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tparker48 · 4 months

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Request from Anonymous

Evening had arrived as the streets of the neighborhood began to quiet down. Cars pulled into their driveways, people from inside heading into their homes. In a car resting inside a garage, would be a man named Hogan. He yawned as he got out of the car, tossing his safety cap to his workshop tool table near the front of his car. He dragged his feet toward the main door, and the cold breath of the air washed over him. The corners of his construction gear bulged into his arm pits, the sound of tears seething from his shoulders. He lowered his bag toward the wall, and his body became lighter, like a boulder had just been lifted from his back.

“One down, now I just gotta get these..” He sucked in his gut, grabbing the zipper of his uniform as his stomach bounced across his waistline. Sawdust splashing into the air, casting its particles into the sunlight as they danced from the laundry room window. He took to his pants, and let out a satisfied grunt as he kicked his boots off. “That’s better.”

He kicked the leathery shoes next to the washer machine, tossing his clothes into the opening as he walked bare into the living room. He grabbed his headset from the living room table and put them on. He crashed to his stomach on the floor, his console turning on along the shelf. After hours of work, what better way to unwind than through quality gaming.

He crashed to his stomach on the floor, his console turning on along the shelf. "Let's see what the boys are up to on deathwatch."

He flipped through the screen to his game, turning on his microphone as he searched through the lobby.

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An hour had gone by since Hogan started to relax, enjoying the peace of enjoying the peace of with his online friends. The screen flashed with chaos as effects danced around the frame, Hogan’s call outs booming through the acoustic’s of the living room. But another chaos brewed in the shadows, as a small pair of eyes peeked from the folds of a crumpled towel. Inside, would be Peppe, staring at his hubby’s backside.

“He’s finally home.” he said, a low giggle escaping from him. “Took longer than expected, but at least it gave me time to prepare.”

He dug into his pocket and fetched a tiny piece of gum, unwrapping its plastic blanket as it overtook his chest. He folded into a cubed shaped ball, and chewed at its end until the entire thing fit into his mouth. He savored the fruity flavor filling his mouth as he slinked out from beneath the towel, the smell of gas fumes polluting the air as the giant soles raked through the fibers of the carpet.

He crept faster, the path narrowing as it centered toward Hogan. A mountain of hairy muscle rose before him, the elastic fabric over the mounds spreading atop like a blanket of snow. After many times of venturing to his ass, he got tired of the view. It reminded him of being on an island, guarded by a musky volcano as it swayed overhead. He’d think he’d feel bad pranking his hubby all the time, but damn did it feel good to watch him squirm. And with an opportunity like this, it was too good to pass up.

He approached the crease between Hogan’s legs, the lining of crack rocketing over the bubbled ridge. He stepped upon the bulk of his crotch, sweat oozing from its surface like a leaking sponge. Must’ve been working hard out there on the construction, he thought, even after an hour of cooling still his backside was wet.

“Typical, Hogan. Big guy’s certainly not making it easy.” he rolled his eyes, gripping into the white fabrice along the left leg.

He clung to the bushed of hair, pushing into the thick borders sealing the mounds inside. His foot creased into a loose fold, warmth from beneath the fabric against as the smell of fresh sweat poured into his nose. He puffed his nose to ease its stinging sensation, continuing his climb aboard the mounds.

Sausage fingers reached from the other mound, piercing the lining of his crack Peppe dragged to the center. “Damn sweat’s going in the wrong places.” Hogan said, sliding his now glistening palm from the crack.

"Easy horsie, can't have your rider bucking off with the reins." Peppe whispered.

He climbed to the top of Hogan’s ass and caught a glimpse of the horizon. A slope met before him as it climbed to a meaty neck above, the Tv screen flashing behind Hogan’s frenzied hair. He cherished the view for a moment before digging through his pocket, pulling a bulky string from inside. He opened his mouth and stuck the end of the string against the sticky mass, molding it with his tongue to ensure it was secure.

Phase one of his great prank was complete, now it was time for the main event.

He approached the top of the elastic fabric, peeling a corer for himself as he tucked his feet inside. He shimmied himself between the mounds, watching the warm flesh rise as they spilled over his chest. Hogan’s fingers returned, stamping just a foot from Peppe as it stirred in place.

“That works.” He said, shimmying the rest of his body as he slipped beneath the surface.

The damp fingers wagged above as he dove into the mounds, flesh molding his body as they swallowed the light. Strands of hair snagged at his limbs, the scent of dry cement reaping his nostrils as sweat dashed into his clothes. After all was said and done, he had to remind Hoga to take a shower. Any more scents added to his musk and he’d be a walking gas station. The hairs thickened as they spread into him like a brush, revealing a red puckered star as it winked with sweat. It blew kisses as Peppe wisped past its folds, cushioning at the bottom as his foot sank between two soft boulders.

“Target acquired,” He spat the gum from his mouth. “and just enough hair to strap on.”

He placed the wad against the ridge of the hair taint, cherry picking bunched hair as he molded them into the gum like clay. Hogan’s legs shuffled, scooping Peppe close as he planted against the warm testicles.

"What’s this guy teabagging for? Our team won that fair and square! Let me get a crack at him, I'll give him some nuts he can teabag!"

“As competitive as ever” Peppe mumbled, peeling from the damp skin. He spun a portion of the string to anchor Hogan’s hairs. They sprawled out like a row of vines, their sweat soaked surface brushing against him as if it were a paint brush. Before long, the task was complete, hairs wrapping around the gum as if they were holding it up. “Like a bouquet of smelly vines.” he patted at the top of the gum.

He crawled toward the bottom of Hogan's balls, the dampened fabric appearing as it stretched behind him. Peppe followed its path until it curved upward, taking to the thick hairs covering the mounds as he crawled back the way he came. They slid through his fingers, his body cast back down as he tumbled into the mustache covering his anus. Its bristles tickled his nose as he swatted them away, grabbing a handful in a bunch as he climbed up its length.

“Yeah that’s right, take all these nuts!”Hogan roared, his own thighs moving as the sac below squished into the fabric.

Peppe fought its sway, gripping harder at the strands of hair as he reached toward the slanted lighting of the crack. He slithering his palm back into the cool world of the living room, shimmying the rest of him through the caked mounds before Pulling the rest of the rope out of his pocket.

“Alright..that’s my workout for today.” Peppe wheezed.

He climbed back to the top of Hogan’s waist, and looked to his head. Still he faced the Tv screen, even after traveling through his underwear. Just what he was expecting, and now it was time to retrieve the fruits of his labor. Wrapped the end of the rope around his wrist, the line straightening as it darted beneath the fabric like an anchor.

“Oh ho, prepare for a sting of your life Hogan.”

"Well done guys, we managed to pass that squad without setting them off. Too bad we can’t say the same for you..”the mute icon appeared on the side of the screen,Hogan batting an eye backwards. “..Peppe.”

He froze at his words. “Huh?!”

the string tightened as he yanked him beneath the underwear, like a fish caught on a hook as he burrowed through the mound of flesh. The dimmed space greeted him once more, his face dragged along the hairs resting in the bubbled valley. From what took minutes turned to mere seconds as he was dragged beneath the bulk of the testicles, fingers fiddling at the string as if it were a spider retracting its web. His back clung to the wad of gum at the taint, the fingers taking to his side as they jammed him beneath the muscular boulders. He gritted beneath its weight, the clammy skin spooning his ears as they acted as restraints on his head.

The ground shifted as fingers pulled the waistband apart, Hogan’s face peering inside. "What do we have here, a munchkin taking a dip in my underwear."

Peppe shuffled a fold from his mouth. "What gave me away?"

"Come now, as many times as you explored my body, don't you think I would know if something complex was in the way?" He dwindled a finger through his pubes decorating the round spheres between his legs, swirling a patch of Peppe’s into the mix. "Hair pulling. Tsk, you gotta do better than that, dumpling."

"What can I say? It's a classic."

"Uh huh, charming. You know you're getting punished for this right? I missed a lot of shots because of your meddling. Naught, naughty." He squeezed his legs together, Peppe’s lips smacking as they puckered like a fish. "Unfortunately we’re still in a game, so consider this a taste of what’s to come."

His smile disappeared as the waistband clamped at his waist, a gust of musk washing into Peppe before the thighs shifted, and Hogan’s weight pushed at his back. "Hubby! Come on, you can’t be made at this face. You can’t do this to your dump-" a solid surface cushioned his chin, the bulk of the giant testicles plonking atop his head. “pling..”

A soft chuckle vibrated the walls. "Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy, hun. No matter how adorable that face is."

Taking the slow route huh? Just like him to toy with him slowly. Peppe rolled his eyes forward,wiggling his head to relieve pressure from his chin. Sloshing muffled from the orbs cupping his face, like giant silos filled to the brim with water. Its body heat grew hotter as its muscle flexed, the shaft knocking out of place as it drooled into the white fabric. He was getting off at my capture, and he called him the naughty one.

But even caught, he wasn’t going to give up just yet. He shifted his gaze into one of the orbs, inhaling the dried sweat coating the skin as he leaned his fingers to his jacket. He pulled the bottom of the fabric from his pants, shedding from its layer as he pressed it into the clammed ceiling. He gazed into the maw of the musky cave, the loose skin sagging as if were going to collapse.

There wasn’t enough room to pull the string, but he wasn’t without options as he looked to the flexing muscle. He laid upon his back, taking a handful of the soft skin as he pulled himself upward. The humidity between was rough feet, his skin skidding against Hogan’s as it peeled off like a sticker. The skin only grew firm as he reached the stem of Hogan’s cock, its barreled underbelly cushioning his chin. After moments of climbing, he sighed as the ever growing pressure slipped from his feet, the bag of sac collecting as the length of the shaft rested upon him.

