#and also I would *love* to fatten up that hard body to look more like mine ;)

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

Your posts were already doing enough damage to my waistline, but good god are they going to hit so much harder now that I know you look like that. Have you ever thought about filming your own sumptuous self lounging about while reading some of the things you’ve written? We’d be talking nuclear payloads of fattening horniness here.

hehe this is very high praise, thank you so much. I do look quite sumptuous, you’re right.

I love this idea and maybe I’ll give it a try soon….but no promises. I’m my greatest critic and I would need to make sure it’s absolutely perfect. It’s hard to see a way it wouldn’t come off as so fuckin cringe, lmao.

I really do want to do more audio recordings since the last one went over so well, so if anyone has some hall of fame posts they want me to read, let me know 😊

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Revenge Body

The day he dumped my sister...

This is a photo of Eric the day he dumped my sister. According to him, she wasn't good enough to be with a hotshot architect like him! Eric thinks highly of his career and appearance, and he loves himself more than he could love any woman.

My sister had to find that out the hard way.

What Eric doesn't know is that his ex-girlfriend comes from a family of witches. In fact, her speciality is contacting the dead, and that's exactly what she did...

My sister summoned me, her dear-old brother, from beyond the grave and spilled the tea on her ex-boyfriend. Even though I was dead, I was furious with the man, so I agreed to help with my sister's revenge scheme. It might've been petty and unethical, but I was in! Eric needed to lose what he loved most...

2 months later...

"He's fattening right up!" I sent a selfie to my sister, cradling the bloated gut that hung from my chest.

That's right. I jumped into Eric's body and possessed his ass! In only a short time, I'd completely transformed the jerk's entire existence. I was dragging his perfect body and career down the drain!

After performing Eric's dramatic emotional breakdown at his architectural firm, I got fired and kicked out of the building. I strutted his body back to his place, and quickly sold everything he owned. I got rid of his fancy clothes, his shiny sports car, and his luxury apartment. All the money went directly to my sister. I used what was left to rent out the crappiest little apartment I could find.

It was in that seedy rat-infested motel that I gleefully began to destroy Eric's carefully maintained body. I packed his tight stomach full of beer and fast food, shaved his perfect head of hair, and donned an unwashed outfit I thrifted from a GoodWill.

Now that he was unemployed, I got him a job with a construction company. I made sure to get started with the same crew that Eric used to supervise as the architect. Needless to say, there were a lot of angry tradesmen who weren't happy to see him...

6 Months Later...

Apparently, construction workers really don't like architects, so they were all constantly badmouthing Eric behind my back. I didn't really stop them, but I also didn't really keep them from doing it to my face either. With me in control, Eric was just a pathetic, submissive loser, and all his new coworkers knew they could push him around.

I didn't wash Eric once while wearing him. My nose eventually became numb to his ripe body odor, but I noticed the disgusted looks on everyone's face when they were near. His skin was constantly itchy with dry sweat and dirt too, but I didn't bother buying him anything else to wear. As far as I was concerned, Eric would get up, work, and sleep in the same repurposed clothes I bought for a few bucks.

By this point, the lean muscles he'd been so proud of were long gone. A heavy layer of blubber hung off his whole body, and he was practically unrecognizable with his shaved head and unkept beard. Giving his heavy beergut a jolly shake, I chuckled and knew it was finally time to move to the final phase...

Present Day...

It was mid-afternoon when I jumped ship. I abandoned his body after a long morning of heavy lifting, leaving Eric exhausted, sweaty, and caked in mud.

Eric regained control of his senses for the first time after 6 months of being possessed by me. He stood there for a moment, all 280 lbs of him, simply staring at his surroundings in disbelief and confusion.

He didn't start yelling until he looked down and saw the state of his precious body. I doubt he had ever felt so slimy and gross before. As I said, I made sure to leave his body as disgusting as possible for him.

Don't feel bad for him though. My sister and I just made Eric as disgusting on the outside as he was on the inside...

[chubbycelebs]

Nick Jonas friendly fattening holiday

Nick was looking forward to his holiday on the sea. He invited his friend along for the holiday. Whilst Nick was in pretty good shape the same couldn’t be said for his friend who was much much fatter then him… but not for long.

Nick loved to show off his big muscles in the hot sun. He would wear as little clothes as possible whilst on holiday as to show them off as best as he could. His friend would also wear as little as possible but that was because he couldn’t fit into many other clothes other than a small speedo.

Through out the holiday Nicks friend spent a lot of time in the kitchen cooking up absolute feasts for the two boys to eat. Every night Nick would go to bed with a nice full belly of amazing home cooked food.

Over time the once fit and perfectly in shape singer began to soften around the edges. His once hard abs melted away into a soft warm belly. Of course Nick didn’t realise. He still believed he was the fittest and hottest person. This delusion couldn’t last forever however.

Nicks friend started to take photos of Nick on holiday, snapping pictures of him whenever he looked extra soft and full. Every night after the two boys had stuffed their expanding bellies with food, he would go through the photos with Nick where he slowly began to become more aware of his expanding body.

Whilst at first the shock of his softening belly was quite a lot to get used to, his friend reassured him that Nick looked good with the extra padding and that he shouldn’t be afraid to enjoy his holiday even if that meant he was expanding out of his tight clothes. Nick agreed and decided to let his friend fill him up with huge meals.

The two growing fat boys loved each others company and the effect that they had on each other. One night on the boat after a long day of filling their bellies, the two boys shared a kiss. The kiss progressed to the bedroom and Nicks friend came out and said to Nick that he wanted Nick fatter and loved his bulging belly. Nick agreed to it and explained his love for his friends fat form. The two boys were up all night exploring their huge bodies.

By the end of the holiday Nick had positively turned into a fat man and he couldn’t be prouder. This holiday was much more rewarding than he thought it could ever be. He discovered so much about him self and he knew his life was now changed for the fatter.

Hi guys. So I am using a different program to make AI images on. I don’t think it’s as realistic or easy to use as the other one is however there are less restrictions with what I can put into it as a prompt so I’m giving that a go. Hope you guys like it

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

please consdider: moobs and double chins. I have recently become obsessed with moobs

Moobs.

and.

Double Chins.

I love them for,, reasons 😳🥴 and I immediately had visions of Bucky being the fatty [affectionate] with big, big moobs and a double chin.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead. Warnings for stuffing, weight gain, body worship, etc.

Steve feels bad about it. Honestly, he does. He feels no better than a fuck boy ogling at some girl he desperately wants to dick down with how often he finds his eyes falling from Bucky's face to his chest. But he can't help it if he isn't looking Bucky in the eyes that often, these days. He really can't. There's so much else to look at! C'mon!

Instead -

He's looking at his chin. He's always had a little bit of puppy fat around his face. Softness that never seemed to go away, no matter how lean he was. As he's grown over the past few years - popping buttons and tearing seams as a result of stuffing his face, indulging gluttonously and uncontrollably - that the softness has only increased.

His chin has a full twin now.

Wide and soft.

Steve's mouth embarrassingly waters looks at that puffy chin. There's something about the pale, fatty flesh that Steve wants to bite. He wants to suck love bites into it. Marking Bucky up with red, purple bruises. He wouldn't hurt him! Not a lot anyway...

He just wants a nibble. A taste. Bucky has to taste so sweet with his habit of eating so much candy and dessert. Pure sugar. Fattening and so, so sweet.

When he's not spacing out, staring at Bucky's chin, Steve's staring at Bucky's neck. It's fat, too. And more and more indistinguishable from his chin with each pound of blubber he piles on. His neck blends into his chin, thick, fat, and beginning to crease. Piled up with softness.

God.

It's so attractive.

He's so attractive. Every fat part of him.

The softness of his neck flows seamlessly into his chubby, sloped shoulders, and ballooned upper arms. Gone are Bucky's broad-with-muscle shoulders, gone are Bucky's solid, hard biceps; they've been replaced with broader, wider, fat shoulders and pillowy, butter-soft arms.

Whenever possible, Steve can't help but sink his fingers into the soft fat piled on him. He holds on tight to those shoulders and arms when fucking Bucky, when hauling Bucky up from his thick ass, sitting and eating and doing nothing else, and whenever he fucking wants to. He grabs him. He's so grabbable. So plush. So thick. Bucky ends up with lots of fingerprint bruises and indents from Steve's blunt nails. Poor baby.

Steve doesn't look at Bucky's face as often as he should because he also gets caught up around the base of Bucky's neck, the very, very top of his chest, squinting, searching for where Bucky's collarbones are... he knows they're under that fat somewhere! He bites and licks at his bottom lip, thinking. He can remember when Bucky had prominent collarbones that Steve would mouth at and bite until he was marked up. Steve doesn't miss that time. He much prefers to sink his teeth into the warm, soft jiggly layer of fat that's settled over Bucky now.

He lives for how Bucky's bigger, fatter chest heaves as he gasps and mewls and moans. He's so much more sensitive now. As if getting heavier, softer has legitimately made him softer. Sweeter. More sensitive.

Fuck.

It makes Steve want to do even more to him. Feed him. Fuck him. Fatten him.

If not shamefully focused on his double chin, fat neck, puffy shoulders, pillowy upper arms, or on his fat-hidden collarbones, Steve is staring at Bucky's moobs. And they really are moobs now. They're not pecs. They haven't been pecs for pounds and pounds and pounds. Pecs are for men who aren't round balls of fat and chub and blubber. Well insulated. Gluttonous. Moobs are for men like Bucky. Fat men. Men that are thick and heavy and marked with jagged lines that show just how fast they've gotten out of control - so fast that their skin is bursting at the seams.

Nah, they're not pecs. They're plush, fat, stretch marked MOOBS that crown his outrageously massive belly.

How could Steve keep his eyes off of them?

When Bucky's really stuffed, his belly taut, red, and rounder than anything, his moobs are pushed up even higher by the size of his gut, shoved up almost all the way to his double chin. Bucky complains about it sometimes. It apparently feels like he's choking on his own moobs; they're so close to his face and so heavy and jiggly that it's hard to breathe. But if Bucky's choking at feel it, then Steve's suffocating at the sight of it.

