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[trainsinanime]

I wonder: Do Americans know about american school buses? Not their existence in general, but how they're seen overseas.

Over here, they're one of the symbols of America, on par with the Statue of Liberty, the flag, the Eagle, and well ahead of any chain restaurant you can name. People won't know any US states, but they will know these vehicles.

The thing is, here in Germany, we don't have dedicated school buses. The general idea is that kids go to school on their own. When that's not practical, they're expected to use (and given free tickets for) public transit. Public transit is designed around this requirement; there are many places where there is a bus, and anyone can get on it, but the route and timetable really only makes sense for school children. In case a dedicated school bus is really needed, that's generally subcontracted out, and the lines either use something like a Sprinter Van for smaller routes, or a normal city or interurban bus (often a used one that's a bit older). School trips are normal public transit, or a rented bus, typically a coach or regional bus.

It's not a perfect system, in the past couple of years there's been an epidemic of people bringing their kids to school in their cars instead of letting them walk, which is less than ideal. It is what it is. But building a dedicated network of public transit lines only for students, and building dedicated vehicles only for that, has never occurred to anyone here.

Of course we know about these buses, from movies and such, but they're as foreign here as cacti or pick-up trucks (actually we're seeing more and more of these here) or yellow cabs (all europeans will assume all cabs in the US are yellow until they actually visit).

You do see these buses here at times, because people still generally like the idea of the US, even if they have a lot of issues with a lot of details, and so folks bring them over, along with stretch limos and stuff (also not really a thing here). And of course, if someone goes to all that trouble, they don't do it to haul school kids, they rent it out for city tours or as a party bus or whatever.

So you see these yellow things as a symbol of faraway places, scenic vistas, some vague undefined idea of freedom that doesn't necessarily hold up to any contact with reality, and it's just a huge part of the whole US aesthetic.

And then you go to a student exchange with the US, and you finally get the chance: You yourself get to ride in one of these iconic chrome yellow buses! It looks just like in the movies! You get in, you drive in them a little…

…and you realise they're shit. Just the worst buses in the western world. Terrible suspension. Uncomfortable seats with weirdly high backs (so they don't have to put seatbelts in, they just restrict how far kids can fly in an accident). Everything made out of the cheapest materials. Turns out the reason why the US uses school buses like that instead of normal modern city buses, which the US has, is to save money and because they just hate kids.

And then it hits you why US Americans say "as American as apple pie", a dish that is made and enjoyed literally anywhere in the world, instead of "as American as yellow school buses". Of course the Americans already knew all this. They got tortured by these things forever. It would never occur to them to see this as a symbol of America, it's just a normal part of life for them. It's a symbol of school and school life and sometimes normalcy, and tells us that these actors getting out of it are supposed to be teenagers, nothing more.

But most people in Europe have, of course, never ridden on these buses. So when they see them in movies and TV, that's a giant big yellow signifier that we're not in Hessen or Wallonia or wherever anymore. A symbol of a different world, one that may be at most a once-in-a-lifetime-experience for most people, just like a picture of a tropical beach, Mayan Pyramids, the Great Wall of China, or Hildesheim (there's no reason to go there twice). And I think Americans don't know that, and that's fascinating.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Mɪss Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, America’s sweethearts, 6’7” Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think it’s painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and I’m not even a little embarrassed about it. They’re too cute!

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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the parade’s end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.

When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.

Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. It’s not like Ari cared about that, though.

“Hey princess.” Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. “You were amazing.”

“Staaaaaaaahp…” you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. “Ari! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I don’t want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.”

“Baby, if I minded their teasing I wouldn’t be dating you.” He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. “There, ready to go in record time.”

“Ari… Ari!” You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. “Ari!!!”

“Calm down, princess.” He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldn’t breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. “I feel like they would have thought it was cute.”

“Maybe.” You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ari’s cheek before stepping into the limo. “They do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.”

“Do they now?” Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. “I also enjoy it an incredible amount.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.” You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. “Oh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease you…”

“What? Why?” Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. “Yeah they might.”

“My poor teddy bear.” You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Yeah, princess, I’m not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me… ow!” He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. “But whatever, I don’t care.”

You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ari’s face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.

His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.

When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.

“Not a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.” You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.

“No, just all over my pants.” Ari couldn’t help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. “Princess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.”

“They have flashbulbs, Ari!” You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. “Oh my god…”

You didn’t have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.

He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didn’t even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.

There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.

Ari couldn’t shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.

He couldn’t keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“Tell me how wet you are, princess.” Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. “C’mon baby girl, I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Teddy bear…” you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.”

“Yeah, I bet they fucking are.” He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. “Show me.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.

It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotel’s garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.

“Fuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.” Ari’s lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. “I haven’t had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, it’s killing me.”

“I know, I don’t like it either, Daddy.” You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. “Feel so empty without you.”

“I know, and it’s a damn crime.” He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. “My poor baby girl.”

You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.

Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.

“Daddy! Oh god…” Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. “Mmm, ‘s so good.”

Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.

His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didn’t lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.

When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s my good girl.” Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think you’re ready for Daddy’s big dick, honey?”

“Mmhm.” You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”

“Daddy knows, princess.” He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. “You just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.

It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.

When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldn’t stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.

Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldn’t stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty baby’ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but it’s not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.

“C’mon baby girl, you want it?” The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. “Daddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or I’m just gonna end up fucking you all night, and I’m not sure you could handle that, baby.”

“Mm-mm… Daddy…” you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. “Please come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. “Can’t say no to you, princess.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.

“Hiiiiiii teddy.” You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. “I’d say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.”

“I’m gonna have to agree with you there, princess.” His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. “Definitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since we’re gonna be apart next week.”

“A present? Ari!” You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. “That still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.”

“Well fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.” He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.”

“Ari… oh my god!” You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. “It’s so big and sparkly!”

The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.

“Everyone is gonna think we’re getting married now, teddy bear.” You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.

“Well, not quite yet, princess.” Like he hadn’t known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.

[randomshyperson]

One For The Road - Heart Shaped Series

Chapter Summary: Wanda's first mission as an Avenger was also marked by the first time she met you.

Warnings: typical canon violence, fluff and Avengers working together but nothing major | Words: 2.501k

A/N-> This is an extra chapter (can be read separately and doesn't impact the current plot of the fic). It's just about delving a little deeper into what happened before the main story and I plan three of them in total (the other two will be their first kiss and their first time). Good reading!

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Before.

They were there to observe. After all, what criminal in their right mind would let the Avengers attend an event where half the guests were wanted by Shield?

But even on the outside, and accompanied by Barton, Steve and Natasha who were basically the most protective members over her, Wanda was nervous.

It was her first official Avengers mission. Not only that, but she had what they called a perfect disguise consisting of an old American football team cap and sunglasses, and Wanda was having a hard time thinking that it would work. Maybe so, because she had only appeared a few times on television, and wasn't exactly the most popular Avenger among them. 

But there was also Captain America in all of his glory of an enchanted big body wearing the same outfit. So ignoring Steve's warning about keeping it on the down low, she was forced to use her skills when she noticed that the waitresses were whispering about him - One peek and Wanda could read their suspicion. The blonde among them was sure of who he was, but a little influence from the witch and that certainty vanished. She could go back to serving coffee without further doubts.

Steve could thank her later for that.

Wanda's first mission was simple. To observe, to provide support. It was more about seeing Steve in action than anything else. Learning how the more experienced ones acted or something. She knew that Clint was somewhere high up, perhaps in one of the buildings away from the main square. 

In any case, they were all surrounding the large Italian-style mansion on the edge of the island. And Tony in his iron armor was taking care of the offshore area, in case the targets escaped by water.

Everything was going well, and almost tedious to be honest, for hours on end. The gala party was happening loud and clear into the night, but Wanda and the others had the excuse of dinner time to stay at the tables in the cheap corner restaurant. 

"We have our first celebrity guest, Captain." Clint's warning over the communicator almost took her by surprise - but Wanda was paying attention to the mansion's large iron door, where she could see the movement in and out of the party. The equally bored security guards finally got something to do - Opening the door to the visually drunk man heading towards the limo waiting for him.

