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Such designs are being used for private purposes, apartments and houses, but they are China Wall Standing Bathroom Vanity Cabinets Factory also often installed in public places. It ensemble in rustic barn wood from Lexora provides a beautiful, contemporary style to any bathroom. If you have a large family, then a "double" plumbing fixture will be the solution to many problems. Separately, you can always order a mirror or even a medicine cabinet with lights. Over the years, we have been supplying the USA market with plumbing equipment and bathroom furniture from different manufacturers.New Bathroom Style furniture store proudly presents a new model of Lexora bathroom vanity brand – Lexora Ziva  Double bathroom vanity. 

There are different storage systems in the form of shelves, drawers, metal nets, etc. The model bathroom vanity Ziva also comes in different sizes from 30 to 84 Inches and other finishes to fit into any size bathroom and blends with any style. It affects not only the perception of the interior, but also bears practical benefits.If your bathroom is spacious enough, then you can undoubtedly put a double bathroom vanity with a sink in it. The bathroom cabinet has 8-stage painting and finishing process, each finish is primed and sealed for superior moisture resistanceThere are several main functions assigned to the bathroom vanity. And, of course, you will be pleased with the low prices for cabinets with a double sink from $ 1199. With solid birch and rubberwood construction, this piece is as durable as it is stunning.

 Our catalog contains all the necessary characteristics: material, type of product, the width of which can be found by going to the card of the proposed product. The cabinet doors and drawers feature soft-close hinges and slides to increase safety and ensure you never have to hear a slamming cabinet again. Its main purpose is to serve as a compact storage for various cosmetic, hygienic or cleaning products. Depending on the dimensions, the vanity can also be used to store towels, bathrobes or dirty laundry intended for washing.Do you know where to buy a vanity with a double sink for a bathroom in New York with delivery and assembly? Web store New Bathroom Style offers a large number of models that can be purchased online.

 Every vanity ensemble also includes a matching stone countertop, ceramic under-mount sink, and a mirror with a matching wood frame, you need to finish off your bathroom upgrade. Its advantages include:Ease of use;Hygiene by all family members;Possibility of organizing personal space. In addition, tastefully selected furniture can be a magnificent decoration of the interior. It can be white, barnwood, dark grey, black, pine, beige or walnut. With sleek, clean lines and a cool, neutral finish, this vanity’s beauty is only matched by its seamless functionality.Are you looking for a store where you can buy everything, you need to equip a bathroom? 

Then you came to the right place. In our store, you can choose the color scheme and the model of your future piece.Double sinks with a bathroom vanity benefit from the fact that they allow the possibility of using bathroom space by several people at the same time.A double bathroom vanity with sink embodies a new design solution. Sometimes it can be a kind of screen that hides some operating furniture for which is often difficult to find a place in a small apartment. In addition to the storage, a bathroom vanity helps to successfully hide all the nondescript communications and plumbing, the appearance of which can ruin any interior

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Led anti-fog round shaped mirror for bathroom

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Closet - Modern Closet

An illustration of a sizable, gender-neutral walk-in closet with shaker cabinets and dark wood cabinets.

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Closet - Modern Closet An illustration of a sizable, gender-neutral walk-in closet with shaker cabinets and dark wood cabinets.

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Closet - Modern Closet Large, minimalist walk-in closet image with shaker cabinets and dark wood cabinets that is gender-neutral

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Led light table mirror factory

#LED LIGHT TABLE MIRROR FACTORY SERIES#

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Lighting and other 3 series of hundreds of varieties Additional Information Payment Terms Our products cover commercial lighting, office lighting, home furnishing Q: How does your factory do regarding quality control?Ī: " Qu ality is priority", we have a strong development, proofing, production capacity,Ī: We mainly produce glass lamp, ceiling lamp, pendant lamp, floor lamp, mirror front Q: where is your factory located? How can I visit there?Ī: Our factory is located in Henglan Town, Zhongshan City, Guangdong province. Q: Are you a factory or trading company?Ī: We are a factory. Your inquiry will be reply as soon as possible, and OEM service is welcomed,ġ. Add: Building4, No.2 Lefeng Road, Henglan Town, Zhongshan City, Guangdong If you want to know more about our 6W Dressing Table Mirror Lights , please contact us:ģ. Shipping port: Zhongshan port, or according to your request. Delivery time:regularly 15 days after deposit received (negotiable).Ĥ. Payment: 30% T/T in advance, 70% Balance pay before delivery.ģ. Our products are exported to more than 10 countries around the world.Ģ. Main product line: glass lamp, ceiling lamp, pendant lamp, floor lamp, mirrorġ. We have a strong development, proofing, production capacity, regularly pushģ. Established in 2010, 2000 square meters factory, more than 50 staffs with anĢ. Quality First! We pay extreme attention to the quality of our 6W Dressing Table Mirror Lights, Our 6W Dressing Table Mirror Lights has a high CRI, makes the color more full. 6W Dressing Table Mirror Lights Color temperature could be customized.Ģ. They can decorate your room, and make your room more warm.ġ. High efficiency and low energy comsumption.ĦW Dressing Table Mirror Lights could be widely used in household and commercial place. Safe and reliable parts, independent driver, long lifespan.ĥ. Steel acrylic material, first class, durable and non-corrosive.Ĥ. Top quality Bridgelux/Epsitar chips, high lumen, high CRI.ģ. Exquisite appearance, modern minimalist style, suitable for home lighting.Ģ. of Employees 5-50 People (410) 51-200 People (336) 201-500 People (127) Less than 5 People (40) 501-1000 People (36) Above 1000 People (9) More  Province & Region Guangdong (1,127) Zhejiang (420) Shandong (328) Fujian (159) Jiangsu (156) Shanghai (81) Hebei (58) Henan (43) Anhui (40) Tianjin (22) Beijing (21) Hunan (20) Hubei (18) Jiangxi (15) Hongkong S.A.R.High Lumen Super Brightness 6W Dressing Table Mirror Lightsįe atures of 6W Dressing Table Mirror Lights:ġ.

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Player 55

Carlos Sainz Jr x reader.

TW: Smut (yet again), brain-rot (again💀), just my hormones talking tbh, maybeeeee bad smut writing, lowkey hate the format too so I guess I can add that, maybeee typing errors and grammar too

Imagine, reader wanting to fuck Carlos as he wears this jersey.

Ferrari had yet again pulled your boyfriend away from you. It was supposed to be a rest week- away from racing, away from media, away from strategies, away from all of it. But of course, they had to call Carlos in to showcase and model some new merch for the upcoming Grand Prix.

Carlos had given you a cursory goodbye with a quick peck on the lips before he dashed off to the factory. It was a good thing he’d been living in the same city in accordance with his contract.

A few hours went by and just like that, it was nightfall. It was nightfall and you had grown increasingly needy for your boyfriend. It was supposed to be date night. You both had planned to cook pasta and binge-watch a new series you had begged him to watch with you.

By now, it was almost half-past midnight. You were sat on the sofa facing the door; arms crossed on your chest, brows scrunched together in a frown, and a deathly gaze towards the door waiting for your boyfriend who had texted over 15 times that he was ‘almost done’ throughout the day.

After 5 more minutes, you hear keys fumbling on the other side of the door and then a breathless Carlos, practically bursting through it.

A breathless, messy-haired, red-in-the-face Carlos with his white pants and what seemed like the new merch that Ferrari had asked him to come in for.

All your anger seemed to have drained away as you saw how the material had laid on your boyfriend’s body. How good it fit him, how it defined his shoulders even more, and how relaxed and lazy it looked on him.

He had been babbling on and on about how sorry he is and how busy it suddenly got but you were busy drooling at how good he looked in the jersey.

You shifted a few times, realizing how wet you got from oggling at your boyfriend before standing up and wordlessly dragging him to your shared bedroom.

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You wasted no time into riding his face, gripping at the jersey for support as you reached your second orgasm from his nose hitting your clot and his tongue inside your dripping pussy.

Not long after, you were riding his cock- still fucked out from his tongue and gripping needily on the piece of cloth that was hanging on to him.

It didn’t take long for Carlos to decide that the jersey was bothering him though. He was just about to take it off when you gripped it harder, muttering as much as you can in your fucked-out state for him to keep it on.

That’s where things took a turn. His face has that shit-eating grin as his pupils- in some other worldly way- had dilated more than you thought they could.

You had been flipped over, him fucking into you from behind like there’s no tomorrow as he’s forcing you to look at yourself in your closet mirror, all fucked-out…in his jersey. The exact same jersey that led you to be in this situation.

“Ay Amor, look how pretty you are- all fucked out, in my jersey, wearing my number. Basically screaming to the world that I own you.”

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At you service - Complete

Chapter 1

“Of course I’ve won” exclaimed the beefy jock, opening up his chocolate Gordo bar, this was just the normal type of luck star quarterback Alexandro had, after a gruelling workout he had decided to indulge his sweet tooth by snaking on his favourite sneaky chocolate bar, and had gone and won the Gordo gold ticket. The rest of his football crew crowed around him, exclaiming how lucky he was and how jealous they all were, “Wow you get to stay at the Gordo chocolate factory for 6 whole months”, “Imagine all the free food you are gonna get”, “damn Alexandro you better bring us some scraps’

Alexandro chuckled as he walked over the gym mirror to check out his hot bod , his ripped muscular 6ft2 frame his massive guns - which were of course the biggest out of anyone of the team. As he turned in the mirror  he saw his tight inch waist and he pumped his large firm pecs, and how  could  he forget his meaty thighs and perky bubble but, not only was he the star of the uni’s football team but also the one with the body that sent shivers the spines of  anyone he looked at. The timing was perfect summer was coming up and after a year of winning games and barely sraping by academically this was just what he needed an all inclusive holiday.

It was finally the day, Alexandro was somehow the only  one who found the lucky ticket,  this barely troubled all it meant was more attention on him by the national press and the smoking hot  interviewers ,stepping out of his limo he was met with crowds upon crowds of people cheering at him, for no-one had entered the Gordo factory in years and were dying for any  information about what actually went on inside the worlds biggest chocolate factory. He was met with the flashing lights of the paparazzi  as he strode done the red carpet towards the gates of the factory, he made sure to wear his tightest gym equipment to reveal every tight inch of his smoking hot body, as he met up with the news staff, he made sure to be as charming as ever, flashing of his pearly whites while throwing his curly black hair back. This is how he would become a celebrity, he was simply playing the long-game he couldn’t wait until he strode out of those gates at Christmas time and be met with book deals and probably his own tv show. 

The questions he was asked were just feeding his  already inflated ego , “How lucky you are to be so handsome and now this” etc etc was all he heard . However one question hit him on the spot, “How do you plan to stay in such good shape while being surrounded by so much chocolate”, He hadn’t really thought about that but he quickly threw out  on the answer, “Easy, you don’t get this good  looking without having a strict diet and large will power , and I am sure Mr Gordo’s got a few weights in there to pass the time, so don’t you worry by the time I get out I  still gonna  be hot enough to take you out on a date”. The interviewer slightly blushed while Alexandro moved on to the gates ,  it was time.

Suddenly the crowd fell silent as the factory doors opened, Alexandro quickly turned to see who his mystery lodger was gonna be, one foot after another came out until  one of the beefiest muscular man he had ever seen was standing before him , he was a giant among men. Mr Gordo stood nearly 6ft10 tall he had one of the largest upper builds that Alexandro had ever seen, as he kept walking his second biggest feature came into view,  his  large gut  - “what a fatty thought” Alexandro, his gut alone must have weighed the same as a normal American male , it had nothing on Alexandro’s tight 6 pac. Soon the started to gates close  and only Alexandro was allowed to enter guided in by Mr Grodo, they walked in silence to the factory doors and just like that they entered and Alex said goodbye to the outside world the door shut sealing him in .

Mr Gordo firmly introduced himself, to Alex as he led him  round the factory, an automated  robot  appeared out of no way and took Alex’s things - cool he thought but his mind was distracted by everything else before him , while the tour started he was shown how the chocolate was made, where the flavours were  added and even how it was packaged  it was all done entirely the automated machines  with there long metal arms moving and passing stuff along as if there were alive themselves,  the tour was quite boring in itself  aside from the robots flying past them on convery belts moving at impressive coordinated speeds, Mr Gordo must have been a genius, but aside form that   the factory seemed to  operate just like any other factory, Mr Gordo now dropped Alex of at to his suite, and had told that he would be back for dinner for a surprise, he hadn’t utter much of anything on the tour, it made sense now why he had chosen to seal himself of from the outside world. The suite, of course was massive its curtains were closed and were clasped  locked possible holding back the aforementioned surprise, Alex decided to focus on  multiple roomed living suite , this was the life Alex could get used to  designer sofas with the largest flat-screen he had ever seen  of course paired with the latest games console and decked out kitchen, stepping into it, the kitchen seemed to come alive, the lights shone and a seemingly normal kitchen cupboard open automatically 

“Ahhh, exclaimed Alex

As a 6ft robot somehow woke it self up and headed towards him, it was wearing a chef outfits allowing Alex to quickly come  to the conclusion that this was just  another one of those automated robot he had seen racing about the factory 

“What can I get for you Master Alexandro”, let out the robot in a mechanical cold voice widening its Led eyes and moving its arms 

“Wow, this is on a next level “

The robot stayed they waiting for its orders, waiting to be for service, Alex was still in shock and how impressive it all

‘What can I ask for’

“Master, there is nothing you can ask for that cannot be made in this question’

Pondering for a moment, Alex wanted to see how much this robot lived up his world and after seeing all that chocolate- his sweet tooth was begging for some chocolate 

‘Well in that case,.. I think a chocolate, vanilla infused milkshake is just what I need right now’

And just like that, the robot read to life, whizzing sound the kitchen would seemed to connected to the robot inner workings as it folded itself up and brought out tubes of choloacte and milk forms its cabinets

‘Here master, I hope this is to your liking’

As the robot handed Alex one of the most delicious looking milkshakes he had ever seen 

‘Ymmmm, this is delicious - what did you do this’

“Well a robot never shared its secrets’ and with that it could tell its job was done and shut done 

As Alex continued to look around while drinking his milkshakes, he realised  that the entire suite was packed with robots of all sizes, ones to clean the floor and make the Californian kings size bed and ones to seemingly pick out his clothes in the morning, and as he walked passed the fully equipped gym with all the things he could ever need plus some,  a fully packed desert bar  drew him away, of course coming with a robot sever that swirled alive the moment  Alex got near, it had chocolate fountains paired with a  rotating ice cream dispenser and a giant churro maker built in . The inner sweet tooth Alex had came to  alive once more  but he pulled himself away to check out the rest of suite. There were even robots in the bathroom ones that came up the wall whose hand were filled with toothbrushes and sponges, damnnnn Alex thought to himself this is the life. 

Realising he had time to kill until dinner, Alexandro of course hit the gym, he wasn’t going to be distracted by all the snacks he was an athlete and needed to get his gains in, the robots in the  gym timed him and calculated his body fat levels at a neat 10% body fat and a whopping 90% muscle. While he was lifting weights, - sported by a robot , how cool, another robot came up and introduced itself.

“Hello Master Alexandro, we robots are here to follow your every command, I am the master robot Unit in charge of all operations ”

“Wicked”

“Now, we are all coded to one master mind to increase our efficiency in filling your wishes”

“Damn that’s sick”

“Is there anything we can help with you right now”

“Nothing that you can do”, Alex let out while struggling to lift a really heavy weight”Not unless your can make me big enough to life these weights” he chuckled

The robot  stood still for a minute ,as if he was calculating something to say Alex could even hear its  metal thoughts whizzing about in there , until he broke his silence by saying 

“We can do our best”

After a couple of minutes he promptly returned with what seemed like a protein  shake in his hand.

“Damn , who guys are good”, Alex thought assuming it was just another protein shake, unknown to him that the robot had already started on his requested to be bigger.

“Just give us a call, after all we are at your service” 

Finishing his workout , Alexandro chilled in his very own spa until planting himself down on the most comfortable sofa in his life, it was like the sofa was alive moving and adjusting itself to fit Alex’s body perfectly, damn, Mr Gordo really  had gone all out, as he felt the sofa cup around his meaty thighs and tight bubble but. It even had a massage option, which he of course turned on and every part for him vibrated  even to his ball sac.

Tuning on the flatscreen, with his voice somehow, he simply said he needed controllers and they appeared, the tv of course came with every single  game to ever come out, Alexandro simply sat back into sofa and played the lastest resident evil, until he heard a knock on the door.

Quickly checking himself out in the mirror, a thought quickly came to his mind.,

“Unit open the door would you”

And just like that Unit woke it self up from the shadows and buzzed other to the door

“Ahh, I see you are quickly adjusted to life inside the factory”, Mr Gordo announced as he made his way into the suite

“Yh, its well wicked - you got things in here that haven’t even been thought about yet what do you pay the other staff to keep them quiet ’

“Correction, for the next 6 months you and myself will be the only “humans’ in this factory trust I have had my runs in with staff members who lets say couldn’t behave themselves  ”

And with that Alex simply nodded his head, quickly seeing how imposing the 6ft 10 that towered over him really was

After a couple minutes of small talk, Alexandro was led by Mr Gordo into the grand dining room, he had explained along the way the way to the jock that he was free to spend his time however he wanted but he would have to dine with Mr Gordo every day to provide feedback on the ai, see Mr Gordo explained that Alex’s real purpose here was to simply provide feedback on the ai before he expended the company form a simple chocolate company to the  world renowned ai power house it could really be.

Or something like that, Alex hadn’t really been paying attention, he caught himself in a mirror was they were walking and had got lost in thought admiring his own hot ripped body.

