Not much to say tonight guys.
Work was stressful, home is too, but none of that's new at all, and I don't want to talk about stress all the time in a stuffing blog since stuffing is my stress reliever.
It's not my only stress reliever, but my favorite.
Didn't stuff today, but had ice cream a little while ago so yeah.
TTYL
Stuffer Girl
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
What it be!
Hey everybody,
Been under a lot of stress this week, but what's new. Trying to relax tonight. The bloatedness from the stuffings is gone now, but I just ate so I'm satisfied enough. Kickin' back reading some great weight gain/feederism literature on Thick Volumes which is a site for actual feederism related books, not some short stories on fetish sites or brief blogs - these are actual BOOKS! Of course, you don't have to take my word for it! Go to http://www.wix.com/editscifi/thickvolumes#!
and check it out!
I am assuming that since you're reading my blog then you definitely need to go to Thick Volumes because obviously you like reading!
Hope everyone's having a good day!
Stuffer Girl
Been under a lot of stress this week, but what's new. Trying to relax tonight. The bloatedness from the stuffings is gone now, but I just ate so I'm satisfied enough. Kickin' back reading some great weight gain/feederism literature on Thick Volumes which is a site for actual feederism related books, not some short stories on fetish sites or brief blogs - these are actual BOOKS! Of course, you don't have to take my word for it! Go to http://www.wix.com/editscifi/thickvolumes#!
and check it out!
I am assuming that since you're reading my blog then you definitely need to go to Thick Volumes because obviously you like reading!
Hope everyone's having a good day!
Stuffer Girl
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
YAY
So, I meant to post this earlier, but with the way things are going I haven't had a whole lot of time to do so, but did partake in some excellent stuffings of deliciousness so I felt the need to share with you fellow stuffers and stuffing appreciators.
It starts off with a fantabulous breakfast of an entire box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch with approximately half a gallon of milk. Why not the whole gallon? Because regardless of how sizable or stretchy your stomach is the human body cannot tolerate that much lactose within the space of an hour. My breakfast was given out of the good graces of a wonderful feeder, Alex
Thank you, Alex!
It starts off with a fantabulous breakfast of an entire box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch with approximately half a gallon of milk. Why not the whole gallon? Because regardless of how sizable or stretchy your stomach is the human body cannot tolerate that much lactose within the space of an hour. My breakfast was given out of the good graces of a wonderful feeder, Alex
Thank you, Alex!
Before: The weight I have put on is a little noticeable on my tall frame.
During: As you can see the cereal is getting close to gone, and tummy is getting wonderfully stuffed.
After: Mac & Cheese Teamwork tee no longer manages to keep my midriff hidden from view!
Before: I hadn't quite shrunk completely from the aftermath of my breakfast, but had changed into something more befitting to the chores and errands. Though, in looking at the photos now had I realized my favorite assets were on display so much I would have changed into something else to run those errands. In case your wondering my favorite assets are my full C-cups, my thick thighs, and even my soft muffin top.
During: In the middle of the ravioli, the cami has already failed at keeping the tummy under wraps; not that it was doing a great job before!
After: There I am overstuffed just how I love to be, stomach packed so much getting up was a long debate, cami completely pushed up by my filled middle, the weight of my belly on my thighs making me wish I had more room!
During: As you can see the cereal is getting close to gone, and tummy is getting wonderfully stuffed.
After: Mac & Cheese Teamwork tee no longer manages to keep my midriff hidden from view!
With my belly satisfactorily full I went through my day: errands, chores, etc quite content and well fed.
AND THEN!
It came time for dinner, and one of my favorite all time feeders provided me with it! Declan's fed me a few times over the years, and he is always generous with the food, and gracious with the outcome! For my dinner I had bread a butter, mushroom ravioli, ice cream, water, and soda pop.
Thank you, Declan!
Before: I hadn't quite shrunk completely from the aftermath of my breakfast, but had changed into something more befitting to the chores and errands. Though, in looking at the photos now had I realized my favorite assets were on display so much I would have changed into something else to run those errands. In case your wondering my favorite assets are my full C-cups, my thick thighs, and even my soft muffin top.
During: In the middle of the ravioli, the cami has already failed at keeping the tummy under wraps; not that it was doing a great job before!
After: There I am overstuffed just how I love to be, stomach packed so much getting up was a long debate, cami completely pushed up by my filled middle, the weight of my belly on my thighs making me wish I had more room!
With that I headed off to bed feeling full, and fat, and satisfied!
Thank you for all the support, and for the food!
Until next time,
Bon apetit!
