#Like calling him old and fat and then saying “he looks like me. So gross. :(” that is so fucked up dudes
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Sometimes I log into Tumblr . Com and I expect to find fun and whimsy and here you all are posting the most wild and awful shit about Patrick stump
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“What about her?”
“Her name is Terrie. She’s 43 years old. Two kids- one boy, one girl. She is recently divorce, you can tell by the swing of her hips. She has a medium sized dog, probably named Tucker or something. She has five different shirts that say ‘don’t talk to me until I’ve had coffee.’ She drives a totally oversized SUV, but can parallel park like a bad bitch.” Finishing your analysis you leaned back and took a sip of your tea. John hummed, seemingly agreeing with you. “What about him.” You whispered. John followed your gaze.
“His name is definitely Mark. No kids. Calls his shitty flat his ‘bachelor pad’.” You snickered softly. “I would say late thirties. All of his buddies have stopped inviting him places because he makes their wives uncomfortable. He loves a good wine cooler and he thinks ‘Back to the Future’ is still the greatest film ever made.” You nodded your head in agreement.
“Are we mean.” You asked suddenly. John looked over at you with a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your chair and tugged you closer to his side. You welcomed his advancements and snuggled your head into his side.
“Sweetheart, we judge people we don’t even know just based off of their appearance.” John kissed the top of your head. “We are most definitely mean.” He whispered, leaning down giving you a fat peck on the cheek. You pushed him away and wiped your cheek playfully.
“Gross.” You spat. John wasn’t having it and pulled you right back to where you were- where you belonged.
“You really want to play that game with me sweetheart?” He whispered against your temple.
“I’m a good sport.” You whispered back. He grumbled softly and pressed another hard kiss against your temple. “What do you think people would think about us.”
“Well.” John started. You felt him smile against your skin. “They’d probably wonder what I do for a living to get such a hot little partner such as yourself.” You flushed. “They’d probably assume we’ve only be together a short while since we are so obviously smitten.” You and John had been together for nine years. “Then they’d probably take a guess as to how many bite marks you have on your thighs sweetheart.” All the air seemed to escape your lungs.
“I’m sure they would then guess how long it takes to get from this little coffee shop all the way back to our flat.” You murmured, playing along with his little game.
“We should go test it, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
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Hi just got into reading your writing, I adore it ❤️❤️
Was just wondering if you could write about George while during labour and after cuddling with a cute baby. I feel like he would be so cute and helpful 😂😂
thank you for coming by my blog and checking out my stuff, that means a whole lot to me!
if you wanna check out the previous girl-dad!george blurb then you can read it here. xx
nearing the last few weeks of her pregnancy, all yn wants to do is stay at home.
as much as george tries to coax her out for some fresh air, just for a walk around the park down the road or sitting in the background of on one of chris' football shoots so she could get some social activity in as well as some time outside, she denies every invite that comes her way. she just doesn't feel up to it.
and george understands.
"i'm fat, i waddle instead of walk, i look gross and i haven't showered for about four days because i'm tired lugging this around," she points to the bump that protrudes from over the waistband of her tracksuit trousers and stretching the material of one of george's old t-shirts, "i just don't want to go anywhere, george."
"you're not fat," he tuts and runs the stretch of his palm across the curvature of her front, feeling the active kicks from his little girl as she moves around and gets comfortable from the previous jostling motions of yn waddling her way towards him, "you are pregnant. not fat."
"i've gained so many pounds," yn huffs her fringe from her face and he rolls his eyes, "don't roll your eyes with attitude, clarkey."
"not done with attitude," he retorts and presses a kiss to her lips, "you're just being silly, okay? the midwife told you in your last visit to her that you'd probably gain a little weight from your body changing."
she frowns and he cups her face in his hands.
"besides, all that added weight is just proof out little girl is growing healthily."
she drops her forehead to his chest, a slight stretch from her neck because of the bump restricting her from getting any closer, and she groans lowly.
"will you be okay for a few hours? i can get someone to come and sit with you for an hour or so?"
"i'll be fine," yn grumbles, lifting her head up to look at him and he has a soft and gentle look in his eyes, one that seemed to be debating on whether he should leave for chris' video shoot or stay and explain that he needed to be home with her, "don't even think about cancelling, george. i'll be fine. if anything goes wrong, i'm sure arthur can come down from upstairs."
"hill or television?"
"oh, definitely hill. i think mister frederick would pass out if he had to do anything remotely related to me being in labour."
george snorts and retrieves his hands from her, passing her by as he walks towards the door to her flat and grabs his boots for the 3g pitch chris had booked, slipping his feet into his trainers, before grabbing his hoodie from the back of her door.
"you call me if anything happens."
"george, we have three weeks."
"baby's can come early," he warns her and she rolls her eyes, "less with the attitude, missy."
"go on, go. you'll be late otherwise," yn smiles softly, "tell chris i say hi and that the baby told me that she can't wait to puke on him when she's finally here."
and, of course, everything is fine and dandy in the first few hours without george.
she made herself a sandwich then followed it with a bowl of cereal because she was craving something a little chocolatey, watching all of the youtube videos that she needed to catch up and scrolling her social media, replying to sweet messages on her twitter and doing a small q and a on her instagram for people to involve themselves in.
until she felt an ache roll across her belly.
an ache that was nothing like the braxton hicks she'd experienced just a short week ago when she'd panicked about going into labour. the midwife explaining it was just her body getting ready for when it was time to pop their little girl out, that it was nothing to worry about and that she wasn't in active labour and just needed to rest and enjoy the last few weeks as a family of two.
an ache that did worry her because it was harsh. enough to make her hunch over. enough to make her eyes water. enough to have her heart racing in her chest.
"you just had to do it without daddy here, huh? did you not hear our conversation earlier?"
she didn't want to interrupt george and she told herself that she had enough willpower to cope for the first hour, by herself, and she didn't want to call chris when he was in the middle of his shoot to tell him she needed her boyfriend when her labour was only at the first stage.
she reaches for her phone and tries to call arthur hill, except it goes to his voicemail twice. to which she left a rather agitated message in relation to how she was going to make him do all the nappy changes and have him on babysitting duty when her little one had arrived.
"yn?"
"arthur," she says, "hello."
"hi?"
"don't be so surprised i'm calling you, idiot. we're friends," she rolls her eyes to herself and her words come out as a low grumble and he huffs out a gentle laugh, "i just need your help."
"i'm in the middle of editing a new reacts video, can it wait till-"
"i think i'm in labour and i just need someone to come and sit with me for a little while. just in case," she grumbles out, looking at the clock as she kept a close eye on the minutes ticking by, "just until george comes home from his shoot with chris in a couple of hours."
"oh, shit."
"please don't panic," she begs him softly, hearing the instant shock and worry in his voice, "i'm fine. nothing is really progressing and i've only had two contractions in the last fifteen or so minutes. but-"
"no, no. it's fine. give me five minutes and i'll be down, okay? do you need me to bring you anything? does george have anything that you'll need?"
yn shakes her head, "no, no. just, yourself. please. george has a spare key in your flat, by the front door, you can use that."
"okay, i'll be there soon. just sit tight."
and when george gets home a short hour and a half after her first contraction, he's greeted with the sight of yn swaying her hips on her yoga ball in front of arthur who was sat on the sofa, her hands in his as she squeezed them gently, lips pursed as she took deep breaths in and out.
and, at first, he's confused.
until it really dawns on him and he's drops his stuff instantly. feet on their way to her before he could toe his trainers off and usually, yn would complain about the smell of his sweaty clothes after his arrival home after anything activity-related except today, she had bigger things to worry about.
"jesus christ, you didn't think to call me?"
"i didn't want to interrupt your shoot. plus, it's not too bad," yn smiles softly, her cheeks red and her forehead shiny with a thin layer of sweat building up on her skin, "arthur's been a great help. he should take up midwifery."
"no," arthur blurts out suddenly and she giggles lightly, "i don't have the stomach for it."
"okay, maybe a doula then," yn suggests, "your voice is very calming and soothing to listen to. i made him recite animal facts to distract him and myself."
she looks at george and his eyes are full of concern.
"george, i'm okay."
"she's a trooper," arthur lets george take her hands, replacing his spot in front of yn and he stands to his feet, wiping his hands on his t-shirt as they were warm and a little sticky, "do you need me or shall i leave you both to it?"
"i think we've got it," george look at him and smiles, "thanks, mate. i'll keep you updated on everything. hopefully we have a baby next time we see you."
arthur grins and bends over and presses a soft kiss to yn's forehead, squeezing her shoulder before he bids his farewell to the two of them, closing the front door behind him as he exits the flat. leaving yn and george in their own bubble, allowing them the privacy to endure the next step of their parenting journey together, the quiet feel to the room almost comforting for her as his thumb rubs over her knuckles reassuringly.
he calls the hospital, speaks to her midwife, lets yn inform of her of everything and they're told to come in because yn was definitely about to have a baby. no fake contractions this time around.
it was the real thing.
and she was terrified.
"i don't wanna go," she whispers tearfully and her feet come to halt at the front door, dropping his hand as he takes one step more and he turns to look at her, "george, i don't want to go."
"no, no. hey," he hoists the strap of the baby bag over his shoulder, her head dropping down to her chest as she hid the tears that were beginning to well and spill over her eyelids, "i know you're scared. hell, i'm scared, too. so scared. but we've got this, yeah? you've got this."
she shakes her head.
"yes, you have. you're the strongest woman i know, okay? you've been amazing through the last nine months, you've battled all you can battle, now it's time for the final step," he grins widely and she looks up at him, his palms cupping her face, "we're about to have a baby, yeah? the last nine months of growing our little bub is coming to an end."
"i can't do it," she whimpers and her bottom lip wobbles, "george, i can't."
and she bursts into tears. her cries echoing around the hallway, down the corridor of the floor of her flat, and his heart breaks at all of the emotions coming from within her. her cheeks wet. her eyes red. and he scoops her into a hug, hiding her face in his shoulder, cupping the back of her head with his hand.
"i'm with you every step of the way," he whispers, "right there, next to you, holding your hand. i'm not going anywhere."
she gulps back a thick sob, her tears dampening the shirt on his body and her knees are shaking, gently swaying as she felt a contraction start its painful ache across her stomach muscles, a heavy groan in the air that he could feel the pain radiate from.
when they get to the hospital and once she's given a room, with a pool in the corner in case she wanted it and a birthing ball beside her beside in case she found comfort on that, changing into a gown so she was a little more comfortable. the smell making her feel a little more at ease knowing she was somewhere where she could birth her baby safely. the gentle pastel colours of the walls around her making her feel less stressed and panicky and a lot more mellow and calmer.
and george stuck to his word.
he never left her side. he never tore his attention from her. he never left the room. he stayed planted to the seat beside the bed. only getting up to use the en-suite loo that came with the room and when she was after a nurse to ask a question about something she was a little scared and nervous about.
"think we should tell the guys?"
"i think arthur would have mentioned something," yn smiles, "i'm very surprised they're not in the waiting room."
"do you want them here?"
yn shakes her head, "as much as i'd love to see them, i just want you here."
he smiles and kisses her forehead.
"you're doing so well, okay? i wish i could do more for you than just hold your hand or rub your back," he frowns, "i just hate seeing you in so much pain."
"it's all worth it though, right? we get a baby at the end of this," she's softly spoken, having only just had an epidural to ease the pain she was feeling and to help her cope with the aches of her contractions, "me and you, can you believe that? not once did i ever picture us in this position when i saw you on tiktok all those years ago."
he snorts out a laugh and blushes softly.
"i'm so glad i commented on that one video you stitched onto mine," he reminds her, "don't think i'd be as happy with life than as i am now. never did i think i'd be a dad, though."
"you're going to be such a good dad," she says, "such a dilf."
yeah... so... i definitely love this girl-dad!george au that had risen up on this blog. i have a few messages in response to it so i'm going to work on them. i just love the idea of all of the boys being girl-dad's. :')))
please tell me i am not alone! anyway!
thank you for requesting this. my inbox is always open for george and arthurtv chats on here. xx
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Falling for a Feeder: Part 2: Infinity
That evening, Lucas lay there on the giant couch like a beached whale. His enormous, fleshy belly had long since slipped out of his shapeless t-shirt and was draped across the cushions; with sweat leaching from the bare skin due to the summer heat. He’d never been particularly tall, and so the prospect of being over four hundred and thirty pounds had felt like a fantasy in those early days. He’d had to learn to consume so many calories, to step back from overdoing it with the exercise. Now it was all second nature.
Getting up off the couch was an unpleasant thought. There would have to be stages to it. He’d have to use his arms to support himself and try to swing his body in the right way to keep the momentum so that it wouldn’t be too exhausting. He knew what people thought of him: that he was gross and disgusting. But he had never imagined that Talon would feel those things too: that he could ever get too fat, too greedy and lazy. Yet, he hadn’t seen Talon in days. In fact, the handsome man who had started all this wasn’t even returning his calls.
Lucas felt so alone, and yet, so desperately hungry.
Three Years Earlier
“When are we going to tell people about us?” Lucas asked, feeling content and stuffed; his head resting on Talon’s large, strapping chest. It was a question that had sat at the front of his mind for some time, given that Talon had started to talk about them getting their own place at some point in the future. “I mean, this might be a little confusing for people, you suddenly dating a guy. I’d understand if you’re not ready.”
“Do you think I’m embarrassed to be your boyfriend?” Talon asked, immediately concerned.
“No. I’m just saying…” Lucas replied, “...I would understand if you did.”
“I can’t wait to tell people about us,” Talon insisted, lifting an overfed Lucas off his chest so that he could look him in the eyes. “It’s you I’m thinking about. Have you really thought about it? Everyone suddenly knowing that we’re an item? I’ve not exactly been quiet about my… preferences,” he explained. “It’s already getting quite obvious that you’re carrying a good few extra pounds,” he noted, grabbing an actual handful of fat that had spread from Lucas’ doughy butt and onto his hips. “It’s not going to be hard for people to join the dots once they realise that we’re an item.” He sighed, as if he regretted something very deeply. “Are you really ready for that sort of judgement?”
