Latin for Voluptuous.
adjective Voluptuous [vuh-luhp-choo-uhs]
Finding beauty in life.
WHO WE ARE
This group will be focusing on the finer this is life. The playful to the bazaar and some of the wonderful art, literature, and even food created from around the community. We are not just another BBW group.
So step up and show us what you got.
Artistic nudes are fine though we will not be accepting any hardcore images.
No Offensive art! No pornographic images of any sort! No Inflation Art! No Body Manipulation Art! No Art Related to Binge eating, or overeating!
-We want to preserve Quality over Quantity.
-You may submit up to 4 deviations per week.
-You may submit any type of art portraying the good life to the proper gallery. We maintain the right to turn down any art that we feel does not fit the theme of this group. and we will turn down art being submitted to the wrong folder
What or why I find Attractive concerning Fat GirlsWhat or why I have found Attractive concerning Fat Women
Early Influences that led up to liking Fat Women
Well I think that my first exposure does come from an early age watching the Disney cartoon on VHS and through reruns on T.V. of the episode called “The Big Wash” released in originally in 1948. The particular clip that comes to mind from the episode shows Goofy’s cloths being water inflated by water hose. The scene is no more than a minute long. But for me there was something that I found appealing for a little kid only a few years old wanting to grow bigger weather it is in height or mass. As Goofy continues to walk he gradually gets slower and slower as he is filled with more and more water until his cloths burst and explode out all the water.
At the age of 4 I saw Star Wars Return of the Jedi once it came out for the first time on VHS. And there is Jabba the Hutt looking slimy and dirty. Honestly I never con
Sam DiscoversNina didn't come home one night.
The next morning, as I sat down to eat breakfast, she walked through the door looking a mess, belly bulging further than usual, powdered sugar around her mouth, her hair tangled, holding on to half a dozen donuts and the tattered remains of the red dress I bought her about twenty pounds ago, destroyed from the inside out.
"What happened last night?" I asked, hoping not to seem pushy, "No call, no text, you seriously had me worried!"
She blushed, "Oh! Sorry, I went out with a bunch of girls from work, and we went to a movie, so I had to turn my phone off. Then we got a little drunk, so none of us could drive back." She walked towards me with an angelic smile, raising a suggestive eyebrow and cradling her heavy, bulging stomach, "I made sure we ordered some pizza, got some ice cream, and I may have..." she pulled me closer, pressing her bulging belly against my chest, groaning at the sudden pressure, "Woomph, I think I ate just a little too m
Nina's Night OutI started doubting my relationship with Sam after about eight months and seventy pounds, when he suggested, for the tenth day in a row, that we order pizza and stay in for the night.
I didn't argue, plans like that always get Sam feeling frisky, and that boy's got exactly one thing going for him, but I didn't sleep well that night.
Sam passed out early, leaving me, awake and uncomfortable, with a bulging, aching belly and a rapidly-emptying bottle of Tums in the cupboard across the room. I grunted, fighting against my growing gut to sit up, waddling over, trying not to jostle my overfull belly while I got the bottle from the cabinet, and that's when I had an idea.
On my way back to bed, I grabbed Sam's phone from the dresser, and my own, looking through his contacts list and moving a number from his to mine, falling back into bed a second later, resting, sleeping.
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I still felt full the next morning, but I didn't complain when Sam brought me a huge plate of pancakes an
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