."

She shook her head in amazement and looked away, "They're so beautiful..." she whispered and then added, ruining the compliments, "You're as gorgeous as a woman..."

To which I sneered and said, "That's what happens when you have an extremely beautiful mother... " and folded my arms.

She went, "Aawwww" and hugged me.

Molly: I think she would have used a different word [than woman] had she seen your dick!

Jaime's dick is ten inches long. Have I mentioned that before in this blog? Perhaps I should have.

Jaime: No, but she felt it. I told her back in the motel that my feelings were growing for her and put her hand on my bulge. It did get rock hard, but I had a moment where I realized she's only ever been used by men...and came to a belief that love and passion should be at the same time. Must be that foolish " heart of a 30 year old woman" that I sometimes have in my more romantic notions. *sneers*

Molly: No. I'm actually rather glad you didn't use her. She's too young and inexperienced for that.

Jaime: Oh...good. Yes. And I discovered more about myself--yet again. That first I tried a perfectly great friendship, best friends, twins almost: you and I, and I couldn't fuck you for several reasons. Then I found this girl, who's unbelievably hard-on inducing, with a great big belly one can only dream of as a FA...my ideal fantasy girl...and I couldn't take advantage of her (nor fuck her anyway likely) because I did not love her.

So, what does that leave? The woman I fuck each night must be someone I love, who is beautiful and a true friend. So my girlfriend (Molly: his on again off again, lives-in-Canada-while-he's-in-the-US, ex girlfriend at the time he wrote this story) is the closest thing I've come to that.

So either I can have her, and make those things grow now, and into a future. Or I must face the fact that the woman that is of unconditional love--and who is perfect for me--won't exist as a mutual interest until I get my life going and become who I am meant to be. But either path, I need to be in my element and to follow my dreams or I'll be as bitter and forsaken as the rest of the lot.

This was the conversation Candy and I had in the morning on a bench. It was a bit like that movie--"Before Sunrise" or "After Sunset" etc--where the two people have conversations about life and love throughout the entire movie. She and I both came to the conclusion that it starts with unconditional love. If you have that kind of feelings for someone you have to put yourself out there--and hope that they feel the same, because unconditional love returned to you is what everyone should be seeking.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

In Which Jaime Enjoys a Cigarette Before He and Candy Leave the Hotel

If you've been following along, you'll know that Jaime recently went on a trip to NYC to meet his new BBW love, Candy. He told me the whole story one night, and now I'm sharing it with you.

Previously, Jaime had fallen asleep next to Candy, a beautiful and hugely stuffed BBW...

Jaime: I got about an hour's sleep with her like that.

Molly: And then they kicked you out.

Jaime: Ha, not quite. I woke around 3:15--40 minutes before we were to be booted. I was thirsty and in need of a smoke. I also had to take a wicked piss.

I tried stealthily to get out of bed but she [Candy] jolted awake. But wasn't really awake apparently. But she did crawl over to me on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around me and said, "Mine," and went instantly back to sleep.

I laughed and couldn't move. So I held it for awhile and let her just sleep on me. She didn't recall saying it when she really did wake.

I eventually pried her off and got up and said, "I need a drink, and I'll probably smoke a clove, I shall return." She nodded and went back to sleep. And so I got a ginger ale to settle my stomach and stepped out into the night air.

It was then that I recalled exactly why I loved New York at night. The air was so soothing, in the night and the darkness kind of enveloped me and I smoked my clove with the strange red glow of the street lamps. I loved how so many people were about
but that I was completely in solitude: my own world. You recall Im sure, how I loved to stand out on the balcony and smoke a clove in the middle of night? Well it was that old familiar feeling again and I stayed out there for a good long while.

A black man asked for a light and was as polite as can be about it, which had me laughing a few moments after he left, remembering the huge fat black guy who was gay talking to me and asking for a light at the Broadway.

Molly: Black men always ask you for lights.

Jaime: Yes, they seem to trust me because of the color of my clothes. *sneers*

Molly: Chubby goth boys have matches, I guess.

Jaime: Dear gods, I hope not...

So I got back, and I felt refreshed. I crawled into bed behind her and held her great big belly and kissed her cheek and her neck and her sweet plump lips that she complains are too small, and she was happy. I fell asleep only to wake up to the ever so rude wake up call to boot us out. She was murmuring and went, "Just give them more money..." and handed me 100 dollars.