He planted his feet upon the balls, and Hogan shifted. "What are you doing down there?"

"Putting my plan into motion. I'm gonna make you submit to your dumpling!" Peppe declared.

"Sure. And just how are you going to do that."

A smile crept along Peppe’s face, a foot peeling from one of the testicles. "Creativity." He spread his toes across the bulging testicle, and wiggled them into the tender muscle. He added his other foot, and pressed it to the other as he marched over them.

A groan rumbled through the air, a thigh thrusting and a clunk came from outside. “Mmm..kneading my balls huh? Bold, I’ll give you that, but it's gonna take more than a few foot rubs to get me to cave.”

"That's for sure. This is just the appetizer." He cradled his limbs to the corner of the member, holding it against his body as if it were a body pillow. He worked himself beneath its underbelly to the top of the shroomed head. Its flesh radiated with warmth greater than the balls below, a salty stream spilling upon his shoulder as it guzzled from the slit. He ringed his fingers between its lips, the stream widening as it spilled at his neck. "You know the thing about being small? You can reach just about anywhere?"

He wiggled a palm over the slit, and jammed it inside. Its creamy fluid lubricated his arm, driving it to his shoulder as the lips clamped onto his shoulder like a sleeve. He plunged his other hand inside, and began to twist them through the soggy folds as it trailed through the tight opening of the shaft.

Hogan’s body bucked, a sharp moan piercing the air as the sounds of buttons clacked from above "Oh..ff.."

Peppe's eyes became starry eyed. "Gotcha now."

He wormed more of his body toward the front of the underwear’s pouch, clinging his feet to the puffed edges as they peeled the hood away. The muffled grunts turned to purrs, Hogan’s entire waist beginning to thrash as if it were in a trap.

"Still thinking about surrendering?" Peppe giggled with excitement, grinding his elbows to circle the rest of his arms between the tight tube.

A digital voice announced that the game paused, the sound of a controller toppling to the side. "Give me 2 minutes,boys." Hogan's voice boomed, the space shifting as. Gravity tossed Peppe atop the bulging cock.

The inner tube tightened his arms like a vice, its girth nudging between his legs. The fabric yanked off and light blurred his vision, forcing Peppe to wince as his eyes raced to adjust. His gaze eventually relaxed, As Hogan’s met his, peering from the mountainous torso high above.

"Now you done it, dumpling. You managed to make me cave?”

"I did? I mean yeah, I did! Take that, Hubby.” He declared, but looked up to a smile peering across his face. “You uh..you aren’t mad are you?”

“Me? Not all. In fact, I'm ecstatic.”

“You..are?”

“Yeah..” He replied. A palm raised beneath him, clasping at the center of the shaft. It pumped at a steady pace, getting stronger as it gripped at Peppe’s arms. “I get to do punishment early.”

Oh shit. Peppe tugged at his arms to get them free, shimmying his shoulders to lighten the pressure, but a suction locked them down, the cock’s throat pulsing as they tucked his arms together. Fingers curled around his back, hoisting his lower half into the center as it tilted toward the cock slit. He wrestled between the thick fingers, a thumb pressing his head into the lips as they gummed the sides of his cheek.

The thumb trailed over his neck to the rest of his body, plunging Peppe deeper into the urethra. He was caught in the pull of the suction inside, guiding him through the tight crawlway of the tube as seed lathered into his side like lotion. The tender walls manhandled his body, thrashing him about in its attempts to gobble him up. The lips slipped higher, funneling to the tips of his toes as he sunk deeper. The cool air left from his feet, and the shaft became alive as its walls tenderized his body.

Outside, a lump traversed through the cock's underbelly bulging, sliding down at snail's pace as it flattened against Hogan’s twisting palm. He gritted his teeth, pumping harder to knock the protruding bulge from its spot as he massaged its soft ridges as it parted the walls inside. It bobbed over the base of his shaft, a finger tilting it for Hogan to see for himself. With a simple clench, the bulge launched and it plunged past the surface of his crotch, its form wisping through his inside as it curled down to the meaty low hangers throbbing below.

The World was dimmer in this region of Hogan’s body, the waves of muscle squeezing him like toothpaste through the tubes. He couldn’t move his body, his blood rushing to his head as he tried to face upward. He doubted it’d help with the surrounding fluid, gunks of slated goo lathered his face, sending his senses ablaze as his head began to swirl. The wall hugged closer as an opening arrived, his head smothered as more salty fumes spewed into him like a ventilated shaft.

He found himself in a round chamber, white goo secreting from the walls as they collected into a large body at the bottom of the fleshy dome.

"Your balls?” He shouted, the sphincter encircling his neck. “Who shoves their love life into their balls?"

“Consider it a special treatment just for you. I was going to just shove you into one of my boots, but then you went and got me hard.”

Lumps caved from the walls, and the chamber became slanted. The white goo rose like a roaring tide, submerging Peppe’s head beneath its surface. It shrouded like a fog, the pink walls near him blurring with white smudges.

“Quite the load isn’t it dumpling? All thanks to you.”

the tight tube squeezed at his body, rocketing him into the milky mess as he flailed to the surface. He inhaled the tainted air, splashing to keep himself afloat. "Okay, foul play! You’re playing dirty, how am I supposed to have fun in here?"

“Sorry, hun, that’s not my problem. You’ll just have to sit in timeout like a good boy.”

The chamber flipped once more, spiraling Peppe from wall to wall as if it were a tube mixer. He felt nauseous as he dunked and emerged from its gooey surface, his efforts to cease derailed as his palmed slid from the soft wall. It was only when the pool flipped to the ceiling did the swirls cease, and it crashed atop of him.

Hogan’s laugh vibrated the walls, crusts forming into the seed as it rocked in place.. "Ready to call it quits?"

"You..can't possibly think..I'd give up after that." Peppe panted, his head spinning amongst the seed.

"Yeah I thought not, you’re too stubborn for that. Ah well, perhaps a little marinating will teach you to behave yourself." The chamber swayed as steps rang through the walls, the fluid jumping as it crashed upon a solid surface. "I'm back boys, what I miss?"

Peppe groaned as Hogan faced his attention elsewhere, his head bobbing against the milky waves as he tilted to the ceiling. He looked to the shriveled star in the ceiling, seed squeezing from its folds like a wet rag. That was his way out of this filled chamber, but it was too out of reach to grasp. He pawed at the doughy walls for leverage, hoisting upon the soft lumps to escape the milky pond. But their surface melted upon contact, spilling him into the seed once more.

“This is getting me nowhere, how’s a guy supposed to move when everything around you is muscle?” He tried again to reach for a fold, its surface slipping into the fluid as it glossed the wall beneath.

A moan erupted from above, the walls caving as waves splashed him in its epicenter. He resurfaced, looking to the walls as they battered the fluid along his borders. “He felt that?” He puzzled, swimming to the wall behind him.

He smeared a layer of gunk from the lumpy surface, cupping his palm to split its flow to the rest of the seed. When clear pink muscle appeared, he pressed his fingertips into the soft wall, twisting it as it sunk breath its surface.

The walls shook again, and Hogan’s moans returned. When it finally settled, a smile crept upon his face. To think Hubby’s sweet spot would be right at the source of it all. He swam closer to the wall, tapping his foot at the submerged flesh. When soft ground touched his toes, he shifted his legs into a running motion, his feet pattering against the muscular wall.

A sharp moan echoed the walls, Waves splashing in the seed. "What are you doing now?" Hogan's voice muffled.

"Improvising." he turned himself toward the wall of flesh, grabbing a handful as seed lubricated his hands. The chamber unraveled, globs of gunk slamming against the opposite wall as it crashed at the ceiling before it pattered onto his shoulders.

Hogan’s grunts turned to whimpers as the folds compressed and expanded,it battered its contents. "Stop being.. a brat." he strained, the walls beginning to pulse..

The seed’s current grew stronger, sweeping Peppe from the walls as he swirled around the rim.The walls compressed, and the ceiling closed in as the sphincter spasmed in place.

"Almost there, just one more push.." he assured himself, clinging to the corner of the folds to continue his efforts.

The once spacious chamber shrunk to the size of a quarter, a mere gap separating Peppe from the chamber’s quivering lips. He massaged its folds to the best of his ability, the substance overtaking his arms as they splashed about his wrist. The walls squeeze closer as the fluid reached his chin, forcing him to tuck his nose close to the salty folds.

"Here goes nothing." he managed to muster, taking a breath as he kissed into the center of the sphincter.

He sunk beneath the seed’s surface, suspended in the middle of the sac as the walls surrounding him became restless. Hogan’s grunt's grew louder, distorted as they became strained. Hard thumps shook the chamber, and the star above winked before it opened its entrance like a floodgate. A suction dragged at his body, pulling him against the widening entrance. Its lips barely passed his shoulder, the current flowing through his armpit as he held his breath.

A watery slosh echoed the chamber, before Hogan’s roar overwhelmed it.

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Hogan’s body tensed, the controller in his hand slipping to the pocket of the couch. He stared weakly at his seed soaked palm, its grip still stroking his shaft as his hips bucked. "Can’t.. Hold it in..I.." he choked on his words, his head launching back into the cushion of his sofa.

His hips locked, and seed erupted from his cock. Its warm fluid flowed like lava from an active volcano, a creamy stream filling his shorts as another drenched the corners of the chamber. He huffed as he regained control of his body, looking down to his member. its meaty length throbbed against his inner thigh, satisfied as it returned to its flaccid state.