It almost felt inappropriate to become so instantly aroused. Talon seemed so earnest and concerned for him, yet Lucas had made his peace with it all quite some time ago. He now looked forward to people passing comment on his weight, knowing how excited it would make the two of them afterwards. “You really think it’s obvious to people that I’m getting fat?” he asked with a broad smile.
Talon smiled too, seeming to relax. “Maybe…” he teased, moving his hand up to stroke the puffy fatness at Lucas’ side; fat that would soon fold the skin enough to become full-on love handles.
“You’re right. Once we tell people that we’re together, they’re going to know exactly why I’ve put on so much weight; that I’ve been fattened up. I’m going to be under more scrutiny than ever.”
Talon simply looked up at him sympathetically, making an excellent job of containing his excitement for the idea of everyone seeing all the hard work he had put into ensuring that Lucas continued to pile on the pounds.
“I want to be your fatty,” Lucas stated with lustful certainty. “I’m ready for everyone to know,” he nodded. “I’m so excited for them all to watch me growing fatter and softer for you every single day.”
“Oh yeah?” Talon smirked, raising his eyebrows and getting very much aroused himself, as Lucas lay on top of him and started kissing his lips. He slipped his large hands onto Lucas’ butt cheeks, unable to resist squeezing their doughy fleshiness; gently bouncing and spreading them like the horny twenty year old that he was, knowing that they were about to have sex for the third time that morning. “Let’s tell them all then,” he growled with lust. “Let’s make sure that absolutely everyone knows that you’re my fat little piggy!”
It turned out that Talon had been exactly right. Once people realised that Lucas and the muscular hunk were an item, everything seemed to change. He sensed the whispering behind their backs. The disapproval was obvious; from the guys who felt Lucas had turned their buddy gay, to the oblivious few who looked at Lucas’ increasingly chubby appearance and wondered how he had bagged a guy who was now so far out of his league. Even Jay had given Lucas a friendly word of warning about dating a guy like Talon; still laughably oblivious to the fact that he himself was dating a highly effective feeder.
Lucas, who hadn’t been home in weeks, decided that he couldn’t wait any longer to take Talon back to meet his parents, now that they were an official item. Despite his joy at fattening, he still squirmed the entire way there, wondering just how his family would react to seeing him carrying so much extra weight.
Indeed, although Talon found complete bliss in watching Lucas expand, he had understood his boyfriend’s concerns entirely; helping his boy to pick out clothes that worked to conceal as many of the excess pounds as possible. He stood next to Lucas the entire time, holding his hand and giving him courage as they walked into the house for the first time. Immediately, everyone had rushed around them in excitement to meet Lucas’ new boyfriend, with Talon’s strapping stature taking most of the focus; Lucas’ mother and auntie looking instantly quite smitten.
Talon had such an engaging personality. It was the reason why he was so well known and liked across the college campus. He had a way of engaging with absolutely everyone; knowledgeable about such a wide range of subjects, he could always find a way to tap into others’ interests and chat for hours with them. Lucas had slipped off to bed, leaving his new boyfriend speaking at length about fishing, of all things, with his dad and older brother; laughing at the fact that the handsome boy had already been invited along to go to the lake with them the next morning.
“I think my parents might like you!” Lucas chuckled in amusement as he and Talon finally got some time alone together that Saturday afternoon, after the highly successful fishing trip was done with.
Talon smirked. Despite how easily people seemed to take to him, there was no doubt that the guy knew exactly what he was doing. Charm was a skill that Talon had mastered better than anyone Lucas had ever known. “I think I’ve got them on side,” he nodded. “Of course,” he grinned, looking over his shoulder to check that no one was within ear shot. “It’s all smoke and mirrors. All I’m doing is distracting them from the fact that I’m turning their good-looing son into my own beautiful, fat piggy,” he teased, making Lucas laugh with pleasure. “Did anyone comment on how many times I cut some of your aunt’s birthday cake for you last night?” he asked, knowing that Lucas had had more than enough time that morning to discuss him with his mother and aunt.
“They just think you’re sweet and attentive,” Lucas nodded, laughing again at how easily Talon was getting away with it all.
“Sweet and attentive, that’s me,” Talon joked. “Not a wicked, evil feeder at all…” he whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, whilst simultaneously reaching under the loose fitting t-shirt to grab at the building softness underneath.
By the end of the afternoon, Lucas was feeling a lot more confident in his thicker body around his family. Talon had pushed him to go into the back yard for a swim together, meaning that everyone would have an unfiltered view of his swollen form. He’d not wanted to go, but Talon had cleverly reassured him that it would all be fine. It was only with some reluctance that Lucas had gone through with it, forgetting that Talon had his ultimate weapon to help Lucas avoid the judgemental eyes of his family. If any man in the entire world could pull off a tiny pair of swim shorts, it was Talon. Lucas sometimes took it for granted just how insanely impressive the guy’s body was. However, it was clear by the open mouths of everyone in Lucas’ family that they were paying a lot more attention to Talon than they were his own softened shape. A mixture of awe, admiration and jealousy, Talon revelled in the quiet attention he was getting; hopping in and out of the pool for any reason at all; bringing drinks and snacks for Lucas as he lazily drifted around the shallow end, enjoying the sun.
After drying off, Talon’s smirk was hard to miss, so pleased was he that his plan had worked flawlessly. “I don’t think that anyone even noticed that I fed you almost a thousand calories in sodas and snacks whilst we were out there,” he chuckled, rubbing the distended stomach on his boyfriend.
Footsteps were heard and Talon quickly retreated, posing with his arm over Lucas’ shoulder as his dad walked into the room. “Hey, Talon,” he called, not even looking at his own son. “My buddy thinks he can get us an extra ticket for the game tonight. You wanna come? I’d love for them to meet you.”
“Oh, man!” Talon sighed regretfully. “I’d love to, but I just promised Lucas that I’d take him out for food tonight,” he lied. “I read about some awesome dessert place downtown and figured that he deserves a treat,” he continued, deliberately rubbing Lucas’ back in just the same, comforting way that he did whenever his chubby boyfriend was trying to push down a calorie shake for him.
“You sure? They’re pretty great seats!” Lucas’ dad tried, sounding bitterly disappointed to be missing out on spending time with his new best friend.
“Sorry,” Talon replied, suddenly bold enough to reach down and rub Lucas’ fatter, swollen ass, even in front of his father. “When I make a promise to your handome son, I never break it....”
The second true test of their status as a real couple came as Talon invited Lucas along to his cousin’s wedding. Having travelled down on the Friday, they’d had time to meet up with the strapping boy’s family beforehand. They met at a particularly classy restaurant and Lucas began to see that Talon’s family had a lot more money than he had first assumed. With two accomplished brothers, it was clear that Talon wasn’t the only smart one in his family. The brothers were at least ten years older, but handsome men nonetheless; sat together with their attractive, pretty wives, they peered around with interest as Lucas walked in with the muscular Talon. There were looks, of course there were; secret knowing glances between them all, putting Lucas a bit on edge.
“You really hit the weights hard this year, huh?” asked Mike, the oldest brother, who was also a lawyer, squeezing his hand over Talon’s large shoulder as if to feel the changes for himself.
Despite the smiles and warm words, Lucas detected a strange sibling rivalry and hostility between Talon and his brothers. Even with his flawless charm, Lucas could always tell when Talon didn’t really like someone.
“And you must be Lucas?” the other brother nodded politely, shaking him by the hand as if conducting an official meeting; immediately introducing himself as a doctor of physics in a Californian university, alongside his wife. It was also the place where Talon’s father had worked for many years as professor; yet another impressive fact about Talon’s family that Lucas had never learned; alongside the revelation that their mother had been a successful novelist for decades.
Talon was clearly the baby of the family and, as it transpired, the one that they all considered to be the uncontrollable black sheep. Within no time at all, the brothers were dragging up stories of Talon’s exploits as a kid. It was obvious that Lucas’ new boyfriend had always had a devious streak to him, never one to play by the rules; the tales making them all laugh with glee. Lucas could picture the man he loved so dearly in each story. Talon hadn’t changed in the slightest!
The wine was flowing and everyone was soon loosening up. Lucas felt like he wanted to make a good impression with Talon’s parents. However, much like Talon, the brothers were such big personalities; it was hard for anyone else to make an impact on the conversation.
“I’ve got to say,” Mike began, looking directly at Lucas, “you’re not at all how we pictured you.”
Slightly taken aback, Lucas smiled awkwardly. “How so?” he asked.
“Well, you’re at least a hundred pounds lighter for a start,” he laughed, not noticing the awkward way the rest of the family were looking around at each other as the words tumbled from his mouth. “Do you remember that girl Talon fell in love with at the end of high school? Cammy? Casey?” he pondered, eventually giving up as no one jumped in to help. “Talon was so into her. Do you remember?” he asked the table. “There’s a picture of them going off to their prom together. She was massive!” he laughed. “Then there was that girl who looked like a beach ball that he brought home during his gap year before college…” Mike blindly went on.
“I’ll stop you right there,” Talon jumped in calmly. “If you think this is meant to embarrass me in front of Lucas, you’re wrong. He already knows about all those other relationships. We don’t keep things like that from each other.”
“Mike wasn’t trying to…” Talon’s mother jumped in, clearly well used to playing the peacekeeper.
“Let’s ask Lucas then, shall we?” Mike cut in obnoxiously; thinly disguising his dislike of his brother with a smug smile. “How do you feel, dating a creepy chubby chaser? I’m sure it must be every gay guy’s dream?” he snorted sarcastically.
Lucas looked around the table: the older, retired and distinguished parents; the good looking brothers, accomplished and successful, with their typically beautiful wives and their equally exciting careers. Talon didn’t fit in with a family like this. He was the square peg in a very round hole. All the stories from earlier now made complete sense. Talon really was the black sheep of the family; how could he not be? He was, and always would be, the naughty one, with mischief and wickedness twinkling in his eyes. He clearly enjoyed it, pushing the boundaries and expectations of this otherwise perfect family that couldn’t understand him, and it was a role that he played entirely for his own amusement. If arrogant Mike had thought he could embarrass his brother, he clearly didn’t know him at all. Talon was the one person in the whole world who felt no shame at all for being entirely who he was.
“Actually, I’ve been putting on a lot of weight since Talon and I got together,” Lucas stated simply, rubbing his smooth stomach as if to demonstrate to the family that he was really a lot softer and fatter than they may have expected from the loose fit of his shirt. He felt Talon’s hand slide affectionately onto his thigh and Lucas turned to look at his handsome boyfriend, smiling with pride. “It’s something Talon and I have been enjoying a lot.”
The arrogant brother had been stunned into silence, whilst others looked down awkwardly or stared at the two of them, wondering what on earth they meant.
“I’m taking Lucas out for more dessert after this,” Talon added. “He’s got an amazing sweet tooth,” he continued, joining Lucas to affectionately rub his little tummy and even give it a small pinch. “As you can all probably tell!”
Still there was silence around the table, something the waiter noticed as he walked by, asking them if they were ready for the check.
“Thank you,” Talon mouthed to Lucas as soon as the attention was diverted away from them. He couldn’t have looked prouder or more in love if he had tried. Not only did he have someone who shared his sense of humour and passions, he also had a guy who understood him completely. Anyone who could out themselves as a gainer to his parents upon the first time of meeting them, was definitely a keeper in Talon’s eyes.
Waking up in the hotel room the next morning, Talon and Lucas had both become so aroused as they realised the dress pants from Lucas’ suit were never going to button, and that even the jacket was too tight to button properly. Despite how well most of his clothes had been hiding it, it was obvious now that Lucas’ ass had been quietly blowing up a lot more than either of them had realised, making them laugh how, even when sucking in hard, the greedy boy couldn’t even come close to buttoning them up.
But as Talon went off to get showered, Lucas was faced with the awkward job of actually having to find an alternative to wear that day, even with the limited amount of items left in his weekend bag. He cursed himself, having spilt chocolate milkshake all down his shirt and pants from the night before, eliminating those entirely. The only other smart pants he had with him just about buttoned up after quite some effort. However, they were an extremely snug fit, with an unflattering cut now that he was carrying more than a few extra pounds on his rear. Lucas had only packed them in the hopes of turning Talon on during their long drive home in the car they’d borrowed from one of their housemates.
“Oh, Talon! What am I going to do?” Lucas fretted. “I don’t think I can wear these either, and there’s nothing else that’s left in my bag. Just look at me!”
Gazing over at his boyfriend’s face as he returned from the bathroom, Lucas could clearly tell that Talon had left the building. His eyes had misted over with lust and his jaw was slack, as if his brain simply could not function any longer. “You look amazing!” he growled with lust, already dressed up in his fitted, smart, stylish and sexy suit.
“Look at how it stretches over my ass though,” Lucas pointed, feeling genuinely concerned. “I don’t know how well I will even be able to walk. You can even see the outline of my dick in them!” he gasped, feeling almost panicky at how much of his gains people would be forced to see at this super expensive wedding.
“You looking fucking awesome!” Talon whispered into his ear, coming closer and feeling up his body in all the fleshier spots that Lucas knew the bad pants and tight shirt exposed so much.
“Talon, I’m serious!” the chubby guy protested, as his man unbuttoned tortured pants and started tugging on Lucas’ dick as they gazed at his reflection in the mirror.
“So am I,” Talon growled, briefly stepping back to throw his jacket off, then unstrap his own belt and lower his zipper, pulling out his immortal erection that had already been inside Lucas that morning. Talon knew exactly what Lucas liked, making the chub shudder with pleasure within moments of first tugging them both off together.
Within no time at all, Talon was manouevering his boyfriend over to the opposite side of the room, lifting him with the strength of three men and laying him down on the top of the desk that was there. He unbuttoned Lucas’ shirt, sighing with awe as he saw the fatty torso before him: so perfect, so fat.
