#chubby belly and chest with cute jewelry???
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fat guys should get more body piercings
#personal chub#or piercings in general#I know I made a post about this before but it stands#chubby belly and chest with cute jewelry???#slay
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Chocolate Cake Milkshakes
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chubby!Girly!F!Reader
Word count: 2450
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! Smut, protected sex, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), pet names (Sweetheart, Princess), parent/child favoritism that’s not reader, perfect older sibling and disappointment younger child dynamic (only for a bit), a little bit of fat shamming. Not proof read, sorry for errors!
Summary: You have a date with your boyfriend Eddie Munson, who, like the gentleman he is, picks you up from home. Your mom favors your sister once again but you don’t let it deter you from the dinner your boyfriend takes you on at Benny’s for your favorite shakes and the rest of the date spent in his van by the lake.
A/n: for my fellow chubby girls that get told they don’t need that milkshake, or can’t wear that dress, or eat like a child. You are seen, and you are PERFECT. Be that main character I know you are.
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Eddie couldn’t help but feel excited as he pulled his van into your driveway. His heart pounding in his chest as he stepped out of the still turned on vehicle before walking up to your front door. After a single push of the doorbell, the obnoxious ringing being heard even from outside, your door swings open. Your mother stood before him, smiling.
“Why hello, Eddie!” She greets him, “Come in, (y/n) should be ready in a moment.” She opens the door wider to let the tall boy in.
Your mother is a known individual among the residents of Hawkins, being an ex cheerleading captain when she was in her prime. Still to this day she has kept her shape.
Eddie sits in the living room on the plush plaid couch, glancing around the room. He had been to your house a few times already, but never explored. He’s always just snuck in through your window at night after your parents had gone to bed, so he takes the opportunity to look around.
There are pictures all around the room of your parents and your older sister, Stacy, but he notices fairly quickly how there are significantly less pictures of you. He sees the pictures of Stacy in the Hawkins Pageant, winning first place every time, her cheerleading photos, her photo as prom Queen and her graduation photo, but the only pictures he sees of you are you with the rest of the family. Specifically one catches his eye, you were a lot younger, maybe three or four. You were standing in front of the water at the beach, your hands in the sand as your swimsuit top’s strap was hanging off your shoulder.
“Mom, have you seen my pearl necklace? I can’t find-” you step into the living room, stopping when you see Eddie. You had on a cute dress that flowed out after your waist, cutting off at your knees. “Oh! I didn’t know you were already here! I’ll be ready in just a second, I’m sorry to keep you waiting!” You hold up your hands defensively before walking into your kitchen. “What was that, dear?” Your mother asks. “My pearl necklace, do you know where it is? I can’t find it-” she cuts you off before you can finish, “Oh! Yes, Stacy has it, she asked if she could borrow it from you last week, I guess she hasn’t brought it back yet.” Your mom simply smiles, unfazed by your smile dropping.
“What? Mom, I told you I don’t like her using my jewelry! That was Granny’s! She gave it to me-!” “Well, Stacy wanted it, you know I can’t say no to her, dear.” You sigh, being reminded like always that Stacy’s wants are more important than your own. “Now run along and finish getting ready, you’re making poor Eddie wait on you for too long. Also,” your mother glances at Eddie before turning back to you and looking you up and down, “are you sure you want to wear that dress? I mean…” she leans over and pats at your stomach.
Your eyes widen and you subconsciously suck in your belly. “I… I thought it was cute…” you try to defend your decision. “If you say so…” your mother goes back to making dinner for herself and your father. You sigh before running back upstairs to find a different necklace.
You don’t bother changing, thinking your mom was just being how she usually is. That’s until you stand in front of your mirror one final time, noticing the subtle chub of your stomach poking out of the loose fabric of your dress. But before you can even begin to pick out another dress, you remind yourself you have a poor boy downstairs waiting on you, with your mother.
You enter the living room once more, smiling at the lanky guy on your couch. “Sorry,” his head snaps in your direction when you speak. “Ready to go?” He asks you, standing up from the couch. You nod, and your mom comes running in. “You two have fun! Eddie, make sure to have her home by 11, please.” Eddie nods, “Yes, ma’am, I will.” You both leave, and as you step out of the door frame, Eddie’s fingers intertwine with yours, making you smile.
“So,” you speak once the door shuts behind you, “Where ‘re we going tonight?” He looks back at you and smiles, “I was thinking going to Benny’s for food before heading to the lake? Wayne’s off tonight so I don’t really wanna go back to my place.” His face flushes at the inclination. “Sounds good!” You smile, walking up to his van, “I’ve honestly been craving one of Benny’s chocolate cake milkshakes, those things are diabetes in a cup but they are so good!”
When you both make it to the diner, Benny greets you with a smile, “Good to see you two again,” he pours some coffee into the mug of one of the costumers at the counter before making is way over to you as you both slid into a booth by the windows. “Always happy to have regulars! Let me guess, two chocolate cake shakes and a double quarter pounder with cheese, extra fries” he says pointing at Eddie, “and a 6 piece tender basket with honey, buttered toast, and cheese curds?” he points at you. You both smile as Eddie leans over the table to you, “do we seriously come here that much?” You can’t help but laugh. “Apparently.”
When the food is brought out to you, you both dig in quickly. “I swear I will never get over this shake,” you say, leaning back into the booth’s cushion as you suck up the delicious chocolatey goodness from the large straw. Eddie nods, shoving fry that he dipped into the whipped topping into his mouth. “For real, you’ll have to beg him for the recipe one day.”
Eddie watches you sit the glass down, before ripping a tender in half and dipping it into the sauce cup of honey, quickly shoving the steaming chicken into your mouth. The soft hum that escapes you as your body sways side to side, eyes closing out of pure glee from the taste of the food.
Eddie was always happy watching you eat, from your little dances to excited squeals when the food was placed in front of you, he never got tired of it. He loved seeing you all happy.
After the plates were emptied and your shakes sucked down, Eddie went up to the counter to pay, leaving you alone to suck the last remaining drops of your shake. When he returns, he laughs as he watches you suck up the air in the glass, aggressively trying to get whatever you could out. You finally sit the glass down, “ok I’m done.” He chuckles and holds out his hands, which you take, and he helps pull you out of the booth.
You both drive down to the lake, heads banging to his new cassette tape by Metallica, his long curly hair whipping around as you giggle. “Eddie!” You laugh, trying to fix his hair when he finally stops, getting it out of his face so he can actually see.
When you pull into the lake, the sun has already set and he turns to you, “So,” he smiles, suddenly all sheepish. “What do you- hey!” You quickly unbuckle and squeeze yourself to the back of the van. His litter of blankets and pillows cover the hard surface of the folded back seats and his trunk floor. “Oh come on, Munson, don’t look at me like that.” You place your chubby cheek against the side of the headrest of your original seat. He unbuckles, that cute toothy grin on his face, before shoving himself in between the seats with you. You giggle as you pull him through, grabbing at his arm and pulling towards yourself.
When he flops through, falling with his back flat onto the bed of the van, you quickly lean over him. Your lips interlock, his arms quickly grabbing at your waist and pulling you on top of him. At first you’re hesitant, not wanting to put all your weight on the scrawny guy, but he quickly pushing your arms out from under you, making you fall flat on him.
“Eddie..!” You giggle when he kisses across your nose and cheeks. “What?” He pulls away, his brown doe eyes staring back at you. You huff, faking annoyance as you sit up, and lay your back against the side of his van. “Sweetheart,” he flips over and crawls to you, his hands brushing up your legs, as he smiles up at you, before lowering himself down to place soft kisses on your left knee. “Don’t be mad at me,” he smirks, obviously knowing you’re not actually mad at him.
His lips graze over your legs, placing soft kisses down your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you want him. “Eds…” you lower your hand down to cup his cheek as his corse fingers ride up your thighs, pushing your dress up to reveal your panties for him.
“You’re already all wet for me, Princess,” he brushes his thumb against the edge of your panties by your right inner thigh, his other hand squeezing at the fat of your left thigh. You blush, your breath suddenly getting heavy as you breathe harder. He hooks his finger around your underwear, pulling them down your legs before dropping them into the front seat. “So pretty.” He stares down at your slit, his fingers pulling your folds open. You watch him lick his lips, making you whimper. “Eds,” he looks up at you, pupils all dilated, that lovely brown color now just black. He moves closer to you, leaving a soft kiss to your cheek before leaving one on your neck. He lowers himself down lifting your legs to be over his shoulders as he goes below your dress.
You moan as his tongue moves over your folds, lapping up around your entrance. “E-Eddie…!” You gasp as his fingers dig into your hips, creating small crescents in your fat. His tongue moves slow at first, licking stripes from your slit to your clit, before flattening over your cunt. His nose brushes into your clit and you gasp, reaching down and grabbing at his hair. “S-Shit…! Eddie…!” You moan when his tongue plunged into you, spreading you open.
He pulls his tongue away only replacing it with two fingers, thrusting them into you slowly while his mouth returns to your clit. You mewl over the sensation, your legs shaking as your thighs press against the sides of his head.
His hips start grinding into the bed of his trunk, trying to get any kind of friction he can. You grip tighter at his hair, holding him in place as you come undone on his tongue, gasping for air as your vision goes white.
Eddie pulls away from you, his fingers leaving your cunt to your annoyance. “Did…” he tries to catch his breath, “did I do good?” You laugh airily, still having your brain a bit fuzzy from the orgasm he just gave you. “Holly shit, Eds. Yes.” You reach out to him and pull him closer to you, pressing your lips to his. He kisses back eagerly, the taste of you still on his lips and chin.
“Eds, I need you,” you pull away from his lips, placing soft kisses down his neck. He groans at the attention. “Fuck… ok, I know.” He pulls away for a moment, reaching into his front seat and opening the glove compartment. He comes back into view opening a condom out of the foil. He unbuckles his jeans before pulling down his boxers. You will never get over the utter size this skinny boy is when his cock smacks against his stomach.
Eddie rolls the condom down on himself, before grabbing at your thighs and lifting your legs. Your breath hitches as he presses his tip against you. You stare up at him, reaching up and cupping his face, before pulling him closer for another sloppy kiss.
You moan as his cock pushes in you, flattening your palms against the base of his neck. You nosed brush against each other as you breathe against his lips, “fuck…” he groans, placing his hands firmly on your waist, pulling you closer, letting you bottom out on his dick. “S-shit, just sitting like this feels good.” You laugh a bit, laying your head on his shoulder as he pulls you away from the side of the van, laying you against the floor of the trunk.
You moan when he starts moving, his hips softly thrusting into you, not wanting to overpower you just yet. “Shit…” he leans over you, your legs up around his waist as his are folded by your hips, constrained by the small space. “Eddie…” you moan into his ear, making him start thrusting faster. He groans, finding your hands in his before pressing them into the pillow by your head. “Fuck… you feel so good, Sweetheart.” He moans, beginning to thrust harder.
You both gasp and moan as he thrusts into you. Before long his thrusts get sloppy, and his hands drop yours, moving down to your hips, now pushing you down against his cock. “E-Eddie…!” You grip at his shoulders, both of your bodies sweating from the vans heating and the body heat you are both creating.
