Bang, Bang! BBW Monday Rides Again!

Photo of thisprairielife from nekkidbbw. You can see the rest of her set here if you join the group.

The last time I put out the call for pics of awesome looking fat girls, Thursday's Child said she wasn't sure what I was looking for. It's true, I wasn't terrifically clear on that. So I gave it some thought, what I wanted BBW Monday to look like, and surfed around on the internet a bit. And now I know.

I want it to look like nekkidbbw.

Remember how a long time ago I was surprised to actually find sex (*gasp!*) on LJ? (You can go ahead and make fun of me, it's ok.) Nekkidbbw is another one of those awesome groups. What I wanted was to find well-shot, semi-artsy pics of well-dressed fat girls...that weren't necessarily from a porn site. ('Cuz at that time that's most of what I was finding, fat girls on porn sites.) Nekkidbbw shows all that, and more.

It's just regular girls taking off their clothes and taking pics of themselves, and that's exactly what I find so fascinating about it. Some of the pics are shot with artistic intent, some chicks just want to show off their new tats. The pics are self-portraits taken with blurry cams in the privacy of the bathroom, or in studio lighting with the help of a friend. The size of the girls range from slightly plump to SSBBWS. It's all very raw: you get to see other people's boobs, stretchmarked bellies, or sometimes even full vaginas (once with a tampon string peaking out). And since this is a private LJ group (you have to join to see many of the pictures), it's intimate. We get to see a little slice of these girls' personalities and lives. Of what their bedrooms are like. Of what they look like to their lovers. Of their style in underthings (and really, a lot of these girls have really rockin' underwear.) And at the end all the boys leave comments telling 'em how hot they are. Which, really, is what the world needs more of. :)

So really, I'd just like to steal nekkidbbw's feed and make it my BBW Monday every week. But really, why do that when you can send me your own rockin' pics? Email me at missmollyren@gmail.com, and you could find yourself being next week's pretty BBW!

Are you the next Pretty BBW?

Image via Little Extra's Myspace collection of hot curvy babes

Peeps, I have been remiss.

When I first began this blog, I had a weekly pic of a Pretty BBW, sometimes on a Friday, sometimes on a Monday. Then came a housemate oversight...and, well, we won't go into that. Safe to say, I haven't put one up for a while.

But now I want to make it a weekly thing again. Problem is, I'm still having trouble finding that Ideal Curvy Chick Photo. Not so much BBW porn, but hot and challenging pics of larger bodies--not necessarily nekkid. Pics that show real knowledge of how to use a camera. Pics that might even have been taken by the girls themselves.

I need your help! The internet is way to big, even for me. ;) If you have a Flickr account*, you can post your hot tummy pics (stuffed or unstuffed) under the tag "stuffiesblog"--currently, of which there are none. (You know, I didn't get one Thanksgiving pic? Not one! I must be too perverted for my own good...) Or you can email me with links at missmollyren (at) gmail (dot) com. If it's of you, tell me something about yourself and why you like your body...and if it's of someone else, tell me where you got it. That's really all you need.

And as always, if I ever post a photo that you don't want up here (i.e., it's of you and you would rather not be the unwitting participant in some pervert's fetish blog) I'll take it down right away. 'Cuz I'm nice like that.

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*I first saw this method used on Sinclair's blog and on Genderfork. I don't know which of them thought of it first, but it's brilliant, so I'm using it too. ;)

BBW Monday: Along Came A Spider...

Via Wikimedia Commons

In honor of Halloween, today's Pretty BBW is the burlesque dancer I've most wanted to see live: Miss Dirty Martini! Where can I get some pasties like that in time for this Friday?

But even if I can't bejewel my tits, I think I might have a treat or two in store for y'all later in the week. Stay tuned!

Related:

◆ Miss Dirty's Website

◆ Are YOU the next BBW? Submit a photo to missmollyren (at) gmail (dot) com

Friday BBW: Extra Pepperoni

IMG_2235.JPG, originally uploaded by agent lover.

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.

BBW Monday: Coy Pink

You can see the rest of this set here.

This week's BBW is the long-overdue Coy Pink. She and her gorgeous husband collaborate to bring their readers beautifully shot HNT's almost every week. It's always a treat to see what theme they'll pick, and how happy Coy always looks showing off her curves.

Pretty BBWs: Angel

Angel is probably one of those BBW models that are famous in their own right, I just haven't been in "the scene" long enough to hear about her. Her photos look kind of old (but doesn't all pr0n?) So forgive me if I'm linking you to a site that everyone already knows about, but I found her hot enough to share on BBW Monday. Her photos are riddled with "no reposting" watermarks, so I'm just putting up the link... but the link takes you to a gallery full of this snow-skinned and red-haired goddess.

It's tempting to think that in the fetish world rules are simply turned on their heads and the ugly becomes beautiful, but every now and then I'll see a set of photos that remind me there are a different set of ideals at work, not no ideals at all. Angel looks the way I wish I looked, with a flawless skin, longer hair, and a thinner face. She is symmetrical as any top model you see in the magazine ads, only... more. She's what I think of as a "crossover" model: someone that makes fat look hot, even to a person with "normal" desires.

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."

BBW Monday: Essin' Em

Do we stick with the same types/methods of attraction through out our lives, or is this something that changes and morphs as we do? Am I going to be doomed to either short yet passionate lustful attractions, or else having to convince myself that I’m attracted to people as I spend more and more time with them? Or perhaps, is there hope for me?

~ Types of Attraction

Today's BBW is the wonderfully queer and delightfully geeky Essin' Em! She chronicles her Denver adventures in roller derby, sex ed, aching hearts and aching knees on her blog Sexuality Happens.

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.