Lucas moaned on the table top as he felt Talon’s large hand sliding up and down his hardness. In return, he grabbed at his boyfriend’s erection and did the same. He stared across the room, able to see the sexy reflection of them both in the mirror; Talon’s extremely broad back and large arms; his sexy, tight ass, still inside his dress pants and moving slightly as he thrusted a little in time with Lucas’ hand work; his strong hips moving in and out.
“Promise me that you’ll wear those pants today,” Talon moaned with lust. Lucas could tell that the hunk wasn’t going to last long before climaxing. But, then again, neither was he.
“But I’m too fat for them,” he breathed lustfully back.
“You’re way too fat for them,” Talon agreed with delight. “That’s what’s got me so fucking horny!”
Lucas moaned even louder. There was little else that got him more aroused than hearing Talon tell him how fat he was looking.
“I want everyone to see how soft and doughy you are,” Talon stated, almost aggressively, as his orgasm started to build. “Promise me you’ll wear them.”
By that point, Lucas was already climaxing; squirting all over his torso. “I promise!” he screamed, pleased that he was even able to scramble a response back at all. However, it made Talon moan louder than he had ever heard before, and Lucas suspected, quite rightly, that he might have just given the kinky boy one of the best orgasms of his life.
They’d only just made it on time for the wedding; with the extreme eroticism of their morning ruining their timetable. Even now, the arousal of the two boys was practically leaching off their bodies.
Lucas had squirmed in his shirt on the walk down to the venue. It had been generously sized earlier in the gains, but now it stretched across his bloated middle, with a little awkwardness. Even the collar seemed too tight, as a fresh, pudgy, puffiness was beginning to take over his face.
Fed on a steady diet of Talon’s intelligent shakes, mixed in with appetite stimulants, Lucas’ stomach had found it surprisingly difficult to sit through the entire service without something to eat. It had gargled and rolled, aching for food. Each time, Talon had looked at him and grinned excitedly; his large hand rubbing affectionately on Lucas’ thigh and a stubborn, substantial firmness bouncing in his crotch.
Lucas hadn’t held back later on as the food was served. He’d wanted to try and make a good impression with Talon’s family, but his overactive appetite and revelations from the evening before had probably not helped. The news that Talon’s new boyfriend had come out as deliberately gaining weight had most likely spread with relative ease through the crowded event. In fact, it was realy quite obvious, given the looks he was getting at the buffet that evening.
Talon hadn’t left his side, seeming to enjoy the thrill of showing off his chubby boyfriend to everyone. He’d brought him further platefuls and slices of cake, along with plenty of beers as they were needed. Before long, the shirt buttons had stretched rather worryingly and Talon seemed incapable of looking away from the gradually emerging belly flesh between those tortured buttons.
“Just think, maybe we could have our wedding here one day,” Talon whispered as the pair of them took to the dance floor for a slow dance at the end of the evening. Lucas could feel Talon’s hands on his hips, almost tugging dangerously at the pants as if to show off to all those looking on just how oversized Lucas’ butt was becoming.
Lucas chuckled, knowing exactly what the cunning boy was doing and enjoying the fact that he could give him such a thrill. His only hope was that Talon wouldn’t tear them entirely, right there on the dance floor. “Maybe…” Lucas smiled, nuzzling into the strong man’s shoulder. “I’d want a better cake than their one today though,” he went on, remembering how unimpressive it had been,
“I’ll make sure that you have the best cake ever,” Talon whispered back. “Absolutely enormous, with all your favourite flavours; more calories in a single bite than most people eat in an entire day!” he teased.
“Mmm! Yes please!” Lucas moaned back, having to push himself into Talon a little tighter so that his erection wouldn’t be seen by onlookers. He was definitely ready for bed, although he knew that neither of them would be going to sleep any time soon.
Lucas hadn’t gone home that second summer and Talon had picked up some work around the college as well. “I’m not about to skip town just as your tits are coming in,” the horny feeder had proclaimed.
Lucas had chuckled. It was too early to call them that, but he’d certainly been noticing the difference. Talon had wanted to fuss over them all the time and had found some pretty impressive ways to ensure Lucas experienced genuine pleasure from stimulating them. The sensations had only spurred Lucas on to redouble his efforts to consume even more. And, with the added income from Talon’s summer job, combined with his own, Lucas was soon enjoying quite the lavish lifestyle, consuming more calories in a day than a man four times his size. By the last week before college started up again, his nipples had indeed swollen and pointed with building blubber in his chest. The fat had even begun its journey, pushing its way under his arms and widening his chest, like a real fat boy’s. Talon also loved the look of Lucas’ arms as they too began to surrender to the invading softness; the contrast between Talon’s own bulked biceps and Lucas’dough never failing to turn them both on.
“Do you think people will be shocked?” Lucas asked, gazing at their reflections in the mirror as Talon cupped under his stomach fat and shook the blubber that had formed there. A naked Talon, so firm and athletic next to him, moaned with delight; his hardness bouncing and flexing at the ongoing differences between their bodies.
“Oh I hope so!” Talon nodded, feeling more of the lardy flesh that was now taking over Lucas’ once toned butt cheeks.
“So do I!” Lucas grinned, feeling proud after his morning weigh in. Having been a steady 130lbs since high school, Lucas was now having to get used to some very different numbers on the scale. Ever since the first ten pounds, he’d continued to see the figures steadily climbing higher and higher: 140lbs, 160… Now he stood beside Talon, pot bellied and doughy all over, with a weight that measured over 195lbs. The big two hundred was now tantilisingly close. But even after that, there would be more. Of course there would be more.
It had been a relatively recent revelation to Lucas just how much pleasure he got from others noticing his gains. Perhaps it was because Talon seemed to get such a buzz out of it as well. Everything was sexier when Talon took an interest. With the warmer weather, Lucas had become used to heading to the park with Talon and taking his shirt off for all to see as they walked or lounged around. The feeling of blubber rippling through his body as he trotted along was an insanely erotic experiece; amplified only by the fact that Talon’s extreme weight training regime and cardio work had helped him pack on a further twenty-five pounds of pure muscle since they had started dating. He looked so much in shape, so strong and capable, that Lucas often felt that he had drifted off into a dream.
It was easy to get Talon’s attention. Indeed, it was like switching off all other mental functions to the boy’s brain once Lucas chose to remove his shirt and let out his belly. He’d tease the sexy guy with little moans when his stomach started to stretch, or whisper into his ear that he wanted more food. Talon’s hardness would respond, morphing into pure, thick concrete that could be seen through everything he wore. It was also a joy to see just how horny the kinky boy was for him. He could spend the entire day, climaxing again and again with Lucas, and was only ever one belly rub away from wanting to lavish Lucas with all of his doting affection.
Once Lucas’ butt started getting particularly squishy, Talon could hardly keep his hands off it. He continued to worship it, lying Lucas on his front in bed so that he could play and jiggle all that softness to his heart’s content. He enjoyed how the fat was spreading into Lucas’ thighs and how remarkably different his shape looked with the added mass on his hips. He liked seeing Lucas in sweatshorts and dress pants; anything where the material stretched over the oversized glutes and showed off the doughiness within. During times when his ass crack popped into view in public, Talon could barely contain his extreme arousal.
It was an absolute pleasure to gain for Talon. The validation and admiration his body gave the sexy man was something Lucas never thought was possible. Every fleshy ounce was noted and appreciated, his clothes shrinking every day. But then the magic seemed to stop. Shortly after hitting 215lbs, an entire month went by without gaining a thing, followed by a further week. It wasn’t possible to eat as much as Lucas did without getting fatter. So how was his body doing it?
“Nothing again!” Lucas grumbled, stepping off the scales in frustration.
“Don’t panic,” Talon chuckled, sliding in to smooch Lucas from behind. “You don’t need to put yourself under pressure for me. I can see the changes, even if the scale can’t,” he whispered, rubbing his hand against Lucas’ bulging love handles. “Trust me, I’ve got plenty of blubber to play with. You just need to relax and let it happen!”
Already Talon was moving in for another round of sex, locked in the bathroom together as they were. But the light from the scales might as well have been shining into Lucas’ face, for the numbers they displayed still burned in his mind. How long was he going to be stuck at just over two hundred and fifteen pounds?
“No, wait a second,” Lucas cried out to his lustful boyfriend. He looked at the gorgeous hunk; the evidence of how hard Talon had been working in the gym standing right before him, yet he was feeling so pitifully behind where he wanted his own body to be. “I need to start taking this more seriously,” he grumbled, rubbing his small, but very soft belly. “I really liked it when I was seeing big changes. I just… I miss getting fatter.”
Talon kissed him sweetly. “It’s just a plateau,” he offered soothingly. “These things happen.” He kissed Lucas again. “But, if you really want to get fatter… and I mean, seriously fatten up, I guess I can think of a few changes we could make to kick start things again. Then again… how fat are we talking?”
Lucas’ arousal immediately spiked. Talon sounded so confident and self-assured. Suddenly, the idea of gaining weight seemed so easy if left in his very capable hands. “I want to be huge!” he moaned, kissing Talon with lust. “Fatter than we’ve ever spoken about before!”
Talon looked at him, with a smirk of pleasure spreading across his face. “Okay,” he nodded slowly. “I can definitely do that to you.”
The muscular man took a step back to look at Lucas’ body, as if to take a mental picture that he could keep forever, then he took Lucas’ hand and led him into the shower with him.
Lucas had been sound asleep when he first felt Talon touching him up. Shortly after, he was rolled onto his back, his legs spread, with Talon disappearing under the covers to blow him off at three in the morning. He moaned, reaching over his stomach to touch the back of Talon’s head, as the guy’s tongue worked with the utmost skill to make him hornier than ever. He knew Talon wouldn’t let him climax right away, but he still moaned with longing when Talon came back up.
“Are you ready to get fatter for me?” the hunk asked, knowing that Lucas was aroused enough to do absolutely anything for him. He reached over and Lucas could suddenly see that the table on the side had been filled with shakes and treats. How long had Talon been awake, preparing it all? This hadn’t been in any way spontaneous. Did that make it even sexier?
In the quiet silence, Lucas swallowed and chewed between lustful kisses and whispered praise. He was still feeling tight after eating so much before bed, yet he was so horny and relaxed, he felt that he could keep going for hours. Somehow, it seemed more erotic and naughty at night, with no other sounds in the house at that time; Lucas’ chewing and slurping sounding ten times louder than ever before.
After the third shake, Talon expertly brought them both to a climax. Then, without much tidying, the strapping, muscular boy slipped his big arm over Lucas’ chest, slowly rubbing his boyfriend’s belly until he fell fast asleep. When he awoke, the room was tidy once more, with everything cleared away by a perky Talon who had just returned from a morning jog.
“Morning, sleepy head!” the man teased, throwing off his sweaty t-shirt to launch himself down on the bed next to Lucas. “How’s your tummy this morning?” the kinky boy asked, pulling down the sheets a little so that he could kiss the softness of his chubby lover’s stomach.
Lucas raised his eyebrows in realisation. He’d felt so completely stuffed and bloated when he fell back asleep, yet, now he felt absolutely fine; hungry even, and he told a delighted Talon just that. “I do need to get up shortly though,” he sighed, enjoying the comfort of Talon’s bed. “I need to take a textbook back to the library.”
“Which library?” Talon asked, suddenly serious. Then, when told, he shook his head. “That’s like a half hour walk. No, I’ll take it back later,” he insisted, kissing the belly once more, breathing in the smell of it like a scented flower. “I’m not having you burning unnecessary calories at the moment”
“I can’t just stay in bed all day!” Lucas chuckled. But the grin on Talon’s face told him otherwise; letting him know that that was exactly what was going to be happening that day.
Lucas didn’t need the scales to tell him that he was gaining weight again over the next couple of weeks. He could feel himself softening all over, his blubbery glutes spreading wider across the bed as he sat up to eat whatever it was Talon had brought in for him. He didn’t dare ask what was in the recipes, knowing only that Talon was getting very hard as he ate it all up for him. How many sticks of butter? How many cartons of cream? All of those hidden calories that his boyfriend had been researching how to include in his food. Lucas found that there was a deep, erotic pleasure in the not knowing just what was being done to him.
The nightly feedings had become a regular fixture and Lucas hadn’t done anything more physical than was absolutely necessary. His underwear were pinching him badly in his hips, needing to be constantly tugged out of his crack. He explained his predicament to Talon, hoping he’d find it sexy, but as soon as the inevitable sex was over, Talon went straight out after the gym to buy him a whole load of larger sized ones.
“I can’t believe you’re in XXL underwear already,” Talon sighed with delight, unboxing them all and holding them out for him to admire the size.
“Well, you did always promise me a fat ass,” Lucas chuckled, having thought for some weeks that his rear was morphing into quite an unfamiliar shape. Pants did not sit at all the same now that his shape was beyond what the fashion industry chose to cater for. He looked at the way Talon’s clothes caressed his cute butt so well, then saw his own monstrous, wide rear that only seemed to be emphasised even more by the poor fashion available to him,
“A funny thing happened whilst I was training tonight,” Talon began explaining, simultaneously mixing up his most effective calorie shake to date. “This lady came up to me and said she works for a modelling agency. She said she wants me on her books. Said that I’ve got a look that a lot of advertisers are looking for these days,” he explained.
“That’s amazing!” Lucas gushed. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that he was dating the most handsome man in the world, but it was amazing validation for Talon, who’d trained so hard at the gym for so long.
“If she’s right, she said I could earn quite a bit of cash,” Talon smiled hopefully. “Enough to keep you overfed at least,” he added with a cheeky grin. “And it’s not just things like underwear you’re going to be needing. I know most of your pants are getting too tight and your belly sticks out of the bottom of your shirts quite often now. It’s sexy as hell, but probably not a look you want to show off in front of your parents and stuff,” he chuckled. “I’ll be able to take you out on more days out and spoil you.”
It was so typical of Talon to be blessed with good fortune and immediately begin to think about how he could use it to help Lucas. After only a week, Talon’s headshots were being dispersed around the industry and he was taking on bookings. Lucas half expected him to start going mad in the gym, training harder than ever, but Talon was as self confident as always. After the first few shoots, the amount of cash in his wallet had increased significantly and Lucas chuckled, imagining what people must be thinking, seeing such a sexy guy like Talon in the supermarket picking up such fattening treats every single night.