“God, fuck… need you to cum again, baby, please? Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.” He moves one hand in between you both, rubbing his thumb against your clit. You gasp, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer. You whimper as he leans down and kisses you again, your stomach pressing into his. You tits and belly fat rock with his thrusts, his fingers rolling your clit as you come undone around his cock. He groans at the feeling as your pussy flutters around him, his thrusts getting harder. “Eddie…!” You gasp, your post orgasm unable to come down from the high.
Almost immediately, Eddie drops his head on your shoulder, his hair damp from his sweat as he finishes.
For a moment, you both just lay there, entangled legs and arms around each other, bodies squished in the confines of his van’s trunk. You run your fingers through your hair. “You ok there, Eds?” You ask, a small giggle leaving you. “Yeah,” he sighs, “yeah, just… Need a second.” He presses his nose into you neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin. “Not gonna lie to ya, Sweetheart, you kinda tasted like one of those milkshakes.”
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@cagethemunson @spikeybatt @cherrycolas-things
#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson x fem!reader fluff#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x plus size reader#x chubby reader#eddie munson x chubby reader
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Y'all this is my first fanfiction ever. I rarely write any stories. Actually, I never do. I only did that back in my schooldays when it was an assignment to write a story. It always turned out bad, and very short. I felt like it wasn't good enough. And then, the teachers were gonna judge what I wrote, so I used a lot of time to do it as well as I could. It never worked. That's why I haven't bothered to write anything after that, even though I've wanted to, until now. I think that it will be easier when I decide myself if I'm gonna write, what I'm gonna write about, and when there's no deadline
Pairing: Innocent Big Daddy Elvis × almost innocent reader
Warnings: unprotected sex, blowjob, tiddysucking
Little Darlin'
Your relationship with Elvis contained of kissing, cuddling, having fun and whatever came to your minds.
You were ready to go to bed, and as always, you helped him into his pajamas, even though he didn't need help with that. You love taking care of your big baby.
You're rummaging around in his closet while he's waiting patiently behind you. You pull out his dark blue silk pajamas.
"Come here baby boy, and mama will help you get ready for bed" you make up your voice like a mother speaking to her baby.
"Okay mama"
You lay the pajama on the bed, and you start with gently removing the tape from his long and chubby fingers, then take off his rings, and when you reach around him to take off his necklace, your hands brush against his soft and warm neck and his thick hair. You unclasp the necklace, and lay it and the rings in his jewelry box.
You unbutton his shirt, revealing more and more of his delicious torso decorated with evenly spread hair. After you slide the shirt off his shoulder, you lean in to give each of his nipples a soft kiss, and Elvis makes a soft noise as you do so. You get down on your knees before him, placing your hands on his squishy belly, and gives it a big smooch, before undoing his pants. When his pants fall down, his rhinestone-studded jockstrap comes to sight, and you let out a little giggle, Elvis looking at you innocently.
He steps out of the pants, and you fold them and his shirt nicely and put them aside. You take his pajama pants up, and hold them down to the floor infront of him. He steps into them, and you pull them up, and tie the bands. Then you put on his shirt and button it up, his warm and soft belly pressing against your fingers as you work on the buttons in that region. You leave the three upper buttons undone, so you'll be able to see some of his chest hair. You stand up on your toes, and kisses his cheek. "Now baby, let's go to bed" you take his hand, and leads him the mere meters to the bigger than king-sized bed, and you tuck him in securily, while he is smiling cutely up at you. You walk over to the other side of the bed, and get into the covers with him. He wraps his arms around you, and you nuzzle you face into the exposed part of his chest. "Sweet dreams, y/n" Elvis says softly, his voice deep and creamy, like a balm for your soul. "Sweet dreams, Elvis".
You both close your eyes, and relax completely into each other's warmth. His warm breath his warming the top of your head.
After just a short time, he starts shifting a little, but you keep yourself cuddled close against him. He lets out some adorable soft sounds, and brings you tighter into his embrace, wrapping his legs around your thighs, and pressing his pelvis against your lower abdomen. That's when you feel that something is different. You look down and see a little bulge in his pants. At first you don't know what to do. You've never seen him like this before, and you're sure he doesn't know what to do about it.
"Elvis..." you say softly, and reaches down to gently touch his bulge.
"Nnghhh..." he presses himself tighter against you.
"Touch me more..." his voice is muffled by your neck. You wrap your hand around his package, and begin massaging gently, Elvis' hips begin rocking against you.
"Oohh... oohh yesss..." He clings to you tighter while you keep gently pleasuring him.
"Y/n... more..."
You understand that it won't be enough with what you're doing now.
"Lay down, Elvis" You place your hands on his shoulders, and push gently, indicating for him to get off of you. He falls back heavily onto the mattress, and you sit up beside him. You place your hands on the waistband of his pants.
"Can I?"
Elvis nods, his eyes filled with need and trust. You untie his pants, and pull them down along with his jockstrap, and you hear a low grunt from him as his perfect little one pops out. You bite your lower lip at the sight of his thick and curly pubes, his soft little balls, and his dripping and throbbing member and it's pink head.
You gently roll his foreskin back, and lean down to take the tip between your lips, sucking gently.
"Aahh!" Elvis moans, and arches his back to push more of him into your mouth. "Don't stop!"
You take a hold of his hips for support as you slowly bob your head up and down, and he rocks his pelvis against you. You look up at him to see his head pressed back against the pillow, his eyes shut close, and his mouth open in a silent moan. The sight is intoxicating, and you're starting to feel your own need grow. You take his balls into your hand, squeezing them gently as you place kisses all over his length.
"Y/N!" he moans, grips your hair, and cries softly "I need more!"
"Sshh it's okay" you say softly, and kisses him on the lips. "Let us make love". You didn't know if he knew what that was, so you just hoped for it. But he did know what it was, barely. You get up from the bed, and quickly but elegantly slip out of your nightgown and underwear, revealing the sight for Elvis that no other man has seen. His eyes travel up and down your body in awe, and follow your every move. As you sit back on the bed, he places his hands on your waist, and leans in to kiss your nipples, before taking one of them between his lips, and suckling gently. You moan softly, and place your hand on the back of his head to push him further into your chest. He slips your nipple out of his mouth, and looks up at you. "Can we do it now? his voice sounds almost pleading. You nod eagerly, and you lay down on your back, and spread your legs, and hold out your arms for him to come to you. He looks at you unsurely if he can do it, but he so sorely needs it. He positions himself between your legs, and you give him a reassuring smile.
"Just push in, Elvis. It will be amazing" you say softly.
He grips your thighs, and presses his hips against yours, hoping to slip in some place.
"Aaah!!" He groans, and his eyes roll back as he feels your tight walls envelop him, and you moan too. He lowers himself onto you, and hugs you tightly as his hips start to gently pump against yours. You wrap your arms and legs around him, and pushes your pelvis against his, needing more of him inside you. He moans into your neck as he slides fully into you.
"Aahh...aaahh....aahhh..." the sound of his moans so close to your ear, and the feeling of his belly squishing and grinding against you make you even needier.
"Elvis...more" you say weakly, and he gladly obeys. His hips pushes harder against yours, and his balls start hitting your bum gently. He lifts his head from the crook of your neck to face you, and gazes deeply into your eyes. His face contorts in pleasure, and he gasps widely. Your eyes roll back at the sight of him in such intense pleasure, and you can't help but pull him down to you and take his cheek into your mouth to suck and bite it, but not hurting him. He groans loudly, and presses you down as he kisses and sucks you all over your face eagerly, leaving wet marks of his sweat and saliva. His kisses get interrupted by a loud moan escaping his mouth, and he speeds up, his hips now slamming against you, making his delicious and sweaty flesh jiggle above you. The sight of it captures your attention; his round and soft and hot belly, with the sweaty hair sticking to it, grinding against you, and his round man tiddies covered in perfect chest hair, with his pink little nipples. As the pleasure grows more and more intense, his meat seems too tempting not to be sucked. You push his torso down onto you, and he moans loudly the moment you bite down on his left nipple, and his movements speeds up more. He's now pumping his hips into you furiously, ecstatic waves of pleasure hitting you both over and over again. You press your face into his tiddy, sucking roughly on his nipple, trying to be as close to him as possible.
"Y/n..." he says between heavy breathes "I don't think I can take more" his whole body is shaking, and he's pushing hard into you.
He's starting to cry out in extreme pleasure, and it fuels your arousal too. You both moan and tremble together, your pleasure becoming too much to handle. "AAAHHHHHHH!!!" He slams hard into you, and you can feel his warm seed filling your womb, and that was the only thing you need to reach your peak too.
"AAAHHHHH!!!" you scream brightly as your lady juices coats his manhood, and he collapses on top of you, both breathing heavily.
After you have gotten your breaths back, Elvis hugs you and whimpers softly.
"You did amazing" you whisper to him, and you gently stroke his soft back.
I feel like this lacks detail:(
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Shrunken Summoner Supports
So while I absolutely hate the idea of loyalty FEH pass perks and think it's pretty pathetic of I$, the fact that summoner supports are being extended to allow for 5 slots has me thinking a lot lmao. Cause I have been wanting to support Seteth for so long and also Freyr has grabbed me by the throat out of nowhere. Also, I am a whore for like stories with bunches of characters (or any sort of media in general) and I am double the whore for harems so expect at least some more stories involving these six ahsvsjsbsj
Decided a story with micro first cause micro kinda cute at times and also I find it a bit easier. This is a sorta continuation to this story. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy my usual bullshit lmao.
"I've got some new roommates for y'all," Kiran barges through his own door to his room, a spring in his step as he makes his announcement.
The receivers of Kiran's news remain seated even as he rushes towards them. Though they have little choice in the say, unable to get up long ago. Kiran's summoner supported heroes are far different from their once normal size. The heroes are absolutely diminutive, Grima, Tibarn, and Corrin shrunken quite some time ago. While the three had been varying degrees of pudgy back when their heights were normal, the already portly heroes had been forced copious amounts of food. At least relative to their pocket-sized figures, a meager morsel of snacks far more than adequate to fill up their gullets and more.
Kiran suddenly able to summoner support even more heroes, his decision had been immediate. He formed a support with all three of Seteth, Freyr, and Duma only a few moments after the discovery. Spending time with them to strengthen his bonds, his next decision upon reaching an S rank had been acted upon just as swiftly as his decision to support them. Deciding to have them meet his original summoner supports, Kiran had shrunk the three down as well.
Seteth squirms in Kiran's hand; the tiny, green haired man is easily overpowered simply by Kiran's gentle grip. The world of Zenith a strange place, even Seteth had never expected quite such a strange sudden occurrence. Summoned after Kiran's initial supports, he had no idea that such a thing even existed right until he had been promptly shrunken down after Kiran's confession to him. Seteth's figure has a new bit of heft from his time with Kiran. His flat stomach is now a paunch; the small, chubby belly is incomparable to the others, however. His belt is no longer nipped at the waist to help accommodate for the extra bit of plushness to his body. His buttons are slightly strained from the small mass of fat, but his appearance is overall the same minus his new miniature body. Held in Kiran's hand, Seteth's entire body is firmly yet carefully wrapped by the summoner's digits. He huffs in frustration, unable to move at all.
