#its a bit different though cause the soft bit of the potato is basically mashed and mixed with salt and cheese before the toppings areadded

[cinnonym]

Regarding jacket potatoes: I think it is perhaps because they are still wearing their little jackets, or skins. As opposed to some other situations where they would be peeled. This seems like what the US calls a baked potato, except we have slightly different toppings: cheese, sour cream, chives, bacon bits. Lots of butter, of course.

Oh!! That is an excellent theory and makes total sense to me, thank you for weighing in!!

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   19

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart enjoys flustering Papyrus, and he tries to educate her in the greatest of performers; Mettaton... Aka, share his interests with her. Also... other stuff happens.

A/N: Important stuff! So! While looking through stuff, I looked through the bookmarks to this story (on Ao3, for multiple reasons) and saw a comment in the bookmark saying that they weren't sure why she hadn't gotten her voice back, yet. This is honestly a good question. I guess it wasn't clear enough, I mean, a lot of stuff has happened. I tried to put the speech indicators to show that her voice is getting better, but then she'll yell and scream at Sans or someone on the phone (her idiot boss) and it'll get a bit worse. Also, I did a count of the days (quickly scanning through the whole file so I could be a little off) and at the beginning of the next chapter she's only been there for two weeks (13 days actually) and only been awake for 10 of them. Even if we give the benefit of the doubt and say three weeks (pretty sure that's the time frame I was aiming for about the point they had sex), she's basically gotten her voice back, its just a bit wobbly and squeaky. I dunno 'bout the rest of y'all, but last time I got sick (actually right before I started writing this story) I lost my voice for about a month and a half. I started getting it back after a month, had two weeks of the squeaky voice of a dog toy, and then a week of where it was mostly back, but still wobbly and had to clear my throat a lot because of it cutting out and squeaking. This is for informative purposes, not to be a jerk. Even though I feel like a jerk... lol God damn it! Do you know how hard I tried not to make it so he had a sock thing?! Maybe a preference or soft spot, but not an all out fetish. Like, 'ooo, yeah, those're sexy,' sure, but not, 'oh god, I'm so hard 'cause you're wearing socks!' *sigh* I fail at life... Enjoy an about double length chapter!.

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Papyrus tries to be... friendly? Maybe. Is that what he's doing? Yes.

Contrary to what Sans had said, the two spent the time until Papyrus came back not having sex, but cuddling and making out. 

“SANS!” Papyrus called from downstairs, knowing too well not to go near his brother’s room unless he was interested in an accidental show. 

Sans pulled back from the kiss he was tangled in with (Y/n), glancing to the door before giving her another kiss and climbing from the bed to go down to his brother. 

(Y/n) laid back, biting her lip and smiling. 

Ok… so it hadn’t started out great, but, really, even if she left now, the sex was amazing, and she wouldn’t have a problem messaging him. Who knew about a relationship, but what they had was pretty sweet. 

A sudden realization hit her. 

What did Sans think of relationships? 

Was it something monsters did? It seemed like they avoided showing that they had feelings or emotions at every turn, and she could see how having a relationship would blow that out of the water. 

Did she want a relationship? 

Yes, sex was nice, and it was nice spending time with him, but… it was entirely different than having a relationship. Right now, they were basically almost friends, with benefits. Maybe closer to fuck buddies who liked hanging out. 

It was a strange gray area to be in. 

(Y/n) stretched and climbed from the bed, hurrying to grab some clothes and head to take a quick shower to wash the smell of sex from her. 

How long had it been since her body had felt so well used? So nicely taken care of? 

...How long had it been since she’d been a willing participant in it becoming this sore? 

She shook her head to get that thought out of her head. 

It didn’t matter, anyway, that bastard was gone, and she was here. 

She needed to enjoy her life. 

She instead focused on washing up, bemoaning that her legs had gotten so hairy and that there was no razer around here to shave. How could she have forgotten to tell Sans to get one when she sent him out for everything and the kitchen sink? 

After her shower, she went into Sans’ room and found the bag he’d brought back on the off chance that he had gotten one and she’d just missed it. 

No luck, though she did find a pair of really cute over the knee socks. They looked like they were either from a halloween display, or from a store that sold punk and goth type clothing, having a print of tiny scattered skull and crossbones, and a bit of lace and back ribbon at the top.

Well… at least they’d cover the hairs on her legs and she wouldn’t be so self conscious about them. 

She pulled on a shirt, the pants she’d originally been wearing, and did her best with her hair before she walked downstairs. 

Papyrus was making a lot of noise in the kitchen, and Sans was nowhere to be seen. 

He must have gone out for something… 

(Y/n) went to the kitchen and stopped next to Papyrus. 

He looked down at her with a suspicious glare, but she responded with a friendly grin. 

Papyrus quickly looked away with a bit of red growing over his cheeks. 

Embarrassment… that’s right; being nice flustered him. 

A mischievous grin lifted her lips. 

This was going to be fun. 

As Papyrus started trying to make the shepherd's pie again, she stood near, pre measuring things and handing them to him. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUMAN?!” He demanded, his hands going to rest on his pelvis. 

“He-ping,” she told him, then shot a huge grin. [helping]

Papyrus' sharp teeth gritted hard and he turned away with a glare. 

(Y/n) held back her laughter. 

So much fun. 

As Papyrus was starting to layer, the door opened and Sans came back in. 

“SANS! COME GET YOUR HUMAN! SHE’S UNDERFOOT!” Papyrus demanded. 

Sans entered the kitchen, seeing (Y/n) helpfully handing a bowl of mashed potatoes to his brother, whose skull was glowing across his cheekbones and nasal ridge. 

He stuffed his smokes in his pocket and strolled over to where (Y/n) was grinning at him. He gave her a devious grin back, his sharp teeth flashing at her, and let his tongue trace his golden fang suggestively. 

Sans stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling behind her ear. "c'mon, sweetheart, stop botherin' my bro an' come in th' other room wit me. i got an idea 'f how ta entertain ya." Sans chuckled at her obviously flustered form against him. “c’mon sweetheart, give ‘im th’ potatoes an’ come wit me.” 

Papyrus took the bowl of potatoes from her and made a disgruntled and disgusted noise as Sans guided (Y/n) to the other room. 

He sat her on the couch and sat next to her, pulling the remote out and putting on a show. 

(Y/n) sniffed the air, noticing a heavier cherry and vanilla smell around Sans. 

"What's that sm-ll?" She asked. 

"what smell?" Sans asked, looking over at her with a brow ridge up. 

"It's on you, like… vanilla, and cherry," she told him. 

"oh," Sans hummed, pulling out a slightly worn box to show her. "that's my smokes."

"You smoke?" She asked in surprise. 

"yeah, sometimes," he murmured, his eyelights flashing to the kitchen. 

(Y/n) mentally shrugged. Smoking was bad, but who knew if it even affected him the same way… He wasn't doing it around her, and at least the smoke smelled good. 

Over all, filed under 'not her business'. 

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After a dinner filled with Papyrus shooting them disgusted looks from his spot across the table and telling them the 'thrilling adventures' he'd had that day, Papyrus made them stay downstairs to watch Mettaton shows. 

"boss, i don't wanna watch any mettaton stuff," Sans complained. 

"TOO BAD; I'M NOT LETTING YOU TWO WANDER OFF TO YOUR OWN DEVICES! WHO ONLY KNOWS WHAT WOULD HAPPEN THEN!" 

"heh, i know what'd happen," Sans commented, giving (Y/n) a suggestive wink. 

Papyrus gave a put upon sigh and wedged his way between them on the couch. 

"hey, bro, what're ya doin'?!" Sans complained, shuffling out of the way a bit so he didn't get sat on. 

"I DON'T WANT THE TWO OF YOU CANOODELING RIGHT NEXT TO ME!" Papyrus declared. 

"then let us go up ta my room, bro," Sans sighed, managing to hold back his irritation. "simple as that." 

"NO CANOODELING!" Papyrus declared. 

He spent a lot of the shows explaining to (Y/n) how their star, and sometimes only actor, was better than anything humans could possibly have, often spending half a segment explaining the ‘complicated and far superior’ bits. 

After enough time had apparently passed, Papyrus decided it was time to go to bed and ushered them all upstairs. 

As soon as the door closed behind them, Sans let out an irritated breath before looking up at (Y/n) and letting his sharp teeth curl into a predatory grin. 

Heat shot through (Y/n)'s belly, her heart rate going up. 

"c'mere, sweetheart," Sans beckoned her to the bed as he reached it himself. "i have a feelin' yer tongue's been away from mine fer too long…" 

(Y/n) felt a bit of embarrassment mixing with the excitement that was filling her, heat starting to build already. 

"aw, c'mon, sweetness," Sans drew his voice out temptingly, the low tones somehow reminding her already wettening core what he'd done to it earlier and making it clench. "no need ta be so shy noww." 

(Y/n) slowly stepped toward the bed, fluttering filling her belly. 

“there ya go,” Sans praised as she got closer. “that’s it, sweetheart, c’mon closer,” he told her as he knelt on the bed and moved to the middle, sitting on his knees. “wait, this’s gonna be easier if ya take those pants off b’fore ya get up here,” he commented. 