In his weak stare, he looked to his bulging sac, the swollen orbs drooping over the side of the couch. "You kinky bastard.." he huffed softly, staring at the right nut that rocked slowly.

Inside, the pond had all but drained from inside the chamber, reduced to a hollow husk as fluid dressed the walls in webs. Stuck against the ceiling, Peppe remained, smothered by a wad of gunk as it dripped to the bottom of the chamber.

"I told ya..I wasn't finished." He smiled weakly, peeled from the ceiling as if he were a sticker. The chamber softened his fall, as it rocked slowly.. "How'd your game go?"

Hogan looked toward the screen, bits of his fluid dripping from the corners of the frame. Banter boomed from the microphone, gamertags from both his team and the opposite team flashing,

"Eh, they’ll.” he said. "Really wanted to get that streak. Was gonna get it too, until a twerp decided to get frisky.

"oo bummer." Peppe said. “Guess it goes to show you can’t shove something in your balls and not expect consequences.”

A flick shook the testicle. "Don't be so high and mighty, Dumpling. You're still in punishment time. But since you saved me the trouble of unloading in there, it’s only fair you do your part in making it.”

“You want me to make the pool all over again, didn’t you just climax?” Peppe asked, picking up a soft huff from the walls. “Wait a second, you’re not trying to get me to build up all that just for you to enjoy it personally?”

“I..I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s simply a fitting punishment for a brat like you.” he said. “Just be sure to rub them deep. So..so I’ll know if you’re doing your task.”

Peppe places his hands at his hips. “Uh huh, sure.” he traveled through the mush of seed toward the wall, reaching at a palm as he scratched at its surface. The chamber jostled in place, heavy thumps returning as they shook the walls.

“Oo..just a little to the right..”

“Do you want me to pleasure you with both my hands, Hogan?”

“Yeah..Er! I mean no-”

“Hah, gotcha. You’re totally into this!”

“Why you little-..this is supposed to be punishment. You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!”

“It’s not like I’m going anywhere. If I’m gonna be put to work, I might as well have fun with it, right? Oo! Now that I think about it, this space is just enough to bounce around it.”

“Dumpling, I forbid you to even try- Mm! No stop-mm..eassy in there!”

#cock vore #giant #semi willing

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cookiesuga55 · 5 months

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Full of Life (Minimoni)

TW: eating disorder.

You know what I adore. Healthy fat. Round soft jiggle laid over muscle, proving that someone is loved. Gaining weight as a form of healing. Comfort and safety and trust.

Jimin gets "healthy fat." His previously malnourished and over-exercised body is finally getting more than the bare minimum number of calories to function. This all begins when he starts dating Nutritionist Namjoon, and his boyfriend purses his lips at just how little Jimin consumes in a day. Jimin is so exhausted all of the time. He complains of headaches, and Namjoon knows exactly why.

"Six cups of coffee and one granola bar is not enough fuel to last all day, little chick."

Despite Jimin waving him off with excuses about being too busy in the dance studio to eat, Namjoon hauls his own meaty, bulked-up ass to the kitchen at 1 am and cooks balanced meals for Jimin to snatch from his fridge on the way out each morning. He knows just what kinds of calories Jimin's deprived body needs. Moderately portioned rice and grains mixed with peppers, tomatoes, and a sprinkle of olive oil. A slab of seared salmon or some other healthy protein for Jimin's body to actually have enough energy to last the day. Sauteed vegetables, sliced cheese, and a healthy portion of fruit. A little bar of dark chocolate that he knows Jimin adores. A protein smoothie full of nutrients and calories for Jimin to sip in the morning instead of overdosing on caffeine. He adds an apple and draws on a sticky note. A little wobbly smiley face with a speech bubble. "Eat me!"

Namjoon presses another sticky note on the coffee machine for Jimin to see when he wakes up. A "breakfast and yummy lunch in the fridge for you. <3 Joonie."

Jimin is so pouty with affection when he wakes up and sees the notes and the food made with love from his hyung. He tosses it in his bag on the way out, chaotic and haphazard as always, almost late as he shucks on his trainers and snatches the delicious-looking smoothie instead of the stale coffee that he forgot to empty out the night before.

Namjoon keeps up caring for his boyfriend, and it isn't long before Jimin's frail and exhausted body begins filling in. Namjoon kisses his baby chick's pudgy cheek before heading to the early shift at the clinic, and murmurs as always, "love you-" before leaving.

Jimin having actual food and a well-balanced diet helps his body so much. He starts coming home from work with more energy, smiling and glowing at Namjoon with fuller cheeks, asking if he wants to go for a bike ride together along the river. Namjoon practically beams as he can see the life pouring back into his boyfriend now that his body is approaching a healthy weight. Jimin has a soft waist, and Namjoon can't help but adore it. Rubbing in his hands as he hugs him from behind in the kitchen, feeling the sweet, warm curves of his body and leaning down to kiss his neck. Jimin melts into him like usual, and Namjoon feels so much pride in the way Jimin's tummy gently pushes out into his hands. Jimin is so healthy. He's full of life and love, and Namjoon makes sure to worship the ever-living hell out of him, so Jimin doesn't slip into any of the negative thoughts that he confessed to him one night over a bottle of shared wine about why he started dancing- to lose weight.

Jimin is just so happy these days, and he knows that Namjoon is a major contributing factor. He finally has enough energy to start going to the gym with Namjoon whenever his cute, huge koala asks him with hopeful eyes. Jimin follows the exercise plan that Namjoon's personal-trainer friend at work whipped up for him.

"Nothing for weight loss," Namjoon had told Jungkook privately during their lunch break, "I just want him confident and healthy again. He was so frail, Jungkookie. I was scared he was going to break."

Jimin jogs on the elliptical and watches Namjoon squat with a bar of weight hiked over his shoulders. Tiddies and ass to die for. Namjoon is so fucking thick and yummy. Jimin licks his teeth after taking another drink of the protein shake that his boyfriend gives him every morning. They chase their weekly gym-runs with shower sex at home, and then Namjoon cooks them up a hearty breakfast to offset all of those burned calories.

His hyung is a little obsessed with clean-eating, but Jimin doesn't mind. It's cute how Namjoon always goes to the organic section of the store and bikes to the farmers market. Jimin practically has a personal chef with how good Namjoon's cooking is. There's always a delicious meal on the table for him, with seconds ready to be dished onto his plate.

Jimin finishes filling in, and starts filling out. He lays in the morning sunshine glimmering across their bed, thoroughly fucked. Both of them softly pant and bask in afterglow. Namjoon's warm, ringed hand is resting on Jimin's tummy and gently rubs circles.

"Have you noticed..." Namjoon's voice is fucked from moaning. Jimin turns to him and can't help but glow. It's his favorite sound. Namjoon's morning voice, deepened and scratchy from pleasure. "That sex has gotten so much better since you started eating more? You have more energy, baby."

Warmth floods Jimin's cheeks, but he nods, a little bit shy. Namjoon's hand caresses the curve of his waist, fingers sinking into the supple weight. "I love this, by the way," Namjoon whispers and gives Jimin's love handle a little squeeze. He squishes in his hyung's hand. "I prefer you healthy and soft over sharp and exhausted," Namjoon nuzzles into his neck, and Jimin wraps around Namjoon's warmth.

The truth spills out of Jimin before he can think twice, "me too..."

"You haven't had a headache in months too, lovely. You're full of life." Namjoon cuddles him back, pulling him into his thick chest. Jimin burrows into it, breathing him in. Jimin isn't dumb. He's noticed the way that his body has been rounding out, filling up with muscle and a healthy layer of supple padding, making him curvy and plump. His hips even have stretch marks over them, complete with bruised kisses painted over them by Namjoon. His hyung has done such a good job of making him feel comfortable and loved in his new body.

"I know," Jimin whispers into the safety of Namjoon's chest, knowing that it's all because of his boyfriend's care. "Thank you, Joonie. I'm so happy like this."

That's all that Namjoon needs to hear to practically rumble in his chest, and kiss the top of Jimin's head. He pushes Jimin onto his back, laying his hearty weight on top of him and sliding his big hands down to Jimin's waist. One of Namjoon's dimples presses into his cheek as his lips curve up into a smirk. "Now that I don't have to be so careful with you..." He squeezes Jimin's plump sides, "You're fucking sexy with some weight on you, baby."

Jimin's cheeks heat up, and a whimper bubbles out of his throat. Embarrassing. That's embarrassing that he just whined from Namjoon squeezing his tummy. "I- I am?" He looks up at his hyung's hungry face. Namjoon pets his palms over him, squeezing everywhere that's warm with fat. His lidded eyes darken.

"I told you that I love this- Healthy. Curvy. Soft. You're perfect for squeezing and biting." He licks his lips as he drinks Jimin in. The look that Namjoon is keeping him pinned with has Jimin wanting to mewl and arch up into him. To hook his stretch-marked thighs around Namjoon's waist and beg.

All Jimin can do is whine and tug on his boyfriend's thick biceps.

Namjoon purrs as he worships him. "A healthy mix of muscle and enough pudge for people to know that I'm taking good care of you. That you're finally being kept well-fed." He shoves his hands underneath Jimin's back and slides down, getting a thick handful of his ass cheeks. Jimin feels like he's going to catch on fire with how much pleasure is thrumming through his body, settling in the core of his belly. Namjoon sinks down and hums against his fluffy belly, like he knows where the heat blooms inside of Jimin. "Softened tummy and tits for me to worship, and a plump peach for me to bruise-"

Namjoon's teeth scrape against Jimin's padded hip bones. Jimin whines uncontrollably, dissolving into melted desire at the body worship. He desperately clutches at Namjoon's hair, tugging hard just how his hyung likes it. His back arches, making the sweet curve of his belly push up into Namjoon's face. He can feel his boyfriend's lips stretch into a smile against his skin.