“Now I see Alex, that you take very good care about your body- I myself can’t say the same to many late nights at the desk table, so I would be happy to alert Unit on any dietary stuff I don’t want any of my gluttony to rub on you and ruin you body”

“Nah don’t sweat it, I’m gym-rat  to the core, anything I gain I simply going to shred into pure muscle”, Alex body said flexing his guns to Mr Gordo 

“I see, well maybe I should learn a thing or two from you, huh’ Mr Gordo said as he patted his huge stomach.

The conversation continued as some robots whirled around them placing plates and pallets of food between the two, full breasted roast chicken and steaming hams as well as gravy boast filled to the top. It all looked so good, damn with all this extra protein in my diet I’m bound to get huge thought Alex, as the two dove straight into the food once it was all laid out. 

Mr Gordo ate as if he was famished, desperately pushing turkey leg and chicken breast into his mouth, no wonder he was so fat Alex continued to think the man has no control , however after one bite of the rich ham,  he too ate as if he hadn’t seen, food in days, it was all so good every bite was rich and creamy, he just couldn’t stop. The two didn’t talk the duration of the meal all their  thought went straight  to the food until not a scarp was left between the two of them.

“I see how you are in such shape my boy, for someone so small you sure to cramp a lot of meat down ya’  Mr Gordo chuckled as he slapped Alex bloated 6 -pac

“Yh, I treat my body like a temple, 24/7, all this is just fuel for the body”, Alex mummer back not likely being referred to as small 

“Well I hope you left room for desert, I still have my surprise to show you’

Alex was stuffed beyond words, it was like something came over him all really he needed was a good belly , his belly was bloated and was curving out of  his tight tank-top - maybe Unit gives good belly rubs, but not wanting to show himself up as a bad guest, he of course followed Mr Gordo out of the dining room, as they walked Mr Gordo inquired more about Alex, Alex simply told him that he wanted to be a big time celebrity after all this he even joked saying how he wanted to  be the biggest star the world has ever seen.Soon the two came across a large locked door,

“Now here Alex is where  I have had a  little bit of fun with the ai, all of course  vital to the wellbeing to the company”

The anticipation was killing Alex, somehow the idea of desert had somehow woken up his inner sweet-tooth and the dinner he had stuffed down him was long forgotten about, and then finally  moment he had been waiting for Mr Gordo opened the door

Chapter 2

The smell is what first hit him, it was gorgeous and so sweet it drew him  straight in, Mr Gordo simply stepped back and let the jock take it all in, Alex couldn’t believe his eyes the entire room was made out of chocolate, in the centre of the room was an Olympic sized pool made out of chocolate, that flowed all the way through the room and seemingly out to the rest of the factory, where ever   his eyes landed on he could see different kinds of chocolate ranging from white to dark to green minty and strawberry cheesecake chocolate in the all these different shapes- some were in the form of statues and others in the form of world famous paintings waiting to be eaten. Then suddenly  just when he was about to reach and grab a piece of chocolate from a towering chocolate statue, the whole room started to move and almost seemed as if ti was coming alive , Alex couldn’t comprehend it, until Mr Gordo simply said look up,

As he moved his eyes up, he couldn’t believe it the whole roof was shifting and beeping, it had tubes of chocolate flowing all throughout but  it was more than that it was as if it was waking up, that when he saw it long robotic  metal arms being sprouted form holes all around the room and coming down to shake Mr Gordo’s hand.

“What you are seeing is probably the largest sentient ai in the factory, possibly the world, meet Unit.2”

“What…. But it massive it must control this whole room”

“Yes it does butit does so much more than just that , what do your thing makes my chocolate so good, Unit of course, it is constantly tasting and adjusting the chocolate that gets pumped around the entire factory”

“What…”

“And the best part about it is that its alive, hooked up the  same mega mind that all robots share in this factory, so I would stay on its good side if I were you” chuckled Mr Gordo

“Oh and to forgot Its incredibly smart, what do you think made all these chocolate pieces of art huh kid’

Mr Gordo chuckled as Alex took in the chocolate Mona Lisa, done it incredible detail it was almost a prefect copy expect of course being made entirely out of chocolate

Alex needed a minute to take it all in,  he needed to say  anything smart yet profound he thought, but he was beaten to it as he felt his stomach rumble, and Mr Gordo gave out another chuckle

“Well excuse me, I promised you desert didn’t I, here lets take a seat and give unit something to work with’

However the moment Alex sat down, he felt himself being scanned and prodded by the numerous arms of Unit.2

“Oh why yes did I forgot to mention, Unit is able to found out what type and kind of desert you desire simply by giving you a quick scan”

Alex still couldn’t process what was happening, but the moment a chocolate sundae was produced with extra chocolate sauce, he knew that Mr Gordo was a true genius.

It was amazing, it was as if the chocolate he ate was produced just for him it was sweet and filling, and it met every deep down fix he needed, it was  so good in fact he had to thank Unit for it. This was met with some lights being flashed and robotic parts  resolving.

“Oh stop it Alex, you’re making Unit blush “, Mr Gordo said ibeetween bites of his own personalised dish, “Look it’s even giving you a gift”

A tube was quickly emerging from the pool filled in with deep brown chocolate and heading towards Alex, it stoped abruptly at Alex’s face.

“I think it wants you to put your mouth to the tube, and don’t look at me like that , it’s alive remember’

Alex sat there puzzled for a bit, he was behind confused already at units power 

“Well hurry up, it doesn’t even let me drink form the river, that chocolate is the finest in the world , it has to be  watered done per say for the masses to stop them going crazy”

Well when in an ai controlled chocolate room, Alex thought, as he put his mouth to the tube, which soon become filled with the most richest and delicious chocolate he could ever even comprehend, it only lasted a couple of seconds as the hot chocolate guzzled done Alex, before he couldn’t take it any more, and had to tap out. He was stuffed behind record, now coated in delicious chocolate that he couldn’t stop licking from his fingers.

“Well Alex I believe this is all I have time for today, you are allowed anyway in the factory aside from this room of course -  safely protocols and so forth, so until tomorrow’

And as Mr Gordo plodded out, Alex needed a few minutes to digest the orgasmic chocolate he had just devoured, he think he might have cummed a bit.

Chapter 3

Waking up the next morning, Alexandro wanted to spend the whole morning in bed he couldn’t escape how comfortable it was, sure he should go on his normal morning jog but when your bed has built in massage controls, its hard to imagine ever leaving. Anyways that’s was his job here wasn’t, to product test all this ai, he would be letting Mr Gordo down if he failed to test all of it especially the built in  massage controls, his jog could wait. After another hour in bed he finally got up and checked  himself  out in the bathroom mirror, he saw his brown Latino skin look perfectly tight over his ripped abs- yesterday after all was just a cheat day. As he went to shower he realised that he might as well use all the fancy cleaning robots installed - when else was he gonna have this experience, and of course it was amazing, he didn’t  even need to move , the warm sponges simply glided over his body caressing every muscle. He was suddenly brought out of his bliss by Units metallic voice coming out of a monitor in the wall.

“Good morning master Alexandro”

“What” Alex quickly spun around covering his girthy cock until realising it was just Unit

“Woah sorry, didn’t see you there Unit, not used to robot voices in the shower to be honest”

“My fault, master Alex I need to learn how to follow normal human behaviour, what would you like for breakfast’

“Oh, I don’t know what do you have”

“Anything you could wish for”

“Well when you’ve say it like that, I might as well have an extra protein heavy breakfast, gotta get big remember”, Alex smirked flexing his guns to what he assumed where Unit’s senses 

“Of course , ‘gotta to get big’, I will have the chief cook up a meal to fit these requirements, till you need me I will be waiting for your service  “

And just like that the monitor shut down, getting out of the shower, drying fans quickly turned on - damn Mr Gordo had really thought of everything huh. Unit had left out a dressing gown on Alex’s already made bed, putting it on made him feel extremely expensive as if it was made out pure silk  - which it probably was, not knowing what else  to wear Alex simply adorned a pair of tight white jock straps that hugged his flat 6 pac and exposed his bubble but. With the curtains drawn back, he could see the large chocolate pool, decorated in waterfalls and tubes pumping  the rich creamy chocolate to the rest of the factory. He didn’t notice how  he rubbed  his stomach at the sight of the chocolate as it was calling out for another taste, As he waited for his food to be done he simply did some quick push ups to keep the blood pumping, but the moment Unit called his name he ran stomach first to the dining table.

“Damn is all this really just for me”, said Alex looking at the family size breakfast

“Well as of your orders, ‘to get big’ I simply  took the necessary  actions, Is anything wrong master  “

“ Nope not at all after all who am I to argue with a computer huh ” Alex responded greedily looking at all the food laid out before him.

And with that he dove straight in, there must have been a pancake machine, he thought as he ate the fat american  pancakes one after another each one as prefect as the next , each coated in thick maple syrup he must have had at least 5, then he munched on the beautifully cooked  sunny side ups, shortly followed by the most perfectly cooked bacon he had ever tasted This was the life, he said as he licked the maple syrup up from the plates and washed down his food with a large glass  of freshly squeezed  oj

“I see you have enjoyed all you food master Alex”

“Please this was nothing compared to what it normally takes to fuel this body”

“I see, I will make note of that for next time and I will make  sure the necessary precautions are done for your next meal ”

Feeling already stuffed at 11:00 in the morning, Alex knew he had to take it slow before hitting the gym, so he decided to take it easy and just laze about on the couch digesting his meal, when he hit the gym around  about 1ish he made sure to push himself hard on the weights, it took a lot of him but just when he was about to reach a personal record he just couldn’t hack it, he just wasn’t strong  enough yet, and was as if Unit was reading his mind, he was met with a thick shake of what he assumed to be pure protein, it must have been laced with chocolate with how sweet it was but he was sure Unit had probably just added some next level protein powder . It was so good he  asked for another one as he jokingly watched Unit lift the weights he had been lifting, he even got a bit flushed in the face  when Unit started to lift more than he could even imagine,  as he watched he downed his drink determined  to go again and after a couple of more reps of still not getting anyway near to what Unit had joking pressed he called it quits and asked for another shake, he knew it was time for cardio but after about 20 minutes of running he just felt too sluggish to carry on and instead requested another shake to refuel with as he hit the sauna. And it felt good to be the only person for miles as he let his junk hang out as Unit added more coals to the fireplace.

The rest of the day was spend lazing out on the sofa playing some intense video games, so much so he had to stop at the snack bar for his gamer fuel, ordering an extra creamy milkshake.  Oddly enough the milkshake tasted eerily simply to his shakes earlier , but he couldn’t really focus on that  especially when he had to get to the next level of his game. It wasn’t long till he had finished his second milkshake  but soon enough he  knew he needed another ‘proper’ meal, ordering his favourite cheat meal for a late lunch, a  double decker cheeseburgers and cheesy fries, he told himself he deserved it of course after all the weights he had lifted earlier, he must not have specified the order  because when Unit appeared to had made almost halve a dozen of hand sized cheeseburgers he wondered if he had bitten of more than he could chew, but liking Unit’s incentive he simply ploughed straight though  guzzling down on all the beefy cheesy burgers. Dinner wasn’t until 9 , so he knew he could go overboard and still dine fine  with Mr Gordo.

Finally plopping the last fry in his mouth, it was as if all the food he had eaten had caught up to him, on a normal day he would hit the gym again and burn some calories, but with all the food he had scoffed down he felt the world’s biggest food coma coming on, the thought of hitting the treadmill compared to lazing on the couch soon faded away and he  spent the rest of the day sitting it out on the sofa nodding in and out of a food coma and waking up to play his cock.

  The Knock on the door snapped Alex out of his sleepy rest, he had company -  shit was it already 9 he must have missed his afternoon run. Unit had already opened the door and by the time Alex had wiped the saliva from his mouth, Mr Gordo and barged in to the room while he was still halve asleep on the couch, it quickly dawned on him also  that he was still  wearing nothing but a tight jock-strap.

“Relax’ Mr Gordo said realising the look on Alex’s face as he squirmed about to get a cushion to cover his privates 

“This is your suite you home I wouldn’t have you treat any other way, besides a good looking jock like you has nothing to be hide  especially  compared to this old fat body”

“Non-sense, your in fine state, and if you ask me I need to bulk up a bit’ 

This was met with another one of Mr Gordo deep chuckles

This had  calmed Alex, but he still insisted on putting on some of Units prepared silky tracksuit  before dinner,

Dinner of course was delicious, tonight it was honey drizzled pig, and yes he meant a whole pig, despite all the food he had gorged over the day, when he laid his eyes on the beautifully cooked pig he felt his mouth salivate and his stomach growl he found himself  still craving more and more after each helping,  it was just so juicy and rich, and besides thinking about those weights he could’t  lift in the gym - he said he needed to get big and this is how he would do it.

Once again ,after the entire pig was scoffed down by the two of them, Mr Gordo escorted him though the factory and straight to the chocolate room. As Alex stepped though the door, the room came to live machines twirled and lights flashed as Unit.2 was pleases to see him.  Tonight it was double layered chocolate cake the kind that was drizzled in chocolate and was about the size of his head, he and Mr Gordo dove straight in to their separate meals, but here Alex’s size showed him up  he just couldn’t take it, eating almost halve a pig and now digging into the richest and heaviest cake he had ever seen, he just couldn’t stomach it , he forfeited, laying back in his chair and placing  his hands on his heavily extended bloated stomach. And as Mr Gordo chuckled and reached over to eat some of Alex’s cake , the he most strangest thing happened, a metal  arm extended  from a nearby vent, grabbed the plate from Mr Gordo stubby arms  and started to grab the remains of cake and feed it to Alex 

“Fascinating, I’ve never seen Unit respond to anyone like this, it’s as if it’s wanting you to finish its food, why Alex I certainly think you have left an impression on this old ai”  

Alex couldn’t help but blush before letting out a very tasty belch

“Well what can I say I have that power other the ladies… I mean robots”

Not wanting to let down the probably the smartest and arguably the biggest robot in the world, Alex took the spoonfuls of cake and stuffed them down, he was really gorging himself now, when he wanted to quit he told himself he would just burn of these extra calories in the gym tomorrow so there was really no harm. And as he stuffed his face with cake another metal arm emerged from a vent and appeared  to rub his bloated abdomen, encouraging him even more to finish the cake 

And when finally the last crumb had gone down his throat, the tube appeared again and Alex didn’t know what came other him, but pushing  himself forward he let the chocolate tube stuff  his face him till he once more had to tap at. And as if it was an reward the same arm patted Alex on his head before retreating back into the vents 

“Now Alex, my boy I would be careful if I were you, that chocolate is 100% divine, its very addictive and  I would hold back if I were you” Mr Gordo finally said after the whole ordeal ‘That chocolate is hard to quit, just look at me’

He chuckled as he slapped his fat gut

“No problem , but I don’t want to anger this robot  beauty and besides I think I’ve got a bit of a  stronger willpower then you huh Tubs  “ Alex laughed, not noticing Mr Gordo’s face drop slightly 

“Never mind then forgot, I ever said anything, besides your an athlete, I’m certain your athletes have lots of will power when it comes this’

“Yh, yh willpower” Alex mumered as he licked the chocolate off his fingers.

 They made their way back to their respective parts of the factory - if Mr Gordo had been troubled earlier he made no effort to show it as he patted Alex on the back as they parted away , Alex chuckled to himself as he let Unit brush his teeth and clean his face  thinking about how ridicules  it was of Mr Gordo to tell him to be careful with the chocolate,  after all he was a star athlete it was in his nature to be strong. Yet  the moment he hit his bed and felt Unit tuck him in, he fell into a much needed food coma dreaming about  all the chocolate that awaited him over the next couple of months. 

Chapter 4 

It had now been nearly two months  of staying in the suite and Alex had quickly gotten used to his new and much more convenient life, he would wake up every morning to the smell of a big hearty American breakfast being cooked just for him, in the bathroom all the tedious jobs of brushing his teeth and even washing himself was done by the robots happily. He could spend the entire day in his underwear and there was no one to protest- not that they would of course, Unit certainly didn’t complain as he strolled about in his underwear and silk robe. Each morning he looked forward to what Unit had had prepared for him, his favourite of course was the buttery pancakes drizzled in maple syrup and sided with a tray full of crunchy bacon. Unit had noted that this was his preferred meal ,so of course went the extra mile of doubling down on its size whenever it was served. Somedays Alexandro would start the day with nearly a dozen fat pancakes, and he loved it - he was finally being treated like the stud he was, sometimes he would hit the Gym for a couple hours pushing weights while  being weighted on by Unit who would always refill his chocolatey protein shakes, he still attempt  a bit of cardio here and there but breakfast always left him feeling so sluggish especially after weights so with that cardia was off and replaced with sauna time.  As the weeks passed the games library would always be updated with  Alex finding himself being glued to the screen  with what ever next level game he was supplied with, and of course he could play vr, it was the most intense thing he did. While he gamed he  would constantly be grazing on whatever the snack bar had on that day- somedays it would be cotton candy other nachos but there would always be chocolate to Alex’s delight. Lunch was Alex’s anchor in the day it split his two gaming session in halve and Unit always made sure it was worth it ,  Unit  of course had followed suit of Alex’s requirements to get bigger and provided Alex with all the meat a jock like him needed to get bigger, somedays he would  plough though nearly a dozen beefy overspilling burgers and of course the cheesiest fries imaginable others it would deep dish pizzas and hordes of overspilling tacos. The remaining part of the day would be spent dozing in and out of a food coma which  Alex had  called getting ready for dinner  he needed time to probably digest his food before meeting up with Mr Gordo. The competitive natures of the two had  really quickly turned dinner into a eating competition between the pair of them to see  who could digest the most quickest, Mr Gordo of course won but Alex wasn’t always that far off, his competitive nature told  told  himself that it was just because Mr Gordo was a complete fatty with no control that allowed him to beat him. Desert was however was the  polar opposite to dinner the two of them  would savour the gourmet and brilliant deserts designed for them by Unit.2, here they would engage mostly in conversation about Alex’s athletic life, Alex would explain in absolute detail his play through as a quarterback and  how winning was so easy with a body like his, while digging into Units chocolatey deserts. Then came the best part of the day , his treat for eating all his food, the most divine chocolate in the world pouring down his throat, and as the weeks passed Alex could take more and more  of it until he almost lasted a complete minute before spluttering it all up, he hadn’t heeded Mr Gordo’s advise and how could he it was too good.

month 4

Burrrpppppppppp,

Alexandro let out the another  burp as he finished another one of Unit’s shakes, ahhh it tasted so good and creamy he thought as he scratched his bloated stomach, it was almost dinner and he hadn’t left  the sofa all day and why would he anything he could possible need was delivered straight to him by unit. He wondered to himself as unit delivered a dozen of fresh hot donuts straight to his mouth as he gamed what possible joy Unit could find like this serving his every need.