I went downstairs and there was only one person in line and it was taking 15 goddamn minutes! It said $66 for four hours and thats when it happened: I snapped. My thrift sense was tingling and I refused to pay people that wake us up in the middle of the night to pay more money, nor to have another rude awakening at 7:30 am. I stormed upstairs to a very shocked and distraught reply, "Nooo, why didn't you just pay them!"

I packed our things and said, "It is 4 am now, and they just ruined any chance--at least for me--of sleep and I refuse to be robbed when I'm not even in a shady park or street..." She was half annoyed, half liking that I was in charge.

Molly: But where could you go?

Jaime: Nowhere. We left and I saved her from spending about 200 dollars for a night in the crappiest place ever. We started walking for the trains and it was then that I mentioned the Broadway hostel and how they always had movies all night long and a huge leather couch with a fireplace in the colder seasons...that we could make it there and rest until they took us in to stay at their hostel.

She laughed and went, "Do you know how the subways are on the weekends and especially at 4 am! They're all fucked up, and slow, and it takes forever to get anywhere."

I nodded remembering and said, "Well, we don't have any other choice."

And she said, "Yes, I could leave you here and go home and sleep!"

I laughed and said, "You wouldn't dare. Molly might, but not you..." I called you at 4 am out of frustration of not remembering the hostel address but of course no answer (Molly: This call never showed up on my phone.) I then decided it was 142nd street. we got to the train and some guy was screaming and making noises and hitting on women from the roof directly across from us. I sighed and held Candy close as she smoked a clove out of stress. She remarked as three plump black and spanish girls sat on the bench how it bent against them in a whisper of amazement

I had amazement of a different kind and almost whispered loudly, "Pots and kettles!" but said, "I know, geeze."

Stuffer Boy Sunday: bellylover1977



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Saturday, August 16, 2008

In Which Jaime Watches a Fat Girl Stuff Herself

If you've been following along, you'll know that Jaime recently went on a trip to NYC to meet his new BBW love, Candy. He told me the whole story one night, and now I'm sharing it with you.

After looking in vain for a hostel, Jaime and Candy take a taxi to a cheap hotel...

Jaime: The sign on the wall made my jaw drop:

"No OVERNIGHT rooms!"

We were too tired to go on and asked if we could book five hours...and then five more. They said no, but that we might, be able to come down at 4 am(!) and book four more, not five, letting us stay till 7:30 am.

We booked five.

So now the good stuff...

She didn't have a camera with her but that didn't stop her from being sexy! She stripped down in front of me and showed me cute pajamas while mostly naked and grinned and said, "See! I got them for tonight."

I was not looking at them...I sat near her and slapped her huge smooth tanned belly and said, "My god..."

She went, "Hmn?"

I said, "Your body is amazing--why, you look five months pregnant."

She shrugged and went, "I'm hungry!"

I stroked her huge gut and said, "We should order a pizza, on me..."

She apparently knew the area though and went, "Nope! I'm going to walk around the corner to Wendy's!"

I groaned. "I cannot move..."

She said, "You don't have to, silly, I'm going, and I'll bring you back something!"

I slapped her ass and said, "Do hurry, I'm starved..." and looked her body over.

She got me a baked potato (which she laughed at when I said I wanted something healthy, but to please get me extra sour creme). I told her my stomach never once got ill on sour creme, and that I loved it. She also got me a big burger. And for herself: three burgers, two large fries, three baked potatoes, a soda, and three little things of chicken nuggets.

She laid out as much food as a pizza would have cost and went, "I was hungry, so I got three of everything! Oh.. and heres yours, baby," and tossed me my meager meal *grins* My jaw was picked up by my hand and I watched her begin chowing down.

The room had one redeeming quality: it was surrounded by mirrors! I watched as she ate slowly at first. She lifted her shirt that was uncomfortable and displayed her increasingly buddha-like belly. I sat beside her and slapped both hands over her gut
and stroked it. Her shirt came off completely and she asked what I thought of her belly, as my eyes strayed to her tits
I nuzzled my head between her breasts and kissed down to her huge belly as she ate and said, "I think its the most perfect belly i've ever beheld in my entire life...I think you're beautiful.." and kissed her navel deeply as she sighed in pleasure. She let out a burp and I patted her bulging belly. She was halfway through and wasn't stopping. Her belly had gotten about twice as big already and sat nicely on her lap.