Talon had been modest by not telling anyone about his new sideline career. However, he had soon been tagged by his new friends on his socials; each of them amazed, delighted and in awe of how good his body was underneath his shirt. For Lucas, it was a feeling of pure pride as Talon earned enough cash to afford a car; dropping him off and picking him up from classes to save his fat legs from walking. Talon also never shied away from those public displsays of affection and Lucas became used to being pulled in for a kiss whenever they were out; a constant hand resting on his jiggling lovehandle or out of shape butt.
Lucas had no idea that Talon would be given so many free clothes in his line of work. The sexy guy was turning heads everywhere he went with the daring new styles and perfectly fitting items draped across his perfect body. He’d see the girls checking him out and always enjoyed the look on their faces whenever he went to hold Talon’s hand. It was hot, knowing that everyone was so attracted to Talon, yet Lucas was the only one who could have him. He knew that there would be girls, as well as guys, on these shoots making passes at him, yet none of them would have what it took to turn Talon’s head.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have our own place?” Talon asked longingly. “That way, I’d be able to pump you full of soda at 3am and not have to worry about your burps waking everyone up. You’d never have to wear a shirt inside again; just keep that fat belly out all the time,” he whispred, rubbing the mass of stomach fat on his lover.
“I’d love that,” Lucas nodded in agreement, having begun to wonder just what they should do once college ended in a few months. He already stayed each night in Talon’s bed, often not going upstairs to his own space for days at a time. Judging by their grades, he knew that they would both be finishing with good degrees. Lucas managed to squeeze in all his studies and work time within the day, or in the evenings when Talon was working out; whereas Talon was just naturally gifted when it came to acquiring high grades. He had smarts and a shrewdness than few people could lay claim to. Nothing got by him and he was rarely caught out by anything. Just like Lucas’ fattening, Talon seemed to understand all the factors and play and how to use them to get what he most wanted.
And at a now 290lbs of pure, blubbery goodness, Talon’s efforts were definitely getting him results.
It was two in the morning when Talon and Lucas rolled into the house. Talon hadn’t been able to keep his hands off his fat boyfriend the whole cab ride home and he now pushed Lucas into his bedroom without even heading to the kitchen for the usual calorie shake before bed. Talon, who was no stranger to lust, suddenly seemed more enraptured by his fat boy than ever before and Lucas wasn’t afraid to say so, laughing at how quickly he was being undressed by the furiously horny stud.
“You just… ate like such a fatty tonight,” the hunk explained between breathless kisses. “Seeing you around all the guys and girls in the model industry as well… it just reminds me how insanely soft and beautiful you are now. All our kinky little secrets and your enormous, greedy appetite written everywhere, across your whole body,” he exclaimed, running his hands all the way up and down Lucas’ giant belly. “I thought some of their eyes were going to pop out of their heads when you kept on going back for more and more food.”
“Did I really eat that much?” Lucas asked, feeling surprised to hear Talon bringing it up as if he had just completed the most momentous stuffing of his entire life.
“About four thousand calories, I counted,” Talon explained, “Everyone was watching. Everyone was thinking exactly the same thing...”
“What a pig?” Lucas guessed.
“What a greedy, fat piggy!” Talon nodded in complete agreement. He spoke with such glee and satisfaction. He was all wound up and excitable, now taking Lucas’ hardness into his hand and stroking it in just the way that he the obese boy liked.
“I had no idea,” Lucas gasped, caught by the sudden pleasure of embarrassment and excitement. They’d eaten before they even arrived at the party that night and, if he was really honest, he still felt rather hungry now. There was only one possible conclusion from what he had just learned in that moment, and he knew that it was the thought that was going to make him climax very shortly: he’d crossed some invisible threshold, he no longer understood how extreme his behaviour and appetite had become. Lucas was actually losing control.
In the coming weeks, after the toil of the final exams was over, with the graduation ceremony only weeks away, Lucas and Talon waved a fond farewell to the housemates they had grown so fond of. Some had lived with them for the full three years, whilst others had come later, only ever knowing Lucas as the fat man he now was. In all regards, the time at college had been lifechanging, with new friends and relationships that would last a lifetime. Jay and Sarah were still going strong, with plans of moving down to be near her family in Florida, where Sarah planned to open a bakery business that would no doubt increase the tremendous size of Jay’s already wide, fattened rear. Lucas watched that tubby butt walking away for the final time; Jay’s hand firmly grasping his secret feeder’s. It had been some time since Lucas’ own ass had been smaller than Jay’s and, rather than the jealousy he once felt when seeing the rear on the quietly fattened boy, now he only felt a smug sense of superiority, reinforced by the proud rubbing and patting that Talon was giving it right at that very moment, obviously thinking exactly the same thing.
It was infectious, the buzz that Talong got, holding up Lucas’ pants and underwear in awe; his joy clearly displayed across his beautiful face. He swooned over the massive sizes that Lucas now needed just to cover up his fat. Every item was ridiculously oversized, the width of the pants when empty and draped over a chair causing Talon to lose his mind to lust every time he saw them. Lucas had also been experimenting with facial hair for a few months, so when he shaved it all off, ready for his graduation ceremony, the spectacle of his fatter chins had meant that Talon hadn’t been able to get his dick down in days.
The joy of having their own place after living in the house share for three years was a revelation. The new apartment was nice; very nice. Finally, Lucas had the space to slob out and relax without a shirt on once the summer heat was really biting hard. No longer needing to think of others, he had an entire kitchen filled with snacks and a freezer bursting with ice cream. Talon was earning enough to easily cover their bills, so Lucas didn’t feel the pressure that some of his peers did to rush out and get a job. For a few months at least, he was simply going to enjoy the lazy, obese lifestyle that he and Talon had fantisised about for years; his weight climbing higher and higher; faster than ever before. It had all been the perfect catalyst for a shockingly rapid fifty pound weight gain in just over three months.
As for Talon, despite his outstanding grades, he also wasn’t in any hurry to use his new degree either. The modelling work was taking him further than either of them ever imagined. The amount of money he could make in a day was overwhelming,and he’d started stashing it away into multiple savings accounts to set the pair of them up for life. The only downside being that Talon was often away for days at a time. Thenm upon the advice of his agent, Talon had started acting classes as well, and was even being pitched for a few reality TV projects.
“I don’t care if they’re desperate for me to sign on, I’m not doing a dating show!” Talon laughed down the phone to his agent, Gail. Ever since his career had started taking off, she had barely left him alone, wanting to squeeze him for every cent she could make. “Because, as you well know, I’m in a relationship!” he sighed, feeling exasperated as he tried to feed Lucas at the same time as taking the call.
“She’s got a nerve calling you so much after you’ve just got home,” Lucas grumbled as Talon wiped around his mouth with a napkin. It was the first calm time they’d had together, given that Talon had immediately whisked him into the bedroom upon getting home. Lucas had meant to try and slow the gains down during Talon’s absence, but his completely defenceless metabolism had seemed to think otherwise. He’d grown lazy; very lazy indeed. Some days, he didn’t even leave the apartment, getting a confusingly erotic pleasure out of doing very little at all. Talon had spotted the added thickness around his neck and into his chubby face in an instant.
“Well, I’m putting my phone on silent now,” Talon promised, soon throwing it over to the couch on the other side of the room so as not to be within his reach. “Listen, I’ve been in touch with someone about coming over to do some personal training.”
“You don’t need a personal trainer,” Lucas scoffed. “You’ve got one of the hottest bodies in the world right now.”
“It’s not for me,” Talon mumbled, sounding slightly embarrassed. “It’s someone to come and work out with you.”
Lucas’s face was one of pure horror. “For me?” he gasped. “Why the hell would I need someone to work out with me?”
“Just some stretches and light cardio work to keep you moving,” Talon smiled, seeing how shocked and disappointed his lover was. “It’s pretty obvious that you’ve hardly left the apartment since I went away.”
“But… I thought you were happy for me to just sit around all day?” Lucas mumbled, feeling like the rug had just been pulled from under him; as if the good times had suddenly come to an abrupt end. “How am I supposed to keep growing if you make me exercise?”
“It’s not necessarily about stopping you getting fatter,” Talon laughed, seeing the sulk Lucas had suddenly slipped into. “Sometimes I think you don’t realise how fat and lazy you actually are now,” he stated, sitting back slightly just to appreciate the enormity of his lover.
Lucas continued grumbling. He couldn’t say that he fully understood or agreed with Talon’s reasoning. In his mind, he still had much further that he wanted to go with his gains. However, it suddenly felt like Talon had reached a level that he was content with. Lucas was, at long last, fat enough.
He decided not to dwell on it, knowing that he only had Talon for one night, before work would drag him away again. There would be no point in spoiling the entire evening with an argument about taking a small amount of exercise. But the meaning behind it? Well, that hurt a little more.
Her timing couldn’t have been worse, Lucas thought, grumbling at seeing Talon’s agent on the intercom screen a couple of weeks later. Sweaty and aching from his first personal training session, Gail was the last person he wanted to see at that moment. The last hour had been pure torture. Lucas had been able to tell from the second that Talon’s trainer had arrived that he’d had absolutely no comprehension of how fat his client was actually going to be that day. Knowing Talon through a modelling shoot, he’d questioned Lucas again and again to check that he was at the right address, not believing for some time that he was in the presence of Talon’s real boyfriend. For the first ten minutes, he’d talked about nothing but weight loss and goals, even despite Lucas’ assurances that he wasn’t doing this to lose weight. One of the things Lucas had most enjoyed about getting larger was the fact that it gave him a licence to be as lazy as he liked. Talon’s whole reason for buying a car had been to save his fat boy from burning too many calories. As such, it made things sexy and erotic when Lucas had been a little slower doing things, or when he needed to take a moment to catch his breath. The exercise that afternoon however, had been anything but an erotic experience. Once they’d got going, the routine had been clunky and overly challenging, with the guy openly admitting that he had never tried to work with someone as large as Lucas before.
“He’s not in!” Lucas shouted down the intercom at Talon’s agent. He felt in no mood to deal with her bullshit and, in that moment, he felt fairly cross with Talon too, for making him get so hot and sweaty.
“I just need to drop off some contracts,” Gail shouted back into the intercom. “I won’t be long!”
Sighing, Lucas reluctantly buzzed the woman in and stood outside the apartment door waiting for the elevator to arrive. Just as normal, Gail breezed on by with her own agenda, flowing by Lucas and inviting herself straight into the apartment.
Flushed and sweaty, Lucas wasn’t looking, or even smelling, his best. However, Gail’s disapporoving look would have been the same, no matter what he looked like at that moment. “These contracts need signing and returning to me as soon as Talon gets home tomorrow,” Gail stated, as if explaining it to a child. “It needs to be the first thing he does when he gets home.”
Lucas took the envelope and opened it up, despite the little gasp of surprise from Gail as he did so. “This is for the reality dating show,” Lucas mumbled. “Talon told you he didn’t want to do that.”
Gail’s teeth clenched with impatience. “Well, what Talon says, and what he needs, are two very different things,” she preached. “I know what’s best for him. A career in this industry is like a well played game of chess: make the right moves at the right time and there is no end to what you can achieve.”
“Well,” Lucas sighed, handing her back the envelope, “Talon’s told you his decision. It’s a no.”
Gail was clearly used to getting her own way. She stood there, glaring at Lucas like he was a disgusting piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. “What are you even doing?” she complained, refusing to move her arms and take the envelope from him. “You really think you can keep hold of a guy like Talon?”
Lucas was slightly taken aback. Then, with that, Gail laughed; a spiteful, menacing look in her eyes. Instantly, Lucas was transported back to high school, imagining girls just like Gail conducting their exhausting mind games and less than subtle manipulations. “What’s so funny?” he huffed, realising that he no longer needed to pretend to like Gail.
“You are!” Gail smirked. “I mean, look at you! Every time I see you, you look like you’ve gained thirty pounds. And yet, you seem to think that a man like Talon is going to stand by you no matter how much you let yourself go!”
“You have no idea about our relationship!” Lucas shouted back.
“Oh, I think I do, honey!” Gail laughed again. “I’ve seen it hundreds of times before. There are millions of guys out there, just like Talon; with their cheeky preference for people who are on the larger side. And I don’t doubt that you two might have had something special once. But, sweetheart, you need to get a grip. You’ve turned into a whale! You can’t even begin to comprehend the world that Talon is living in now: surrounded by beautiful men and women every day; people who understand this life better than you ever could.” She paused only briefly, as if her spiteful words rose with such ease to her sharp tongue. “If he’s out there, travelling the world, he’s not going to want to come home to someone who hasn’t even got their enormous, lardy butt off the couch all day. Talon’s profile is getting bigger and bigger every single week. How long until people want to learn more about his personal life? His home town? Whether he’s single or not? You really think he’s going to take YOU with him to some movie premiere?” she laughed, as if the absurdity of the idea was all too much for her. “You’d turn him into some sort of freak show! A laughing stock! And that,” she threatened menacingly, “is something I cannot have.”
Lucas had never been the type to be easily rattled, yet Gail had done just that. As soon as he’d kicked her out, he’d tried to contact Talon to tell him what had happened. However, just like earlier that morning, there had been no answer. The waiting was torture, with Lucas suddenly finding himself questioning everything. Why did Gail still think she could get Talon to sign up for a reality dating show? Why hadn’t the personal trainer been told by Talon how big he was? Didn’t he share pictures of the two of them together? Did some people he worked with even know he was in a relationship? Was his whale-like appearance now becoming an embarrassment for Talon? Was that why he’d hired a personal trainer?
That evening, Lucas lay there on the giant couch like a beached whale. His enormous, fleshy belly had long since slipped out of his shapeless t-shirt and was draped across the cushions; with sweat leaching from the bare skin due to the summer heat. He’d never been particularly tall, and so the prospect of being over four hundred and thirty pounds had felt like a fantasy in those early days. He’d had to learn to consume so many calories, to step back from overdoing it with the exercise. Now it was all second nature.