"I'm taking advantage of all of that extra energy you have for my own pleasure. That makes me a bad hyung," Namjoon drags his lips up Jimin's stomach. God that feels so fucking good.

"Take advantage- Please-" he gasps and frees his pillowy thighs to hook them around Namjoon and lock him in place. He wants him to keep kissing his tummy. "Gods, Namjoon, please fucking take advantage- I'm all yours-"

Namjoon laughs in delight against Jimin's softened stomach and begins pressing firm, needy kisses down his belly and across his waist. His voice is teasing and thick with desire.

"If you insist, baby..."

Jimin is cut off by a moan. "I fucking insist..."

#minimoni #bt5 feedism #namjoon's tiddies #soft #comfort

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letssgolesbians · 1 year

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a collection of eco friendly lifestyle ideas + swaps from various sources around the web:

reusable makeup remover wipes/cotton rounds - i use these and they’re way softer on the skin and bigger so you can use multiple times before washing either in sink or with a laundry load.

cutting products open when they are almost finished - will acc save a lot of money and means that even if buying sustainably is inaccessible to you (valid!) you can make products last for longer

freeze your overripe fruits for smoothies - all tastes the same, means you can make ur own cute lil smoothie mixes and they are often thicker!!

wash dry and reuse plastic bags - they’re almost unavoidable, but you can reuse them easily (i do this for my lunch!)

buy slow fashion - to some this might be too pricey which is totally fine!! but for my uk ppl: run and fly, lucy and yak, and fat face all look rly good and have fun clothing.

eat plant based food - you don’t have to be a vegetarian, you can do meat free monday or just choose the mcplant over a normal burger at maccies! quorn has acc aamzing chicken nuggets and often supermarkets have vegetarian aisles!

support your local farmers market - they often do not wax their apples and you will actually be able to support local businesses instead of big corporations! they also are just fun to go to :)

use a bar dish soap and a bamboo brush

to wash your body, buy bar soap and a net type pouch for it to be able to save it and exfoliate, often less expensive and not packaged in plastic, more scents or you can even make your own!! i’ve heard black african soap is rly good!

use a recycled plastic toothbrush over a normal one - you can use bamboo, but for me bc of sensory issues i can’t, so this is a nice compromise!

use beeswax wraps for food instead of clingfilm - they are more sticky and thick so accessible for people with motor issues (maybe, correct me if i’m wrong but less delicate?) and they have fun patterns and are available from lots of small businesses

instead of liquid hand soap, either use a bar soap or my preference would be a glass pump bottle and tablets that you can dissolve as i find bar soap hard to handle, but bar soap you can keep in tins!

use a reusable water bottle - you can fill them with fizzy drinks or energy drinks, there’s no rules against this!! they keep your drink cold and are sturdier then plastic, and definitely cheaper!! you can also draw on some or stick stickers on to make them more ‘you’!

use cloth napkins and ‘unpaper’ towels instead of rolls of paper towels

buy in bulk

use an ice tray or machine instead of buying big bags from the store - less heavy definitely, and you can add fruits and make ice pops with trays!!

use a refillable or natural deodorant- i use wild (uk ppl!!) and it smells nice, the refills are easy and come in paper and i have a rly cute metal holder!!

you can get reusable cupcake papers - esp for my ppl who like the lick the bottom, they won’t fall apart XD!

use a kindle - reduces the amount of paper books you have to buy, easily transportable, can lend books out to ppl and cheaper books!

bring your own lunch - esp if ur a picky eater like me, i often bring a cheese sandwich and some crisps places so i’m not stuck not eating or choking down food i don’t like and leaving leftovers, also means you can use your own plastic tupperwares instead of store bought single use things lol

grow your own things - i used to grow strawberries as a child and it was surprisingly easily, some ideas are bottle tower gardens and a kitchen herb gardens, you can also grow cat grass and catnip for all my cat parents out there :)

collect rainwater for your plants - just keep a mason jar in your backyard if you have one, or journey out when it’s raining and fill a jar, will last you a bit!!

that’s all i have for now but feel free to add more!!

#solarpunk #accessibility #environmentalism #eco friendly #actually autistic

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mariacallous · 11 months

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Good tourniquets save lives. Bad ones kill soldiers. The global market is awash with cheaply-made knock-offs: Handles that shear off under tension, rubber tubes that won’t tighten around a limb, devices that fail when they’re needed most. That’s why most armies buy in bulk from trusted suppliers. But Evgen Vorobiov prefers Amazon. Top of his Wish List at the moment are combat application tourniquets (CATs) from North American Rescue (five stars from 1,720 reviewers). Also on the list: burn dressings, compact chest seals, trauma shears and “The Original Rescue Essentials Brand QuikLitter”—a black canvas stretcher which promises low-cost casualty evacuation and patient transfer.

Before Russia launched its full-scale invasion in February 2022, Vorobiov, a lawyer, worked for the Ukrainian central bank and then on international projects trying to reform Ukraine’s financial system—“banking regulations, consumer protection, that kind of thing.” But, with Russian troops massing on Ukraine’s borders, he took some courses in tactical medicine, hoping to make himself useful if the worst happened. It did.

The Ukrainian army, dwarfed by its opponent, was supposed to collapse in days. But remarkably, it held the line, bolstered by a huge wave of volunteers and reservists. Trucks filled with Kalashnikov rifles drove into Kyiv’s neighborhoods and handed out weapons to anyone who wanted to join the fight. Engaged in constant combat for days on end, the armed forces quickly ran short of supplies. Vorobiov, with his basic knowledge of combat medicine, started reaching out to anyone he knew overseas who could help find CAT tourniquets, trauma bandages, chest seals and other lifesaving equipment. He and a couple of colleagues sourced gear from the UK, US, and the Netherlands and got it to Poland. Anyone they knew coming back to Ukraine via Poland was asked to bring bags of supplies, forming “a human chain” stretching from Europe to the frontline.

Eighteen months on, his operation has blossomed. Vorobiov’s intimate understanding of Ukrainian bureaucracy means he’s been particularly effective at getting sensitive shipments over the border, making him a focal point for other donors. He’s built a potent fundraising operation on social media, tapping into an international community of supporters to raise money and find supplies. And, by driving back and forth across Ukraine, delivering right into the hands of combat medics, he’s forged relationships with units who can tell him exactly what they need and when, creating a personalized military logistics operation from his living room in downtown Kyiv. In May, Vorobiov got a call from a medic working at a makeshift field hospital close to Bakhmut, the burned-out ruin of a town that was a bloody pivot point for the frontline in the first half of 2023. They were in desperate need of a portable ultrasound machine to scan casualties for internal injuries. Vorobiov tapped his network for money, and found a secondhand device in Poland for $3,400. When we meet, it’s sitting in his apartment waiting to go east, and he’s turned his attention to getting hold of a portable charging unit for a defibrillator. Soldiers ask for everything: Drones for artillery and reconnaissance units, portable generators, Starlink satellite internet terminals, 4x4s, the things they need to keep them online and alive, which are often the same thing in a war defined by the use of technology on the frontline.

For decades, Ukrainian civil society has been built horizontally. Rather than rely on government agencies for help, people have leant on personal connections—everyone knows someone who knows someone who can get what you need, help you out. This parallel state has been providing vital aid in eastern Ukraine since Russian proxies invaded in 2014. Since the full-scale invasion began it’s become super-charged, using social media and messaging platforms to go global. Vorobiov is just one link in a relay of money, supplies, innovations, and solidarity that is keeping Ukraine’s soldiers in the fight.

The Front Line Kitchen occupies a few cramped ground-floor rooms and a shed off a sloping street on the edge of Lviv’s picturesque old town. In the courtyard, volunteer cooks peel mountains of potatoes and beets among the organized chaos of plastic vegetable crates, cardboard boxes and IKEA bags overflowing with baked goods. Inside, fridge-sized dryers are filled with shredded vegetables, meat and mushrooms, waiting to go into vacuum-sealed ration packs.

The kitchen started years before the full-scale invasion, in the aftermath of the “Euromaidan” demonstrations and “Revolution of Dignity” in late 2013 and early 2014. Protests against the Kremlin-backed government of Viktor Yanukovich in Kyiv’s Independence Square—Maidan Nezalezhnosti—were met with a bloody crackdown by security forces. As the violence escalated, protesters formed self-defense forces and medical units, repelling assaults and even storming government buildings. In February 2014, Yanukovich fled Kyiv. Days later, Russia illegally annexed Crimea, and its proxies seized government buildings in Donetsk and Luhansk in the east of Ukraine, declaring themselves independent of Ukraine. They met little formal resistance: Under Yanukovich, Ukraine’s armed forces and intelligence agencies had been gutted.

That spring, Ukraine raised volunteer battalions, some directly linked to the self-defense units formed in Maidan. They were still ill-equipped, so they came to rely on other volunteers to supply them with basics—food, uniforms, medicines, vehicles—even weaponry. “The volunteers essentially replaced the function of the government for supplying the necessary resources,” says Roman Makukhin, a member of the National Interests Advocacy Network, a Kyiv-based NGO. “Protecting basically their neighbors, their friends, their brothers and sons.”

