#ask catmint minie

[ask-gaining-minie]

How are you going to tease Kook when he comes back? He's been really pigging out and growing a bit of a belly from stuffing himself so much

Have you ever dreamed of stuffing him?

Well, not really since he never mentioned anything like that to me before last week. However, I saw it live when I came back from the airport. My chubby bunny in process was sitting on my couch sleeping from a food coma. I believe half of the food he are was all for me but someone lost controll hehe.

It did turn me on. Another one's belly just isn't the same as your own. My hands were literally glued to his hard, tiny gut. He's turning into a muscle chub and I am here for it.

[ask-switch-jk]

Why not just give in then? You want it don't you? What's the point in holding yourself back anymore? I feels so gooddd just letting go, becoming a pig, a glutton... you should let yourself feel that

hahh.. I'm trying so hard to keep my composure. I'm nothing more than a pig. I began to drool just thinking about stuffing food into my mouth.

[ask-feederjin]

List of Common Tags

[OOC: Here's a list of tags that I use for the blog. It will be updated as I add more, but hopefully this will help you find things based on who's answering or if it's an ask or an update.]

General Tags: lavender//ask - Jin or another member answering an ask. lavender//post - Status Updates or other posts that aren't asks, replies or pages. lavender//page - A tag for things like the FAQ, Profiles and this page itself. lavender//reply - Jin or another member replying to another user. lavender//weigh in - The bi-weekly/monthly weigh in updates.

The person who's typing: lavender//jin lavender//yoongi lavender//hoseok lavender//namjoon lavender//jimin lavender//taehyung lavender//jungkook

Friends of the Lavender-verse: catmint//jimin - @ask-gaining-minie catmint//jungkook - @ask-switch-jk sage//taehyung - @askfeedeetae sage//yoongi - @askfeederyoongi sunflower//namjoon - @ask-wolf-joon sunflower//jungkook - @ask-feedee-jk mint//yoongi - @askfeedeeyoongi mint//jimin - @askfeederjiminie (we're always looking for more *wink*)

[kailanimaris]

Dans La Nuit || Sunday, 10 June || Kailani & [Your Character Here]

Note: This is a para for a Sunday dinner at the Cartwrights, so it’s open to any character of any age or gender that attends those events. A reference of the Cartwright estate in Los Angeles can be found HERE.

Kailani had settled on a bright summery yellow skirt and a navy polkadot top for dinner at the Cartwrights. It seemed to her like this new baby was determined to let everyone know she was pregnant and she simply couldn’t find comfortable pants for her thin legs and growing belly. Admittedly, it made getting ready a bit more easily because half of her closet had become off limits and a third of the remaining half was swimwear. Still, something bothered her about not being able to express herself like she used to. Instead of fussing about it she took her bunnies to the garden to pick some flowers for her friends while Bayoa got ready. Then, with a bouquet of gardenias, catmint, baby’s breath and forsythia in hand Bay, Benji, and Kai made their way with Sirius to the Cartwrights.

Benji waddled with one hand firmly clasped to Bayoa as they knocked on the door. Kai couldn’t see who opened the door but it was rare that it was Micah or Alessandra, who were usually in the kitchen or dining room depending on the time that they arrived. From the amount of cars on the long driveway, Kailani could only assume there would be several new faces to meet. One by one, her family split up into the various common areas of the Cartwright’s massive home and Kailani found herself in the kitchen. Stealing a vase from the familiar cabinet by the french doors to the deck she greeted Aless in Italian, Micah in English, and asked where they would like the flowers. With direction she slipped outside and made her way down the deck’s staircase to the long dinner table by the couple’s mini-vineyard.

Having been focusing on her careful steps across the estate so not to trip, Kailani hadn’t taken notice of anyone else this far across the yard or following behind her. It wasn’t until she was done arranging the flowers in the vase that she realized there was a whole cluster of friends from The Network chatting over cheese and fruit appetizers at the edge of the property’s pond. She excitedly made her way over. She slipped into the corner of a longer couch and reached over, snatching up a couple of grapes before greeting the person next to her. “Where have you been? I feel like it’s been ages since I’ve been to Micah’s and Aless’ Sunday dinners to see everyone. Have you been well?”

