Pervertables: If Halloween is Goth Christmas, then Thanksgiving is Feederism Christmas

It's true. It's the only time feeders/feedees in the US are allowed--and allowed to encourage other people--to overeat in public. It's like having a holiday where, for an entirely innocent reason, we're all told it's ok to gently rub our dicks or our pussies.

I used to hate Thanksgiving (relatives are boring, and I'm not too fond of turkey, stuffing, cranberries, or green beans). But thanks to several of the Belly Brigade* telling me that they'll think of me today as they push their capacities to the utmost, it's become the dirtiest holiday of the year.

What are my plans to celebrate? Well, since I'm a bit displaced at the moment (Q. is having a much-needed holiday with her BF) I'll be attending a dinner party with Avril that's being hosted by the BHM around 3pm today. If anything dramatic happens I'll probably blog about it later, since technically I'm crashing it. (I'd Tweet it, but I can't seem to get Twitter to acknowledge my phone. Maybe I need a new one for Christmas...)

Also, if you're a feedee in the US who's celebrating today, why don't you send me a photo of the results for the special Stuffies After Thanksgiving Edition? If you're a perv on Flickr, you can post your hot tummy pics (stuffed or unstuffed) under the tag "stuffiesblog"--currently, of which there are none. Or you can email me at missmollyren (at) gmail (dot) com. I'll post the best ones right here during the rest of this week.

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The "Belly Brigade", BTW, isn't a club or something with a paid membership, as some people seem to think. Even though I've jokingly put it on a few photos I found on Flickr, it's really turned into the name for the few feedee boys I talk with online on a regular basis, such as Cee, the Colt, and BBB. They're the ones I care about the most.

Also:

◆ Confused as to who the heck it is that I'm writing about? Check out the Who's Who of Stuffies.

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

Janie Blooms Talks About Her Tummy

Janie has been one of my favourite sex bloggers ever since she wrote so hilariously about her first try at anal sex. In Janie Dresses Up, she writes about her late blooming love for dresses. How they make her feel girly, sexy, for almost the first time. And her changing view of her own body, which a lot of us sexy BBWs can relate to:

Which isn’t something I talk about here, really. My chubby issues. It’s not that I’m trying to pass as some skinny girl of my readers’ dreams. It’s just an issue that’s a blog on its own and besides, my tummy has never prevented me from having orgasms or good sex. In fact, my stomach has become my most erogenous zone, apart from the obvious ones (pussy, breasts, ass). It was a scary thing when someone first touched my stomach and I found it very arousing. Because it is a place on my body that holds for me, historically, tons of shame, insecurity, and doubt. However, there is a miracle that happens in sexuality. Or at least in mine. All those negative-ish feelings about my tummy translate into physical sensitivity. My fears about my stomach not being attractive are eroticized and, bam, kink is born. Touch my stomach in a certain way, grope it, massage it, and well, I get very, very wet kids. And boys who have elicited this reaction out of me, well, this reaction has often made them touch my stomach even more, and in turn, I have started to treasure my tummy. As a place of power, of VULNERABILITY. Vulnerability is power, folks.

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

Pervertables: or, Seeing My Own Fetish the Way Freud Sees Penises

If you read a lot of too many sex blogs, you might come across pervertables. As Amourous Propensistes says, a pervertable can be defined as, "When commonplace items are converted to erotic." BDSM people can have great fun with this (a spatula can whack a bottom as easily as a flogger). But conouseurs of other, rarer fetishes practice another form of perversion altogether: the scouring of movies, books, and Google for media that unknowingly dials the number of our own sick fantasies.

Anyone who is spending time on this site and has also seen Willy Wonka or the cartoon version of Charlotte's Web is nodding by now.

So it is with the deepest apologies to MikeCindynJoe, the author(s?) of the blog Shared Cindy, for pointing my readers to a post that begins with gluttony and ends with a fuckfest between two men and two women. Here's a snippet:

For myself I shamelessly devoured a bratwurst, 2 beef tamales, 2 teriyaki sticks, a BBQ'ed pulled-pork sandwich, an ear of roasted corn dripping with butter, and a warm funnel cake drizzled with smashed strawberries and dusted with powdered sugar. OMG! All of this was interspersed with numerous samples of beers from their respective countries of origin (burp).

It was dark when we finally left and we were so overstuffed we were practically in pain...

The next morning, a tender scene begins:

Seeing Cindy already in the process of getting spit-roasted caused Suzy to mock-pout and say, "Hey... no fair!" and she quickly crossed the room and gave Cindy a gentle shove that caused her to roll over onto her side, leaving Joe and me with stiff, wet erections throbbing in midair. Before Cindy could recover, Suzy quickly crawled onto the bed, took Cindy's place and her husband's stiff dick in her mouth and offered her upturned and shapely ass to me. Wow.

Read the whole post here.