Steve left some cash on the table, standing up before the drunk man had even finished insulting the staff for taking so long to open the door for him. She knew the captain was heading towards the parked motorcycle to follow the car since that was the plan. But she noticed - felt - something different.

The target was an Italian mobster who had attracted Shield's attention by being quoted in a human experimentation scheme. All those involved in the Hydra project, which created people like her and Pietro, were being hunted down one by one. It was an Avengers-level operation because little was known about how far Hydra had managed to go. How many superhumans they manage to create? It wouldn't be smart to send ordinary agents who would probably be up against people as powerful as Wanda.

And well, there was another detail about the target; he had two daughters. According to the files, the girls didn't take part in their father's work. They just enjoyed the money from a crime like two foolish socialites.

Although the two figures were identical to the photographs in the files, something in Wanda clicked when she looked at what was supposed to be the mobster's youngest daughter.

"Steve, there's something wrong." She gasped into the communicator. The waiter looked surprised - he thought she was talking to him.

"Mi dispiace, signorina, cosa ha detto? (Excuse me, what did you say, miss?)" But Wanda muttered excuse me in a very bad accent and got up. At her warning, Steve hesitated and instead of going to the motorcycle, he stopped at the bar. 

The mobster didn't leave the scene either, confirming Wanda's suspicions that things were very wrong. 

From inside the mansion, two security guards ran out - they shouted that something had been stolen from the sale. And the gate was closed again.

The man, drunk and confused, was searched. The presence of a pearl necklace hidden in his jacket was enough for him to be dragged back by the thugs, who ignored the foaming protests of him and his eldest daughter, who ran inside after her father.

"What's the saying again, thief who steals thief...?" Clint joked over the communicator, clearly from wherever he was, he had witnessed the whole scene.

Although he laughed, Steve began to move forward. "Change of plans, guys. Let's break up the party." He announced, and it was no surprise that the positions of the remaining team members quickly began to reveal themselves.

Everyone left their hiding place to invade the party - Tony's armor was the first to act to hack open the iron gates. Most of the security corps surrendered on seeing the Avengers there, but there was still conflict. Steve just wanted to act quickly before the mobster they had come to capture was executed for stealing a pearl necklace.

And Wanda, well, she followed her instincts.

The mobster's daughter fled the scene - She was supposed to go after her father, but she snuck into the parking lot. Wanda had to run a little to avoid losing sight of her.

The confusion of the party invaded by the Avengers was loud enough to drown out her footsteps, and Wanda managed to hide behind some pillars when the figure reached a parked car. She thought she was about to discover that the mobster's daughter was actually more aware of her father's business than she let on when something much more shocking happened.

Before her eyes, Wanda watched the figure change completely. From the original appearance, only the coat and expensive dress remained.

A shapeshifter? What an incredible thing to witness, Wanda thought. She had only heard stories about Loki and had never seen anything other than Natasha's tools of disguise. This here was truly remarkable.

You hummed low, pulling out a closed suitcase from your coat. The Italian mafia symbol made Wanda understand the whole thing quickly - The necklace was just a distraction. The real theft was what you were carrying.

The coat was discarded on the pavement in the parking lot, but before you could stow it in the trunk, you froze. Wanda had half a second to hide behind the pillar, holding her breath and hoping you hadn't seen her.

Well, worst case scenario, she'd use magic on you.

She risked a peek, but you were no longer near the car. Gone, like the suitcase.

Wanda sighed in defeat, feeling pathetic. Her first mission would be marked with the escape of an enemy. How embarrassing.

But then she was suddenly grabbed and restrained. Wanda gasped in shock, imagining that it was one of the building's security guards. Her magic acted faster than the panic in her system - it went through her body and hit the attacker in the chest, who was thrown to the ground.

"Wow, how did you do that?" The voice that came out was definitely not that of a brute like the party security guards. Wanda turned around panting, ready for another attack, but you were sitting on the floor, back to your original appearance, looking at her as if you had just seen the most incredible creature in the world.

Wanda opened her mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say. She was sure she had been grabbed by a security guard, but then she understood: You had changed to look like one. But her magic forced you to return to your real appearance, and Wanda had to convince herself that the way her heart raced and her stomach did two flips was because of the fright, and nothing more.

Her lack of reaction didn't intimidate you. You tilted your head gently. "You're the new one."

You started to get up, Wanda swallowed dryly, taking another step away.  Her hands glowed as red as her eyes. "Stay back."

But you looked at her carefully, as if you were studying her. And you didn't seem afraid of your powers, even though a minute ago you'd been thrown to the ground for it.

"Oh, I remember you from television." You suddenly declare, a glint of recognition in your eyes. "The girl from the country who fell from the sky."

Wanda tried to steady her trembling hands. "I'll take you into custody. I know you stole something."

But you didn't pay any attention to the statement - You advanced against her and she backed away instinctively until Wanda was pressed to the pillar again. One hand against your stomach and the other on your shoulder, keeping you at a safe distance.

She could have just hit you with the magic, but she didn't. Just like you, she didn't attack.

"What... are you doing?" She gasped in a mixture of curiosity and fear, both hands controlling your distance were expelling her power. One of your hands moved up and grabbed her face gently - Wanda had to bite the inside of her cheek at the way her skin burned at your touch. Was it attraction she was feeling? No, it couldn't be. You were a complete stranger. She had to convince herself that this was fear.

You turned her face to one side and then the other, your eyes so focused that you seemed to be trying to memorize every aspect of her appearance.

"I've never met another one of us before." You say, and Wanda frowns in confusion. Your hand remains on her chin, and she swallows dryly before taking a chance:

"Us? Like... another Baron Strucker experiment?" She deduces, and you nod softly before letting go of her face.

You move your hand down and hold the one she has against your stomach. "It's so warm. What is it?" You ask tenderly about her magic. 

Wanda can feel her cheeks burning but she managed to stammer: "Hm... it’s a form of energy, I think." Jesus, Wanda pull yourself together. Well, who could really blame her for feeling out of place about the whole thing? She was literally on her first mission, being pinned against a pillar in the parking lot of a mafia party by some random thief, blushing under the worshipful gaze of that same shape-shifter while her team blew stuff up in the background. It was too much for anyone. 

She tries to gain a little control when she evades your touch, slipping to the side and putting distance between your bodies again. She also ignores how her hand is tingling, as if she was missing your touch from seconds ago.

"How did the Baron manage to give you energy?" You asked curiously but frowned in a worried way.

Wanda sighed. She really was having a conversation with a jewelry thief.

"It was a stone... um, a special kind. It may sound ridiculous, but it was a magic one. It came from outer space, the Avengers actually have a lot of work protecting them. And well, it now sits on the head of one of us and-"

But you suddenly moved - You lifted the hem of your dress just above your thigh, and pulled out a small, hidden pistol. Wanda's heart leaped to her throat. She barely had time to think about reacting, and you had already pulled the trigger.

There was still an arc of magic protecting her when she risked opening her eyes again. You were both out of breath, staring at each other before you lowered the gun.

The shot wasn't aimed at her, as Wanda realized the next second. But behind her, to one of the party guests who was trying to escape the Avengers by running into the parking lot. And well, catching one of them, off guard was quite an opportunity. The man now was writhing in pain on the ground, bleeding from the shot to the neck that you had hit him with. His own gun, loaded to shoot Wanda, rolled off his hand to the grass next to his body. 

Wanda should move. Criminal or not, trying to murder her or not, he needed help.

You raised an eyebrow at the magical protection disappearing around her. "You’re full of tricks aren’t, you?” You teased while hiding your gun again, now on your belt. “This was fun, Wanda Maximoff. Unfortunately, I must leave."

She shallows, knowing she really should move her feet. "You can't go... I have- I should arrest you."

You glance towards the man on the ground, practically unconscious now before looking at the girl again. "But he needs your help, and what kind of superhero doesn't help a bleeding victim?"

Her body reacts to your sarcastic words; she rushes to reach the assaulter and stop the bleeding. You don’t miss the opportunity to walk away to your motorcycle.

Wanda is too busy with the guest to notice you are escaping - Her magic do the hard part to patch up the bleeding and she’s stuck there with this man, at least for the necessary time for you to escape.