[heatheradio]

Providence-Chapter 2

By Heather Boyce

He woke to chattering teeth and damp earth. The sun was hidden behind copious amounts of leaves. He had never seen trees like these before. Various maples, oaks, and pines towered much higher than he ever imagined they would. Saga stood, using the support of a low hanging branch. His body ached. Not unusual or unexpected. He reached into the pouch of his grey sweater, fingers brushing steel. He sighed.

Blues and purples mixed in with the usual green of grass. Yellow and pink mushrooms created small circles precariously atop the forest floor. A noise sounded in the distance. A bird? But it was much louder than the ones he heard back home. A mass of orange and red feathers soared the skies above him. He stared in awe, noticing the different shades in it’s feathers, the mass of yellow covering the bird's underside. 

Then he heard the most beautiful noise. Following the soprano hum, Saga found a nest. There were three eggs the size of his fist, with a fourth one cracked open. The chick was white and fuzzy. The noise was coming from it. He wants his mother. He’s hungry. Saga looked back to the sky and noticed the bird from earlier slowly making it’s way to the nest. He smiled and walked towards the sound of a creek. It was clear with small fish, and flowed west. Follow the river. He thought he knew where he was, but he never thought it possible. We shall see.

He found a road in less than five minutes, and stopped to listen. Go right.

His damp clothes dry from the sun, and body warm from the hour long walk, he saw it. Buildings made of wood and stone. A town square with a market. If it weren’t for the well dressed people and occasional car, he would have thought he slipped back in time, not into another world. This was it. Saga’s dreams had lead him here many nights, his visions sent him here whenever they wished, and during those times he was finally content. Mostly.

He didn’t feel it until he realized asking for directions would be necessary. The numbness starting in his knees and forearms, the weight in the pit of his stomach, the tightening of his lungs, and that  burning itch in his head. Breathe, close your eyes, count to ten. He found the metal in his pocket and stepped forward.

“Excuse me?” A stout woman with red hair stood behind a booth selling paintings. “Did you say something, kid?”

Saga suppressed a sigh and cleared his throat. “Um, yes. The half-breed?” Her nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed. Deep breath, Saga. “A tall man. He has purple-”

“I know who you mean, but why’re you asking?” She sounded suspicious but not mean. With paint covered hands, she hung up another piece of work. “You’re not from around here, I take it.” She gazed into his eyes without flinching. Which was odd. He was used to too-big pale green eyes at least shocking people. Hers matched her hair, and her smile reached them. She was kind. How odd. “He’s usually found at Fio’s.” He smiled and nodded, not sure why she gave up the information so freely. “I can read you, kid. Besides, the Cassidy’s can hold their own.” She turned to grab another painting. Read me? He shook his head and walked in the direction she pointed.

A family with cat ears and tails passed him on the street. A woman with scaled skin grinned with a mouth full of pointed teeth. Silver people about half a foot tall flew through the air, glitter falling from them. No one looked at them strangely. They waved, spoke, laughed, but it was Saga getting the side eye. Questioning glances and hushed whispers. No malicious intent, but curiosity. He stopped at another booth, this time with a short man that a had a massive red beard.  “Hello! Something I can help you with?” His voice was deep but jolly.

Saga gave a timid smile and nodded. “I’m looking for Fio’s.” The man pointed just across that street. “That’s it there, but they may be closed by now. Always worth a knock.”

Flowers of all kinds lined the walkway to Fio’s purple door. Vines slithered up, blending beautifully with the dark green of the house. Yes, it was big, and easily held the shop within, but there was no doubt that it was a home. The lights inside were off, no one answered when he knocked, and looking around back brought up nothing. Check the door. It clicked open. Saga was shocked. Breaking into anything was never this easy. And then the panic set in again. Worries about who was home, what to say if he ran into him, or worse, his mother. They probably didn’t even want him here. He slid down the back of the door, head in his hands. What in the world was he thinking breaking in here? Why was he here in this fantasy land? Places like this didn’t exist. This is real. Saga’s head shook. Yes, Saga. He whimpered, chest tight. Breathe. BREATHE!

He did. In and out until his fists left his hair, and body stopped shaking. He stood, face blank, and walked further in. 

He knew this place. The register the boy’s mother sat at with her crystals and purple mug full of pens. Beautiful books and the strangest of things lining the shelves. The walls were mustard yellow with paintings, graffiti, things colored directly on them, and plants grew up them. Nothing matched, and that made everything match. The smell of sage and lavender that always accompanied his dreams of this place filled the air, and it smelled of home.