Getting up off the couch was an unpleasant thought. There would have to be stages to it. He’d have to use his arms to support himself and try to swing his body in the right way to keep the momentum so that it wouldn’t be too exhausting after all that exercise. He knew what people thought of him: that he was gross and disgusting. But he had never imagined that Talon would feel those things too: that he could ever get too fat, too greedy and lazy. Yet, he hadn’t seen Talon in days. In fact, the handsome man who had started all this wasn’t even returning his calls.
Lucas felt so alone, and yet, so desperately hungry: for food, as well as the fat that was slowly taking over his entire existence.
“Oh, my goodness! What a day!” Talon cried out a couple of hours later, catching Lucas by complete surprise as he ate his feelings with a massive tub of ice cream. “I haven’t stopped since half four this morning!” he chuckled, turning the corner and seeing his boyfriend at last. “Looks like the party has started without me!” he sighed, seeing his lazy, oversized boy with a smear of chocolate ice cream around his face. “They had to cancel the shoot because of the weather, so I got an early flight home.”
“Didn’t you see my messages?” Lucas asked, now far too sore from the workout that afternoon to get up and greet him..
Explaining that his cell phone had died that morning, Talon was soon brought up to speed on everything that had happened. He stayed silent, allowing Lucas to get it all off his chest, only preparing to speak once the fat man had stopped.
“Okay… first of all,” Talon began, as if about to start wading through hot treacle, “perhaps the personal trainer wasn’t my best idea,” he agreed, sitting a little closer to rub his obese boyfriend’s aching thigh. “And I’m definitely not wanting you to lose weight. It’s just… like I said last time… your body is gaining a lot of weight quite quickly. There’s nothing wrong with a fat guy improving his flexibility and stamina. I actually read that it helps to increase your appetite. Which, if I’m really honest, was my main reason for wanting to try it.”
Lucas felt a pinch of optimism as Talon’s hand reached out and grabbed the lardy flesh that had slid from under his t-shirt; his ever gentle fingers caressing it with as much affection as they always had.
“Plus, with the way that ass of yours is growing, I’m going to need you to have that flexibility to bend over quite a lot for me!” he teased, sensing that Lucas would be okay with him lightening the mood now that he had shared all of his concerns.
“I know you sometimes feel guilty,” Lucas nodded, trying to understand Talon’s reasoning. “When we first got together, we never talked about me getting as big as I am now.”
“No, that’s true,” Talon agreed, suddenly looking a little sheepish.
“And I know you sometimes feel bad for getting hard, hearing me huff and puff and get out of breath,” Lucas ploughed on; determined to get everything out in the open.
Talon nodded. “Yeah, that’s definitely something that plays on my mind sometimes,” he agreed, wriggling to disguise the boner he was getting just by talking about it.
Lucas chuckled, always enjoying seeing Talon squirm with these types of inappropriate erections.Then, recognising that they both knew that Talon was getting aroused, they laughed, lightening the mood even more.
“Remember though, I fell in love with a guy who was getting off to secretly fattening up his best friend without a second thought,” Lucas teased.
Talon smirked and wriggled a little closer to Lucas on the couch so that he could reach his hand over the full extent of Lucas’ belly to grab the remote and turn off the TV in the backround. “Oh, yeah,” he chuckled. “That certainly was a very strange thing to do…” he smiled playfully, grabbing the skin of Lucas’ belly fat once more and starting to rock the blubber so that it rippled through his entire body.
Now it was Lucas’ turn to be provoked into a more aroused state. He closed his eyes for a moment, simply to enjoy the pleasure of feeling all that fat moving across his monstrous body. “I love this,” he moaned.
“I know you do,” Talon whispered back.
“I’m getting so fat; so lazy and out of shape…”
Talon moaned as well; the words arousing him just as much. The pair of them looked at each other, both seeming to understand that the lust they felt for Lucas’ ever intensifying obesity was something that neither of them could ever control.
Talon inhaled deeply, trying to reset and focus once more. “As for Gail…” he began. “I’m sorry you had to put up with that. She must have gotten wind that another agent has been trying to get me to sign with him instead.”
“Another agent?” Lucas asked, unsure whether to feel pleased or frustrated about Talon taking on even more work. Not when he still had so much fat that he wanted to gain.
“Well, I don’t want to be working all over the place like I am at the moment,” Talon reasoned. “I explained our situation to him; how I want to be here, with you. This guy has much better connections, right here in New York: more money, more opportunities… more time with you!” he offered sweetly.
“Good,” Lucas nodded in approval. “Because, I’m telling you… simply taking a shower these days is getting to be so…”
“I know!” Talon jumped in excitedly, no longer ashamed to show that he enjoyed Lucas’ struggles. “And if you’re worried about me being somehow embarrassed about you,” he sighed, clearly showing a fair amount of guilt that Lucas had ever been made to feel that way, “this is exactly why you should use social media more.” He pulled out his cell phone, scrolling through app after app to show just how many pictures he had of the two of them together on both his personal and professional accounts. “You’re the person I’m most proud of in the entire world!” he exclaimed. He looked around, as if deciding whether to do something or not. “In fact…” he hinted, heading over to a drawer in the kitchen and rummaging around, right at the back. “I bought this a couple of weeks ago and was waiting for just the right time…”
Lucas gasped, spotting the box straight away. Then he held his pudgy hands over his large face, peeking as he saw the most handsome man in the world drop to his knees and propose to him. He had no idea that Talon had even been thinking about marriage; nodding his head without a second thought, before being swept up in an immediate, bold and romantic kiss.
“Now I have something to really fatten up for!” Lucas grinned excitedly, pulling off his t-shirt to unleash every last one of his blubbery belly rolls for the man he loved so much.
“I guess so,” Talon smirked, overwhelmed by the sight of Lucas. He lifted up the half eaten tub of ice cream from the coffee table along with the sticky spoon, clamped his hand onto Lucas’ belly fat and rocked it with nothing but love and lust in his eyes. “Come on then,” he whispered seductively; ready to feed. “Let’s get a jump start on some wedding preparations…”
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Hey! Could you do chris sturniolo meeting your family??
I love this, of course!!
Chris Sturniolo x Reader
Summary: In which the reader brings Chris to her hometown for Christmas
Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns
Requested? Yes!
𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬
Chris fiddled with my fingers as I drove, the busy interstate stealing my attention away from him. He softly hummed along to some Dominic Fike song playing on my phone, twisting the rings on my fingers. I had turned off my GPS awhile back, knowing I wasn’t far from home.
We had decided last Summer to meet each others families over the holidays. It wasn’t that hard for me, seeing as I already knew Matt and Nick, but Chris, on the other hand, had not met a single member of my family. So I went with him to Boston back in November for Thanksgiving, and now here we were, going back to my hometown for Christmas.
“What if they don’t like me?” Chris asks, still twisting my rings.
I laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, they’ll love you.”
“But what if they don’t?” He asks, turning to look at me.
“Stop stressing, they’ve been begging to meet you for forever.” I say. “Plus, you forget my sister is like, your number one fangirl.”
My little sister has been watching Chris, Nick, and Matt for awhile before I had met Chris. You can imagine her surprise when I left home for UCLA and returned home dating one of her favorite YouTubers.
“Yeah, but-” Chris starts before I cut him off.
“No more buts,” I say. “They’ll love you, end of discussion.”
Chris sighs, slumping down in his seat. I’ve never seen him so stressed before. It warmed my heart knowing he wanted to make a good first impression on my family.
After another half hour of driving, we finally pulled into my drive way. I grabbed Chris’ hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.
“Don’t be afraid,” I say. “My dad can smell fear.”
Chris shakes his head in disbelief. “What, what?”
“Just kidding.” I laugh, stepping out of the car. I open the trunk to grab my bags and Christmas presents.
Chris joins me, grabbing his own bags. I place my hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Seriously, though, don’t worry.” I say. “Just be yourself. They see how happy you make me, and I can promise they already love you for that.” I step up on my tip toes and place a small kiss to his cheek.
I slam the trunk down. “Alright, let’s hurry up.” I say. “Moms probably already done with dinner and I want first dibs on the stuffing!”
Chris and I walk up my concrete walkway and up my porch. The bright handmade wreath on the door jingled slightly as the door flew open, revealing my parents.
“Y/n!” My mom said, enveloping me into a warm hug. “Oh honey, we’ve missed you so much!”
My dad stands in the doorway, watching the joyful reunion. “Welcome home, kid.” He says, hugging me once my mom released me.
I stepped back, grabbing Chris’ hand. “Mom, dad, this is Chris.” I say, looking towards him.
“Sir, ma’am, nice to meet you.” Chris says, extending a hand out to them.
“Please, call us Y/m/n and Y/d/n.” My mom says, taking his hand. “We’ve heard so much about you.”
“Nice to meet you, son.” My dad says, shaking his hand.
“Well come on in, you two! It’s freezing out here!” My mom says, ushering is inside.
Chris and I step inside, hand-in-hand, as we’re wrapped in the warmth of the fireplace burning by our Christmas tree.
“Dinner is almost ready,” My mom announces. “Chris, honey, make yourself at home.”
Chris smiles in return and looks back to me. “So far, so good…I think.” He says.
“Told you, nothing to worry about.” I respond.
Chris looks behind me, looking at a table in our living room littered with old pictures.
“Oh my God!” He exclaims, picking up a photo from my first day of 6th grade.
I remember that day. My frizzy y/h/c hair was a bit wild, the baby fat still evident on my face, paired with my neon green braces, it didn’t make for a very flattering photo.
“Ew, put that down!” I say.
Chris laughs. “Why? You looked cute!”
“Gross, please stop.” I groan as Chris continues to laugh.
I roll my eyes slightly, in doing so, I see another pair of eyes staring at us from the top of the stairs; my little sister.
“Hi, sissy.” I say, walking over to the bottom of the stairs. Chris turns around hearing my voice, spitting my sister as well. “You wanna come down?”
She nods slowly, before making her way downstairs. She hugs my waist tightly.
“I missed you.” She says.
“I missed you more, kid.” I say, stroking her hair. “Hey, I have someone I want you to meet.” I walk her over to Chris and he bends down to get on her eye level.
“Hi, I’m Chris.” He says, offering her his hand.
She takes it, her hand looking tiny in his. “I know. I watch all your videos.” She responds.
“Oh really?” Chris asks.
“Yep!” She says, popping the ‘p’.
“Well who’s your favorite?” Chris asks her, brow raised slightly.
“Nick.” She responds. “He’s really funny. You are too, though. So is Matt.”
Chris laughs. “Yeah, he is…maybe one day I can introduce you two?”
My sisters eyes light up. “Really?!” She asks in disbelief.
“For sure.” Chris responds.
My sister turns to me. “He’s my favorite boyfriend you’ve ever had!” She exclaims.
I laugh. “Yeah, mine too.”
“Better be.” Chris laughs, sliding an arm around my waist.
“Hey guys, dinner is ready. But I wanted to do something first.” My mom says, walking into the living room with my father, who’s carrying a small wrapped box.
“We know Christmas is tomorrow, but we wanted to give you this now.” My dad says, extending the box to Chris.
Chris looks at it confusedly. “For me?” He asks. My parents nod.
“Well go on, open it.” I urge.
Chris peels back the wrapping paper carefully, revealing a white box. He opens it, and inside is a read stocking with the letter ‘C’ embroidered on it.
I nudged him to show him my families stockings hanging above the fireplace, each with our initials on it.
“We’ve seen how happy you make our daughter, so we wanted to properly welcome you into the family.” My dad says.
“Oh…” Chris says, clearly taken aback by the gesture. “Thank you guys, this means a lot to me.”
“Of course, honey.” My mom says. “We’re glad you could be here.”
I help Chris hang his stocking next to mine above the fireplace.
“That looks nice.” I say.
“It does.” Chris hums in response.
“Alright kids, let’s dig in while the foods still hot!” My mom says, directing everyone to the kitchen.
“Hey,” Chris says to me, grabbing my waist as my family exits the room. “look up.”
I look up to see him holding a fake mistletoe above my head.
“Where’d you get that?” I ask.
“Doesn’t matter, but you know the rules.” He says, looking down at me.
I step up on my tip toes, giving him a small peck. “Happy?” I ask.
“Very happy.” He says with an adorable grin as we head into the kitchen to eat.
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Lilia 7
Summary: You have finished taking Lilia a bath. The little bat greatly enjoys you toweling him off.
(Ah yes, here I go again, saying I will write a request or work on my novelette for the Ko-Fi shop but instead I write about Lilia. I hate my brain. Wish it would work with me.)
“Seriously, why do you always come to me to get you clean?” you murmured, annoyed as you carefully dabbed at his leathery wings fully outstretched towards the sky. “How did you even manage to fly here when you were covered in all that pond scum?”
You’re not kidding when you say that bat was covered. You don’t know of any bogs around your area but Lilia looked like he crawled right out of one, with links of rather nasty algae hanging off his head and wings. Not to mention the foggy green slime that was soaked into his usually delicate fur. It was gross to hold him but you’d rather he not track whatever he had on him one you floor.
Little bat was dirty. You had no choice but to give him a bath. Well, at least he’s a very calm pet that takes baths pretty well. Though he does like to go wild with the bubbles, but who are you to stop him when he’s having fun?
So, here you are, drying Lilia off as he nibbled on your fingers when he can. Little clicks sounded in his throat as his wings shook the slightest bit.
“Almost done,” you gathered him up in your hands, snorted as Lilia melted further into the towel, reminding you of Silver’s first attempt at a steamed bun. A little too fat, little too moist, but comforting nonetheless.
You opened your closet. Placing the sleepy Lilia on the upper shelf, you flicked on the heating lamp, as it’s second nature by this point. Moving the coat hangers out of the way, you grabbed a wooden one that you’re pretty sure belong to Crowley at some point. You grabbed the old bat from his towel, shushed him when he made a deflating, protesting squeak, and nudged his feet onto the hanger.
He grabbed and hung upside down, letting his wings flop down to catch as much of the lamp’s light as he could. He wasn’t dripping but you placed the towel under him just in case. Lilia has not once opened his eyes.