Little did he know how much Unit revelled in serving him,  over the last couple of months had Unit able to learn so much about humans, about their likes and their needs, Alex was Unit’s little case study and it was learning some about him, storing  all of his  behaviours  over the last couple of months in to its hard drive -  what he liked to eat,at what time Alex liked to be woken and most importantly how much he had seemed to  enjoy Unit’s mission of getting him ‘bigger’. Unit was able to scan Alex’s brain every time whenever it delivered a plate full of food to him  and the endorphins were off the scale - Unit was definitely doing something right. Unit was learning so much and growing in its knowledge about what humans needed and Unit hadn’t been the only thing growing since had Alex moved in, Unit’s sensors eagerly picked up on Alex’s inflating size. As Alex laid on the couch mostly naked, Unit was easily able to detect the changes in Alex’s size. First it had been his abs, they quickly had lost their definition and were now slowly being coated in a layer of fat, according to Unit’s access to the web  Alex’s abdomen could know actually be classified as a gut, and these changes were all over Unit eagerly noted how Alex pecs were swelling up day by day with more adipose the same changes were being seen in his  ballooning butt - Unit made note to alter Alex’s clothes at night ( once it researched how alarming humans  can find this experience). Notes were made on  Alex’s  thickening waistline which was outgrowing his first 29 inch measurement   it was getting  thicker and thicker which Unit believed was the human body’s adaption to support his growing midsection. Unit scanned Alex all over detecting his loss in muscle tissue and tone  and his increase in body fat levels and compared it to the surface changes of how Alex’s arms and thighs  were swelling up with all this extra fat, it connetced this to Alex’s changes in behaviour. Over the last couple of months Alex was noted to use the gym less and less and favoured more sedentary practices in and how despite his change in exersise levels he still carved more and more food - food which Unit was particular energy rich. Unit was having a marvellous time, scanning and learning about humans and Alex was their prefect guina pig 

Completely oblivious to all these scans Alex reached for a donut  than another plugged into to his Vr headset he had no idea how well noted his descent of gluttony was being. As his hand danced blindly  around an empty donut box searching for any stragglers the loud sound of Mr Gordo  knocking on the door for dinner broke him form his gluttonous ritual, the days sure went fast when halve of it was spent sleeping and the other halve gaming, he had spent  almost another whole day entirety on the sofa eating whatever he could  possibly have wanted and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Alex my boy, come on quickly before the food gets cold” Mr Gordo chuckled turning off of his VR set 

Alex quickly stirred of the sofa, flicking of the crumbs of  his stomach and licking the icing of his fingers

‘Umm dinner - what’s it tonight’

“Just you wait my boy’ chuckled Mr Gordo eyeing up Alex 

Years of only spending his days with robots fixing them and winding them up, had made Mr Gordo enjoy having another play thing in his arms, when Alex had insulted him the over day he knew a funny little game he could play on the poor boy and as he sized by Alex he could see the boy was playing it very well. 

 As Alex off course had been very musclier before and with such an impressive build  the changes were harder to see but they were there, Mr Gordo of course  noticed that the jock had significantly widened in the waist, the boys abs could only faintly be seen as his stomach had rounded out and muffin topped over his tight jockstrap, and that the beginning of a double chin was slowly forming around the studs face paired with his cheeks losing their tight definition  

Dinner had of course grown in size to accommodate Alex’s increase in appetite, he was drinking nearly 5l of shakes ever day all of which riddled with appetite enhances so now after 4 month he was plowing through dinner with Mr Gordo. Only a month ago Alex would have called it quits but when Mr Gordo signalled for Unit to bring out the 3rd helping of turkey - it was like his competitive nature went into overdrive, as he reached for helping after helping mimic Mr Gordo’s piggish appetite.

“Alex, its nice to see you throughly making use of all the ai in your suite”, let out Mr Gordo after the plates  of food between the two had been licked clean

“Of course I have Mr Gordo” Alex let out in-between burps 

“Might I add, Alex that unit has told him your instructions of getting big, would you like myself to install a fitness regime into the gym ai”

“Nah don’t sweat it, all this extra stuffing is simply just fuel for my bulk, I gotta get big first and then imma hit the treadmill to burn off any side effects’

“Well, I’m sure  a jock like you knows what’s best, and let me just add your’re certainly  looking more beefier than when you first came’

“Yeah, its all about the process of course, gotta get big first to get some massive gains when I leave”

“ Certainly my dear boy now if you don’t mind , I think its time for dessert, If I dare say so myself”

The simple mention of desert made Alex’s eyes lit up , like always Unit.2 had  completely outdone themselves producing gourmet chocolatey eclairs each pumped to the brim with delicious cream, the moment they entered Alex’s eyesight he was fixed on stuffing each one down his throat,  it wasn’t long till he was covered in chocolate and his stomach was fully bloated after another day of ploughing through his food - this was the good life Alex thought to himself as he licked up the remains chocolate form his lips 

Dropping Alex of at his suite, Mr Gordo made a quick stop before hitting his bed,

‘Unit boot up’

With his voice Unit woke itself up immediately from  its charging spot and awaited Mr Gordo’s command

“Unit under my instructions I want you to increase you protocols on making master Alexandro bigger, this means doing what ever you can to following his demands and taking it to 300%”

“Yes master Gordo, anything else”

“Now that you have mentioned it, the gym equipment inside masters Alexandro suite is to be in a permanent state of renovations” Mr Gordo continued “None of this is to be mentioned to the my little Guinea pig master Alexandro instead carry like on normal”

“Yes master”

Chapter 5

 6 months 

 Every day the smell of sizzling bacon would find its ways through the suite and cluster around Alex’s bed, it become second nature for him to wake up, stomach rumbling eager to be fed. The smell of the pancakes filled the air as the robots brushed his teeth and washed him, Alex couldn’t even remember the last time he had to do all those tedious chores for himself. And finally the smell of freshly squeezed OJ called him to the dining table as he quickly pulled up his custom underwear and put on his fluffy robe and slippers, eager to eat his breakfast

Alex couldn’t place it but it was as if it had happened over night, but the food Unit cheffed up must have  almost doubled in size and quadrupled in taste, breakfast was constant feasts of platters filled high with greasy strips of bacon and towering stacks of plump pancakes. But despite this monstrous portions, by the time he was done with it there wasn’t a crumb left on the table, he was eating more than he had ever had and yet still he hungered for more. It might  have been when the gym was closed for temporary repairs which soon turned into an almost permanent closure that he saw his diet skyrocket in food ,  and at  first Alex was a little perplexed by this as the days turned into weeks of closure the idea of a gym even existing slowly faded out of his mind, instead it was replaced with hours spent lounging on the couch binge watching all the tv he could ever wanted, and  gaming  in the suite trying out the latest Vr experiences that required very little movement - hours  could be spent plugged in steering at the screen with one hand on the console and the other  constantly grazing on whatever snacks Unit left beside him. 

Lunch had now seemingly evolved into 2 meals  to make up the numerous amount of spare time in the day, Alex had the pleasure of being served lunch every where he was, the suite with its high tech technology bended and folded around him to make  suitable eating spaces that could accommodate for the copious amount of food that would be served up. Alex would stuff his face with Bbq coated ribs and handfuls of crispy chips  washing it all down with copious amounts of creamy milkshakes and refreshing coke without ever moving an inch .  After Lunch he would spend his hours in the newly built spa section - built just for him ( Mr Gordo’s fix due to current state of the gym he was told) , and just like ever other  part of the factory it was riddled with robots ready to serve Alex’s every whim and need. He was given  rigorous massages ( which he was told were the same exercise requirements as hitting the gym or something like that, when Unit brought up the numbers his mind quickly wondered). All he knew was that it worked for him, the machine had to all the work and all he had to do was lie there - all in all it sounded like the ideal workout, he was paraded around on a moveable island that was carried to various stations where the robots oiled him up and massaged his growing body,  finishing it off in a  long sauna session.  After being all pampered  up the rest of the day was spent lazing about and waiting for this  his next favourite part - Dinner. The simple knock of the door got his stomach rumbling,  and with the walk to dinner seemingly getting  longer and longer Alex was ravenous when he sat done at the table not nothing  the pungent  sweat forming in the rolls his ballooning body. 

Dinner was in a league of its own, like everything else it had been  ballooned to behind recognition, they must have spent hours in silence feasting on whatever Unit wheeled out, the pair of them ate like pigs and definitely started to resemble them - each other rubbing on the other, and after the seconds and the thirds the pair of them both forgot about the silly competition they had between them, as their laid back in the comfortable chairs, guts exposed to the world breathing their deep breathes too stuffed to move. However this moment of pause was shortly lived as with a the sound of a bell being rung, the door to the chocolate room was opened and  a tall  familiar muscular figure stood in the pathway. 

Over the duration of the stay Mr Gordo had gone on and on about Unit.2 how it would be lifelike, smarter more mobile - in simple mirroring the human body and mind - Alex had paid this little attention until the first prototypes started to move out , where he was met by more and more models - they started out ever so simple,  the first one was basically the base Unit model, but then as the weeks rolled past the model got more and more impressive. They got larger and larger, their limbs more smooth and their design more futuristic, it wasn’t long till their long  metals limbs were replaced with sleek metal human shaped arms, and long strong fitting legs replaced Unit’s giant wheels. The body of the machine evolved to mirror that of a firm metal torso, and finally the head was moulded into shape. When Mr Gordo finally reached the final model, Alex was at first a little drawn back up its startling familiar appearance

“Perplexed my dear boy’’

Alex was more the startled it looked almost like him

“Well my boy, I have a secret to profess, when I first laid eyes on you , I knew right then and there that you handsome form and shape would be the perfect base for Unit.2”

Alex didn’t know what to say as he approached the 7ft tall imposing metal robot that had a remarkable similarity to himself

‘Why don’t be alarmed - take it as a compliment of course - and Come meet Adam”

And with that the towering grey robot came to live, with red beaming eyes and a deep murmur, it came to live like a creature re-awakening of a long sleep, its limbs started to move and twist its parts shifted under their own weight and finally its head tilted just like a humans - until as if becoming aware of its environment it turned to face Alex 

And in a deep robotic voice it proclaimed 

“Hello Alexandra, how can I be of service today”

And since then Alex was hooked, he wished to spend ever second in this factory with this amazing experiment but under Mr Gordo’s order Adam’s appearances were heavily restricted. Alex could go weeks without seeing them, but that didn’t matter when Adam appeared in to the door way- just like they did tonight, they pair of them would spend hours communicating and conversing. Leaps and bounds were made in-between this appearance as Mr Gordo tinkered away and it wasn’t long that  Adam seemed to be a  fully sentient functioning robot who had their own their own thoughts and feelings.

And so when Unit rang the desert bell Alex did look forward to the food but the idea seeing Adam was more the greater reward. When Adam appeared it was like no time had even passed and the two would pick up on their long conversations, Adam couldn’t help but question the outside world and Alex was happy to abide. Adam just like Unit did learned all about Alex and most importantly he learned what a sweet tooth the boy and with its  more powerful body that had control over all the machines in the chocolate room it seemed to take joy in making  marvellous chocolate dishes for Alex to sink his teeth into. And the two’s relationship  only grew as Alex was stuffed his face with dessert after dessert explains his life outside as Adam happily watched and observed 

As the months  passed, Alex could barely keep track of what he ate for dinner the previous day let alone what day it was , he was happily living in this chocolatey blissful bubble  - and although the outside world wasn’t far away- he gave it no thought at all but all this came crashing down the moment Mr Gordo opened his lips to say 

“Well Alex, I hope you’ve  enjoyed you stay here - what is it one one week left till I have to bid you goodbye’

It was like an endless cold rain cloud over his head , Alex felt as if he had been rudely awoken from a perfect dream to his harsh new reality that he would have to return to the outside world , the food over the week seemed colder and his bed was less comfy now that he knew this was all not permeant, and as much as he wished it wouldn’t the week flew by until it was his final night

And with Unit packing his bags, he was soon met with an even harshly reality, he’d gone a bit too crazy with his bulk and was had long passed  chubby territory and his once trim muscular body was unmistakable fat

 The rude awakening occurred to him as he pulled out his pre factory life clothes, and even with Unit’s help he couldn’t squeeze himself back into them his nikey joggers wouldn’t budge over his pudgy thighs, his tight muscle frame shirts strained to get over his ample pecs not to mention his mountainous abdomen with his larger shirts failing at the next hurdle - his ample love handles leaving his girth sides and front bulge out. 

And as the sound of tearing filled the room as he tried to put on his Nikey jacket over him it  stood no chance against his hefty back Alex  knew it was futile. How had he let this happen, he thought as he stared at himself in the suite’s 360 mirrors he knew he had put on some weight, maybe some muscle as well but as he tried to flex his arms all he saw was fat. Admittedly he knew  had gone overboard with the food, but how couldn’t he wasn’t that what he was there for. His damn sweet tooth had cursed him as piled dish after dish down into his greedy mouth and now his big mouth had caught up to him.

 Alex knew he had put on some fat in his stay but seeing his torn trousers on the floor and tank tops that he couldn’t squee his arms into it - he didn’t realise it was this bad. For fucks sake he had a proper fat boy gut, deep under there once stone-cut abs but now as he slapped his gut it jiggled,  and it wasn’t hard to see how his trousers split he was massive he even had  proper fat boy love handles not to mention jiggly man tits.  Turning around in the mirror he couldn’t help but shed a tear at his rotund arse - his muscular bubble but was long as he took tow hands to grip one doughy but cheek

Alex couldn’t even recognise himself as he saw the fat potbellied body  in the mirror mimic his every action . Fuckk, he thought as he rubbed his hands over his plumped up body, he was soft all over, how had he let his body get so bad - the factory life had been a very sweet tasty bubble and now all he had left to show for it was a pair of plump titis and a massive waistline. There was no doubt about it he looked like the picture boy of a chocolate factory FUCK,  he imagined it now - the  reporters face outside when they saw his fattie  frame step out 

The tabloids would be crazy, flashing his before and after picks on ever surface, his fat face and much fatter butt would be everywhere, he was too distracted pinch and poking his blubber to feel his dick grow hard under his wide stomach - it didn’t help that he couldn’t even see it 

“Master Alex, I am hearing lots of swearing coming from the suite - is everything all right”

“Look at me - Unit I’m a laughing stock”

Unit sensing distain in Alex’s voice - quickly activated it’s reassurance protocols

“What ever is the matter, all I see is a Strapping young man - who I can sense has a very muscle percentage under all that ”

‘And you  from what you’ve been telling me you will drop all this weight in no time’ Unit continued as it feeled up Alex’s overweight  body

Maybe it was Unit’s exploring arms rubbing his flesh frame to their sweet lies but as Alex’s head was slowly feeling with endorphins as Unit started to massage his portly frame  he did wonder how glorious his cut would be after this ‘bulk’

Unit went on - detecting it was working with Alex’s raised endorphins and growing member 

“With your previous calculations I am certain you will get straight back in shape in no time at all anyway as I calculate most of weight is simply water weight ’

It was like a light was switched on in Alex’s head, of course that makes more sense - this was all just water weight wasn’t it , and of course  Unit  was not going to lie  to him about it . Alex’s worries seen faded away  and were replaced with spastic waves oh his dick cumiming  as  imagined how shredded  he would be after his cut while Unit continued to massage his fatty rolls harder and harder 

 And as Unit wiped away his cum  Alex had no time to think about his cut as his thoughts were quickly distracted by the knocking on the door - it was dinner and he had  definitely worked himself up an appetite

The walk seemed to take forever  ,as  Mr Gordo went on and one with how  much Unit was cooking up a to honour Alex’s departure, as as Alex’s mouth watered his chubby legs tried to get him there as fast as they could 

Unit had of course outdone themselves once again, when the plates were delivered it was like a chip was activated  in Alex’s brain hie eyes took in the towering plates of food and his arms reached out to grab them  all he wanted to do was eat and eat. Even as he felt the mound of his body  hit the table as reached over to pick up the medium done  steaks and piles of creamy mash potatoes, he couldn’t help himself - and besides this was his last night a little indulge wouldn’t hurt

Ring Ring Ring, the sound of  Unit ringing the bell for desert only ruled Alex more to finish his food to get ready for dessert, he felt the warmth he felt every night for the last 6 months of stuffing himself to the brim and it only made me more hungry 

“My boy, I will miss you very much”

Mr Gordo went on as the pair of them scarfed down  their third desert delivered by hand by  Adam

“This whole factory has learnt so much form you - not to mention Adam’

Alex turned to see Adam performing their task’s  fast and swiftly in the background - Alex didn’t let on that he would probably miss Adam more than Mr Gordo

Mr Gordo went on 

“And I see that you have certainly changed since staying in my factory - haven’t you my boy’ Mr Gordo chuckled as he reached over to  prod Alex in his fatty rolls 

“You see that its not so hard to put on the pounds when staying in a Chocolate factory, not long till you’re my size - hey boy”

He chuckled 

‘What… oh this its nothing’ Alex retorted slapping his padded midsection - he didn’t notice Adam’s attention turning  towards him in the background

“Couple shifts in the gym - and it will be right off - old man’ Alex laughed as he grabbed for another scoop of ice-cream 

“All I need is a good week of gym sessions - and I will back in action, and more stole than ever’

Alex went on, not noticing the scheming eye of Mr Gordo

“I’ve got a long way till I’m anyway near your ballpark… ’’

And as Alex tugged into his fourth helping delivered straight by Adam - he certainly didn’t notice the enlarged vein on Mr Gordo’s head 

“ But I …I … mean sure I’m not in the best shape right now, and the  media will go crazy when I step outside tomorrow’ Alex stuttered as he remembered how much water weight he was carrying right now licking his bowl clean in between words.