Freyr in Kiran's other hand, the dream-king maintains a complete sense of composure. Dreams a possible portal of insight to the future, the weft and weave of the summoner's fate was impossible to fully predict with all its interlinked intricacies of multiple universes. Though he had seen even this possibility, such off shoot opportunities all seen by Freyr. But even he could not imagine that Kiran would follow through with such a miniscule possibility, his tiny body now resembles such odds. Rather portly, his gut rests in his lap as he serenely sits in the summoner's open palm. Wearing much less clothes than usual, the lower half of his pristine, white garment drapes over his lower half. The slit of it exposes most of his thick left leg. An array of gold jewelry is overlaid his upper body.. A strip of fabric is draped over his right shoulder, his doughy onset of a chest covered alongside most of his arm. He has a gold bracelet on both arms and legs, a gold strap holding his shawl in place. Though his bit of flab is slightly squeezed by all the metal adornments.
Right next to Freyr in Kiran's open palm is Duma. Too everyone's surprise, Kiran included, the divine dragon takes the change in stride. Or moderate stride, considering his immense pride and ego. With a deep scowl on his face and crossed arms, Duma's dissatisfaction is something he doesn't act upon. Duma can at least understand when he is unable to do much. But he is far from pleased with the situation. As he stews in his anger, Duma grimaces while he looks down at himself. All of Duma's armor is now gone. The ornate gold could still be worn back when he used to be 6'6", even with the added heft from his chubby figure, but simply wearing his clothes underneath his armor made things much easier. So now, all Duma wears is his black mockneck — a typical outfit due to Rigel's harsh cold — and a pair of thick pants more akin to leggings than anything. Duma's clothes are filled out nicely by mostly muscle. The miniature dragon still holds a beefy, muscular body. He just now has a small layer of flab to accompany his now miniature figure.
"And here we are," Careful to not raise his voice too much, lest he hurt the tiny heroes' eardrums. Kiran brims with contentment, his chest puffed out as he places Seteth, Freyr, and Duma down.
Grima, Tibarn, and Corrin having originally been placed on Kiran's desk, the small wooden space had become a tad bit too confining for their growing bodies. Rather than cutting back on feeding them, Kiran had made the easy decision to upsize their space and gave them a whole king mattress to relax on. However, the once ample room is no longer as plentiful as it once was; Kiran already plans another upsizing to help with the addition of three more tiny heroes. Though the astonishing weight of the current inhabitants plays a bigger part of the issue of space.
Three hundred pounds sounding like a low-ball on Tibarn's weight back when he was an adonis of a man, the current two hundred or so pounds on his miniature frame leaves him as nothing more than a completely butterball. His fat, blubbery thighs and ass give him some extra height as he sits down. Though his great, wide gut surges out far in front of him, his cherubic face obscured from the other's sights. The sandy skin causes the mattress to sag, the overfilled gut surging out fat from where Tibarn’s face is. His overstuffed breasts and arms rest atop his gut, giving him somewhat of a shape. Albeit the shape of bunches of lard stacked on itself. Unable to move on his own dozens of pounds ago, his wings serve the same exact purpose as the rest of his body. None. His backside is littered with an abundance of backrolls, they seep on down to his ass, the two overstuffed buttocks lacking a semblance of shape. His once great wings even seem laughably small, what with his doughy back spreading out farther than them to contain so much mass in such a tiny, compact form. Only able to give them the occasional flap before tuckering himself out, Tibarn's wings remain nothing more than an adornment. His hands stuck in the same situation, the sausagey digits are mostly sunken into the billowing fat of his arms. His thighs have the same effect on his legs. Unable to do anything besides eating, Kiran had embraced it, feeding Tibarn non-stop. Thankfully, even at such a titanic weight for his size, the cost effective nature of it means that Kiran only has to feed Tibarn around the same amount of food as a regular person. A feeding tube is permanently affixed to his mouth. The tube is nothing more than a straw. Kiran has a jar holding some liquid attached to it, the substance forced down Tibarn's throat during every waking moment and even during each sleeping moment. Though Kiran guesses it isn't all that forced as it once was with a few moans escaping Tibarn every once in a while.
"Kiran!" Seteth shouts at the top of his lungs but the impassioned yell that comes out is more akin to an adorable squeak. "I demand you change us all back! Such depraved inanity is ill-befitting of you!" Craning his neck to stare directly at Kiran's face, Seteth holds his glare.
Duma makes zero demands. Duma is seated, his neck straining to look up at the towering Kiran in front of him. Duma is completely silent. He refuses to debase himself by begging, even if he knows Kiran can easily revert his situation and the others with a simple action. So he simply waits for an opportunity, not that expects one to happen.He smirks at Seteth’s actions, the lesser dragon only making himself an easier and louder target.
Freyr remains impassive at the sight, this too a foreseen possibility involved in his glimpses into Kiran's future. But he figures calling it a possibility is a mistake, this path now one set in stone just like his own future that'll soon follow the same path. No real danger or harm coming out of said visions, the same lack of threat present in all other now debunked possible futures, he has no reason to fear or be concerned. Even as Seteth implores Kiran, Freyr maintains neutrality from knowing that such a possibility of Kiran giving in doesn't exist.
“I presume you two understand the sheer ridiculousness of this?” Seteth abruptly turns to Duma and Freyr. Kiran refusing to budge, a cheery smile stuck to his face as Seteth argues, Seteth turns to the only possible help he has. “And the violations of our own agency to do this against our will,”
“To speak of agency when all of us are ultimately bound to a contract is fruitless. I have seen the rifts of fate and while we can shape what comes next, know that there is nothing to be done about the current predicament we find ourselves in. Though regardless of our actions, no harm shall befall any of us,” Figuring anymore is pointless, Freyr sits down.
Bewildered, Seteth’s mouth is agape for a few fleeting moments. One last hope left, he expectantly looks at Duma.
“Hmph,” Duma crosses his arms, his biceps bulging against each other. “There is nothing to be done, the weak have no right to make demands from those stronger than them,” Duma’s lips tighten. The veins on his biceps seem more prominent as they press more tightly against each other.
“See, they get it,” Kiran extends a hand. He pats Freyr’s head with his index finger. He hands him a small piece of chocolate, the tiny portion filling up Freyr’s entire lap. Freyr nibbles at it, slowly chipping away at the chocolate with zero care. Kiran passes a similar chocolate to Duma who ignores the snack that is so gigantic next to him.
“Well,” Seteth straightens his outfit with an indignant huff. “If no one is going to help me, I am going to resolve this some other way then,” Walking off, he only manages a sad three paces before Kiran grabs him by the collar of his shirt.
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” He fails to stifle the small burst of laughter. “You just gotta relax and enjoy yourself,” Placing Seteth back down, Kiran knocks him down with a mere tap on his stomach. Holding him in place with his thumb, he rummages around with his free hand. “You shouldn’t be as big a problem as Tibarn since you don’t have any wings, but better to be safe than to be sorry,” Kiran grabs a clear plastic tupperware to place on the bed. He then plops down Seteth right in the middle of it. “You gotta be kept in here ‘till you come around. Or you can’t move either works,” A cheerful smile remains on his face throughout the entirety; Kiran has zero ounce of malice despite detaining Seteth. “Tibarn’s always been unruly and since he can fly,,, Well, you get what I mean,”
Seteth pounds away at the plastic holding him back, the tupperware refusing to budge an inch. He continues this for some time even as the only thing that changes is his increasingly tired state.
“It won’t be so bad. Even he gets a kick out of it now. And Grima didn’t need convincing at all,” Kiran points to another miniature blob for a person.
Where Tibarn could somewhat be claimed to have the barest passing of a person, Grima has none of that. Fat simply billows out in all directions it can. His feet and hands are completely smothered under dozens of rolls of ringed fat that meld into one another. Not that there is any need for his appendages, Grima only requiring his mouth to obtain sustenance. The pale blubber of his arms and legs ooze out on the sides, the massively wide limbs stuck on top of his jutting handles and stuck below his mammontine thighs respectively. His gut alone takes up nearly half the width of the mattress’, the humongous stomach stuffed with so much lard. An abundance of rolls line the entirety of it, slabs of fat making up his rolls that only stack on top of each other in a pathetic attempt of fighting for space. His overtaxed ass cheeks take up the other half of the mattress’ width. Lumpy rolls litter his backside just as it does his front. His breasts remain affixed to his great stomach, the two plush piles of pudge oozing out on top of it. Grima’s face is obscured from all of his billowing fat. Though his fat pair of cheeks and seeping rolls of backfat don’t help either. A straw permanently attached to his mouth as well, it leads to a different container from Tibarn’s. The liquid sloshes violently as Grima voraciously drinks away, the only sounds coming from him besides his gurgling gut being his huffing and moaning.
“I think he just likes being the biggest but I don’t mind,” Kiran gazes fondly at Grima. “Anyways, back to you,” He peers down at Seteth.
“Surely your time would be better spent managing Grima and Tibarn!” Seteth stammers out in panic. "You must have your hands full just taking care of just the two of them!"
"Fool. You have the audacity to pointlessly struggle without knowing the situation," Duma’s bit of chocolate has only a few bites taken out of it. Though even those few bites are a lot for his shrunken figure, his paunch a little bit more distended.
"There are three of them," Freyr chimes in addition. His chocolate completely gone, a few huffs escape his lips. His soft jiggly tummy is marginally firmer, the doughy flabby pudge has some resistance as Kiran pokes it.
"Yup. I knew you'd have pieced things together," Another pat offered to Freyr's head, Kiran hands him a single saltine cracker. "Eat up!" Appreciating Freyr’s complacency, Kiran keeps an eye on the much more silent Duma. He doesn’t expect Duma to attempt anything, so he simply allows him to do as he pleases so long as he doesn’t act up.
Getting tired of the situation, Seteth speaks up. "Don't tell me, he's even bigger than the other two or something?" He scoffs in frustration as he takes a seat.
"Hmm? Oh no. Corrin, come on out!" Kiran calls for him, expectantly waiting. Originally hiding behind the masses of fat that Tibarn and Grima are due to the sudden arrival of extra guests, Corrin peers his head out from behind Tibarn's lard. "Oh, no need to be afraid, you can't possibly hurt anyone at your size," Kiran beckoning Corrin forward, he does so upon the light soothing.
