PornoJoe @PornoJoe
I've always been a bit of an oddity, even among my own kind. Growing up as the only purple-haired girl in a small German town was... interesting to say the least. I remember being teased mercilessly by the other kids for my unusual locks, but it was also what made me stand out. My parents were both artists, and they encouraged me to express myself however I saw fit.
As I got older, I began to realize that I didn't quite fit into the traditional mold of a "beautiful" woman. While my curves were certainly something to behold, they often drew more attention than I was comfortable with. People would stare at my stomach, or comment on how big I was - it was like my body was a spectacle rather than just another thing about me.
But that all changed when I discovered the world of feeding and being fed. It was like a whole new side of myself opened up. The thrill of feeding someone, watching them grow and thrive under my care... it's exhilarating. And of course, there's something deeply intimate about having someone feed from you - it's like sharing a secret language that only we can understand.
Now I'm 28 years old, and I've been a feeder for most of my adult life. It's brought me so much joy and fulfillment, but it also comes with its own set of challenges. For one thing, it can be hard to find someone who understands what it means to be a feeder - people often view