Oksana Mazar and Lyuda Kuvayskova, the Front Line Kitchen’s founders, met sewing camouflage nets and balaclavas for the volunteer detachments. Many of their friends, and Kuvayskova’s son, had been at Maidan. “The war had started, even if it wasn’t talked about like it’s a war,” Mazar says. “We just wanted to help, as the guys didn't have anything. No clothes, no shoes, and no food—because it was not [officially] a war.”

They started cooking meals for soldiers, experimenting with ways to turn home-made borscht and holubtsi (cabbage rolls) into ration packs that would survive the 1,000-kilometer journey to the Donbass, usually in the back of cars or trucks after being handed over to anyone heading that way. The cooks worked in small batches, drying food in friends’ kitchens, before they were gifted their current premises. They raised enough money to buy their own dryers, and gradually expanded. After the full-scale invasion began, the kitchen’s front yard was filled with volunteers and people bringing supplies. “They knew that we were doing food for the military, and they wanted to help,” Mazar says.

With 1 million Ukrainians mobilized to fight the Russians, the need has grown massively. The kitchen is now putting out 20,000 meals a day, sending truckloads of food east, and taking orders direct from the military. To scale up they’ve relied on donations, often sourced via the @frontlinekit Twitter account. The account is run by Richard Woodruff, who came to Ukraine from the UK early in the war, intending to join one of the international brigades in the Ukrainian army, despite having no military training. After seeing footage of the ferocious defense of Kyiv, “I kind of rethought my chances of survival,” he says. Instead, he arrived at Lviv train station a few weeks after the full scale invasion began, and soon found his way to the kitchen.

If the 1991 Gulf War was the first major conflict broadcast live on TV, the defense of Ukraine is the first full-scale interstate conflict to be shown in real time on Twitter. Ukrainians posted from the early hours of the invasion—air raid sirens sounding over a European capital in 2022; queues at the recruiting centers, calls for aid and statements of defiance. They recorded acts of insane valor, videoing themselves as they ambushed Russian columns with anti-tank missile launchers they’d barely been trained to use. Civilian drones pressed into service as surveillance tools provided a steady stream of high-definition footage made for phone screens, giving a gamer’s-eye view to the fighting. As Russian forces were pushed back, and the Ukrainian armed forces reclaimed land, the atrocities and scenes of destruction were shown live, along with poignant videos of liberating soldiers greeted by their ecstatic families. For those that wanted to see them, there were graphic videos: helmet cams showed firefights, drones dropping grenades on Russian soldiers and into the hatches of occupied vehicles.

Many of Ukraine’s new volunteers were “terminally online”—ordinary digital natives forced into a brutal conflict. Gen-Z recruits did dance videos for TikTok. Their meme game was wild. Woodruff’s Twitter bio reads “British Chef Fella”—a reference to the North Atlantic Fellas Organization, or NAFO—an online movement of Ukraine-supporting shitposters with shiba inu avatars who flood social media with memes mocking the “Vatniks” (Russian propagandists).

The NAFO movement taunted Russia, at one stage managing to send the country’s ambassador in Vienna into a public meltdown. “Imagine, literally getting a world-class ambassador to speak with cartoon dogs on Twitter,” says Ivana Stradner, an adviser to the Foundation for Defense of Democracies think tank in Washington DC, an expert on misinformation and propaganda, and NAFO member. “This is the future of information warfare.”

NAFO does what state-backed information warriors, particularly those from democracies, can’t do. Its members make insane, often tasteless jokes, moving quickly to jump on trends. They’re good at memes, and flood the zone with infectious pro-Ukrainian vibes, humanizing, entertaining, and explaining to people far from the war why they should care. “I think NAFO, by boosting certain narratives, can actually also help people understand the severity of the situation and what's going on there,” Stradner says.

NAFO has helped raise millions of dollars through sales of merchandise (“I invaded Belgorod and all I got was this lousy T-shirt”) and crowdfunding campaigns. Now its avatars appear on the Twitter profiles of European politicians, on official Ukrainian defense channels, and on military equipment headed to the front. It has funded everything from food to medical supplies to a mobile artillery piece to the Georgian Legion, a unit of overseas volunteers that has been fighting since 2014. When the Frontline Kitchen’s vegetable shredder broke, Woodruff put out a call for funds to buy a new one. In the time it took him to drive to the supplier, the money had already been deposited in his account.

Social media works in tandem with the tight networks of Ukrainian society. This is a war being fought close to home—everyone knows someone at the front, and the soldiers are in constant contact. Link people like Vorobiov can connect those in the trenches with supporters in Kyiv or overseas. A unit under fire can ask for drones on Telegram, and within hours there’s a call for donations out on Twitter or Instagram. Vorobiov can deliver tourniquets to a combat medic near the front, and record a thank-you video to send directly to donors.

“I see a spike in donations when there is a story that I can tell of how donations help,” Vorobiov says. “Yesterday, I received a very long message from one of the medics, and she was telling me how medical supplies we brought to her helped her basically provide care to two servicemen. I posted that story on Twitter and folks started to donate.”

Sometimes, donors become more active participants. Last February, Polish filmmaker Maciej Zabojszcz was watching the conflict unfold over Twitter, and thinking about selling some of his military memorabilia to help raise money for a 4x4 for the Ukrainian army. But then, a graphic video emerged, apparently shot by Russian soldiers, of a Ukrainian prisoner of war being horrifically mutilated. “I felt like something changed,” he says. “I said, listen, let's not only buy one car.”

In the spring of 2022 he drove his first vehicle, a Nissan pickup, to Kyiv to deliver to the Georgian Legion. While there, he met Vorobiov, who was collecting some drones from Exen, another Polish volunteer. From then on, Zabojszcz was part of the network. Because they couldn’t order supplies online to be delivered to Ukraine, Vorobiov and others started putting Zabojszcz’s home as the delivery address. Each time he drives a car to Ukraine, he’s carrying helmets, body armor, drones, all kinds of medical supplies. When we met in March in Warsaw, he’d delivered seven 4x4s, and was fixing up an eighth.

Some Ukrainian units have a tradition of naming their vehicles, and the seventh car that Zabojszcz delivered, a Land Rover, was christened Mathilda. It was used to shuttle men from their barracks to the frontline through thick mud. “The whole unit was driving the car,” Zabojszcz says. “They were crazy about Mathilda.”

But after ten days of constant driving, Mathilda broke down. Another Polish volunteer found a local mechanic specialized in Land Rovers. They arranged an online consultation. The mechanic helped the soldiers figure out what was wrong and identify the part they needed to replace. The car broke on Monday. On Tuesday, a volunteer delivered the replacement part. “And on Thursday the car was fixed,” Zabojszcz says. “This is how this network works.”

Absorbing donations has required a degree of flexibility from the military establishment. Armies typically don’t like amateurs pitching in, turning up in warzones with stuff they’ve brought from home. Getting goods into Ukraine can be challenging—it’s understandably not legal for just anyone to move military equipment across borders—and even bringing in theoretically civilian items like cars, consumer drones, and generators requires customs forms and other paperwork. But volunteers say once they’ve got donations into the country, working with the military has been fairly easy. There’s still some admin, and donors have to have forms showing that the goods they’re delivering have been specifically asked for by a soldier, but mostly, they’ve integrated relatively seamlessly with the supply chains, with commanders on the ground sometimes turning a blind eye to help their soldiers get what they need.

This acceptance is driven partly by necessity—the military simply couldn’t supply its troops to the level it needed, and unlike its adversary, doesn’t want to send them into battle with tourniquets that snap under pressure and rations years past their expiration date. Volunteer networks can take orders, source, and deliver in a way that a centralized bureaucracy can’t. They’ve helped feed the battlefield innovations that have given outnumbered soldiers an edge, linking into the networks of workshops jury-rigging consumer drones; bringing 3D printers to the frontline to help turn hand grenades into air-dropped bombs.

“For the chaotic time after the invasion, these organizations created a stopgap solution for markets that the army could not operate,” says Simon Schlegel, senior Ukraine analyst at the Crisis Group think tank. “The army is good at buying in bulk, but these smaller operations are good at finding five pieces of Chinese-made drones in different countries and shipping them to Ukraine.”

President Volodymyr Zelenskyy understands this. He has, since the early days of the conflict, often made his social media addresses direct to citizens of other countries, not just to his fellow leaders. Volunteers—and the state’s own propagandists—have built a formidable ground game on social media, which has helped with donations, but also contributed to the ratcheting up of material being sent to the frontline by NATO partners. With public support for Ukraine high in their own countries, western leaders feel emboldened to hand over money and weapons. When those weapons deliver battlefield successes, the resulting content feeds back into the loop. “I think Ukraine is literally right now the superpower in this information war,” says Stradner.

The war, as seen through the filter of social media, has an oddly gamified quality. At times it seems it’s being won by jokes, by Ukrainian farmers pulling tanks behind tractors, by “Saint Javelin” (the “patron saint” of anti-tank missiles), and shiba inu soldiers. But it hasn’t been won yet, and many people at the far end of the volunteer supply chain have taken incredible risks, and exposed themselves to unspeakable horrors. In Lviv, I met Ernest Polanski, a Ukrainian volunteer taking a brief rest on his way back from delivering equipment to troops near Bakhmut.

What he saw there, he says, was “hell.” There was constant shelling, and the smell of corpses hung over the area. Whenever the bombardment stopped for longer than a few minutes, he wondered if something worse was about to come, “like a nuclear bomb,” he says. On the way back, he rescued three bedraggled kittens from the ruins.