Wanda bites her tongue when she sees your motorcycle flee out the back exit, hoping none of her colleagues saw her letting you escape.

It doesn't even take five minutes for Natasha to find her, worried about where she was hiding during the shooting.

“What the hell happened here?” Asked the widow but as soon as she saw the gun on the floor, she assumed that Wanda was defending herself. She sighs before the witch can come up with an explanation. “Fuck, I’m just glad you’re okay, Maximoff. Pretty hardcore for your first mission, huh?” Nat jokes, and somehow, she manages a little chuckle from Wanda. The redhead gives her shoulder a soft tug. "Come on, witchy, i’ll take care of this one. Go find the others."

Natasha offered her a hand to help her up, but Wanda didn't want to take it. Her own were stained with blood.

"I think I'll go back to the quinjet." Said the brunette with a sour stomach. A lot had happened in a very short period of time. Natasha nodded quickly.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead." Said the widow, forcing a smile when she noticed the way the witch was shaking with adrenaline. "And Wanda. You did alright, okay? More than that, to be honest. You caught the hint that something was wrong very quickly. I’m proud of you.”

Wanda just nodded, taking the opposite path from all the confusion.  Completely unaware that a few kilometers away, at high speed, a shapeshifter left the motorcycle's handlebars to press against their own chest. Trying to understand why their heart was racing so much and the feeling of doing something wrong if the robbery had been a success.

[theyapper0]

THE HOTEL!!!!

(It's more of a motel but that's part of the joke)

Since I'm crazy into this rewrite, I decided to draw how I imagine the hotel would look like!!! I took a LOT of inspiration from the Bate Motel from Psycho (1960)!!

I figured that it's only fitting that a hotel that looks more like a motel in Hell resembles one of the most ICONIC locations in American Horror!!!!!

(i WAS gonna do Stanley Hotel from The Shining (take a wild guess as to why) buuuut with my rewrite, Charlie and Vaggie basically build the hotel with nothing but themselves and the little money they had (Charlie wasn't really talking to her dad at this point so she doesn't get daddy's money haha PLUS I thought the hotel would mean a lot more to them if THEY built EVERYTHING from the ground up, instead of them just buying an empty building ykwim??

THIS HOTEL IS THEIR BABY!!!! I think it adds more to their line together in the song in the finale "We're gonna do this, you and me" (I LOVE THAT PART SO MUCH!!!!)

Charlie and Vaggie don't live in one of the rooms in the (m)hotel, they have their own shitty little house just off to the side of it (I cannot stress how much inspo I took from Psycho (1960) its almost ridiculous)

It faces the hotel so they can see everything and are able to run out in case anything happens, there if they're not running around the hotel already 😊😊

(Chaggie are basically married)

And also they don't any limo (they're broke remember) LMAO!!!

Im taking away everything from these poor women.

They have a shitty, beat down sedan that they had no choice but to invest in once they started to build the hotel (they couldn't just haul ass and carry all their supplies to and from all the time)

I thought the Sedan deserved its own drawings :)

(it's the official, unofficial Hazbin mobile)

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Worth The Wait: Part Two

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a J2 x reader imagine where the reader is actress and singer that was nominated for a Oscar or something like that and became one of the few people that have a EGOT (the achievement of having won all four of the major American entertainment awards (i.e. an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar, and a Tony) and obviously everyone is so happy for her, spn fans, her fans, her friends, famous people, her family, spn cast and especially her boyfriends that they weren’t with her for some reason?

Summary: You've been working endlessly to put your own album out, and now you've been nominated for a Grammy... the only award that keeps you from being an EGOT winner. Will you win tonight? Will you finally be out on that prestigious award list that only nineteen people have ever been on?

Square Filled: pie (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: the asks says jensen and jared to be the love interest for the reader, but i only made it for jensen

x

This is it. This is the moment I’ve been working my ass off for. I can do this. Even if I don’t win, it’s an honor to be nominated.

After working on Batman vs. Superman, you worked tirelessly on putting out your own album, your very first. Your fans have been asking for one since they’ve heard you sing in movies and on Broadway. You’re just giving the people what they want. Well, they loved it so much that you’re nominated for some of the categories for the Grammys.

If you win just one category, you’ll be an EGOT winner. Only nineteen people have earned that prestigious award in history, and you can be one of them if all goes well tonight.

“I know you’re nervous but you’re going to do great. I’m going to be right here next to you. Even if you don’t win tonight, you’re still a winner in my eyes,” Jensen smiles.

“Thank you,” you smile and kiss him just as the limo arrives at the Grammys.

The cameras are on you the second you get out of the limo. There is a staging area before the area where the pictures are taken, so you and Jensen take the chance to touch up your makeup and both your outfits. 

There are millions of people watching on their TVs at home so you make sure to put your best smile on when you go out there. As soon as the press sees you, they call your name in hopes you pose for their cameras. Jensen makes sure you get some good solo ones before joining your side.

You pull Jensen close and kiss him quickly which will make for a good photo. You spend ten minutes smiling at a bunch of different cameras before moving past them to the section where celebrities like to hang out before being seated inside.

Two reporters are off to the side interviewing anyone who wants to talk to them, and they spot you and Jensen easily.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ackles. Wow, you two look stunning,” one of them says.

“Thank you.”

“Do you have a bit of time for us?”

“Actually, we do,” you smile and step forward.

There is a camera pointed at the mini stage you’re on so that viewers at home can watch this.

“We are here with the lovely Jensen and Y/N Ackles. I have to say, you two look amazing.”

“Thank you. I love both your dresses as well,” you smile.

You four talk about being nominated, who you’re wearing, what it means to be here, and anything else they want to know.

“I’m just excited for tonight. It doesn't matter if I leave with an award or not. Everyone here is a winner in my eyes.”

“Thank you for coming out. That was, again, Y/N and Jensen Ackles.”

You and your husband leave them to go find your seats inside. You’re pretty nervous so you’re glad that Jensen is here with you. That, and alcohol usually clams your nerves. A few of the people who are nominated are performing but you’re not one of them. You’d love to be performing one of your songs from your new album but they didn’t ask you to do it.

Nonetheless, you enjoy the performances that everyone else puts on.

Mariah Carey walks on stage to give out the award for Best Pop Vocal Album and you start to bounce your leg. This is the first category that you’re nominated for so you’re extremely nervous.

“You’re going to do great,” Jensen says against your hair as he kisses your head.

“Thanks,” you whisper back.

“I am so honored to present this award for Best Pop Vocal Album. The nominees are Chemistry by Kelly Clarkson.” They play a snippet of one of her songs before moving on to the next nominee. “Endless Summer Vacation by Miley Cyrus.” You love Flowers. She did such a good job on the song. “GUTS by Olivia Rodrigo.” You’re not a fan of hers but you can see how she’s successful. “Midnights by Taylor Swift.” Now there’s an album you can get behind. You love her so much and hope you can collaborate with her one day. “Finally Free by Y/N.” Jensen grabs your hand when she mentions your name. “And the Grammy goes to…” She takes her time opening the letter and smiles when she reads the name on it. “Finally Free by Y/N!”

Tears immediately come to your eyes when your hit single starts playing over the loudspeakers. The cameras are on you to gauge your reaction but you don’t pay them any attention. Jensen kisses you and encourages you to go up there on your own.

You leave him at the table and join Mariah Carey on stage who hands you the award with pride.

“Thank you so much,” you try not to cry. “I can’t believe this is happening. Words cannot express how grateful I am not only to my fans but to my husband who has stood by my side through thick and thin. He is my rock and my biggest supporter. I also thank my team for putting this amazing album together so effortlessly.

“I have been striving for this award since I won my second Emmy. By winning this award, I have managed to make it onto the EGOT list which is the biggest achievement I could have ever gotten. I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.”

Tears fall freely but you’re grateful for winning this award. Everyone cheers for your win even as you’re walking off stage. Jensen meets you backstage and pulls you into his arms.

“God, I am so proud of you!” he smiles happily. “You did it!”

“I can’t believe this is happening right now.”

“As soon as this is over, why don’t we get celebratory pie?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you grin and kiss him. 

x

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[hooked-on-elvis]

ELVIS GIVING ALL THE DOLLAR BILLS HE HAD ON HAND TO A SOLDIER.