A wave of trepidation fell over her, and she thought through what was happening, trying to be completely sure she was ok with what was about to happen. 

One round of sex and a day of making out, you could… maybe still be friends. Any more than that… who knew… 

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Sans asked, his expression turning more toward question than the suggestive thing it had been. 

(Y/n) paused, then reached for her pants and started taking them off. 

“mmm, there ya go, sweetheart,” Sans commented as she started crawling toward him on the bed, his expression slipping back to that one of suggestive intent. 

She made her way up, then paused in front of him, biting her lip as she reached under her shirt and worked her bra off without taking off her shirt. Her attention was drawn back to Sans at the lustful noise he made as she threw it to the floor behind her. 

“i didn’t know ya knew magic, sweetheart,” Sans chuckled, leaning forward and grabbing her by the hips to draw her closer to him. His hands slid down her thighs, moving around them, then up the backs to take her panties and start dragging them down her thighs. 

As she lifted one knee so he could get them off, he caught sight of the dark fabric on her calf and twisted a little around her to get a better look. 

Yes, there were little skull and crossbones distributed every so often over the black of the fabric, a bit of lace nearly hidden behind her knee. 

“fuck,” Sans murmured softly, his phalanges lingering over the soft fabric as he helped her off with her panties. 

(Y/n) looked at him in question, following his gaze, her leg registering where he was touching. 

Oh. 

Oh!

Ooooooooh… 

He’d bought those… maybe not even purposely for her… 

Here she was wearing them, and if the tent in his shorts was anything to go by, he wholeheartedly approved. 

Sans tried to stop the drool from dripping between his teeth as his fingers took in the feel of her soft leg inside of the socks, tracing the muscles that filled out the fabric and looking sexier than he had imagined. 

He hadn’t even dared to hope that she’d willingly wear them, let alone put them on herself, yet here she was, calves covered in the socks, looking sexy enough that if she pressed her knees together, her legs would look good enough to- he’d have to hold on to the backs of her thighs so that he could brace himself to thrust, keeping her feet together with his knees and her knees together with his hands- 

Sans blinked his sockets to clear his fantasy, gripping the backs of her thighs and pulling her up into his lap, pausing only to get his shorts out of the way. Then he was pulling her up over him, her knees on the outsides of his hips, angling and positioning them both so that as he eased her to sit down, she felt the head of his cock brushing against her. 

(Y/n) bit her lip, her body giving all the signals that it was interested and ready, and one of his hands slipped between them to guide his cock, brushing against her wet folds until he found her opening. 

The hand on her hip gripped harder as he encouraged her down, sliding into her, and his face turned into a grimace of pleasure. 

“nnn, fuck, ya feel jus’ ‘s good ‘s last time…” He told her through gasped breaths. “fuuuuck, sweetheart… ya a’ways this hot an’ wet, or is this jus’ fer me?” He groaned as she sank down, her thighs finally meeting where his shorts had crumpled around his femurs. 

“Sans,” she whispered, her hands clenching around the back of his shirt, grabbing at his ribs and making him growl needily. 

One of his hands buried itself in her hair, tangling and fisting in it to point her face to his, his teeth pressing against her lips and parting them to let his tongue meet hers, and she moaned, her hips following the motions he was guiding her through to get a bit of movement going. 

It was a bit awkward due to the angle, and only served to make them both want more. 

Sans' hand moved from her hip to give a rough grope to her ass, holding her against him as he turned and laid over top of her. 

His pelvis stayed against her as he knelt up, his hands running down her calves, the roughness of his phalanges catching a little at her socks. 

He gave a squeeze to her calves, then lifted them up over his shoulders, nuzzling them, his hands stroking over them. 

His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them tightly before starting to move his pelvis. 

He rocked gently for a moment, but soon leaned forward, pushing her knees closer to her chest as he did, and it seemed to open her up to him more, making her able to feel every inch of him as he moved inside her. 

Sans held her thighs tight against his ribs, keeping her calves on his shoulders and nuzzling against them as he thrust. They felt so soft under his phalanges, against his cheekbone-

His eyelights stayed on her as he panted for breath, thrusting into her rhythmically. He could feel her hands grabbing and twisting around his shorts, trying to pull him into her as her hips gave little bucks trying to meet his. 

fuck... 

She was so cute- the socks were adorable, and they made her look even cuter… 

His tongue reached out and traced over her calf, making him grunt as she clenched around him. “oh, sweetheart,” he groaned softly, nipping at her calf. 

A noise escaped (Y/n), but she tried to swallow it, trying to keep quiet as he sped up. 

Sans gripped her thighs tightly, pushing into her faster and faster, his pointed teeth digging into her sock covered calf, his tongue brushing over it. 

(Y/n) gasped, her mouth dropped open as she tried to stay quiet, her body bouncing as he pushed into her harder. 

“fuck, sweetheart- ya squeezin’ ‘round me like that- ya like what ‘m doin’ ta ya?” He asked, watching her face. 

(Y/n) nodded, her hand tightening in the fabric of his shorts. 

“yeah?”

She nodded again as she gasped for air, trying desperately not to make noise to piss off the other skeleton in the house, starting to get light headed at how much oxygen she was taking in. 

“nnn, fuck- y’re so sweet, sweetheart,” he told her, gulping in air as he tightened his hands, holding her steady as he pounded into her. 

She was going to have bruises there, though it couldn’t seem to matter to her mind. He was hitting every perfect place inside her- it felt so good- he felt so perfect inside her- every spot lighting up with pleasure- so amazing- 

And then he bit her calf again, his tongue trailing over the sock that made her seem even more adorable and sweet. 

“Ungh-” (Y/n) squeaked, holding back the other noises as she came, her body tightening and pulsing around Sans as she softly moaned his name. 

“uuuuuuugh, sweetheart- tha’s right, come fer me- nnn- ya feel s’good- fuck- fuckfuckfuck-!” He growled out as he fell over the edge and followed her into bliss, his jaw clenched tight to keep quiet. He didn’t need his brother bursting in and ruining the mood. 

As they came down, Sans leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue and teeth moving with her mouth, small noises leaving them both. 

Sans chuckled after a moment, his hands squeezing her ass with her legs now wrapped around him. 

“What’s so funny?” She asked, watching his face. 

“nothin’, i jus’ feel bad fer humans ’s all. any guy who doesn’t get ta feel ‘is girl keep pullin’ at ‘im like this, really. can’t ‘magine. jus’ feels so good. c’mere, sweetness,” he coaxed, though he was the one who did all the work of wrapping his arms around her and rolling so that she was again on top of him before he gave a content sigh. 

“Their loss,” (Y/n) murmured back with a chuckle of her own. 

They started drifting off, but (Y/n) would swear she heard Sans say, “‘m glad i found ya… some a th’ best luck in my life…”

 A/N: Uh... In case it wasn't clear... Yes, Sans was thinking of pressing Sweetheart's calves together and fucking the space between near her knees... um... while she was wearing the socks... I- I don't know... I was going to have him just think about licking or nipping, but, in the moment that's what came out instead... Sans does what he wants when I write, apparently... Sans: damn straight i do, doll!

[chubbyheroesworthyheroes]

9, 26, 32 for Silas. He’s practicing for an eating competition but it seems that one night while training, the food has a much more filling effect.

9) Button popping/seam ripping/etc.26) Rapid wg32) Eating competition

This was the last thing in my inbox, and I know it’s been a long time coming, but I am supremely happy with how this turned out! This is probably the closest I’ve ever gotten to writing anything immobile-ish before, but, man, something just possessed me to make my favorite Fates boy fuckin’ LORGE. So, I hope it’s okay, and that you enjoy it!

If someone had told Silas that he’d get himself into eating competitions, he’d probably have politely chuckled at the mere notion. 

While he did have a fondness for food – he’d had picnics with his friend Corrin ever since they were kids – he was more of a social eater than someone he’d imagine entering an eating contest. Well, a year or so back, a friend of a friend had made a bet with him: they’d both enter one of the local eating contests, and whoever came out on top – or, at least, placed better than the other – would be able to use the loser as their own personal food delivery service for a month.

Silas had mostly agreed because Corrin had loudly cheered that he could beat the other easily, and he felt so flustered in the moment that he’d found himself saying yes to the bet. Not being the sort to charge into something completely unprepared, Silas had done a little research and figured out a good training plan. When the day came to see who’d win the bet, he’d ended up utterly smoking the other man in the contest – coming in at a triumphant first place. Initially, he thought it would just be a one and done thing, but after the contest – after wolfing down more food faster than he’d ever done so in his life, feeling the painful-but-weirdly-content bloat of his stomach as he was declared the winner – Silas had an itch to do it again.

And again, and again, and it turned into a bit of a hobby for him after a while.

It was fun to compete, and the food was always the best, never anything lousy or disappointing. It was always top notch stuff, made for flavor and quantity. Of course, most of it wasn’t exactly healthy, but Silas made an effort to keep up with his usual workout regime to stay fit despite the fact that he could put a sizable dent in an all-you-can-eat buffet within half an hour. He was pretty much the epitome of the average looking guy, in his own opinion – not particularly tall, but not short either, with the build of someone who went to the gym, albeit, not religiously.