Everything about him is so erotic now. It's like his appeal has grown with his weight. The size of him. Steve's desire for him matches. Huge. He can't contain himself around Bucky the way Bucky can't contain himself around food. He's a glutton for Bucky.

His moobs are heavy and stretched, and his nipples are so pretty pink, stretched big too, thin and delicate tissue that's always so, so hard...

God!

That might be where Steve wants to put his mouth the most. On those gorgeous, huge nipples capping his gorgoeus, huge moobs.

Bucky's eyes roll back into his head when Steve touches them. He always moans. Even when he's stuffing his face, he moans through his mouthful of food and lets his eyes roll back, blissful. It makes Steve want to touch them more and more and more.

He wants to lick and bite and savor those fucking plush nipples. And he wants to do it until they're swollen, red, and Bucky is crying from how good it feels. So much pleasure pulsing through his chest, curling up his spine, and whiting out his mind.

So good.

So fat.

"Steve?" Bucky's voice is amused and not at all surprised.

"Huh?" Steve's eyes shoot up to look at Bucky. Eye-to-eye. He's blushing red. Hot red.

Bucky just lazily smirks at him, his chubby, round cheeks dimpling cutely desight the undertone of trouble. "What're you looking at, honey? Did I spill something on myself?" He obnoxiously shifts in his seat, the sofa groaning underneath him, and totally intentionally pressing his moobs together. His cleavage is pale pink, deep, monumentous, and -

Steve gets lost in it. His eyes might cross. He'll never tell. He's just -

He's maybe just drooling over how plump Bucky is. He's so deliciously round. Fat. Always eating. Always growing. Always so, so hot.

Bucky rubs circles on the flushed surface of his gut. He slaps it a few times, making his moobs jiggle entisingly.

Steve groans, "Buck."

"Yeah, honey?"

"Buck."

He has the worst shit eating grin on his face now.

"You gonna do something or just sit there and drool?"

Steve growls.

[cheapsweets]

The self-sacrificing Rubkawat

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge, from @maniculum (thanks again for running these!)

Initial pencil sketch, then lines in Pental brush pen, and colours with Derwent inktense paint. The brush pen is really fun to use, and you can produce some interesting effects and lovely transitions between thin and thick lines... I think I need some more practice! 😅 I would have loved to get in some more fine details on the chicks, but I've enjoyed getting to grips with the pen a bit more, even if a lot of that is learning what I still have to get better at! On the plus side, it proved to be completely waterfast (particularly compared to my fountain pen inks), which worked nicely with the concept I had.

You can also see where I started painting the water a slightly deeper colour, then changed my mind and watered down the paint a lot more. We'll just say that bit's deeper or something, right? 😉

Reasoning below the cut...

"The Rubkawat is a bird of Egypt, living in the wilderness of the River Nile, from which it gets its name. It is devoted to its young. When it gives birth and the young begin to grow, they strike their parents in the face. But their parents, striking back, kill them. On the third day, however, the mother-bird, with a blow to her flank, opens up her side and lies on her young and lets her blood pour over the bodies of the dead, and so raises them from the dead."

Okay, so I'm pretty much 100% sure that I know what this creature is (I'll be very surprised if I'm wrong, that is some pretty specific behavious described there), so I was trying really hard not to let that knowledge influence my drawing. We know it's a water bird (I also read the description similar to @silverhart-makes-art and wondered whether it gave live birth, but wasn't sure how to represent this short of having no broken eggshells in the nest). As such, we've again got a generic-ish looking water bird, went with a white colour partially to proovide contrast with the other main colour, and partially because I associate Egypt with white birds (Egyptian vulture, ibis...), as well as a lot of water birds such as egrets.

We have a pointy but reasonably broad beak because we need something that can do some damage 😟 and I gave it some eyebrows/tufts of feather above its eyes as a bit of little egret swag - there were originally only meant to be two tufts, but after I drew them in with the brush pen I realised the perspective was off, so I added two more to even it out :D

The nest is partially surrounded by water, and we have some reeds to reflect that the Rubkawat is probably nesting in the marshes of the river Nile.

So, we have a red patch on the mother's cheek where the chicks pecked at her three days earlier, on her beak where she's opened up her side, and... well, I didn't want to go too realisitic, hence the blood flowing from the wound and filling up the whole of the inside of the nest, covering the chicks (apart from their eyes).

Most of my chicks from previous challenges have been at more of a distance - as noted above, I would have liked to reliably get some finer lines in there, but we do have some more detail. Now, @coolest-capybara mentioned to me that she thought my chicks reminded her of Woodstock from the Peanuts comics, and this isn't something that had ever occurred to me, but it's also nothing I can deny! 😆 We have some small, fuzzy (and if we're honest, probably quite wet and sticky now...) chicks clambering to their feet, flopping around and yelling now they've been resurrected.

"It is also a characteristic of this bird, they say, that it always suffers from thinness, and that whatever it swallows, it digests immediately, because its stomach has no separate pocket in which to retain food. Food does not fatten its body, therefore, but only sustains it and gives it strength."

Slightly tricky one given than 90% of a bird is floof and feathers... If the creature is the one I suspect it is, I can see how this particular myth originated, but we're not going there! I probably could have made the mother bird a bit thinner, but I think I was focused more on the other aspects of the description and of making her bird-shaped. Things to consider for the future 🙂

[strainedbeltboy]

i chugged a two liter of coke with the other half of the mentos (in two sessions, im a newb), plus 12-16oz of water to help the mentos down and fill me up, and my tummy got tight to the point it stopped feeling tight, i got a second wind. i honestly didn’t know how good this would feel but i felt so hot. for the last liter i put on a pair of suit pants i got 4.5 years ago that have been tight for ages bc of how my body naturally changed after starting t, but they still made me feel big. and i know im pretty small, but in some of the vids i took i really do look kinda round. it’s cute. and i figured out how to chug so the air doesn’t just come back up which is a win. the bad news is that the coke had a lot of caffeine (for me) in it so im pretty shaky, but i started chewing a piece of gum my dealer gave me and found that chewing was really soothing and helped my body relax. so i think im gonna smoke some more weed and then eat some of the cookies i got. there are 18 but i definitely won’t eat all of them tonight, i don’t have that big of a capacity (part of what we’re working on).

it’s honestly ridiculous how deep ive been in this kink for the past week. i’d tried stuffing myself before and didn’t really like it but remained enamored with the idea of getting bigger. and this time around something is different, ive had a lot of free time and i suddenly love the feeling of my belly being full and spend literally hours a day masturbating to the thought of fattening up and looking at gainer content. i didn’t think i would ever make a page for this, let alone start bloating and stuffing myself. and i figured if i ever entered the community i would at LEAST be a feeder. but im so fucking horny and desperate to grow. i start work in 2 weeks and i won’t be able to stuff myself much/at all while im working, and it’s outside and with kids so im likely to lose weight which is why im so nonchalant about this. there’s only so much damage i can do in 2 weeks, which i know is famous last words but im weirdly unconcerned. im also not convinced im going to gain weight because im not really eating that much (ive been bloating myself more, and i think stuffing is hotter but i have arfid and eating can me hard for me). i don’t know if im being naive or realistic about my body based on what i know it to be like but i feel like i’ll lose anything i gain pretty fast. the thing im worried about is whether i’ll be able to control myself once i get back to college, because this is fucking ridiculous. i keep daydreaming about eating a huge brunch in the dining hall, and a day in the city where i stuff myself at different restaurants and bakeries, and meeting up with someone who would really push my limits. ive been absolutely lost in fantasy this past week and i know i’ll need to break out of it soon but i kinda want someone to force me deeper into this cycle

[chubbycow222]

I think that dress fits perfectly on you, in fact it would be the perfect outfit to take you out on a picnic when it's warm enough. It'll really help accentuate every curve and fold overflowing on your softening frame as you overindulge on various fattening pastries, chocolates, fruits and charcuterie. By the end you'll be so full you'll completely forget how tightly stuffed into that dress you are and how indecent you look fondling your plump belly in the park. Although based on how much you've been fattening up lately at this rate you might not be able to wear that dress out in public by spring

Aw thanks! I honestly really like that dress, I think floral mini dresses are so cute, and I love white! The red flowers are so pretty, I think it’s super romantic and feminine. It honestly isn’t TOO small on me, I can breathe and I like that it shows off my body, it’s just very short now!! When I took those pictures, I pulled the dress down as far as it can go. I usually don’t have problems with pants being too short on me, but I have found with mini dresses and skirts, it can be hard to find something that covers my ass? It’s mostly a problem when I bend over.

It has been sooo cold recently, I can’t wait for it to be warm. I have always lost a bit of weight when it gets warmer because I love walking everywhere. I wonder if that’ll happen this year? I feel more motivated to go pick up fruits in the morning when I see the sun too. I also spend more time with friends in the summer, I usually only overeat when I’m alone but most of them love 1000 calorie Starbucks drinks, McDonald’s, and pizza lol. All of my closest friends have gained a little bit of weight in the last year. I don’t go outside too much during winter, I usually have a lower mood when it's cold too. I love going for long walks in skirts/dresses while listening to music in spring and summer, it makes me feel so cute. I usually go for walks everyday when it’s warm. I actually lost a little bit of weight last summer and older pants started to fit again, so maybe this dress will fit better? Who knows!

I am 100% going to have a picnic this year, ideally multiple, regardless of whether or not I have a feeder in my life, it would be fun with friends too. I would love to play some pretty music in the background while eating and talking. I have a hello kitty sandwich maker and I think it would be cute to make something like grilled cheese. I could even make waffles with that machine. I also really want to make chocolate covered strawberries. I have strawberries almost everyday and I’ve been craving chocolate covered ones!! I think that would be perfect for a picnic. I love fruit so much eeek. I would also love apples, watermelon, raspberries, or pineapple. Or carrots, cucumbers, or bell peppers. I didn’t think about bringing pastries though! That sounds really good too ah. If I had a picnic with a feeder, it would be so cute to get stuffed in public! I kind of wrote a mini essay lol, it's because this idea excites me :3

[fishstyx]

curious.

featuring. mahito x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k

genre. smut, dark/taboo

tw. 18+ nsfw, noncon, stalking, somnophilia, alcohol, thigh fucking, penetration, size kink, stomach bulge

synopsis. there’s just one thing mahito has yet to learn about human anatomy... and when you hobble out of a bar at daybreak, you’re about as good as volunteering your body.