I lifted the final burger to her lips and fed her delicious bite after delicious bite. I then said, "You're getting full, lean against me..."

She gasped and her hand went to her tummy as she burped and went, "I would crush you!" in a shy girlish way.

I laughed and said, "I'm in enough pain already, this sort would be welcomed," and allowed her to...wait a second!
Didn't I once fantasize about doing this with that same girl? Im getting deja vu...I was typing to you, Molly, something similar
about fast food and her weight being painful to me...

I don't know any more, I wrote back, this sounds like every fantasy you've ever had all rolled into one!

Jaime: *Grins* imagine had I been able to stay a week...what I could accomplish...

So she sat in my arms and eased back and I held her big full belly as she devoured the last burger and baked potato a bit more slowly. She felt amazing and she kept leaning forward every few moments--making her belly bulge ominously round--from fear of crushing me to death. I fingered her deep navel and jiggled her gut while she moaned to be careful.

She finished the entire bag and got up and held her belly for me, presenting it to my eyes. "Did it get alot bigger?" she asked shyly.

I said, "You're so huge, baby, that I doubt very much you can even see your toes..."

She giggled and crawled to the bed, her belly touching it as she swayed, stuffed, on all fours. She fell onto the bed and it shook.

I swooped down over her to hold her tenderly to me. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded, murmuring weakly, and went, "I...*BURP*...ate too fast..." and held her fat belly ache.

It was then that I had an urge to kiss her tenderly--and did so. We kissed very long and deep and I fondled her incredibly vast belly. She lay on her side--her belly got even bigger to my eyes--and said, "Rub it...I've never had anyone rub it before..."

I collapsed with a moan to my kneels and fell upon her cushion of gut. I then listened to her big big belly rumbling with food
and said, "It's talking to me..." as I rubbed it slowly.

She asked breathlessly, "What is it saying..."

I said, "'Too much food...don't feed me another bite, I just may pop!'" and slapped her gut.

She giggled and said, "Nope! Listen again!" and forced my head against her fat bulging belly. My face sunk against her gut and it growled.

I blinked and went, "Oh...it's saying, 'The Wendy's was delicious, but please feed me some ice cream!'"

She laughed and said, "Now that sounds more like my belly!" and rubbed it as well.

I explored her belly for some time. [Since] she said she had eaten too fast I was very tender with her gut. I fondled her breasts as well and sent her huge udders to rolling and quivering, nipples dark and hard. She smelled of vanilla (and mexican food slightly, which to my surprise, wasn't as appealing!)

She then complained loudly that her thighs were in pain and red. I felt them and they were huge and red hot.

Molly: They rub together.

Jaime: Yes.

She said, "My thighs are best friends, they never separate!" I said it was romantic. I massaged her thighs and held her huge belly and she moaned in pleasure.

Then she whispered in the smallest voice: "When you do that, I get excited because of how close you are to..." and blushed.

I of course, had no mercy and grinned wickedly and grabbed her mound and began rubbing it directly. She moaned and her back arched and her belly quivered. She jiggled and shook which each shuddering gasp and I felt wetness there. She came and went to clean up, giggling softly, and I laid staring at the mirror.

She came back and was very heavy and very tired and she had begun shivering. I cupped her face and held her close and said, "What, it's not that cold in here, are you ok?"

She held me tight and now had her shirt on but her belly wouldn't cover up. So I held it and I tucked her into the blankets and wrapped her up and kissed her and she said suddenly very shyly, "Why are you so nice to me..."

I was incredulous and went, "No one shows you the slightest affection or warmth when with you?"

She shook her head and scooted closer and said abashed "No, you're nicer than they were..." so I caressed her face laying next to her and looked into her eyes and kissed her softly without overly lustful movements. I was as tender as I could possibly be. She murmured how good it felt just for me to be touching her face.

I decided not to fuck her that night, so I told her the story of how I couldn't sleep without something between my thighs, how I once had lain with a girl I liked very much and watched movies all night and how our thighs were intertwined, and that it felt nice to be tangled up in someone so I always need a pillow or a person with me when I sleep.

