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My "Stash"

Added 2019-10-18 16:25:32 +0000 UTC

A few years ago, in the middle of a family move, my wife nearly discovered my stash. No, not that kind of stash. I’m talking about the stash nearly every teenage boy my generation had:

A porn stash.

Not to be confused with the ‘pornstache’ (worn by many entertainers of the day), a ‘porn stash’ consisted of whatever masturbatory material me and my mates could get our mitts on in the multi-media deprived 1980s. This was typically magazines (Playboy and Penthouse ruled the day) or bootlegged videotapes (usually a copy of a copy), but really any picture of a hot girl in a state of undress would do.

At least for most. In my case, I use the word ‘porn’ very loosely, because had my parents come across my ‘stash’ back then they probably would have been more confused than anything. While my friends were beating bologna to blurry bush tapes, I was mangling my manhood to diet ads ripped from Redbook.

You know the ones I mean—with before-and-after pictures where the ‘before’ featured a miserable looking girl in crappy lighting with her head down and her belly pushed out, and an ‘after’ that showed the same girl done up like a glamour model with whitened teeth and her tummy tucked. Those were the best. Even back then, I knew it was advertising bullshit (“from fat and miserable to pretty and perfect in six short weeks!”), but those prejudiced images sure helped stimulate my mental reversal of them (“from haughty hottie to insecure heifer in six short weeks!”).

In addition to before-and-after diet ads, I accumulated numerous tabloid articles documenting the “blimping out” (usually just an unflattering camera angle) of various starlets at the time, photographs of plump friends and acquaintances, as well as a number of my own drawings and stories composed “for my eyes (and other parts of my anatomy) only.” My Holy Grail was a handful of pictures taken from Playboy—one was of a barely chubby Co-ed in a string bikini (from a Girls of Spring Break photo shoot), one was a pre-Playboy photo of a Centerfold “before she lost her baby fat” according to the caption, and the others were from a short pictorial spread on plus-size models circa 1983. Considering my Father collected every Playboy from 1968-2000 (and I snuck glances at nearly all of them) that gives you an idea of just how barren the BBW landscape was back then.

Unfortunately, I lost a good chunk of my stash in the “Great Move of ’90,” when I hastily trashed a thick black binder that contained most of it lest my Mom discover it while packing. You’d think that would have been the least of my concerns, especially since we were moving cross-country in the middle of my Junior year, but its loss was pretty traumatic for me. There were five+ years of carefully created and cultivated BBW and weight-gain smut in there!

Kids today have it easy. (I know, get off my lawn!) Today, there’s porn for every proclivity at your fingertips and instead of hiding your stash you only have to worry about clearing your cache. I’m a little jealous, of course, but had I not been forced to use my imagination to satisfy my deviant desires, I may never have developed as an artist and writer…and I’m certain this Patreon page would not exist.

I’m posting a few of the surviving (and somewhat embarrassing) vestiges of my original ‘stash’ for you to peruse. Maybe it will inspire you to create or share some of your own?

Maverick