What a poor, lost little thing you are, trudging through the back alleyways of Tokyo with little to go on under the twinkling twilight. You stumble around in the darkness as if trying to outrun the first rays of sunlight, fingers fumbling to find purchase on the sides of buildings unfamiliar to you. You must’ve been drinking all night long to require wall support to keep you upright now, hiccuping as you drag your hands along the concrete. Truly the lowest of the low, a runt in a world teeming with lesser beings. Human swine would do well to know their limits, but apparently you don’t.

And what an easy target you make; a little too easy, even. You wouldn’t have a clue what was happening if Mahito cornered you now, idle transfiguration descending upon you with a single touch of the hand. 

But what a waste that would be, disfiguring a remarkable specimen like you, so utterly out of it that you can’t even tell that he’s right behind you—so dangerously close that he’s practically breathing down your neck as you make your way home.

Sure, Mahito has his pick of the city’s stragglers at all times of the day, but what suddenly draws him to you lies in how disheveled you look, the little bit of makeup you have on smeared across your face, that low cut shirt of yours riding even lower than it was made to.

Not to mention that he’s absolutely dying to get more acquainted with human “anatomy”—but he hates how his victims squirm and squeal when he takes his time, as if they have any chance of actually escaping him. It’s an insult, really, so he figures he’ll go after someone on the more... susceptible side. Someone who’s not only wandering around alone, but also on the brink of collapse, unable to call for help. Someone who makes no attempt to fight back, someone who will let him have his way with them, someone who doesn’t mind the intrusion simply because there is no alternative.

Someone exactly like you.

You’re making this way too simple, not a single look behind you as you stagger your way home. You even have the courtesy to leave the front door of your house ajar, the stupid little thing that you are, not an ounce of energy left to spare as you pass out into the bed.

He’s on top of you immediately, ripping your clothes off to ogle their contained contents. So this is the female body, he thinks, half mesmerized, half disgusted by the way your taut tits spill out from underneath your already revealing shirt. He studies every inch of your exposed skin carefully before rolling your sensitive nubs between his fingers, finding that they stiffen on command. Even when you’re out cold you react to his touch; he was right not to kill you immediately. 

His personal playground, exactly the way he wanted it.

Proportions aside, he finds that there are few differences between his male body and your own. But there’s something that piqued his interest at a movie showing once and he wants it to try for himself today. He palms at his erection, intrigued by his natural reaction to the sight of you all sprawled out. Is there really something so special about it? He can’t say he sees the appeal, but apparently his body can, his bulge pressing harder against the cloth the longer he looks at you.

His pants come undone when he feels his damp excitement through the fabric, glint of his precum illuminated by the kiss of the rising sun, satisfying heaviness of his dick bared to the ticklish air. He marvels at the way his hand fits perfectly around his length, fisting it as he stares at the rise and fall of your chest. This is the part that he didn’t get to see on screen, the part where he ruts against your lower half with his own.

It’s not like he knows what he’s doing yet, bucking his hips into the first thing he can fit his dick into: the space between your thighs. Mahito squeezes them together and slips his shaft between the plushy flesh, reveling in the chills that run up his stomach. It’s a nice visual, the way his cock disappears for a moment before resurfacing atop of your barren legs, and an even nicer sensation. But it doesn’t quite feel half as good as he thought it would be. His mind races with the flickering images of o-shaped mouths and curled up fingers. Humans are so… dramatic, he thinks to himself, pulling his meat out of the cushy canal of his creation.

But then his eyes wander to your silken panties, the one place he hasn’t ventured yet; how annoying that humans wear more clothes under their clothes. He laughs to himself when he pushes them aside to reveal a wet, pulsating mound. Now that’s more like it. A finger inches inside you, followed by another, as he tries to determine if it’s a good fit or not.

Well, he won’t know until he tries.

Burying himself inside your leaking cunt, he gasps at the way you hug him flawlessly. It’s warmer, so much warmer than your thighs, and suddenly it feels like he’s alive for the first time in his life. Your breathing changes as he starts to move, pushing your ragdoll figure into the mattress. Tingly pleasure envelops him entirely when little whimpers and moans begin to tumble from your lips.

Mahito bends over to meet your mouth, taste of hard liquor encircling his tongue as he forces it inside, exploring your wetness in its entirety. You share a soft groan when he adjusts his angle, hilt of his cock pushing against a spot so spongy and so textured that his sensitive head shivers in pleasure.

Fistfuls of flesh gathered in his hands, he continues to move by instinct, chasing after the milky cream that foams around the base of his cock. The slip and slide motion of each and every stroke seems to register even while you sleep, your hips rocking ever so slightly into his own, mouth moving open and shut but never quite overflowing with distinguishable words.

The lewd noises of your dripping pussy fill the room, second only to the clapping of skin on skin as his tender balls pound against you. Reckless abandon takes over and the snapping movement is driven by so much force that you begin to stir, eyes twitching.

But you’re not awake yet—responsive, but otherwise subdued. He knows because the things that spill from your lips next can only come from a person who can’t even tell that they’re being raped.

“It feels… so…” you whisper, and he pauses for a moment to listen to what you have to say.

“Feels so… full…”

He throbs at the words, instantly feeling himself grow harder, deciding that it’s time to try out one of his little “experiments.”

“Feels full, huh?” he says into the curve of your neck, crooked smile dancing on his lips. “Good thing I can make you feel even fuller.”

Reshaping himself is almost second nature at this point. Mahito stretches you out with the deft fattening of his cock, your walls drawing taut around him in turn. Snug, you become impossibly snug around him as you throw your head back, convulsing from the pressure. It’s an inhuman size, so monstrous that when he pistons his pelvis forward, he finds it substantially harder to bottom out.

The clear outline of his cock stares him in the face now, a delicious belly bulge shifting up and down with every slam. You struggle to catch your breath, the stimulation forcing you to release your hot, sticky fluids. Entire body shaking, you keen your satisfaction, stilling only when his thrusts run shallow.

A jittery feeling takes the human curse over, the buildup of all the sweet sensations bubbling over and bursting from his fully stimulated cockhead. He pulls it out to get a better look and ends up squirting all over you, shooting his seed onto your thighs and teats. How delightful, he thinks to himself, overjoyed by how it glistens in the full heat of the sun. The perfect present for you to wake up to.

It’s quiet now, only a soft pant—yours—audible in the spring of day. 

He ponders his options. You could take hours to come to your senses. But as much as he’d love to take off now, to leave you in total confusion and bewilderment, his desire to see the absolute horror cross your face as you take in the spatters of dried-up cum is even stronger. And eventually, he gets just that.

You don’t disappoint, bleary eyes fluttering open in your half-conscious state, locking with the curse crouched beside you, then darting wildly from the mess he’s made to the stitches on his face. How fortunate, or rather unfortunate; you were born with enough latent talent to be able to perceive him. You’d scream, but he’s already ahead of you, covering your mouth before you can produce a single squeal.

“Morning, dollface.” Tears prickle your eyes as you look on in fright, too afraid to move a muscle.

“I had a lot of fun in bed, didn’t you?”

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[thefeedress]

FFA MUSINGS

I was 17 when I learned the terms "feeder" "feedee" and "feederism" from stumbling across one of those trash documentaries about the kink. Apparently, my sexuality revolved around extremes and predators: creepy straight men coercing naive women into transforming their bodies and their lives - the women didn't particularly seem to be getting off on it or even have much agency in the whole thing. The men were awful. (Sometimes, these days, I look back and wonder how much all the negatives of what I saw were exaggerated by the editing…)

That was my lightbulb moment, where I discovered the label for something very personal and private that I'd had all my life but always felt confused and ashamed about. I now also had the pleasure of feeling extra disgusting and very alone, having been shown what horrible company I was in, and that I now knew I was a feeder, but apparently all feeders were men.

Any furtive investigations online (in the reasonably early days of the internet) seem to confirm this suspicion: female feeders were not A Thing, there might possibly be one or two others out there at best. Male gainers only seemed to exist in their own niche in gay subculture, and although I was happy they were out there somewhere living their best lives, they were obviously Not For Me.

I was 34 when after years of pushing it all to the back of my mind, I finally gave in. I've been with the same (non-feedist) partner since my early 20s, so I just assumed that I'd never be able to explore it irl anyway, and that was that. I can't remember what happened or why I decided that I had to try to find some others to connect with, even just to chat with, but in the end (with my partner's blessing) I found and joined Feabie (of which I have many opinions but I'll leave those for another time…) and interacted with other feedists online for the first time in my life.

Guess what: straight male feedees exist. They exist, and there's fucking loads of them!! Tons of the buggers in my inbox all day every day for weeks. Pretty heady experience going from outcast freak to Much Sought After Item - apparently female feeders really are quite rare, or we don't have much of an online presence (or most of us are lurking in a secret lair somewhere that the others haven't invited me to, rude….) or they're also out there somewhere thinking they're the only one.

The unbridled glee of feeling popular and desirable for being something I'd always felt ashamed of did wear off a teensy bit after the endless onslaught of "hey" "hi" "how u" "ayy babygurl" "I'm looking for a feeder please accommodate all my kinks even though I'm a total stranger and I clearly don't give a shit about you as a human being" "You're a woman on the internet I'm entitled to your attention don't be difficult what's your problem" and my current favourite, the bizarrely ominous "Can I ask ur opinion?" (The answer is no my friend, if I wanted to be spammed with anonymous torso pics that I'm meant to manufacture comments about that you can get off to I'd have asked YOU.)