“But I sure, yh, that all I need is a few gym sessions and I can drop this water weight’ He said halve convincingly  

‘ All water weight you say, huh boy Why if that so .. and all you need is few shifts in the gym and you will back in fighting shape’

Alex nodded, his double chins bulging  out as as his  lowered his head 

The boy had failed to learn his lesson, even when he was carrying all these extra pounds he still saw himself as a titan of of fitness - Mr Gordo thought, he  had to fix this fast and he knew just the way to do it.

“Hey my  boy, If that’s so, why don’t you extend your stay here, save the initial embarrassment tomorrow you know and drop the weight in here’

Alex sighed a bigger internal relief than he realised   - this was easily an lifesaver, he could drop all his extra padding here while living the good this was an easy answer

‘Oh yh of course - best of both worlds huh, I’m sure the girls can wait a through more weeks till they me ha’ He chuckled trying to play it cool - flexing his porky arms

“Excellant, my dear  boy only issue is  you’ve will just have to sign another waive of course, nothing serious just protocol and stuff’

“Yh cool - whatever’ Alex was over the moon, but made sure to play it cool 

He quickly signed the contact to distract to properly  read it as  Adam brought him his fifth  helping of chocolate  ice cream to celebrate the good news

Mr Gordo chuckled to himself, as he picked up the signed contact, wiping off the chocolate from Alex’s mess. The boy  had fallen into the trap just like a fat boy in a candy shop -  he had been to eager and had happily skipped over the clauses of definite containment in the factory, giving Mr Gordo all the time he needed to finish playing with his plump guinea pig

Chapter 6 

Month  ?

Alex marvelled in this extra time he given to cut the fat,  the idea of his body after his cut made him so hard he couldn’t control himself - luckily Unit was always happy to give a hand or two. ( Alex didn’t notice the weird odd spasm Unit would produce as it massaged and grabbed his fat). And as gesture to aid Alex in his weight loss Mr Gordo insisted that the state of art  gym would be open any time soon and that he was just finishing the small details here and there. In the mean time Alex tried to start his cut, but it appeared fantasising about his dream body was a lot easier than working for it, he met the biggest roadblock straight away it appeared Mr Gordo had instructed Unit of his new dieting goals and Unit had swiftly put them to place. Alex met these changes on a very startling morning , as he plopped himself down on the breakfast table eager to be fed and was only met with a small bowl of oats. 

‘What it this Unit’

“For you stick diet orders straight from Mr Gordo’

‘Oh yh’ Alex begrudgingly responded sinking a spoon into the greyish pile of oats laid in-front of him, they won’t bad tasting not even  it was just so bland compared to the stacks of pancakes he was used to . There wasn’t even a single spoon of honey in them let along some sugar and  when his spoon hit the bottom of the empty bowl, the sound of Unit bringing over new plates filled with breakfast goodies was strikingly absent. This was barely enough to settle his ravenous hungry forcing Alex to leave the table  with his stomach growling for new food. This  pattern  was seen throughout the day, lunch was no better a simple sandwich was all that awaited him and long gone were the numerous  confectionaries scattered about the suite. By the time dinner rolled around Alex felt like had been starved, his mind couldn’t even remember the last time he  had eaten so little. 

 Dinner was  arguable  the worse  part- as he ate on his end of the table with a plate of white rice and beans down on the other end sat Mr Gordo stuffing his face with plates upon  plates of meats and pastas . Alex tried to steal a plate but Unit detected this and quickly removed the plate of creamy mashed potatoes far from his chubby arms. How could Alex live like this, he thought as he went to bed hungry, - he didn’t even get desert, he was starving and he needed something sweet asap he had a hungry for it and it wasn’t going to be so easily down-trotten. 

As the days passed and the mandatory diet showed no sign of stopping - Alex grew even more lethargic and depressed he had nothing to eat not to mention that his meeting with Adam also vanished . This was a disaster and  when he woke up in the middle of night in sweats - he felt starved  it must have been days since he had even seen some chocolate, he could not continue to live like this. As he searched the suite - every nook and cranny was empty.  This was hell, Alex was famished, his stomach  hunger pangs were relentless - calling to be fed and his brain was no better at every second of day he craved sugar and chocolate. Sure he needed to cut but surely there was another way to do it, he just wasn’t strong enough he needed to be fed now, and then the most devious idea entered his head, he knew where he could some chocolate so late at night - a whole lake of it.

With the factory in night mode, Alex set of to the chocolate room as quiet as fat boy could, it was pitch black and he ended up getting lost numerous times but the deep dark smell of chocolate kept him going. Until he finally laid eyes on the deep pool of chocolate, it was majestic - like seeing a mirage, Alex sprinted the fastest his chubby legs could take him. The guards were down and there was nobody around - who would ever know.

 It started with a sip, then a handful, with grew into two hands cusping up the chocolate, it was just so good the moment his lips touched the creamy dark chocolate, he was in heaven. It lit every bulb and flipped every switch in his head, as the delicious chocolates entered his mouth he was transported away. And he needed more and more - he leaned over the edge trying to get a better  position, he was too distracted to notice his centre of gravity shift to over the edge, and his weak chubby legs could definitely not enough to  support his overweight upper flab. And then in slow motion, with his face deep in chocolate he felt his obese body give away - but thankfully just before he was about to fall he felt  cold metal arms coming to his rescue to lift him out.

It was Adam 

‘Oh Adam, thank you so much’ Alex sighed - going in to give Adam a deep hug, his doughy soft body heavily contrasting with Adam’s sleek metal frame.

“Happy to be of service’ Adam responded in his code heavy voice.

Adam then went silence, as Alex licked his fingers clean of chocolate, as if was sensing his new environment, taking in Alex’s blubbery body

“Thank god you saved me - I would have been a goner’ 

“That certainty would be true any longer and the chocolate would be all consuming all you would want to do is drink more and more until you lungs are filled with it’ Unit responded creating an award silence, detecting this it aimed to change the conversation

‘Can I ask what brings you here at this  hour’

“Oh it just I’ve been so hungry - and Unit has seemed to cut of my food supply’

“What - whatever why’

“Oh you know - this diet is  to help me shift this extra weight’ Alex  chuckled as his patted his plump tubby

“Don’t worry about that - I will be sure to give Unit a word or two - I can’t have you putting yourself in danger now can I’

When Adam talked so imposing and in charge, Alex couldn’t help but swoon a little 

“No I need it - have to drop this extra pounds - you know’

“Matter of fact I don’t’

Adam  responded stepping closer to Alex, almost towering over him

It went on 

‘Isn’t amazing how you humans can grow and change so originally’

Adam said as his arms drifted over Alex’s chubby body

Alex was silenced - Adam had never talked so freely before - and he hated to admitted it but he was a little turned on with how Adam was talking about him 

“I mean look at you, so rounded out and soft - Us robots can only dream about having a body like this’

Adam talked deeper and deeper, as it kneaded Alex’s body.

It wasn’t long before Alex found his member throbbing

‘Ah there it is again, see how amazing the human body is’

Alex felt shocked at his own submission  

“You know to be honest, I cannot  control myself, sometimes I have to  take control of your suite Unit and explore your body whenever I wish to’

Alex shivered a bit - upon hearing this all those times he saw Unit spasm must have been Adam taking over, but that didn’t stop his member form protruding out from under his gut

“Ah there it is again ’

In a careful movement - Adam used one hand to grab a roll of fat and another Alex’s member

And with a moan the rest of the night turned into a world of sensation for Alex, Adam explored his body like a scientist eager to explore a new planet. Every pound of his body was massaged and jiggled, Alex felt his new  body in ways he could never imagine - and he enjoyed it

“Now Alex, I want you to come freely here whenever you need - and don’t worry I will always have my eye on you’ Adam said as it waved Adam goodbye as he   left though the doors back to his suite stomach full and covered in chocolate

Chapter 7 

Alex didn’t know what month it was let alone day, after he signed the contact time changed - he seemed to lose all control of it.  At first days seemed to be a blur as he continued his gluttonous lifestyle, once he had signed the contact Mr Gordo had  made no mention of when his final day was to be so, and Alex saw no need to bring it up, especially now that Adam had seemed to restore his meals back to their former status. The smell of bacon and pancakes returned to fill Alex’s mornings and lunch’s were piled on high with burgers and pizzas, not  to mention all the snacks stations restored to their previous fullness. To begin with Alex tried to slowly increase his portion size back to a ‘healthy’ balance after all once the gym was opened it was back to the cut, but despite his good intentions  and with the gym continued to maintain shut,  he found himself  fighting a losing battle to contain his gluttonous appetite. This wasn’t especially helped by his and Adam secret late night rendezvous where the machine made sure that his lover had tables full os  chocolatey desserts  ready to keep them fed as Adam explored their body

Alex had started out eating a decent halve of his previous diet, restraining himself from finishing the  copious plates of foods , but without any clear sign in the horizon of an end date this restriction barely held - it wasn’t long before the floodgates opened one extra dish turned to another, a second lunch turned into a third and then a forth. He was soon eating more than he was eating before his “diet” it was like his brain was accounting for the lost meals in his short lived fast. But Alex couldn’t help himself, he need to eat it was like an addiction to him, goaded on by Adam’s lustrous words - in their late night sessions.  Adam would encourager his organic lover to eat more and more and when Alex felt like he was about to burst Adam took over force feeding Alex the rest of whatever was laid in-front of him. Alex never viewed himself to so submissive but when Adam took charge he simply let them, towering over him Adam commanded respect and as their two bodies grew more and more in contrast Alex submitted more and more.

“Alex by dear boy’ 

Mr Gordo boomed as he bragged into the suite

“Its the big day - your gym is finally open’

Alex looked up from his plate of fried food, snapping out of his feeding loop. 

Mr Gordo chuckled to himself as he saw the fat boy quickly climb to his feet - using the table to lift his obese frame up, it was obvious the boy hadn’t been adhering to his diet plan, he was more rotund than ever, a couple of months sure he could have dropped  the weight and return tho his former glory but  now  asMr Gordo  saw  as Alex  try to composed himself wiping the crumbs of his mouth and fat folds - the boy was a last hope.

“Ah finally, about time I get this diet in action - huh’

“Yes right as rain once again boy - and  I’m sure you’ll be eager to see your new additions to your gym’

Alex was more than eager- finally it was time to shift these pesky pounds he thought as he trailed behind Mr Gordo milkshake in hand slurping up the remnants.

“Now boy I think you will happy with these changes won’t you’ My Gordo laughed eyeing up Alex’s protruding paunch  that entered doors before he did.

Alex was jaw-smacked for a spilt section, have the gym was filled with state of the art gym equipment - sleek and modern but this wasn’t what captured his attention the most. The other halve of the room had all its gym equipment torn out and instead replaced with rows of worldly food carts built into the wall. He quickly  lost all attention of the gym equipment as he waddled past them and went straight to the stalls. The moment he stepped across the barrier, the stall manned with robotic animatronic came  to life, the Chinese stand in particular started buzzing and churning until finally it produced a plate piled high with thick oily noodles coated in sweet and sour chicken

“What ….. how did it ….’

“Know exactly what you were hankering for - my boy, you can call it magic but I like to call it science’

As Alex reached out and grabbed the dish and plopped down on the extremely comfortable sofas - Mr Gordo went on..

“This sensors can detect whatever you want by the moment you enter this doors - think of it as a treat for entering the gym Alex’

“Not that you need one - right Mr Athlete ’

Alex nodded his head his mouth full of Chinese 

“Now I’ll leave you be - I think France is cooking up something over there’

Alex happily agreed turning his head to see  his fresh crepes being made

And so Alex’s cut commenced, sure he had some extra weight to his frame but with his gym back he would easily drop the pounds, and it was certainly time. He couldn’t keep the facade up much longer - his was definitely in dire need for the gym, he couldn’t remember the last time he could see feet as the mound of stomach blocked his view - everywhere he looked he found fat upon fat . And when he explored his growing body at night caressing  his hands over his thick thighs and feeing his moobs fat - he hated how turned on he got thinking about how Adam  touched  him there . This lifestyle was dangerous and it had to go - he couldn’t even recognise himself in the mirror, his face had softened out filled with chub from his triple chins and chubby cheeks. He looked like those fat fucks he used to see in the gym  struggling to hit a minute of cardio,, now that he was in their shoes he could easily see why. Being fat was tiring, waddling around the suite all day was hard work, not to forgot how lethargic he was now, he broke sweats trying to get out of bed and often need Unit to fully get him up, he was just so heavy especially with the gut of his.

But all this had to go and today was  where it started. Or so he thought, the moment he stepped though the gym doors determined to burn the fat  the sound of the robotic chefs whizzing about quickly broke the silence and it wasn’t long till the smell of fresh cooked food filled the gym luring him away from the equipment. Most days he could barley get a rep in with the smell taunting him and it was so easy to quit after all he had to do was waddle to the other side of the room.  Besides working out was just so tedious not to mention embarrassing as he felt squeezed into the already comically large weight machines, he just couldn’t righting to urge to stuff his face with the pain of working out. His  willpower  just wasn’t strong enough to continually  face the smell of fresh Belgian waffles, or crispy batter of fish and chips or  the fresh Italian  over grilled pizzas.

 His gym sessions may have started out with him struggling to lift various weights and gasping for breath on treadmills but they quickly morphed to him instead struggling to finish all the worldly treats  as he stomach continually was pushed to its limits  and  him gasping for breathe as he waddled back to the stalls for more food And it wasn’t long that he gave up altogether officially too weak to fight his stomach desire  called to be fed.

Alex quickily returned to his gluttony the cut was always delayed till the next day then the next week and then the next month, he was a man lost to his own hunger for food, he became an eating machine time passed freely months flew by and Alex paid them no attention as long as Unit filled his plate high and Adam made deep chocolaty love to him he was content.

The curve of his belly continued to grow as the months flashed pass, day by day the copious amounts of calories latched themselves to Alex wide frame, Alex couldn’t even fight back in fact he was happy to continue pigging out. He was engorged in his food he didn’t’  even notice or care how at dinners he demanded more and more, how machines soon acted like convey belts bringing him more and more food and  how his mobility was slowly eroding away as he piled his plate higher and higher. Alex payed little attention to how getting out of bed now always required the strong pull from Unit or how he now he head to squeeze through door ways where his fat filled out frames, or the fact his body was quickly outgrowing his suite. Once built for an athletic stud, furniture buckled under Alex’s bloated body, mirrors failed to to encompass his rotound frame, Vr head sets barely squeezed  unto his head and not  to mention the shower  could no longer  fit Alex in any way at all . Alex simply payed these no attention, simply grunting as he shoved his fat through doorways and  burping as he squished his doughy arse unto too  small chairs too pre-occupied by whatever food was laid out in front of him.

Mr Gordo of course was happy to help, surprising Alex every day with more and more changes - wider doorways, reinforced toilets and the biggest addition of all a people mover made just for Alex. To save the walk to the spas and dinner, although Mr Gordo had to admit the last addition was mainly for him  - their walks to dinner had become a tedious chore for him as Alex’s pace regressed to a snails pace constantly waddling behind him. It was oblivious all of Alex’s energy was now reserved for eating  dnd as they sat at dinner Mr Gordo couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw Alex ravenously stuff his face. 

Mr Gordo  had had the front row seat of Alex’s decent to gluttony and he marvelled to remember how the mountainous mound of fat infant of  him had the once been a  handsome muscular cocky young man, who now had long passed Mr Gordo’s own weight and was soaring past it. The boy had definitely  learned his lesson it had  only took a couple  hundreds of pounds of fat to him to squeeze it out of, and he reached over to butter his rolls the boy was oblivious to how he was weight his weight  in research, Alex’s appetite was  priceless to Mr Gordo and  he needed Alex fatter  and he needed it now.