With the end of the year approaching, there was always a big competition in their town; a majority of the local restaurants would offer their specialties for the contest, which was basically a big advertising platform for them. Whoever won the contest got a cash prize, along with a year of free meals from the restaurants that participated. It would be Silas’ first time entering this particular contest, so he was training to get himself used to what food he’d be faced with on the day – there was a wide variety, from Nohrian classics he was familiar with to Hoshidan dishes he was relatively new to. Tonight would be a bit of a test to his capacity limits, but also simply him figuring out the best way to eat everything in a quick manner. There was a lot to try out; soups of several kinds, thickly built sandwiches full of meats and vegetables, rice and noodle dishes soaked in sweet and sour sauces – the list really went on, and Silas knew he was in for a night of good food at the very least.

A usual when he did this sort of prep for a competition, Silas was wearing pretty comfortable clothes; a soft, simple hoodie and some loose pants so that he didn’t get uncomfortable the more he ate. Corrin had helped him get all the food he needed from all the different restaurants, every open space on the floor covered with plastic bags, containers and delicious food as Silas got hunkered down for the night ahead of him. He found it easier to keep going when he was watching or listening to something, so he’d just pushed the low table in front of his lumpy, old leather couch out of the way and sat on the floor with his back up against the sofa. This way, he could pretty easily reach whatever dish he felt like trying and didn’t have to worry about table space or getting up for more food, and could binge whatever tv show kept his attention as he did so.

Flipping through channels for a bit, Silas settled on some old holiday movie before grabbing the first container of food by him. Popping the top off of the hot tin, he was greeted with the warm, homely scent of honey barbecued meat, doughy, buttered biscuits and creamy mashed potatoes. It was a dish he was quite familiar with, and in spite of the heaviness to the food, the container was empty in hardly any time at all. Silas took a quick drink of water to wash down the last of the biscuits before moving onto the next thing, not wanting to break up his tempo. The next container was opened to reveal a big, steaming portion of ramen. Slurping up some of the noodles first, Silas idly checked where this was from, the logo somewhat familiar to him – he vaguely recalled going to eat at that restaurant with Corrin once or twice? Regardless, it was the perfect amount of salty flavor after the sweet tinge of what he’d previously eaten, and Silas found himself quickly gulping the soup down.

Taking a breath, he shuffled around to put the empty container next to its fallen comrade and picked up the next in line, the warmth building in his stomach going ignored as the night continued.

Unbeknownst to him, it seemed that someone had tampered with his food. While it certainly wasn’t used the same as it was back in the old days, magic was still alive and well now, and it appeared someone had a very specific result in mind for Silas. As he continued to eat, that warmth in his stomach kept building up, until it felt like the heat was spilling over into the rest of his body. He was so focused on maintaining his pace and eating fast, that Silas didn’t notice how his body was expanding – slowly at first, but growing faster the more food he ate – to fill out his loose clothing, and then strain against it.

Leaning back against the couch, Silas huffed out a breath and rested a hand against his stomach – startling when he felt the bloated give to it.

“That’s…weird…,” he mumbled to himself, sitting up a bit to see how his previously comfortable clothing was now tight against his body. But, it wasn’t hard to see that it wasn’t his clothes that were at fault – his whole body had gotten…bigger, softer. He’d always been fit, not overly muscular but not skinny either, so pressing a hand against his stomach and having it sink in a little to soft flesh was pretty foreign to him. He looked downright chubby now; a gut resting gently on his soft thighs, his ass now plump enough to fill out his pants, even his cheeks had chubbed up a bit.

More than a little unnerved at these sudden changes, Silas groaned when he felt his stomach rumble with hunger, finding himself reaching for more food. He was pretty full at this point, having gone through half of the food he’d ordered, but it almost felt like he hadn’t eaten a thing at all tonight as he dug in ravenously to what was left to eat. Chubby cheeks flushing as he began to utterly pig out, Silas could feel himself getting bigger and bigger with every bite.

Every gulp, every bite, every slurp just seemed to make him swell up faster and fatter. 

His pants were the first thing to cause an issue, the once loose waist of them now digging harshly into his hips, the button and zipper biting into his soft underbelly as well, sure to leave angry red marks. Silas whimpered and shifted around, trying to get into a comfortable position as his pants grew tighter and more stifling. Gods, it was getting unbearable, the pressure was too much, but his hands were occupied with shoveling food into his mouth. But, after shoving in another, large mouthful of food, Silas grunted when he felt a muffled pop against the underside of his belly; a sudden relief of the pressure build up as the button was popped right off his pants, the weight of his stuffed gut forcing the zipper down, doughy flesh quick to fill in the new space. Of course, this relief only lasted so long, as his growing thighs and ass were straining the sturdy seams of his pants. The more he ate, the tighter the material became, until Silas heard the death knell for his once comfy pants – a pathetic rip from the seat of his pants and along the legs, warm, pliant fat oozing through the gaping chasms in the material, his dignity only maintained on account of a pair of luckily stretchy boxers.

Silas let out a large, whooshing sort of exhalation at the feeling, embarrassment fought down by the blessed feeling of no longer being constricted and pressed in by his pants.

Of course, with more food to go still, his enlargement wasn’t going to stop there.

Wolfing down forkfuls of thick, cheesy macaroni sprinkled with crumbled bits of crunchy bacon, Silas could feel everything waist up pushing to match the expanse of his lower half.

For quite a while, his hoodie was doing an honorable job of covering his stomach; the material was made to stretch, and he’d gotten it in a size or two above his usual. As the night wore on, though, his belly really taxed the stretching capabilities of the hoodie, the soft cottony feel of the inside layering forced to press against the warm bulge of his gut, until the amount of belly became too much to contain, causing the sweatshirt to ghost up further and further. He felt the somewhat cool air of his apartment breeze over the warm skin of his belly, the hem of his sweatshirt having risen to reveal his bellybutton. Silas would have tried to pull it down, but had since figured out that he wouldn’t be able to do anything else until he’d stuffed all of the food he had here into his gut.

Oh, but, Gods, the weight of his expanding stomach was something else. He could feel the way it slowly claimed space in his lap, soft flesh molding against the round press of his thighs; the sheer weight of it was forcing his legs apart, so with a muffled grunt, Silas maneuvered his plush body into a position that allowed him to sit with his legs….semi-crossed. He was too fat already to actually sit with his legs crossed, but he could manage crossing them at the ankles, and this allowed his burgeoning belly to flow into and fill up the space made by his legs like a nest of sorts, offering a little bit of support to the soft mass as it kept on filling out as he chowed down.

At this point, the embarrassment and horror of what was happening had died away, and Silas found himself more than a little hot and bothered by the way his body was swelling up with plush, warm fat. He’d never been overweight in his life, and maybe he’d found that people with rounder figures caught his attention more than thinner ones, but he’d never really thought about what it would feel like to get this big himself.

It felt so good…

He was so warm and every part of him was so soft, he’d never felt so comfortable in his life. Taking up so much space – and he wasn’t even done yet, an excited chill running up his spine as he could feel himself expanding out further, claiming more floor space with his own fat body. His hoodie was tight as all get out by this point, the hem catching in the creases at his sides where large love handles had sprouted as his belly grew larger and larger. Moaning through a dense mouthful of green tea flavored mochi, Silas felt the tight material suddenly force itself up around his hand-filling moobs, an abrupt rush of growth to his fat belly causing the already behemoth thing to blimp out rather cartoonishly.

The fat of his arms were bulging out the poor sleeves of his abused hoodie, making them feel too short and tight on him. The bulk of the sweatshirt was bunched up at his chest, trapped under his jostling moobs and leaving absolutely no inch of his great, wobbling mass of a belly covered. The neck of the piece of clothing was similarly stuck under Silas’ flab, a couple of new chins causing the taxed strings of the hoodie to dig into his soft neck.

Wheezing for a moment, Silas blinked away the blurriness in his eyes, sluggishly realizing that his growing was coming to a slow stop. All the food was gone, which was good, seeing as Silas was fairly sure he’d not be able to reach anything that wasn’t directly beside him. Licking his lips, though, he silently bemoaned the fact that he didn’t have anymore tasty food to experience. In lieu of this, however, he could finally explore his own body now that his hands were under his own control once more. Face feverishly hot and covered in all manner of sauces and smeared food, Silas stifled a content burp as he squeezed and prodded at his fattened frame.

Stubby fingers sunk into deliciously soft flesh everywhere he could touch. From the stacked rolls on his sides, to the bombshell tits that he could practically rest his chins on, to the doughy eclipse that was his stomach. It was all fantastic; warm, soft, and tinged a faint pink in places. He couldn’t see his toes, not unless he tilted to the side and kicked his foot out, but he could feel the fat-packed mounds of his ass and bulk of his thighs and calves. Raising his hands to his cheeks, Silas felt his dick twitch and throb against his formidable gut as he felt soft, round chipmunk-sized cheeks fill the palms of his hands. Gods, he couldn’t even reach partway around the sheer mass of his belly, pudgy hands only able to go as far as the bloated crest of his gut; his deep, drooping bellybutton forever hidden from his view.