The White House trip, late December 1970.

Elvis Presley (1) Army years, ca. 1958 and (2) December 1970.

PLANE TRIP FROM LOS ANGELES TO WASHINGTON D.C. ON DECEMBER 20, 1970. I had to snap into action to work out all the details for Elvis’s return trip to D.C.—lining up our airline tickets, making preboarding arrangements, booking our hotel rooms, and hiring limos to get us to and from the airports. There was no way to do this without spending some more of Elvis’s money — I charged most of it to his American Express card. A short while later, with Sir Gerald [Elvis' favorite Limo driver in L.A., according to Jerry] again at the wheel, we were driving back to LAX. It had occurred to me that we might need some cash during the course of the trip. I didn’t have any (not an unusual situation for me back then) and Elvis didn’t have any, either. All we had was his credit card and a checkbook that I’d found in his desk at Hillcrest. The ever-resourceful Sir Gerald spoke up and said that he knew someone at the Beverly Hilton Hotel who might honor a check for $500 on a Sunday night, so we made the stop there and succeeded in getting the money. Elvis handed it to me for safekeeping. We got to the airport and were the first to board our red-eye flight. As the rest of the passengers boarded we noticed that there were an unusual number of soldiers on the plane — guys coming home from Vietnam who had first stopped in L.A. and were now heading back east to their homes, just in time for Christmas. Many passengers recognized Elvis, and he was cordial with everyone who said hello. Before the plane took off, one of the soldiers came up the aisle to stand next to Elvis and talk with him. He told Elvis what a big fan he was, and Elvis took an interest in the young guy, asking him where he was coming from and where he was heading. I saw that the two were having a very friendly conversation, and my attention drifted after a while. It was refocused when Elvis put a gentle elbow in my ribs. “Where’s that money?” “What money?” I asked. But I’d seen enough of Elvis’s gestures of generosity to suspect what was coming next. “The $500.” “That’s all we’ve got, Elvis.” “You don’t understand—this guy’s just come home from the war. He’s going home to see his family. I want him to have the money.” The soldier got the $500, and I was suddenly in the strange situation of traveling across the country with Elvis Presley, [alone and] absolutely penniless. Excerpt "Me and a Guy Named Elvis: My Lifelong Friendship with Elvis Presley" by Jerry Schilling (2006)

A little something extra to add to this story, something possibly easy to understand, but anyway. Think about today… it's becoming increasingly uncommon to pay for things with real money, we mostly use debit/credit cards - even our cell phones and watches can be used to pay for a purchase. Back in the days there were places that only accepted real currency as a form of payment - it was the 70s. Imagine being alone with Elvis Presley, a guy who wanted everything done as quickly and easily as it could be (TCB), wanting or needing to buy something and you, the only one responsible for him, not having the means to buy it and having to find a way to do it fast, out of nowhere! Jerry really wasn't in an easy position at that moment, but everything turned out just fine.

This is just for illustration purposes. Elvis' money clip.

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Mid-Game Superstitions

(American) Football Star!Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Note: Based on this idea I had watching the game last night and inspired by the fact that I like watching the sports ball sometimes. I'd apologize for the length but I wouldn't really mean it :)

You were nervous as all hell, nearly bit off your press ons in the car. It had been pandemonium when you arrived with the other partners, some of the wives coming with their kids in separate cars, but most of you all together. A few of them had done it before, been to a Super Bowl as the second most important people in the stadium, and Peggy had clasped a hand around your forearm as you stepped out of the limo.

You were glad for the anchor against all of the screaming. To your surprise people weren't just screaming for Peggy, or Sam's supermodel girlfriend, but they knew you too. It was delightful if not a little off-putting as you all posed to people screaming your name each of you wearing some form of the team's colors, red, white, and blue.

You'd gotten used to the hubbub of metal detectors and being ushered in a pack of security guards up to the box designated for all of you. Once things had calmed down, and you'd all taken copious numbers of photos and got drinks, you slipped away from the people you'd well and truly decided were your friends after a year of breathless wins and harrowing injuries, and made your way over to one of the security guards by the door. There were two at the door and one moving around the room, just in case anyone got by the first two.

"Uhm, excuse me?" The man turned. He was massive, but you were no more intimidated by him than by Bucky or any of the other equally massive players on the team. You'd learned through the season that the sweeter you were, the quicker you got things.

"What can I do for you?"

"I usually go down to meet my husband outside the locker room during half time. I just wanted to make sure there was an easy way to get there and that you knew beforehand!" Usually that's all it took, a smile and a little shrug. Today though, the man frowned and leaned back out the door to say something to his partner, you didn't catch it all, but he said something about security and concerns. When he turned back around he was still frowning.

"I'm sorry, I have to check with the rest of the security team. They're running things a little militant around here."

"Oh, I know a thing or two about militant! Bucky and Steve were in the Army before they joined the league. I'm sure there will be some way we can make it happen." You hoped you sounded confident, but not too forceful. You were already antsy from not being able to see him right before the game like normal, but you knew this was not a normal game. He nodded with a small smile and stepped outside, the door closing behind him. You loitered there, glancing back at the rest of the teams partners, many of whom had looked back over at you and given you hopeful thumbs ups.

It hadn't seemed like a big thing in the beginning of the season, the stop by the locker room at half time. It was Steve's fourth season in the league, second as first string quarterback. Bucky had played tight end in high school and college, and Steve had practically begged when the Commandos were planning their draft picks to get his best friend on the team. He would have done anything to keep Bucky playing, that included letting you sneak down to give him a mid-game pep talk and kiss.

It wasn't until it was clear they were going to the playoffs that the players and their partners noticed that the games you weren't there or the games where you weren't able to follow through with the ritual between the halves, the Howling Commandos would lose. It wasn't a perfect measure, and it didn't even seem like the team played worse when you weren't down there, it was just like there was one missing piece.

The door reopened and the man seemed surprised to see you still standing there.

"I'm really sorry, but we've been told we're not allowed to take anyone down there between the game. There's too much chaos with the half time show dancers and teams." You floundered for an excuse, but 'they're going to lose if I don't' seemed pretty weak, so you were left standing there when he closed the door.

"Darling? What did they say?" You turned to meet Peggy's eye and shook your head.

"Oh dear." Most of the rest of the box seemed to have caught on and pats on the back were accompanied by nervous looks. Even though it had been your ritual with Bucky, it had kind of become the whole team's ritual. Peggy said Steve had mentioned that it wasn't that Bucky played worse when you didn't go down, it was his dark expression and lack of usual energy and camaraderie that brought them all down.

"I'm sure it'll be ok!" someone's wife called, "They're going to be so caught up in the game that they won't even have time to dwell on it. They've been practicing so hard." Before you could have too long a thought about it, they were called your attention back to the field and you watched them run out onto the field, all of you hooting and hollering as you saw your boys get on the field.

-/-/-/-/-/-

Bucky was ecstatic coming off the field during the half time. They were up by one touchdown and the energy was electric, every single move gained praise.

"Everyone take ten, do not, and I repeat! Do Not! Think about sitting for longer than five of those minutes. We'll huddle up then." Coach Fury lived up the name, but he kept them all ready to play.

"Buck, you are a beast out there man! Insane!" Sam practically bowled him over with the unexpected chest bump.

"Me? What about you!" Bucky gathered up a bottle of water and Gatorade, wiping away sweat and grass stains before slipping off down the hall to the way they had come in. There were a few people loitering around and security by the load, but he didn't spot you.

"Scuse me." One of the security guards turned and his eyes widened.

"Ma-Sir, you have to go back in the locker room."

"Oh, I'm just checking if my partner came down here. They usually do. Black jeans, shirt with my name on the back?"

"Sorry sir, we aren't allowed to let anyone but the half time crew in here. No one was allowed down." Bucky frowned.

"But-" He was cut off by loud music and the security guard shook his head, practically backing him towards the locker room again. Steve couldn't help but spot Bucky hanging his head and nearly swore out loud. He knew that look.