Far from the shapeless stack of pancakes like the other two, Corrin is still mobile —albeit at the near cusp of immobility. His great plush lard jutting out in all directions, his clothes are in complete tatters. His waterfall of a gut sags on down to nearly touch the floor even as he stands, the sagging fat reaching all the way down to his calves. His thighs are thicker than Seteth twice over; the blubbery cylinders for legs are stuck to one another. His arms rest at an angle from his plush love handles that jut out form the sides of his fatty stomach. His ass juts out from behind him, the sagging mounds of fat obtaining a squarish shape due to the pounds upon pounds of lard crammed inside his rear. His chest somehow maintains a sense of shape, the two soft, plush breasts not quite sagging as the rest of his corpulent frame. His face is absolutely round. His cheeks puff out as he slowly begins his waddle forward. His entire frame wobbles with each precarious step forward. Slower than molasses, he has to carefully swing his legs to the side for each step with his massive gut in the way. And even then, the meaty flab slaps against his thighs. Every single portion of his doughy figure is jostled from every arduous step he takes, fat slapping into fat. A couple of steps is always followed by a pause and a bundle of wheezes and pants. His draconic tail that once was always in the air now simply is dragged behind him, Corrin's extra appendage even a bit heftier from his weight.
"Come on, just a little closer," Kiran coos. "Then you can have some nice refreshing treats,"
Corrin lazily nods his head, his chins and necks mushing together.
Seteth not as shocked upon Corrin's size as Grima's or Tibarn's, he still remains flabbergasted from the sheer sight of seeing such a massive man still able to walk despite Corrin's pathetic lethargy. His shock slowly vanishes as Corrin plops his obese self down in between Freyr and Duma.
"I knew you still had it in you," Kiran ruffles Corrin's silvery mop of hair. He places a large cup right besides Corrin, in front of him too far away with his gut in the way. A scoop of strawberry ice cream inside, Kiran also hands Corrin a teensy spoon. "Something to cool you down," He also hands Freyr a spoon who promptly goes to stand beside it and dig in as well. Although he takes smaller, more restrained bites whereas Corrin grabs and eats as fast as his fat arms allow him to. Duma still takes small bites of his half eaten chocolate.
"So, anyways, I already got three to look after, doubling up won't hurt one bit. And I especially don't mind looking after you," Unwilling to wait any longer, he places a slice of cake inside the tupperware. A regularly sized piece of carrot cake next to Seteth, the cake completely dwarfs him. "Now, make sure you finish every last bit!" Kiran stands up. Stretching his back a bit, he heads off somewhere else.
Seteth's little tummy grumbles; he stares at the slice of cake. Having skipped breakfast due to Kiran’s insistence on needing to speak with him, Seteth can feel his hunger worsening. Realizing that this too had been part of Kiran’s plan, Seteth holds off for a few minutes before tearing off a small chunk of cake to eat.
A few months passing by, the extra three additions of shrunken heroes had effectively changed nothing for Kiran or for the rest of them. Food, food, and more food available for all of them, most of their days entail that and only that. Grima and Tibarn titanic compared to the rest, Tibarn had actually managed to catch up to Grima's crushing size. Kiran had brought another mattress for the group of five. Their fat billows out on all sides. Their limbs are buried under their blubber. The same is true for their heads, their swollen cheeks taking up most of the space and the fat from their backs rolling up to partially obscure their foreheads. Tibarn and Grima are nothing more than miniature blobs of fat, the two tiny heroes take up the near entirety of one of the mattresses, Corrin, Seteth, Freyr and Duma being relegated to the other mattress. Not that Tibarn and Grima care, the two in complete and utter enjoyment of their size as they try to outdo the other. Corrin is far from the size of the other two, the tiny dragon immobile as well. A straw for a feeding tube is always attached to his mouth just like Grima and Tibarn. He happily guzzles away at his food. Sharing a mattress with the other three heroes, Corrin is the largest of the four by far, his fat oozing in all directions unlike the three smaller heroes. Seteth brought to immobility as well, he had outgrown the tupperware a fair amount of time ago. Not quite on the same level of excitement as the rest of them, he has a near pout on his face from his overstuffed state, Seteth groaning and wheezing often. His clothes useless long ago, his fair skinned lard is a neat blubbery pile of lard. Freyr is the second smallest out of all six of them. Unlike all the others besides Duma, the dream-king is actually still mobile. Only rather obese, his clothes still fit him, the massive slit skirt and half-shawl still wearable despite his bottom heavy figure. His accessories all gone now, he has a single new one, a radiant blue medallion for a necklace. Currently not eating anything, his willing nature had meant he wasn't force fed around the clock like Seteth. Duma even thinner than Freyr, his smallest size out of the six doesn’t mean too much considering his once muscular form is now replaced with plush fat. He is past chubby or pudgy and is now fat. Duma is large all around. He has a doughy plump stomach that presses against his too tight shirt and a pair of round, flabby moobs that are no longer new. His arms are also wide from the added poundage, the sleeves of his mock neck straining just like the rest of his top. His lower half is also equally as doughy with thighs that press against each other and an ass that bounces and wobbles with any sort of above average physicality. Just like Freyr, Duma has a new accessory as well, The same silvery shape and design, his is the same as Freyr’s in every way besides being crimson red.
Both Duma and Freyr glance up as Kiran's attention shifts away from his inventory papers and over to them.
"I may be able to ponder into untapped possibilities, but that offers me no insight into such streams of fate," Freyr opens his eyes, the golden sheen of his irises peering up at Kiran. "So why is it that you decided upon this?"
"Cause I think it's cute," Kiran responds without a pause. He smiles down at Freyr. "Besides, I could always reverse all this at any time,"
“Cute? Nonsense,” Duma scoffs at Kiran’s admission. The admission completely unsurprising, he still refuses to accept the reasoning despite Kiran’s actions completely falling in line with it. “What could possibly be cute about becoming useless piles of lard,”
“What? People have different tastes,” Kiran pokes Duma’s flabby gut. He puts up no resistance besides a grumble in the back of his month. “And you may be loath to admit it, but even I know that you would have attempted something no matter how impossible the odds. And well,” Kiran smirks down at Duma, the dragon in flustered silence.
"Kiran,,," Seteth groans out upon hearing the summoner. His stomach churns from the taxing food stuffed down his gullet.
"It's okay," Careful to not disturb him too much, Kiran gently rubs Seteth's distended gut with his pinky finger. A few small burps and huffs escape past his lips as Kiran works his magic. Freyr and Duma watches as Kiran coaxes and calms Seteth's turbulent tummy for a few moments before Seteth's stomach soon calms down.
"Thanks,,," Seteth burps out once more, his stomach already less overly filled as it was earlier.
"Anytime," Kiran turns his attention back to the other two. "I'll be back soon, gonna grab some actual food for y'all. Hold down the fort for me," Kiran snaps his fingers with a small trickle of magic infused into the action. Freyr's and Duma’s necklace glow, the enchanted gem placed in the two meant to call Kiran in case of an emergency. Freyr and Duma left on their own, Freyr simply rests against the side of Corrin's soft billowing gut. Duma is partially off to the side though he eventually moves in a bit closer. The two glancing at the others, the mountains of blubber for four men fill most of their vision. Partially finding enjoyment in this himself, Freyr just pats his gut in anticipation of more food while Duma huffs with a blush.
#my writing#male weight gain#fat emblem#feeder emblem#maleweightgain#fat fiction#extreme weight gain#fat!Grima#fat!Tibarn#fat!Corrin#fat!Seteth#fat!Freyr#fat!Duma#my phone already autofills them in absnsbs#the S supports
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Thief In The Night
A little Warrior and The King/Fantastic Beasts crossover story, because who doesn’t like nifflers? And can you imagine one loose in Erebor?
The Warrior and The King MasterList
Warnings: Silliness and shiny things
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“My king, what are you thinking about?” Kaylea Wolf asked, running her foot up the inside of Thorin’s leg. They were in his office, drinking coffee and looking over some old maps, Kaylea was sitting on the edge of his desk. Thorin Oakenshield looked up at her with a soft smile, about to reply when his wife suddenly appeared in the doorway.
“What have you done with my jewelry?” She demanded, pointedly not looking in Kaylea’s direction.
Thorin scowled at her. “Why would I do anything with your jewelry?”
Shurri drew herself up, her hands on her hips. “It is all gone! Even all the jewels on my dresses. What is the meaning of this?”
“Why do you assume I had anything to do with it?” Thorin replied angrily. He glanced at Kaylea, saw her incline her head towards the door. “Show me.”
Shurri snorted, turned on her heel and stalked off towards her apartments. Thorin followed, with Kaylea a few steps behind. When they reached her rooms Thorin could see the place looked almost as if it had been burgled; drawers open, clothes strewn about.
Kaylea scanned the scene from the doorway, knowing the Queen would not want her inside. “How long was your majesty away from your rooms?”
Shurri’s eyes flicked toward her briefly, not wanting to acknowledge Thorin’s Woman. Suddenly there was a shriek from the hallway. Thorin was immediately out the door, he and Kaylea hurrying down the corridor. Freya, Thorin’s daughter, was standing in the door of her apartments, her face white.
“Someone has been in my room!” She exclaimed as soon as she saw her father. “All my jewelry is gone!”
Kaylea quickly walked through her apartments, the scene was the same as the Queen’s. Freya’s jewelry chest was open and empty, as she stopped to inspect it she caught a glimpse of something small and black disappearing under the wardrobe.
“Do you have a cat, your highness?” Kaylea asked, moving slowly towards the wardrobe.
“Puss is just there,” Freya replied, motioning to the tabby cat regarding them quietly from the bed.
“Another cat. A black one?” Kaylea slowly knelt down.
“No.” Freya shook her head. “What are you doing?”
Kaylea knelt and lowered her head to the floor. There was a black creature under the wardrobe, not a cat. It was chubby and soft looking, had a bill like a duck, bright eyes and almost human hands. As soon as she laid eyes on it the creature shot across the room and past Thorin out the door, without giving anyone time to react. It was amazingly fast.
“What in Mahal’s name is that?” Thorin asked, as they hurried to follow it. When they got to the hall it was already far up the stairs. “It is heading towards my rooms!”
Kaylea paused, sending a mental call to Ajax to come to her. She knew he was in the city, probably down in the kitchens looking for a handout. She felt the touch of his mind and knew he was on his way as she followed Thorin up the stairs. Thorin stormed through his rooms, opening the door to his bedroom to find an extraordinary sight. The little creature was sitting on his dresser, all the drawers were open and it seemed to be stuffing rings into its pouch. As soon as it saw them it disappeared over the mirror. The little animal was fast.
Thorin looked over his things. “It has my crown,” he said. “Where did it put it? It certainly was not wearing it.”
Kaylea closed the door. Thorin’s apartments were huge and as fast as that animal was, it could be anywhere. “I guess that pouch is much bigger than it looks,” she said. “You have never heard of this animal?”
Thorin shook his head, bending down to look under the furniture. “I have no idea what it is, but I want my things back.” His face was dark.
They split up, each taking a side of the room, moving slowly, inspecting every place it could be hiding. Suddenly Kaylea saw Thorin lunge forward, the little creature was running around the bed, heading for the door. Kaylea jumped and got a hand on it, but it flowed out of her grasp then flattened itself to slip under the door. She pulled the door open to see the creature frozen in the middle of the room, staring at Freya standing in the doorway to the hall.
“Do not hurt it! Look how cute it is!” She knelt down, holding her hand out. “Come here, I will not hurt you.”