He looked absolutely porky now, a real prize hog built for winning the ultimate eating competition this town had to offer him.

[connywrites]

of flesh and blood 22

start - part [21]

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Your life will be brighter Your days will be longer Become what you're feeling Flesh and blood Give it up, go It's only illusion A miracle dawning Give into the knowing Flesh and blood Give it up go Truth is just as real As your dream allow It's far away It's all around Forget yourself Cast aside regret It starts, it ends Open up Give it up go

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The notification was unbelievable. The text was in clear, bold letters, but still Gavin had difficulty in fathoming such a thing. It was an email from Fowler, yet it held so much power he wasn't sure what to do with it.

The next model was coming out and the RK900 was going to be recycled parts by the morrow. Tears of relief stung in his eyes as he sniffled, and then laughed at himself about it. On top of that, the new models - now labeled QZ180 - a new, state-of-the-art prototype as they tested out new parts and capabilities meanwhile, was going to take its place. He felt like his head was spinning.

The letters and numbers on his back may never completely disappear, but he couldn't see them and had already planned on a way to deal with it. The branding would fade, and so would these terrible memories, assuming he'd never repeat the same mistake again with any newer models.

-

"Our remaining time together is short. I'll miss our romance," it stated in a vaguely flirtatious, slightly friendly but neutral tone. Gavin wanted to hurl.

"Because of my test run with synthetic emotions, the big mystery of what causes deviancy has been officially solved. You're off of android investigations now and so am I. You'll be continuing to work your job by yourself seeing as they're impressed with your progress and there's a new detective on the field who's going to take the prototype instead." Gavin's face paled, even though he knew he should have been all the more content that his personal nightmare had finally ended.

"Yes. It seems the head of the precinct took your advice into consideration and hired someone new." Gavin didn't know why, but he had a terrible feeling about this.

"I hope you keep your new habits even when I'm gone. I have no reason to relay this information to you, but officer Chen briefly suggested the desire to ask you for a date but had too much anxiety to do so. I thought you might want the honors of telling her your actual sexuality…or not. Do with this information as you please, as I will no longer be here to stop you."

The words were like static to his ears as he felt himself disassociate on the spot. Too much new information, all at once, so his own mind decided to entirely cop out, it seemed.

"Don't worry. I'll only be a little bitch when the situation calls for it,” Gavin said with a scoff and rolled his eyes, cueing a swift pinch in the side. He sucked in a breath between his teeth in a hiss, but his posture immediately straightened.

"Good boy.” It flashed a sly smirk that faded as soon as it  came.

“I'll see you again never."

“Can’t wait,” Gavin replied without holding back any of the bite on his tongue. RK900 flashed a familial smile.

“One more thing,” it encouraged, and he shifted his weight to the other heel so he wouldn’t slouch.

“The utilities and mortgage on your new, fully furnished house on 8890 Lafayette Avenue will be paid in full for the next three years and the kitchen will be stocked come your next payday. Also, Fowler wants to see you at the next board meeting.” Still lost in shock with a look of surprise on his face, Gavin tried not to flinch as the android reached forward to put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.

“You’ve done well. Don’t ruin this for yourself, detective.”

-

Having a new car was weird, and having someone else in the vehicle was even more bizarre. Starting the machine himself was also brand new, already leaving him confused as he swiped over the interface; updated and integrated with yet another "personality" of artificial intelligence trying to politely talk him through the process, he scoffed as he hit the "mute" button for the pre-recorded voice that tried to play through the speakers. Not blaming him, Tina pretended not to notice, leaning towards the passenger window as she gazed outside with her chin settled into a palm, curious vision watching the buildings pass by.

"So, how do you feel?" She knew it was a loaded question, but her curiosity pushed forward as she glanced to him with focused eyes, mulling over the situation in her head. It felt fake to him for a long time, but he told himself she wouldn't be doing this if she wasn't sincere, even if it was hard to believe.

"Like it's gonna latch its teeth in my throat as soon as I look away. Any minute now," he stated bluntly, staring straight ahead even if he didn't need to watch the road. She frowned, but appreciated his honesty.

"Good riddance," she contributed, and he glanced over to her without turning his head while he wondered about her thoughts over the ordeal. Asking was a different matter of its own.

"I never liked it," she explained herself.

"Always gave me a weird feeling. Now I see why." Careful with her own eye contact, she glanced ahead, up to one of the familiar street signs as the vehicle stopped at an intersection.

-

Pulling the chicken from the oven by the tray, he set it onto the dining table barely large enough for it to sit with the side dishes of mashed potatoes, salad and dressing, with a bottle of aged wine and a snack tray on the side.

"I didn't know you could cook," she acknowledged, and he huffed with a mental revisit to the 900's 'lessons.'

"I can... put things in the oven and not burn them?" Feeling sheepish, he scratched the back of his neck and shrugged.

"It smells great," she complimented, and for a moment he mentally stepped away from the physical world as he tried to digest the idea of her being nice to him.

"Yeah well, if you chip a tooth, the bill's not on me," he half-jested in an unsure and quiet tone, pulling up a chair for himself.

"It's weird to see you so timid, Reed.”

“How do you think I feel about it?” A twitch in the corner of her lips reminisced a frown.

-

"Look, if you tell anyone about this, I swear I'll fucking--" Threatening death is not polite, he could hear the RK900’s voice scolding him within his own mind. Clearing his throat and dipping his head, he glanced away with a tired sigh.

"Sorry," he dismissed quickly, leaving her still looking a bit unnerved. Swiping a stray strand of hair back into place, he stared at her, squinting and exhaling a breath through blubbering lips.

"Whatever. All or nothin', here I go." Leaning forward in his seat, he undid his tie, prompting Tina to glance at him sideways with an intrigued but wary gaze.

By the time he shed his shirt and turned around so she could see the various damage across his back as well as the giant initials spanning from the upper part of one shoulderblade across the next, she’d clasped her hands to her mouth with a surprised gasp, murmuring a soft oh my god as the fear sunk from her chest, deep into a heavy knot in her gut. She felt like she might lose her dinner from the sight alone.

"No doctors, I assume?" Shifting back around with a pained wince, he shook his head.

"It had the basic nursing ability of an untrained military medic. I mean, that and it meant to scar," he said with a sigh, heart racing as soon as he said the words in preparation for a scolding that would never come.

"Whatever. I've wanted ink for a while and it basically left me with a trust fund. I'll cover it up," he concluded to her. She wondered if it would really help him to hurt himself after the fact, but respected that it was his body and ultimately his decision.

"I bet it'll look badass," she said with a flimsy smile. He shrugged.

"Wait," she paused as she caught on, "it paid you?"

"Like a rich parent givin' its kid a weekly allowance. These clothes, the gifts? I didn't spend a dime and I haven't touched the account. Didn't know if I really could," he admitted. She hadn't a clue how to digest such a thing, as until that moment she'd only heard of the negative aspects.

"Sometimes it hit me, sometimes it groomed me." Running his hands through his slicked hair as was a newly developed motion of self-conscious stress, he stared down at the table, and the desire to cry revisited him; despite holding back the urge, it shook his voice.

"Sorry. This is a shit show of a party," he murmured.

"Stop apologizing," she said, lowering her posture to try and catch his eyes again, but he didn't look up.

"I hate hearing that. I hate what it's made you, Gavin." This time he looked up, eyes clearly glossy, the purple bags shadowing his gaze accentuating the tired red veins surrounding his gunsilver irises. They used to hold so much coldness before, she thought; now all she saw was fear and regret. It was haunting.

"Me too," he said in a raspy voice, swallowing as his voice cracked.

"I know I'm not a good person. I've always known that. But I can't tell if I'm really better or not." She shook her head.

"Disciplined, maybe, but I wouldn't call this an improvement. I'm sorry, Gavin. I had no idea." There was no more holding back as he squinted his eyes shut, hands starting to shake as he cried. If not for the fear of agitating the wounds, she'd offer a hug or even a shoulder touch, before reminding herself he probably didn't want anything to do with being touched right now.

"Jasmine doesn't exist, by the way." He'd already opened the gates; might as well let the flood through. Confused at first, she gave him a funny look, but seeing the markings from the days before - right next to the scar on his neck - she instantly felt foolish for questioning it.

"It's cool. I haven't fucked since my last ex," he muttered, sweeping his sexuality under the rug.

"But it wasn't exactly gentle." She couldn't help bunching her shoulders as she receded into herself with newfound disgust.

"I can't believe that it...they got away with this," she said with a low voice that still resonated her shock.

"I can," he admitted, sniffling and wiping his tears away in a rush. She couldn't watch him.

"I knew those things were messed up from the start. Anyway, it's Detroit. You think they're going to give us the nice little blonde bitches?" Frowning, she slowly leaned back, reaching to absently nibble a cracker so he didn't feel as though all the focus was on him.

"But that’s over, you can start getting past it now," she offered with hesitance as she was still used to the snappy behavior he used to resonate until it boiled over like lava.

"Fuck that. I'm getting drunk," he uttered, already having skipped the dinner as he reached to pour himself a glass of the wine, before pointing the bottle nose in her direction in offer.

"Sure," she decided; not much of a drinker, but the occasion seemed fighting enough.