Pretty BBWs: Umbrella

I found her on a shameless advertizement for a sex video--but doesn't she have the greatest smile?



This is also, you will notice, BBW Tuesday instead of BBW Monday. Baywords was down last night, and now my tag archives just send you to a balnk page. (Look to the top left of the page and click on "open navigation" if you're wondering what I'm talking about.) I'm hoping this is some kind of maintenance that will be sorted out by the end of the day, or else Molly will be displeased.

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

she sure knows how to handle a weapon. . . ., originally uploaded by thee most exalted potentate of love.

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.

BBW Friday: Simone Fox

[Via.]

I suppose technically this isn't so much a BBW Friday post as a Big Boob Friday post.

The appreciation of mammoth tits isn't exactly my fetish, but it goes with the territory of admiring larger bodies. It's a liking I can understand, somewhat along the same principles that I understand liking chocolate cake: if one slice is great, wouldn't a bigger slice be even better?

But, just like with chocolate cake, it's easy to get into overload. Looking at the picture above, I think, Those are some damn big titties. But then I see the rest of the gallery. Those tits aren't just big enough to squeeze a strawberry in, they're big enough to write her entire name on in whipped cream. And then she eats the strawberry, using her tits as her own personal dipping bowl. And then she smears it all around until she resembles nothing so much as a pair of giant melons that have been dipped in half and half until they're dripping--

God, you're still here? Go look at the gallery already--I've gone into sugar shock.

BBW Monday: Lotion and Cigarettes

This is what I need: a nice slaveboy to rub lotion all over me.

Though if you follow the link to the gallery you won't see so much lusty buttfucking as tender foreplay involving more foot massages and shared cigarettes, ending with the boy blissfully pillowing his head on her bosom as she merrily fucks herself with a pink dildo. I guess it's just the romantic in me.

I would also like to add that finding pretty BBWs is hard--I have a whole new respect for the guys at Fleshbot. When I started this weekly celebration of pretty fat girls I swore I'd only put up the best of the net... not realizing a the time that I had no idea what that was. I still don't, so I'm afraid that every week you'll just be seeing what I think is pretty or sexy... and Cee and me disagree pretty often on what makes someone hot.

What BBWs should I be watching, then, dear sexblog readers? Leave a comment with the link, and I'll check them out for future BBW Mondays!

BBW Friday: Transmitting Data

[Via.]

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.

BBW Monday: Curvaceous Dee

This week's BBW is New Zealand's very own Curvaceous Dee! As you can see, she is so lovely that she only makes love to gods and goddesses.

BBW Monday: "She didn't come with a name, just prettiness."

Via riotclitshave, the greatest photoblog in the world.

I get very annoyed with the comments whenever I post a skinny girl- people just can’t seem to help themselves. After the hundredth “sammich” comment I just want to delete the post. Which is why you’ll never see me post a picture specifically pointed at making fun of a fat person. People are cruel and I don’t want my journal to be a place for people to get hurt.

--quoted from riotclitshave's interview with Coilhouse.



Related:

◆ See more beautiful bellies in Molly's Flickr favorites!

◆ Are YOU the next pretty BBW? Submit a photo to missmollyren (at) gmail (dot) com

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It's a Disney movie, people. And they've written the next BBW lover's anthem.

BBW Monday: Breaking News

All photos: creaturetheatre's Superhero Set on Flikr

Max and I went to go see The Dark Knight yesterday; everyone and their cat has blogged about it already, but as I settled back and watched the Watchmen trailer unfold I found myself grinning.

"Yes, we were crazy, we were kinky...all those things that people say..."*

Yeah, he'd pegged us: but good. Everyone knows Catwoman is a dominatrix with ears; Mr. Wayne's very expensive garage isn't that much different from some descriptions I've read of the cybergeek who goes out at night dressed in black rubber. When I had shown the Colt my latest stuffer story, how Mr. Six was fabulosly wealthy, spent his time with fetishy beauties and tore up the night in a black car, he had exclaimed: He sounds like a superhero!



This is what we all want (minus the risk of sudden death): to make our own strange, creepy, sexy worlds with all the passion of a movie director. Only we live it, refusing to see the boundary of what most people think of as "fantasy"... we do it every day in our own bedrooms, with handcuffs and riding crops and Mentos and bottles of soda... we turn ourselves into creatures out of dream.



Thoughts of the Colt, his thigh-highs and fishnets hidden beneath his suit, of the bulging and stretching of the human body, Rorschach's mask shoved up over his lips and delicate garters all blended and buzzed in the back of my mind as the knife play and explosions danced across the screen; I subtly shifted my weight, pressing my freshly shaved pussy against the seams of my skirt, pressing it into the seat.

When the lights went up tho, I exclaimed to Max, "So Batman is Jesus now?!"

He laughed. We went out and while I waited for him to finish up in the bathroom I began idly texting, my fingers framing cheerful messages to boys I never expected an answer from: the Roman, the Colt. Two weeks and counting since his last text message...

We were waiting for the bus when my phone throbbed in my hand.

Omgoodness thank you for messaging me! I had my new car stolen up in [state halfway across the country] and lost a lot of my stuff :< I hate it here!

"Oh my god!" I yelled.

Max: "What is it?"

"It's this... boy... I know..." My stuffer boy, who I've yet to meet in the flesh. "I haven't heard from him in a while."

"The UK boy?"

"No, another one..."

Cyberslut.

The whole time my fingers were moving: Do you have any idea how worried I've been?!

I could guess :<

My wayward Colt had returned. Was I happy? I didn't know.

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*A quote from Watchmen, of course.

BBW Monday: Ren Fair

Joylawn1, originally uploaded by Bigbabe715.

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.