“Alright, just stay here for a bit. I need to call Silver.” Lilia twitched at his owner’s name but you pushed the hanger, making him gently rock in the way he likes it. “Just nap.”
Now where did you leave your phone? Oh right, the bathroom. Maybe you should take a picture of Lilia? Yeah you should. It’s fun, having a collection of these pets while they’re drying off.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst-drabbles#twst-drabbles exclusive#drabble#diasomnia#lilia#lilia vanrouge#house pet au#reader insert
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Otis B Driftwood x Reader || Excerpt
Plot:
Nasty Pimp: *Tries to put hands on you*
Otis (Who is nastier): 💥!🖕🖕🏒!🔨!🔨!... 🩸.. 🩸.. 🩸...
Warnings!!!!: The setting is a nasty home-brothel, the main characters are you, Otis and a gross pimp called Ritchie Fat-Tits McCoy, and uh- oh yeah, genitalia mutilation. I think that covers it.
"Hey- what do you we have, here?"
"Otis!" You cry, relief flooding through you as you slip away from the guy (Ritchie 'Fat-Tits' McCoy, brothel owner and yours and Otis' and the others' host for tonight's night of depravity) and jumping up from the couch which you're pretty sure is the home to some feral mammal by the smell and the... movement. Otis' dark, heavy-set eyes follow you carefully and non-too-happily as you get behind him, where you feel safe, before roaming down to Ritchie again.
"... So? Y'gonna answer me?"
Ritchie does not understand the peril he is in right now, grinning lazily back at Otis. "Aw, mate don't be like that. The bitch and I were just talkin'- You cant blame me for gettin' a few feels in too; What can I say?" His eyes float over to your thighs shifting in his mammalian infested couch to make his bulge more comfortable. "I'm an animal."
Your lips form a firm line, your eyes hardening as you look away; Feeling sick.
... Otis gives a huff, almost a chuckle, a sound that could almost denote pleasantness if you didn't know him well- or even not so well- or you didn't just look at his face. You don't need to look at his face, because you do know the bastard well, but you can picture it; An evil sneer dragging his face apart and a murderous sparkle in his dead-eyes as he glances around the room . "... cant blame you, huh?? Ehh, well... "
"No harm no foul- Didnt even get my fingers wet." Ritchie shrugs, still not getting it. He is two seconds from irreparable brain damage, or losing his nut sack- if he's lucky. "Just c'mon, siddown with me and- hey, Cass! Grab us 2 warm beers, and don't you fucken spit in them again yeah? Not into that, no- I'm not into that fucken shit!"
You watch as Otis' eyes flicker to a broken hockey stick, just one of the useless, dank trash-things thrown around in this shit-hole; The edge sharp, jagged and dipped in some dark mystery liquid. Casually, he picks it up and you peer around him to catch a smirk on his scary face. Oh, no.
"Ritch, you have got some balls on you." Otis comments, hitting one palm with the end of the hockey gently; Testing its durability.
"... huh?"
Then there was screaming. Blood curdling, all-consuming man-screaming. With one calculated and yet savage thrust, Otis has forced the infected, jagged end of that old broken hocket stick directly into Ritchie's bulge. And its like something popped, because with a crack and a squish, there's suddenly blood, everywhere.
You just stand there, eyes wide and frozen. You were expecting it, but its still horrible.
After twisting the jagged wood in his groin, Otis yanks it out and drops the weapon off to the side; Every movement methodical, and tired. Almost like he didn't even take joy in what he's just done, he just felt like it needed to be done. Eyes flickering over to him, you reach for his arm and wrap you arms around it, almost in a traumatised trance.
He allows you to curl around his arm, but his attention is still on Ritch- writhing and hands twitching towards the bloody, meaty mess. Still screaming and yelling.
"What can I say? Heheh." Finally, a genuine grin slips across Otis' mouth. "I'm an animal, Ritch! We're all just animals, right?" Suddenly the smile's wiped off his face again, as you watch; Your fingers tighten on him simultaneously. He truly is, completely insane. "Cant fucken blame me."
Ritchie doesn't say a damn thing, though you aren't sure he could if he wanted to. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of both Spaulding and Baby sighing and dropping whatever they were doing; Ready to go now since Otis ruined the fun. While all the blood in his body seems to gush out of the filthy bastards privates and he grows sickly pale, Otis shakes you off his arm abruptly, just to throw it over your shoulders, instead, pulling you warm into his body. He smells and theirs old and fresh blood alike soaking his shirt, but you're used to it. And you're happy to have your freak wrapped around you, protecting you, making you warm.
"C'mon now, sweethart- I'm sure we can find somethin better to do tonight." Turning you both, Otis starts towing you out of the gross little home brothel. "See ya, Ritch. Have a fucken night."
#Otis B Driftwood x Reader Excerpt#Otis B Driftwood x Reader#Otis B Driftwood#Excerpt#Horror Villains#Horror Villains x Reader
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I've been getting a lot of negative hate about my body size.
Firstly with my family:
My brother constantly reminds me of how if I want a boy to like me I should get off my "lazy" butt and work out or I will always be single. I've called him out and told him how this severely damages my self-esteem, but he just says "Don't take it to heart, I'm only trying to help you." I would understand this if I were unhealthy, but I am not- I am healthy, but now he just won't listen to me and still continues to call me out on my weight!
My father once took me out shopping to Forever 21' and even though they had my size in everything, he loudly in front of a large group of people said "Maybe we should go to a store that actually has clothes for fat people." I was so embarrassed and I still am even though it happened June 2013.
My mother is very loving and is always calling me beautiful. She recently told me that I could be a super model IF I weren't so fat and I told my friends how this hurts my feelings, but they simply said I'm just trying to find reasons to feel more self-conscious and if I were actually hurt with what people told me I would have lost weight ages ago.
Secondly with my friends:
I have three really close friends which all of them are very thin or average and I've heard them repeatedly say "I feel fat!" Or "I am so fat, I look so gross." I don't know if they realized they say this around me a lot because they always seems to ask for my opinion on if they look fat or not and it just makes me feel so bad because they obviously think being fat is bad so do they think I look gross?
My brother's best friend recently told me that the only option I have is to be a stay at home mom because I'm too fat to do anything else except for that option and I asked him why he thinks this and he sayed "because only skinny girls are successful unless they are funny but you aren't!"
Thirdly: I recently got a lot of self-confidence and decided to go shopping for clothing, I picked out a bikini for fun since they were some out already and tried it on, showing my sister what it looks like. Anyways an old lady was in there and she was giving me disgusting looks and even told me "Young lady you should be ashamed of yourself, walking around in a bikini meant for skinny people with your stretch marks showing. You disgust me." (Some thing along the line of that, maybe even a bit more harsh.) And it left me so low in self esteem that I didn't even buy it.
Lastly: I went to dinner and the waitor kept asking me if I'm sure I want to eat this since its high in calories, I said "of course" especially since I hadn't eaten all day, but he didn't know this and even if I hadn't eaten all day I don't think he should have pestered me and he continued after I said this even going through the menu and pointing out healthier plates. I felt so disgraced, I couldn't eat my food and left immediately.
I'm sorry for writing so much, but all of this has been making me so sad lately that everything I've worked at to make me feel beautiful has been thrown away. I know not to let what people do and say get to me, but it has effected me deeply. Thank you for letting me vent.
#health#fat discrimination#dating#clothes#shopping#parents#family#eating while fat#food#weight loss#school#submission
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Promise to never leave me
Taiga kagami x Chubby Fem!Reader
Its fluff but he call you "fat ass" but read it to get it ig. Im a lazy writer I write for my own enjoyment.
"Lets get out of here, Im so hungry" Taiga groans about how hard training was and how hard his coach was on all of them but especially on him. "Well...Wanna go to a sushi restraunt? Its my shout for you hard work!" He sees a small convinence store and points to it "Lets go there instead so we can sit at a park and feel the cool breeze. Im too hot to be sitting inside a restraunt."
"Hmmm...Okay" You grab his hand and walks towards the convinence store and he dosen't move at all. "Coach said...I should be carrying around weight to strengthen myself...So.." "Well what are you trying to say?" "Can I carry you on my back?" You tilt your head a little to the right "But you said you wanted to rest?" "Yeah well now I want to carry you now. Is that a problem?" You shake your head. "Well I'd rather not be on your back. I think when your coach said 'carry some weights around' I don't she meant something as heavy as me" "What?" You can hear the bit of annoyance in his voice and a sprinkle of anger. You laugh a bit "Whats the matter?" "You think Im too weak to carry you?" He walks near a table and stands close to it. "Well...Get on, hurry up!" You step on the table and hesitantly wrap your arms around his shoulders. "I...don't think this is safe Taiga." He grabs your hamstrings gently pulling you off the table.
"Taiga! You'll drop me!" He laughs and jogs around while gently holding you. "Come on. Lets get a snack" He walks into the store as you hide your face in his shoulder feeling embarrassed being on his back. When you feel the cool breeze on your back again, you sigh in relief. He walk to a small playground with a basketball court next to it. He lets you back down. I got some candy and several rolls of sushi. He hands you the bag of candy. "Here you open that, while I open this okay?" You open that package very easily and you start eating the sweets while you watch your boyfriend struggle opening the sushi roll. "Well...you're struggling with that sushi roll. I'll open up this one." You grab the other one in the bag and open it with ease. Tiaga looks at you with awe at how you made it look so easy. "How did you do that!?" You laugh at his reaction "Maybe its just your humongous hands with the tiny packaging."
After around an hour you two finish with the food you guys brought (It wasn't just candy and sushi, theres more food. Not a lot of food, you're just a really slow eater) "Lets play a game of basketball." He jogs to the court and dribbles the ball and throws the ball at you as you catch it. "Go easy on me. You might just wreck me, my love" You laugh at the small nickname he gave you "Says the one who won at the final" He smirks at your praise "Yeah but your amazing and your teams freaking sucks" You laugh loudly and throw the ball at him "You talk bad about my girls and I will try my best to crush you"
You two play a game and unsurprisingly you won. You have to admit though, you are a sore-loser. "When I say go easy on me, I didn't mean treat me like a freaking baby." He laughs "Yeah but if I treat you any older, I'll freaking destroy your fat ass" You laugh "Says you, you freaking muscle head" He picks you up and makes your legs wrap around his waist "God...Never leave me" He puts his head between your tits waiting for your response "Never, wither we're old or young. poor or rich. I'll never ever leave you." You run your hands through his hair and wipe his forehead then kiss him. "I didn't want to kiss your sweaty forehead." He smiles "I thought you love every part of me?" He whines sarcastically. "I do...but put a ring on my finger and then I'll show you I love every part of you...even your gross sweat" You gag dramatically. He then grabs your ass and smacks it. "You're just so freaking cheeky, aren't you baby?"
#kagami taiga#basketball#kuroko no basket#snacks#x reader#kagami x reader#taiga kagami x reader'#chubby reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#x female y/n
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Miles dressing as dark Miles, katana in tow, Britta going prim and proper, and then Neil just doing nothing. This is gonna go well...
Any form of bedside manner has left Miles, he's too frayed around the edges.
Elsa, girl, sweetheart, you really don't want to start accusing Miles of squeezing you for a life boon right now.
Miles resurfacing just enough to make Britta feel bad while she is trying to take charge and hold everything together.
You gotta love Neil's amin focus in all of this is till by his stuff. Those guitars don't order themselves, people!
She isn't crazy, Johnny, if you know Wynn at all you knew she was going to this. It tickles all her little caring, motherficure, selfsacrifice strings that she has.
"Both of you shut up." "you're not my dad!" yes!!!
Wynn!!. Damn that's mean! Though you might be right. Though I don't think Miles would just let Neil die. Also have we forgotten that Miles is still on the verge of frenzy??
Johnny and Miles are in agreement, it's rare but it happens.
Shut up, Neil! We need you! They love you!
9lomg only in Lex saying rogue thaumaturge I realise it's Neil. Wow
Looking like a dog saying its okay put me down. What the fuck Neil!! Whipe that look off your face rn!
Kabir, stop saying such gross things like hello my pussycat. It makes you so creepy.
Wait, what happened to Suarez??? Did I miss something???
Oh. My. God. They're just knocking stuff over and stealing stuff? That is so trashy.
Rooftoss callback! 🥰
"You do not scare me, Johnny Saxton. Stand the fuck down!" oooooohhhhh Wynn you're such a badass mom and I love you.
"Fate is on your side, my friend." if Kabir wasn't so funny I would hate him. 😂
Yeah Johnny, just kill the new scourge. Listen to Kabir, easy peasy.
I'm sorry, Rowlands hugs Miles???? He is unhinged!!!
So there is gonna be an assamite magic infiltrator court case going on. But the truly bad thing is Britta being acknowledged by someone else??
They were hugging that entire time?????
Okay have we had so long a break from Rowlands that I forgot how unhinged he really was, or is he being a little bit extra rn?
Only the insanity of Upton Rowlands can bring Johnny back from the brink and be reasonable.
Do judt go kill the Neil imposter, kill Britta, tell the entire domain they're forbidden to speak of this and kill them if they do?? How reasonable...
The audacity to call Miles stupid after his insane tirade!
Britta's promise to Miles to at least try to negotiate was just a big fat lie, huh? She doesn't want to take the risk.
Reece, you're such a bastard.
Also apparently Neil is not a high schooler even though he described it as his high school and Not OLD high school 💁♀️😂
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Locked In, Walking Out
Part: 1
F!Reader X Max ~Yandere Prisoner OC
His info: ⛓💌⛓
Part: 1 2
!!MINORS DNI!!
CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, DARK FIC Yandere, reader has a vagina, not too defenseless reader, Imprisonment (not of mc) shock collars(not on mc), swearing, cat calling, corrupted systems, teasing, pet names (sweetheart, dollface, princess, doll), sa NON-CON not from mc, a gross man-pig assaults reader, hurt no comfort, blood, dissociation
!!MINORS DNI!!
Author’s note: sorry if my bad mood comes across in this one…
You work as a junior prison guard at Locke West Maximum Security Penitentiary.