Kaylea watched as the little animal took a few steps towards her. She realized it was not focused on her face, but her necklace, swinging free from her neck as she bent over. In what seemed like one smooth motion the creature jumped forward, grabbed her necklace, stuffed it in its pouch and made a break for the door. Freya grabbed at it, but missed. Thorin and Kaylea ran past her, the animal was already far down the hall. They chased it through the princes’ apartments, then saw it start down another stairway only to suddenly back up. Ajax was coming up the stairs, his yellow eyes fixed on the little creature. It looked quickly back at Kaylea, then the wolf, considering its options. It chose the stairs and ran right at Ajax, he grabbed it in his jaws, the animal squeaked loudly and somehow freed itself, shooting between the wolf’s legs and away. All three of them ran after it, into the Hall of Kings. Kaylea saw it pause and run straight for the throne.
“The Arkenstone,” she said quietly.
“I think not,” Thorin said, his voice murderous. He realized he still had the piece of quartz in his pocket he had picked up in the mine that morning. Quickly judging the distance, he pitched it at the running animal, the rock hit it square on the shoulder and sent it sprawling. Ajax, who was close behind, was on it in a flash. This time he held it down with his paws, holding its head in his mouth. Thorin immediately grabbed the creature by its feet, giving it a sharp shake.
“Give me back my things, you little shit,” he growled. The Raven Crown fell out of the animal’s pouch and rolled across the floor, accompanied by several rings and chains. Thorin handed it to Kaylea and stooped to pick up his crown. The thing had fur like ruffled velvet and was incredible slippery, but she found its feet were easy to hold on to. It was very much heavier than it looked, she was amazed it could move so fast loaded down with jewelry. The animal kept curling up, chittering softly, as if to protect its pouch. Kaylea held it by one foot and poked its belly, this seemed to tickle it so she poked it harder. As she did so a stream of jewels and jewelry began to flow out onto the floor.
Thorin looked at the growing pile. “I am going to boil that thing alive.”
“Do not say that, father!” Freya exclaimed breathlessly as she came up. She was fascinated with the little creature. “I do not think it meant any harm. It just likes shiny things! And look how cute!”
“Cute,” Kaylea said. “And not something that should be running loose around Erebor. Imagine if it got into the treasury.”
Shurri strode up behind Freya, her face astonished at the pile of gems and jewelry the creature has stashed in its pouch. “Where did this thing come from?”
Kaylea glanced at Thorin. “Any ideas, your majesty?”
Thorin looked thoughtful. “Not yet. I wonder if it was deliberately sent here to steal the Arkenstone, or the treasury, or both.”
“Possible, but it acts like a wild animal,” Kaylea said. “And it is certainly not the only creature to be attracted to shiny things.”
“Can I keep it?” Freya asked hopefully, giving her father a pleading look.
“Absolutely not,” Thorin frowned at her. His daughter was such a lover of animals. He would prefer to wring the thing’s neck and be done with it.
“I will take care of it,” Kaylea said, grabbing the animal by both feet and giving it a sharp shake, as Thorin had done. Shurri’s best necklace fell out on the pile. “I have a way to keep it safe. Find out if it belongs to anyone, and if there are more of them.”
When they had recovered all the family’s jewelry, and much more they did not recognize, Kaylea walked back to her quarters, holding the animal by its foot. Ajax walked close beside her, ready if the creature wiggled out of her grasp. The little animal made soft squeaking noises, trying to free itself. Then it spotted the mithril beads she wore on her braids and tried to climb up her arm to get them. Once in her rooms Kaylea put the animal in a stasis box, there was no way it could escape and Erebor would be safe. As she watched the lights on the box turn green to indicate the animal was safely contained, she could not help wondering if it really could have fit the whole treasury of Erebor in its pouch.
The next day many enquiries were made and the city thoroughly searched. Erebor was a great center of trade and there were always many people coming and going, but no one admitted to losing an animal. It was possible its owner had moved on not knowing it was missing. More importantly, they did not find any more of them. Freya badgered Kaylea with questions. Was the creature getting enough to eat? Could she see it? Kaylea politely put her off, reassuring her the animal was getting the best care and she would not try to convince her father to let her keep it.
Late that evening, Thorin and Kaylea were walking along the battlements when they saw a familiar figure approaching. There was no mistaking Radagast the Brown, even at a distance. Tall and lean, his brown robes showing the signs of long travel, a goshawk on his shoulder and a spring of oak in his short-brimmed felt hat.
Kaylea bowed as the wizard came up. “Radagast the Brown, what a surprise to find you in Erebor!”
The Brown wizard smiled. “Yes, I would not be here if my errand was not urgent. The Lonely Mountain is beautiful, but this city gives me a headache. Anyway, an associate of mine has…ah, misplaced…one of his animals. Have any of your jewels gone missing, your majesty?”
Thorin scowled. “Only my wife’s, my daughter’s and my own. We caught it before it got any further.”
“So, you have it! That is good news!” Radagast nodded quickly. “An unfortunate lapse in judgement on my friend’s part. You should never bring a niffler anywhere near a Dwarf city! Goodness, no!”
“A niffler?” Kaylea asked. “Is that what it is called?”
The wizard smiled. “Yes. Harmless little creatures really. But they do love precious things.”
“They certainly seem able to steal a great many,” Thorin scowled at the wizard. “Where do they come from?”
Radagast put on his best mysterious wizard look. “There are many creatures in Middle Earth that live unseen alongside us. The niffler is one.”
Kaylea smiled. “I would not dispute that, but this creature has no equal as a thief. What does this associate of yours do with it?”
“He has a scholarly interest in magical creatures,” Radagast explained. “And he does keep quite a few of them, but he is an honest man. He came to the mountain looking for a particular animal on the high slopes, I ran into him searching the forest for his lost niffler. Of course, I knew immediately where it had gone. He was completely unaware there was a city on the other side of the mountain, like me he spends most of his time away from them.” The wizard chuckled. “I told him I would retrieve his animal, as I am known here and he is not.”
“I want that thing out of my city. I will hand it into your keeping if you promise you can prevent it from getting loose again,” Thorin said. “And if you take it far from here and give me your word it will not come back.”
“You have my word,” the wizard replied solemnly.
Kaylea led the way to her quarters. Radagast gave her a startled look when he saw the stasis box. “A magical box for a magical creature,” Kaylea explained, laying the flat square of metal on the table. “I trust you have a way of catching this thing when I open it.”
She touched the edge, there was a shimmer of blue light and the niffler appeared. It looked at them and started to launch itself, but Radagast held out a hand and spoke a few words. The little creature happily sat back and let the wizard put it in his robe. Radagast gave Kaylea’s box a curious glance.
“What it that, if I may ask?” He asked. “I have never seen the like.”
“Something from my homeland,” Kaylea said, slipping the box into a drawer. “You might say it is a place of many wonders.”
Radagast laughed. “Since you come from there also, I must agree! Thank you both, I will be on my way. And do not worry, your majesty, you will not be bothered by this niffler again.” He bowed to Thorin and took his leave, striding purposely along the gallery towards the gates.
“For a wizard, he is not so bad,” Thorin said thoughtfully, watching his retreating back. “Though it does concern me we have never seen one of these creatures before. I hope there are not many more of them.”
“I cannot imagine they are very common,” Kaylea said, leaning against the doorframe. “If they were the Dwarves would have encountered them long ago.”
“That is true enough,” he turned toward Kaylea with a mischievous smile. “It occurs to me I never did answer your question the other day.”
“Mmmm…,” Kaylea responded, running her fingers down his braid. “Then shall we finish that conversation?”
“Talking is not exactly what I had in mind,” Thorin slapped her playfully on the butt as he followed her into her quarters and shut the door.
#fanfiction#crossover#the hobbit#fantastic beasts#thorin x oc#thewarriorandtheking#thorin oakenshield#niffler#nifflers are cool#king under the mountain#wizarding world
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please show us anything from your chubby!harry tattoo artist AU?? louis admiring harry’s tats while also (sneakily) admiring his body? the cute attempted wooing?? im so endeared by the idea 🥺
your wish is my command
(nsfw text mildly – there are f*male pr*senting n*pples)
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“Louis,” Niall barked, “Come say hi to the new hire.”
“I’m in the middle of piercing a nipple, fuck off and give me a second,” he snapped. His voice softened as he looked at his client, “You doing good, love? You need some water or anything you let me know.”
“Yeah, I’m alright, Lou,” she said with a smile.
“That a girl, you’re a pro, darling,” he said.
He slid out the long needle from her nipple, holding it carefully, then went over to the rest of his station to get the jewelry and his cleaning solution. He put in the jewelry and cleaned her up, and then gave her a smile.
“I’ll be right back, I’ll let you relax for a bit. The boss is breathing down my fucking neck, but you let me know if you need anything, okay?”
He gave her one last smile and then emerged into the hallway, pushing against the curtain guarding his station as he came out.
“For god’s sake, okay, fine, I’m here,” Louis huffed.
“Jesus, took you long enough,” Niall said, crossing his arms and nodding his head to his left, “Louis, this is Harry, he’s going to be starting tomorrow.”
Louis looked over and blinked.
The new hire was tall, at least half a foot taller than Louis, even though he was standing relaxed, his thumbs in the loops of his jeans and his weight leaned on one leg. He had on a baggy sweatshirt from a tattooing conference, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, enough for Louis to catch glimpses of his colorful, classic American ink, and a snapback over his curly hair. He was heavier, with a padded face spotted in stubble and a round belly that pushed out his sweatshirt, the fabric hugging over his stomach and chest.
Louis barely remembered Niall was still talking as he looked at him
“Harry, this is Louis, he’s our best piercer. He’s also our worst.”
“That’s his very funny way of saying I am our only piercer, which definitely does not get old,” Louis said as he reached out a hand, “Hi, Harry. It’s nice to meet you.”
Harry reached out and clasped Louis’s hand, his grip tight and his eye contact firm.
“Hey,” Harry smiled, and Louis caught a glimpse of silver on his tongue.
Harry twisted Louis’s arm gently, then, looking at the ink on Louis’s forearm.
“That’s sick stuff,” he nodded, “Where’d you get it?”
“Oh,” Louis said, touching his forearm, over the tarot card design of two naked men, “I got it at a conference in LA, actually.”
“It’s good shit,” Harry said, letting go of his arm, “You have good taste.”
Yes, yes I do, Louis thought.
“Thanks,” he managed, licking his lips.
“Well,” Niall said, a bit too loudly, “Harry’s gonna shadow me at my station for the day just to get more of a grip on things, so, we should head over. Got a big project at 1.”
Niall nodded to the back of the shop, in the general direction of his station.
“Harry, why don’t you head back. I gotta ask Louis something real quick and then I’ll be back.”
“Right, sounds good,” Harry said as he smiled again at Louis, “It was nice to meet you, mate. I’ll see you around.”[if !supportLineBreakNewLine][endif]
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll…I’ll see you,” Louis offered weakly.
He watched Harry walk to the back of the shop, and then turned back to Niall, who was just grinning at him.
“What?” Louis snapped.
“I am going to formally request that you wait a minimum of seven to ten business days before you fuck the new guy,” Niall said, “You remember what happened with Steven.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Louis scoffed. He turned around, already pushing back his station curtain, “And I have a three in one diath, helix, and tragus this afternoon so don’t fucking bother me, okay?”