StufferGirl
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Right
So, like I know I haven't posted anything in a long time-since sometime in April I believe, but I never intended to stop posting. Things get busy sometimes, and to be honest this isn't the most important thing in my life.
There's work, and there's mouths to feed, and bills to pay. I've been working so hard trying to figure out how to pay those bills that I haven't had time to really post on here - nor have I been able to find a solution to budgetary issues which makes me feel rather like congress. And, rather insufficient.
Anyway, on top of all that I really don't have time to spend with my babies so what little time I have I spend with them and not posting. In fact I am currently spending time with them while I post. Tate has her head on my belly and we're watching Galaxy Quest.
Anyway, this is a stuffing blog so I should talk about stuffing. I have not really stuffed in a long time - just haven't had the budget for it. But due to being so busy and stressed m exercise is still nil, and my weight has increased a little bit more which is cool - being pillowy and soft has it's perks, but it would be nice to be able to do some stuffing again.
'Til next time,
Stuffer Girl
AKA Maddiesmuffintop
AKA IKissedagirl
Also I should say something to my fans - I have greatly appreciated the encouragement and everything even though I have not been posting.
There's work, and there's mouths to feed, and bills to pay. I've been working so hard trying to figure out how to pay those bills that I haven't had time to really post on here - nor have I been able to find a solution to budgetary issues which makes me feel rather like congress. And, rather insufficient.
Anyway, on top of all that I really don't have time to spend with my babies so what little time I have I spend with them and not posting. In fact I am currently spending time with them while I post. Tate has her head on my belly and we're watching Galaxy Quest.
Anyway, this is a stuffing blog so I should talk about stuffing. I have not really stuffed in a long time - just haven't had the budget for it. But due to being so busy and stressed m exercise is still nil, and my weight has increased a little bit more which is cool - being pillowy and soft has it's perks, but it would be nice to be able to do some stuffing again.
'Til next time,
Stuffer Girl
AKA Maddiesmuffintop
AKA IKissedagirl
Also I should say something to my fans - I have greatly appreciated the encouragement and everything even though I have not been posting.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Over a week:
So it's been over a week, in fact closer to two weeks, since I last posted on here, and a thoroughly apologize for that. My bad yo'. Okay so here's the thing, the past month has been really bad for me, despite the humour in my previous posts. In fact, the humour might have had something to do with it. I guess I am going to be more honest in this post in the past. No, honest isn't the word I mean. I mean more exposed. As in I'm branching out from the topic of stuffing here for a moment. Work's been unbelievably atrocious. Whilst expanding operations in my sector the decision was to wait to hire new people until the expansion has been tried out, this means my work has doubled, and I'm still only getting what breaks down to 8/hour. Bull. Dad's been in and out of the hospital due to bilateral knee surgery and physical therapy then when the one knee what bonkers he had to have another surgery and had to start the p.t. all over again. In addition, found out this morning the Lab has heart worms. Spent all day at work nearly on the verge of breakdown, but the results are in: she is still stage one (borderline stage two), but still stage one none-the-less. So, she'll need special care for awhile, on medication for the next eight weeks then she'll get her first shot. she should be fine, but it's gonna be a long an arduous journey, and according to the Vet she needs to refrain from strenuous physical activity for the time being, and I'm like "Have you ever met a Lab before?" The freakin' live to fetch! Anyways, so because of everything culminating this week I really haven't had stuffing time. Sorry darlings! I'll still post of course. Need more feedback. Tell me about your stuffing experiences, ask me stuffing questions! Also, how do I expand my followers?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sticking to your statements... or not.
So early Monday morning I talked about the epiphany I had about how unfit I had physically become, and how much fat I was now carrying around my belly, and in the post I discussed the possibilities of exercising when continuing to stuff.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
It's ok to laugh at me as well.
I'm going to give a little run down of my day.
After the dog toy incident and the subsequent revelations from standing on the scale afterwards I gathered the little ones for breakfast of banana waffles then once they were at day care I treated myself to leftover tiramisu. Had another cup of coffee got ready for work, and off I went where i sat on my bum at work until i had a lunch of two large veggie soft tacos and a 20 oz Sprite, then back to work where I sat on my bum until I had a king size Reese's then sat on my bum until picked the kids up, and came home.
Dinner wasn't anything special - just standard spaghetti, and leftover tiramisu for dessert.
Cleaned house, cleaned children, played fetch, read bedtime story, took pictures for FF, then I snuck a whole chocolate cake to my room and devoured it.
Where was the exercise...? No where... And, I ended up stuffing myself on fatty things...
i feel slightly ashamed...