She obliged and smiled and wrapped her thighs with mine and held me tight and rested her head on my chest. I got about an hour's sleep with her like that.

But what will they do when they have to leave?

Friday, August 15, 2008

In Which Jaime and Candy Flirt (and Jaime Says Something Coarse)

If you've been following along, you'll know that Jaime recently went on a trip to NYC to meet his new BBW love, Candy. He told me the whole story one night, and now I'm sharing it with you.

After they met, Jaime wrote, he and Candy went for a walk in the mall...

Jaime: ...because I needed to visit a rest room.

We walked past various stores, and she said things like, "Oh, do you like the Ground Round?", which I guess was a restaurant.

I said "What? Oh, I've never even heard of it." She sighed and asked if I liked some other store, I said, "I am not a native here, half these places I've never even heard of, I'm sorry!"

But then we passed a Gamestop and she said, "Oh.." *wicked grin of hers* "Do you like Gamestop?"

To which I moaned and said, "Oh yes.." and we entered. She bought me Mass Effect for the xbox 360.

After we got out of Gamestop she said, "Are you feeling better now?" and gently pressed my tummy.

I said, "Yes, much."

She murmured, "I knew you would, boys and their toys..." She was a clever and witty latina girl.

I gallantly took out a pack of black cloves and went, as I took one, "I did have a pack to myself but they ran out, so I've had one or two of yours..."

And she gasped in mock outrage and took one--"So, these are all mine hmn?"--and she couldn't light it.

"Yes, if you can light them..." I laughed and had a bit of fun mocking her, then lit her clove as a man should and put it in her sweet mouth. She was reliant on me to light her cloves and let me carry them.

We walked the streets looking for transportation to my list of hostels after the numbers failed to work. I was constantly making small talk and comments that weren't well received or understood because I had failed to take my medicine. So she began to perceive me as a bit of an ass and clumsy, as you, Molly, can testify to. I could tell when she raised her eyebrows sometimes, she wondered where the smooth and clever man had gone.

So, after no luck with hostels she was complaining of sore thighs. I too had sore legs and unceremoniously stated my balls hurt

She frowned and said, "Why?"

"Same reason as you, walking, and I happen to have very large balls that get in the way when I walk."

She half shuddered, half glanced. I had her. She was now used to my course ways and found me a bit attractive.

We went on her desire, to a cheap motel. She simply couldn't walk another block. Before leaving the [taxi] of a black man, he went, "Oh, I'm glad I got you two here, I didn't want to ruin your Friday night! You two look like you in the mood for somethin! Enjoy the motel!"

I said, "Thanks brother..." and got out.

He went, "What a lady you got man, she even fits the bill!" when she paid for the car ride.

I nodded and went, "Yes, she is all that."

Friday BBW: Extra Pepperoni


IMG_2235.JPG, originally uploaded by agent lover.



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Thursday, August 14, 2008

In Which Jaime First Meets Candy

If you've been following along, you'll know that Jaime recently went on a trip to NYC to meet his new BBW love, Candy. He told me the whole story one night, and now I'm sharing it with you. This is the part where Jaime meets Candy for the first time:

Jaime wrote to me, I did make it to New York, as you well know by now. After arriving an hour late, I got a call from Candy as I got off the bus and stretched my legs a bit.

She said, "I didn't know if you were still coming."

To which I raised an eyebrow and said, "Why wouldn't I be?"

She said, "Well for starters, you're an hour later than I expected, I've been waiting for you." It was then that I noticed the time. I apologized and said it was the bus not me. I then told her what gate I was at, she had no idea how to reach it. I eventually made my way up to a level with lots of stores and shops. I said to her, "I'm at a candy shop, called "Sweets of Plenty" (or something like that ). "I'm sure you know where that is..."

She actually did. And a few moments later I see what looks to be a slightly short woman with dark tinted purple glasses on and a headband walking swiftly and looking about.

She had on a purple dress and had her dark jacket buttoned up to conceal...bulk. She looked like a scene from some movie. She did have a lovely accent: it was very clear and friendly, with hints of latina about it. It belonged to a much thinner woman, so she must have been one, once upon a time.

