Thick All Over

Date someone who will text you dirty things while they are eating dinner with their family.

Sweeties, A Favour?

Obviously, everyone’s packing bags and going into Triage Mode. I’m determining the best way to do that.

For the time being, I’ve set up reddit.com/jessikas_thornes. I’ll move my pictures & text show over there, for now. Please come join me! (I think it’s currently Private, during setup, but I’ll extend invites if asked).

I chose Reddit because I know it, and it’s comfortable with a variety of porns.

If you’d like to help, please:

* Find a Story of mine you particularly like that has no replies, and

* Reply to it. This sends it to me in an email, so I can (soon) or it on my Reddit.

That’d be a huge help!

I’m also examining other options, like Twitter and Discord.

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Honestly, the last few weeks have been so much fun; I don’t want to stop, so I’m not going to. We’ll get through this, Sweeties!

XOXO,

Jessika

Hyper pregnancy? Do we like it? Yes or no 😛 (I love it)

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Like & Reblog if you get turned on by labor and birth 🤤😅😄💦 I wrote this story up since I’ve had so many requests. Let me know what you think and enjoy...I sure did 😛

Being pregnant was perfection... the feeling of being so big, so tight, so swollen. Every inch of my body grew bigger, I was full of life and full of babies. I nurtured my belly every day, pouring oil over my skin and slowly rubbing it in. I could feel the babies kick as my hands moved over the large, protruding bump, my belly button popping out towards the end of the second trimester. My belly was so round and large by the end of my pregnancy I knew these babies were going to be big, and difficult to push out.

I started to feel contractions in my back and lower belly. My back would get sore and throb. My belly would get hard and I could feel a lot of pressure between my legs. My partner would rub my belly and could feel how tight it was. It also appeared to be growing bigger by the hour. I was in the final moments of my pregnancy and my belly was still stretching. My belly would move as I rocked back and forth in discomfort. I counted the contractions until the pain started getting too intense. Bouncing on an exercise ball helped to relieve the pressure. My partner, the seeder for this pregnancy, begged to watch as I labored. Growing more and more turned on, he rubbed my belly and breasts to help soothe my pain.

I grabbed my lower belly and let out a long groan of pain feeling so much pressure in my pelvis. I took deep quick breaths and moaned as I labored. Suddenly a gush of water poured out onto my inner thighs. My water had broken and my belly seemed to grow as the water seeped out. My partner became more turned on, rubbing himself as he watched the water trickle down my thighs and my face wince. When we got to the hospital, the doctors and nurses were shocked at the size of my belly. They had never seen a woman so huge with triplets.

I ended up laboring for hours on end. I’d feel my belly get tight and grow, I’d feel the urge to push. At first I was breathing normally, in and out slowly and controlled, but as the pain progressed, the breaths got deeper and faster and the pain brought on long groans and moans. The day went on for forever while I labored. The babies squirmed around my womb getting ready, head down, trying to push their own way out slowly. I could feel one baby begin descending down the birth canal. I began pushing as my partner pressed his hand on my lips and parted them. My legs were up and spread apart. The pain I was feeling started to feel good. My partner was massaging me and I was feeling warmth between my legs. I gave a huge exhale as I was getting more and more stimulated. I wanted to watch the baby crown. I knew the head would be big and I’d be stretched as far as I could be to birth this baby out.

As I pushed down harder I saw the first parts of the babies head begin to slowly emerge. My hole stretched further and further to allow the baby to slowly emerge. My partner rubbed my thighs and belly to help. I was getting wider the more turned on I became. I could feel the nurse’s hand touch around the babies head as it was coming out. She slowly moved her hands around to help make room for the baby’s head. I was beginning to crown so slowly with every big push. The babies head was moving through my lips and peaking out. She spread my legs wider and told me to give one final push. I looked down and pushed as hard as I could. Then, unexpectedly, the last bits of pain turned into the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. I felt the liquid seep down from inside me. All of the extra lubricant helped the baby move along. I was breathing so hard now, belly being rubbed and massaged still, moaning at every contraction because now they felt so good. I felt my belly shake and move as I was breathing and pushing. The head continued to move out further and further. Crowning was taking forever and I loved it. Another last big push! I felt the pressure and I saw the baby’s whole body come out of me. The pressure subsided and a rush set in. Such an enormous baby...18 pounds! I took a deep breath and felt between my legs. The pressure built again and with a big moan I began pushing...another head was coming now... two more babies to go...