But. I'm still completely overjoyed that male feedees exist, that I've spoken to so many cool and interesting and lovely guys, that I've had experiences I'd always assumed I wouldn't, that I FINALLY MET OTHER FFAs and they are awesome and now I'm close friends with one and it's freaking GREAT. All of this has also lead my partner and I to discover polyamory and now I'm in love with two people who love me back NOBODY EVER SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO DO THAT WHY THE FUCK DID NO ONE TELL ME

There are so many nuances and preferences I'd never considered. I knew what I liked and that's what I sought out in terms of porn and that was that. Actually talking to feedees and learning about the whole spectrum of things they each did or didn't enjoy or want to participate in was a revelation, and also helped me clarify my own preferences myself.

There are still things I've yet to come to terms with or decide how to feel about. The main things I'd always felt guilty or ashamed of were less to do with fat or fat guys, it was the feeding itself.

Where being an FFA is concerned - I like to think that if I'd ever been lucky enough to have a fat boyfriend when I was younger, I wouldn't have been shallow enough to care what anyone else thought. It's possible I'm giving my younger self too much credit; I know for certain that some people in my life would have made nasty comments, I was also hugely insecure myself, and I have no idea what it really would have been like. I have no doubt that living all my life in a fatphobic society has affected me in more ways than I'm even aware of (same as everyone else in some way, I'm guessing....). I think any uneasiness I felt there was less worrying about shallow friends or family members, and more how to find potential fat partners without offending them. I have always been conscious of the fact that the majority of fat people would very likely be horrified to be thought of and objectified through the lens of this fetish. You never know what someone's relationship to their own body is, but it's safe to bet that it's a more complex one than it seems, and also, unless you're expressly invited into that relationship by that person, it's none of your fucking business.

But anyway, the main reason I never had many hangups about it was that I don't think I even *was* attracted to fat people when I was young - sometimes I'm not sure I was even attracted to anyone. I had crushes on boys all the time, but I never thought of anyone sexually. My teenage fantasies were pure belly kink: stuffing, chugging, bloating, inflation, any kind of ridiculous fantasy belly expansion - the actual fattening aspect of feeding was less a part of it, and fancying fat dudes was never connected to it. By the time I'd begun to join the dots and wonder if I liked fat boys, I'd started to happen across media that portrays the worst of Feedism, and since I liked sadistic fucked up stuff and already felt ashamed of it, all of that just confirmed to me that I was right to hate myself. Even now, when I'm exposed to much more conversation about this kink than I ever used to be, I notice a lot of love for soft feedism, wholesome fatness appreciation, body positivity, romance (all of which I absolutely love, don't get me wrong) and I still sometimes feel Iike I'm being left out of the party. Keeping my fingers crossed for more consensual femdom-feedism love (and content, ugh…)

But… what would have happened if I hadn't gotten the fuck over myself and put myself out there, tried to find others? How many other young people see themselves portrayed horribly in the media and hide parts of themselves FROM THEMSELVES forever? What happens next? I've apparently found the one person who likes all the same twisted things I do, but actually getting to see him irl ever or do any of the things we want to do seems impossible, and not just because of Covid.

This fetish is lonely for most of us I think, in some way or another. There aren't many feedists, there don't seem to be as many female feeders or male feedees, there probably aren't many people who will share the same preferences within the fetish that you do, and frankly when you filter out the people who aren't crazy or creepy or don't know how to hold a conversation, the pool shrinks even further. I've seen plenty of posts bemoaning how hard it is to find someone, but seriously, having spent most of my life in a vacuum where this stuff is concerned, I'm still buzzing from having engaged with the small handful of people I've engaged with, even just to chat to.

What I want to say to my younger self is: you're a good person. You're just a kinky bitch, that's all.

I feel like this description probably applies to all the best people, I can live with that.

[nationalharryleague]

The Best Things Happen While You’re Dancing

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: Hi everyone! This is 2.5k of absolute tooth rotting fluff that was inspired by the Golden music video and the ultra talented @theharriediaries​!! Thank you to Soph and Lu (@meetmymouth​) for beta reading and giving me some direction when I needed it!! You can find more of my writing in my masterlist and I would LOVE if you could give me some feedback!! My requests are also open in my ask!! 

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“The Italians drink a lot over dinner,” Harry told you in an informative tone, an attempt to order yet another very expensive bottle of red. “Wine is very important in Italian culture,” he tipsily explained across the table, dimples prominent from his cheeky smile. “I learned that in my Italian classes.”

“Oh, did you?” you teased back at him, feeling a bit floaty as you finished your third glass, only for Harry to fill it right back up, emptying the bottle on the table. You laughed and shook your head as you watched him make eye contact with the waiter, motioning for him to bring another bottle over.

“Vino, vino, vino,” he hummed under his breath, playing with the empty glass in front of him that was soon filled up again with the deep red liquid that had stained his pouty lips a deep red and his tongue purple. The two of you sat in the front patio of a small restaurant down the block from your hotel, under a giant and bright moon that made his eyes sparkle even more than usual.

He had a boyish flush to his cheeks, which could have been from the wine or the remnants of a scaldingly hot day in Italy; maybe both. You could still feel the summer heat radiating back up from the pavement below you after it had baked in the sun all day. The oppressive heat still hung in the air, just enough for a light sheen of sweat to be covering you both that seemed to make Harry glow on the dimly lit patio.

You two had found yourself in Italy while Harry had some time off because he insisted he needed to go and practice his Italian. “Devo andare per la mia istruzione,” he told you one day after he got home from his class. “I have to go for my education,” he translated a moment later after being met with a blank look from you. He practiced all day every day.  He struck up conversations with locals, spoke with every fan who came to say hi, and attempted to translate menus and order every meal. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t, but he was trying nonetheless.

Harry in Italy was a special version of himself. He was smiley and carefree and always trying to fatten you up or get you drunk. When he was here, he seemed to wholeheartedly become the H you always knew, abandoning the rockstar and becoming the mushy and emotional man that told you he loved you in every sentence and needed to be touching you at all times. His hair had lightened a tiny bit from your days outdoors,  his skin had grown tan and taken on a golden tone, a side effect of him constantly ignoring when you told him to put on sunscreen.

You drank and ate and talked until the restaurant was closing down around you, a common occurrence when you two had the opportunity to slow down and just be together for a while, trying to forget that there was anything else going on in the world outside this tiny town. If he hadn’t captivated the wait staff with his broken Italian and charming smile earlier in the night, you were sure you would have been met with eyerolls from those cleaning up around you. Eventually, you two walked hand in hand out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk along the windy road, both of you full and drunk, and beginning the short walk back to your hotel.

He was smiling so wide his dimpled cheeks must have been hurting, a bright smile encouraged by the alcohol running through his system. His hair flopped over his forehead, curlier than usual because of the sea air and his lips were an even deeper purple than before. His beautiful mouth babbled, every thought in his head flowing past his lips in a slightly slurred mix of italian and english; a verbal expression of excitement and clumsiness.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight beside you, your fingers lazily interlocked with his, tugging him back when he moved too close to the street, hoping his wobbly legs wouldn’t trip on the uneven cobblestone sidewalk. You primarily didn’t want him to tear or stain his favorite light blue blazer if he took a tumble. He once told you it was his favorite because he thought the color looked like the sky on the day you had met. You remember blushing and pushing him away from you, telling him he was cheesy with a playful eye roll. “It’s my job to be cheesy!” he had defended himself. “Also, I’m not being cheesy, I’m a man in love.”

You were brought back into reality when he stopped in his tracks and pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso. “We should dance,” he beamed, eyes wide like it was the greatest idea he had ever thought of.

“There’s no music, H,” you regrettably informed him while pushing his curls away from his forehead. You couldn’t help but lean in and press a light kiss to his cheek. His skin was warm and slightly sweaty on your lips, a salty taste invading your mouth.

“We don’t need music. All the music is up here,” he winked while tapping his temple. “We're listening to classical.”

“Oh I see, music man,” you joked, unable to contain your giggles.

“Shh,” he attempted to quell your laughter, bringing his pointer finger to your lips. “Can’t hear the music.” A sarcastic seriousness played across his face, prompting another grin to sneak onto your lips. You pressed a kiss to his finger, before giving into his demand and falling quiet.

You could never fight the spell he put you under. You lived in a cloud of Harry, an intoxicating daze that made you unable to focus on the bad of the world when he was around. He had seemed to melt down the walls you had built before you had met, a fact that made him endearingly call you his ‘Ice Queen’ every once in a while. The charm and wit he carried with him wiped away your practicality, always knowing how to convince you to play along with his antics and throw your precious caution to the wind. He was your rose colored glasses. He made your heart jump all day long and unexpected bursts of joy were felt in your chest whenever he smiled, laughed, or said your name. You were enamored by him, an all consuming love you couldn’t escape from.

“What are you thinking about, pet?” he asked softly, breaking through your loving haze. “You have your thinking face on.” A light smile continued to play on his lips but it was softer now, taking on a gentle questioning quality.

“Just thinking about how much I love you,” you confessed.

His eyebrows perked up and so did the corners of his mouth into a delightful smirk. “I mean, who doesn’t?” His smart ass comment earned himself a playful slap to his chest, but your attempt to wiggle out of his arms was thwarted when he pulled you even tighter to him. “That’s no way to treat your dance partner, my love.”

“I want a different dance partner,” you taunted, sticking the tip of your tongue out at him.

One of his hands fell from your shoulders to the small of your waist, the other found one of yours and he began to sway with care side to side. “Too bad, we’re already dancing,” he spoke softly into your ear. You two moved in an easy rhythm to a song only Harry could hear, a more caring and tender tone taking over for your previously playful one.

His cheek pressed to your temple and your bodies pressed loosely to each other. If you tried hard enough, you could hear the man’s soft hum of a melody you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your feet fell carefully, wary of the uneven pavement in your heels, but you reminded yourself even if you were to fall, the arm looped around your waist would be sure to catch you. Small kisses peppered your forehead and you were released from his grasp for only a second for him to twirl you around, the skirt of your dress splaying out around you before being enveloped in him once again.

“I love you, angel,” he murmured softly when you found yourself resting back against his chest. He had abandoned his joking tone, shifting to a gentler and more serious cadence, pouring his soul into every word that left his lips as they brushed against your forehead. “I am so happy that I get to spend my life with you.”

