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Its that time once again 🧍🏾‍♀️

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Just came across this and like...

I suspect this ad might be one of those gross and idiotic "You sleep with each partner your partner has ever had." Which is inherently sexist in nature and pisses me the fuck off.

Don't let people shame you because you have an active and safe sex life.

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Sometimes i come across games on PC that still use mouse and keyboard as their primary control scheme and to me it's like cursive writing - something we should leave in the past.

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Two women are captured and held in a medium sized room together on an alien ship. They hardly know each other. Their Earthly uniforms are removed and replaced with baggy jumpsuits, stripping them of their identities. They aren’t allowed to leave the room.

They never share it with each other because they’re embarrassed and ashamed, but since being in this room both women have been having deeply erotic dreams. Because of the lack of privacy, they don’t give their bodies any of the touch and attention they crave.

For a few days, the doors only open three times a day to deliver meals. But one day the schedule changes. Twice a day, two male humans are delivered to the room, possibly from the same vessel. But they’re laser focused, only wanting one thing. Twice a day the women are thoroughly fucked by the trained, augmented studs. Always at the same time, always together, for two weeks. They would never admit how much they came to crave those visits. Something in their bodies begged and pleaded to be filled, something they couldn’t explain.

As soon as they began to show symptoms, the visits stopped. It wasn’t missed at first, the women were far more preoccupied with their sudden illness, along with the grim realization that they both were pregnant. One started to show a lot sooner, and she was fixated on her belly and the life growing inside her.

As they both grew and the sickness subsided, the loneliness started to sink in again. The larger of the two was unable to help herself anymore, and started to find ways around the room to bring herself to orgasm. They got used to the sounds of the other masturbating, and it became normal. It didn’t take long for the sound of one’s moans to arouse the other, and they’d pleasure themselves together.

As they continued to grow they’d compare sizes, and the first time they touched their stretched bellies together they felt something electric. They eased into being more physical; openly rubbing each other’s bellies, giving each other foot and shoulder massages. A massage to tender breasts opened the flood gates.

Before long they were physically inseparable. They’d touch each other, lick each other, tease and fuck each other at every opportunity. It was one of few activities to take part in and they welcomed the intimacy. Nothing was hotter than trying to navigate each other’s swollen bodies, figuring out new positions when one that worked a week ago was suddenly not possible. They obsessed over their growth, constantly keeping track of the size of their breasts, hips, and bellies. The baggy jumpsuits suddenly seemed to fit, with the bigger woman feeling tight in hers. Eventually it had to be zipped down, allowing her belly to hang comfortably out the front.

Labor felt like a religious experience. The larger woman had contractions for days before her water finally broke and slicked down their cozy little room. She laid her head on the other woman’s lap, lovingly and sloppily kissing her twitching belly as she worked up the energy to push. Her groans and desperate moans were like music to them both. It took hours to birth her triplets, and as each child crowned it triggered an orgasm so intense it made the other soaking wet.

There was little fanfare from their captors. The newborns were taken away before the mother could form a bond, and she was left bedridden to recover, admiring her lover’s round form that seemed still like it wasn’t ready to pop.

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Gonna try something a little different for me🙃 I’ve got so many unused pictures I’m gonna release them randomly on a Tuesday as 🎉BIG TUMMY TUESDAY 🎉 🤭

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why do you think you have a breeding fresh?

From my perspective, a breeding fetish can be deeply rooted in several aspects of my psyche and desires. Firstly, it’s about the primal and instinctual drive that ties back to reproduction and the continuation of the species. There’s an undeniable connection between sex and procreation, and for me, the idea of breeding taps into that fundamental part of human nature.

There’s also a sense of heightened intimacy and trust that comes with this fetish. The act of potentially creating life together can feel like the ultimate expression of closeness and commitment. It makes me feel incredibly connected to my partner, knowing that we’re engaging in something so profoundly significant.

Additionally, the idea of breeding can be tied to the thrill of risk and surrender. There’s an erotic charge in the notion of vulnerability and the ultimate submission—trusting my partner completely in a very raw and natural way. This can amplify the intensity and excitement of our sexual encounters.

On a psychological level, it might also stem from a desire for motherhood or the societal and cultural values placed on reproduction. The fetish could be a way for me to explore and express these deeply ingrained ideas and desires in a safe and consensual manner.

Ultimately, it’s a complex interplay of biology, psychology, and personal experiences that make the breeding fetish appealing to me. It’s a deeply personal and multifaceted aspect of my sexuality that brings together primal instincts, emotional connection, and erotic thrill.

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The mashup you never thought would work

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Quite the view of the sea, huh?

May or may not do a colored pic of this.

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Random Butters doodles. Idk where they're going.

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This might be controversial but i think theres a huge misconception about how many feeders actually find ‘My 600lb Life’ hot.

I get way too many people trying to get an answer from me about it. I’ve already stated it once but i’ll say it again, i do not find the exploitation of fat bodies for general entertainment to be anything remotely close to hot or enticing. I also personally do not find any joy in watching people struggle with being in the body they’re in. For me, being fat and especially 600+ lbs fat, has to be someone’s enthusiastic choice for me to be into it.

No judgement to the death feedists and hardcore shame driven feedists out there but i need you newer or more anonymous members of the community to understand that we’re not all on the same page on where the line is drawn.

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Memes are my life. Guess what the memes are.

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Butters in a new swimsuit (again) for this summer.

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don’t make me tap the signs

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Butters isn't amused that you keep making her bigger.

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Having brain farts hope I can do something with these.

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Note to self: get a spare swimsuit.