Polanski has been driving back and forth from the frontlines since the early days of the war, and has lost count of the number of journeys he’s made, bringing generators, trench periscopes, medical gear and other supplies. Like other volunteers, he’s formed a special connection with a single unit, which he devotes most of his journeys to. He’s currently looking for €6,000 ($6,480) to buy new wheels for one of the unit’s 4x4s. “Not a lot of people want to go to this area,” he says. “But we have a special friendship with [this unit], and we want to help.”

The volunteer networks are made up of people from all over the world, but outside of Ukraine itself the cause has resonated more than anywhere in former Soviet nations, and in particular Baltic states like Lithuania, which see themselves as next in line if Ukraine falls. Traveling with Polanski on this journey to the front is one of his most committed supporters, the Lithuanian kickboxing champion Sergej Maslobojev. “Our country had the same problem years ago,” he says. “We feel their pain in our hearts.”

Maslobojev’s profile at home has meant he’s been able to fundraise for supplies, but, he says, it’s important for him to get out into the field to witness, and show the sacrifices still being made in the trenches of eastern and southern Ukraine. “When we listen to our news, usually we’re thinking that they're winning the war. Everything is going great. Why do we need to donate?” he says. “But when you go to the frontline and help those military guys, give them ammunition, extra food and the stuff that they really need. And they look at you with almost tears in their eyes and say, ‘nobody comes to us’. And then you understand why, in this moment.”

The day after Polanski and Maslobojev returned from Bakhmut, reports came through that the town had finally fallen. Individual defeats are hard to talk about in the context of fundraising campaigns and propaganda drives that are buoyed by a sense of inevitable victory. But they also underline the fragility of life close to the front. Almost all of the volunteers I spoke to in Ukraine had their own story of raising funds, or sourcing gear, only for the intended recipient to fall in battle before it could be delivered. All that does is make them more committed. Most say their supporters are also holding the line, a year and a half into the war.

“Sometimes it feels like this continuing western support is contingent on possible breakthroughs and huge victories. But I don't feel that, at least among my donors,” Vorobiov says. “You cannot afford hopelessness, because no one is going to support a lost cause. And we Ukrainians believe in winning this war. We have to infect others with that belief. But complacency is equally dangerous.”

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delamaster · 2 years

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The Nurse

"Come on Katie, he's totally in to you"

"I just feel uncomfortable..."

"We've all done it. You are not going to get in trouble"

Katie looked awkwardly in the direction of her feet. The feet themselves were hidden by a rather full pair of breasts, resting upon her massive, perky, belly. She was stuffed into scrubs that were about 2 sizes too small, again. Every time she got new scrubs it turned out she had grown a bit plumper.

"Come on" Sandra pulled Katie along, giggling like a school girl. Sandra was the perfect "hot nurse". 170cm the blonde hair and curves. Katie was short and dumpy, with a mess of brown hair. Sandra strutted, shaking her tight ass hypnotically, allowing her large bust to bounce with each step. Katie waddled, awkwardly shifting one massive, meaty thigh infront of the other while her body jiggled with every move.

All the patients loved Sandra, and she knew it. The little old ladies seemed to like Katie, but that was about it. Every time she took blood, or performed any of numerous pain inducing operations, she would be called a fat pig, or a cow, it any other large animal. The other nurses were always sympathetic, but all the other young nurses had one easy coping mechanism that Katie didn't have access too.

Sex.

After Sandra, or another nurse, had had a bad day, they would take an attractive patient to a private suite and indulge them in the most common male sexual fantasy. It was fun, pleasurable, and something that was completely denied to Katie. She hadn't had sex full stop in about 30kgs, and even then she had been made to feel awkward.

Instead she had taken to eating her feelings. This had largely led to her current situation, and the bulk of the last 30kgs. It was so easy to grab a chocolate bar from the vending machine at first. Then she started going to the bakeries most mornings for something sweet. By now she felt the need to have a family sized bag of sweats basically every night.

Sandra and Katie arrived at the ward. Sandra grinned at Katie.

" You know, I think they even likes this"

Sandra gently jabbed Katie in the belly, getting just deep enough to push her breasts up slightly.

"Now get in there!"

Sandra slightly opened the door, then gave Katie a quick spank to send her over, sending waves of soft flesh rippling over her body, made all the more visible by her tight scrubs. Katie gently opened the door, her full love handles and thick upper arms cushioning the door as she pushed against it.

From the patient's perspective it was a fantasy come to life. The pump belly, straining against her scrubs, was the first thing to enter, followed quickly by a large pair of full breasts. The demure goddess finally fully revealed herself, a beautiful face framed by thick brown hair. Her ass filled out the back of her scrubs, and her thick, yet well formed, thighs rubbed against each other with each step.

As she approached, each step, no matter how slow or careful, lead to her soft, overfed, body jiggling. As she gently swayed from side to side, she had to hold her scrubs down to avoid revealing her massive gut.

Without words, as she approached the patient, they gently guided her on to the bed. Their hands wrapped around her plump waist. They brought the left hand down, along her ass before wrapping around one trunk like thigh. The feeling of someone controlling her, wanting her, desiring get. Their hands felt so good, moving along her soft flesh, exciting her ass they traced the massive curves of her left side.

The patient moved her thigh so that she was completely straddling them. Her belly was spilling over on to the patient. The patient slid his hands between her scrubs and ass, and slowly worked them off her. The release of pressure as the scrubs and panties rolled down was almost orgasmic in itself. Their hands were own Katie's waist again, gently kneeding the dough like rolls that ran along her side, while positioning her completely on top. Even as she moved upright, her belly never lost contact with the patient.

The patient repeated this trick with her top. She could feel their passion for her body. Yet they seemed in completely control. Like they knew her body was a playground from then to explore. As her bra was dropped beside her, the patient buried their face in her bust, stimulating her with their tounge.

She started grinding, completely controlled by her partner, completely consumed by her desire. Every move was controlled, every thrust left waves of pleasure. They grabbed her belly. It felt amazing. Her soft femininity enabling new realms of pleasure.

She started panting, first from pleasure, but soon after from exhaustion. Being worshipped has a plus size goddess was amazing, but even with a lot of help from below it was getting hard to move her soft body.

Sensing this, the patient rolled her over on to her back. Now completely pinned under, there was nothing she could do, except to accept everything she was getting. Every thrust was deep and forceful. Having to push against her large, round belly. Her belly itself felt fantastic. The contact and contrast between bodies, as her large bulk was compressed them released, was more than anything she could hope for.

Katie lay there, her body, soft and base as it was, could not move. The pleasure was too great. As she felt her partner finish just after, get belly let out a loud rumble. The patient passed her a large bag of sweets and seductively rubbed her belly. Maybe these two coping mechanism would work better together.

#fat girls #girl feedee #glorifying obesity #chubby #weightgainfiction #fat fiction

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lazywriterkylie · 2 years

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Day 19: Write a short story that takes place in a laundromat

I've been on a The Last of Us kick ~yet again~ (it happens a few times a year) and I also have delusions that I would thrive in a zombie outbreak. So enjoy this midnight fic :)

I kept one headphone out, just in case. The dark made me nervous. Parking lots made me nervous. Being alone made me nervous.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Alex's tinny voice asked in my ear, disorted by the phone call and my crappy earbuds.

"Probably at four. I want to get on the road before it gets crowded," I responded, hauling on my laundry bag to get it to stay on my shoulder. It's awkward bulk tugged on my hood, and I craned my neck to yank the fabric loose.

"You're three hours ahead of me? So tat's in four hours. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yah," I responded, distracted, "I'll be fine. I'll be out before continental breakfast but I packed food and my tank is full."

Up ahead I watched a small car pull into empty strip mall parking lot and stop at the laundromat under a flickering street light. I slowed my pace, feeling a twang of annoyance and trepidation. I would rather cut my wrists and do push-ups in salt water than deal with other people right now. But the beat up old car shuttered as the engine cut off. The drivers side door opened, and a short stocky figure climbed out. One hand clutched a can and the other was stuffed in the pocket of their dingy hoodie. They staggered forward, stumbling over the curb and through the push doors into the building I was headed towards.

"Shit dude, some shady looking guy just went into the laundromat," I complained quietly, approaching the entrance myself.

"Are you... you know... packing?"

I registered the odd pressure across me chest and nodded slightly to myself.

"Yeah. Yeah I am. And I can't just leave, I walked all this way."

"Aren't you dressed in your baggies?"

"I am."

"Then you probably look like some shady guy right now if you did your job right."

It was true. I wore a huge grey hoodie under my quilted sweater. A sports bra smoothed my chest to an unassuming neutral shape, and I'd washed my makeup off before leaving. I wore my hair in a braid stuffed down the back of my shirt, pulling the hood low and wearing a black surgical mask over my mouth and nose. The only thing that might give me away were my jeans and boots. I had wide hips and my legs were definitely not a man's, and my feet were small. From a distance though, I probably looked like a dude. Which was the whole point.

"Just keep talking to me. Anybody who sees will probably think you're crazy and keep their distance."

"You right."

With as much courage as I could muster, I walked on and made it to the swinging doors plastered in flyers and printed notices from the CDC. I pushed my way in, squinting in the harsh buzzing light that violently lit the scrubby little laundromat. Florescent light poured over every inch of the place, exposing the grimy tile and dusty white machinery that lined the walls and rows of the floor. An old television hung in the far corner over an employee only door and the bathrooms. A change machine, ATM, and vending machines lined the wall to my left, and a few chairs sat against the windows . I shuddered at the thought of sitting with my back to the parking lot.

