lord--licorice
secret stuffing room
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Not sure what to call myself here yet, you can call me licorice I guess. I'm a 23 y/o he/they experimenting with gaining weight once again
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lord--licorice · 2 months ago
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Jock to Stoner
An anon ask for a jock that gets a little used to getting high and eating.
After months of eating and binging like ahigh, a jock weighs in to see how bad things have become.
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lord--licorice · 3 months ago
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PART 1 of @pokefan-fa 's huuge feederism commission!
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lord--licorice · 4 months ago
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New warehouse job has been good to my hungry body
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lord--licorice · 4 months ago
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Gluttony (WG story)
Themes: urban fantasy, supernatural creatures, rapid weight gain
Words: 1851
Part: 1/1
Gluttony. Lust. Greed. Wrath. Sloth. Vain. Pride.
“Is he the new one then?”
“I liked it better when we had the old Gula.”
“Nobody asked for your opinion now, have they?
“Siblings, please, calm.”
His eyes open for the first time and he sees that he is seated at a table. There are six others there, sitting around it in a circle.
He never saw them, he never saw anything before, but as he looks at them one by one he knows exactly who they are.
An androgynous person; perfect beyond belief, pale and white-haired and beautiful. They are naked; Luxuria. Lust.
Next, a man, dark-haired and dark-skinned, wearing a perfectly tailored suit, smiling widely. His teeth are bright white and his eyes gleam with ruthless sharpness; Avaritia. Greed.
Next to Greed, a woman. Gaunt, breathing heavily, eyes ablaze with fury, her red hair floating around her like a halo of fire; Ira. Wrath.
Next, a ragged man in a stained, threadbare shirt. He smiles lazily with a set of yellowish, uneven teeth; Acedia. Sloth.
Following him, an androgynous figure, as dark as Luxuria is white and equally beautiful. They are sitting perfectly still, all sharp cheekbones and a long, perfectly poised neck; Vanagloria. Vain.
Lastly, between himself and Vanagloria a tall woman, sitting straight as an arrow, her mouth pressed into a thin line, her green gaze daring and unyielding. She is wearing a suit as perfectly tailored as her brother’s; Superbia. Pride.
They are the Seven Deadly Sins. And he is one of them. He is Gula.
Gluttony.
“Welcome back, brother,” Pride says.
“What happened to my previous body?” He asks, lifting a hand to look at it.
Sloth snorts a laugh, sticking a greyish tongue out between his yellow teeth.
“Silence!” Pride snaps.
“You know we cannot tell you, brother!” says Wrath.
“Why are we here then?”
“Ceremony, of course,” Lust says rubbing their flat chest with long, slender fingers.
“Just making sure you go right back to work, brother dear.” Greed says, his bright smile wide and predatory “Just remember, brother.” Greed continues, his voice shooting right through Gluttony “You are not immune to your own power.”
“What does that mean?” He asks, but before Greed can answer, the table dissolves into mist, and his siblings disappear like snuffed candle flames.
Earth.
It felt like a thousand years since Gula’s last visit. He knew that his death and rebirth didn’t even last a second in the material universe, but he didn’t think he would ever get used to that. As usual, the feeling of not knowing what happened to his previous manifestation is disconcerting, but not enough to distract him from the overpowering urge to get back to work. Sensing a familiar stirring in his gut, he stalks down the street. A fat middle-aged man stood in front of a candy store, looking at the display with deep longing.
“You deserve a treat, Peter, you had such a long day at the office. And you’ve been so good with your diet! Mary surely wouldn’t mind if you just had a few caramels…” Gula whispers into Peter’s ear, looking at their reflections in the shop window. Peter’s is the only one visible.
Gula watches as the expression on the man’s face changes from longing to determination and he disappears inside the store.
Feeling rejuvenated and pleasantly tingly all over, Gula continues down the street, feeling the voices calling to him. Ah, how he missed working.
A boy stands on a doorstep, bearing a gift bag in his hands, gazing into it with a conflicted expression.
“Mom indeed gave you this to take to Andy’s birthday party, but surely Andy doesn’t need a toy, a chocolate and a whole pack of candies too, right? He will probably get so many sweets from other people anyway, the toy will be enough.”
He stays just long enough for the boy to stuff the candy into his pocket and tear it into the chocolate. The smell is enticing, almost enchanting to Gula, but propelled by his nature, he moves on to the next one.
He stopped by two women sitting in an outside area of a cafe. The older one is slim, stiff and superior, the younger fat, glorious and visibly enraged.
“Your mother will always be a hateful bitch, Carla.” He says, leaning over Carla’s chubby shoulder “She will never stop pestering you about your weight, so you might as well show her how little you care. Go on.” He urges.
“What can I get for you, ladies?” The waitress asks, approaching the table.
“Just black coffee for me.” Carla’s mother says, her smile as stiff as the rest of her.