-/-/-/-/-/-

When all was said and done, they had fought hard, but the other team had a few last tricks up their sleeve. All of you had made your way down to the back doorway, where the players had come in and gone out, and were waiting for your freshly showered, if not very dejected football players. Bucky and Steve were nearly always the last ones out of the locker room, and Peggy and you waited patiently as they began to stream out. Sam was the first to say it, but it came like a steady stream after.

"They shoulda let you down here." It wasn't a specific blame, not on Bucky and not on you, but mid-game rituals were habits, and the habit might have cost the team the game. Finally, very last, you spotted the duo coming out, hair wet and heads handing.

"Hey peach," Bucky sighed, falling into your open arms and pressing his face into your neck.

"Hi Buck. You played great." He mumbled something against the hem of your shirt that sounded something like 'could'a played better' and you kissed the top his head, the smell of his conditioner reminding you of home.

"Next time," Steve said as he and Peggy began to walk away, "Next time I am telling the security team that you gotta come down no matter what." You could feel Bucky smile.

"Next time," he said as he pulled himself away from you, "If they don't let you come down, I'm coming up."

"Next time Buck." He leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to your lips.

"Let's go home."

[docholligay]

I liked the folk song you exposed me to. If you feel like it, the first five that hit your mind go! I'll look them up and have a listen ^‿^

Boy I wish I could remember what folk song that was ahahah. I listen to a LOT of folk. A Favored genre. I basically listen to folk and country and then running music. Bless you for not asking for me to pick songs that are my favorites or particularly great, those almost always paralyze me for whatever reason.

HERE'S THE LAST SIX I PLAYED ON YOUTUBE THAT I THINK ARE MORE FOLK THAN COUNTRY

Billy Bragg -- Between The Wars

Iron and Wine--Passing Afternoon

Dave Carter--When I Go (Doc why are there two songs in a row about death? Mind your business, if you're not careful I'll make a whole playlist of the very best of death.)

Bright Eyes-- Land Locked Blues

Trials of Cato-- Gawain

Colter Wall--Sleeping on the Blacktop

And here's three bonus "if you know nothing about folk music here's some important foundational American Contemporary Folk music that you may have never heard" songs (In MOST of these the singers are important but the songs are just, ones I like)

Woody Guthrie-- I ain't got no home in this world-- You know this dude. He wrote "This land is your land". He's the one that has the guitar that says "This machine kills fascists" (Boy whenever people post something referring to that I want to be like, "WHOSE FUCKING GUITAR IS THAT FROM??? TELL ME WHO! TELL ME NOW!"

Pete Seeger -- What Did You Learn in School Today -- you know many many songs by this man. They have been covered by many many people. he wrote "Turn, Turn, Turn" he wrote 'Where Have All the Flowers Gone" he wrote "if I had a hammer" It is BUCKWILD to me that more people don't know who Pete Seeger is. Anyway i picked this song because both he and the below are part of my larger reeducation program that all generations have been politically aware, actually.

Phil Ochs--Draft Dodger Rag-- I fucking love Phil Ochs. He was the first one, by most reasonable evidence, to publish a protest song that named Vietnam by name. He was deeply critical of the US government. He wrote my favorite patriotic song too, though. He was a biting, funny, aggressive Jewish man who started fights even within his own circles (He directly attacks Pete Seeger, I know of at least, in one song. Bob Dylan shoved him out of a limo because Phil was dogging on his songs) and did not know when to fucking quit, and got himself into trouble. I consider his suicide to be one of the great tragedies of the music world, but also not the most surprising thing on God's green and verdant earth. I could give you just a top five Phil Ochs songs. Anyway, I picked this song because everyone picks the aggro ones, but I like also when he's funny. ANYWAY.

[fatteningmenstories2]

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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the american actress pt 1 | pt 2 ☆ shuri x fem!reader

an invitation to the most lavish and private wakandan ball suddenly makes its way into your lap, despite you being only a regular old actress compared to the world leaders who usually attend. could it be the princess invited you herself..? surely not.

warnings : some implicit actions , fluff & cute flirting between the two !

word count : 2,861

note : this is the first shuri fanfic i’ve written after coming back from my terrible writers block so i apologize if it’s not the best lol i’ve just been so obsessed with her lately that i had to write something for her :)

wakanda is a kingdom of utter extravagance. ever since they opened up their walls they had begun throwing lavish balls and galas to keep the countries distracted from stealing vibranium. the world leaders saw it as an elite gala while wakanda saw it as a way to share their wealth without actually sharing. only the most classy and most important of people could even dream about attending the wakandan dances. the most famous of these balls being the wakandan international gala. something so simply named would have to be but a simple event, right? you would be incredibly mistaken. women dressed to the nines while men wore their most expensive designer suits. governors would discuss politics while tribe leaders ate and danced. princesses and daughters of government officials would gossip and flirt with the many men eyeing them down. most importantly, the avengers themselves would attend. they treated the night as one of their many vacation days from work. the black widow would forgo her iconic black suit, captain america would drop the shield for a glass of whiskey, tony stark would still bring his suit but only to show off, thor’s cape became a tuxedo, hawkeye managed to go without his bow, and bruce banner left the green man at home.

this was your first and what you thought to be your last time attending the infamous event. you were certain to be an outlier compared to the world’s most important people. you happened to be just a simple actress. you didn’t sign treaties or protect the universe. all you did was read off a script and perform some stunts for a living. it was safe to say you believed the invitation to be a mistake, but your agent assured you it was not. apparently you had been invited allegedly by someone with high wakandan authority. they had left their identity a mystery which drove you wild. it made you laugh to think the person who invited you was the princess of wakanda, shuri. you happened to form a crush on her some time ago after seeing her on tv discussing world politics. somehow she made the war over vibranium sound sexy and adorable at the same time. which was quite insane.

you often found yourself wondering if the princess had seen any of your movies. she was far too busy to sit down and watch some silly academy nominated films. after all, she was the princess of a whole nation and led only the best scientists all on her own.

you currently stood in front of large doors made purely out of vibranium. it was carved with thousands of little people telling the story of how wakanda was formed. the attention to detail had been nothing short of incredible. it was so incredible, in fact, that your breathing even hitched a little. you had never seen anything quite like that with its craftsmanship. yet again, you hadn’t seen anything quite like wakanda.

the trip to wakanda had been fairly short despite the long distance needing to be traveled. a limo showed up at your quaint loft in nyc right when the invitation said transportation would arrive. after that you were taken to what seemed to be an army base. wakandan jets were lined along as you watched others enter. they went in groups, while you had a jet all of your own. the next thing you knew was arriving in wakanda and standing in front of these doors. everything had happened so quick!

“ehem.”

your gaze shifts from the top of the door to the two women standing on both sides of it. you blushed out of embarrassment, the red on your checks too bright for your brown skin to hide. out of your astonishment you forgot the two women had even been standing there. they oozed poise and bravery. not to mention they were incredibly sexy.

somehow you felt underdressed when you stared at them. they were wearing their normal dora milaje gear, but still it matched the regality of the gala. you looked down at your thousand dollar gown and frowned a little. it had stuck to your body like a glove, showing off every curve. you felt a little self conscious due to the low back and high leg slit. it almost felt too grown for such an event, but your stylist assured you it would be the right choice for the occasion. so maybe you weren’t overdressed, but perhaps just feeling like you didn’t dress for the right kind of gala.

it made you feel so much older than nineteen. the black sparkles shined bright as the lights in the hall hit every single one of them. your dark stilettos positioned you higher than normal, but you were just of the same height as the dora milaje women. your hair had been done up in a bun style updo, showcasing your collarbones and soft neck. the makeup you wore was soft glam, and that was just how you liked it. you knew you were beautiful but the nerves of keeping up appearances was eating you alive.

you move closer to the door and smile to the two women. they do not reciprocate the smile, but you know they would if they could. their training probably prohibited them from doing such things at events like these.

spears hit the ground causing the large vibranium doors to open. it caught you by surprise seeing how easily the moved open despite how much they had to of weighed. once they opened it revealed to you just how many people were truly at this gala.

your eyes land on everyone below and grow wide at the realization that everyone is staring back at you. you even make eye contact with one of the avengers, natasha romanoff. you quickly turn your eyesight away out of embarrassment, however, it’s just your luck that your eyes land right on princess shuri right after. you could feel yourself freezing as a wide smile grew onto her face. she looked happy? like as if she was happy to see you attending.

