bitful

There was this documentary the other night called Fat Girls and Feeders. I missed most of it until I got a text from Dr Bitful telling me to switch it on. To put it briefly, it was about a man who enjoyed his wife being big. I mean huge. I'm talking 60 stone (or 840 pounds for people across the pond - or 380 kilos for those stubbornly sticking to that new metric thing).

"These men aren't satisfied with a merely big partner, but encourage and even coerce them to gain weight to the point where the women become immobile and risk their lives."

The woman had to lose weight for health reasons (she was afraid she was not going to live long enough to be at her daughter's high school graduation - she did not seem to worry about not being able to leave her own bed for years), and her husband had a dreamlike look while talking about how wonderful it used to be to put his hand in between folds of fat and not being able to reach her waist. He also said that whenever he wanted to get quickly aroused he would watch videos he'd made of his wife when she was at her heaviest.

I am normally not one for judging what other people get off with, and yet I had a feeling there was something wrong with it.

And, as I'm typing this, Dr Bitful is behind my back blissfully squeezing out my blackheads. Spotty boys and squeezers?

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