“I love you so much. This is a happier life than I could have ever imagined for myself,” you spoke after a thoughtful pause. You were still swaying calmly, seeming to move in time with the cool breeze settling over the two of you, but Harry’s humming had been abandoned for a reflective silence.

“What kind of house do you want us to live in one day?” he asked abruptly, choosing to move in a seemingly unrelated direction.

“It has to be big; with enough rooms to fill with lots of cats and dogs, and when the time comes, maybe a baby. And I want a big porch to sit on together and watch the world go by on.” You felt him nod thoughtfully and with a hum of agreement.

“Do you want it to be the only house we ever live in? Or do you want to try out different places to find your favorite?”

“I think I want it to be our one house. I want us to be the crazy old people who have lived in the old rickety house at the end of the block forever; the ones who always have stories to tell and grandchildren constantly coming and going.”

“Can we be the ones who brag about never having a fight?”

“Do you mean the ones who lie?” you asked with a chuckle, looking up to face him. He broke out into a high pitched giggle, your favorite laugh of his. It warmed you to your core knowing that you were the only one who could make him laugh like that.

“Exactly,” he nodded in confirmation, still chuckling to himself.

“We can lie and say we’ve never had a fight as long as we never stop getting wine drunk and slow dancing to no music on random streets while on vacation,” you quipped.

“Sounds like a plan, my love.”

“I know we’ve talked about doing it, but when do you want to get married? I don’t want to inconvenience either of our careers with wedding planning or anything like that. I don’t really care as long as we get to spend our lives together.” The words fell freely from your mouth, the wine still running through your veins blocking the inhibition that probably should have kept the words inside your head.

“Getting married to you wouldn’t be an inconvenience, darling.”

“I know. Wrong words,” you chuckled. “Well, I guess I should have asked when you want to get engaged,” you corrected yourself. “I suppose we have to do that first.”

“Why not now?” he asked, with a mischievous twang in his voice. You felt one of his arms slip from around you and start rummaging in his jacket pocket.

“What?”

“I said,” he began again, “why not now?” His hand emerged from his pocket, presenting you with a tiny red velvet ring box.  

Your mind went blank. Your usually rapid and incessant thoughts seemed to stop altogether in a mix of shock and awe. You knew this day, or night, would come eventually. You two had discussed a future together extensively and had agreed you didn’t want to spend your lives with anyone else, but you had never imagined the moment he asked you to be his forever. You had never imagined this moment.

His eyebrows slicked up, lips curled in a devilish smile, and he sank down onto one knee before you. Your hands flew up to your face and the wetness on your fingertips alerted you to the tears that had begun to fall down your cheeks, your heartbeat pounding loud in your ears.

“My dear,” Harry began as he settled onto the sidewalk, balancing carefully on the cobblestone ground. “I have been in love with you since the very first day I met you and that adorable little snort slipped out when you laughed at one of my bad jokes. You have been the first thought I have in the morning and the last thought I have before I fall asleep for longer than you know. You are kind and smart and funny and you light up every room you walk into. I do not want to spend another second of my life without knowing you’ll be by my side for the rest of it. Will you marry me?”

He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and you looked down at him through tearful ones. You began a furious nod, before choking out the only word he wanted to hear. “Yes,” you sobbed, holding out a shaky hand for him to slide the ring onto.

The ring was beautiful; dazzling under the light of the full moon and the dim street lights above you. It slid onto your ring finger with ease, sitting snugly like the ring was made just  for you. It was simple, which Harry knew was your style and it held one (large) diamond in a simple silver setting, no bells or whistles needed.

Harry grabbed you by the waist as soon as the ring was secure and picked you up in his arms and spun, twirling you around like the two of you had just slipped out of a rom-com. Delighted giggles fell from both of your lips before he finally stopped, your laughter pausing when your lips found his.

It was a salty kiss, due to the sheen of sweat still sitting on Harry’s skin and the tears that were still streaming down your own, but it just felt so right. He was warm and smiling, lips still tasting of the pinot noir you had shared. Your lips moved together in a perfect harmony like they were meant for each other.

“Thank god you said yes,” Harry breathed when you finally separated. “I’ve been carrying that ring with me everywhere we go for two months now.”

With a playful eye roll, you pulled the curly man to you and connected your lips once again, unable to get enough of him. His intoxicating cologne filled your nostrils and you had never felt more safe or happy. The love you shared felt like when the sun warms your skin under a golden hour sunset; bright yet soft, spectacular yet easy. And you were ready for it to never end.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS ARE SUPER APPRECIATED!! 

[debbiebeary]

Disgust and Ecstasy

1

“God, Dillon, your butt is so damn perfect!” crooned Brian between mouthfuls of his sweet, young starfish. Dillon whipped his legs around in ecstasy on the bed where, occasionally, Brian and his husband (presently at work) would sleep in together. The room was tight, but cozy inside the charming 1920’s-era character home. The last shimmers of dusk shone blue through the window and the amber glow of a lamp on the other side of the room bounced off a far wall, flooding the two writhing men in its honeyed light. “Thanks big daddy!” the handsome young cub replied, his tongue flopped out of his mouth in bliss as his heavy set daddy friend slurped between his fit little asscheeks.

Dillon was attending university in the Pacific Northwest in the Willamette valley, just over the cascades was the town of Alder Glade, where Brian worked on the school district board and was also a producer at the local theatre.

The two were drawn to one another initially through mutual attraction. Dillon was a chubby chaser. Always had been, always would be, and from the moment he set his eyes on the Nordic beefcake he was sold. Eyes sparkling blue like a glacial lake, a full greying beard unsuccessfully covering a thick neck, double chin and perky chubby cheeks. Down lower Brian had a healthy portion of fur covering his meaty chest and round pot belly.

A belly that was almost always sucked in, much to Dillon’s lament.

Brian may have been a chubby daddy, but he was what some people may call a ‘sad chub’, an ‘accidental bear’ (as opposed to an on purpose bear), a ‘reluctant fat boy’. He may have enjoyed the attention from younger men his status gave him, but if things were up to him he would have been a lean muscle bear with not an ounce of fat on him.

Dillon, though enjoying the romps with the larger daddy, (as presently he was twisted around with his back against the sheets, the big daddy bear lunging towards his erect, throbbing member, sinking down all the way to his brown bush), he couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

In the last year since university he had put on thirty pounds, going from roughly one hundred and thirty pounds to one hundred and sixty, if he had it his way he'd add at least another hundred pounds on top of where he was, too. He felt sexier than ever, yet as he guided his daddies hand to his softening stomach, he felt Brian scoff through his fellatio, reluctantly giving his cubby a rather passionless belly rub. He couldnt help but feel a little bit deflated in response, but he tried hard to stay hard. Turns out it was hard work.

Dillon rolled his eyes and tried his best to enjoy the blowjob. Imagining his friend stating ‘oh my, look at this belly you’re growing, fattening up nicely aren’t we, boy?’ or ‘looks like my little butterball is going to be a bear soon’ while giving his growing tummy a healthy slap. He could tell, however, this would never be the case. Brian liked him because he had just enough meat on his bones he wasn’t skinny anymore, but too much more meat would be more than the older bear could stomach. He loved his fur, his skin, his hazel eyes and mischievous smirk. He did not like his gaining fetish.

“C’mon big daddy. Rub my big belly!” said Dillon in a husky voice.

“You’re still just an otter, boy.” The daddy growled as his face was buried in his crotch between his budding fupa and thickening thigh. Dillon hated it when his daddy friend downplayed his weight gain. Total boner killer.

Dillon sighed.

“Alright Brian, time for me to fuck that fat ass.” Dillon chirped excitedly, trying to keep things interesting, especially after that intentionally disruptive comment of Brians.

Which brings us to the second issue between the two, Brian was a reluctant bottom, only taking the position so he could get his hands on Dillon’s 'still perfect' body. He wasn’t, however, particularly enthusiastic about the whole setup and sighed deeply before taking the position.

“Alright boy,” he said, sticking his chubby ass up into the air, at two hundred eighty pounds and a height of six foot three, it gave Dillon quite the mountain to climb for his prize. But as usual, that wasn’t the position Dillon wanted to take Brian. He stared and smirked in response,

"C'mon boy, I don't have all night, Ken will be home at 11."

“Naw big bear, not like that. On your back. I wanna see your big sexy belly!” Brian failed to fully hide a grimace as he flipped onto his back, his tummy wobbling slightly as he did so, only slightly, however because Brian’s abdomen was still tensed in vain, always to Dillon’s chagrin.

“Oooh fuck that’s so hot Brian!”

“Well at least someone likes it!”

“Oh god yeah I do,” Dillon said, guiding his lubed up dick towards Brian’s hole between his fluffy buns, “fuck yes I dooo!” he moaned as his cock sunk into Brian’s hole.

“fuck…” Dillon moaned as he began to rock on his knees against Brian’s chubby rear. Brian’s cheeks were red and sweat began seeping out onto his bald forehead as he was beginning to get pounded, Dillon often started slow but often reached a fever pitch. Brian's cheeks and chin began to wobble with every thrust, but those weren't the only features jiggling.

As Dillon found his rhythm he looked down at Brian’s gut, when he was being pounded in missionary there was no attempt to suck in, showing, at last, the tubby extent of Brian’s grey furred belly. The faster and harder Dillon pumped his dick into Brian the more Brian’s chunky belly began to ripple, his shallow but wide belly button beckoned him and Dillon began to finger and massage it,

“Such a sexy belly, daddy.”

“Thanks…” Brian croaked dubiously.

Dillon leaned forward and clamped his mouth around Brian’s fat moob, sucking hard on his nipple.

“Ohhhh, boy, that feels so good!” moaned Brian despite himself.

“Fuck I love nursing your fat tiddies daddy!”

As Dillon got closer and closer to his climax he released Brian’s legs and grabbed his soft, wobbling gut with both his hands, shaking it with all his might, rippling his fat as he began to pound Brian’s rear as hard as he could,

“So. Fucking. Fat!” Dillon cried out as he flooded Brian’s guts with cum.

Dillon rolled off Brian panting and Brian finished himself off quickly with his right hand and a few flicks of his wrist, snuggling up to Dillon after getting off.