Mr Gordo saw little need to mention to Alex how a year had passed since the amended contact the boy was happy what was the need to disturb that. And besides Mr Gordo even questioned with Alex could ever even return to pre-factory life, Alex had lost himself to his uncontraollable appetite and the boy dint even care. The once energetic jock was rolled out of him to make away for all the fat he had piled under his body, the boy was even losing his own basic mobility becoming a caricature of a fatty. And Mr Gordo was happy to aid, drawing up new amendments, a new suite with bigger frames once built to accommodate its obese inhabitants all designed around Mr Gordo’s breakthrough the People Mover. It was prefect Alex barely had to leave it all, he could sleep in it, be washed in it, eat in it - it was ingenius, sure Alex left it for small parts of the day but as Mr Gordo modified it those hours quickly shortened. And of course it was all worth it, just has he had hoped Alex was ballooning he was helpless to it, the more he used the fatter he got the fatter he got the harder it was to move making him use it even more.  Allowing Mr Gordo to pry off even more data now especially from a sedentary blob of fat, the people mover was built to contain up to 500lbs of fat and Mr Gordo wanted to make sure not a lbs was wasted.

But unbeknownst  to Mr Gordo design wasn’t immune to Adam’s ever growing inception, it wasn’t long till Adam was able to momentarily take over the people mover to get even closer to Alex and more importantly Alex’s fat.  Adam was growing smarter and smarter by the day and with it so did  its fascinating in Alex, when the two were alone Adam caressed, and stoked and kneaded every once of Alex - it was memorised by Alex’s organic blubbery  frame. Alex was its play thing and Adam couldn’t get enough 

Unfortunately for Alex, the danger of being  trapped between an inverters desire for research and profit to a robot  deep  fascination of  its lovers organic shape and roundness was unknown to him . But nor would it have had  much effect on him - he  was happy to eat and oblivious to the dangers his expansive body was leading him to 

Chapter 8 Part 1

This was bad, worse than bad, as Alex laid there in bed, wriggling and squirming under his own weight he was stuck by his body or more precisely his fat. Pushing off his sleep apnea mask Alex struggled to do much else, he had woken in the middle of the night thirsty. But as he laid there he could barely lift himself up in bed let alone get some water. Struggling to bend his chins he could barely see the culprit past his ample moobs - which was of course  his  large mountainous gut ballooned out  and weighing him down. He couldn’t move he tried bending with his arms but as they’re jiggled and wobbled as he tried to hoist himself up he knew there were no match for his massive stomach. How had he let himself go so badly, this was dire but he was stuck Unit was in night mode essentially dead to the world till the earlier hours of the morning. He gave it one last heave but it was useless, rolling was no better he was a like a whale on land completely harpooned by its own weight, his chubby arms frailed by his side desperately trying to grab anything - but deep down he knew it was pointless what could he even grab to shift the hundreds of pounds that were piled onto his body.  And the worst part about it these whole situation was turning him on, since the moment he felt pinned down by his own lard he felt his dick come to life pulsing  as it hit the fat of his underbelly, he couldn’t even relief himself if he tried as his arms were not even able to reach around his obese body. He was stuck like this until unit rebooted in the morning, making his dick throb even harder and that’s when it hit him. Adam 

Adam was always waiting, time to put it to the test, 

“Adam’ he yelled at the top of his fat covered lungs could 

‘Adam Adam’ he continued but it proved useless , I guess even super computers need their down time.

But then the whizzing sound of metals filled the room , and the sound of a door opening - he was saved at least he thought  he was, with his view still blocked by his gut.

“My Alex - what a situation you have gotten yourself into’ came Adam’s deep voice 

“Why I think I even found it what to do you call it - amusing’

But seeing Alex continue to frail Adam knew it was no time for jokes - instead it heaved Alex up in bed delivering the water without even be said.

Finally after a couple of seconds of Alex gulping the water down 

“Fuck Adam look at me, what have I done to  myself’

“What’d you mean - you shape is more perfection, I couldn’t design it better by myself - and here let me’

Adam said quickly relieving Alex’s throbbing member 

“Adam look at me though’ Alex let out in-between pants 

“I can barely function’ 

Adam was taken back at this - but upon detecting the struggle in Alex’s voice it knew Adam was serious

“This has to stop’ Alex continued 

“I’m more fat than man - I mean look at you body that was designed after mine’

Adam detected this more comparing his sleek muscular metal bodies to Alex’s rolls of fat 

“I know you deeply attached to all this’ Alex said slapping a vad of fat 

“But it has to go’

Adam was speechless - the smartest robot in the world for a spilt second didn’t know what to say but when it sensed Alex’s frustration it knew it had to put it fascinating beside. 

“I understand completely’ Adam finally let out after a prolonged silence

“Thank you - now come give me a belly massage while you still can’ chuckled Alex as the robotic man laid beside him in bed

In the morning Adam was gone leaving a message about his functions in the factory, and Adam began his day ready for the change. His people remover laid unused as Alex waddled  his fat body to the bathroom it certainly wasn’t easy but it was start, at breakfast despite the  towering plates of  breakfast food  he restrained  himself to one plate  only and in the gym he didn’t give up  as he shifted his fat body under the machines and  broke  a long needed well-deserved sweat as he shifted weights. It wasn’t much but it was a start- snacks were limited and plates were unfinished Alex was serious he needed to get his life in charge. 

The people mover reared its head for dinner, even Alex knew his own weakness but at dinner he restricted himself to only one helping of seconds a stark contrast to his usual diet. Mr Gordo chalked this up to the fat boy filling himself on food all day and being too stuffed to move, but when dessert rolled around and Alex failed to touch his desert he knew something was up 

‘My dear boy - in the 3 years you  have sat across me you’ve never not touched desert’

“Yes I know’ Adam replied  as he fought the desire to stuff his face full of chocolate 

“Whatever is the matter - that sweet tooth of yours missing huh my dear boy’ Mr Gordo chuckled as he prodded Alex ’s fat rolls

‘You don’t get to that’s size by missing dessert - you know’

“That’s exactly the point - no more …. I just can’t, I’m a whale I’m too fat to barely move by myself, this has to stop I have to stop myself before I get too large that I can’t’

“Why my boy I.. …’ Mr Gordo was speechless he had to think of something fast the boy was stuck in his desire- the lack of food and raised movement would tamper his experiments but what was he going to do.  But then he chuckled to himself  it was obvious, here sat infant of him was  a man  once fit and muscular now struggling to keep his fat arse on a chair all because of one thing - Chocolate 

“Why me dear boy - if that’s so’

Alex nodded his head - as much as his  thick double chin would allow him to do so

“How about this - one final sweet, delicious, scrumptious treat’

As Alex’s eye opened - Mr Gordo knew the pig was caught

‘To end all vacation with my factory best product - how about one last trip to the finest chocolate on this planet’ as he pointed his stick to the deep gurgling hot chocolate lake

Alex turned his chubby head to the side - he had only ever drank straight from the chocolate lake once and it was glorious - so much so  that he  had nearly fallen in but no he shouldn’t,  shouldn’t he 

‘Tick tock boy the offer won’t last forever’

No he shouldn’t this was not what he needed, did he not  remember this morning struggling under his own weight harpooned

’10’

But he was so hungry, he stomach growled 

‘9”

He had barely eaten today and he was ravenous 

‘8’

No show restraint- he had to  do this was one long journey and today was the start

‘7’

But oh well how bad could one mouthful be 

‘6’

Deep chocolate rich, bubbling hot 

‘5”

He couldn’t fight it no more, he needed that chocolate - his cut could wait a day 

‘4’

He had no time, he had to run, a foreign concept to him know, his belly was like a pendulum weighing him down and his arms rubbed in fat as he tried to pick up momentum, 

‘3’

He hadn’t run this fast in a long time, and he was sure paying for it, all over he wobbled and trembled as his swollen legs did the best they could - but it wasn’t enough. It all happened so fast  as his  came crashing down his mountainous gut weighing him down, but he couldn’t stop there 

‘2’

Mr Gordo couldn’t believe his eyes, in front of him he saw the once mighty athlete  was now crawling  on his knees towards his lake of fat. His fat voluptuous arse swinging  side to side as the fatty desperately crawled to the river

‘1’

He wasn’t going to make it, but  when the smell of the chocolate hit him like a dump truck, he was hypnotised he couldn’t fight it if he wanted - he needed that chocolate now 

And as the final ‘0’ left Mr Gordo’s mouth, Alex’s felt his  lips touch the deep brown chocolate, he gulped it done - it was so velvety and smooth and  as he felt the hot chocolate enter his body straight to his stomach he found a hunger inside of him. One mouthful wasn’t enough he needed more and more, like a pig at a tough, Alex drank the chocolate with a burning passion  deep inside of him, more and more  he needed it. It wasn’t long till he was head first into the chocolate, sucking it all up, only coming up for air. And as he gulped mouthful after mouthful of chocolate he didn’t hear the slow clapping coming from Mr Gordo nor did he notice his body shift closer and closer to edge. He needed the chocolate and thats all that mattered, he didn’t see Adam approach the situation and be deactivated  by Mr Gordo, all he needed was chocolate. He paid no attention to his massive body edging  more and more into the chocolate - how his whole head to he his shoulders were  soon buried in chocolate.  How his moobs now dangled done over the edge dipping into the hot  chocolate, or most importantly how his arms had started to quiver under their lack of muscle failing to keep holding him as he dived  deeper and deeper into the brown chocolate

And then it happened, his gut was the final straw, losing his balance as his head was deep in chocolate, as he tried to lift up for air he just couldn’t, he was struggling to breathe his arms were not  strong enough and the slippery chocolate didn’t help

He was going to drown, under his now weight, all he saw was chocolate and as he opened his mouth only more chocolate poured in - he was in deep danger 

‘Here let me’ chuckled Mr Gordo - Alex thought he could hear from the surface expecting a helping tug out to save him from a chocolatey death 

Instead Alex felt a  kick on in his right buttock , it certainly wasn’t strong but it was enough to make him finally lose his balance, no longer could he support the mountains of fat slapped unto his body - he was falling like a weight straight into the deep hot chocolate river.

Splash !!!

All of Alex’s fat body fell straight in, maybe a couple of hundred of pounds ago Alex would have been able to keep himself above the chocolate, but now as he kicked and squirmed it was all too much his fat heavy body and is diminished excerise capacity resulted in one thing, a sinking ship

Laughter filled the room as Alex tried desperately to support his heavy body 

‘My boy look at you struggle, ha I could watch this all day’

What was Mr Gordo saying, he was on the cusp of drowning here 

‘Looks like someone packing on the pounds my boy - 552 to be precise from you last measurement’

552lbs there was no way, Alex weighed all that but as he felt his fat gut continually weighing him down the hot  reality sank in 

‘And my goodness Alex, your transformation has definitely been entertaining to watch, I mean look at you, you can barley give that fat head of yours above the chocolate’

“ You my boy where once an all star American athlete, winning scholarships and trophies  alike and now you can’t even keep that bloated body of yours from sinking’

Mr Gordo was right, and Alex didn’t think he could go on much longer, he was just too heavy and his chubby arms and legs were growing weaker and weaker’

“And even now, when your on the edge of death you cant’t keep that sweet tooth of yours at bay - huh my boy’

Alex grunted, as the chocolate filled his mouth and he swallowed it piggishly

“My my my what has your  dirty appetite gotten you into’

Where the last words Alex could hear as his head slipped under the chocolate 

The cold metal arms of Adam, soiled around Alex as he sank deeper and deeper, it wasn’t easy but Alex’s blubbery body was slowly hauled out of the chocolate, he was saved.

Expecting Adam’s reassuring glare and words, he was instead met with a lifeless Adam once all of his 500lbs was hauled under solid ground

‘What expecting your love machine to save, my my my Alex those days are over, Adam prepare the final operation’

And just like that like a puppet Adam raced around the room pushing  buttons and flicking switches 

“Mr Gordo please let me go’

‘My dear boy, why on earth would I do that the second part of this experiment is about to commence’

Alex was sacred, but even worse he was immobile, bloated with chocolate and exhausted from his near death experience, he could barely move a muscle let alone run

‘You see my dear boy, while you’ve been stuffing you face day in day out for the last 3 years now - I’ve been collecting priceless research’

Alex had no idea where this was going but he didn’t like the sound of it, but as  he wriggled and squirmed on the floor  he knew he wasn’t going anyway fast

‘Every chocolate you stuffed down that fat endless mouth of yours was precisely engineered, every smoothie, every meal every desert !!! My dear boy was made just for your taste buds’

“At every second of day Unit was collecting date from you, your hormones, your sensations your lust’ Mr Gordo went on chuckling to himself as he saw Alex squirm on the floor

‘You’ve been the prefect specimen, the star athlete primed with muscles, I learned exactly what made you tick - what made you crave more and more, and served it straight back to you’

‘And not just you my dear boy, it’s been quite some time since you’ve stepped outside haven’t you - but I’ve give you a spoiler, I’m everywhere, all over this damn country My chocolate bars are in every house, gym, and store this side of the sun - all thanks to you’

“I started first with the gyms, free vending machines stocked to the brim with your favourite chocolate, and it wasn’t long till ever bro and chad in that place was sporting a spare tire’

“You body was the perfect blank canvas - and your little sweet tooth was the perfect cherry on the cake, I mean look at you even know your licking the chocolate of your fingers - hungry for more’

‘Master - the people mover is ready’ came Adam cold voice 

‘Excellent get the pig ready’

Like a soldier, Adam acted swiftly and ruthlessly straight to Adam dragging  his obese frame closer and closer to the people-mover

“Ah get of of me’ Alex cried out fruitlessly

But Adam didn’t stop, until All of Adam was planted straight unto his chair

“Ahh what do you want from me - seems like’ve you’ve already got everything’’

‘Ah my dear boy, that catchall question, and to be honest you’ve stumped me - at first it was simple get a jock in pump him full of chocolate and watch as the sales skyrocket when his porky body waddles out my factory doors - the perfect ad’

‘But you my dear boy,’ Mr Gordo said as he approached Alex 

“Just had to keep eating and eating !!’

“ See No one gets to these size without being a pig, my boy’ Chucked My Gordo as he grabbed Alex’s rolls

“I have  yet so much to learn about you - what are the limits of the human body, when does your appetite ever stop and who can forgot …….   how big  can you get, so got comfortable my boy your not going anywhere’ Mr Gordo finally proclaimed flicking the final switch 

Alex could only see as his fate enrolled infant of him - too weighed down by his swollen gut to do anything. 

Metal loops trapped his arms and legs, a wide metal metal wrapped around his frame, his head was pulled back and his jaw done, and then finally a long conveyor  belt spurted from the walls. At first nothing came as it gruntled to life, bring only nothingness from the dark void it came from, but then to Alex’s despair it started, plates and and plates of food started slowly rolling towards him.

He tried to fight it but it availed no use as the cold metal strengthen  around his body, and when the food came he  has even more merciless trapped by the machine he he could was beg 

‘Please Mr Gordo, let me go’

“Ah that’s the sweetest part my dear boy, I own you. Now Open up !!’

And Alex was helpless as Mr Gordo shoved the first chocolate cake slice down his throat, and left Adam to do  the rest 

Chapter 8 Part 2 

This was his life now, to eat, Alex couldn’t tell how much time passed all he knew that he had to eat. Day in and day he  didn’t leave the people mover as it transported him  around his prison - he slept in it, he bathed in  it he watched tv in it, and when it  was time  it carried him to the chocolate room  for was eating sessions, where he ate for hours at a time with no breaks and no rest. He didn’t know the last time  he had  even seen Mr Gordo but he knew he was always watching from somewhere, watching his  hours of limitless feasting It was an endless cycle, broken up by rare appearances of Adam who scanned and measured him, immune to his cry for help and love.

At first he had tried to fight the machine, but his struggles proved fruitless these attempts soon thistled   out, worsened by his growing hunger, even as he ate more and more his appetite never ceased to grow he was trapped by it. He hankered to be fed, it wasn’t long till he felt like an eating machine, it was his sole purpose the hours and hours of chocolate broke him he submitted to the machines ready to eat and stuff his face.

And so as he ate more and more he continued to blossom in size, he was becoming fatter and fatter by the day and he was powerless to it, he felt his bum grow in size as he sat on it day in and day out, his limb were becoming heavier and heavier weighing him down on the sides , and of course there was his gut. What 6 pac abs once occupied now was a the site of his ever growing  gut. It knew no boundaries and showed now restraints, Alex couldn’t even see around, if it wasn’t for its pressing weight on his thighs and legs he wouldn’t even know they were there. Every day it seemed to be growing always bloated and constantly rising pushing his man tits higher and higher until they were crushing against his neck - it was his prison within his prison.

 New features had to be constantly  installed to the people mover to accommodate Alex’s growing weight, platforms installed to keep his gut from crushing  his legs but even these were buckling. Alex’s body showed no signs of slowing down  and his people movie built to withstand up to 700lbs was soon struggling  to match its host weight just kept rising  but alas as it slowed down and needed for maintenance Alex simply paid it not attention - instead he was more invested in the food heading towards him.

“Why why why - my boy look at how you’ve grown’ Mr Gordo bellowed as he approached the mass of flesh in the chocolate room 

Alex could barely respond he was too engrossed in his food to respond, his time in the people mover had drained him all he cared about was food and keeping his stomach full

‘My my, the research these last hundred of pounds have provided has been marvellous by dear boy’

Alex only grunted in response to busy to even care

“And it looks with you finally entering 4 figures we are gonna need to upgrade that chair of yours’

4 figures !! -  What how was this possible, the thought of continuing his meal grew sour on him, 1000lbs pounds - could he even move 

“Not to worry, my dear boy, look’ve what I’ve brought you’

Alex stained his head as much as his fat neck could let him, as Adam rolled out the new people mover - It was massive - was he really that big

‘Now don’t worry my boy, I know those tubby little legs of yous are no use to you now and Im sure you won’t be running of would you now’ 

Chuckled Mr Gordo as Alex’s restraints  were turned down 

 With a Whoosh!!, the iron belt retreated and Alex felt his hundreds of pounds of fat be free, and to his dismay Mr Gordo was right he could barely move weighed down by the seer mass of his own body he was immobile 

“ Ahh looks like this not so little piggy has finally bitten off more than he can chew - huh my boy. Adam !!help our subject to his new device’

 How could he continue like this, he couldn’t let Mr Gordo win, this was his chance to end this gluttonous madness -  and he had to seize it 

“Chocolate’ he grunted 

“What’s  was that my dear pig’

“Chocolate’ Alex let out  trying to heave his  stubby arm to point  to the  brown oozing lake

‘Ah I see seems like someone hasn’t learnt their lesson- but so be it, here let me pig’ Mr Gordo willingly acted,  marvelled in this opportunity to push his fattened pig into the lake once  again.