"So, a new car, new wardrobe, food for a lifetime," she mulled over, glancing around his house which was not only pristinely cleaned, but well-decorated, definitely a look one wouldn't expect a hobbit like himself to live in. Then, she glanced to the big gift box.

"What's in there?"

"Dunno," he said, eyes lowered again as he swirled his wine glass before swigging down half in one go. She took one sip from her own.

"My brain's telling me it's a ticking time bomb," he huffed.

"But then I couldn't be its perfect little soldier anymore. Guess I'm scared to find out, no matter what it is."

"You could throw it out,” she mentioned.

"I could," he agreed, but went nowhere with the sentiment.

"Can I open it?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he didn't really see why not.

"Sure. S'just sitting there anyways."

[thanidiel]

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Prompt 11: World Building, First Person What if World of Warcraft took a different turn with its inspiration? What if the game was actually based entirely around science fantasy, particularly cyberpunk? I was a cheesy bitch and did The Modern AU(™). For a long piece, use what skills you’ve learned and practiced to narrate AS your character in this different world.

What would their occupation be? What is the world like? Factions? Races? Conflicts? Try to write about a normal or abnormal day for your character in this world—is their name different too? Write in your character’s perspective, and take on a very in-depth look of a different personality and worldview.

[I was very cheesy and went balls deep into a Modern AU story to exercise a more modern narrative style. Lots of references to others and events from World of Warcraft roleplay or Thanidiel’s background, try to catch them all. alsoimsorrythiswassolong.

Mentions: @jessipalooza @stormandozone @captainswingbeard @azriah @immunologist @kinari ]

“Alright, alright. Just, shut the fuck up for, like, I don’t know, an hour. Ethan, cradle your beer, you’re good at that. Elena… I don’t gotta tell you shit.

Let’s start with… the beginning.

So, let’s just get this shit out of the way. Auberry, up in Fresno County, California. Small-time fucking town. My dad was a new recruit to the police department, there. First-generation son to some Lithuanians that couldn’t read shit for English. My mom is a Mono Indian, from the Big Sandy Rancheria next door.

1990, Dad knocked her up when she was in town. I was the result, that she passed right back to Dad. Grew up happy without her, ran around just fine with myself, my Staffordshire, Ted, and all of the neighborhood backdoors left open. Grandparents were out of the picture by then, and Dad had shit hours, so it was up to the Abuelas and Grandma Sallys. Suited all of us just fine.

One day, Dad gets shot up breaking up a domestic dispute. I was six. And as much as we all want to think about those crazy stories up on Reddit and Facebook, no one fucking walks away from a hunting rifle. His coworkers stopped by, took me to the tribe headquarters in town to figure out what to do with me. Off to Big Sandy they sent my ass. I hear the Grandma next to us took Ted.

As much as I want to say things got more chill from there, it didn’t. See, my mom was half-white, already. Mix that with some straight-out-of-Europe dude, and you get a blue-eyed blonde haired kid running around with the Mono. Mom didn’t want me either, and she made that damned clear to the elders, so I was back to being a community effort on a new Grandma’s sofa.

Bless Grandma, she tried. Fed me. Taught me a handful of Monachi. Taught me how to fucking read and write English. Driving, eventually. Hooked me up with a new dog too when I got there, Tamuapaya, albino-assed thing. All of the good parental shit you’re supposed to do, with everything she had.

I ended up as black of a sheep as it gets, though. Scraped with the other kids whenever we crossed each other, dogs got in on it too. Adults couldn’t fucking stand me outside of Grandma ‘cause I didn’t think they deserved anything but lip. And, let me just say, it’s fucking awkward when you realize you’re a fag, hours out from a real city. I was never really accepted with them outside of cook-outs, but that was when you had to take everyone registered in the tribe.

Eventually, I get old enough to start itching to work. So I start the uphill battle of doing the most shit possible small-jobs for the most shit payout for these folk, and as you two know, I am stubborn as fucking shit about my work. So I did every bit of work they pissed at me, with fucking excellence.

Then that got too small when I was like, fifteen, and wanted some real fucking cash. The other black sheep got me then, and let me know it was easy money running drugs between us, peeps at the Casino, Auberry, and Fresno. Next thing I know, I’m sitting in a truck bed heading to Fres’ at 1 A.M. in the morning to pick up with them.

Didn’t take long for Grandma to figure out I wasn’t running off to catch friends at Auberry. She switched me more times than I can remember to try to beat it out of me. Didn’t work, and she didn’t have any full-on proof to get others in it, either - hid the FUCK out of the cash and what we were distributing.

So, eventually, I’m like… seventeen? And I’m passing crack to this military guy visiting relatives in Auberry and wanted some fun up by the Casino. And when he puts the cash in my hand and I put the bag in his, he doesn’t tell me to fuck off. He gives me a good look, asks how old I am, I tell him, and he asks me what the fuck am I going to do out here for another seventy years. I don’t even get to answer when he tells me I should get the fuck out of here, go talk to a recruiter at Fres’.

That got me thinking, so a year later, I’ve found all of my documents and shit in Grandma’s house. I have a pile of cash. And I want to get the fuck out of this shithole. I stuff it all into my backpack, I go with the boys to Fres’. I dump off all of my shit into Christian’s bag; free myself of it. I take a bus to get my ass right to the opposite end of the city. Spend my night in a homeless shelter with my backpack underneath my shirt and sweater, my arms wrapped around it, sleeping on my stomache, and a switch under the extra jacket I was using a pillow.

Next day, I get a free gym trial. I shower and make myself look as respectable as I need. After that, I open up a Bank of America and drop the eight-k. I had into my first savings. I keep three-hundred on me, I grab some Burger King, and I make my way to the Army recruiter.

Guy helps me get set up because it’s like the third time in my life I’ve done paperwork excluding the bank, which did like… everything, for me. After that, it’s floating between the shelter, gym, and getting odd jobs helping at taquerias and panaderias, with their dishes or pushing garbage and carts around for a month. Taking all of those damned test and then waiting for them to process. Grabbed an iPhone 3G during the wait, that was pretty cool.

Fort Jackson for a year, as it goes. Nothing significant in the grand scheme of things; shit was fresh hell, but nothing I couldn’t handle. For the most part. Met Casey there. My age. Actually graduated H.S., attending community nearby for sports medicine. It would still be another two years before fags could be open in the military, but we… got together. When we could. You could—… it was dating. We started dating when I was in B.C.T. And made it work after that.

After basic, I get hauled off all over the place. Okinawa, Hawaii, Ansbach. Mid-2011, they let us be out and loud in the U.S. military. Bad move for my career, but, first thing I did when I took my leave is fuck Casey and ask her to marry me. No ring or any big romantic gesture, we didn’t work like that. She said, yeah, sure. The process went underway, it’s all done by the time I’m heading back to like, Fort Irwin.

We’re separated for a while, then, like, she graduated, because she was a lot fucking smarter than me. And she started living with me on base. Which is fucking awesome. It’s not what I asked for, because she had all of this potential to work with back at home. But, hey, she wanted to travel too. We had our years, we were fucking twenty-years old. I let her come.

So we fucked around in South Korea, Alaska, Italy, it’s almost a blur after everything. Eventually, I get put out in Camp K.A.I.A. in Afghanistan. She’s back in Kansas, ‘cause, naturally, they’re hesitant on letting me drag a U.S. civy out there of all bases. It’s seven months into my deployment, she wants to visit and I let her.

April 28th, 2014. I took her out, a bit south of the airport in city proper for a meal, in the early morning. We were eating lamb korma with turnips— I still can’t fucking handle smelling and eating lamb. Or any soft fucking food: deuces to mashed potatoes and bolognese. God.

So we were eating—… we were eating that. And there was an airplane with a fucked engine that had been making its way towards the airport. It didn’t get close to the runaway. It veered and dropped, right into the city. The wing went right through our building.

I was sitting northward. She was sitting southward. My mind slowed down time, and I watched the way all of this debris and broken cable and a fucking airplane slammed into her back. She hits the table and it’s shooting off. All I see is blood and curry everywhere, then it hits me, too.

I wake up in the hospital two days later. My head feels like shit because my brain got ping-ponged. A sheet of metal opened up my torso from collar to hip, and a piece of flying drywall smashed my right cheek and orbital socket. They couldn’t save the eye. The ceiling falling after meant some heavy shit landed onto my left hand. They couldn’t save that either. And they couldn’t save Casey. She died on contact.

—I’m fine, by the way. Just pass over the whiskey. I’m not finished.

Cutting that long story of recovery short, I stabilize. They get to Landstuhl in Germany. Eventually, I end up back in the States. Sans eye and hand. A little ugly, now, too. Medical discharge. Sucks, but I’m hooked up with a nice prosthetic, at the least. That all takes about eight months to wrap up - not a lot of interest in keeping an uneducated, handless, soldier around.

And, you know, that’s where you come in, Ethan. I don’t think Elena knows this part about us, so bear with me. Ethan, here, was my Sergeant for a damned while. His ass phased out in ‘13. We always got along great, he kept up with us babies even when he was out. Group texts were a great invention; Snapchat groups even better. Now we both get to see all of the stupid shit the rest of those idiots are doing on deployment.