Dillon had news but he wasn’t even sure he wanted to say it out loud.

“In a few weeks I’m going to Vancouver to see a feeder.” He said simply

“Dillon,” Brian responded in a concerned tone, “I’m getting worried about this fetish of yours.”

2

Dillon sighed and rolled his eyes reading Brian’s text after sending him a dick pic.

Brian: you better watch that belly, son, I don’t want it to get too big and cover your cock and your bush.

Dillon wanted more than anything for it to cover his cock and his bush. Comments like this weren’t rare either, they were getting more common, especially after his lecture about abdominal weight being bad for the heart the last time they were both together before his trip up to Vancouver.

‘Yadda yadda. Like I haven’t had that catastrophizing, clean eating, healthy heart shit crammed down my throat all my life,’ Dillon would always think when confronted with such obtuse sermonizing.

Sermonizing that was becoming more and more common in recent times and not without a cause either.

It had been three months since the feeding in Vancouver B.C., which occurred late November. The trip was a hedonistic foray with a handsome blonde bear named Hayden, who sat at a rotund two hundred eighty five pounds and had a thick slab of an overhang tantalizing Dillon between every mouthful of sea-salted chocolate caramel ice cream (lactose free). His deep, mostly smooth but only very lightly blonde-furred belly and golden skin, only interrupted by the odd mole (which Dillon thought was sexy anyhow) and dopey, thick bearded face drove Dillon to the heights of ecstasy.

Since that meeting something clicked in Dillon’s brain. Mainly his appetite. The consequence? A lot had changed. Particularly Dillon’s waistline. Brian was right to cringe. Dillon had blossomed from one hundred and sixty pounds to one hundred eighty five. The twenty five pound gain hardly went unnoticed. Classmates made fun of his double chin. He bought an entire new wardrobe. His parents were concerned. His sister across in Baltimore laughed at his chubby face over Zoom. All in all he was feeling rather pleased with himself.

He looked in the mirror and stretched his arms above his head until the shirt he was wearing rode up all the way past his bellybutton.

“Finally outgrown mediums!” He exclaimed to himself cheerfully. Cupping the belly with both hands, he lifted it from underneath, pooching it up, making the bellybutton appear deeper. He stuck his finger in. With the belly smooshed up the way it was his finger was already as far in as it would go as it did when he put it in Brian’s. He imagined himself fatter.

Brian: it’s going to be fun playing with that dick this weekend, boy.

Dillon paused. Fiendishly, he propped his phone against a cup and a shampoo bottle in front of his dorm mirror and angled his phone until it framed his belly perfectly. He took a video of himself jiggling his new soft belly, fur abound, some of it getting sucked into the black hole of his belly button. After a few jiggles get gave his little growing gut a few meaty slaps and ended the recording. He then sent it to Brian.

Brian: that’s an unfortunate look.

Dillon: how come?

Three dots scintillating in that monochromatic frosted blue inside the mellow primary blue bubble. Then they stopped. Dillon face twisted with mischief.

Dillon: is it because my belly is getting big?

Three dots. This time a response followed.

Brian: Dillon. You’re getting too fat.

Dillon’s dick sprang to attention.

Brian: You need to start hitting the gym before you get any bigger.

Dillon’s dick throbbed so hard he felt like he would faint. Through his wicked, lust-fuelled haze a seed of a scheme germinated and burst through the damp soil of his mind, a season full of conniving growth passed in an instant.

‘I wonder how much fatter I can get before I see him again?’

Dillon: how fat is too fat?

Brian: when you have the same BMI as I do.

Dillon quickly added things up, Brian’s BMI had recently gone up due to him gaining back a bunch of weight, now sitting at three hundred twenty pounds. To which he couldn’t even coax a belly pic from Brian (well, he managed to get one, but Brian was standing with ‘good posture’ and sucking in his gut so hard it made his face look constipated).

‘6’3, 320 lbs.’

‘5’11, 185…’

He played with the numbers on the BMI converter on his phone until they showed him what he needed to know.

He needed to gain one hundred pounds.

‘So be it then’

Quickly, he thought up a lie, a delicious one, and concocted a plan in his head immediately.

Dillon: oh man! I’m sorry daddy! My sister is coming over from Baltimore, haven’t seen her in a while. We’ll have to reschedule!

Brian: aww, that’s too bad cub. Have fun with your family though!

Dillon: sure thing!

Three more months of classes. He’d been sitting on his lazy ass eating cafeteria food, fast food and tonnes of soda, milk everything. It’s what caused his weight to go up so drastically in just three months. He calculated at least another twenty pounds.

‘185 + 20….’

Unable to contain himself, be brushed his growing pink nipples amongst a sea of fur after ripping his shirt off over his head in a swift motion.

‘…= 205lbs’

He had to take his hand off his dick so he didn’t cum.

He never thought he’d be over two hundred, and just in time for swimsuit season he calculated - a conservative estimate -that he would be at least five pounds over.

His next thoughts made his body operate as if on autopilot.

Dillon: hey Hayden, does your work still need an extra guy… uh, bearista? And are you still looking for a room mate? Maybe I could come up and fill both those positions. That is if they’re willing to pay an illegal American under the table.

The very thought of his plan working filled Dillon with such lust he looked in the mirror and thought about what he would look like at two-o-five.

Then he thought what it would look like at two eighty five.

He plunged his thumb into his belly button and wrapped his fingers down under his belly, he stood hunched so he gave himself an overhang to grab onto. Dropping his phone into the empty sink, he twisted his nipple with his other hand.

“Yeah, fuckin piggy. We,” he jiggled his belly to let it know he was addressing it, “we got a lot of growing to do in Canada, don’t we piggy? Yeah, I’m gonna get so fuckin fat, I’m gonna get so big it’ll give Brian a fuckin stroke!” He said, his voice getting whiny and lustful “Brian? Uh, fuck. Brian, why are you looking at me like that?”

And he mimicked Brian’s voice,

“Good-god boy! What the fuck have you done to yourself!?” a vividly imagined expression popped into Dillon’s head of a dismayed Brian looking down at an obese Dillon splayed out on his bed, fat rolls cascading down his furry body.

At that, wheezing and panting, clearly on his way to becoming out of shape, he threw his head back, stumbling backwards against the wall, and sprayed his load all over his chunky reflection in front of him.

“Oh fuck yea!”

After he cleaned up he remembered the text that sent him on his horned out fantasy. Grabbing his phone, he noticed two texts that made him want to do it all over again.

Brian: don’t eat too much with your family! You’re getting too chubby! Maybe hit the gym instead.

He’d lay into that last comment for sure. As a lie. Then he read the next one.

Hayden: yeah bud! We’d love to have you up here! I’m over 330 now and only getting bigger, maybe I’ll rub off on you a bit!

“Rub off on me? That’s the idea baby!”

[eggluttony]

sometimes I think of super cute concepts but they still involve wg so to fetish blog it goes lol

I like the sweetness in Casino Egg gaining a whole lot of weight after meeting modern, Boom, and the other counterparts. Casino Egg loves getting fat because he feels really sexy and it's arousing to him but one of the cute things is how he ends up being fattened up in an even better way than he ever imagined he would. not just with good food but also lots of love from the love Boom puts into food he makes and feeds him and the other counterparts joining in, encouraging and praising him, and loving him and his belly!

so he also likes getting fatter so he can be bigger, softer, and extra cuddly for his boyfriends, giving them even more to love and hug. and he really loves his hugs! sometimes when he's gained quite a lot rather quickly, he'll notice that his boyfriends will become extra clingy, cuddling him tighter and for longer and randomly squeezing and playing with his fat even more often. he feels so special, being loved up. it makes the progress all the more rewarding and helps in motivating him to keep getting bigger and bigger, he knows it's appreciated and worth it

Boom Eggman would especially give him this extra attention a lot and Casino Egg would soon notice this when he feels up his body, sometimes even mindlessly as his hands can't help but wander. Boom starts to understand what it's like to get the urge to touch and get handsy like he always does to him, and of course Casino Egg always allows it. he also loves waking up to find that Boom was hugging his big warm soft belly all night. but he also teases, saying "you really like my new developments, don't ya?"

Boom blushes as he can get shy when teased but admits that he loves how he's feeling extra warm, soft, and squishy and it's hard to let go, it's just so cozy as well as sexy. he likes admiring his work, knowing a lot of the weight and ever improving pudgy soft rolls of thick fat on his body is thanks to his help. he's so well fed thanks to his efforts of cooking and Casino Egg's efforts in eating it all. he says Boom is always welcome to admire and play with the body he helped grow and they're so proud 💜

no surprise that he ends up gaining 170 lbs while in a relationship but the thought of getting as close to 600 lbs as he can while still being able to do most of the things he needs to is so hot to him, he's fat, happy, and cuddly. he loves going around thinking "I'm so loved and so well taken care of by my boyfriends and I've got the big belly to prove it!" and the thought of people thinking "yeah, too loved and too well taken care of because that belly is too big."

that's his goal! it's cute and sweet but in a horny way. he was fattened up so wonderfully because of his boyfriends, especially Boom Eggman, always making sure that he's always so full of both food and love heheh. it makes it especially intimate and satisfying to see the numbers on the scale climb, feel so much heavier, and look so much bigger by the months that way. and he somehow manages to become an even bigger hugger than ever before! he didn't think cuddles could get any better but they do and it's so heavenly 🥰💖💕💜

he just becomes such a big fatty because he's so loved! it's a HUGE sign of love because his bf Boom his cook and his other bfs as his encouragers show him love by keeping him overfed well fed, and he shows them love by eating so good for them and getting even fatter to give even more even better hugs and cuddle sessions than ever before!! that's just so super sweet to me hfjsbdkgmsngm 💖

