young, gifted and fat

(A post made before the December 2018 decision to block and ban nudity)

So I have had this blog for two months now and it’s been a terrific ride so far. Hi to all my followers and thank you to all content providers!

There’s a lot to like here, especially for someone with a minority preference in nude pictures not much catered for in mainstream sites. The touching generosity of women who post pictures of themselves regularly is and has been a revelation. The first human exchange was sharing (not barter, as many commonly hold to be true) and being able to enjoy high quality, amateur SSBBW content without feeling I need to do anything more than send an appreciative message in return restores much of my faith in people. Especially when there is much happening worldwide today which works to diminish that faith...

However, one or two issues provide flies in the ointment. I’m pointing out the obvious to experienced hands here, and I doubt if those doing the offending are reading this. Nonetheless...

1) “Scraper” blogs that do nothing but capture freely posted amateur content then posted under obnoxious captions offering (for example) “Fuck a BBW whore today” for payment;

2) The perennial problem of men with the interpersonal diplomacy of a Pershing missile. Their first contact with an often vulnerable or insecure female poster is to send a picture of their aroused member, or a “hey u show me ur pussy?” message;

3) Posters who reblog content but remove captions. I’ve had this with my posts, but since I own the rights to none of the pictures think it’s merely irritating. Imagine how it feels if you are the originator of the picture (either by selfie or from a partner) and captions have been pared away to make the post lose what it was intended to say;

4) Morphs not clearly labelled as such. I like good bold curves as much as the next FA fella (or gal). But why Photoshop a woman’s body to enlarge her proportions and then post it without a clear warning that it was modified? I want to be as near to the original form as possible, and if you want to play with a graphics editor that’s also fine. Just don’t mix up the authentic and the manipulated;

(2 Definitions from The Urban Dictionary)

In tribute to a special big, beautiful girl

Last week I made a Yorkshire pudding exactly like your breast. It was hard to believe a form so exquisite could rise out of simple heat and batter. There it was, fleshing the tin, puffed out into a bold dome, a four inch aureolanipple of toasted brown crowning its summit in triumph.

Nobody had seen this queensome pudding flowering into the marvel I now beheld. Only intense waves of electric swelter had witnessed its form springing out from spoonfuls of creamy egg on the oven shelf.  I have made countless Yorkshire puddings before, but this was the only one to imitate your womanly bosom. No other pudding before could match its perfection in form and colour. They had come out flattened, or with tops that were cratered or uneven; they'd had a wish to swell into food alone and not copy your breasts. I wasn't sorry, because in a few short seconds my single, prize pudding breast itself began to topple and deflate. I couldn't have kept it in that shape whatever I did, and it couldn't stay in the oven, either. Even though it sat slightly diminished on my plate, I ate it with more relish than usual.

When you are warm from your bathroom and freshly toweled, how splendid your pinky-brown nipples must feel to my two brushing lips. Your breasts don't sink as I look at them.  Their contours are defiantly solid and fleshy as I move a long kiss from the side of your neck, across the fine texture of your aureola and nipple then into your armpit. I look at you lying with arms spread wide, and the moist snailtrail lines all over your naked chest from my slow kisses. As I touch them, your breasts quiver in even greater confidence, daring my tongue to explore more. Just like my perfect pudding, your shape formed unseen - not with heat, but a female urging from your womb - behind training bra seams and fluffy, patterned Christmas sweaters. You grew into the bold beauty you are today. Only by touching you do I feel how well Nature crafted you those years back.