So here i am in bed, in too small pajama bottoms and a tee shirt that used to be big on me, body feeling tired and soft and well padded, belly resting on my lap and grumbling from a whole chocolate cake.
Oh well.
Can you imagine the calories I had:
1) Cup of coffee with cream and sugar.
2) Four waffles
one banana,
cup of strawberries,
butter,
syrup.
3) Plate of tiramisu.
4) Cup of coffee with cream and sugar.
5) 20 oz Sprite
two giant tortillas wrapped around
onions, bell peppers, jalapenos, spinach, squash, muenster, and spices.
6) King sized Reese's Peanut Butter cups.
7) Large Plate of spaghetti
8) Another plate of tiramisu.
9) Whole chocolate cake.
I'm so $&#*^% doomed...
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
It's ok to laugh at me as well.
I'm going to give a little run down of my day.
After the dog toy incident and the subsequent revelations from standing on the scale afterwards I gathered the little ones for breakfast of banana waffles then once they were at day care I treated myself to leftover tiramisu. Had another cup of coffee got ready for work, and off I went where i sat on my bum at work until i had a lunch of two large veggie soft tacos and a 20 oz Sprite, then back to work where I sat on my bum until I had a king size Reese's then sat on my bum until picked the kids up, and came home.
Dinner wasn't anything special - just standard spaghetti, and leftover tiramisu for dessert.
Cleaned house, cleaned children, played fetch, read bedtime story, took pictures for FF, then I snuck a whole chocolate cake to my room and devoured it.
Where was the exercise...? No where... And, I ended up stuffing myself on fatty things...
i feel slightly ashamed...
So here i am in bed, in too small pajama bottoms and a tee shirt that used to be big on me, body feeling tired and soft and well padded, belly resting on my lap and grumbling from a whole chocolate cake.
Oh well.
Can you imagine the calories I had:
1) Cup of coffee with cream and sugar.
2) Four waffles
one banana,
cup of strawberries,
butter,
syrup.
3) Plate of tiramisu.
4) Cup of coffee with cream and sugar.
5) 20 oz Sprite
two giant tortillas wrapped around
onions, bell peppers, jalapenos, spinach, squash, muenster, and spices.
6) King sized Reese's Peanut Butter cups.
7) Large Plate of spaghetti
8) Another plate of tiramisu.
9) Whole chocolate cake.
I'm so $&#*^% doomed...
Monday, March 21, 2011
Consequences of Frequent Overindugence
So this morning I wake up at 6 a.m. as I normally do. I walk outside for my morning cigarette, and I see the dog sitting in the middle of the yard staring straight up. Thinking there is a bird or a squirrel that has caught her attention I ignore it for a few minutes until I noticed that she did not move a muscle or turn her gaze the slightest bit which she would have done where she focused on a small creature moving around so I go to the dog, and look straight up. Thirty feet in the air there is a dog-tow, a rope with a red rubber ball on it, dangling from the branches approximately thirty feet in the air.
The dog has had this tow for a few years now, and it is one of her favorites. How it ever got thirty feet up a tree is beyond me, but I did see the cat sitting on a lawn chair with a smug, "What now, B*%#^#@" look on his face.
I send the animals back into the house and take the kids wiffle ball to try and knock the toy down. If you're ever faced with a situation where you need to knock something from a tree do not use a wiffle ball. ultimately ineffective. After ten minutes of chucking a wiffle ball as hard as I could at the thing i didn't hit it once and was feeling short of breath and had a cramp. "Damn, i really have let myself get out of shape," i thought to myself looking down at the round mound of fat clinging to my unfed belly.
After I caught my breath I took a mesquite log and chucked that at the dog toy - missing completely I remember thinking "Dammit - I can't hit anything" But, then the log started coming down; it landed smack dab on top of the dog tow which made a bee-line to the earth, but now there is a mesquite log, thirty feet in an oak tree over the middle of the backyard where two small children, two dogs, one cat, and one particularly out of shape woman play.
Dragging the ladder out from the garage, around the house, and then to the middle of the back yard was also a lot of hard work. I felt weak, and really just wanted to sit down, but calling the fire department to retrieve a mesquite log from an oak tree sounded idiotic.
Climbing the ladder was harder than climbing stairs. I don't spend a lot of time on ladders, and was unsure of my balance so i was leaning towards the center of the ladder, belly and breasts kept hitting the steps.
Long story short I got the log out of the tree, put the ladder back and plopped down on the bench huffing and puffing. By the time i caught my breath my belly began to grumble for food. I looked down at it, and there it was - round, and loose, and resting on my thighs. I cannot believe I let this happen.