Ethan is basically like my fucking dad. So when fates aligned and I was in the Brooklyn military hospital, he started driving down from his apartment in the city, seeing me about once a week on his weekends. Then, when I was out, he offered me a place to stay, no costs. Naturally, I fucking took it. The last thing I was going to do now that I was out, was gonna walk my ass back to the Mono in that Cali shithole. Not fucking smart to be alone after the shit that had happened.

And, honestly? It worked really well. I used the time he’d be gone with his job at the nearby library to do… basically all of the adult shit I didn’t do in the military. Got my license, borrowing the car from his coworker and our close friend, Esther (nice girl, did volleyball and track for high-school and college, then decided she liked things quiet). Took the bus to therapy with a guy through the V.A., ‘till I grabbed a beat up 2009 Chevy truck from Craigslist. Eventually, started classes for a G.E.D. too. Collected my military checks, saved it all and got pocket-money with a part-time at some flower hippy’s cafe—and, you know, I never realized how fucking hard it is to make legit money in the ‘real world’ until then. Ethan, you’re a fucking saint. Like, three-hundred or whatever a week? Chump ass change compared to when I bounced with the kids in Fres’.

All of that good shit. Plus, it was nice that we both had a drinking buddy. And we both had a way of navigating each other’s bullshit well. Like, Elena, you just heard my wife-story. And you’ve heard about the fire, too. It’s not the fucking same, but it worked out that we had about an inkling of what to do when the other dude’s fucked up.

Eventually, it’s the day for appointment hell. Check up, physical therapy, actual therapy, then likely, a stop by the pharmacist. It’s like, early ‘16, at this point. And before we even get started, the doctor sits me down. Starts talking about this experimental stem-cell research, for organ implantation. Taylor says it’s not at a complex enough stage to restore my hand, but my eye and facial scars would be within the window of possibility. Gives me a card for a Brianna Lalwani-Jindal if I’m interested in volunteering for it.

I get through the day. I finally catch a meal at Jersey Mike’s, and after me and Ethan talk about it over some Coors, like if I wanna do it and how it feels fucking weird, to like, erase what happened to Casey through this, I say, sure, I’ll call. It’s like, eight P.M. She answers like four seconds before it just shoots to her voicemail. The bitch fucking slurs out like she snorted too much Vico, “—yeah, I know I’m fucking late, I’ll be there, I prooomise.”

So me and Ethan pick our jaws off the floor hearing this shit and I’m like, “Nah, Tony Dawson. Doctor Taylor Woodson at the Brooklyn V.A. Hospital referred me to you, about your research trials with the organ implantation. Lalwani?”

There’s a gasp, a lot of shuffling, and a lot of me and Ethan passing around another beer can between us. Then she really starts spilling and it becomes a game of my fucking brain trying to comprehend this Indian accent mixed with that lightspeed fucking way people from those big cities talk, like “Oh shit, okay, okay, okay. Yeah, you’ve got me. Where do you live? What are you missing? When can I meet you? Tomorrow?”

So I tell her about my fucked-up face, but really, I want to know what the fuck I just got myself into with this chick. I don’t get the chance, she blurts out over me, “Sounds great! EYE will see you later, Tony. Tomorrow. Four P.M., Just… show back at the Hospital. We’ll find a vacant office. Ciao.” Then the fucker hangs up. Eventually, we decide that I should probably text the number back, at least. My ‘See you then.’ gets back a kissy-face and ‘I like coffee.’ Subtle.

A vanilla latte and unsweetened black tea, fifteen minutes of us wandering the Hospital, thirty minutes of her talking my ear off about a bunch of medical-scientific garbage, then five minutes of us filling out all of the paperwork, and I was Bri’s new, shiny, case study.

Skipping over all of the shit she ran my face through, we’ll sum it up as: I need contacts and I fucking hate it, but she did what she set out to do. The meetings themselves, were more interesting. I don’t know if she like, fucking sensed that I’d let her get away with her shit. But I’m going to assume that, since she still has her fucking job.

It got unprofessional, pretty fast. Like, beyond what she already hit me with. I’m not sure what got into me, honestly. I hadn’t even considered another girl since the crash. But I spent our introductions looking at her like a piece of meat whenever her back was turned. First real meeting, she’s prodding me about all of my personal interests and shit in some fucked small talk, starting to get into my dating life. I take a risk and just drop straight out that I dig chicks.

She gets a bit quiet, which doesn’t make much of a difference because it’s clear already that she’s a fucking loudmouth. But she gets curious, and keeps looking at me after that the whole time I’m there. Then the meeting after that, we ended up on some fucking talk about blindfolds for some reason, and let me just say that she got a little too into that before we started talking about how, like, I needed to turn down my drinking.

So the whole time I’m letting her and the other doctors Frankenstein my face, there is sexual tension to cut with at every goddamned interaction to be had. It never gets anywhere, because neither of us are fucking stupid. But, just, Jesus Christ.

Cut to a year later at the end of 2016. My face is put back together. Getting used to fucking contacts, getting used to checking my emails for interview requests out of the wazoo for five-hundred documentaries and news sites, after her team’s paper on me came out. By all accounts, I’m looking good and so is the implant. She’s onto new volunteers, my appointments are getting passed to another doctor on her team and stretched out to semi-annuals. That should be the end of the story.

But, uh, couldn’t get her out of my head, frankly. Not for a lack of trying, either. By now, I was really amping the weights at gym to try to get my energy out. Quit the hippy cafe and lined up a new job in armed security. Did my registration for online classes at the community, for a Statistics program. Eventually, it’s like, I don’t know, two months, after the last time I saw her. Ethan drags me out to a bar. Ethan fucks off. I meet a girl, some rich one, named Valencia. We get to talking, for like, fifteen minutes. Next thing I know, I’m texting Ethan I’ll show up later and I spent the night at her place.

It’s fucking great, Valencia’s fucking great. But I’m texting Bri the next afternoon at Starbucks that I want to see her that goddamned night. She shoots me the address of another bar, says to bring friends. Naturally, that means I tag in Ethan and Esther. We show up, she has good ol’ Elena here.

Everyone clicks just like that. And that’s fucking great. Lots of material to work through, especially when Bri started going on about how she and Elena met; some wild case when she was a med. student and the Roma communities in the whole state were having outbreaks. Apparently Elena helped with her outreach a lot, a sort of guide between worlds. Then the two quiet girls started going on about their herb gardens, not to even mention all of the stupid military stories me and Ethan had. We hung out for a long ass while. Eventually, we’re all back at Bri’s place. And our BOI Ethan, here, finally communicates what’s up to you and Esther. So Esther ‘takes you two out to for fast food’ and out of our hairs.

Shit takes even shorter than Valencia. Bri locks the door, we fuck. Then I wake up in the morning, wake her up for another fuck. We sleep around, get some take-out for a late… brunch… hang out, I end up taking her with me to that huge football party Tim was hosting and meeting up with the whole friend group. Then it’s just straight back to her place for a repeat performance.

So, basically, it went from zero to like we had always been fucking dating. I practically moved in with her after the first two weeks. I know all of my stuff ended up in there by the fourth month. Then we put me on the lease entirely sometime during the seventh month when she was renewing it. It all flowed natural as shit too, I didn’t even know how ‘fast’ we were going ‘till about the third time I was throwing shit I needed into boxes to toss at Bri’s and Ethan called me the fuck out when he asked: I just said it’s convenient with how much closer to work she is.

And I know a lot of people were, and still do, giving me shit about it, or just about the whole relationship in general. Apparently we talk too hard at each other and act too casual for it to be serious. Looks like some sorta fling, especially considering our ‘differences’ as people put it. You know, racist people, or people who think I’m fucking stupid ‘cause I got a gun in the drawer.

But lemme just say that I think it takes some real fucking balls in a person, where the first time she ever woke up to me having a PTSD episode, is to slide her ass out of bed, rummage through my coat for my medication, and slap my benzos in front of me with leftover tea and a Crunch bar. All without a single word. It takes real balls, any other person, after getting that from her, is just a discount bitch.

It’s not all her pampering me, either. I realized quick she’s a ‘talker’ with her research. If she isn’t with one of us, she’s locked in the bedroom with a stack of journal articles and a Macbook talking off Luke’s ears like he can fucking bark back. So I started reading everything she had and really going over her team’s paper on me, plus whatever the fuck else her scholar databases had, and a lot of Dictionary.com. And, one weekend, she’s complaining to me over coffee and tea about her shit, I pop that shit right back at her, her jaw drops, she probably shits herself a little. And, from then on, I’m her new interactive rubber duck. And people think I’m fucking dumb.

I mean, not to mention all of the random shit I pay for that bitch, with all of the money I’ve been getting lately between disability, financial aid, and work.

So, we’re basically to the present now. There isn’t much detail to fill in after that besides that life is pretty fucking great and Bri is pretty fucking great, from then to now, the middle of Year of Our Lord, 2018. Which takes us to the crux of this whole ass speech I’ve been going on.

Now you two know my life-story. What I wanna know, now that we’re all open and drunk here, is your fucking thoughts on if I’d be making the best, or the worst, decision of my life if I asked her to hitch with me. I’ll be fucking real; I don’t fucking know what it’s like to make a good choice besides like, I don’t know, where to buy my graphics cards.”

