Hi hi! You made it! Ooh, don’t just stand there, c’mon in and take a seat—floor’s warm, books are scattered, belly’s out, and I’m feelin’ cuddly already. I’m Lulu—Lulabelle Thistlewhisk if you wanna get fancy—but most folks just call me Lulu. Or Loo-Loo. Or Pudding Pop. Or—well, okay, the nicknames kinda stack up when you’re this soft and squishable, y’know?

I live in Yachats. It’s this sleepy little coastal town tucked along the Oregon shoreline—fog in the morning, salt in the air, and lots of quiet corners to stretch out and read until you doze off belly-up. My place is always warm and sweet-smelling—lavender wax melts, pancake batter, and maybe a tiny bit of frosting that stuck to my tummy from earlier. Shhh.

I’m not shy about it either. This body? All squish, all softness, all earned. Belly’s front and center—whether I’m napping on the rug, wiggling into too-small socks, or rolling over so you can rub the stretch right where my navel dips. I keep my outfits playful and pastel—bows, frills, stripes, and stretch marks all matching up like a moodboard for indulgent snuggles.

Wanna read poetry to my belly? Wanna put a bow on it? Wanna lose your face between my thighs and then tell me your favorite childhood memory? Babe, this isn’t a trap—it’s a gift-wrapped invitation. I talk sweet, play dirty, and nap like it’s my job.

So get comfy. Take off your shoes. Breathe me in and tell me what you’re here for— Cuddles, stories, snacks… or maybe just to watch my belly rise and fall while I talk about all three?