“Okayyyy,” Niall sang, “You just remember what I said!”
Louis put his hand at his lower back and flashed his middle finger as he pushed back his curtain, hoping his face wasn’t burning too badly.
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Gift of Love
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Summary: Gideon missed the mother's day with Belle because of a really sweet - and for him, a really annoying - reason, but it doesn't mean they can't make it for the lost time and Rumplestiltskin will help with it.
Notes: Written specially for the @rumbellemdm, which finally made me write for my favourite couple after months, so YAY! I hope everyone enjoy it, this is a very sweet family fic that I loved writing.
What is a gift of love? Some people would say it is partnership and devotion, other - the most pretentious ones - would guess it was some piece of jewelry or anything made out of gold, and in some cases you could hear some saying it was the bliss found in one's arms. However, although all of these could be considered gifts, none of them is the only and one, gift of love, the present that can only come from the pure passion between two human beings. The ultimate gift of love, is a child.
Of all people in this world, Rumplestiltskin understood the importance of bringing someone entirely new to life, he had lost two children and got his heartbroken by their absence. It was all in the past now, of course, but he only got one of his sons back and his heart would lack his Baelfire until the end of his days, but it wasn't enough motive to make him bitter and dark anymore, that thanks to his wife and the best mother he knew, Belle.
Storybrooke wasn't the place he had imagined staying his whole life at, but after many trips, he and Belle had decided it was right to have a home to come back to and raise their family. The pink house had always pleased her, as it did him and most of their memories were there, so when they permanently moved back, it didn't seem strange at all, not even for Gideon who was used to struggle through his first nights in whatever hotel they stayed at. It was really like finally finding the peacefulness of constancy they needed.
Gideon had just turn four which was just another reason for them to decide to settle down, it was time for him to start school and as afraid as they were of how he might react staying away from his parents for so long, the boy was doing great. Rumple was proud of him and was more than happy to be able to pick him up that specific day. His car was full of the silliest stuff that would have only made him roll his eyes some years ago, but that now only made him imagine his wife's happiness when they arrived home. The flowers were a big part of it: a full box of red, white and yellow roses to bring some colour to their house and make everything a bit more special.
He was waiting inside the car, watching as the people slowly gathered in front of the school's gates in that cloudy Monday morning. Gideon had been a bit angry in the day prior, said Granny, who had taken care of him during the weekend for them. His poor boy had a plan for Mother's Day, but life had another, so he hadn't seen his precious mama when he was supposed to fill her with kisses and cuddles. Now, however, with the surprise he had carefully prepared, Rumple hoped everything was going to be alright and Gideon would be more than satisfied with this replacement for the weekend he had lost.
The gates opened and Rumple let most of the parents in before he left the car to follow them in search for his son's class. And there he found him, wearing his cute uniform and holding his Batman bag with pleedy eyes, probably hoping Granny wouldn't come to pick him up again, just like in the last Friday. A big smile crossed his lips when he saw Rumple and ran past his teacher, throwing himself in him papa's arms with a squeal.
"Papa, I was missing you," Gideon whined.
"We saw each other yesterday," Rumplestiltskin pointed out, carrying his son out of the school's building. "You've only slept at Granny's."
The boy with his eyes and his mother's sweetness looked down at the ground, clutching his bag closer. Rumple knew he was sad and wished everything could have turned out as Gideon expected, but it was time for him to understand that some things come for the best and that we doesn't always get exactly what we wanted.
"I want to see my mama," he sniffled. "I've made another card for her today."
"Two cards and a bracelet, huh? Your mother is certainly very lucky," the father answered, kissing his son's forehead. "But you're also lucky, but you're getting to see mama in just a bit."
"So she is home?"
"Aye, my boy," Rumple said with a smile. "Your mother is finally home."
The happiness in Gideon's face was as clear as the bluest sky during Summer break. He jumped out of his father's arms and pulled the car's door open, letting out a surprised grasp when he saw the flowers and the balloons filling the space that was usually empty in there. Gideon threw his back on the bench, sitting up on his car seat, adjusting the belt without even being asked to do it, which was a surprise for Rumple, because they always struggled with the use of that stupid thing.
"Papa," the boy called, pulling at the hem of his overcoat. "Did you buy all of this for mama?"
"I surely did. Do you thing she is going to like it?"
"Of course!"
Ruffling his hair, Rumple locked the door and set himself in front of the steering wheel, finally driving them home.
Right in front of the house, was parked a cute little blue car, Belle's most recent acquisition, although she wasn't really fond of driving and preferred to watch the road from the passenger's seat, she had insisted that it would now be needed and Rumple was more than happy to give her another thing that could make his daring wife feel free. Gideon, who was used to see her listening to some music and reading a book inside the car rather than driving, immediately rose from his own seat to peek a look through the windows, just to find out the other vehicle was empty. He made an angry noise, crossing his arms and kicking his bag in deception, a feeling that Rumplestiltskin could very well understand, as he also hated to stay away from his Belle.
"Calm down, son," he said in his wisest voice. "Your mother is just inside the house waiting for you."
Gideon nodded, still a bit torn. They parked the car and Rumple started picking up the things he had brought, but even before he could have picked up the second box of flowers, Gideon slipped out of the car and ran towards their house, entering it as if he was a hurricane.
Rolling his eyes, the pawnbroker continued his work, locking the Cadillac before he managed to enter his home with all that baggage in his arms, but once inside there, he was rewarded with the amazing sound of his wife and his son's laughs, that sound of happiness that always reminded him of how lucky he was. And, as he didn't want to bother them now, when they were just meeting after that first long - not that long - separation, Rumple prepared the living room, settling down the roses, the balloons and serving the cupcakes in their best china, just the way Belle would do had she been preparing something like this.
Then, when the laughs had become a lower conversation, he followed their sound through the house and on to the backyard where he finally found them. It was the most beautiful image he had ever seen in his whole life, like a glimpse of Heaven. A giant tea towel was stretched out on the grass, Belle laying above it under the sunset, wearing silly black leggings and a long blue blouse, her hair forming a dark pillow under her head. She was beauty and their four-year-old son wrapped around her arms was just what joy could be described as. A warm smile formed on his lips as Rumplestiltskin got closer, admiring his family and settling his curious glare on the Moses basket that laid beside them.
The pink blanket was falling out of it, just as did one little hand. He got even closer and kneeled to brush his fingers ever so softly on the baby's chubby rosy cheeks before picking her up and bringing her close to his chest where his heart beated fastly at every new breath of that new life. He run his nose along her face and kissed her eyelids, watching as she yawned and brought a fist up to her mouth so she could suck something.
"I don't think I've ever seen you so awestruck in my whole life, Rum," Belle said lazily, cuddling Gideon closer. "I'm probably the second girl in your life now."
He let out a laugh, adjusting Rosie's weight in his arms before benting down to kiss Belle's lips, which made Gideon make a disgusted noise.
"You'll always be the first, sweetheart, after all it was you who gave me her, wasn't it?"
"What about me?" asked Gideon, his head appearing between them and making them both laugh.
Belle sat up, holding him in her arms just like she did when he was a baby, wrapped in blankets just as his newborn sister was. She filled his face with butterfly kisses and tickled his belly, almost making the boy lose his air before she stopped, looking at their son with the same adoration that Rumple had probably been looking at their daughter.
"We will always love you, Giddy. Always. You're the most handsome and special boy in this world for us."
"And I will be a hero," added him.
"Well, let's see what future holds for you," Belle winked.
Just on cue, baby Rosie opened her mouth and let out the loudest wails of all, making Rumple freeze in place for a second. He had taken care of Baelfire and then Gideon when they were babies, but every time seemed to be a brand new experience and now that they had girl he was sure that it was. Rosie seemed too small and fragile and most of the times although he wanted to keep holding her and protecting her from the world forever he also felt afraid of doing the wrong thing. It had been the very first time he had watched his wife's pregnancy, that he had felt a child of his kicking from the womb and that he had been there for the scariest thirth hours of labour and then fourteen hours of NICU and now he thought Belle was definitely the greatest warrior he had ever known.
Rumplestiltskin had broken down in tears twice during this complicated progress of bringing Rosie into the world, whist Belle had stayed strong and held her tears until they were tears of happiness and relief. Maybe that was the reason he froze and needed to let Belle pick up the baby from him, giving him a reassurant smile as she shushed for their daughter until she calmed down in her mother's loving arms.
"Why is she so small?" Gideon asked.
"Well, she came for weeks earlier, darling," Belle replied, pulling herself up to her feet with such a grace that she could have been a ballet dancer for all he knew.
Rumple copied her, grabbing the basket and the towel to take them inside in case it started raining.
"But your belly is still quite big," their boy pointed out with a curious face.
Belle laughed out loud.
"Well, thank you, I know I look giant," she added in a sarcastic tone. "But yes, it will take some time for my belly to go back to normal, but there is no other baby in there, I can guarantee."
This time, Gideon shrugged, rushing back into their house to pick what Rumple knew were the presents he was waiting for forever to give his mother, but they took their time making their way back and Rumple enjoyed it, wrapping his arm around Belle's shoulders and kissing her cheek.
"Just so you know, you look wonderful for me," he reassured her.
"Thank you, Rum, but I'm not actually worried about it right now, I'm just happy Rosie and I are both alive and well."
With a quick nod, Rumplestiltskin agreed with her, because even when life was the most peaceful and calm for them the bad times still existed. No Black Fairies didn't meant no danger this time, as nature itself had its dangers and an early difficult labour was included in it. Funny it was, however, that they were so worried about Dark Magic and monsters that neither Belle nor Rumple had been prepared to the normal difficulties of life. Not that anyone could actually blame them. But in the end, however, Gideon had been the most surprised - and frustrated - by his sister's birth, because Belle had gone into labour on Friday and couldn't come home until now, which meant that for the very first time they missed a Mother's Day together.
The maddening hormones that still worked in Belle's body plus her usual tendency of being easily overwhelmed, brought clear tears to her eyes the moment they stepped a foot back inside the house and saw their little Gideon bouncing around with his gifts in hand and pointing at the living room. She looked up at her husband with a mesmerized glare and all he could do was to smile back at his beauty, taking the baby from her arms to allow her to silently follow their son on to the next room.
"God, you two did all this?" Belle questioned, as she kneeled on the floor in front of their coffee table, which had been filled with delicious red velvet cupcakes which together read best mother in the world.
"No, mama," Gideon laughed. "These are cupcakes from Granny's, don't you see? But I've made you something all by myself."
He presented her the sparkly cards, full of glitter and too much glue, but Rumple doubted that Belle had even noticed it. She opened both, sighing happily to see her name written in that four-year-old clumsy calligraphy and kissed him twice on each cheek.
"Oh, Giddy, this is lovely! Thank you! I've missed you so much these days."
"Me too," the boy replied. "I was angry Doctor Whale said I was too young to pay visits at a hospital. I have told him that when I grow up and get powerful like papa I will turn him into a toad for that."