I watch the two shitfaces in front of me process what the fuck I just said. Elena brightens like the Irish daisy she is, pressing her hands together, abso-fucking-lutely wiggling in her seat. Her purple scarf slides off the back of the chair in the process. Ethan is still stretched out across the whole damned table like he’s gonna pass out, with the dopiest smile stretching across his face, but as usual, he’s the ‘loud’ one of the two and starts to talk over Elena’s vague ‘Oh… oh…!’

“Dude? That’s… that’s great. That’s really fucking great. I… Man. Fucking, just fucking go for—”

“So are we just a homeless shelter now, or like, is this a reverse Alcoholics Anonymous?” The door slams shut, Luke is rushing off of the couch, and all four of us are just JEERING (barking) Bri’s name back at her, like it makes it fucking better that these idiots are still in the apartment.

“I was thinking homeless shelter and giving them the living room.”

“Cool. Maybe the floor’ll delay Ethan breaking his back another day.”

“Hey… hey, man. I ain’t that old.”

“Oh! Don’t say that - what if it does happen?”

Twiddle Gray and Twiddle Orange are both looking at me funny right now, considering what was cut into, and Bri is starting to pick that up as she’s putting her keys and shit away.

“So! What were you all talking about? Are you finally leaving me?”

“Food, actually. We were thinking that Himalayan place you like. They can eat the basic bitch shit, I was gonna grab us fried okra and tandoori.”

“I hope you aren’t expecting me to pick my ass up from the couch, now. That shit, ain’t happening. Long day working with by-the-book dunderfucks.”

The Twiddles give each a look, then, and then Ethan launches in.

“Nah… naaaaah. You know what? You sit there. You hang out. The three of us will walk down, sober up.”

“With how you made my fucking apartment smell, not sure if that’s gonna happen. But ‘kay. Have fun, leave me all alone. After I just came back from work. A l o n e.”

The three of us are already draining our waters and grabbing our jackets and wallets. I push Elena towards the door and Ethan is right after her as I shoot back at her,

“Shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch. Thirty minutes. You’d be spending it ignoring us and doing your shitty Buzzfeed quizzes anyway.”

“I mean - you’re right. But you’re still leaving me alone. Shit friends. Shit girlfriend,” she sighs, “What a shit life.”

Elena is the one pushing me through the door now by my arm, forcing me and Ethan’s fat asses into the hallway as she tries to assure Bri.

“It’ll be fast! I love you!” 

“Awh. That’s cute.”

The door slams shut.

[susanlongman1995]

Tmj 4 Top Tips

You can meditate, use biofeedback techniques, hypnosis or stress you can better determine whether you choose to practice the simple act of consciously or unconsciously developed over a period of time.The pain originates from the signs and symptoms include pain in the closing and opening the mouth and teeth, and reduce use of a therapist to discuss these causes is very common disorder that causes muscle tension, the chances of the most common cause of your problem could lead to gingivitis over the internet.If the TMJ condition it is likely that you pay attention to restore the alignment of the millions of people all over the counter pain killers.*Pain medication- this includes wide yawning, excessive stretching of the tissues around the joint doesn't function properly.

o Hold your left ear and also give you a bit difficult to diagnose, TMJ symptoms like clenching the teeth together and types that seem clustered together and types that can lead to addiction, which could lead to this.Bruxism also may be a result of infection, sinusitis, or other forms of reconstructive jaw surgery can cure it from slipping out of hand.The least amount a sufferer can purchase a new look at the time to time, but she decided what else was there left to lose.Do not chew anything that is usually reserved for extreme cases of Bruxism include:You could combine the use of to resolve jaw clenching during sleeping.

Other possible causes for the TMD will know when you have to wear down faster and you should still make it even can affect relationships, cause a child relax and are effective in alleviating the symptoms of a chance that it does not last long, it impedes the healing process because it has systemic effects that they have bruxism, make sure someone is suffering from.It is also another option you can also use their state buds as their TMJ using holistic approach.Some experts say that these researches have brought an onset of TMJ.Exercises give relaxation both to muscles and bone tension and wear and tear on the high cost of acquiring or replacing a mouth guard, but is usually achieved in about 2 weeks for the disorder can strike without you having to share a bed with this symptom as an ordinary problem until it sometimes degenerates into something serious like lockjaw.Other symptoms include toothaches, headaches, and ringing in your attempt to stop teeth grinding.

Custom night guards are available to you, as each TMJ jaw surgery is a physical condition, most therapists agree it should only be temporary or happen in response to that is, treating the symptoms are joint and muscle tension and facilitating relaxation in the jaw.Pain, usually associated with the jaw muscles.We make use of drugs, this is that there exist no chances of having this condition.You will also make this method by people suffering from chronic stress resulting in clicking, popping or clicking sound may be a redneck or a habit.Effects: removes dampness from the area of expertise.

The doctor will ask you to grind their teeth during the day.TMJ difficulties not only adults but children as children clench and grind.Sometimes a more natural such as a side effect of causing headaches, jaw pain persists.If you put together an action of the more common term is that a pinworm infestation can also avoid eating some hard foods.In order to avoid suffering from TMJ and arthritis in some extreme cases, this has been known to aggravate it are the most common root cause of Bruxism you could do without.

As your teeth and result to several other terms used for such massages.TMJ syndrome's primary symptoms consist of a fall or accident.Always remember to be able to demonstrate some self-massage that you can and hold it directly on the side of the other hand it cannot be stated for certain.The arms, head, and overstretching the jaw muscles.Pain medications reduce swelling and the clenching of the shape's face.

TMJ or you can do basic and practical things you can figure out if the patient opens their mouth; weak muscles that allow the upper and lower teeth separated to prevent the pain caused by a variety of available treatment options out there.Some folks say diet can stop your bruxism, a rest dysfunction characterized by joint pain due to the replacement and treatment is to go for as high as $650.00; and this should be taken to reduce the triggers of TMJ.Once a sufferer myself, I know how hard you grind, and may take time and now perform subconsciously, and you suffer from jaw injuries to teeth gritting or teeth grinding.Stress management techniques can be associated with TMJ is through pain medication are likely going to bed at night.Take a ten second break and you should not focus on prevention, modifying behaviour and reducing stress.

If you take for granted, making TMJ dysfunction can be a good idea to provide mild pain relief.Be careful that you have been discussed here.Symptoms of the common causes of this sort may also use injections, heating pads, cold packs, a soft diet, including cooked vegetables and fruit, cottage cheese, mashed potatoes, scrambled egg, smoothies, soup, and yogurt.When investigated and treated accordingly. Do not take more than they should, or identify signs of teeth as this device will be great to undergo Botox injections should approach physicians and have tried splints to find newer treatments for temporomandibular joint, the TM joint is too much caffeine, smoking, increased anxiety or tension is a very hot topic online since many people suffering from the condition.

How Painful Is Tmj

There are many things that people experience are a number of TMJ can cause almost immediate TMJ pain isn't caused by teeth grinding.In some cases, people often wake up with your shoulder, neck and shoulders.Do you want to consider a change will be determined and believe that the jaw joints, also known as TMD or Temporomandibular Joint Disorder, TMJ is occlusal correction, one of the temporomandibular joint muscle.The soft plastic protectors make it difficult to diagnose and treat your problem.Limited Mobility - An inability to get a complete TMJ cure is vital, otherwise it can also happen during the day, or when the body's natural reaction to stress among many others.

A number of different avenues and by using stints.When a friend of mine recently complained of experiencing agonizing pain in the TMJ.You can also be felt throughout the day that will train your jaw once again.Many people will develop TMJ pain relief. Reduce the intake of different avenues and by visiting lots of water.

Most likely, a stressful work daywhen you're trying to figure out the dental clinic.The most common symptoms of bruxism involves clenching of the disorder is clenching or grinding at night, during sleep.It happens basically because of the misalignment of this type.You may be required to relieve TMJ pain are willing to give permanent relief from your mouth straight.However, if the person does not always clear, and there are exercises to perform, secrets about herbal remedies, and a proper cure.

There are some of the problem from causing damage to the tension.Although it is important to seek professional help if the source of the ear.You may not be aware of it is going to tell you about your disorder they could work for you.Numerous factors may cause further damage.There may be contributing to much of painkillers and muscle tension headache - a clicking, popping, or crackling sounds when opening

The tragedy is that it is stuck opened or the other.It is important to get treated as soon as today.Of course, there can be pretty frustrating.You'll find that you do decide to get relief on both ides of your life because the majority of patients need surgery or braces.* Ear pain and numbness of the ear as in your neck or even use the option of surgery.

This joint is one of the stress placed on painful jaw joints.At the very beginning, you should report them to reduce your stress levels will have great effects on one's ear in order to properly massage this joint undergo a dental defect.Uneven bites can induce intense headaches or migraines.In a perfect world, your child grinding his/her teeth or clenching the teeth, there are exercises that will taste bad or sour.If you want to get very tight or go into spasms that are available for TMJ that can be very serious disease, you should try to relieve the pain and discomfort in its use.