At this point Molly broke in: Wait, how can you say her voice belonged to a skinny girl?

Well it wasn't a typical fat girl voice, Jaime explained. It was like a cute petite girl. it wasn't a thick, accent, or voice. It was clear. Most fat people let their chins get in the way and mumble.

*ahem*

So she doesn't see me--all in black, lurking in the shadows of the candy shop--and plows right past me. I go, "I'm right behind you."

To which she says in alarm, "No you're not! I didn't see you!"

I replied in an annoyed tone, "Exactly, you went right past me, turn, around."

She laughed nervously and went, "No, thats creepy, you're stalking me, you're a stalker aren't you!" Nervous laugh again.

I sighed, and went, "Would you slow down! You were looking for me! Its not stalking when you call the 'stalker' and want to find them!"

She dropped her bags and turned around grinning. "I guess you're too cute to be a stalker..."

I raised an eyebrow and nodded and forgot to hug her or smile like I promised. My stomach was in pains from chasing a fat girl.

She said, "Oh, you don't look so good, what's wrong?"

I swayed on my feet. "A bit sick.. past few days, stomach virus perhaps, I should be fine in a bit maybe..."

She put her arms around me and made typical cute sounds of, "Awww.. why didn't you tell me?"

I looked at her and the first thing I noticed was that she had extremely smooth skin and big brown eyes. She looked far better than I thought she would with hair back and glasses on. The urge to tell her to put her hair down and take those stupid things off her eyes failed to enter my mind as often as it might have. She was smooth and curvy and smelt good. I hugged her for support, in my weakness.

She asked if I liked what I saw so far in New York, I made an ill received joke of, "Well, so far so good: such vast landscapes of beauty and sights to see, very large sights, the architecture is flawless..."

She raised an eyebrow and went, "What...are you talking about..."

It would ruin it if I said "her", so I went on walking. She...[was] holding onto my arm, and we went into the mall.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

You don't have a fetish, you're just selfish

Violet Blue critiqued an article by Psychology Today entitled "Typically Twisted" The article attempts to de-mystify many of the thoughts and behaviors people keep secret for fear of not being seen as "normal". Like fetishes, for example (direct quote):

A practice that is harmful, exploitative, or dangerous—such as pedophilia or public flashing—is deemed abnormal. But outside such clearly damaging obsessions, human-sexuality experts have a general rule: Unusual sexual practices are mostly harmless as long as they are part of a range of sexual responses. If you like dirty talk or get aroused by women's underwear, that's nothing to worry about...


Ok, I thought, until I finished the sentance:

... unless it's the only thing that turns you on.

Then it's usually called a paraphilia, defined as unconventional sexual behavior that's both obsessive and compulsive. For instance: A guy who can get off only when he's wearing diapers, or a woman who insists on dominating her partner. The person "is now substituting a behavior for a partner, and the behavior has become necessary for sexual satisfaction," sex educator and author Yvonne Fulbright explains.

A little bit of kink is a good thing if it spurs open-mindedness and a spirit of adventure. But when an object or a ritual becomes more important than the living, breathing partner, it gets in the way of a relationship and of sexual fulfillment
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Oh, crap.

I've had ten partners in my life, and I've never asked any of them to stuff themselves while having sex (mostly because until recently I wouldn't have been able to tell them what I wanted if they asked me). Instead I've pushed myself to be what--for me--might be termed "adventurous". With all the proper contraceptives and barriers in place (and sometimes not), I've been penetrated in all my holes. I've had penises and fingers and dildoes in my pussy, ass, and mouth. I've been sucked, licked, and fingered, experienced rimming, been handcuffed to a chair and even spanked (by my request). And there's never been a time when I've let my lover go before they've cum themselves. Usually, it's through my mouth on their dick, because I love to swallow sperm. Once, it was when I got a girl to squirt.

So much for just sexual reciprocity--how about emotional? Of the different people I've been with, some I've loved, some I've hated, some have just been a casual fling. Every one of the experiences has involved me reaching out to my partner, wanting to know what they liked, wanting to know about their lives. Some of these experiences have changed me forever, making me think deeply about how another's mind works, how I should treat people, and how I wanted to be treated myself.

But of all these varied experiences, not any of them has ever brought me to orgasm.