You were given a huge bonus, better health benefits, and a fat raise when you were reassigned here.
You couldn’t say no.
Besides, what could possibly go wrong at the nation’s most secure prison…
Made so secure, just to hold the nation’s most dangerous criminals…
They’re forced to have shock collars on, so it’s not like they can do anything, right?
Day 1~
“New blood eh? You must’ve done a good job to get transferred here. Grats.” The senior guard called “Nills”, spoke a little too monotone for that to be a genuine congratulations, but you take it.
“Thanks sir,” you reply enthusiastically.
He looked you over, and smiled, while leaning in closer, “You might not last long here, sweetheart,”
Another guard walked in, and your senior backed up.
This Junior guard was to be your tour guide, and as she began, you noticed she used a similar monotone voice.
“This is the employee lounge,” her voice drew out. “This is the locker room, and where you’ll be changing—” If you could fall asleep while walking this would be the time you did. “This is the— This is where—” UHG! you aren’t even paying attention. Pay attention…
Now you’re only focusing on trying to re-focus!
“BZZZZZZZT”
You were jolted back to the present as heavy doors buzzed open for you both. You were suddenly excited, now you get to see the prisoners, and experience what your new job has to offer…
“Hey honey! Bend over for me, won’t cha?!” a prisoner in his locked cell heckled you. You realized you hadn’t been asked to change into your uniform, so you were still in your nice clothes.
You wore a short dress (no matter how you think you look, you pull it off perfectly), nice enough to impress your boss, but definitely too sexy for depraved men who are locked in cells.
“Oh yeah… That happens, regardless of if we’re in our uniforms or not. Ya get used to it, trust me.” She rolled her eyes and buzzed his collar.
“ARRRRRRRG!! You jealous BITCH!” he spat, as he fell to the ground.
You kept up with her, instead of sticking around that cell.
“This is their canteen,” She was back to her boring tour voice, but this time you managed to listen, being more alert with your surroundings around these men.
Towards the end of a less crowded cell block, you noticed a rather large cell coming up… “What’s that for?”
“That’s Max’s cell. His people pay off the prison for his comfort,” She said plainly.
“What?! that’s a thing?!” you exclaimed.
Prisoners shouldn’t be “comfortable”! you thought.
“Yeah, prisons, and wardens like money. They pay well enough, and Max stays out of our way.”
“Who is this, Max?”
“You know… The Aristandros family… You seriously don’t know?” She looked shocked. “Maxwell Aristandros. The head of the family that controls over half of the nations resources…”
“Wait… If he’s that important to the nation… Why the hell’s he in here?” you ask, stunned.
She shrugs “Maybe he’ll tell you. His is the only confidential case here. None of us know. Except maybe the warden…” She puts her hand on her chin.
You arrive at the lavishly decorated cell, your jaw on the floor. You almost don’t notice the man that matches the aesthetic of a gorgeous old painting, even in that orange jumpsuit and black collar. He’s lain over a chaise lounge, eating an orange, his face toward you, giving you a cheeky smile.
You scowl at him, “HOW CAN WE ALLOW THIS?!” You motion with a wide stance toward the cell, and toward him. “Shouldn’t he be, I don’t know, suffering here?! to be becoming a better person or whatever! WHAT IS THIS?!” You can help but feel angry over this whole stupid scene of a man with three life sentences, supposedly in charge of over half the nation, and in prison living like he’s the king of some medieval fantasy land!
“Woah, I like this one Cher! Give my complements to the warden for me.” His voice was smooth and silky to add a bright red cherry on top of his whole stupid yet beautifully crafted icecream sunday.
Cher sighed and placed a hand to her head. “listen, like i said, his people pay us. It’s not like the taxpayers are wasting any money on this one.”
You couldn’t help but still feel angry, maybe even more so since he seemed to enjoy your outburst.
You end up going home that day much angrier than you thought.
“Time for a romantic bath with myself and some icecream…”
Day 2~
“You look nice, dollface,” he nodded his head.
“Get used to it 232. The warden herself gave you to me, so you’ll be seeing this a lot.” you rolled your eyes at him.
“It’s max, doll, and I’m inclined to correct you, she gave you to me. Not the other way around. You’re mine.” he smiled smugly.
“Who’s in possession of who’s shock collar.” You state tapping your foot in front of his cell door, getting fed up with his games.
“A formality. a necessity really,” he shrugged. “Never know what a dangerous man like me would do to a pretty thing like you without it.” his smile became wolffish, showing off his rather predominant canines.
“Uhg. You’re insufferable. Just, get ready, I have to escort you now,” You placed your hand on the reader near the cell’s door, it buzzed approvingly.
As it slid open, he rushed out and grabbed you. Before you knew what happened your head hit the wall you are now pinned to.
“Careful, princess, what if someone saw us like this?”
Your face reddened, what is this?
And, why do you kinda like this…
It’s your job now to control him.
You lifted your knee hard to meet his groin, and he doubled over. After that, you pressed the button for 232’s shock collar, and he fell to the ground, convulsing.
While he was distracted you tried to catch your breath and still your heart.
You can’t let that happen again.
You stand outside the showers when you hear the slaps of shower sandals approaching.
Goodie…
“Hey beautiful, miss me?” he came out with a loosely wrapped towel hung low around him, showing of his toned body and that perfect v carved into his hip bones. “Hey, eyes up here,” he smirked.
F-fuck…
“W-What are you talking about? Go get dressed 232. Quit fooling around, you have a very busy day today,” that for whatever reason, I have to babysit…
He lifted your chin, your face blushing, you stared back into his eyes. His voids of pupils, surrounded by dark brown, feel like they might be sucking you in, you think you could lose yourself in them…
“Good girl,” he smiles and gently lets your face drop, to go get dressed.
While he’s gone you try to compose yourself.
WTF was that Y/N! get a hold of yourself! UHG. You seem to be doing a ton of groaning today, and there’s still plenty of time for more unfortunately.
You make it to the canteen with your prisoner in toe…
“Hey there sweetheart! Give us a show!”
As the man stood, you whipped out your baton, sensing you’d need it.
Max lurched forward, and you blocked his path with your baton at his gut.
“Don’t, 232” you say sternly.
The cat caller’s eyes widen at you stopping Max, and he sits back down slowly.
You put the thing back away on your belt and escort Max to the back having him sit by himself. People approach and you allow them to sit with some distance between them. They talk to Max in what sounds like some code, but you don’t really care if they’re conspiring.
Your job is just to babysit him…
Day 3~
As you’re dressing your senior walks in and puts his arm up over you, he’s staring down your top’s open buttons.
You roll your eyes.
“Didn’t realize you’d be worse than the men in the cages, sir,” you say continuing to pull up your boots and fasten your belt.
He leans down closer, his cigarette stained breath permeating your precious bubble, “Sweetheart, I already told you you wouldn’t last,” he licked his lips, “Now you’re Max’s pet, poor thing. I see why he picked you…” he leaned back, a satisfied smirk plastered on his old face.
After that weird and uncomfortable encounter you made your way to Max’s “cell”, this time you had your baton ready before opening his door. He casually walked out, hands up behind his head.
“Hey there doll, how’s my good girl doin’ t’day?” He asked, his voice so smooth, you falter in your tough nature again.
“H-hey…” You spoke shyly, then coughed “I’m good, thanks… H-how are you?”
He smiled, “I’m glad to hear that,” Before you realized he was standing behind you, his face ticking your neck, “You want to kill some time with me, doll?”
His hands ghosted gently over your arms, as if almost asking permission.
You need to say no…
“Y/N!” you hear your superior yelling.
Max gripped you tighter momentarily in anger, before letting you go. He’s sending death glares toward Nills.
“S-sorry Sir!”
“come with me.” he turns and walks behind a corner. you lock Max back into his cell.
“This kind of behavior deserves some kind of punishment, don’t cha think” Nills asks in a manor that’s definitely not questioning, and definitely too creepy to be work appropriate.
“What? Listen, I have to take 232 to the showers now. Are you done?” you tried to walk away, but he roughly grabbed you and pulled you back.
“Oh you’re not getting off easy here, sweetheart…”
“Don’t call me that, creep!” you stomped on his foot.
He covered your mouth with his hand in a way you couldn’t bite it, and pulled you closer.
Who would have thought it’s not the prisoners you have to worry about, but your superior…
He undid your belt as he held you against a wall, your tried to fight, or grab your weapons but he easily overpowered you.
His hand was shoved down your pants in seconds, and he lifted it up to inhale your scent, you gagged against his hand.
You kept fighting, however useless it was.
He’s disgusting!
Now he’s pulling your pants down and turning you around. You hear his buckle being undone too, and tears prickle and threaten to fall. You refuse them, not wishing to loose your dignity to this man.
You don’t know what to do to stop this, and there isn’t anything anyway… Please, don’t… You try and say, but with his hand still covering you you can only puff out bursts of noisy air.
Your throat vibrates with the rest of the sounds of distress you desperately try, and yet fail to let out.
His dick is pressed between your legs and he doesn’t prep you before entering…
You feel like your being ripped apart, it hurts so bad, like sandpaper it’s so dry inside you, and it feels like his length never ends.
The tears that you refused fall freely now. You give up fighting and slump into his grasp waiting for him to finish.
Luckily he does fast. Obviously you’d prefer if he hadn’t at all… If this whole thing hadn’t at all…. You’re definitely taking a plan b, and getting tested after today… But how are you gonna go about the rest of your shift now? how do you come back tomorrow… You’ve been here 2 whole days almost 3, just for this?
You slide down the wall and cry into your knees.
You don’t even notice him leave.
Whether you’re a virgin or not, you see blood pooling between your legs through your uniform.
You don’t care about anything right now.
You just hurt all over, and your heart feels as heavy as a thousand ton weight sinking inside you. You might throw up, no you wish you could.
You wish you could exspell what’s just happened from you.
and your mind for a short while takes you away, not with white wings into the sky peacefully, but with a heavy and dark fog, that seems to swallow you whole and suffocates your thoughts.
You call the warden some indiscernible time later and tell her you’re going home, she hears the tone in your voice and lets you without asking.
#yandere x reader#my fic#my oc#oc x reader#oc x you#yandere x you#yandere#dead dove do not eat#tw yandere#tw sa#oc max#prisoner x you#reader x prisoner#you x yandere#reader x yandere
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I've never drawn stardew valley fanart before but since you guys liked my Alex and Harvey body swap idea so much I thought I'd draw something for it.
"What happens when a 40 year old wimpy doctor with a dad bod swaps bodies with his conceited 20 year old athletic neighbor on the same day that one of them has a date for the flower dance and the other has an interview that could make or break his business? Alot of really stupid hijinks and some kinda horrifying angst."
Yeah I draw Harvey over weight, fight me.
For those who haven't seen the post I made a long long hypothetical post about what if Alex and Harvey swapped bodies and it got quite a few notes so I'm happy you guys liked it.
Here are some really great things I think would happen here that I didn't mention in the other post.
-Since Alex is a conceited asshole before he gets character development he spends alot of time complaining about how old Harvey's body is and how fat and weak it is or his stupid mustache, the good news is that Harvey doesn't hesitate to call him an asshole and a good portion of this idea is Alex being humiliated by circumstance. The very first thing he said when finding he was in Harvey's body was "look at my hands! I have witch hands! I look like I should be stirring a cauldron!". Don't worry, Alex learns better and apologizes to Harvey about it which actually helps them switch back.
-Harvey gives Alex a ton of notes on taking care of his patients in his absence and Alex is 100% sure that this is gonna be a cake walk, after all, how hard can being a doctor be when you've just got like... 20 people to look after? Pretty hard actually considering everyone in the valley is unbelievably stupid. Marnie and Jodi show up because their kids swallowed marbles, not together, they just both got the worst idea ever at the same time.
Shane calls in to complain about how he feels awful for some mysterious reason, making Alex yell at him "MAYBE CAUSE YOU LIVE OFF TWO HOURS OF SLEEP AND A DIET OF PEPPER POPPERS AND BEER!". Shane is absolutely stunned at this realization, could have never possibly conceived it.
Lewis walks in complaining that he has splinters all over his body and Alex asks why Lewis says it's cause he was naked in a bush, Alex decides not to press any further.
-Harvey attempts to walk Alex's dog, sure he's never walked one before since he's allergic to them, but it's probably not that hard. Dusty then proceeds to yeet Harvey all over stardew valley, smacking him into mail boxes and bushes and buildings.
-People keep throwing things at Harvey and expecting him him catch it, he's gonna have a broken nose by the end of the day if people don't stop.
-Like I said before, Alex has a date with Haley for the flower festival and says Harvey has to go in his place or else Haley will be crushed.
Later when Alex is at Harvey's aerobics class he sees Haley there and over hears her talking to Emily about how she's upset that Alex is avoiding her and how she doesn't even know if he will meet her at the festival.
Alex jumps in to very enthusiastically and somejeay creepily tell her that he will absolutely 100% be there no matter what because Alex told him himself.
Haley doesn't even acknowledge what he just said and asks why a man's in a dance aerobics class, Alex has no explanation.
-At the flower dance Harvey is on the phone with Alex saying that he's terrified to dance with Haley, Alex who is back at Harvey's apartment, chastises him for being a little bitch and tell him him take charge and ask her to dance.
"I don't know how to be romantic!"
"Come on Harvey you can't seriously tell me you've never seen a romance movie before!"
"I mean, I saw titanic once with my mom."
"Perfect! Act like Jack!" "You want me to drown myself?" "No! I thought you were smart dude!" "I am but I also have a generalized anxiety disorder and you're freaking me out right now!".
-Harvey is trying his best, God bless him, but Haley can tell he's incredibly nervous since he keeps looking down at their feet and his palms are incredibly sweaty, grossing Haley out.
-Meanwhile Alex is at home cause he's being interviewed by some medical magazine about what it's like to be a doctor in a small town and absolutely failing to say anything interesting or remotely substantial.
-He's barely even trying to hide that he isn't Harvey, he's putting his feet up on the table, eating the whole time, dodging questions and just generally being kind of a dick.