“introducing y/n y/l/n, the american actress.” a thick accent shouts before the spears hit the ground again.

everyone’s eyes linger on you for a second while you make your way into the room. the doors close suddenly behind you. you can’t help but feel totally exposed. somehow being in front of a million people at a premiere is better than this, because at least you know those people love you.

music fills your ears as you see the band has begun playing again. people go back to normal as the music starts and you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. you finally allow yourself to go down the stairs without the risk of tripping from your anxiety.

the room looked much smaller from above, but as you’re in the middle of it all you realize the room is quite large. you can’t help but allow your eyes to scan the room as you take in all the lavish decor and beautiful greenery. the walls were covered in flowers and vines native to wakanda. sculptures of panthers made purely out of vibranium lined the walls and the pillars reaching from out of them. dora milaje stood in little doorways towards the top of the walls, watching down on the guests.

the large glass roof allowed for the stars to shine so beautifully on your sparkly dress. it also helped to create the perfect atmosphere as people danced and laughed. it was just the perfect amount of light.

you hadn’t realized you made your way to the bar until someone tapped your shoulder with a sharp nail.

“are you lost?” a sultry voice spoke.

“oh,” you quickly turn yourself around to see the black widow standing in front of you. you find it hard to form the correct words, only saying, “i’m sorry.”

she laughs, “for what?”

“i- i just…” your mouth goes dry, “i guess i don’t know.”

“hm,” she raises a brow, “you’re just as pretty in person as you are in the movies.”

you gasp, “you watch my movies?”

“who doesn’t?” a thick wakandan accent speaks from behind you.

you feel your legs go weak when you recognize who’s voice it was. it couldn’t be, could it? you turn to the side and your eyes land on the princess of wakanda, shuri. she flashes you a charming smile and you can feel your face heat up once again. she’s not that much older than you, but she looked incredibly mature. she didn’t wear a typical dress, instead opting for a suit that had no under shirt. you could see the most modest part of her chest and how toned her collarbones were. it’s almost as if you could see her muscles underneath the suit. shuri could feel you undressing her with your eyes, but said nothing about it.

“you do not mind if i take my guest, do you romanoff?” shuri spoke to natasha while gripping your hand. the russian spy looked down at the hang gripping and then up again.

“not at all.” she said before going back to sipping on her incredibly dark red wine.

“come y/n, i must show you something.” shuri speaks while flashing another smile and dragging you away from the party. you’re far too starstruck to even say anything, only nodding as a response.

you’re lead through the many corridors of the wakandan palace before reaching the least guarded area in the whole place. the doors were white and looked futuristic. you watch as shuri begins to type some password into a keypad.

“you’re the princess”

ugh, you cant believe you’ve said that out loud.

“yes, i am.” she chuckles, “and you’re a famous american actress.”

“why does everyone refer to me as that? i have a name.” you cant help but frown.

“hmm, fine. i will refer to you as y/n, the princess of all american actresses.”

what a stupid nickname, but it sounded so cute coming from her that you couldn’t help but smile. she noticed this and beamed with pride. her little flirting had been working nicely.

“that works.” you joke with her. for the first time tonight you didn’t find yourself feeling anxiety.

“ah! here we are.” shuri speaks as the white door begins to open. it slides from both sides to reveal what seems to be the infamous lab. you don’t have time to register much of anything due to shuri dragging you inside and up some stairs to a ledge. she stops in front of a table covered in different little trinkets and inventions.

“forgive me princess, but what am i supposed to be looking at?”

“hm?” she looks up at you, tearing her gaze away from the table. “oh yes, hold on.”

you watch as she picks through the items.

“to be honest i didn’t know you knew of my existence.”

she laughs and you can feel butterflies forming inside you. your schoolgirl crush on shuri was truly getting worse and worse by every moment you spend with her. surely she could never see you that way though. hell, you didn’t even know if she was into girls.

“i watch every movie of yours. you are quite an incredible actress. which is why i wanted you to test these for me.” she says while handing you what seemed to be a pair of black glasses. they were the exact same frames as ones you wore in your last movie.

shuri sees you raising a brow at this realization and says, “i liked how well they complimented you.”

“i see.” you say as you hear the subtle cockiness in her voice begin to dwell. you couldn’t help but think about how much taller she was even in your heels. so to look up at her with the glasses on made you feel a bit silly. you enjoyed it though.

suddenly words appear in your eyesight. the glasses lenses turn into screens that display what seems to be a script. it tracks what you read and what you haven’t, highlights certain parts of the text for you, and seemingly more. your mouth can’t help but gape open at how cool it all is.

“did you make these?” a stupid question, but you had to ask.

“of course, with you in mind.”

“why me?”

“it gave me a good excuse to get you in my lab, and trust me, i needed to get you in here somehow.”

oh. my. god.

“why wait until this fancy gala?” you blushed as you spoke, still searching through the words on the lenses.

“i just wanted to see you in a pretty dress. i guessed you’d look amazing based off your premiere pics, but somehow it’s so much better in person. you’re so much better in person.”

suddenly you feel her hand resting on your hip. you don’t refuse her, and she can feel you’re enjoying the reaction. she took pleasure in knowing your hairs probably stood up under that tight dress from her finger tips. she lifts the glasses up, allowing for you to make eye contact with her. she was looking at you like you were the only person in the world. she was looking at you as if she wanted to devour you.

how suave.

“you are much shorter in person, but i prefer it this way. much easier to do this.”

“do what—“ you begin to ask, but unable to finish as a gasp escapes from your plump lips. shuri had lifted you up onto the glass table so easily that it caught you by surprise. you swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. your body aches for her and she could tell.

her fingers trail up the slit in your dress as you both hold eye contact. she smiles as they slip under the dress, finding your black panties. the space between you two becomes much less by every passing second.

“i should’ve flown you out to wakanda much sooner if i knew you would let me get this far. perhaps even request you film a movie here.”

“a movie? for the wakandans?”

she laughs, “no silly. our own personal movie. one that involves little clothing. i’m sure you’d be a natural at it since it involves no real acting.”

holy shit she’s good.

she leans in while keeping eye contact. you began growing impatient so you grab her face and push your lips into hers. suddenly the space between you is no longer existing. her hands are on your hips as you attempt to chase some kind of high.

shuri takes pleasure in knowing just how fast you crumbled beneath her. you two didn’t even know each other for two hours and here you were grinding yourself into her and the table trying to chase a high.

your hands dug into the curly hair on top of her head as she dove to your exposed neck. her nails dug into your skin when you pulled slightly on the hair. her teeth sank into your neck and you moaned from the contact. it was almost as if she was a vampire with the way she was sucking and biting on you. she just couldn’t get enough of how fruity you had tasted.

you couldn’t help but melt underneath her and turn into a mess as she pushed your legs up. she was incredibly charming and the best kisser you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. this certainly isn’t what you had planned for the night, but it would do nicely.

“princess shuri—“

“not,” she came up from your neck and kissing you to speak, “now.”

“but—“

shuri ignored the voice speaking from the walls. you were too busy taking everything in to notice the voice.

“princess shuri!”

a voice booms through the lab and suddenly shuri is pushing herself off of you. you quickly fix your position to keep from falling off of the glass table as you realize someone other than the both of you was in the room.

“okoye, how many times have i told you to not enter when the doors are shut?!”

the woman only raises a brow as she looks between you and the princess. you give a weak but embarrassed smile. her expression drops into a slight smile when she sees shuri’s hand still on your waist.

“i apologize to break up whatever this is, but the queen is requesting your presence.”

shuri sighs, “i better not keep mother waiting.” she looks back at you and attempts to hide a smile from seeing how flustered you look, “i will be back. do not move a muscle!”

you can only find it in yourself to nod your head, already missing how good it felt to have her lips on your neck.

she hurries after okoye and the doors to the lab open.

“must you have sex in the lab?”

“we were not going to have sex okoye!”

“lying is not good for the soul shuri.”

“hmph. you know how long i’ve been crushing on her.”