A few of the dryers were running, and the TV was quietly droning on a news station, filling the eery place with an overwhelming background noise. I scanned the room unabashedly, searching for the drunkard owner of the parked car outside. Empty.

"Cool he's probably in the bathroom. Place it empty for the time being."

"Sick. Get to work."

I turned a sharp right and walked to a washing machine on the end where I could keep an eye on the place and upended my laundry bag. I didn't care to sort the colors like I usually did. I didn't have time to be so picky.

"How's it going?" Alex asked. I could hear things rustling on her end as she packed quickly.

"Good. Just paying."

I untied a long swinging tube sock from the strap of my bag and pulled a dollar fifty out, slotting the change into the machine and pushing it roughly into the pay slot.

"You still using that stupid quarter sock?" I heard the humorous judgement in her voice and chuckled.

"Yep. It's the only way I remember to bring change with me when I come here. I can't carry six bucks in change in my wallet."

"That thing could be used as a weapon."

"Another perk. Why change a working system?"

The washing machine kicked to life and water started filling the tub.

I sighed, leaning back against it and closing my eyes for a moment.

"Done. Just a few more hours and I'll be out of here."

"Hang in there girl."

I could hear her crunching footsteps through gravel in the background, and the slam of her cruisers door.

"Are you almost packed?" I asked, pushing myself back into standing position and wandering over to a vending machine, swinging my quarter sock casually.

"Just about. I just need to grab my cooler and swords."

"You're seriously taking the swords?" I laughed, feeding more quarters into the slot and punching a button. An energy drink banged to the bottom and I reached through the flap to grab it.

"Yes! They may not be sharp but they're all I've got right now. I am not lucky enough to live in a state where you can just carry guns around like a psychopath."

"Whatever keeps you safe i guess."

I popped the tab and took a swig, the carbonation bubbling through my nose. I stopped and coughed a little.

"Ugh. I hate these. But I should probably buy a few more before I go."

"You better not fall asleep at the wheel." Alex warned. I heard her close a door and more foot steps.

"I won't. Aren't your roommates home byt the way? You're making an awful lot of noise," I asked.

"Shana left for Georgia yesterday, and the other two are out at a friend's house."

"Seriously? They are going out with friends with everything going on?"

As I spoke I dug a little bottle of hand sanitizer from my pocket and rubbed it all over my hands and wrists.

"They don't think it's a big deal. I heard Becka say it's all politics."

"Idiot," I grumbled, walking back to my washer and sitting on the machine beside it.

"I know. I need to get out of this house before she brings the bug home."

"Please don't let her get you sick... I don't want another Gabby. I don't think I could handle it."

Alex was quiet for a moment as I heard her packing bags and boxes into what must have been her cooler. I let her do her thing for a moment, working through the sudden knot in my throat.

"She's okay Kylie. She's a smart girl. And where she's at is on the border of the city far from where the crops came from. She's probably in one of the quarantine zones without her phone."

"Yah probably."

I kicked my feet gently against the washing machine. Thinking.

If I left at four, maybe earlier because I doubted I would get much sleep as I was, I might be able to make it to Sioux Falls before dark. Find a nice hotel parking lot to sleep in before making the second leg of the trip. If I played my cards right I'd make it home before Alex, and I could lead our little caravan up to the cabin.

That was assuming I could make it on virtually no sleep and the roads were clear. Which I doubled.

My eyes drifted across the building as I sipped my tropical energy drink and a little buzz errupted at the back of my brain, bringing things into clearer focus. I inspected the CDC & WHO posters tacked and taped haphazardly over the walls and stuck to dryer doors.

Wash your hands.

Cover your mouth.

Avoid produce not grown within the US.

Report to a hospital immediately if you show signs of illness.

I turned my head to the television, tuning in and listening with the ear not plugged into my phone call with Alex.

A blonde anchor woman was reading off of a prompt, looking concerned next to a graphic labeled "infection percentage." The volume was low enough that I really had to strain to hear what she was saying.

"Up next on the Indianapolis Star, we are going live to IU Health North Hospital where reporter Richard Lane is up close and personal with students who are studying strains of the mold found on produce in our very own local grocery store. Ricky?"

The camera cut and the split screen showed a man standing in a full hazmat suite, holding a microphone to another doctor in a suit.

"How are your parents by the way? Any word on how they are handling?" I asked.

"Yeah, I talked to dad yesterday. He said they were quarantined in a special wing in the hospital under doctor supervision. He was feeling alright but mom was still fighting it... hopefully she beats it so they can meet us up north soon..."

"Yeah," I responded.

But I was distracted by what I was seeing on the TV. Something had turned the tides of the interview. The half of the screen that was showing the field interview was waving all over the place, swirling from floor to ceiling, almost as if the camera man was running.

The blonde in the studio was partially standing behind her desk, her finger pressed to her ear as she spoke quickly.

I stood and walked closer, grabbing the remote off of a shelf and jamming the volume button so I could clearly hear what the blonde was saying.

"-that an active shooter may be present on campus, or- no. Sorry, a mob? Am I getting that right? A mob has broken out at the facility. Our reporters and crew are rushing to a safe location, and we ask that any in the area remain in their homes and not involve in the sudden commotion."

As she spoke, the other side of the screen continued to show the coverage coming from the IU Health center. Suddenly the wild camera dropped and spun, and the prone figure of its camera man came into partial view as the instrument rested on the floor. There was chaos, a mob as the woman had said. Camera man was laying on the floor under a desk, and behind him, figures sprinted passed the range of view. Panicked and and erratic in their movement. The camera man pulled himself to his hands and knees, but before he could get to his feet, a large man tackled him, flattening the poor man.

"Oh my gosh, there's a riot breaking out at the IU hospital right now," I said to Alex, turning up the volume further.

"No way?"

"Yeah, I- OH MY GOSH!"

I clasped my hands over my mouth in shock as I watched the large man clamp his teeth down around the camera man's neck, and then the news station cut away, a "we'll be right back!" Message across the screen.

"Whats wrong? Kylie?!"

"I just watched a man go feral on the news!"

"How far away from it are you?" Alex asked, tone suddenly serious.

"Um, that's over by the speedway? No, this is the North hosputal. My hotel is on the north west side by carmel, so like, five or six minutes?"

"Dude, how badly do you need clean underwear to travel?"

Before I could answer, a sound from somewhere outside the laundromat stopped me, muffled by distance and the building walls.

Pop! Pop pop!

Gunshots.

"What is going on!" I ducked down behind the row of washers between myself and the exterior wall, peeking over.

The city lights in the dark beyond were difficult to see through the reflected interior of the laundromat. I saw vaguely the parked car outside and the flickering street light. But beyond that, not much else.

"I've got a bad feeling about this Alex. I think I need to get out of here..."

"Get gone girl."

Just as I was standing to walk to the washer, it's loud blaring alarm triggered the end of its spin cycle. I rushed over to it, the noise making me feel panicked.

I lifted the hinge door and began shoveling damp clothes into my laundry bag, flinching as more and more pops of gunfire echoed in the city outside. A loud car alarm was now blasting somewhere nearby and sirens zoomed by on the road beyond the parking lot.

"Is that shooting?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, somethings going down. I gotta run back to my car across the street. I have all my stuff packed in the jeep already I'm not waiting for check out."

"Good- Oof!!"

I was cut off as something rammed into my side and u was thrown to the floor. My laundry bag landed ontop of my legs, the strap tangled in my boots. My earbud was no longer in my ear, but dangling from its cord and I heard Alex's voice still talking faintly.

I gave a scared and breathles scream as I realized I was being attacked.

I scrambled onto my back and looked up to see a man bearing down on me, crazed and glazed eyes stared ferociously, obscured by the dark hood and strands of sweaty matted hair. I kicked my feet free from the bag and planted a kick into the stocky attackers chest, sending him stumbling backwards onto his back with deranged and babbling screaming.

"GET BACK! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

I clambered to my feed and backed away as the man clawed back to his feet and came at me, hunched and feral with flailing arms.

I grabbed a laundry cart from behind me and shoved it into him, staggering the man who was drunk or tweaking or something, because he was like an erratic and rabid animal as he snarled and spat.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! I WILL SHOOT!" The scream tore from my throat as i scrambled backwards towards the door. I reached frantically under my hoodie to the strap over my bra, my shaking hands yanking my 9mm Kimber from its hoster and pulling it free from the layers of fabric.

I flipped the safety switch and leveled the small weapon at the man's chest as he got over the toppled cart and lunged. I screamed, and pulled the trigger.

With a bang and a metalic clang the bullet hit the man in the top of his head and tore out the back of his neck into a washer, spraying blood all over the white appliances behind him. He fell forward to the tiled floor with a thud, where he lay motionless.

"OH GOD ALEX. OH GOD! I SHOT HIM!" I shrieked.

I fell to my butt against the wondow and raised a shaking hand to my dangling earbud and stuffed it sloppily back in my ear, Alex's screaming frantic voice meeting me.

"-OUT OF THERE! GO NOW! KYLIE DO YOU HEAR ME?"

"I-I'm here I'm here! I'm okay-okay but I shot him! I need to call the police!"

"KYLIE LISTEN TO ME. YOU NEED TO GET OFF THE STREETS AND TO YOUR CAR NOW. I AM WATCHING THE NEWS NOW AND ITS NOT JUST RIOTS. YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THE CITY!"

