Fuck yes. Before I came out of the pantry I was perved out and fascinated by a friend's 280 lb belly that every time I sat squished in next to her in rear car seats or on crowded couches I'd get so nervous I'd freeze up and get so distracted I'd get tongue tied. And I am NOT the tongue tied type!
But the full story is that I love lady bellies like I do because I love having, experiencing, and ultimately growing *my* belly, and the bellies I most enjoy are ones that I could see myself growing to resemble. I joke that it's more narcissism than gay lust, but I'm a little gay so it's also a little gay lust, lol. But mostly it's, at it's core, me fantasising about being like them in any number of ways. This is why my Tumblr is what it is...
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