-Alex was very very adamant about not going to Harvey's dance aerobics class since it's obviously a class for chicks 🙄, then when he gets there all the girls are doing just fine during the exercises while he's slowly dying and can't get up.
-Evelynn keeps forcing Harvey to eat, he cannot physically eat any more food but she just keep on giving him more and more. Harvey genuinely wonders how insane Alex's metabolism is since he can eat all of this and not gain a pound.
-i like the idea of Alex passing out in the clinic from the stress of working all day and also being a 40 year old man with back pain so Harvey gives him a little blankie.
-When Shane and Sam are talking at work sam mentions Alex and Harvey have been spending a alot of time together for no reason, Shane just says "Maybe they're gay.", Sam nods agreeingly and says "good for them.".
-I thought of three angsty concepts for this where one involves Harvey thinking about the possibility thay he could just run off and leave Alex in his old body and go live his pilot dreams no that he doesn't need glasses anymore, one where Alex confesses he's been so rude about Harvey's body because being conventionally attractive and fit is all he has, and one where Alex and Harvey are hit with the very real possibility that they might never be able to switch back and Alex will miss out on a huge portion of his life and Harvey will have to relive his all over again.
-Luckily they do get switched back by the end of the day and learn to understand one another better, they might not be friends but they've learned to respect each other a little more and Alex apologizes for saying all that mean shit about Harvey's body.
So yeah, that's about it, I'd like to make a full fanfic or comic out of this but idk, also alternatively I think body swaps between pierra and Morris, sebastian and Demetrius, and Shane and marnie would be very funny.
Thx that's about it.
#stardew valley bachelors#stardew alex#alex stardew valley#stardew valley alex#stardew valley harvey#harvey stardew#stardew harvey#sdv#sdv harvey#harvey sdv#alex sdv#sdv alex#harvey stardew valley#sdv fanart
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This is just a trans rant because I don’t have anywhere else to go and a lot of cool trans people are on here.
Obviously talking about transphobia in this and strong language is used, brief mentions of an ed and toxic relationships
I hate having to tone down my gender identity for cis people. If I explain to them that I’m like more of a genderfluid man who uses he/they/it pronouns they get confused and ask a ton of questions or just judge me for using it/its pronouns. My mutual @the-slasher-madame described gender the best by saying its a sea creature at the bottom of the ocean made of mystery meat that jiggles when you poke it. That’s kind of like gender for me. I know I am 100% not a woman but I prefer more general labels like genderfluid guy because that’s what I am.
Don’t get me started on how annoyed people get about me not sticking to the gender binary. Other trans people often are like “You’re the reason people are transphobic” like mf you have a single wrinkle in your brain if you think transphobes didn’t exist before it/its and neopronouns. Like why do you care if I use masculine and gender nuteral terms even though I’m afab. I’m literally a 5′4 17 year old who can’t do a push up and is scared of thunder storms and the leper from it, calm your fucking tits I’m not going to murder your family or make you transition.
Don’t get me fucking started on people constantly sexualizing me for being trans. I think it’s the combination of me being trans, chubby and sometimes being fem that makes people think it’s ok to call me sexual terms even though I clearly state I am a fucking minor. Even if I was an adult it’s not fucking ok to call a stranger a slur I don’t want to say becaus typing it let alone saying it makes me feel gross. I had an interaction with an ex of mine who complained when I told him to stop misgendering me because he “finds it really hot” and “thought I was into it”. Also speaking of exes I have had many exes try to explain to me, a trans person, how gender dysphoria works and how I don’t have it because sometimes I wear a skirt and do makeup and don’t bind 24/7. A lot of my exes have been from the UK which makes me want to hate the region as a whole but Brahms Heelshire and Christian Bales exists (along with other actors I’m forgetting) are from the UK so for now they get a pass.
People act like because I’m a minor I don’t know I’m actually trans but the moment I become and adult I’m “grooming” kids by talking about being trans. Hrt and other gender affirmations have saved my life. For the first 14 years of my life I thought I was a girl was hell for me. It only got worse as puberty went on. If I could have gone on hormone blockers before I started puberty I would have 100%. I remember being excited for puberty because I always felt like something about me was off so I thought thats what would fix it.
Also I don’t have to and am not going to debate my basic human rights and happiness with you. I deserve respect as a trans person and I deserve healthcare. On a side note America should step up like most other wealthy nations in the world and make heathcare free. Also I hate the fact the only trans men I really ever see are skinny, masculine and maybe cis passing trans men. Along with gender dysphoria I have body dysmorphia which makes me feel even worse about my body. It crushes me to think about how I’ll never look like other trans men or even cis men because of how big my rib cage is and how my shoulders are never going to be right. How I can’t get rid of stretch marks and I most likely will have to pay out of pocket for facial masculineization surgery. I struggle to lose weight for many reasons which has led to eating disorders and so much fucking guilt.
I remember being told by an ex that I’ll always be an ugly fat t slur and I often think back to those words. I’ve never felt healthy true romantic love and I feel like I never fucking will because I’ll always be an ugly, fat t slur. Even in friend groups I’m the odd one out, even among other trans people. I have to constantly explain I can’t do this or that because of my bone structure and weight and how I can never feel comfortable wearing anything and most of the time all the “help” or “tips” I get is equivilent to me asking for maple syrup and everyone telling me to go lick a maple tree.
This kind of explains why my comfort characters are slashers along with Carrie White and Ben Handscome. I can relate to what they deal with and while none of them are trans men (canonnicaly) I can still find comfort in knowing that someone else understands what it’s like. I know this is kind of over sharing and literally no one cares but I just have to vent these feelings somewhere and this is my blog where I can do what I want.
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So I'm trying to get to Publix and it's like 10 offenders and Trump and a truck and kind of avoided him because they didn't feel like listening to his ass f****** talk. So I come into the entrance way and there's some white guy with two black girls and their little and he's calling them us saying that I'm almost going to run them down for the car with the cart then I'm on it's ridiculous but they're equating it to our people in military units not just our regulars
Zues Hera
And we do hear it and we're on it and of course it's very insulting and they're going to feel a lot of pain the ones that are involved and the others will see them die and it's terrible there horrible horrible idiots
Thor Freya
You know this town is supposed to be affluent these people are supposed to be fooling me that their wealthy smart asses that they're intelligent and they're the cats meow and they're cutting edge and they're disgustingly sick and old and senile and gross looking and fat and small and large and misshaping and it's horrible horrible I wouldn't put you in charge of a f****** marching band in high school not to mention anything else you're supposed to like take on the empire I can't f****** stand you anymore to morons bothering me about we're going to give stuff and you're going to lose stuff by doing that and even told a million times and you keep losing stuff by doing it out front and it's a trumpsters and then they're really really stupid they don't look at cause and effect or anything
Zues Hera
You don't have the computer program Joel Watts your f****** moron and we're handling it because the empire won't get you out of the way the empire is not doing it and your turds messed it up and it all tied up so we have to
Hera
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It was two weeks before my 15th birthday. Mum, Emma and the baby were still at Aunty Julie's and Brad was at work so I was home alone and bored shitless. My dog was sniffing at the sliding door so I got dressed in a pair of light blue tight boxer briefs, my favourite grey trackies and a plain black t-shirt and my nike runners, got the dogs lead and took him for a walk.
I was a mild Saturday morning, people were mowing lawns, washing cars, walking, running, kids playing, the neighborhood was a hive of activity.
As I walked up my street I saw a couple of girls from school and a younger girl. It was Gemma, her little sister Tia and Gemma's friend Rebbecca. The 3 girls got up off the lawn and ran out to me calling at my dog and asking his name. I told them his name is Billy. They all bent down to pat him which he loved. Gemma gets up and says "hey isn't it your birthday soon?" I said "yeah, how do you know?" Gemma said "heard it from someone at school.......hey it's my birthday soon too!" I thought I'd be polite and ask when? Gemma said "on the 19th!" I said "cool, mines the 20th" we laughed, I felt a little awkward as Gemma piped up with " I'm turning 14yo, what about you?" I told her "15yo"
Gemma was just a tiny bit shorter then me, slim, long straight brown hair, big brown eyes, definitely pretty, her tiny waist highlighted her shapely hips and round butt and small budding boobs. Gemma was wearing some short pink shorts and a yellow tank top with a little red bra. Gemma had one of those squeaky high pitch voices that sounded more annoying then cute! Tia looked like a much younger version on her sister with the typical 9yo look and wearing a blue dress and Rebecca was a little taller then Gemma and I, she had long darker brown hair, Rebbecca was what you'd call a big girl, solid. She was 14yo blue eyes, REALLY big tits for a girl her age, big wide hips with a big butt to match thick thighs and a bit of a pot belly. She wasn't gross fat but definitely a thick girl. She was actually had a really pretty face and a sexy voice. Rebecca was wearing old faded blue cut off Jean shorts, with a tight blue tank top with string straps that looked 2 sizes too small.
Gemma and Rebecca had lots of dark eye makeup on and were kinda looking a little "skanky or slutty" Gemma and Tia 's family lived on the poorer end of the street.I lived in the new development end where the girls lived in the older end. Every 2nd house had a wrecked car in it and rubbish piles etc. The girls asked what I was up to and I said "just taking Billy for a walk. They asked to come, I tried to think of an excuse but they just wouldn't take no for an answer. We walked alone the street toward the huge park a few large blocks away. Gemma wouldn't stop talking, a real chatter box!
We eventually got to the park, I threw a ball for Billy a few times before Tia begged to play with him and said her dog is mean so she can't play with it so I happily let her. With her younger sister distracted, Gemma asked if I was still with Renee and I said "no, we broke up ages ago but still great friends" she asked if I was with anyone?, interested in anyone? And a million other questions.
One thing to know about Gemma is there was talk in the neighborhood that she was "easy and skanky" so her look matched her reputation. Mind you my reputation at school wasn't that clean, I was know as a "hung manwhore" which is funny because I'd only gone out with Renee! Little did everyone know what I was really like in private!
Gemma's conversation was getting flirty and Rebecca was chiming in. Tia was distracted by my dog. Gemma just blurted out "so everyone says you have a really big dick Jay" as she glances to my crotch and says "kinda shows too" in a rather slutty tone. I said, "maybe, I wouldn't know" and smirked. Gemma said "well can we see?" I played dumb and said "why would you wanna see it for?" I was starting to get in the mood and really wanted to flash my cock but didn't want to seem too eager.
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Dream of 7/19/23
Lived in this shitty mobile home sort of in the middle of the woods. I was on the computer playing a game when suddenly like... 900 emulators opened at once that I didn't even have downloaded and it started playing random games that I also didn't have downloaded so they had missing textures and like fucked up models I got so overstimulated and confused that I just started crying my mom comes in and is like wtf happened and I didn't know how to explain it to her so I just said something like "The computer died" and she was like I'll just trash it and get a new one and this made me even more upset but she didn't understand why and we were kind of arguing back and forth while I was on the brink of like exploding. Everything eventually calms down We have these 2 giant vertical windows with no curtains that were open and I asked if we could close them because I saw a creature that definitely wasn't of this world (it looked like a moose but.. not.) my mom's all like oh where I don't see anything and I was like.. ok guess we will die. The creature suddenly sprints full speed into the house and bites my mom and storms off and apparently they were very poisonous (not venom) she gets like paralyzed and starts turning blue and I'm just watching in horror she's still conscious she just can't move Im like. Im gonna call the squad and I take a phone start calling 911 and it's done old man for some reason like no introduction or prompts just some old dude like "Hello?" silence and I'm baffled I'm like panicked and say "This... This is 911 right?" and he's like "yes what's your emergency" and ofc at this point in my dream is where I get all fatigued and can barely speak I try so fucking hard to explain the situation but he is not helping at all so eventually there's more moose creatures that show up and take my moms body away and she becomes one of the moose things and I'm just . sitting there still crying btw and I'm just like . ok hopeless.
Dream Shift
Was inside a giant ass house I had a bf apparently who was also secretly a murderer the only reason I find out he's killing people is cause I happened to walk in while he was planning his next kill and he was like .. I have to kill you now and I was like no nah what if we killed together 😳 and he was like O_O so we became killer buddies that's literally the whole dream
Dream shift
⚠️⚠️⚠️ Worm dream. (I remember exactly what they looked like) ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️⚠️ very gross
Was inside a school everything was normal then suddenly there's a bunch of screaming and ppl running away in the halls we all get up and try to make sense of what's happening and the only response we would get was "alien worm" I accept my fate that I'm probably going to be infected and have the worst experience of my life and I see the worm in its hungry form it's very thin but absurdly long kind of looks like a centipede but not segmented it had tiny little barbed hairs that worked like suction cups so it could literally be infused with your skin. But also the worm was sentient and could talk. I try reasoning with it like you don't want to do this man please. and he's all like I want to take over the world everyone will be part of my hive hehehehe I just say to him I'll have to do everything in my power to exterminate you and we become rivals like. For some reason I could get infected but I was still me like most ppl became zombies while I just had worms in me and I hated it. I find out that there is nothing in the world that can destroy this worm so I plan to just launch it into space aiming for the sun. I try collecting every single strand of this worm (cuz he broke himself up into parts so he could infect faster) I shove them all into this space pod and hope that I got them all. The worms in me started to grow and... the way they looked when they were full of blood was.. oughh..... it looked and was as fat as one of those big ass caterpillars I had some casually hanging from my mouth and I was scared to bite down to sever them but I did and tried to rip them apart I send the pod to space and I like sigh in relief for like a minute and I look up and see the worm again he had grown like 50x longer and is reaching all the way from space back to earth and I was just like. Dude. you win. Take over the earth. I go home my family is also infected but normal just like me we try doing research about it and find out the worm is called the smooth worm (I think) and it has 2 heads. It's extremely powerful suction is what makes it so painful and successful. We really wanted to kill them but couldn't. I think I start to go lucid here and I'm like please this is the worst let me wake up and I DISTINCTLY Remember opening my eyes for 5 seconds looking at my wall and falling back to sleep. Awful. I get sucked right back into the dream and I lose lucidity.
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