It's about time I introduced my self to all of my readers. For the longest time I have been lurking in the underground with enormous anonymity. I think, now that I have found a large group of individuals that have the same desires wants and fantasies as I, that I come out form under the vail of secrecy.

My name is Gail Fisher. I am Bla Bla years old and of Irish anglo descent. I am 5'-8" tall and weigh 158 pounds(sometimes, mostly). I think I am considered an "Amazon" because of my muscular build. I was born and raised on a farm near a small town in the mid-west. I have been a "Tom Boy" at heart all my life. I have had a few boy-girl-friends in the past, and am presently entangled. Her name is Brenda.

I work in the entertainment and film industry and would like to keep my position a mystery.

How did I come to start writing about "Stuffing" you ask? Well, for as long as I can remember I have had a fascination with pregnant women. When I was small, the women would let me feel their bellies. They were so big and round and hard. It's like I saw them everywhere. As a young girl I can remember trying to look like them. I would stuff pillows up my shirt, or blow up big balloons and put them under my shirt.

Now, living on a farm and being a little older, I was told, "Eat what has been given to you. Little children in China are starving." The portions were large for a little girl, but I would end up eating everything on my plate and I would be so stuffed full that my belly would bulge. After some time had gone by I noticed that I rather liked this over full feeling.

One Thanksgiving, when I was 12, was the first time I thought of eating until I was so full that I thought I might split something open inside of me. I ate, and ate, and ate. I just forced food down until my belly was absolutely stuffed and bulging full. I felt great and looked like I was stuffed to the gills. My belly really got bloated. Later that evening I thought that if I kept my belly full of food, that I could cause it to stretch and get even bigger. So I ate, and ate, and ate all night long. I was so full that I had trouble even sitting. My belly did get bigger and I really loved the feeling.

How did I get started writing about full robust bellies you ask? Easy! I have such a fascination with them that it just seemed natural to write some fantasies about them.

If there is anything else you all would like to know, please E-Mail me at portlyrobust@sbcglobal.net...

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