A tie dye sheet covered a doorway that led to the stairs. The house was just beyond them. After walking up, Saga pulled the door open. The main apartment was to his left. A cozy kitchen, big living room accompanied by a fire place, and the mother’s room. To his right was the hidden ladder that lead to the violet eyed boy’s room. He pulled the string that hung from the ceiling and climbed up. 

He knew this place as well. A rather large bathroom, clawfoot tub included, sat behind the door directly to his right. A few steps further and he saw the giant custom bed with purple silk sheets and a black faux fur blanket to the far right. There was a white antique couch covered in a hideous lavender flower design in front of him, and that was one of two favorite places he had in this room. In front of it sat a dark wood coffee table that’s legs looked like roots growing into stumps as it came up, then twisting into wiry branches above each corner. On the wall in front of that hung a 60 inch flat screen, with shelves on the wall below filled with different gaming systems, games, and movies. Surround sound speakers could be found on each wall.

In the left corner of the room sat a desk, small grand piano, guitar, and a few mismatched stools seated around a small metal table, next to which was a mini fridge. There was art drawn and painted directly onto the walls. These, he knew, were done not by the boy, but by the vampire friend. A beautiful black woman that loved all things dark, but had a heart of gold.

Saga cocked his head. He wasn’t sure how to feel, or if he felt at all really. He walked to the desk and pulled open a drawer. There was a mess of things; pens, pencils, papers, music sheets, and candies. A picture… He held it up. A baby lying on a bed of fully bloomed balloon flowers, the lighter purple petals igniting the darker lavender of his eyes. The babe wore only a flower crown made of clematis and catmint that sat on a head covered in thick dark grey hair. Pointed ears far too large for the child poked above the flowers. His hands reached towards the camera. Saga turned it around. Aiden Simon Cassidy. Saga smiled, emotions coming back to him slowly, and walked to the couch, holding the photo to his chest. He pulled up his legs, head resting on the arm of the sofa. He felt like he was in a dream, still not quite sure what he believed. 

Rest. 

And so he did.

[goddessgardener]

And the Winner Is...

“People are always in good company when they are doing what they really enjoy.” ~Samuel Butler

In the first three months of the year, we get to be bystanders at numerous red carpet events!  Hello awards season!  The Golden Globes, People’s Choice, Screen Actors Guild Awards, the Grammy’s, and the Oscars are all highlights. Add the Olympics to this year’s line-up and we have a full roster of gold, silver, and bronze. Over the years I’ve been privileged to enjoy my share of walking the red carpet in the entertainment industry and in the plant world, we have our winners, too.

The Perennial Plant Association Plant awarded Allium Millenium the plant of the year. It boasts glossy green leaves with a profusion of large, rosy-purple clusters of flowers that bloom in mid-summer. As a butterfly magnet, alliums are beautiful as well as being deer and rabbit resistant. The Perennial Plant of the Year program showcases outstanding perennials that grow in a variety of climates, are disease free, and are low maintenance.  A few of the past winners over the years have included lavender, which deer and rabbits won’t eat as well as Dianthus, Phlox, Black-Eyed Susan (Rudbeckia), Echinacea, Salvia, Catmint, Sage, and Coreopsis.

The National Garden Bureau also designates award winners annually. For 2018, the winning bulb is the Tulip, the vegetable is the Beet, the perennial is the Coreopsis, and the star of containers and hanging baskets is the Calibrachoa.

With the unusually warm weather we’ve experienced this February, gardens have exploded into blooms more than a month earlier than in previous years. With the slightest breeze, the sky rains white petals from pear and plum trees while hillsides and paths are lined with dancing daffodils.

The vivid, paint-box colors of tulips are filling our souls with joy. Part of the lily family and relatives of alliums, tulips comprises 150 species with over 3,000 varieties. Although we plant them in fall after four to six weeks of cooling for spring sprouting, they can be forced to bloom in winter. People often ask me why tulip bulbs need to be refrigerated before planting. The answer is that in their native habitats where winters are colder, they would go dormant allowing for the bulbs to sprout roots while the development of the embryonic leaves and flowers inside the bulb occur. I lived in Holland for eighteen months where “tulpen” were the pride of every household, even tough tulips originated in Asia. Did you know that the Netherlands produce most of the world’s annual tulip crop exceeding four billion bulbs annually?  Tulip mania  (tulpenmanie) reached its crescendo in 1637 when the bubble collapsed, and overnight, many rich traders became paupers. One bulb could buy a house on the Amsterdam canal. Folly! According to the Netherlands Flower Bulb Information Center, the United States is the biggest importer of Dutch bulbs to the tune of $130,000,000 in wholesale prices annually. The colors of the tulip have significant meaning: red equals love, purple represents loyalty, and white whispers, “I’m sorry!”