For a long time I was miserable over this. I've had partners feeling inadequate because they couldn't get me off. I thought there was something wrong with me. Then I thought I was just a normal woman. Then I thought it was just because my lovers couldn't find my clit. Then I found a lover that loved pussy and was willing to spend hours down there doing all kinds of things... but still nothing.

Then one day I was wandering around Myspace and saw this picture: instant orgasm.

This has brought me to only one conclusion: The only thing that's ever taken me "there"--the only thing that makes the blood flow and my clit swell and finally every muscle in my pussy convulse with delight--is watching a skinny boy eating until his slender belly bulges out into a tight dome. No exceptions.

I could go on like I have been. I could chalk it all up to some kind of strange narcissism on my part and find a partner that was only into normal sex--and by "normal" I mean light BDSM or vanilla. And then I'd never have an orgasm again--unless it was through masturbation. Now that's what I call selfish.

The thing that puzzles me most about this article is how it can simply be narcissism at work, when I've searched for years to find an alternative that would allow my partners to get me off?

But what do you guys think? How do you answer the question of balancing what gets you off with finding a partner you can connect with--especially if you only get turned on by something rare? Is it like being gay, something that cannot be changed and must be lived out in order to be a fully developed human being... or is it just as narrow as only seeing a skinny blonde chick (or a fat blonde chick) as attractive?

I've cross posted this on Myspace and Fantasy Feeder. At the end of the week I'll cull out the best answers for a new post. This is something I've been struggling to come to terms with, so I'd love you guys to comment with any of your thoughts, feelings, or experiences. This probably won't be my last post on this topic... the "Typically twisted" article is being hooted in several places, but it's gotten me thinking about how I and other tummy fetishists tick...and this will definitely not be my last post on the subject.

Monday, August 11, 2008

In Which Jaime Chastises Me for My Neglect

Jaime was supposed to stay in New York a week with his new BBW love, Candy. Thus I was quite surprised to see his name pop up on Yahoo yesterday.

ME: Hi?

JAIME: Yes, unfortunately: "hi, sweet sister."

ME: Didn't make it, huh?

JAIME: Good help is so hard to find these days.. *glares*

ME: I don't know why you couldn't find a hostel...
I refused to hold Jaime's hand, no matter what situation he had gotten himself into through his own negligence. But instead I was surprised:

JAIME: I did. 16 times. All booked. I arrived an hour late, due to the bus running into traffic...that right there skewered our Conney Island chances. My stomach was roiling, and in fact did not get better until today--

ME: Wait, are you in New York [now or not]?


He cursed my stupidity.

JAIME: I called you at 6...30...AM...From...New...York! The girl was right beside me! I hadn't had sleep, hadn't had a shower, and hadn't eaten. It annoyed me that you hung up on me because of my desperate...perhaps angry tones...because I got you up from your warm sweet bed while I was resting on subway benches! (He reflected ruefully.) ..and beginning to smell a bit. *frowns* I had such empathy for homeless people by the end, that I gave one my 25 dollar metro unlimited.

He must have been quite moved indeed--generosity from Jaime doesn't happen often. Feeling contrite, I explained to him that I didn't even fully remember him calling me--I had almost missed my own college graduation for this unfortunate habit of not becoming fully conscious before 8am.

JAIME: Your subconscious is a real bitch. :) I informed her so with a lovely message I hope you got.

I told him that I indeed had, and he was mollified. He promised to tell me the story of his short stay in New York, of his meeting with the pretty BBW Candy, and the things that they did there--which involved quite a few trips to Wendy's. So sit back, relax, and allow the Valiant Bastard to tell his story...in his own words.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Jinglewingle



[Via.] Thanks, Cee!

Not A Good Time

Jaime may have never made it to New York to dally with his growing model. My phone went off at 6am (on a Saturday morning!) Still mostly unconscious, I expected a tale of lascivious gluttony and instead heard a demand that I go on the internet and find a hostel for him.

"I'm sleeping," I whined as a wave of exhaustion rolled over me and I turned over, shutting the phone on his indignant exclamations. When it rang again a second later I slapped it off.

When I came fully awake I wondered if I had dreamed it, but Q. (who's visiting) had heard me too. Later in the day I found he'd left a voice message:

"You might be expecting an apology," he said, "but FUCK YOU! Talk to you later."