I mean I know i stuff often, but I used to be adamant about working out, and though I know I haven't in a long time when did I get this out of shape, and this plumpened - then I remembered buying size 16 jeans the last time I went to the store.
Was I just ignoring the fact that i was getting fat? Or was i aware and just not caring?
This morning I was wearing old yoga pants from back when I actually did yoga, and that was at least 40 to 60 pounds ago, and I was wearing a cami that I had gotten about 40 to 60 pounds ago as well. When I came back inside my oldest asked me if I was gonna have another baby!
I looked at myself in the mirror, and sure enough, in that outfit, belly and love handles pinched by too small pants, and belly bare under a too small cami, the several inches of fat clung to my middle, and I would look knocked up if it weren't for how malleable and soft I was.
The lessons learned. Wiffle balls aren't good for getting dog toys out of trees, might as well just go get the ladder the first time, being lazy and having no time for exercise makes a girl severely out of shape to the point of even tossing things in the air for ten minutes gives her a cramp, and overeating makes you fat.
Will i stop stuffing? Hell no. Will i start working out? I'm going to try to find the time to do so. I might have to work my way back up to riding bikes though. the truth is I don't mind the extra flesh my stuffing has brought on - I look at it as a sign of my pleasure, but there's no reason i should be this unfit.
If you love stuffing but don't want to end up like me, don't stuff too often, and avoid sweets, and exercise a lot more often than I do. It's really not that hard to stay fit and stuff - I did for years 'til the kids came, and i had not time anymore.
The dog has had this tow for a few years now, and it is one of her favorites. How it ever got thirty feet up a tree is beyond me, but I did see the cat sitting on a lawn chair with a smug, "What now, B*%#^#@" look on his face.
I send the animals back into the house and take the kids wiffle ball to try and knock the toy down. If you're ever faced with a situation where you need to knock something from a tree do not use a wiffle ball. ultimately ineffective. After ten minutes of chucking a wiffle ball as hard as I could at the thing i didn't hit it once and was feeling short of breath and had a cramp. "Damn, i really have let myself get out of shape," i thought to myself looking down at the round mound of fat clinging to my unfed belly.
After I caught my breath I took a mesquite log and chucked that at the dog toy - missing completely I remember thinking "Dammit - I can't hit anything" But, then the log started coming down; it landed smack dab on top of the dog tow which made a bee-line to the earth, but now there is a mesquite log, thirty feet in an oak tree over the middle of the backyard where two small children, two dogs, one cat, and one particularly out of shape woman play.
Dragging the ladder out from the garage, around the house, and then to the middle of the back yard was also a lot of hard work. I felt weak, and really just wanted to sit down, but calling the fire department to retrieve a mesquite log from an oak tree sounded idiotic.
Climbing the ladder was harder than climbing stairs. I don't spend a lot of time on ladders, and was unsure of my balance so i was leaning towards the center of the ladder, belly and breasts kept hitting the steps.
Long story short I got the log out of the tree, put the ladder back and plopped down on the bench huffing and puffing. By the time i caught my breath my belly began to grumble for food. I looked down at it, and there it was - round, and loose, and resting on my thighs. I cannot believe I let this happen.
I mean I know i stuff often, but I used to be adamant about working out, and though I know I haven't in a long time when did I get this out of shape, and this plumpened - then I remembered buying size 16 jeans the last time I went to the store.
Was I just ignoring the fact that i was getting fat? Or was i aware and just not caring?
This morning I was wearing old yoga pants from back when I actually did yoga, and that was at least 40 to 60 pounds ago, and I was wearing a cami that I had gotten about 40 to 60 pounds ago as well. When I came back inside my oldest asked me if I was gonna have another baby!
I looked at myself in the mirror, and sure enough, in that outfit, belly and love handles pinched by too small pants, and belly bare under a too small cami, the several inches of fat clung to my middle, and I would look knocked up if it weren't for how malleable and soft I was.
The lessons learned. Wiffle balls aren't good for getting dog toys out of trees, might as well just go get the ladder the first time, being lazy and having no time for exercise makes a girl severely out of shape to the point of even tossing things in the air for ten minutes gives her a cramp, and overeating makes you fat.
Will i stop stuffing? Hell no. Will i start working out? I'm going to try to find the time to do so. I might have to work my way back up to riding bikes though. the truth is I don't mind the extra flesh my stuffing has brought on - I look at it as a sign of my pleasure, but there's no reason i should be this unfit.
If you love stuffing but don't want to end up like me, don't stuff too often, and avoid sweets, and exercise a lot more often than I do. It's really not that hard to stay fit and stuff - I did for years 'til the kids came, and i had not time anymore.
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