The winning edible of the year is the beet and I am so thrilled as this is probably my favorite of all of the root vegetables. I planted my seeds directly in the soil last spring and am still harvesting. When I thin, I eat the seedlings. Beets like acidic soil and they withstand cooler temperatures before harvest. Colors are typically red, purple, yellow, or red with white ring stripes. They are consumed in salads, soups, and pickled.  Rich in fiber, potassium, calcium, folic acid, and phosphorus, high in fiber, vitamin A and C, beets have more iron than most other vegetables. The red color comes from the antioxidant betalain, an excellent source of color pigment for natural dyes and coloring agents.

The beauty, resilience, and popularity of Coreopsis was a natural fit for the National Garden Bureau to add this glorious flower to its red carpet line-up.  In the language of flowers, Coreopsis means “always cheerful,” and these delightful natives of the Americas live up to this designation. Equally, at home in naturalized prairie settings or manicured landscapes, Coreopsis provides a lovely sunny presence wherever they make their home. Although typically seen in colors of yellow and gold, many species also contain red, bronze and burgundy colors and have been commonly used as dyes in native fabrics. Before the introduction of coffee to America, Native Americans boiled the flowers into a warming tea.

The newest star in the garden line up is Calibrachoa, with its twenty-eight different varieties. A relative of the petunia, (although now recognized as it’s own genus) Calibrachoa hit the marketplace arriving from Brazil via Japan via Europe in the 1980’s but were considered difficult to cultivate. They are beautiful plants that do well in containers and hanging baskets and this specialized treatment has turned out to be their niche market. They aren’t really mini petunias, yet they are drought tolerant. Plant in well-drained acidic soil and provide six hours of direct sunlight per day. You will be rewarded with brilliant colors, fascinating streaks and stripes, eye-catching stars, and patterns that resemble the strokes of a brush. Your patio will be a floral artwork with Calibrachoa in the honored line-up.

With all of these award winners, my supreme favorite still lies with the exquisite lotus flowers that I enjoyed in Southeast Asia. The deep, rich colors, their versatile expressions, I am deeply, madly in love with lotus.  Alas, I can’t grow it here in my backyard pond.

Speaking of winners, gigantic congratulations to Sal and Susan Captain of Captain Vineyards for being honored as the Moraga Business Persons of the Year! I am personally thrilled to see two stewards of the earth, farmers, gardeners, wine makers, and all around great individuals inducted into this hall of fame. Bravo!

Savor a respite in your landscape for the next few weeks before I offer you a plethora of chores that need attention. Enjoy your own company.

Keep doing what you love and you’ll be a winner too. Roll out the red carpet for your favorite plants and get ready for a rowdy and rousing spring.

Happy Gardening and Happy Growing!

Read at Lamorinda Weekly: https://www.lamorindaweekly.com/archive/issue1126/Digging-Deep-with-Cynthia-Brian-And-the-winner-is.html

Cynthia Brian, The Goddess Gardener, raised in the vineyards of Napa County, is a New York Times best selling author, actor, radio personality, speaker, media and writing coach as well as the Founder and Executive Director of Be the Star You Are1® 501 c3. Tune into Cynthia’s Radio show and order her books at www.StarStyleRadio.com. Her new book, Growing with the Goddess Gardener, is available at www.cynthiabrian.com/online-store. Available for hire. Cynthia@GoddessGardener.com www.GoddessGardener.com

[ask-gaining-minie]

Some bunny seems to have been trying really hard to fatten himself up while you were away... 👀

What are your reactions to Jungkook's recent desire to blow up?

The first thing I did was call him a fat piggy and poked his hard gut when I saw him. And then again, and again and then once more.

I had no idea it would give me a semi seeing him so exhausted from eating and laying there on the couch. So I did the only thing that was right at that moment. I woke him up, pulled him towards me by his belt and we made out while I rubbed over his belly and kept telling him that he will turn into a mini version of me.