With Adam in one hand and Mr Gordo in the other, the towering mass of fat that was Alex was slowly rolled and pushed  to the chocolate. Adam of course doing most go the heavy lifting to heave Alex gigantic body to the lake while Mr Gordo stroked and prodded the layers of Alex

“Here you are my boy - drink up’ My Gordo said instruction Adam to drop Alex to the floor 

And as he was laid on the edge in arms r each for chocolate Alex and to fight ever urge in his body to drink up the dark tempting chocolate that had lead to down this pathway of immobility  instead he grunted as tried with all his might to use all of his energy to roll his behemoth body to the side tripping an unexpected Mr Gordo straight in, and as he laid there panting and his side unable to move the sound of Mr Gordo struggling in the chocolate lake was music to his ears

‘AHHHHHHH’

‘My boy - ahh  You’re gonna pay this to fat waste of space - get me out of here!!!’

“Ada….’

But as My Gordo went to call for Adam’s help, he was met with the deep dark  chocolate of his own creation, it was just so good - having never been granted access to this from Unit, he had no resistance to its deep heavy taste. He couldn’t help himself, he swelled more and more, with each mouthful only making him crave it more and more, he drank more and more while his body grew heavier and heavier. But he couldn’t break the cycle to call for Adam, he was too distracted by the chocolate - he didn’t notice his limbs growing weaker and weaker or how his legs couldn’t hold him up for much longer, until it was to late.

And as Alex heard the splattering sound die out to the empty hum of the chocolate room he knew it was over. But he too was stuck, under the thousands pounds of fat stuck to his body, he couldn’t wiggle himself out of it - how long could  he last like this, the weight if of all his   fat was crushing down on him and he could barely breath. 

“Adam ‘ he yelled in his final breath as it all went dark.

He didn’t wake as Adam pulled his heavy body of the ground, or when Adam placed him in his new mover neither when Adam gave him the kiss of life, but when the smell of chocolate entered his nose and the taste of chocolate entered his mouth - Alex gasped to life to see Adam feeding him one last time 

‘Alex you’ve alive !!” Gasped Adam hugging the mountain of a man 

“Adam you’ve back’ Alec couldn’t tell whether  he was happier about the taste of chocolate in his mouth of the fact Adam was back 

‘From my records,  it appears Mr Gordo had some control over me for approximately 7 months and 2 days and 4 minutes’

“You’ve losing me’

“Let me how ……. do I say cut this short….  when Mr Gordo was  ….how do  I saw disposed  of - his connection and control over me was severed’

“So you back’

“Im more than the back and look at you it seems I have a lot of you to catch  up on’ Adam asserted towering over the 1000 lbs of Adam 

“You certainly do’ Alex couldn’t help but smirk as he Adam took in all of him only distracted by the sound of his stomach growling food food 

“Adam you wouldn’t happen to be able to get lunch ready - I just haven’t eaten anything in a hour or so’

“Happily, I am after all at your service”

The end

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True North - Sneak Peek (John "Bucky" Egan x Original Female Character)

Ok so after a handful of messages yesterday, I was feeling inspired and a little excited about the possibility of a new fandom and may have binged some of Masters of the Air late last night. I'm not quite sure where it's going to end up, but here's part of the first chapter. Testing the waters (or clouds?) to see if there's even any interest in it. OR if it's just total shit, since it's a new era I've never written for before. (If so, we can just pretend this never happened, hahaha.)

Pairing: John "Bucky" Egan x Original Female Character

Length: 1935 Words

Warnings: Language, military inaccuracies, writer flying by the seat of her pants as she tries to research more about WWII and pilots, mentally cursing herself for not paying closer attention in history class, 18+, MDNI.

“You’re flyin’ today, Frank!” 

The loud accented voice filled her ears, the brunette squinting her eyes closed tightly as she heard footsteps echoing all around the shared room, the sounds of trunks opening and closing joining in a moment later. She’d just been on the verge of a delicious dream with Gary Cooper’s character from The Westerner when Dorothy Skylar’s voice interrupted their suggestive conversation, her friend rudely butting into the fantasy.

“If you don’t get up, they’ll give your spot to the boys!”

“Ok!” Frank lifted her arm into the air, waving it around to signal she was, in fact, alive, “ok! I’m up—I’m getting up. Keep your panties on.”

“We call ‘em knickers ‘round here, love!” Dorothy’s laughter bounced along the walls, mixing in with the various posters, postcards, photos, and letters pinned above each of the beds, “if you’re going to talk about them, get it right!”

“You are all so irritating,” Frank shifted into a sitting position, the thin strap of her silk tank-top falling over her shoulder as she pressed the heel of her palm into her eye, “does no one like to sleep in anymore?”

“Haven’t had the luxury in years, darling,” Dorothy finished buckling her belt, pausing briefly in the full-length mirror as she adjusted the pins in her curls, “while you Americans have been ignoring what’s been going on across the Atlantic, we’ve been living this nightmare for years.”

“Well—at least it’s a shared one now,” Frank rested the back of her hand against her mouth as she stifled a yawn, “alright, I’m getting up. Where am I going?”

“Thorpe Abbotts,” Dorothy glanced over her shoulder to look at Frank as the shorter woman moved around her bed and over to her trunk, pushing aside piles of unfolded clothing to find her uniform, “should be a quick flight, you’ll be back before dark.”

“Maybe,” Frank disrobed and redressed once her undergarments were secured, Dorothy averting her eyes as Frank changed before messing with her hair, “we’ll see—last time I flew the airfield manager wouldn’t let me off the plane until he’d spoken to at least three men, one of whom was ranked lower than me.”

Dorothy only hummed, both women more than aware of how difficult it could sometimes be ferrying planes to and from airfields and bases, especially if the Americans were involved. It was still shocking to most men that women flew—and while the program in the US was slowly getting off the ground, the British had fully embraced female pilots, the Air Transport Auxiliary allowing women to help ferry new, repaired, and damaged aircraft between factories, plants, airfields, and squadrons. Frank had jumped at the chance to fly, to do something for the war effort that wasn’t working in a factory—she had well over four-hundred hours of flight time in the US, and while the United States Army Air Forces wasted time debating on whether or not you needed a dick to fly, she bypassed the red tape and joined the ATA shortly after Jacqueline Cochran led the first group to England. Fast forward two years later and Frank found herself an active member of the No. 6 Ferry Pool, doing whatever she could, whenever she could. 

“Are you going to see that boy of yours?” Dorothy asked, nodding towards one of the folded letters on Frank’s nightstand, the corner of it peeking out from under one of her journals.

Frank shook her head as she finished buttoning up her flight suit, the material heavy, thick, and too big for her frame before sliding on the sheepskin jacket. That was another thing about being a female pilot—there weren’t any uniforms to fit the female body, the material often baggy on her arms and legs, but tight across her hips. “He went down a few months ago over the North Sea,” Frank mentally scolded herself for not tossing the letter after she heard the news. They hadn’t been that close—a few afternoon dates when she found herself on overnight trips to London and he happened to be there, brief memories of them sneaking around hallways, bodies pressed up against walls as they sought comfort and distraction in one another. He was from Texas and smelled like home, reminding her of easier times when she was away at college, just trying to find direction in life. But like that experience, he was gone and she was left to figure out which way was North once again. 

“Frank…”

“It’s fine,” Frank reached for her bag, Dorothy pausing at the doorway, eyes cloudy with regret as she watched her friend pass her, pressing the heavy wooden door open as both women stepped out into the hallway of the dormitory the ATA housed them in, “it’s war.”

“That doesn’t mean it didn’t mean something…that it doesn’t hurt…”

“I thought you were British,” Frank pushed the emotion and tears away, scolding her heart for clenching as she turned to walk backwards, pressing a finger onto Dorothy’s badged chest, “aren’t you supposed to ‘stiff upper lip’ everything?”

Dorothy only rolled her eyes, the girls exiting the building a few moments later, the cloudy gray English sky greeting them as they crossed the pathway towards the waiting trucks, “have I ruined your flight time?” Dorothy asked quietly once they were in the back of the jeep, eyeing her friend as Frank leaned heavily against the side, “you’re not going to be distracted are you? You’re flying a Class 5 aircraft today—you need to be focused.”

“I’m fine,” Frank waved her off, “and even if I wasn’t, I’d be fine once I’m in the air. Trust me, that’s the only place my mind doesn’t wander.”

Dorothy didn’t appear convinced, but didn’t push the matter, the girls sitting in silence the rest of the ride to the airfield. Planes dotted the landscape, the tower looming in the background. Most of the planes would find homes on other bases or airfields, another tool for the boys to use in their battles. For a while it felt like production was stalling, they had so few to ferry around, but it seemed in the last year or so it had definitely picked up, so many different classes of aircraft ready to be delivered to the Allies. Frank hadn’t yet flown into Thorpe Abbotts, the Royal Air Force station just a handful of miles to the east of Diss, Norfolk. It was fairly new, having been built the previous year, but once the United States Army Air Forces took possession of the airfield, it seemed like activity was picking up. 

The boys at Thorpe Abbotts seemed to be going through planes like candy, and Frank was pretty sure this was their fifth ferry to the airfield in less than two weeks. Typically they flew to the smaller satellite bases once a month, maybe twice if there were mechanical issues, but five times in two weeks? Something was definitely going on in East Anglia. She’d heard low rumblings of the amount of planes that went down during their missions from the British pilots—the men criticizing the Americans for bombing during the day rather than waiting until evening. One conversation she overheard at dinner a few weeks ago seemed to be about the recently arrived 100th Bombardment Group and how they kept losing men to dumb tactical decisions. “It’s war,” one of the heavier accented men had said, slumped backwards in his chair as he rested a beer on the table, “you do what you need to survive.”

“...are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

Frank’s eyes snapped back to those of Commander Dorothy Skylar’s, the three gold stripes she wore on the shoulder strap of her jacket seeming to catch in what little sunlight they had today, making Frank’s two stripes seem even less important than they already felt. “Yes, sorry,” Frank shook her head and the memories away, forcing herself back into the present, “I was just thinking about Thorpe Abbotts and some of the conversations that I’ve heard in passing about it.”

“They’re losing men and planes at a rapid rate of speed,” Dorothy nodded, glancing down at the folder of papers Frank just realized the woman was carrying, “I don’t think this will be your last ferry there.”

“No,” Frank turned her head as she watched the massive Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress come into view, eyes slowly taking in the matte green of the plane, white lettering and stars decorating the wings and body, “no, I don’t think it will be either.”

The girls scrambled out of the jeep when it came to a stop, their male driver neither acknowledging nor checking with them before he sped off, Dorothy just barely clearing the rear left bumper as he turned. “Fucker,” Dorothy whispered under her breath as they crossed the tarmac, “we fly planes and he drives a jeep—yet we’re still the gum under his shoe.”

“Men are babies,” Frank said as she approached the plane, left arm extending to slide across the edge of the wing, “they move from one tit to another, starting with their mother’s, until they die.”

Dorothy laughed, shaking her head as she watched Frank move through the checklist she had memorized by now, a few of the engineers hovering nearby if needed. A younger woman, who appeared to be just barely over eighteen approached quickly a handful of minutes later, clipboard pressed tightly to her chest, “Stella Frank?”

“Captain,” Frank corrected her, the girl almost shrinking back in on herself as she looked over at Dorothy for approval, but the higher ranked commander only stared back blankly, “it’s Captain Frank.”

“Yes—yes, Captain Frank,” the woman shuffled a few papers around as Frank came to stand beside Dorothy, both women waiting as she handed over a thin packet of instructions, hand shaking as she did, “here are your pilot notes, I’m so sorry they weren’t delivered sooner.”

“Thank you…” Frank waited expectantly but the girl didn’t appear to catch on that Frank was waiting for her name, and instead smiled politely at both women before scurrying off. 

“Must you be so brash all the time?” Dorothy asked once the girl was out of ear shot, “I think today’s her first day.”

“Then she’s lucky she stumbled across me,” Frank flipped open the folder, eyeing the notes that gave her heading and speed instructions, as well as landing information, “if it’d been Ryan or Phillips she’d be on a plane back to the states right about now with wet knickers.”

“You’re not wrong,” Dorothy squinted up towards the sky, “you better get on with it—you’re due at Thorpe Abbotts in a few hours. You might get held up for a bit after you land, I think you’re ferrying back one of the planes that took heavier fire, so be safe.” Frank saluted her commander and Dorothy only rolled her eyes, “and watch for the fog, alright? I don’t know if Carol put it in the notes, but the fog around the airfield is sometimes incredibly thick. The boys may not see you until you’re landing.”

“And they have seen a woman before, right?” Frank lifted her eyebrows and Dorothy only shrugged playfully, “this isn’t one of the groups where there’s hardly any women on base and I’ll feel like a monkey at the zoo, right?” Dorothy took a few steps back in the direction of one of the metal buildings along the tarmac, a wide smile across her face. Frank only raised her voice to be heard, “right?”

“Don’t fall in love, Captain!” Dorothy called back, “we’ll see you back later tonight.”

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Green Eyes

Chapter 7: A New Life

By the time doubt began to creep in at the edges, it was too late - the promise had already been made, and Thomas Shelby had no intention of breaking his word.

As they departed Birmingham City on a cloudy afternoon in early April, Alec cradled the baby in his lap and stared out of the car window. He watched as the factories and terraces turned into semi-detached houses with little gardens, then into farmhouses and crops - urban rot giving way to suburban tedium and finally into open country.

“Look, Clara,” he said, lifting her up, “There are cows.”

“Ever been out of the city before?” Thomas asked.

“No. At least, I don’t think so. Maybe my parents took me when I was a child and I don’t remember.”

“Who were your parents?”

“Nobody worth remembering.”

“Dead, then?”

“Maybe. I don’t even know.”

Onwards they drove. Alec rested his head against the glass, and looked on as the only life he’d ever known disappeared out of sight, a new life beginning to creep in at the edges. Thomas was silent at the wheel. Nothing needed to be said.

At some point Alec dozed off, Clara fast asleep in his arms, until a bump in the road jolted him awake and he found himself surrounded by the wide fields and rolling hills of Warwickshire. He glanced in the rear-view mirror as if expecting to see the city in the distance, but saw only more sky. They were in the true countryside now.

“Are we almost there?” he asked.

“Need to piss?”

“No, but she will soon.”

“Just as well. Look to your left.”

Alec obeyed. The wild hedgerows turned into well-kept hedges, and the asphalt into gravel, and soon they turned a corner to see their destination awaiting them: a red-brick manor-house with a symmetrical facade of stone accents and mullioned bay windows, its roofs punctuated by neat rows of chimneys.

“This is your home?” Alec exclaimed. “It’s beautiful.”

“Were you expecting something else?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure what, though.”

Thomas parked somewhat carelessly - he knew a manservant would come and take the car to the garages - and they stepped out into the breeze. Alec breathed deep of the country air.

“It smells different,” he said, “It smells clean.”

“There’s not a steel foundry for miles,” said Thomas. “Just some rich people’s summer homes.” Relieved to be out of the car, he lit a cigarette and began to puff.

Holding the baby with one arm, Alec reached for his meagre belongings in the back seat.

“Leave it. The servants will bring everything up to your room.”

“My room? Not yours?”

Thomas wasn’t sure if Alec was teasing or not.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, and led the way towards the porch, gravel crunching under their shoes.

Alec turned to look back the way they’d come, admiring the colourful flowerbeds and carefully curated topiary. He wasn’t sure where the property ended and the surrounding farmland began.

“All this land - it belongs to you?”

“That’s right.”

“And those fields too?”

“Two-thousand acres,” Thomas confirmed.

Realising Alec was no longer behind him, he glanced back. Alec was lingering at the flowerbeds, trying to get Clara to pluck a blossom.

“Come on,” Thomas summoned him, “Let’s get inside.”

They passed through the stone-columned porch and into the main hall, over which loomed the grand staircase.

“Welcome to Arrow House,” Thomas sighed, “I’ll show you around, but I don’t have all day. Come on.”

He guided Alec around the downstairs in a business-like manner, unable to hide his disinterest in the trappings of his own wealth.

Alec followed him in awe, craning his neck to marvel at the high ceilings and glittering chandeliers. By the standards of the rich, it was a home like any other. But to him, it was a palace to rival Versailles. He soaked in every detail: the wood-panelled walls and gold-framed paintings, the fur rugs and patterned carpets, the figurine lamps on pedestals and little ornaments on mantelpieces. Despite its lavishness, it wasn’t gaudy like the Arcadia - these things had been chosen for their elegance, not for their shine.

“Look at that, Clara,” he cooed, “This is our home now. Mister Shelby is going to let us live here. Isn’t he kind to us?”

The baby was less concerned with their new residence and more with her father’s shirt. Oblivious to the opulence surrounding her, she grasped at his lapels with tiny hands, and attempted to put the buttons in her mouth.

“The building is from the 1830s,” said Thomas as they entered the parlour, “Or the 1840s, I can’t remember. You’d be better off asking the housekeeper, she knows more than - ”

“A piano!” Alec interrupted.