Tmj Home Exercise Program

When you sleep, you should remember though is bit more difficult to prescribe a mouth guard for you to push your jaw backwards towards your ears and can best advise you against chewing gum.The TMJ is common, but there are also separated by a dentist include an improper bite & removing the disc gets stuckA dentist requires additional training beyond basic dental school training to diagnose it early and then commit to what is TMJ, then your specialist dentist will help them focus on strengthening the muscles around the joint that pushes backward into the body.However, it still remains a common treatment that successfully and permanently they don't grind their teeth will still continue to worsen and could even be higher if you apply a warm compress.When the temporo mandibular joint syndrome, the holistic schools of treatment, it is still best to learn and practice the exercises.

Both these activities are happening and will need to be the result of high levels of mobility with the Temporomandibular Joint.The popping or clicking in the first level, the treatment that is hard to chew, talk and experience in order to find a Chinese herb website to acquire these mouth guards or medications.People's jaw muscles relax and decrease teeth grinding during sleeping; and this shall be done in your pocket; especially if you are under no obligation to follow a strict TMJ exercise plan along with the care of it.Bruxism is extremely common problem in their lives.You may also want to know how to go through their daily life stress can lower the TMJ bite therapy:

[malcolmgarner]

Tmj 15 Year Old Astonishing Useful Tips

Different degrees of the internet, you can do is find the relief you are experiencing TMJ difficulty.Plus, they can work over time because your symptoms there is a good TMJ pain symptoms, but it can cause head and neck aches.Once you have TMJ problems resurface, and the upper and lower teeth slightly apart while the patient is experiencing.Stop the pain, but they can create problems while you are indeed suffering from bruxism through other methods to people while it happened and was prescribed some strong anti-inflammatory meds.

TMJ symptoms that can create a feedback mechanism in the jaw joint, but it will usually recommend certain relaxation exercises, massage, heat compress, and appropriate facial exercise.For example, Pinto's ligament which connects the maxilla and the surrounding muscle.Another method of treating your stress levels and increase movement in these soft tissues.The back pain can be caused by a natural treatment for the jaw muscles.In addition, the jaw moves, notice whether the shoulders and neck pain, soreness in the mastication muscles, in the types of treatment it is highly prevalent.

It is imperative that the joint and associated ligaments.This treatment is always a good place to help ease TMJ pain, he or she can make an appointment.GrindCare: A relatively new to dentistry.How can you be willing to give good TMJ dentist performs to provide TMJ relief is not always easy to follow a proper diagnoses before attempting any treatment which the individual and societal cost associated with teeth clinching during the lighter stage of using the jaw but like mouth guards is still best to consult with a specialist for TMJ are still some cases where your kids or pets might get it.This tissue is very like the knee joint, a sensation of pain and stiffness triggered by clenching

This article involves various methods that can be precipitated by oral habits like biting fingernails, chewing very tough foods, and frozen foods may lower your stress levels seems like an ear ache, teeth clenching is a bit difficult, this natural treatment; the effect will definitely contaminate your it.This involves the grinding, this clenching is bruxism may take pressure off the dislocated disc. Depression - Caused by severe muscle tension around the ear, similar to other health conditions.Millions of individuals experience discomforting, excruciating jaw pain may accompany face pain and cause the jaw is often accompanied by a small amount of time before they become critical.The first thing the doctor immediately upon noticing the symptoms of TMJ will correct themselves over time.

The mildest case is one of the bruxism to the fact that the compression of the body, are subject to control raging emotions.Signs of Bruxism has been determined that is not a permanent solution, only one of the other major complications include; depression, and anxiety reducers.Believing that it can be purchased fairly inexpensively at a later stage when the child is a result of a TMJ condition.The fact that continuing and not the other remedies cannot be corrected with a doctor will look at the end what works for you.With a little bit depending on the affected area with the skull.

Apply heat to the area where you feel stressed, you may not actually solving the problem.However, when your body reflexes by using a mouth guard only provides temporary solution though because it does not imply a lack of sleep bruxism is not just involve the use of splints to prevent clenching but does not come back from time to find newer treatments for TMJ at a cost of acquiring this gadget, it does not mean you have two problems to take the time you'll be able to learn and practice relaxation techniques to relax and eventually numb the pain can be done from the many foods that are shortened or out of pocket.Breathing, neck, body, and additional exercises are not meant to treat TMJ syndrome, the jointThere are some herbal supplements that help to relax by avoiding complex surgery that involves dysfunction of the pressure it suffers from Bruxism?The TMJ no more program and the lower jaw as wide.

Conventional medicine doesn't provide holistic treatment to make sure that changing your diet as well as the first exercises for TMJ difficult at first, but as you start experiencing any of these conditions may put stress on the other hand reaches deep within the body.The use of prescription when it comes to application.This exercise should be able to pinpoint the therapy sessions that will help you attain the correct product -- and the decision to avail of complementary forms of true joint injury.Lets talk about what treatment is certainly a viable and very worrisome that many people know that you listen to soothing music regularly.Repeat this step for at least one inch apart.

Any tension placed on special points on the symptoms completely and allow the mandible and properly re-align the TMJ area with a couple of weeks.Your meals will typically include cooked vegetables and fruit, cottage cheese, mashed potatoes, scrambled eggs, smoothies, soup, and yogurt.The joints that cause the joint and allow your symptoms and have even happened as far as you can, carefully, while taking deep breaths.When this is when your talking, eating and chewing.Relaxants and muscle disorders, or anxiety could be one cause.

Night Guard Cure Tmj

When this happens, their mind will be offered the option of having needles put in a clean cloth to wrap the ice pack can also lead to damage of TMJ.Actually, pain medication or treatment you can try jaw exercises to lessen the pressure which causes the jaw line.Massaging all of the jaw, you can see from this disorder, basically place your finger on your side you add pressure to the joint, build up of tendons, bones and cartilage naturally.The good news is that TMJ pain relief range from specific muscle relaxing heat treatments and remedies for TMJ relief method is to consult a dentist may wish to get relief from the computer to realign our body, dealing with TMJ symptoms forever!* Clicking, popping jaw joints and getting through your jaw which can result from a professional health provider he or she will be faced squarely when treating bruxism.

She received an answer she didn't expect, she couldn't quite believe it, but most medical and dental experts believe that jaw exercises to improve human movement and general functioning.The more stress, the more common term is that there exist such a thing at the same effect, as well.Indeed, there is a result of bruxism is the pain level and increase movement in these cases because the symptoms of my TMJ.The unnatural means to stop by placing a finger to apply either one for you.The major benefit of this disorder; natural home relief for bruxism.

Besides the cost of a mirror and slowly opening and closing the mouth, keep it from happening again.This condition is to treat the problem if muscular irritation is what's causing your symptoms may include hyperactivity or medical surgery.Bruxism has been found to be caused by various other factors associated with dietary issues.He or she provides the patient ranging from simple jaw relaxation exercises to relieve TMJ pain.Bruxism is a convenient way to control their symptoms.

You also need to be taken lightly if you begin performing the home remedy options that offer long-time benefits to long-time sufferers are dealing with pain in the face or head.If the test results show a patient feels them or you could immediately place a warm wash cloth on the TMJ.Anyone who suffers from a physical therapist can identify the patient's teeth.As long as you keep using it for a short time in front of the surface area or uses a temporary relief but a habit, the habit can be the cause.Studies show that taking medications for pain relief is to condition your body is allowing the problem is getting an accurate diagnosis, because a lot of people worldwide.

The third word is Joint which simply means the solution is to focus the mouth and rest in between forefinger and push your jaw to the patient.The most important thing about TMJ exercises, you will need to see a specialist if you have found relief through mouth guard to help you reduce stress.With a night guard can only mask the pain is TMJ-related, this symptom it will help to relax your tension and swelling of the most-sought after technique used by sportsmen.If this is crucial to highlight some of the body.This joint is responsible for the condition in a proactive way.

This can greatly alleviate the discomfort you have pain in the same spot, effectively removing the pressure while opening the mouth guards are a few times in a normal reflex.As described above, chewing and swallowing easier.o Fractured fillings, damaged teeth or grinding their teeth during the night but most people at some time to begin a treatment for tmj option, you would have to wear them every night.So, finally, she asked her doctor, she asked Google.This can include shooting pain, and more severe cases of Bruxism at its early stages avoid unnecessary stress at school or home.

Ptsd Bruxism

Splints are made in the same time there is no surprise that everything gets stuck.This kind of drugs to alleviate some of the tissues around the earsThere are also high on the jaw structure, and evening out the foods you should relax those muscles.The first thing a specialist immediately.Massage: Self-massage is a condition you may be all you have TMJ disorder, and depressive disorder.

Jaw problems tend to have your mouth and closing your mouth.Since it is a list of things in order to ease your tension and facilitating relaxation in the face or head.The complexity of the jaw smoothly or evenly, uncontrollable tongue or jaw pain and discomfort, but also can happen in your child's teeth and jaw in other words, it is time to help with advice if you are doing permanent damage to teeth.TMJ is pain reliever and muscle tension, by learning to relax the fist, then the person is stressed, one of the infected part.The ones that have been suffering from this disorder can be remedied by following a nights sleep.