"Gideon," Belle exclaimed in disbelief, giving Rumple the kind of glance that said how much that boy was his son through and through. "Remember what I said, magic is not for that."
Shrugging he reached for the second gift that was waiting on the table, a bracelet he had made at school with blue and yellow threads. The smile on his face when Gideon handed it to her, could have stopped the whole world. It surely made Belle's heart stop for a second, Rumple was the love of her life, but her children were her pride and soul. She let Gideon slid the bracelet around her wrist and kissed his cheek, hugging him so tightly that he made a whiny noise.
"This is perfect, darling. I can't believe you're old enough to make things like this."
"And someday I'll be big enough to have money and buy you golden, sparkly things from those nice stores," Gideon guaranteed. "I will become smart, wear suits and punch every boy that tries to marry my sissy Rosie."
There were loud laughs coming from both Rumple and Belle. It was fantastic for the beauty how much their son had taken from his father, but how now-a-days it made her just happy to realize it than it had made in the past when her Gideon had been that tortured young man they so tried to save. The darkness of their past just made her present days more beautiful.
"Poor, Rosie, then," Belle giggled. "Just make sure she chooses the right one, huh? We want her to have a good boy by her side."
"No," Gideon insisted. "No boys for my sissy."
Belle looked up at Rumple, seeing him shake his shoulders as he smiled back at her, getting comfortable by her side and placing their baby girl on his legs, carefully. He knew that eventually Gideon would change his mind, knew that they would make everything for him to grow up being the best of the both worlds and he couldn't see the future failing them in any way.
"He is a protective one, sweetheart."
"Yeah," the wife agreed. "Just like his father."
When she reached up for his lips and brushed hers against them Rumple sighed joyfully realizing that he didn't need to reach out for the darkness anymore, never again. He was now a changed man who got his second chance and Belle had done exactly what she had told him to do: she taught him how to love again and she gave him the family he had always longed for.
"Happy Mother's Day, my love, belated or not you are still the best one of them."
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A young woman is given a wish (or three wishes) for her friends and family. Right before wishing, the genie casts a temporary spell on her. Everything she wishes for will be perverted, and she’ll have to watch her friends and family deal with the wishes she didn’t mean to say.
Your wish is my command, hehe.
It was a few hours later after Cassandra Crowe made it into town. She sat in the cracked leather seat of her Jeep and traced her fingers along the imperfections in the glass of the souvenir she bought from her trip to California. She was almost certain her mom would love it. She was pretty into those super old tv shows and this was too good a deal to pass up. It was a real lamp from I dream of Jeannie. Apparently, the actors and crew were pretty butterfingers about these and they had a whole bunch of them made for the show. Even if mom didn’t care for it dad could probably use it as a cool looking decanter.
It almost never happened. It shouldn’t have happened. But as a drunk driver ran a red light across from her she instinctively slammed her brakes, sending her lurching forward. Her hand shot out to grab the prop, hoping she could protect her hundred dollar investment. But her aim was off and she had only rubbed along its surface as it flung forward and cracked against the dashboard. “Shit,” she said. Dejected at her lost present she carried on to her family home, not noticing the red haze that was rising from the broken glass.
She drove absentmindedly, fully under the control of highway hypnosis, when she heard a voice next to her say “Hello.” Her head turned sharply and she let out a shriek of shock as the wheel jerked one way then back. “Who the hell are…” Cassandra began, but as she came to a stop at the side of the road and turned to face this stealthy intruder her mouth simply hung open. She was so…she didn’t know why but beautiful seemed like such an inadequate word to describe this woman. Her skin was golden and her eyes, her eyes were the brightest shade of green. Her hair was dark and long and its tips didn’t just end, it seemed that they flowed and bloomed like flowers somehow. She covered herself in red robes, one over her sizable chest and another around her waist. Her legs were bare and her ankles and wrists were decorated with markings and jewelry. “You know,” she said with a voice like a sunrise, “I’ve heard of them but this is the first time I’ve been inside one of these things. It’s called a car, right?”
Cassandra’s faced flushed. She wasn’t gay, never had a single gay thought that she could recall. But this woman invoked feelings in her that she hadn’t felt even for Josh, and they were together for years. “Who…?” she said again. “Who? Don’t they teach you children anything anymore?”
“Uh, I’m twenty-nine…”
“And I am old enough to have seen the stars change their shapes, but there’s no need to argue. Who are you, whom I am meant to serve?” Cassandra nearly didn’t hear what she said, it was so easy to get lost in this woman’s eyes. “Wait, serve?”
“Yes, milady. I am a Jinn, and I will endeavor to grant you two wishes. So, what would you like me to do?”
Cassandra sat dumbfounded in her idling car, staring at the beautiful Jinn that just offered to grant her wishes. She raised her hand quickly, “I don’t think you believe me just yet, how about this?” she said. She snapped her fingers and suddenly she and the Jinn were standing in her parent's driveway with her car parked on the sidewalk. There was no transition, it just happened. “Oh my God…” Cassandra said, “You really are a genie!” The Jinn’s eyes twitched a little. “It’s actually Jinn, not Genie. But I suppose that’s all right, and like I said I will give you two wishes for freeing me from that prison. But there are some rules. First, these wishes are only to be used for your family and friends, not for yourself. Second I will not grant any wishes of death for a person or to bring someone back from the nether realm, not that I can’t I just won’t. Third, no wishing for more wishes. Fourth, nothing will be granted that would throw the cosmic order of the universe out of balance. Understand?” Cassandra had listened to all that and it sounded simple enough. “So,” the Jinn said, “What do you command?”
Cassandra was racking her brain trying to come up with good wishes. But she could only use them on her family? That was a weird rule. She could make her family rich, but then they might get spoiled. She could wish that everyone in her family had long, productive lives, but what would the genie think is long enough. It might add up to centuries, that might need explaining eventually. Well, if she had two then she could use one for her mom and dad then the other on her brother. She remembered her mom telling her that their relationship had been strained the past few years. Ever since mom found out she can’t have kids anymore. That’s it! But what about the wish for Richey. He was young, barely eighteen. He just wasn’t very open or outgoing and spent all his time inside. Perfect, now all she had to do was say it. “All right, Ms. Genie. I know my two wishes. First, I wish that my mom and dad swapped their genitals and that my dad was super fertile and for my second wish I wish that my brother was a super sexy cat girl in heat all the time!” The realization of what she had just spoken aloud didn’t hit her until the beautiful Jinn said “Your wish is my command!” A sly grin turned up the corners of her mouth.
Richard Crowe smelled the stale, leftover pizza from the night before. He wasn’t especially excited that his sister was coming over. It just meant that he would have to stop raiding with his guild and go upstairs and pretend to be interested in their conversation. He was actually trembling with what he thought was excitement. Tonight was going to be a big guild event and he would hopefully level a few times. But before he could log on he went over to his bed and performed his favorite good luck ritual. He grabbed his long pillow and removed its sheet, revealing an image of a young woman almost totally naked with cat ears and a tail. He hair was golden brown and she wore almost transparent lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. Eris, the perfect waifu. He flopped onto his bed, holding the body pillow to him, and planted a kiss directly on the pillow's lips.
Why can’t all girls be like this? he wondered. As he kissed the pillow, he thought for a second that he felt a returning pressure and a moistness around his lips that shouldn’t be there. He opened his eyes and saw the face of his beloved pillow looked distorted, as if it was melting. A drop fell from the dolls face onto his own, it was warm and felt tingly. Was this sweat? he thought. But as he felt another drip and another, and others falling all over his body it became clear that it couldn’t be. Soon the drips became a stream, then a torrent as he was drenched in his melted waifu. He threw the pillow away, it was nothing but a plank bag of cotton now. The strange gunk was still covering his body and he stated and pulled the semisolid gunk away but each time it sprang back.
His chubby body began to feel strange. Tingles covered his skin, but elsewhere too. Like he wasn’t all where he should be. Soon it became impossible to distinguish him from the gunk that covered him and it was getting hard to move, but even though it covered his entire face he didn’t have any difficulty breathing. Suddenly it began to get hot, really hot. For a second he thought someone might have light him on fire. As the heat continued the gunk became unified over his body. No longer a mess, it began to take shape. His round belly was gone, replaced with a flat tummy. His hips stayed the same, perhaps a little bigger, but the distribution of fat was radically different leaving him with a huge, pert ass and thighs that just barely rubbed together.
The most alien addition was the growing protrusion about his ass. It began as a hardly perceptible nub then suddenly shot out nearly four feet. Like everything on his body, it lacked color and definition. But soon it took on a familiar golden brown hue. It was impossible for him to feel where he ended and this horrible gunk began. His body felt wrong but in a weird way, better. The gunk on his arms refined them into slender waifish things and his chest ousted out now with tremendous breasts. His face smoothed and his mouth and nostrils opened again and he took the first big breath in what felt like forever. His chest heaved out with a new weight and his body felt totally out of balance. One glance down and he understood why. He saw his breasts, he saw his tail flick back and forth keeping his balance. He reached up and help his long hair and to triangle shaped ears on the top go his head. He grabbed his tits and pulled them apart and got an eyeful of his hairless pussy and he heard his new, cute voice for the first time when he screamed out “NYAAAAAAAAAA!!”
Gail and Michael Crowe were in their living room. Michael sat in his chair, absorbed in his adventure novel. Gail click-clacked in the kitchen as she could smell the apple pie she had just finished baking, her third pie that week. She never ate them, mostly she gave them away as gifts. But it still felt nice to do something. To have a purpose again. She had set the pie on the counter when she felt a rush go through her. She clutched her small role of pudge as she went to her knees. It was as though she had just been punched in the stomach. “What in God’s name was that?” she asked to no one in particular. As she began to stand she felt something. Something familiar but alien at the same time pressing against her panties. Looking to make sure she wasn’t being spied on, she grasped her crotch with her hand. She recoiled instantly as she grabbed much more than she thought she would.
She pulled her skirt out and looked at the large bulge in her panties. She pulled them away and nearly fainted at the huge cock she inexplicably had. She began to hyperventilate as her mind went to every piece of information she had to explain this. But she stopped as she looked at the, or rather her, left testicle. It had two small moles on it. No, she thought, there was no way. She had seen those moles every time it was Michaels birthday, and they were the subject of a lot of worried speculation at the doctors several years ago. Without readjusting her skirt and panties, allowing her new member to flap about, she ran to the living room and confronted her husband. He sat on his knees on the floor, a look of pure worry on his face as his hand was down his pants. He looked up, wide-eyed. He saw his wife’s new equipment, then without a word he pulled his hand out from his trousers and revealed the slickness of his fingers. Their eyes met, and something sparked between them. A new understanding, or perhaps simple instinct. Either way, they knew that their relationship was never going to be the same.