He already started. There is no turning back now hehe~

[ask-gaining-minie]

I'm very tired and in my delirium, I've been thinking about you. thinking about how I plan to make you so big, your dick is going to be useless. so big that I probably won't be able to fuck you normally anymore. I can't wait until you grow big enough for me to fuck into your belly button. You're going to be almost bed bound like the good cow that you are.

Cow? New pet name unlocked?

See Kookah. For that to happen you would actually need to move your bloated gut over to me. I see everything. I know what you are doing. What if I turn it against you? Kekeke

[ask-gaining-minie]

Can you give us some details about what a typical stuffing/ evening date looks like with you and JK? <3

That depends on our moods. If we are super horny it normaly ends up in a lot of aggressive stuffing and tons of lude whispers into my ear. Jungkook likes to feed and fuck me at the same time in that mood and I live for it.

When we both feel a little more softer he will bring me my favourite cupcakes over and we will watch a movie. He's very gentle then, rubs my tummy and kisses me softly. Normaly we don't get started into anything physical until I am bloated and even then he's super endearing and careful. (We once did it in my private swimming pool afterwards and that was just, mhmmm~)

[ask-gaining-minie]

Minie! Can I ask what made you want to start gaining in the first place?

Oh I that is a good question! I don't precisely have a 'beginning' really. It didn't happen through any tv shows or movies but I was going through a really tough diet for a movie and couldn't eat anything. So I began to drink enourmous amounts of water at the time to fill up my belly with something. I really enjoyed how heavy it made me feel and the slushing sounds of the water inside when I moved. Especially how rounded my tummy looked under my shirt.

And then I just kept water bloating myself over and over again to look bigger. At some point it just didn't feel right anymore. It wasn't enough and so I tried to buy a lot of snacks and my favourite foods to fill my belly with that and then it just kind of spiralled out of control?

I began to eat more frequently and had weekend binges. I remember the first time one of my shirt buttons were straining a little from a very tight outfit that I was supposed to wear for a gala. Poor Junguggie had to resize the outfit for me last minute because I gained too much. Hahaha!

[ask-gaining-minie]

What’s it like being bottom heavy? >_<

It makes you look really good in any type of pants haha! Honestly, I love my curves a lot but I'd love them even more if they grew. It's really cute when I stand on the spot and shake. I can see my little belly jiggling a little and can definitely feel my butt do the same.

If I had to point out something that is a definitely change so far, it's the fact that my insides of my thighs rub against each other now and some pants have been ruined by the friction and got holes in them. But it's a price I am willing to pay x3

[ask-gaining-minie]

Are you looking forward to the day where you’ll need someone else to read out what the scale says cause you’re too much of a fatass to see over your own gut?

Yes! Literally one of my GOALS. I don't care how big I have to get to archieve this but one day all I want to see looking down is either my moobs or just my belly. Whichever grows out first!

[ask-gaining-minie]

Hi Minie, seeing all your posts here makes me wish I had someone to stuff! A partner willing to eat until they are uncomfortably and painfully full. Lots of moans and groans and loud burps, hiccups. Maybe they feel so heavy and stuffed that they can’t even sit up because it hurts too much. Then I’ll rub their belly, maybe give them a warm water bottle and massage their gut

Mhmmm that sounds heavenly. Although I think I am a bit more on the kinky side when it comes to feedings. Sometimes my kind of aftercare is a few slaps on my fat ass and I love it. kekeke~

[ask-gaining-minie]

How does it feel having passed 200 pounds?

Glorious! Sometimes I just forget time in the morning and look at my changing shape in the mirror for a few minutes. I definitely look bigger now!

Should I post an update image?

[ask-gaining-minie]

I am asking very nicely. Who is your feeder? <O>_<O>

Ahh but it is so much fun to keep it a secret for a while. I know that he recently created his own account here but it's fun to have secrets sometimes x3

[ask-gaining-minie]

Wow all your drunk replies. Care to give a detailed recall of how your tummy felt after all that alcohol?

Oh I did things that night I'm not proud of but god fucking damn was it HOT. Mhmm I fell into a food stuffing midway and it got super messy. My belly was super hard because I kept drinking and at some point I ate completely naked.

In detail, I kept touching my gut and rubbed it.. I think I talked to it as well. Ahh well. Hehe

I'm still trying to find my left sock 😠