young, gifted and fat

What a gift gravity has given these beauties...

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https://newtumbl.com You’ll find it surprisingly easy to get used to. No censorship.

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https://newtumbl.com You’ll find it surprisingly easy to get used to. No censorship.

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I made a comic about every comment thread under any content involving a fat person existing. Ever. This counts as my inktober #1 because I spent way more time on it than I should have.

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A trio of my favourite tumblr ladies whose commissions I was thrilled to paint - 2015; #BBW #art #watercolour #commissions

source: nigelrudkinart.tumblr.com

in order top to bottom:- #venusblue82 #khris-76 #fattyunicornsparkle

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A lot to like in this place

(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;

5) Certain custom themes which are very difficult to navigate, to click ‘like’ or to search tags within. I know a lot of the fun here is with graphics but I have met more than a few blogs where my custom cursor looks like cross-hairs as I go to “archive” then click the post in question in order to “like” it. Not everyone has the motivation I have. With Tumblr themes as in life, less is more.

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SSBBW: Super Size Big Beautiful Woman 1)  A woman who usually weighs over 350lb, found particularly attractive by FAs. Most SSBBW are very hot.  2) Those that are lucky enough to attain some form of personal relationships are usually found in the company of small to average sized men with low self esteem and an unhealthy fat or feederism fetish.

(2 Definitions from The Urban Dictionary)

Neither definition fits what I understand. Is FA a fetish? This troubles me greatly when I consider the implications.

Being fat may be a lifestyle choice, result from a genetic predisposition or a product of comfort eating to cover unfortunate circumstances in life. Does a man who seeks women living as single  parents with their children have a fetish, because he wishes to find a new relationship and get involved in family life? After all, ending up a single parent may be a result of unfortunate circumstances, lifestyle choices or genetic predisposition (think bipolar disease, Asperger’s Syndrome).

All my adult life I have found plus-size women most adorable. Yet I like all sorts of shapes and sizes, as long as they are legal. I don’t look at someone and think, “My, she’s full-figured, at least 350lbs., she’s for me!” The attraction happens without categorizing.

For a long time I also made choices of partner in denial, believing I was somehow weak or perverted if I wanted to have fun with an ample-bodied female. Sneaking guilty peeks at “dirty, fat sluts” in the lower fractions of internet porn portals. The FA movement was part of me saying yes to that attraction I feel in myself, seeing that I have nothing to feel shame about. If you think fat  is equal to dirty or sluttish  you haven’t seen the message right.

Small to average-sized men? If you met me and could still get back on your feet after all six foot of me towered over you with my high self esteem, I am sure you’d slink home to your keyboard and reconsider some of this.

Dear Urban Dictionary contributor,  are you sure you aren’t the one with that unhealthy fat or feederism fetish? Does something about that thrill you in the secret recesses of your mind? Feederism doesn’t excite me at all; I don’t get hard thinking about control. And as I already said, if you inserted the word gay or single mum instead of fat  into the same sentence it looks absurd.

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A most shapely Yorkshire pudding

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.  

You are a rounded Yorkshire pudding so fresh and delicious I worry about harming you, jolting you, seeing you deflate before my eyes. So many people have let you down before, and you know enough about those with greedy eyes who only want to slurp you up with pastings of white sauce then toss away the tin. You are still too tender for this world of freezing blasts, but the oven shelf is no place for you either. How I wish that I could take you out for myself.

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Just one man’s experience?