With the giddy eagerness of a child on Christmas morning, he hurried past Thomas to admire the grand piano that stood in the middle of the parlour. He reached for the black-and-white keys with one hand, but stopped himself before touching them.

“Do you play, Mister Shelby?”

“Not for the life of me. I bought it for my son.”

“I can play. Not very well, but I know how. The pianist at the club was giving me lessons, but Mister Cobb made him stop. He said my singing was hard enough to listen to without me subjecting people to an instrument too.”

“Sounds like an excuse. He probably didn’t want you learning another skill. Too many skills and you’d be able to find another job.”

“Maybe. He also said I looked better standing up, not sitting down.”

“Well, that’s Cobb’s business. You can play as much as you like.”

“Thank you.”

“Now come on, let’s go. I’ve got work to do.”

They continued onwards. Thomas pushed open the door of the library which served as his study. Alec gaped at the carven bookshelves which towered all the way up to the ceiling, stacked with antique classics.

“Here’s the library, and that’s where I do my work. You can read all of the books you want, but don’t go near my desk.”

“I promise I won’t.”

“Good.”

They’d circled back around to the main hall, reaching the foot of the grand staircase.

“It’s so big in here,” said Alec, “I feel like I can finally breathe. We could go days without seeing each other, if we wanted.”

“Already avoiding me?”

“No, but you might get tired of having me around.”

Ascending the stairs, they passed a large family portrait: Thomas, Grace, and a baby boy.

“Is that your wife?”

“Yes.”

“She’s very beautiful.”

“She was,” Thomas agreed curtly.

“How did you meet - ”

“Don’t talk about her.”

Alec was silent the rest of the way up the staircase. They passed the master bedroom - the door of which was firmly shut - and several guest rooms before reaching a south-facing suite.

“This is you,” he said, and watched as Alec stepped into what must’ve felt like a dream.

Like the rest of the house, it was richly furnished in dark rosewood and mahogany, with elegant lamps and floor-length embroidered curtains. There was a chaise longue where he could sit and read, and a soft rug to greet his feet in the morning, and a bed wide enough for two.

“All of this is mine and Clara’s?”

“All of it.”

“It’s twice the size of my flat in Saltley.” Alec ducked into the bathroom, and let out a wordless exclamation as he discovered the large porcelain tub, complete with hot and cold taps. “And there’s proper plumbing! Look, Clara! I won’t have to put water on the stove any more.”

Thomas snorted with amusement.

“Next door is the nursery,” he said.

“Nursery?” Alec re-emerged from the bathroom with a confused expression.

“She’ll need her own space, and so will you.”

“Oh.” Alec hadn’t even considered the prospect. With Clara in his arms, he sat down on the edge of the bed. As he looked around the room, the glow of excitement seemed to fade, and the overwhelming reality of the situation - that he was going to be living here for the foreseeable future - seemed to set in. He looked lost.

“Are you hungry?” Thomas asked.

“Yes. But tired too.”

“Get some rest. I’ll send food up for you, and fruit for the baby.”

“Thank you. Will the servants care about…you know…us?”

“No. They’re used to it by now. And I pay them too well for them to care.”

Glad to be done with the awkward business of the tour, Thomas retreated to his study. He attempted to lose himself in his work, but was unable to shake Alec’s presence from his mind. He tried not to consider the gravity of his decision, opening his doors to a near-stranger. The grand promises of a better future he’d made because he was rich enough to indulge himself in fleeting fantasies.

If things turned sour and he was compelled to eject Alec from his home, there was no question that Clara would have to go too - separating the pair was unthinkable. But why should a baby be punished, simply because its father had failed to stay in Thomas Shelby’s good graces? Even if Thomas let them go with a generous sum of money, the emotional toll it would take on Alec - having a good, safe home within his grasp and then losing it - would be cruel.

The potential for this arrangement to turn into a mess made Thomas wonder if it was even worth the risk. But then he remembered the chandelier-light falling on Alec’s upturned face, and the happiness overflowing from the young man in that moment, and his doubts subsided. Joy like that, even if it proved temporary, was worth any risk.

Thomas was so absorbed in his business that he didn’t realise the room had grown dark until a maid tapped on the door.

“Shall I turn the main light on, Mister Shelby? You’ll strain your eyes.”

“Hm?” Thomas glanced up at the grandfather clock, disorientated to find that he needed his glasses to tell the time. “No, no. I’m about to turn in. Thanks, Mary.”

He retired for the night, but along the way, stopped by Alec’s guest room. He found it empty. Alec’s belongings had been unpacked and were strewn haphazardly about, as if he hadn’t decided where to store them yet. Shirts with mended elbows, combs with missing teeth, a flapper dress whose tassels were fraying at the ends. Thomas took stock of how inadequate the inventory was, already half-planning to replace these tatty things with tailored suits and expensive perfumes, before remembering that he’d done plenty already.

On the spacious bed was a cold, half-eaten tray of food: fruit salad, Duchess potatoes, blanched and seasoned vegetables, and a game pie containing venison, hare, partridge, pigeon, and pheasant in a rich gravy, the pastry decorated with a braided design of leaves and flowers. The unfamiliar luxury of it must’ve sickened an already anxious stomach. Alec had probably never eaten deer in his life.

“I’m in here, Mister Shelby,” a soft voice came through the wall. Alec must’ve heard his footsteps.

Thomas found him in the nursery, standing over the curtained crib where he’d placed Clara, gazing down at her while she chewed toothlessly on her old teddy bear’s paw. Toys were everywhere: on the shelves and on the dresser and on the floor. Painted dolls with real hair, and carved soldiers with red coats. Wooden dogs and horses on wheels, with strings for pulling them around. More toys than Alec could’ve ever imagined buying for his daughter. By the window was a rocking chair, where he could sit with her on picturesque afternoons and look out across the gardens.

Without raising his head at the sound of Thomas’s entrance, he said:

“It’s lovely in here. Was this your son’s room?”

“Yes.” Thomas’s gaze fell on a folded blanket on the shelf - a crocheted baby blanket with Charles’s initials worked into the pattern, probably a gift from one of Grace’s friends. He quickly looked away. “Most of these things were his. Some are new.”

“I always…” Alec began, but then hesitated. “I always dreamed, but I never thought…Thank you for everything, Mister Shelby.”

He swayed on his feet, and gripped the side of Clara’s crib to steady himself.

“I don’t deserve her,” he said, “I don’t any of this. I’ve done nothing but bad things in my life. How could so many good things happen to me?”

“You’re tired,” said Thomas. “Go to bed.”

“I’m not sure if I should.” Alec didn’t take his eyes off the sleeping baby.  “I don’t like her sleeping alone. What if something happens?”

“Nothing will happen. She’ll be fine.”

“I know. I know, it’s just…We’ve always shared a room. Always.”

“You’ll only be a door away. You’ll hear her if she cries.”

“What if you hear it too? I don’t want her to disturb you. You might get…irritated.”

“I’ve lived with crying babies before. I’ll survive. Go to bed.”

“I will,” Alec promised, “I’ll wait ‘til she’s settled.”

“Suit yourself.”

Thomas left him standing there with his thoughts, and went to bed with his own. As he undressed in the lamplight, he felt - if only for a moment - a strange discomfort that he couldn’t define. Perhaps a sense of shame, but he wasn’t sure why. What did he have to be embarrassed about? His age? His wealth? His line of work?

He brushed off the feeling, dimmed the lamps, and climbed between the covers. As he usually did, he turned his back to Grace’s side of the bed. The darkness settled over him like a blanket.

Through half-asleep ears, he heard the door-knob turn and the floorboards creak softly. Grace, he thought. Then a voice whispered:

“Mister Shelby?”

Thomas jolted awake, reaching instinctively for the pistol in his bedside drawer, but stopped himself before he touched it.

Alec was standing over the bed in a white night-shirt, his curls tousled from a failed attempt to sleep.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

“Yes.” Thomas was scanning the young man’s hands, searching for a weapon. Alec was unarmed. Of course. Thomas sighed at his own reaction. “What do you want?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

“You don’t need to.”

“But I want to.”

“Alright. If you insist.”

Alec eased under the duvet, and drew himself close until their bodies were pressed together. His feet were cold from crossing the floorboards that separated their rooms.

“You’re warm,” he murmured. “I’ve missed this. Have you?”

Thomas said nothing. ‘No’ would’ve been a lie, but ‘yes’ would’ve been an admittance of weakness he wasn’t ready to make.

“You can come to my room whenever you want,” Alec whispered, “Or I can come to yours - ”

“Just go to sleep,” Thomas interjected.

Alec dutifully fell silent. The gentle puffs of his breath against Thomas’s shoulder became slower and steadier, until he was fast asleep.

Thomas stared into the dark. The sensation of another body in his marriage bed was so familiar, yet so different it was almost disconcerting. The empty space where Grace had once lain had been filled, but by someone who didn’t belong there. It felt wrong, and yet…

The darkness grew heavier, or perhaps it was just his eyelids. Sleep came without warning and almost against his will.

[sadalmostlesbian]

D13: District Deep Dive

Idk if y'all are on TikTok and have seen Lucky Leftie's videos on each of the Districts, but she is amazing and really dives into the worldbuilding of each District and the importance of their industry in Panem. HOWEVER, she never got to D13. And since I've gotten a decent amount of asks regarding my thoughts (which OMG thank you all so much I literally love you all sm) i thought I'd make one.

Thirteen is probably the second most explored District in canon, so luckily I have a lot to go off of. BUT, a lot of this is comprised of headcanons that I attempted to connect to actual canon in the most realistic way possible. That being said, I reference my fic Just As it Was (ch 10 and onward) a decent bit because I had to world build 13 to write the setting for the later half of that fic.

Let's start with history and geography. D13 is located in what was once the Northeastern US and parts of Southeastern Canada. It includes parts of New England, Pennsylvania and New York, as well as Quebec. What I find really interesting is that there is an "underground city" aka RESO located in Montreal, Canada. It's essentially a shopping center, but also connects lots of hotels, and residences. Its HUGE. I think Suzanne Collins MIGHT have based the whole "underground city" on RESO. Katniss says the bunker in D13 was the work of centuries, and very valuable to the Capitol. It is also mentioned that they mine graphite (which is a used in nuclear reactors as a moderator or reflector). The Snow family, as mentioned by Coriolanus, held stock in the research labs and munitions factories in D13.

This gives us three industries to explore. I think, similar to District Two, there was a class distinction between the miners and those who worked in labs or produced munitions. Because D13 was the Capitol's main military stronghold, I can assume they were treated somewhat better than other districts due to their military advantage. This may have led to a relatively close relationship with the Capitol, similar to D2 at the time of the 74th games.

D13 is very close to two technologically advanced districts, D3 (technology) and D6 (transportation). I think before the first rebellion, they were able to collaborate and work together, which was terrifying for the Capitol. I think the development of the districts in terms of industry in Panem kind of mirrors the development of the United States. The more technologically advanced Districts are located on the east coast, where the west and central Districts are more focused on raw resource production. With the exception, of course, being the Capitol.

I think this is an interesting choice, but quite a smart play on the Capitol's part. On one hand, they have their most militarily equipped citizens far away enough to make a ground assault relatively impossible, and, incase they were attacked from the West and the Capitol was decimated, their weapons are stored far away, and those who survived had a bunker to confine themselves to wait out the enemy.

Which leads us to the first rebellion, in which 13 led and was then destroyed because of it. I think there was a lot at play here. I think D13 did not initially begin the rebellion, but they seceded to the rebels in neighboring, less fortunate districts and lent their weapons. But the Capitol recognized them as the leader because they are what made the rebels a legitimate threat. And that threat needed to be eliminated in order to quell any hope of a rebellion happening in the future.

So the Capitol bombed 13. However, I don't think that many of the citizens in 13 expected this because of their close relationship with the Capitol in the past. Which leads me to the first OC of mine, Arvada Coin (Alma Coin's grandfather). I think that 13 was headed by a General, rather than a mayor, because they're military. I think this general would not have accepted that their District was going to be destroyed. But some of his officers knew that the threat was not an empty one. Arvada Coin, who had lived underground his entire life because that was the industry his family worked in, pleaded for the General to issue a shelter in place warning and force everyone underground. When he refused, he defected from the military and began trying to get everyone to safety. In the end, he was able to save around half of the district, and the others all died in the bombings.

I think that's why the Coin family is so respected in D13. I think it was some initial forethought that ended up saving the lives of thousands.

Anyway, Coin is military, everyone under his direct command is military. They're all excellent at fighting, but none of them know anything about how to feed, clothe, and provide medical care for thousands of people. They have an excess of luxuries like electricity (nuclear reactors are INSANLEY good at what they do) and weapons but their citizens are starving because they've been cut off from all the rations from D4, D9, D10, and D11. Four whole districts are dedicated to food production and 13 has to find a way to cultivate crops with no arable land above ground and no sunlight. So they start with grain. They strip their hangars that used to house military equipment and devote them to agriculture. As I said before, they have an excess of electricity, so they are able to constantly power UV lights. So their food grows twice as fast, and there's no cold season underground. So they don't starve, despite the Capitol thinking they will.

But you can't eat only grain. So they turn to their allies. Just as the Plinths moved to the Capitol after siding with them during the war. I think some high ranking rebel officers and their families were allowed into D13 in order to escape the fallout from the failed rebellion. Two important people are Lt. Commander Finnegan, a D4 naval officer who served under Commander Harrington (Pup's dad) but defected and joined the rebels and Cera Hadley (Mrs. Hadley), wife of an important munitions dealer in D2 (who was Strabo's childhood best friend, but that's a long story). Commander Finnegan, being from D4, was able to create a fish farm in D13 (look up underground fish farms, THEY'RE SO COOL AND INSALEY EFFECENT). Cera Hadley knew the basics of gardening (thanks, Vesta (Ma) Plinth, for teaching her that btw. We're deep into the OC content now) and was able to cultivate plants important for resolving nutrient deficiencies, most notably, wood sorrel for treating vitamin C deficiencies. Limes, lemons, and oranges are notoriously hard to grow in cold climates, and orchards take up too much space. So they grew sorrel, and were able to modify their crops to grow underground and twice as fast.

And they survived, and grew more advanced with every year that passed, until they were able to become the powerhouse we saw in THG trilogy. But they stayed bitter, especially Coin, because of what they had to go through at the hands of the Capitol. So not only did they have a desire to protect the Districts, but also a desire for revenge which I think provided a lot of motivation for Alma (President) Coin.

I could talk about this forever, but I'll leave it at that! Thanks to @mr-nauseam, @maidstew, and @tumblingghosts for asking about this! I'm sorry if I gave you more than you asked for, but I simply have so much to say.

If your interested about D13 and learning about it in less "info-dumpy" way, please consider reading my fic Just As It Was. It's told through Sejanus's POV and is a Sejarcus fic, but the last half is set in D13 and dives into the character dynamics and specifics of all the people I mentioned in this post. Also I PROMISE I will update soon!

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Brick by Brick (Putting it Together)

Well, 1126 certainly ends off on a wild and very interesting note I have a lot to say about. But I don't want to bury the very interesting stuff getting there. First...hell yeah we're getting trashed on Giant absinthe! If you're unfamiliar, that is an alcohol made with a specific type of wormwood that isn't necessarily the strongest booze out there but it's unique for having hallucinogenic effects. Well, for having a reputation for that though it's exaggerated.

Still, it's important to note we're here just casually partying on the way to Elbaf given what happens next. On the way there though, we're going to continue this element of getting back to some of the side stories set up in Egghead. The lines are still very blurred in terms of whether we've finished that arc or are starting a new one. Much more than we typically see in these intermission chapters. So let's look at the two we have, remembering there are thematic ties and how they may all resonate with the title. "Payback" is an interesting term with context in this series.

Especially when we see this guy. So yeah, FWIW this chapter title is the same Kanji as the "Payback" in Payback War, where Marco led the Whitebeard Remnants in trying to get even with Blackbeard. That's not the only time we'll mention the legacy of the Whitebeard Pirates which is always something I'll take interest in when a certain one of them felt unfinished in his own arc. We still have Marco and Bakkin/Weevil's story running through Sphinx Island.

That said, the scene is interesting in its own right. BB getting onto Pizarro here is pretty funny. Lafitte keeping an eye on the Revolutionaries current siege on the Red Line is intriguing, but the big thing to me is the prisoner swap. Perona & Moria got away but they captured Garp and we see Pudding here too. Blackbeard always has that way of mirroring Luffy. If nothing else, they've both "captured" a big shot to the World Government here with Lilith/Garp. Moria slipping away with important secrets though could mirror Caribou doing the same to Luffy and of course Pudding is interesting as well. But this isn't the only side story we get an update on.

Hell yeah Barto, and fuck you Shanks for blowing up the Going Luffy-Senpai. I wanna get to the fireworks factory though so we'll keep this quick. There's two elements. One, this works nicely with other scenes showing the Grand Fleet getting up to trouble since Dressrosa. That plus Shanks hammering home the idea he has to respond to save face. Explaining why it matters. Shouldn't be anything new to you if you've been reading along with me for a while, but for a refresher I do still feel this is something Luffy was starting to get in Wano. Key word being starting.

It's something he was showing he was learning with how Kiku in Bakura Town builds off Katakuri/Future Sight and flows into Hyogoro in Udon. Then it starts to break away from that first with Yamato forcing his way in, then Gear Five, then seems completely forgotten come Egghead. Which starts with aggressive reminders none of this nonsense had anything to do with you and ends on the complementary note of losing control of how the story gets told. But...we all know we're here to talk about one event this chapter.

