We’re here, but we are slow to respond. Personally, I’m too busy adding to my middle-age spread right now.

I only have a year and a half until I hit 50.

I’d like to know the answer to this also. I’m not a premium subscriber, so I can avoid those stories, but these lead to great dissatisfaction if I’m not willing to pay.

NOTE: I know everyone is not like me, and anyone deserves to be paid for their work. However, over the years, I’ve contributed more than 50 free stories here, so I don’t consider myself a freeloader by any means.

I realize some can’t afford premium, and I’m glad there are stories here which are free for any readers to enjoy.

I finally posted a belly video on Fantasy feeder. I finally got the guts to— or grew the gut — to do so.

But it’s not what I intended. I tried making all kinds of videos of my belly, jiggling it, squeezing it, shaking it, patting it, slapping it.
I was dissatisfied with all them, and at the end, I thought I turned off the phone but ended capturing myself getting dressed, pulling my shirt on.

This accidental video really is not so much about my belly but about how incredibly unfit I’ve become. I’m breathing pretty heavily throughout the short film. I huff and puff, struggling to put on my shirt. I get so out of breath these days, and never really realized it until making this video.

I have mixed feelings about this. That my fat body is growing unhealthy is a bit concerning. But also kinda hot. 🥵 🔥

Anyone else have similar ambiguous feelings about growing out of shape and unhealthy as you get fatter?

I resemble that remark.

I found the following interesting and wanted to share:

Recently, in a large city in France, a poster featuring a young, thin, and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym.

It read: “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”
A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman pictured on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym. She had a whale of a lot to say:

“To Whom It May Concern,
Whales are always surrounded by friends: dolphins, sea lions, and curious humans. They have an active s_e_x life, get pregnant, and have adorable baby whales. They enjoy stuffing themselves with shrimp, playing and swimming in the sea, and visiting wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea, and the coral reefs of Polynesia.

Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans.

They are loved, protected, and admired by almost everyone in the world. Mermaids don’t exist.

If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of psychoanalysts due to their identity crisis. Fish or human would prove quite a quandary for even the most skilled of therapists.
They don’t have a s_e_x life because they kill men who get close to them—not to mention, how could they have s_e_x? Just look at them… where is IT?

Therefore, they don’t have kids either. Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?

P.S. We are in an age when the media attempts to convince us that only skinny people are beautiful. I prefer to enjoy ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and good chocolate with my friends.
With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren’t heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated, and happy.

By ASolo Traveler on FB

If you find an old thread intriguing, chances are others will too.

Revive and enjoy the old threads. And add your new twists and questions.

I’m going on an annual mental health break.

During Lent, no FantasyFeeder, Feabie, Facebook, news sites, YouTube, etc. I’m going to spend time writing, role playing retro style online, actually sending letters and postcards via snail mail, meditating and planting my garden. Maybe I’ll even get around to finishing some of my long-incomplete stories here (All you many Kandy story fans, don’t give up on me. I’m not good at promises. But I’ll try to finish.).

Just trying to slow my manic brain a bit. If I don’t, I’m going to doomscroll and fetishscroll to deAth.

I’ll be back April. In the meantime, what do you do, if anything, to keep from losing your mind in these online sites?

Or am I the only one?

Zonker

I can say that I’m much the same.

And here’s the lesson I’ve gotten from all this: That even the ambiguity and the duality of your Jeckyll and Hyde mind can be amazing — and arousing.

This is a very complex fetish for you. It’s not as simple as for others, but learning to accept the inner conflicts and ambiguous feelings — and not just accept but embrace them — is what really has helped.

Because you get off on humiliation and teasing, as do I, you might find solace in feeling all this. It’s not something pathological. It’s just how your brain works with this fetish. Don’t struggle. Accept it. Enjoy the conflicting thoughts. They won’t hurt you. They are just thoughts after all. And they are as arousing and exciting as humiliation and embarrassment — if you’ll just let them be.

Anyway, that’s my take on this and how I’ve dealt with this.

Ice is coming down here. Freezing rain.

When the electric goes out, I’ll have to eat up the contents of the fridge and freezer.

Yum. Oink oink. 🐷

There is a winter storm raging across most of North America today and tomorrow.

It’s not an emergency yet, but I am lusting after my emergency snack stash like a hog eyeing a full trough.

How’s everyone else doing?