“oh yes, you never shut up about her last movie. such a lover girl aren’t you? at least take the girl out on a date first.”

“maybe i will.” shuri states in a matter of fact manner.

the doors shut cutting off the conversation to you. however, you heard all you needed to hear, a smile spreading across your lips.

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Oh, S**t || Henlex (December 2nd)

Usually, whenever Henry had to attend to an event, he would already be calculating the hour in which he would have Shaan picking him up to take him home, that's how much he would always look forward to those things. But this time, on this night, he was actually excited about this particular fundraiser, the one when not only he was determined to get enough money from the people attending the party for the Children's Hospital, but because Alex would be attending to the party, or at least he was hoping he would. And that was giving him huge butterflies in the stomach.

He was still surprised about how well things were going with the American man. They weren't 'besties' by any means, but things had developed into a good, nice status where they could be friendly, even playful with one another, all of aimed by an almost constant texting and phone calls at any time of night, and day. Not to mention it had made their own study environment much more calm, which in return made their assignment to move forward much more easily.

And tonight, they had a chance to hang out at a much more relaxed place than school, even if it wasn't the wildest of parties, they could still have fun, right? His train of thoughts came to a stop when the limo stopped and his door was opened for him to step out. Flashes came at it from every angle, and he waved a little at them before he turned around and headed inside, the yelling of 'Your Highness' being thrown at his back.

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The Revenge Of Two Hands One Mouth - O2 Academy Bristol (November 27, 2013) by Adam Gasson

After 11 years of not finding a single photo from this show, I found these yesterday! I can not begin to express what this means to me, I nearly cried and I couldn't sleep last night. I was still a rather new fan and this was my first time going to a show in the UK, the first show I went to see with a friend, and my first time meeting that friend, too. And these above photos are SO GOOD! Not much was preserved from this show at all, there was no recording allowed (no charcoal drawings either), and to my knowledge not even the full setlist for this specific show was preserved anywhere. So better late than never, but here's what I remember (with some help from these photos!) and the things I've puzzled back together:

If there was opening music or an opening act, i don't recall, but Russell entered the stage alone. It was dramatic and impactful, and it went quiet as he gave an intense stare into the audience and did a drawn out "ahhh" into the microphone. After a little moment of quiet, it turned out the microphone had been connected to a sequencer which now started repeating "ah ah ah ah ah ah". Suspense, excitement. Russell added: "Hold, hold, hold, hold". (...I was definitely freaking out.) While that started looping on top of the ah ah ah sequence, he made stop signs with his hand as we all listened. A few repeats passed. "I'm getting mixed signals, mixed signals - mixed, mixed, mixed signals".

^ the only seconds of this show I recorded as I didn't yet know it wasn't allowed - security signed at me and I put the camera away. It was fine. (Here's a recording of it made during the US tour later that year - recording seemed to be less frowned upon at that point.)

I don't recall when Ron entered the stage at this show, whether it was during the song or after, but what a way to open! And what an amazing song choice!

The performance that left the biggest impression on me at this show though was Nicotina. It was a choice I didn't see coming, but also the way Russell sang it! Falsetto heaven. (Sadly not a single video is to be found of Nicotina from this tour. But for your falsetto heaven needs, I hope you can find a video of Here In Heaven that they also performed on this tour, because that will also kill you.)

As everyone here probably knows I am quite big on Bergman, which at the time was heavily promoted during the tours, and, the excerpts they played on this tour were different from what they played during Two Hands One Mouth! They played "I Am Ingmar Bergman", The Studio Commissary (my favourite song on Bergman), Limo Driver (but sang by Russell, and HOW!) and "Oh My God". (Here's a video of it from one of the American shows. It's extremely good. People who've been around for a while have seen me lose it over this video many times.)

The most unexpected song choice was probably Katherine Hepburn. Me and my friend had been joking for absolute months that we were going to see Sparks and they'd play Katherine Hepburn (as if that would ever happen, we were obsessed with that song though!). And here we were, and they were playing Katherine Hepburn right in front of our eyes. (What is reality.)

Falling In Love With Myself Again had me losing it over the organ sounds, always a fan of Ron on organ, and I LOVE that song. Russell sang a line in my direction (I died), and he managed to throw another line at me during Those Mysteries ...I died a few times that night. As you might expect. That was kind of the whole THOM/TROTHOM experience anyway. Lots of dying. But the variety of dying where you end up in heaven. (You're at a Sparks show after all.)

They wrote a song especially for this tour, which was not released but only ever played live: Revenge Of Two Hands One Mouth. What a thing to experience! A very dark song, but wonderful. (REVENGE! REVENGE REVENGE!)

At the end of the show Ron took a photo of Russell with the audience. I don't really remember that happening, but the photo exists and it really was not a thing they did often back then. We had been a good audience :)

Here's all the songs that were probably played that night in random order:

Your Call's Very Important To Us. Please Hold., B.C., Good Morning, Here In Heaven, Academy Award Performance, Those Mysteries, Falling In Love With Myself Again, Big Boy, Nicotina, Popularity, This Town Ain't Big Enough For Both Of Us, excerpts from The Seduction Of Ingmar Bergman, Tryouts For The Human Race, Katherine Hepburn, Revenge Of Two Hands One Mouth. They likely also played The Number One Song in Heaven, When Do I Get To Sing 'My Way' and Suburban Homeboy. (I see mentions of How Are You Getting Home? and How Do I Get To Carnegie Hall? in setlists for this tour as well, which they very well might have played but I very sadly have zero memory of ever hearing those songs live.)

This tour had a real air of mystery, possibly even more so than Two Hands One Mouth, as the lack of existing footage definitely adds to it. But luckily some of it *is* out there, and I am so grateful for these photos :) On top of the songs I especially mentioned above, I would also advise people to look for recordings of Tryouts For The Human Race and Popularity from this tour, because the arrangements are probably not going to be the way you expect them to be. And as you might expect: B.C. is stunning live. (I could start a whole rant about Good Morning and Suburban Homeboy live but I think I sufficiently screamed about both in my personal notes on THOM the year prior.) Final note: I know Russell had some sort of dance move for Big Boy because me and another friend couldn't stop talking about it for months. I don't remember what he did, but both THOM and TROTHOM were wonderful for Russell dances <3

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Split Seam

steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy series

18+ allusions to smut, stuffy family dynamics, overall just a fun time tho

a/n | marriage done the standy way, this was fun to write :')

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It’s raining in Philadelphia and chocolate hearts are on sale at the CVS down the block from his apartment. Valentine’s cards too, pink and purple and red and everything must go. He buys a bottle of seltzer and a chocolate rose. When he gets to the station he unwraps the red tinfoil and takes a large bite out of the bloom. He’s starving, didn’t get lunch at the office today with the usual end of the week scramble of numbers and numbers and suits and numbers. But he’s only got an hour and change on the train. He can hold out, Hershey’s aside. 

He’s done this train ride sixty-two times now. This is number sixty-three, but he’s not keeping track. All he knows is that it still feels like relief when he’s seated and the train starts moving. It’s always felt like a relief to be moving in the same direction as her again.

They’ve gotten this right, he thinks. As right as they possibly could, at least. The first year of what Andy called moderate-to-long distance was hard. Awkward phone calls with long swaths of silence, calls that were missed altogether, crossed wires, cataclysmic blowouts that were and weren’t about the things they argued about. But they’ve made it this far, nearly two years of this perpetual back and forth ache that’s only soothed with train rides, with closing that gap. 

There’s been three apartments in New York, and he’s pretty sure he likes this last one that she’s in the best. Greenwich Village, old brick and pock-marked sidewalks and tall windows that wash warm over lightwood floors, and he likes being the one making this trip because he likes getting to see her in a space that feels like her. And he likes this too, the same as the first sixty-two trips, she’s waiting for him at the station, that brief moment, miracle, within which he sees her but she doesn’t see him. Checking her watch and running a hand back through her hair, in her brown leather coat, sharp and smooth and too cool for a banker from Philly, but she’s here for him, smiling big, smiling everything when her eyes finally catch his. 

This always the same too, a soft, sweet rejoining, her hand curling at the nape of his neck, other arm slung over his shoulder and here, here, she presses her lips to his cheek, her nose sliding in line with his and hi, baby, another kiss, quick, and he’s home. 