[sugaftrm]

you know i have this weird feeling inside me whenever they express their concerns in gaining weight... not only in in the soop but also in other times... like i know they tell >us< to be healthy, eat well and stop caring about fattening (especially yoongi, since always), but i wish they wouldn't talk so much about this on camera, even if it's just among them. we all know that as idols they have always been used to a certain type of body and that's their standard, but it causes me negative feelings when i see them saying things like that :-( idk if i was clear (?)you know i always have this weird feeling inside me whenever they express their concerns in gaining weight... not only in in the soop but also in other times... like i know they tell >us< to be healthy, eat well and don't care a lot about fattening (especially yoongi, since always), but i wish they wouldn't talk so much about this on camera, even if it's just among them. we all know that as idols they have always been "destinated" to a certain type of body and that's their standard, but it causes me negative feelings when i see them saying things like that :-( idk if i was clear (?)

it goes from worrying about simple things as my double chin and my non-existent marked jaw to things more complicated, as weight... anyway it's not their fault it just happens :-( i think you gotta have a good mind to keep you away from this thoughts

p.s.: you are the first person i see that talks about this and i'm glad that i'm not the only one who feels this way. anyway i know the tannies would be more careful about this if they knew the impact this little things can cause

hi anon, first - thank you for sharing your thoughts and your experiences with me. it's not easy to open up about struggles with appearance. i think you were pretty clear in stating that even though their profession may 'require' them to look a particular way [which is a whole other discussion] and that comes with expectations they have for themselves, that the way they speak about their bodies is still harmful for anyone listening to/witnessing them.

bangtan's 'love yourself' campaign has positively impacted so many people across the globe + i truly believe their comfort reaches people when they most need it. that was the case for me, armys that i have spoken to, and even a client of mine who said namjoon's speeches helped her get through hard times. and that responsibility is not easy for the group i imagine. but i think there's a difference between the tannie's being vulnerable with us about their struggles & them indirectly [and likely unintentionally] endorsing the concept that thin bodies are better bodies. the negative thoughts you mentioned, i imagine so many other people experience that too and probably don't know how to address it because bangtan provide us with joy and comfort too. it's hard because i feel concerned about members who state they haven't eaten for days, or they're concerned about looking full in the face, or they have to work hard to not gain weight for xyz reasons. because as a clinician, those are red flags for disordered eating behaviors and struggles with body image. anti-fat bias has dire consequences too. i don't think i'm saying they should just stop thinking or feeling the things they are insecure about; that's probably what makes them so relatable to begin with. they are entitled to feel how they feel! but i do agree with you that they should be more cognizant of what gets aired and said to the public. i want them to be more intentional about how they speak about bodies & wellness, especially since they've discussed healing and mental health - they must know that it's contradictory to tell others not to skip meals and to love themselves, while in the same breath indicating that weight gain is unacceptable and not eating, is the way to avoid gaining weight. i hope things change soon + armys find a way to address this with bangtan. sending much love your way with season 2 of in the soop, please take breaks if you need or set boundaries on what media you want to consume vs not. you get to make that choice! <3

[gainerstories]

Professor Plump

*UNLOCKED*

As a big fat thank you to everyone who has supported this blog and enjoyed my stories, I am unlocking one of my favorite stories off Patreon. This has been a rough year for everyone and y’all enjoy a little treat. Of course, if you want more (20+ more fattening stories in fact) you know where to go. Enjoy. 

As much as Robert Daniels loved being a professor, he woke up full of dread on the first day of fall semester. At 28 he was the youngest tenure track faculty in his department and he often felt that all eyes were on him. His first academic year had been rough, exhausting, and tiresome and he wasn’t ready to get back in the game. He just wanted his beautifully sunny and lazy summer vacation to last one or two more months.

As he sat up in bed his belly spilled forward pushing down his morning wood. There was no doubt he’d gained quite a bit of pudge in the last few months. It didn’t bother him, however, as most of his colleagues were plump and he viewed extra weight as a sign of contentment and maturity. During the school year he had actually lost weight from stress and being overworked. His new, rounder form lent a sense of satisfaction.

As Robert stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to shower he took a close look at himself. He’d be turning 29 soon and was finally starting to look like a man. His face had grown scruffy and his chest hair finally bloomed across his pecs and down to his puffy stomach. The thirty pounds of fat that clung to his belly also gave him a more mature look. He was now firmly within “dad bod” territory and wore that badge with pride. He scooped his fat up with both his hands and gave it a hearty jiggle. He wondered if anyone on campus would comment on his somewhat weight gain.

Turning around, Robert examined his rear which was now fluffy and dimpled with cellulite. He noticed that even his ass had grown a bit hairier along with a small patch of fuzz on his lower back, framed between two bulging love handles. He could recall seeing the same patch on his father and wondering if the same was in store for himself. This memory cemented his perceived transition into manhood.

Robert’s thighs had also thickened up a bit and now touched when he was standing straight. He rubbed his thighs and gave them a slap, admiring how they bounced. Lately, he had no choice but to manspread when he sat down. Crossing his legs was a thing of the past. The added weight on his lower half gave him a sense of groundedness. All around the extra pudge made him feel strong and unshakable, despite jiggling quite a lot when he actually did shake.

Most of this excess poundage had been accrued during a month long cruise down Central America. Robert had spent almost every single day getting tipsy on fruity blended drinks and satisfying his drunchies from dusk ‘til dawn at the buffet. Carbs became his best friend, soaking up the sugary alcoholic concoctions he guzzled during the day. Altogether, cruise life was a much needed respite from the long nights of grading papers and doing research during the academic year.

His salary did not allow him to indulge in fancy foods very often, and so this cruise was an opportunity to go hog wild. He made a conscious decision to eat and live like a king. As a result, he began to notice his body expanding only midway through the trip. It seemed as though out of nowhere he had grown a squishy paunch that jutted out behind his shirts. By the end of the vacation he was even larger, noticing fat accumulating all over his body.

As he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, Robert found himself particularly fascinated by the small white stretch marks that had formed at the top of his inner thighs. He traced his fingers over their subtle indentations. He hadn’t seen fresh stretch marks since puberty when his shoulders expanded overnight one summer. He was shocked to see the same thing happen simply from overeating on a long vacation.

Plump, tan, and satisfied, Robert stepped into the shower with vigor and began to get ready for his first day back to work. He trimmed his wild scruff back to a presentable shadow and styled his hair. He then slipped into underwear that clung more than usual to his meaty rump and resultantly compressed his bulge more than usual. He would have to remember to buy some new pairs. T-shirts had also grown a bit snug but this was not a huge concern for they would be hidden behind a button up. What he hadn’t considered was that his button ups from last year would also struggle to fit around his new body.

Robert sucked in his gut while doing each button. He let his stomach spill forward and was shocked at just how much the shirt did not fit. Scrambling through his closet he found the loosest button up he owned and put it on. It was still snug and would definitely be strained when he sat down, but it would have to suffice. Next, he slid into his stretchiest pair of chinos and was instantly filled with anxiety.

The fabric clung to his thighs and ass leaving little to the imagination. This would have been tolerable except for the fact that the waistband would not button no matter how hard he tried. With no other option, Robert scrounged a safety pin from the utility drawer and fastened the pants closed. Donning one of his bulkier belts he hoped no one would notice he’d outgrown his pants.

His day commenced with a faculty meeting catered with coffee and pastries. Although he had eaten a breakfast sandwich immediately upon getting to campus, he grabbed a healthy looking danish for the meeting. It was dry and mediocre as campus food tended to be, but that didn’t stop him from inhaling it within minutes. A few of his colleagues eyed his bulging waistline although no one made a comment.

Midway through the two hour meeting Robert found that his stomach was already growling to be fed. With no other choice, he would have to eat another Danish despite the fact he would be the only one going for seconds. He stood to grab one more danish and as he sat down he heard the unmistakable noise of a seam busting. Praying no one else heard, he subtly reached down to his thighs where a small hole had formed.

After the meeting he headed straight to the bathroom to examine the damage. It wasn’t too bad, maybe just an inch or so large. Plus, his underwear matched his pants so it was barely noticeable. He figured he could get through the day without anyone noticing. Although no one noticed the tear in his pants, his students were fully aware of his newfound growth.

“Mr. Daniels lookin’ THICK,” someone commented before his first class began.

Robert ignored the comment and got on with his lecture. Still, in the back of his head he worried about his appearance and snug outfit. There was no question he would be investing in some new work clothes. By the end of the class he was hungry once again. At least it was lunch time, so he felt justified in heading to the student union for a big meal. He grabbed a massive burrito, chips and guac, a cookie, and large soda which he brought back to his desk.

Such a filling lunch was exactly what he needed. The food was comforting and satisfying, giving the plump professor a sense of peace. After scarfing it all down he leaned back in his chair and sighed. Just as he did so two buttons on his shirt went shooting across the room. “Fuck,” he said aloud to himself and went searching for the buttons so he could sew them back on. As he knelt on his hands and knees he felt the contents of his belly slosh forward and the seam of his pants rip even further.

Eventually, he found the missing buttons and broke out the sewing kit to get them back on. By the time he was finished stitching himself back into his clothes, there was someone knocking at his door. He’d forgotten about office hours. In a mad rush he cleaned the food wrappers off his desk and greeted the student. As he sat back down at his desk the same two buttons snapped back off and shot under his desk. Although the student overtly stared at Robert’s bulging gut, filled to the brim with his fattening lunch, neither of them acknowledged the embarrassment.

After the student left, Robert took off the button up and slipped his spare sport coat over his tee. The tee was more than a little snug and definitely didn’t hide much- the indentation of his belly button was fully visible- but it would have to do. After a constant stream of students over the course of an hour Robert rushed to his next class. The lecture left Robert feeling exhausted and tired. It was evening and he had grown peckish again, so he decided to grab a bite to eat before he had a meeting with the dean and could go home.

Hawaiian barbecue sounded like a good idea when he ordered it. However, after gobbling up every last morsel, the young professor felt uncomfortably full and bloated. He yearned for to return to the cruise ship where he could take a long nap after overindulging, but instead he sluggishly headed to the dean’s office. His belly had swelled considerably with the Hawaiian food and he found himself having to stretch the hem of his shirt down to ensure his gut was fully concealed.

Once inside, Robert cautiously took a seat in one of the rickety old chairs in the waiting room for the dean. After a few seconds he felt a snap underneath his ass as the seat of the chair gave way. Trying to be as subtle as possible, Robert cautiously lifted himself from the broken chair and casually examined a painting on the wall until the dean greeted him.