“I will have…” Carla leans over the menu, her fat stomach pressing into the edge of the table “The chocolate Sundae, a wild berry milkshake and a lava cake.” She smiles sweetly at the waitress before shooting a satisfied smirk at her mother’s enraged, poorly subdued gasp.
“Nice work, brother mine.” Someone whispers into his ear and a shiver runs through him.
“What are you doing?” He asks, whipping around to look at Lust.
Luxuria points to another table where a pair sits elbow to elbow, pretending to be deep in conversation, but Gula sees that their hands are under the table and in each other’s pants.
“Leave me be, sibling,” Gula warns and Luxuria saunters away, leaning over the lovebirds and whispering into their ears.
The waitress appears, carrying Carla’s order and Gula’s stomach growls. Oh, how delicious that lava cake looks. Oh, how that milkshake calls him…
“Careful, brother mine,” Luxuria calls, but when Gula turns they are no longer there.
He turns back around and as the waitress walks by him he snatches the lava cake off the tray.
“Here you go…” She says, but then stops, examining the tray in confusion “I’m so sorry, I forgot your lava cake! I will be back in a moment.”
She scurries away but Gula doesn’t pay the woman any attention anymore, all he can think of is that glorious cake, dark and rich, with a dollop of whipped cream and three raspberries on top.
His mouth stretches inhumanly wide as he slides the entire thing into it. Gula chews and the taste explodes in his mouth. Sensations play a symphony in his mouth, making the entire physical plane shift.
Body ablaze, Gula stalks down the street, and suddenly every desperate need and yearning is amplified, every human longing for a sweet morale screaming at him.
“Do it, Anthony, what’s a few more pounds?” He whispers, snatching a piece of greasy, mind-numbingly delicious pizza as he walks by.
“Come on, Gretchen, you’ll start the diet tomorrow,” Gula says, grabbing a piece of a piping hot apple pie.
“Who is Doctor Amir to tell you four hundred pounds is too much? You’re just big-boned!” He laughs, snatching a piece of layered cake in every hand. He stuffs them both into his mouth at the same time, already moving on to the next one.
More, more, more.
He wants more, he can feel it all. They want it, every single one of them wants it with such deep, unyielding desperation.
But none wants it as much as he does.
His gluttony is rivalled by no man. He isn’t gluttonous. He is Gluttony.
It is not coming to him, it is coming from him.
His gift for humanity.
Gula stalks down the streets, tempting human beings everywhere. In every city, in every town, every country.
Everywhere.
The more he tempts the bigger his hunger, it overpowers him. Soon, he doesn’t stalk down the streets, he walks. Sooner still, he waddles, swollen and overfed, but still wanting more. His jaw constantly working; chewing, stretching, ingesting.
“You…want… it…” He pants into the ear of a man staring at a hot dog stand.
Gula has grown too enormously fat to say more than that, the accumulation of lard pressing on his lungs too much to speak. Still, he grabs two hot dogs from the stand and stuffs them whole into his mouth.
He waddles down the street, gasping for air, the enormous rolls of fat covering him swaying with the movement. His gigantic gut almost dragging on the floor in front of him.
“You fool!” He hears a sharp bark of laughter.
Avaritia stands in the street, almost melting into the group of businessmen talking loudly next to him.
“What… do you… want… Greed?” Gula pants, snatching a massive burger out of a woman’s hand. He inhales it whole and the additional weight of it is the tipping point. His body grows too enormous to support itself and he falls, the impact shaking the street and sending shockwaves across the fatty expanses of his flesh.
“I told you, brother.” Greed says, walking over to stand over Gula. “You are not immune to your own power. Once you taste human food it’s already too late.”
“What happens now?” Gula demands.
“Here.” Greed laughs, snatching a chocolate cake from a nearby vendor and placing it on top of Gula’s enormous mountain of a stomach. “Enjoy it before He comes.”
“Avaritia!” Gula bellows, but his brother is gone.
Unable to move, trapped under his flesh, Gula reaches for the cake. He can barely grab it, but he is determined to consume.
“Hello, cousin.” An oddly neutral, flat voice says and, out of the dark corner of the street, He steps out.
Gula swallows, his enormous chins shaking with the movement.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, already knowing the answer, but unable not to ask. This is how it must go. This is how it goes every time. He’s starting to remember. And with that memory arrives the knowledge of what comes next. Gula shutters, wanting more than anything to run, but he’s trapped. The enormous body overflowing with fat is too heavy even for his otherworldly powers to control
“I am the Eldest.” says He, hovering in closer.
“Must you do this?”
“You’re unable to perform your duties, thus you must be remade to begin anew.”
“Why do I have to forget every time? If I remembered maybe I wouldn’t let the human food tempt me…”
“Such is your fate, Gula.” says He, now hovering over Gula. He’s so close His cold, freezing breath wafts over Gula’s face.
Such is your fate.
You are not immune to your own power, brother.