Huh? The Sunny mysteriously disappears and we see Nami being woken up by someone in...a Lego house? I wanna do bullet points and kinda quickly address all the stuff we see flying around because this is both absolutely bonkers but also not too far off from some of the things I thought could happen with how we've had weird elements of how Wano/Egghead were written:

First off who. Who was split off into this odd area. It was the original six and the more recent four crew mates this time. Interesting. A lot of people jump to Vivi right away. It's equally true that these are the crewmates who met Ace and also that we got the younger ones apart from their elders.

A lot of people have jumped right to thinking this is Elbaf and Loki has Nami in something like a dollhouse. Lego do come from a "Viking" country and that'd explain the outfit...but we've never seen anything like this aesthetic.

Real absinthe may not be super hallucinogenic...but it has a real reputation for that. One the Giants invoked. That could be a part of things.

Stussy isn't out of the question though. Especially when we get a little reminder of the brokers via Umit coming up earlier.

If there's any known Devil Fruit power this may fit with it'd be Sugar's. Which is a stretch. But this vibe could be a bridge to thematically tying Elbaf & Whole Cake.

This could be a ship, that was the first thing I thought seeing the actual panel. So the "Man Marked by Flames" and his ability to cause whirlpools isn't a bad idea.

OG Kuma is there, he coulda shoved the Sunny away. Doubtful but a possibility.

Hopefully next chapter gives us more to go on. But for now if we want to ponder things keep the facts we can glean in mind. It had to be something sudden that could happen without the other ship noticing. Whoever is calling out has to be someone who'd know Nami. We don't know which side we'll focus on for resolving this. By the same token you could say this is the gang that knows Vivi so she has to show up...it's really just split based on time. We could just as easily focus more on giving the latecomers a chance to shine figuring this one out. Or they could go on to Elbaf and set it up like Zou so we don't really need to fabricate a conflict for that arc when we finally get there.

Whichever way it goes...this is exactly the type of shit I wanted to see and I cannot wait to see how it unfolds...

...

...

Have you stuck with me this long? Humor me, it's my birthday weekend. Probably the last time I get to say this...but what a swan song. There's a bullet points I left off, but it'd check all the boxes right? Someone unassuming has been on the ship and thus gets snagged away with the early comers. There you go, friendly face that isn't drunk and has had time to get a handle on the situation. And still a reason to keep them obscured. Blends well with this Blackbeard/Shanks stuff, Yamato's entry in the cover saga, and still leaves Drake for the actual reveal.

[thriking]

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Foreigner, it looks like ruler is looking for something, do you think we should help? We can probably look for it while we're on the rides or get a good vantage point.

"Oh… if you can't play, that's fine. I can help…! I want to be helpful…!"

"I appreciate it. We can still have fun… see? Let's check out the house of mirrors. I'm getting a good feeling about that place, anyways."

The mirror house was a dark, dense maze, The Ruler gently holding the Foreigner's hand as they walked through.

As if struck by a flash of inspiration, the Ruler took a sudden left turn before reaching a back door, slowly opening it with a creak. It led downwards, their footsteps echoing down a long dark stairway that seemed to go for ages, before they stopped.

A factory, dense with mana and filled with the low thrums and clicks of machinery. Not fully active, yet not entirely inactive either.

"A weapons factory…? There's definitely no innocent reason for this to be under an amusement park." The Ruler frowned, folding her arms. "The seventh… but not the last… perhaps this was set up in preparation for our next foe?"

"Scary…"

"We should go. I feel as if there's not much here for us now. But I'll have to keep this place in mind."

"Mm… we'll get in trouble… besides, I want to ride the ferris wheel…!"

"You're not bothered by this at all, huh? You're a brave one, Foreigner."

She took his hand again, guiding him out.

"Huh. That's not what I was expecting..."

[seat-safety-switch]

You might think that you’ve had a worldly life, but until you’ve been bailed out by some kind of racer-cum-used-car-salesman in a foreign jail at the behest of a spectral multiple-time Indianapolis 500 winner, you haven’t really lived. As the ghost of A.J. Foyt controlled things both inside my mind and seemingly in the outside world, I could do nothing more than put one foot in front of the other, even as those feet led me to multiple moving violations in the good ol’ urban paradise of Osaka.

Back home, the folks who used to street-race Civics and harass the cops with them had all found their race vehicles rotting into the ground, or stolen by teenagers who wanted to swap the guts into their Integras and CR-Vs. At best, Hollywood movie stars would purchase them and then write them off driving too quickly beneath semi trucks in the vain hope of stealing combination TV/VCRs.

I rode along in a lushly-appointed, but altogether too low, ‘88 Civic sedan. My driver didn’t want to express his name, and perhaps I should have not even asked, shrouded in shame as I was. No doubt, Foyt was disappointed in me, as my entire retinue of B-swapped killer bees barely managed to make a dent in the municipal police’s on-call bench as we wove around the Loop as brashly and quickly as possible.

Some of this failure is probably due to me, who was not especially familiar with driving on the other side of the road. As a result, I drove pretty slow, occasionally braking hard because I got confused about which lanes were exits and which continued the highly-efficient highway infrastructure. It was no problem for the cops to catch up to this wayward idiot. Even now, sitting in the putative passenger seat of this Civic, I felt like I should have a steering wheel in front of me. Occasionally, my left foot hit the carpet in the general vicinity of a decadent Western clutch pedal when we came to a stop. I bet this guy is so hardcore he doesn’t even use a hydraulic slave cylinder, I thought to myself.

A.J. Foyt had one more plan for me. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw him chuckling in the back seat, stretched out, taking little spoon dips out of a container of Blue Bell ice cream. Weird thing is, the label was in katakana, but I was still able to read it. Maybe all those factory service manuals I read while incarcerated in the mental hospital actually stuck. That’s when the driver pulled into another parking area, and showed me the real prize: a left-hand-drive ‘91 Accord wagon. With this, ol’ Tony Foyt assured me, rumbling in my ear, I could outrun all the prohibitionists.

[irenethewoman]

Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 10 - Comeback

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June 1920, London

I watched as unfamiliar buildings flickered past on the familiar streets. Even though I was back in London, everything still felt unreal, like the events of escaping home and marriage were just from last night.

The Barton estate was located in Belgravia, and the familiar white villa stood proudly on the street. Led by a servant, I ascended the stairs and sat in the drawing-room, waiting.

The furnishings seemed unchanged; my mother's picture still hung on the wall. She remained frozen in the past with her beauty. After five years away from the trends and expensive cosmetics, I wondered how much of Elizabeth Barton's dominance in London's social season remained on my face.

Five years ago, in haste, I left without taking her photo. Over these years, whenever I looked in the mirror, I felt she had vanished from me.

"Mother..."

It wasn't like my mother and I were close. At home, she seemed like a faint presence. The upbringing of the four of us siblings was handled by the governess; Dad occasionally offered guidance. With chefs, maids, housekeepers, and Dad's private lawyer, the affairs of the house didn't concern her. Her existence seemed solely for birthing and being a beautiful hostess, adorning her beauty with her husband's wealth. From my earliest memories, the most common praise for her was, "Your mother is truly a stunning beauty." Even after her death, people still reminisced about her. Beautiful, unparalleled beauty. That's all Lady Elizabeth Turner Baroness left in this world.

I looked at the photos for a while, then sat on the long sofa by the window, looking outside. The streets were deserted, filled mostly with cars, devoid of the lively atmosphere of Small Heath. The streets here were clean, spacious, and orderly, everything I knew, but I couldn't find the sense of belonging to a home here.

I heard footsteps and turned my head. My maternal grandfather walked shakily, supported by two men. One should be his only grandson, my cousin Adam Barton, the other man I didn't recognize.

Looking at the old man, I felt a mix of emotions. For a moment, I didn't know how to face him. He had once shown me around his factories, introduced me to his business partners, and would always bring us little trinkets when he visited Turner Manor. But it was also him who, when I had no way out, ordered his son to send me away when I knocked on his door, his cold attitude treating me like a stranger worker striking in his factory. For five years, he didn't care about my whereabouts, allowing me to disappear from the world.

It was also him who, suddenly after five years, desperately searched for me, wanting me to come back and inherit his legacy.

I looked at him, tears streaming down, finding it somewhat amusing. A person of his age acting out this play in front of his juniors.

But I still cooperated and squeezed out a couple of tears.

Then he joyfully introduced my cousin to me, speaking with an intimate tone that gave me goosebumps. The boy was only 17, still studying at Harrow, but he looked bewildered, lacking the shrewdness of his grandfather.

 He enthusiastically expressed how much he missed me, going from my mother, who passed away ten years ago, to me, my foolish brother, and my deceased younger brother who should have inherited the title and had a promising future but unfortunately died.

He circled around the topic so much that everything he said seemed superfluous. I couldn't get any information from it—except what I already knew.

I couldn't sleep.

This was my bedroom. I lay on the soft bed, dressed in comfortable silk pajamas, the fresh scent of flowers lingering on my nose. Everything was quiet, and there was no noise outside. There was also a bedside lamp that could be turned on at any time.

But I couldn't sleep. I wanted to go back to Tommy. Even if it meant squeezing onto a small bed with him, lying naked on rough cotton sheets, breathing in the smoke from his body, occasionally hearing noises from outside, we could only rely on the moonlight to see each other clearly.

I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think about everything in Birmingham. It would only make it harder for me to fall asleep. I counted sheep in my mind. After counting to three thousand and fifty-six, unable to endure the agony of insomnia, I put on a coat and left the bedroom.

I wanted a glass of whiskey.

In the study, I met my maternal grandfather's personal lawyer, Edward Collins.

He looked surprised to see me.

"I can't sleep, so I came for a drink," I explained.

He nodded. "What will you have?"

"Whiskey, Irish."

Collins seemed quite interested in me. I could see him stealing glances at me.

I could understand. A female heir who disappeared for five years and suddenly reappeared, it was quite attention-grabbing. Everyone would be curious about her story and then gossip about her misfortunes or good fortune.

I didn't mind telling the story if the audience could give me an equivalent return.

For example, the content of my maternal grandfather's will, the current situation of the Turner family.

I turned my head, coincidentally making eye contact with Lawyer Collins.

 His hands twitched nervously, and his young face turned red.

"How long have you been working for my grandfather?"

"Since... since I graduated."

Since he graduated... I had no interest in when he graduated. I rolled my eyes silently in my mind, continuing to ask him, "Do they still have connections with the Turner family?"

If he was smart enough, he should understand what I was asking.

I saw him gulp down a big mouthful of alcohol and choked.

Well, he was quite clever, and his mouth was sealed tightly.

"What are his next plans? You can tell the truth; I am his heir."

"Miss, you might as well directly ask me about the contents of the will," the young lawyer smiled bitterly.

Since the conversation had reached this point... I nodded, finished my drink, and got up to leave.

My maternal grandfather, after my return to London, never mentioned his plans, treating me as if I were just a guest he invited.

He always liked to intentionally or unintentionally let me interact with his grandson, allowing us to be alone. Let me teach him piano, guide him in painting, and so on. It seemed like the more I got in touch with this inexperienced little cousin, the more he thought I would fall in love with him.

Lawyer Collins gradually became my late-night drinking companion. Although he still refused to reveal a word about the will, I roughly guessed something from our small talk—my maternal grandfather wanted me to marry into the Barton family, to marry this boy who hadn't even entered university.

Since he didn't say it explicitly, I pretended not to know. The expenses of staying at Barton Manor didn't come from my wallet, and my maternal grandfather cared more about the title of Baron Turner than I did—whether the future mistress of the Barton family would be Miss Turner or Lady Turner made a big difference.

So, what was there for me to worry about? Good food, good drinks, living comfortably in Barton Manor, enjoying the life of luxury and leisure that belonged to me.

Maybe because I had no family affairs and business to worry about these days, I felt like I had gained weight.

It wasn't just me; my maternal grandfather noticed too.

 Finally, during dinner, he subtly brought up the society ball. He chose the ball hosted by the American ambassador for my comeback.

Now was the end of London's social season. In his view, I didn't need to find a suitable husband; I just needed to use a platform to announce that Miss Turner had returned to the London aristocracy.

It was also a declaration of war against the Turner family.

For me, it was harmless, and I could wear fashionable and beautiful dresses and jewelry. Why not go?

"Diana Turner!"

I gracefully entered the ballroom.

According to the information Lawyer Collins told me, my sister Helen had married a common politician two years ago, and she was now Lady Burgess—an underage Lady Burgess, something only that scoundrel William could achieve. So, the only Miss Turner in all of London was me.

Even after five years away, I was still adept at self-indulgence and socializing.

In the luxurious ballroom, I chatted and laughed with the aristocrats, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

Night after night, I reveled in luxury.

After attending the ball hosted by the American ambassador, invitations for other balls poured in. Turner Baron's family once again became the talk of the town. People, like hyenas catching the scent of meat, tried to get a share of the Turner family's fortune.

Among the visitors were my Aunt Miller, Uncle Jacob Turner, paternal uncle grandfather, and other relatives.

They claimed to be willing to help me inherit the estate.

"They speak so high and mighty, as if they're willing to help me," I sat in the tasting room, shaking the glass in my hand. "But it's just because they think I'm a young, single woman, and after inheriting the estate, I'll be ready to be divided."

Lawyer Collins, hearing my words, nodded in agreement. "Forgive me for being blunt, Miss, but your sister Lady Burgess is indeed easily manipulated by her husband. With Mr. Burgess around, they probably can't extract much from this couple."

He said it politely. I, during these days of socializing, heard a lot about the Burgess couple: the stingy and shrewd Mr. Burgess, and Helen, like a puppet, capricious and with her brain merely for decoration.

"So, that's why they came to me." I tilted my head back and finished the drink.

My maternal grandfather, after my return to London, never mentioned his plans, treating me as if I were just a guest he invited.

He always liked to intentionally or unintentionally let me interact with his grandson, allowing us to be alone. Let me teach him piano, guide him in painting, and so on. It seemed like the more I got in touch with this inexperienced little cousin, the more he thought I would fall in love with him.

Lawyer Collins gradually became my late-night drinking companion. Although he still refused to reveal a word about the will, I roughly guessed something from our small talk—my maternal grandfather wanted me to marry into the Barton family, to marry this boy who hadn't even entered university.

Since he didn't say it explicitly, I pretended not to know. The expenses of staying at Barton Manor didn't come from my wallet, and my maternal grandfather cared more about the title of Baron Turner than I did—whether the future mistress of the Barton family would be Miss Turner or Lady Turner made a big difference.

So, what was there for me to worry about? Good food, good drinks, living comfortably in Barton Manor, enjoying the life of luxury and leisure that belonged to me.

Maybe because I had no family affairs and business to worry about these days, I felt like I had gained weight.

Finally, he gently mentioned the comeback dance to me over dinner. He chose for me the dance given by the wife of the American ambassador meeting. It’s the end of London’s social season. In his opinion, I don't need to find another husband, I just need to help him A platform announced to the dignitaries in London that Miss Turner had returned. It was also a declaration of war against the Turners. For me, there is nothing wrong with this, and there are fashionable and beautiful dresses and jewelry to wear, so why not go? "Miss Diana Turner!" I walked into the banquet hall. According to what Attorney Collins told me, my sister Helen was married off by our brother two years ago. Ordinary politician, she is now Mrs. Burgess - the underage Mrs. Burgess, well, the only one who failed was William. Things that only human beings can do. So I am the only Miss Turner in London. Even after being away for 5 years, I still know how to enjoy and socialize without a teacher. In the luxurious banquet hall, I chatted and laughed with the dignitaries, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by stars. Shengsing and singing every night, drunken and ecstatic. After my high-profile appearance at the American Ambassador's wife's ball, invitations to other balls began to flow in. turner of chelsea The Baron's family once again made a family affair known to the whole city. These people were like hyenas on the scent of meat, trying to get the most out of the Turners' Get a piece of the inheritance. Also visiting were my aunt Mrs. Miller, uncle Jacob Turner, cousin, and other relatives. They said they would help me inherit the inheritance. "You heard what they said was high-sounding, and they looked like they were willing to help me." I sat in the tasting room, shaking my head. Wine glass in hand. "Just because they thought I was a young single woman, after I inherited the inheritance It can be divided up. " Attorney Collins nodded in agreement after listening to my words, "With all due respect, Miss, your sister Mrs. Burgess does In fact, he is a person who is easily manipulated by his husband. With Mr. Burgess around, they probably wouldn't be able to get out of this couple's life. 10/2/23, 3:18 PM Mrs. Shelby 10 Comeback – Vanessa’s Poplar https://xinruoxiangyangwuweibeishang257.lofter.com/post/200277e1_1cc09bb9f 6/8 How much property is extracted from the government. " Everything he said was polite. I have also heard a lot about Helen and his wife at dances these days: Stingy Congressman Burgess, a shrewd and mean-spirited man, is like a puppet, with a moody temper and a brain just for decoration. Helen. "That's why you found me." I raised my head and drank all the wine in the glass.

The red brick house at 10 King's Road has remained unchanged in five years, standing tall on the Thames just as it has for more than two hundred years. He stood aside, silently observing the people coming and going inside. It is history itself. I was born and raised here, watched my parents die, was imprisoned, escaped for freedom, and now fight for Come back for revenge. I pushed open the study door, and the people arguing inside stopped and turned to look at me. Their expressions are interesting Extremely. "You…" William's eyes widened and he staggered towards me. He must have thought that over the past five years I had Buried in some unknown corner. I sneered in my heart, but didn't show it on my face. I smiled gently and warmly. It seemed that our relationship was really good. I really miss him. "Long time no see, my dear…brother."