“Tell me I didn’t say what it sounded like I said, please Ms. Genie,” Cassandra said. The Jinn shook her head and said “Sorry, but I already granted your wishes as they were stated. I should have said, my presence tends to have that sort of effect on a person. It’s hard to turn off.” Casandra was gobsmacked. She left the Genie and ran up the front door. She rang the bell but there was no answer. She began banging on the door but still nothing. After a minute the lock finally began to move and the door opened to a naked brown haired woman with…oh no. “Richey?” she said. The woman nodded, “Cassy, nya, I don’t understand what happened, nya. It’s so hard to think, nya, my insides are so hot, nya.” Richey squirmed awkwardly as he stood. His hips thrust out behind him as his chest hung invitingly. “I’d say that as a pretty good wish,” the Jinn said from behind her. She reached out and took one of his breasts into her hands and he let out a low, adorably needy ‘nya’.
She pushed past them and looked for her parents, she didn’t look long. There they were, rutting in the living room. Her father was on all fours, pants around his ankles and his own lubrication running down his thighs. Her mother was using her new cock to rapidly piston in and out of her husband. Both of them had a look of pure ecstasy. “We’re doing it babe”, he father said between thrusts, “we’re gonna have another baby!” Gail continued to thrust deep into her husband's womb, not a care for what was happening around her. “I know, I love you so much,” she said. She barely had to wait before the two of them sang out in simultaneous orgasm, unknown to them that Michael Crowe was already pregnant for the first time.
Cassandra stared open-mouthed at her parents. She turned to her former brother and the Jinn as the pair began to sneak away. “Where are you going?! You need to fix this!” she said. The Jinn shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry, I can’t undo wishes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’d like to help your brother get acquainted with his new body,” the Jinn said. She rubbed the front of her robes, and to Cassandra’s surprise, she spotted the Genie’s undeniably large erection begin to grow. “Who knows,” she continued, “maybe if this pretty little kitty can entertain me, I’ll give her a wish or two.”
The End. Oh boy, looks like we’ve got a new character to add to the roster! Hope Y’all liked it!
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Dress Style For Chubby Lady
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Style tip: wear chandelier earrings and high heels to complete your look.
6. Cigarette pants
Now you can try the retro look with a pair of cigarette pants. Well-made pants can display and accentuate the big curves. Medium-waisted pants give your waist a slimmer look and improve shape. If you choose dark tones and bold prints, you can experiment with how they look. Pair it with a cute top and you’re ready to rock the world.
Occasion: casual outings, office clothes on Friday
Style tip: wear this outfit with a pair of high heels for a ramp-ready look.
7. Wide leg pants
Just because you’re fat doesn’t mean you can’t wear baggy pants. They are very comfortable and designed to hide those big thighs. You can combine it with different tops that are preferably tight to show an airy look. The wide leg creates a balanced look and even makes you look structured.
Occasion: trips, excursions and Sunday brunch
Style tip: wear a tight sleeveless top in a contrasting color.
8. Sweatshirt dress
Sweater dresses are a must in the winter. They hug your body, beautify your curves and keep you warm in season. Instead of choosing a thick woolen fabric, keep it light and elegant. Choose a combination of light and dark colors to hide your bulky waist. Wear the right lingerie under this dress to look beautiful.
Occasion: night trips, shopping trips
Style tip: wear with thin leggings to highlight those beautiful legs.
9. Lace overalls
You will be warm, but still subtle with this lace jumpsuit that will give you a beautiful hide and seek effect. This is great for a date night and will make you feel like an elf in disguise. Black and white are the most popular jumpsuit options and can be worn day or night just by changing your style. Combine it with pants and girls, you’re sure to attract attention.
Occasion: appointments, weekend parties
Style tip: wear a gorgeous sequined blazer to rock at the disco party!
10. Cold shoulders
If you have those shoulders, you will show off! Cold shoulders are the latest trend in large sizes. They’re cool, chic and look great on broad shoulders. It offers the right coverage for your heavy neckline, but makes you want to show off some skin. There are several options to choose from, including tops and dresses that reveal different areas of your arms. Try to woo the crowd!
Occasion: evening parties, social gatherings
Style tip: choose a long layered necklace in this dress for a fantastic look.
11. Tight pants and jeans
If you can’t find tight fitting pants, tailor them, but try to use only darker colors. Straight leg jeans look great on all body types. Avoid talented pants like the bell bottom, which can add unnecessary volume to your body. Use a belly shaper on the inside and a printed T-shirt on the outside for that cool girl look.
Occasion: casual trips, colleges and shopping trips
Style tip: use brightly colored pumps to highlight your lower body.
12. Shapely T-shirts
For body types with pears and apples, it is always advisable to pay attention to the shoulders, arms and chest. So instead of tight T-shirts, wear one with a few cuts so that the shape of your upper body looks attractive and your focus is shifted from your lower body. Here is such a chic top in zebra stripes with shoulder freedom on one side.
Occasion: weekend brunch, occasional excursions
Style tip: use with dark jeans to define these curves.
13. Complete cardigans
Adding a wool coat to your wardrobe serves many purposes. You can use it to layer your clothes or to keep warm in the coldest weather. These clothes hide the width of your body and make you look smaller. Also, choose to shrug your shoulders that are open at the front and have no buttons to prevent this clogging sensation. Asymmetrical shrugging looks comfortable on large women compared to coats of uniform length.
Occasion: work clothes, leisure travel
Style tip: add a statement necklace under an open wool coat for the feminine glam look.
14. Try to lower your neck
No, dear ones, we want you to be openly exposed, but a little glimpse of the perfect neckline of a flat or buttoned shirt never hurts. The collar bones also look great with a drooping neck and are a great distraction to distract attention from other parts of the body. Avoid using boat necks as they emphasize width and choose the right neckline for your body type instead.
Occasion: casual, daily use
Style tip: equip a simple top with modern jewelry.
15. Medium length skirts / dresses
If you have bigger thighs, choose knee length skirts instead of miniskirts. This is the area where your leg width is minimal. This really helps to disguise the thighs and draws attention to the relatively thinner areas of the legs. When choosing your dress, choose a medium or high waist to cover your belly. Invest in a good pair of shoes to stay sophisticated.
Occasion: office attire, formal meetings
Style tip: wear a striped shirt vertically and tuck inside.
16. Simple tops for heavy bust
If you have a heavier chest and want to divert your attention from it, wear loose clothing, no frills and embellishments. The rule of thumb is to keep your chest line free of weight and stay as organized as possible. Wear funky pants, patterned leggings, and boots to draw attention to your relatively thinner waist, hips, and legs.
Occasion: evening parties, evening events
Style tip: shoes play an important role in these clothes. So make sure you’re doing everything right.
17. Twisted front dress
As the name suggests, this dress has a pre-sewn twisted knot on the front for a more tight-fitting dress. It also makes your belly look flattered, as layers of fabric in the front act like good camouflage. This is a good strategy, especially when looking for suitable clothing for women on the positive side.
Occasion: appointments, evening parties
Style tip: opt for an elegant hairstyle that matches the theme of the outfit.
18. Empire waist dress
This type of waist hides the bulge in your belly and makes you look smaller than you really are. Just follow the knee length rule. These dresses emphasize the chest region. A great choice for apple and pear shaped body types. The maximum fit / tailoring of such dresses is below the chest and not at the actual waist. Choose an outfit with darker colors for a more elegant illusory feel.
Occasion: Cocktails
Style tip: drop the necklace and wear stylish earrings.
19. Maxi dresses
These dresses are just above the ankle and below the knee. In general, they have a fit that is neither fair nor too wide. You can add a little definition at the waist by adding a belt. Alternatively, a deep neckline would draw attention to your neck and divert attention from your waist, hips and thighs. Make sure to choose a fabric like georgette or chiffon.
Occasion: meetings, romantic dinners
Style tip: wear a pair of high heels to look tall and be safe.
20. Dark tones of the pants
If you have thick hips and a tight waist, it is better to choose darker pants with a regular cut, rather than a narrow fit. Also, choose a normal waist instead of low-waist pants. Dark colors tend to hide the heavy buttocks and thigh areas. Also use a darker belt to keep your focus on your upper body while keeping your bottom half looking smooth. You can wear a lighter shirt / top, in pastel or neon colors.
Occasion: office and formal meetings
Style tip: invest in a blazer to match those pants.
21. Choose your standards wisely
Floral print dresses are great for spring and tall women. Choosing the right background color and print size is very important to get the look you want. If you particularly like big flowers, keep the dress short. For maxis, choose small prints for a beautiful look.
Occasion: day trips, casual clothes
Style tip: get the vintage vibe by choosing hair combed to the side with a flower.
22. Vertical stripes
If you are a fan of striped dresses / formal shirts, opt for vertical or diagonal stripes instead of horizontal stripes. Vertical stripes create the illusion of a thinner and taller body. Using horizontal stripes would expand your appearance and make you look robust. This trick can be used when buying shirts, tops, pants, as well as one-piece dresses. Combine it with a solid top or a T-shirt for an elegant look.
Occasion: casual outings, college outfits
Style tip: if you have chosen tight-fitting leggings, wear them with a plain ruffled blouse.
23. Fabric gathered at the waist
If you are a fan of striped dresses / formal shirts, opt for vertical or diagonal stripes instead of horizontal stripes. Vertical stripes create the illusion of a thinner and taller body. Using horizontal stripes would expand your appearance and make you look robust. This trick can be used when buying shirts, tops, pants, as well as one-piece dresses. Combine it with a solid top or a T-shirt for an elegant look.
Occasion: casual outings, college outfits
Style tip: if you have chosen tight-fitting leggings, wear them with a plain ruffled blouse.
24. Baggy shirts
It looks cool with dark pants, jeans and skater skirts. Tight clothes can accentuate your sagging, which is unattractive. You definitely don’t want to show off your love handles, do you? A wide shirt, on the other hand, looks more comfortable for large women. However, make sure you choose the right size for the desired amount of fabric that will flow through your body.
Occasion: occasional travel
Style tip: Avoid wearing flashy accessories around the neckline, as this can add weight.
25. What kind of dresses are suitable for plus size women?
The first step in choosing a suitable dress is to identify your body type and the areas where fat deposits are high. By following these simple tricks, you can hide unwanted parts of your body and get a flattering figure:
Choose dark colors like black, navy blue and dark brown that will make the body thinner.
Dark, pre-washed jeans look amazing on your characters. Opt for adjustments that involve the figure and choose a medium increase for comfort and style.
Maxi dresses are another great option to try. Try to choose a flowing fabric that gives you a more elegant look and play with the patterns to trick the eyes.
A-line skirts and dresses are your new best friends and will never fail you. They balance your body proportions and define your curves.
Dressed dresses and tunics are particularly recommended for large women, as they create an hourglass-like figure by lowering the waist.
Comfortable and stylish dresses for trendy fat women
26. Style tips for big women
Continuing the section above, we will also discuss some style tips that will take your clothing game to the next level:
Always try on the dress before taking it home. Make sure that the fit is correct and that there are no spills.
Invest in a good lingerie that creates an abdominoplasty effect. These clothes also give your breasts good support and glorify your body.
For a look that matches, use a belt that is not too wide. You can opt for adjustable models that adapt to all sizes.
When printing, choose vertical lines that will make you look taller and slimmer than your real figure.
Pay attention to the proportions of your body and do not hesitate to highlight the line of the chest, legs and arms.
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