"Okay! Okay!" Grateful for the external assignment of action I sprung to my feet and tore out the glass door into the night. Sprinting frantically from the laundromat across the empty lot towards the cluster of buildings a block away where my hotel held my car. As I left the empty strip mall I took in the looming chaos as sirens and alarms filled the city sky, gunshots reverberated around buildings from virtually every direction, and faint screams and honks joined the chorus to form a cacophony.

"STAY AWAY FROM PEOPLE! DONT STOP TO HELP ANYONE YOU HEAR ME?"

Alex was still yelling in my ear but the rubbing of the headphone cord umder my clothez added to the chaos and made it hard to hear.y speed made my hood fly off and I didn't bother fixing it, to busy running for my life like a prey animal.

I pumped my arms and legs as fast as I could, my boots pounding the rough sidewalk as I rounded a corner and saw my hotel in the distance, maybe a block away. People were spilling from its doors shoving passed eachother as they tried to get out. Several made it to cars and were mounting the curb to get out of the parking lot.

"Almost there!" I cried, spotting my jeep parked against the south wall by the side entrance. I came running into the parking lot and dug my keys from my pocket, hitting the unlock button once. It's lights flashed and I pushed passed a group running together towards their van, tripping as my feet got caught up in someone else's.

"Get up!" One of their group grabbed them and hauled them up and away as I scrapped myself off the ground and staggered forward, partially on all fours until I grabbed my driver's side handle and yanked it open, throwing myself into the driver's seat and hitting the lock button a half a dozen times to be sure to lock the world out.

"I made it! I'm in the jeep!" I gasped, sweating profusely as I struggled through th Indiana humidity and fear. I turned the key in the ignition until it rumbled to life and I threw it in reverse to pull out, switching to drive and plunging through the grassy median onto the road.

"Good! I'm in my car too and headed north to your place. But I'm not hanging up until you're on the freeway!"

"Not a chance," I responded in frustration as a flock of people ran out infront of me, forcing me to slam the breaks.

"What is going on?" I screamed, slapping the wheel and bouncing in my seat as cars and people flooded by in every which way.

"I don't know! My news was saying it's because of the outbreak, it's making people crazy! Sick people are attacking!"

"I'm not going to make it to the freeway." I turned the wheel and drove south onto a side street between a pair of tall buildings where nobody was running.

"How are you going to get out of the city?"

"I am not in the thick of it, ten minutes to the west and I'll be out in the country towards Zionsville and I can take a back way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yah." I stepped on the gas, plowing through a red light and barely missing a woman sprinting down the street.

"Shoot!" I spat, swerving just in time.

"There's people everywhere running! Stay in your houses-"

From behind a truck parked on the road a person darted out infront of me, illuminated in glaring detail in my headlights.

"Crap!" I slammed the breaks but the person smashed into my hood, sending a crack splitting across my windshield before rolling over the side and onto the pavement behind me.

"I HIT HIM!" I shouted, putting it in park and unblinking my seatbelt.

"KEEP DRIVING!"

"BUT I THINK I JUST KILLED-"

Hands pounced the window next to my head and I screamed, turning to see a woman jeering and gnashing her teeth at me, ramming the car with her body and bloody hands.

"AAAAAA!" I fastened my seatbelt and failed about for the gear shift, finding it and putting it back into drive, but to my horror the car wouldn't just groaned and didn't move an inch.

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Revolutionizing Filling Solutions with the Engi-O Aseptic Combination A5 Filler

In the dynamic world of manufacturing and packaging, efficiency, versatility, and precision are paramount. Enter the Engi-O Aseptic Combination A5 Filler, a cutting-edge solution designed to meet the diverse needs of modern production facilities. Whether you're in the food and beverage industry, pharmaceuticals, or any other sector requiring aseptic filling, this innovative machine offers a range of configurations to suit a variety of filling requirements, including the capability to function as a bulk bag filler.

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A Sweet Embrace: Unveiling the Athena Tray Sealer for Namkeen & Sweet Packaging

In the world of sweets, where indulgence is the order of the day, packaging plays an extraordinary role. It's not merely about containing sweet or namkeen delights; it's about preserving the joy within. At Nichrome, we understand the importance of packaging that keeps the taste intact, and that's where the Athena Tray Sealer takes the stage.

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Before we dive into Athena's world, let's set the stage. The bulk bag filling machine ensures that we have a reservoir of sweet & namkeen, ready to be transformed into enchanting packages. Our jar filling machine meticulously fills each container with the utmost care. This is where the journey begins, and Athena is the grand finale.

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But it's Athena who holds the heart of namkeen & sweet packaging. With every seal, it encapsulates not just sweet or namkeen but the emotions your product carries. It's about preserving the nostalgia of grandma's kitchen, the joy of childhood treats, and the love that's shared with each bite.

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Screw Packer Open Mouth Bag Filling Machine Manufacturer, Suppliers In India

The VT CORP Electronic Screw Packer Model “VTC-PMT” is a stationary bagging machine and Screw Packer Open Mouth Bag Packing/Filling Machine in mumbai, India, for packing difficult-flowing powdery bulk materials into open mouth bags with weighing bulk material from 05 to 50 Kg. This machine is specially designed for screw feeder carries material uniformly & has a very large inlet to prevent arching / bridging normally occurring in the inlet neck portion. For more details visit us today at 9323125586.

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Contract Packing Services

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Top Packaging Machines

Pouch packaging is gentle, versatile, durable, transportable, sustainable, and easy to customize, appropriate for filling with solids, liquids, powders, and pastes. On the other hand, if you need to automatize your sugar packaging course an automated bagging machine is the best solution. The manual or semi-automatic packing machines could be designed in the web weight or gross weight model. Some examples of merchandise that could be packed with this machine are Potting soil, seeds, feed, plastic granules, Pet Food, and low-density merchandise of assorted grain sizes. The baggage that this packaging machine can pack is a minimum dimension of mm and a maximum size - sealer vacuum packaging machine.

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How To Best Utilize FlexiTanks For Bulk Liquid Shipping

For those looking to make improvements in their bulk liquid flipping practices, making the move towards flexitanks for sale is the right choice. If your company has never used them before, making the switch will require some initial knowledge and changes to make the switch a smooth one. Here is how to properly utilize your flexibags for bulk liquid shipping, and get the most out of them.

What Are Flexitanks?

It’s important to know exactly what’s flexitanks are and what they offer you, before you decide to make that switch. Like many other tanks that you can use in your business, flexitanks for sale are used for bulk liquid shipping. There are several different sizes of flexitank available to you, but they will all hold between 16,000 to 24,000 liters. That makes them an excellent option for shipping larger amounts of liquids, as they can hold just as much as some more traditional tanks on the market.

What makes these tanks different is that they take the form of a large plastic bag, being made of several layers of tough polyurethane. They have a nozzle at one end in the top of the bag, and this is where you both load and unload any liquid that you place in it.

These tanks are offering a lot of benefits to bulk liquid shipping companies already, so let’s look at how you can use them to get the most out of your shipments.

Understand What Can Be Used With Flexitanks

One of the first things you need to know, before you use flexibags, is what kind of liquids can be safely stored in them. You need to know if these tanks are compatible with the liquids that your company handles on a day-to-day basis.

The good news here is that these tanks are compatible with a wide range of different liquids that are typically shipped in bulk. Many companies have made the switch to them, because they can be used for a range of different food grade liquids. For example, you may see companies using a flexitank for oil, water, beers, wines, and lots of other different liquids.

This is because they are so simple to use with food grade liquids. These tanks are the only ones that are approved by the FDA, and because they are one use only, you will never have to worry about liquids potentially being contaminated during transit. This is especially important when companies are using tanks to ship water to disaster struck areas, as it’s vital the liquid is kept safe throughout the whole process.

It’s not just food grade liquids you can use in flexitanks for sale though, as they can be used for a wide range of different non-hazardous chemicals. As an example, you are able to ship printer inks, cleaning liquids, machine oils, and lots of other different liquids that may need to be shipped in bulk.

Knowing How To Load And Unload Flexitanks

If you have made the decisions start using flexitanks for your shipping needs, then you need to understand how they are used. Thanks to their unique design, using a flexitank for oil will be slightly different than using other traditional times. The good news is, that they are actually very easy to load and unload.

Firstly, you will need to know how to prepare a shipping container for a flexitank. You will need to check the tank for any choosing nails, rough edges or anything else that could cause an issue with the tank. Remove nails and other issues if possible, and then use cardboard to line the container.

This point, the tank is laid out empty in the container, with the nozzle placed at the open end. To fill the container with liquid, you will need a pump and hose which will be attached to the nozzle. Start pumping in your liquid, and the tank will expand to contain all of the product. When done, simply close up the nozzle and shut the shipping container door, and it will be ready to go.

Emptying a flexitank for oil is also a simple process. Once the tank has reached its destination, you will need to open up the shipping container, and again attach a hose and pump to the tank itself. You can then start pumping out the liquid, to empty the tank. Once the tank start emptying, you will need to use long handles squeegees or brooms to push all the remaining liquid up to the nozzle, where it can be removed.

Once you are done emptying the tank, it is then recycled rather than being shipped away to be cleaned.

When you are ready to send a new shipments, you will just need a new flexitank for oil.

Cost Savings With Flexitanks

As you have seen throughout this post, flexitanks for sale are a very simple and easy to use shipping method. One of the biggest reasons why companies are making the switch to them right now is because a lot of the benefits lead to savings for them.

With the elimination of cleaning and transport needs, with much reduced storage needs, and the elimination of contamination issues which will eat into profits, You can take advantage of these benefits to start reducing overall costs for your business.

Now you know how to best utilize flexibags in your business. Your business can reap a lot of benefits just by making this switch.

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