Thursday, August 7, 2008

I have friends in porn

I opened up my email yesterday to find that Jaime has been busy lately: 

Well well! Next week expect the headlines of "The Valiant Bastard Does New York 2: Bigger Longer and Uncut!" somewhere on the internet.

Somewhere, somehow, he had hooked up with a plus size model, and was going to be traveling to New York City for a week to photograph her.

oh, and she said I could put it anywhere *Grins* Im back baby! Hail to the King! talk to you later

"Holy Fuck," I said.

The first time Jaime had been to Manhattan had been with me. It was the culmination of a month's worth of e-mails, phone calls and occasional webcam sex ending in a carnival blur where we gave each other the flu, fondled each other on trains, talked about stuffing in public, went to a burlesque show, lost my wallet, got drunk in Times Square and ran out of a comedy show without paying. Just thinking of the Jaime again in Manhattan--both gothy and polished, ready to skewer you with his wit even when he had some of the coarsest personal habits I'd ever encountered--sent me into the mix of alarm and glee you would feel when watching one of your favorite villains stride across the screen.

Later I asked for more details. They're going to the botanical gardens first, Jaime enthused, and conney isle (Me: Ah, I remember Coney Isle), and the movies, and the park for a picnic, and the buffet...

The girl, I realized, was more than plus size. Jaime would be spending the week with what amounted to a professional gainer girl, delightedly feeding her popcorn through movies and sandwiches in Central Park. she also gives full body massages, wrote Jaime, and before I could finish typing a reply he added, and gives excellent head.

Sheesh, I thought. Jaime, my stepbrother. He sends me pictures of his conquests and copies and pastes anything partiularily cruel or hilarious in his online conversations for me to read. Sometimes I get as wildly excited as he. Others, I don't know what to do with it all and tell him to stop.

And what does this pretty girl look like? I ask.

Exotic, wrote Jaime. She has an accent.

Once I had quit teasing him for his cultural nearsightedness he elaborated... slightly. that belly is smooth as fuck. and pudgy.
and deep navel with no creases. She's tanned,
said Jaime, a lovely BBW.

Her name, appropriately enough, is Candy.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

one life, take two



An important member of the sex-positive community urgently needs our help.


Jefferson—blogger, educator, and dear friend to so many of us—is at this moment fighting a court battle with his ex-wife, who is seeking full custody of their three children.

Jefferson’s love for his children has been well-documented on his blog One Life, Take Two for years. His ex-wife has stated in court that he is a “great” father who loves his children.

However, among her claims is that his bisexuality makes him an unfit parent.


Jefferson needs our help now. As a writer, his resources are limited. The costs of fighting this case are mounting quickly—and will certainly run into the tens of thousands of dollars.

As of today, there is an urgent and immediate need for at least $20,000 to cover costs associated with attorney fees and those of the law guardian who has been appointed to represent the children.

If he is unable to pay these fees by August 11, he will be forced to relinquish custody of his children.


This case is of concern to anyone whose sexuality does not fit the standard mold—because it could happen to you. This case is of concern to all writers, because Jefferson’s blog is being used as evidence against him—and that could have repercussions for our First Amendment rights.

Here’s how to help:

Make an ANONYMOUS, TAX-DEDUCTIBLE contribution to Jefferson’s legal defense by visiting the Sexual Freedom Defense and Education Fund at:

Sexual Freedom Legal Defense and Education Fund


There you will find out how to donate to Jefferson’s Defense Fund via PayPal or if you prefer, check or money order.

Please note that you MUST mention that your donation be used for the JEFFERSON LEGAL DEFENSE FUND.

One Life, Take Two has been relaunched with information about Jefferson’s ongoing case. Be sure to visit his blog for updates. In the meantime, you can contact Friends of Jefferson directly at friendsofjefferson@gmail.com.

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Monday, August 4, 2008

Pretty BBWs: Christina Curves



This is good BBW porn.

I didn't think I knew what it was before, but, as always, it's the simple things: a mischevious look, and an enthusiastic boy.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Txt Sx

Molly: --stuffs you!--

The Colt: --mmphs!--

Molly: U'll pop off all ur buttons!

The Colt: Buttons are for the weak!