I had to DIGGGG for this photo guys but I thought you’d enjoy 🥰 For all you breeding kink fuckers - repost if you like it! 🫣

Lil doodleset playing with a phantom pregnancy - essentially all the symptoms of pregnancy without a baby. First couple of panels are actually things happening to me right now and where the whole fantasy sprung from, not very fun feeling sick/tired/heavy all the freaking time, so trying to make something enjoyable out of it TwT’’

Let’s see how many belly lovers we have on tumblr!😉 Like & share! Follow: @bellyluvs99

Guess what tumblr?! I’m back!! New content to come! If you’ve followed paddedbellygoddess in the past please follow my new blog!

Hi tumblr, I want you to meet me. I want to tell you why your fat acceptance movement is complete bullshit.

See that photo on the left? I was 160kg. That’s 352.7lbs for my American lovers out there.

I did not know I was 160kg. I didn’t go near a scale. I had gorgeous blonde hair extensions and jeans with chains and a leather jacket. I thought I was heaps fly. I could not see the girl in that picture… until I was tagged in that picture on Facebook.

I cannot tell you how long I cried for. Hours? Yes. Days? Probably. Weeks? It’s likely.

I went to a doctor to see just how much I had been putting my body through. I was 21 at the time. He told me that he would be very surprised if I made it to 30, as my back and my organs were already struggling, coupled with the fact that I have some blood issues anyway… I was just putting a lot of stress on myself physically.

So I learned how to eat. I learned the value of protein, the implications of sugar and the fun of a cheat day. I started watching my portion sizes and keeping my water intake up. I went on short walks - nothing too strenuous. Really, I didn’t put a whole lot of effort in at all. But the weight started falling off.

I remember the day I sat down comfortably at the Imax theatre in Sydney. I wasn’t sitting right at the edge so I didn’t get stuck. I was completely in the seat and it was incredible.

I dropped 50kg in 6 months without even trying.

My weight has fluctuated randomly since then, and I haven’t quite hit my goal yet, but I have never gotten near 160kg again. I used to work out by putting the weight I had lost in a back pack, but eventually it got too much and I was really hurting myself. Do you even understand that? I couldn’t even carry my own weight once I didn’t have to.

I spend a lot of time preparing food and working out, because nothing terrifies me more than going back to that.

Tumblr, I’m going to tell you what 160kg was like.

Some mornings, I woke up and my back had seized - I couldn’t go to work because I couldn’t walk. If it wasn’t my back, it was the unbelievable chest pains. I had so much trouble finding clothing in a size 24. And I’m going to be honest - sex was REALLY difficult. I was engaged to a wonderful man at the time, and I didn’t have the confidence or ability to take charge in the way I wanted to and he wanted me to. Plus, not to be crude, but certain positions were completely out because my fat got in the way. It’s something I STILL get unbelievably self conscious about - even though my situation has changed dramatically.

Sometimes, if I sat on a chair, I was afraid it would break. I spent a lot of time absolutely constipated because of my poor diet, and the flight up to my unit was the hardest thing in the world. I made frequent excuses for myself - including the age old “But I EAT REALLY WELL AND EXERCISE” yeah, if doritos were a vegetable and The Sims were a full body work out, I had those bases covered.

Everything hurt for no damn reason sometimes, and I was light headed and just plain sick so often it started to feel normal. My joints felt like those of an 80 year old woman. I was desperately, unbelievably unhappy and suicidal.

I want to share another thing with you before I get to my overall point.

That was the first picture I EVER took of my full body after dropping that 50kg. It was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.

So. My point.

When you look at women like Tess Munster, and you tell me that she’s the epitome of a happy, healthy, and confident woman, I think you’re an ignorant asshole. I can’t believe that people choose to normalise that kind of lifestyle, and accept the fact that she will probably send herself to an early grave, because at least she’s happy. She’s making a movement out of being too lazy and apathetic to make a beneficial change, and it’s sickening.

Some girl came up to me once and criticised my weight loss, because I inspired her by being an overweight girl on stage. What the fuck do I even say to that? “Sorry I’m not killing myself slowly to make you feel better about yourself.”

When you tell me that thin people have privilege, and that people should love you because you’re morbidly obese, it takes everything inside me not to hunt you down and slap you silly. You’re an idiot. No one is obligated to find your laziness and lack of concern for yourself or your health hot. No one should ever have to respect someone who can’t respect themselves. Being thin is not a privilege - for some of us, achieving it is damn hard work.

I’m still overweight, and I know better than to demand someone find me attractive, or to get angry at someone for making fun of me with their friends. I also know better than to let it derail me or destroy me - rather, it fuels me.

Your fat acceptance is bullshit. You’re telling women to accept a body that is killing them. You’re telling women it’s ok that you’re a massive drain on the medical system, as long as you think you feel good.

Fuck your movement. I’d take actual, legitimate health over having my fat become a societal norm. I’d rather be relentlessly mocked for my weight than praised for it.