Once inside, the dean offered him a home baked muffin that his wife had made. Robert tried to refuse at first but the dean pushed it on him. He began pecking at the muffin and realized it was indeed quite moist and delicious. He polished it off in a couple minutes and resisted licking his fingers. By the end of the meeting the dean persuaded Robert to take one more muffin for the road. Without a second thought, Robert greedily snatched the biggest muffin of the bunch.

As he walked through the campus at night, illuminated by lanterns, Robert gobbled up the muffin while reflecting on the fact that he was in desperate need of a new wardrobe. His belly was stuffed to capacity and the sheer weight of it bulging out in front of him forced Robert to walk slow and steady with his shoulders back and hips forward. Freed from his constricting button up, his rounded gut peeked out from behind the sport coat and wobbled back and forth with each step to his car.

The walk seemed longer than usual, likely because he was slower than usual. Somewhat winded, Robert couldn’t wait to sit down as he opened the door to his hatchback. However, as he did so, a booming snap assaulted his ears and he felt his belly spill forward into his lap. Robert’s belt had completely snapped in half while the thigh of his pants simultaneously split all the way open from knee to crotch. His girth was simply too much to contain.

At least it happened at the end of the day, he told himself.

[slashersins]

wondering if u could do slashers with a rlly bony boyfriend? (or s/o)

bony ? you are actually so lucky that i finally found out what it’s like to hug and cuddle with someone who is bony . #shoutouttomywife’sgirlfriend . don’t worry baby boy , i got you ~

wondering if u could do slashers with a rlly bony boyfriend? (or s/o)

jason

oh god . he thinks he might crush you . he wants to hold you so tight but he’s scared of snapping you in half . but you remind him that you’re tougher than you look and you don’t mind being crushed in a tight embrace . just bat those doe eyes at him and he’ll get weak .

lanky arms around his neck ? jason’s hand engulfs your arm so easily . he gets dizzy . it’s terrifying and such a power trip . can you see your ribs when you suck in deep . jason’s fingers are suddenly there , tracing each rib , counting them , amazed and happy that you have all of them . do your hip bones jut out ? oooooooh , jason traces over them , eyes wide as he marvels at how delicate you are . 

also be prepared for jason to want to carry you everywhere , he doesn’t need you falling into a hole and breaking those cute legs of yours . 

thomas

you’re probably the smallest member of the hewitt house hold . and that means that everyone is trying to fatten you up . now don’t get me wrong , thomas loves you . he loves how small and delicate you look next to him . he loves being able to pick you up and sit you on his lap . he likes how graceful , yes to him you’re fucking graceful , you look when you walk around the house and do your chores . and you’re so small that he feels powerful when he holds you . but god , he wants to put meat on your bones .

it’s likely that thomas will bring you snacks often and luda mae will try to make you so many sweets . they don’t see anything wrong with you being bony they just want you to have more cushion as protection . it’s either fatten you up or cover you in pillows .

thomas knows how easy it is for him to break done . to cut through it . he knows the familiar snap , the feel and sound satisfying . so he’s very protective of his bony boy . he doesn’t think you’re weak , not really . he just worries . sometimes , when you’re both in bed , lazing about , thomas will lean half way over you . he’ll trace your jaw , your clavicles , over ribs , between the dips , lower over hips bones . at this point he’s on top of you , head bent down as he circles his hands around your waist and gives a little squeeze . god , you’re beautiful , y/n . he wants to snap you in half and keep you whole all at the same time . his pretty bony boy .

bubba

have you seen nubbins and chop top ? you’ll fit right in . bubba is already fully aware that bony boys can take a lot . so he’s not as concerned as you breaking something , more concerned that you’re going to use your thin frame to get stuck somewhere like nubbins . please don’t hang out with them too much . the chaotic bony bunch doesn’t need a third . 

wear his clothes . for the love of god . bubba is a big man . so grab one of his shirts and let it hang off you . you might feel silly but bubba finds it the sexiest thing ever . he’ll grab at you , chubby fingers touching over your smaller frame with awe as he whines . he wants to put other clothes on you , to dress up . to see how you just get dwarfed and swallowed up .

bones poking out ? being a little jabby ? bubba doesn’t fucking care . let them bones dig into his belly , he loves it . honestly he might have a thing for you being so small . also he gonna nip and bite and lick all over your bony body , smothering you in affection . he’s the only one of the slashers who isn’t afraid of breaking your bones . he hasn’t broken any of nubbins and chop tops yet . 

michael

he’s interested . you’re small . delicate . breakable . easily ruined . the way he can feel your bones under his hands without any effort on his part . it goes straight to his head , igniting a deep need in him . he needs to bring you as close to breaking as you as possible . bruises ? check . dark nail marks over your skin ? check . the power trip ? check . 

sometimes you think that michael might be thinking about how easy snapping your spine would be . you’re right . but he won’t . no , he’ll just tighten his grip just hard enough , then loosen his grip and give you a satisfied look . 

manhandling is a must for him . even know . you might think jesse is a man handling beast , but michael doesn’t want to put you down ever . which is strange considering he is a solitary man and more akin to a cat than anything . but your tiny little body is his fucking cat nip . 

brahms

delicate . lovely . beautiful . like some sort of statue carved with gentle care that came from the renaissance age of art . to brahms you are a work of fucking art . he was dreaming of coming out and holding you , of studying you , of experiencing you when he was hiding in the walls . 

now that he’s out , he can barely keep his hands off . his touch so soft and careful , as if you were made of marble , able to be cracked and destroyed at the slightest touch . body worship is a must for him . he has to touch every inch , learn every detail of you . 

the fact that you and brahms are both on the smaller side , you of course being a delicate boy and brahms being lean yet toned , it means that he loves how your bodies fit together . slotting against each other like two pieces of a puzzle . prepare to be held constantly , to have hands roaming over you . 

jesse

he’s going to man handle you . tossing you over his shoulder , tossing you to the bed , the couch , all with a smug look . he’s going to buy you clothes that shows off that beautiful bone structure of yours . he’ll grab you in public , puling you in close and settling a hand on your hip , letting everyone see how small you are compared to him , showing off the pure possession with the size different . you’re his baby boy . his little sugar baby . no one can match him . how could they ? he’s jesse . 

god he fucking loves to see you naked . his eyes dark and hungry . he wants you to run your hands over your own body , showing yourself off to him . he wants you sitting in his lap , pressing in close as he wraps his arms around your waist , just holding you and feeling how fucking delicate you are in his arms . you might just be jesse’s kink . 

billy & stu

both boys aren’t bony . they are a bit lanky and tall and slim with some muscle . typical general young adult male size . which means they are going to fucking tease you . bag of bones , bone daddy , little skellington . all the nicknames . but said with love and affection as they grab at you and press in close . 

stu will run his fingers over your ribs as if he’s playing a guitar , making mouth noises as he does so . you’re a guitar , bone baby ! let’s rock ! also stu has no probably just running up behind you and lift you off the ground and over his shoulder , patting your ass and laughing . it’s not his fault you’re so small , but fuck if he doesn’t love it . 

billy is smug and teasing . bu the won’t go as far as stu . this miscreant is likely to sneak up behind you , hands on your hips as he nips at you and asks how his little skeleton is doing . like jesse , he’ll publicly show off how delicate you are compared to him . but honestly billy isn’t all that much bigger than you so it’s kind of cute how dominate he tries to look . but he still loves it . he’s going to leave bite marks over every protruding bone he can find . so expect to be marked up all over . 

all together the three of you make a chaotic couple . a group of lanky mischief boys . 

[strawberrywritings]

plus size reader with coco or angel? Fluffy/smutty🤍🤍

A/N: I decided to go with fluffy because I’m not into smutty mood these days :/  I still have a hard time navigating these themes and if you feel like I wrote it badly, please tell me what I should focus on while writing for plus sized reader/character and how I can improve! If you want, I could also recommend lots of writers who I know write awesome plus size!reader/oc and who could handle this request much better than I did, for sure😅 Hope you enjoy! Xx 🍓

/ Masterlist

Coco smiled as he approached you from behind, hugging you to him immediately. You leaned into him and moved your head sideways, to look at him. “How’s my favourite girl?��, he asked, one of his hands travelling to your thigh and stroking the flesh. “I’m better, now that you joined me”, you answered. He smiled and turned you around as soon as you grabbed your drink. You started talking at the bar, until the cake was brought into the room: another party at the clubhouse, for someone’s birthday.

“Wan’ a slice?”, he asked, taking two plates in his hand. “I had dinner and I’m fine, thank you”. “I know you can’t resist desert”, he poked your side with his free hand, smiling once he heard your giggle. “What you tryna do, fatten me up? More than I already am?”, you both laughed and he shook his head. “I just know your cravings, querida. It’s just one slice. Besides, more to grab at”, he winked, right before disappearing and heading for the cake.

You shook your head and smiled to yourself. You were not skinny like the girls usually hanging around the clubhouse, and even if you were confident, it made you hesitant with Coco at first, but he quickly assured you that your weight was not a bother, that he liked you regardless of what you looked like. When you spent the night at his house for the first time, you learnt that not only he didn’t care about your weight, but he loved to grab at your thighs, your breasts, rub your tummy. And it turned him on when you had sex. He always had his hands on you.

He came back with two slices, one for you and one for him. You thanked him and he kissed your forehead, mumbling a “no problem”. You spent the night wrapped in his arms, for everyone to see, he loved showing you off and he was not afraid of pda.

When he brought you back home, he told you he would be leaving for a run early in the morning. “We’re not gonna be gone for long, mami, don’t worry”, he said, bringing your body towards his and kissing you. youstood in front of your door for 10 minutes, making out like teenagers, until you had to pull away. “Be safe, yeah?”. He nodded, “Always”. He gave you another brief kiss and when you turned around to open the door, he swiftly moved his hand to cop a feel at your backside. You turned around with a gasp, seeing him smiling while walking backwards. “For good luck”, he winked and waved as he made his way to his bike, while you just laughed and entered your house, not able to wipe the smile off your face.

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