He understands.
He is Greed and Greed is him.
As He moves in, outstretching a black-fingered, skeletal hand towards him, Gula stuffs the last piece of cake into his mouth. He won’t remember, but he savours the taste.
The black hand snatches and everything dissolves.
“Is he the new one then?”
“I liked it better when we had the old Gula.”
“Nobody asked for your opinion now, have they?
“Siblings, please, calm.”
His eyes open for the first time and he sees that he is seated at a table. There are six others there, sitting around it in a circle. They are the Seven Deadly Sins. And he is one of them.
He is Gula.
Gluttony.
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lord--licorice · 5 months ago
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Two more slices of pizza left... Should I?
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lord--licorice · 5 months ago
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Its kind of crazy how much I've compartmentalized my everyday self and my gainer self. Day to day I'm inconspicuous and moderate, but occasionally this crazy hedonist escapes and is so overindulgent I can't hide it. Its like Dr. Jekell and Mr. Hyde.
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lord--licorice · 5 months ago
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an oreo snack
You crack open the bag of Oreos thinking you'll just have a few. You just want a taste. You've already eaten so much today, and you're trying not to overdo it…too much. These snacks need to at least last until tomorrow, and you're running out of them quickly.
You eat the first, trying to take your time, but it tastes so good. Before you're even done chewing the second, you're already greedily reaching for a third. The sensation of eating them is so delicious and fulfilling, you don't want it to end. And for that sensation to keep going, well…you have to keep eating. So you do.
You eat and eat, crumbs falling around you, gobbling almost mindlessly yet still casually aware of each cookie you eat until you've hit the end of the first row. You lick your fingers and take a deep breath in and out, feeling uncomfortably full. This is the way it usually goes. You know how much you're eating in the back of your mind, but the sense to stop simply isn't there. That must be where this swollen gut came from; the one that's hanging down, gently resting on the couch between your legs in front of you. Isn't it?
That belly, so soft and heavy, stuffed full so much of the time. The only way you know when to stop is when you're groaning and uncomfortably full, knowing full well that you can't possibly take anymore. But you know you're not there quite yet, there's still some room. You start on the second row.
As you make your way through the second row of cookies, you start to slow down a bit. Your belly is stuffed, and you let out a moan as you feel all that food stretch you out to feel so big and bloated. It's obvious how stuffed full you are - your shirt has slowly ridden up to expose your increasingly round gut. At this point, that last row of cookies feels like a stretch. It might be too much. But you can't help yourself - what's a few more?
You start on the last row, not knowing where you'll fit the rest of them in that big, full belly, stuffed to the brim. You're panting between bites now, so full that you're barely able to catch a breath. As you miraculously finish the last cookie, you fall back into the couch, the empty package as evidence of what you've done to yourself, unable to think about anything but how stuffed you are.
You put hands on your belly to relieve some of that pressure, starting to feel the relief as you rub and squeeze that aching gut. All of the sudden, you let out a huge burp and feel just a little of that bloated feeling fade. This time, no one was around to see you make such a pig of yourself or hear the embarrassing sound of your burp, but you hope maybe next time, someone will be.
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lord--licorice · 5 months ago
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For muscle building obv, we don't do weight loss here. We're working for that strongfat build
I don't know why I always say I'm going to the gym after my late shifts, it never happens
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lord--licorice · 5 months ago
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I don't know why I always say I'm going to the gym after my late shifts, it never happens
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lord--licorice · 5 months ago
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There are no buffets in my town I'm going to perish
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lord--licorice · 5 months ago
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I might need to stop getting these oven bake pizzas, I'm too tempted to eat the whole thing. (It's happened before and I'm afraid it's about to happen again)
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lord--licorice · 6 months ago
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There's always this moment after dinner when I'm nice and full and my belly's just a little heavy, where I have to decide between letting it be and finding something else to get as full as possible.
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lord--licorice · 6 months ago
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It's always the days I'm not trying to stuff myself that I really pack it away. Today I had three donuts for breakfast, Chinese food for lunch, two sodas, and taco bell for dinner when I was still kind of full. Now I'm feeling real full.
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lord--licorice · 6 months ago
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The urge to post tummy vs the fear of getting doxxed
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lord--licorice · 6 months ago
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The world is supporting my first day of actively trying to eat as much as possible. I was starving at work, even after breakfast, so I went and got a big muffin from the coffee shop, only to come back to see someone had brought donuts, so obviously I had both. Then at lunch someone else was like "Oh I have two crab rangoons I don't want, do you want them?" So I was full for most of the rest of the day... still had a good dinner though
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lord--licorice · 6 months ago
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whoever came up with dessert was so real. "oh, looks like you just finished an entire meal, would you like to top it off with something sweet and rich?" hell fucking yeah i would
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lord--licorice · 6 months ago
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Mmm was planning on getting dinner, someone offered me some. Sounds like a good time to do both
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