“They have you staying late again, don’t they? Or did you get all dressed up just to see me?” Little tug to his tie as they thread through throngs of people, out into the cool damp night in as close of a tangle they can be without getting heckled for it on the street. 

“Catch-up from the holidays, or at least that’s what everyone keeps saying.”

“Right, right, crunching numbers and murdering secretaries American Psycho-style?”

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Little squeeze to her hip, little mean as they continue their walk back to her place. Her grin gets lit up by the neon creeping into the oncoming night. 

“Kidding, your colleagues however, well, yeah.” Well, yeah, Andy had come into town right before Christmas to go to his company holiday party with him, and had gotten into not one, not two, but three verbal altercations with his co-workers about the invisible labor of women, as well as the recession. Not that he would admit it, but he had been impressed, and maybe a little flustered, watching her hold her own amongst the suits. They had left early on account of said flustering, as well as the little snap he had given to one of the suits who told him something about needing a muzzle for that one. The partition in the company-ordered limo was raised when they got back into it, the green velvet of her dress hiked up and up and up exposing sheer black nylon and skin, and they both had forgotten all about the suits and the snap by the time they got back to his apartment. He still gets a little hazy, sweet gauze in his mind when he thinks about it. 

“How are the feminists this week?”

“Oh you know, angry, hairy, generally awesome and oppressed. I turned in my third draft on Wednesday.”

“That’s amazing, honey. It must feel good to be almost finished.” 

“It feels good to finally get my advisor off my ass. Bigger and better things, et cetera, et cetera.” He knows not to ask after bigger and better, having made the mistake once of asking if she had heard back from any of the PhD programs yet. She had smiled a watery thing, and promptly dissolved into a pool of sound and tears, too much, don’t ask. She’ll tell him when the news comes in, he knows, though there still remains a selfish slice of him that hopes and hopes and hopes UPenn comes back with a yes, and she answers with a yes too. But for now this is enough, here, and stopping her on the stairs up to her apartment to press a curved kiss to her mouth, so proud of you, honey. She beams, scoffs, thank you, and it drips with sheepish sweetness, her eyes rolling up to hide the truth of it, but he still catches it, lets her believe he doesn’t when she tugs him into her apartment. 

It’s true what they say about absence and fondness, at least in the case of Sylvia, who lately has been greeting him with a desperate peel of cries, twining around his legs with such a fervor that he has to try hard not to trip over her. No petting though, she still likes to scratch if it isn’t on her terms. 

“Nice flowers.”

“Thank you, someone sent them on Valentine's day.” A veritable flame of roses sits preening in a vase on her kitchen counter. He had asked for the biggest, the best, no expenses spared because he’s making money now, real money, and any gifts for her have to be a sneak attack because of it. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Mmhmm, you better watch out because it looks like you have some competition from another suitor.” She lays the accent on thick, her family’s accent, soo-tah, throws in a waggle of her fingers, ring glinting for good measure. The ring, and the whole ordeal of it. There had been no family heirlooms left to ask Frank and Kitty Broder permission for, just a nervous conversation the day after Thanksgiving, the one before last, sweating hard beneath his collar and hands shaking. Because while Andy is anything but traditional, Steve picked up pretty fast that this was not quite the case with her parents. A fiance of the second oldest had clued him in on as much the first time Steve was brought home to meet the family, summer break and a big reunion, plenty of hands to shake and names to forget. And the second oldest’s fiance had sidled up next to Steve with a sloshing glass of prosecco and the grin of someone who had figured this whole production out. Somewhere between the mafia and the Vatican, you do the math, man. 

Frank was unmoved, tolerant of the idea at best, considering him over the dark rims of his Buddy Holly-esque glasses, a stylish man, tall and thin man with a slick of gray hair and a thick gold ring that could blind you if it flashed the wrong way. He only had one question for Steve which, mercifully, he could answer correctly. Yes, he told Frank, raised Roman Catholic, though he left the non-practicing part out. Meanwhile, Kitty was already designing the invitations in her mind. 

And that wasn’t even the hard part. Because yes, hasty by some judgements (Eddie’s), and unlikely by other judgements, given Andy’s views (Robin). But he knew, he knew, spent a few months looking for a ring in the evenings when he’d get off work. When he did find one, he didn’t even wait a week, letting the black velvet box burn a hole in his pocket on the train ride to New York that very same weekend. And the proposal itself was simple, no fuss or fanfare, if not a little nerve-wracking. He spoke honestly, plainly. He spoke love. And he’s never known relief like he did when she smiled and told him there’s no one else I’d ever say yes to, baby. So maybe it’s hasty, and maybe it’s all skewed a little unorthodox. But it’s theirs. 

“They better act fast then, got that appointment tomorrow and all.”

“Did you bring all your documents?”

“Driver’s license, social security number. We’re set, honey.”’

“I’m still not changing my last name.”

“No, I know, I don’t care about that.”

“My mother is pissed about it, apparently so is yours.” 

“I think when all this is said and done, those two are gonna leave their husbands and move in with each other.” 

“God, that’d be good for them, or maybe terrible.” 

“Little of both, probably.”  One of the stranger outcomes of this whole wedding thing, the alliance that’s formed between Diane and Kitty. Though maybe not that strange, he thinks, certainly plenty of common in between them. At the very least, this wedding wouldn’t be happening next month without the pair of them leading the absolute battle charge of planning they’ve accomplished. Kitty’s words, knowing my Miranda, she’d be happy with a shotgun wedding in Reno, and Andy hadn’t disagreed, happy to leave all the cake and the flowers and the tulle up to their mothers. Steve was more than happy to stay out of the fray too.

“You didn’t eat lunch, did you?”

“How can you tell?”

“Steve, you never eat lunch. I ordered Thai before I left to get you,Tom Kha Gai and egg rolls, the usual. It should be here soon.” 

And the rest of the evening is very boring, very mundane, a third-floor window lit up warm, and framed inside of it, them on the couch with a smattering of takeout boxes. His tie undone and hanging loose around his neck, top three buttons of his shirt popped as well. Warmth and salt and sour sating him, he goes slack when she tries to teach him how to properly hold his chopsticks, moreso enjoying the feeling of her hands fidgeting with his fingers, her careful concentration. He goes right back to using a fork when she’s finished, grinning at the roll of her eyes. And afterwards, stomachs full and eyes heavy, worn weary from their respectively long weeks, they get into the shower, all kind touch, simple pleasure, her fingers kneading back along his scalp and his hands soaped and slipping over her skin, working into the spots that he knows ache, satisfaction in her sighs. 

Soon, he thinks, hopes, this won’t be a thing they have to ration, all this touch, all this sense, all this closeness. This will simply become the thing they do every night, getting into bed together and talking about things that don’t really matter while their bodies relearn one another. He wants these things in a near dizzying way, big, bold, brazen want that simmers and sighs in her presence, tired kisses, and it’s enough, her hand in his hair, and it’s enough. 

He wakes up the next morning bleary-eyed with want, eager for this early morning appointment at the county clerk’s office, because this is another step, big step, making it even more real step. They both seem to feel it, quiet over the rims of their coffee mugs, smiling, and what? What? What’re you smiling about? It’s a big day, isn’t it? Yeah, nervous? No, you? Not at all, no. And he means that when he says it. There are few things in his life that he has been so certain about. 

And yes, maybe they had a romantic idea of how this would go, but it really is just paperwork in a dimly lit cubicle, and signatures here and here and yes, wedding will take place within sixty days. Steve tries to make a joke about cousins, and is only met with a blank look from the clerk, and a swift side-eye from Andy. 

But when the paperwork is signed and there’s a manilla envelope with their wedding license in his hand, there is a lightness, a lift, a giddy kick, like kids getting away with something when they leave the office. Tucked in close to each other, a little oblivious, and maybe a little obnoxious, and a man walking the other way lets them know as much, bumping right into Steve’s shoulder and watch it! And without missing a beat, Andy’s head whipping around and hey, fuck you, we just got married! Which, well, technically not, but it still makes them both laugh a breathless thing, wild, wind-bitten smiles. And they’re still running on all that flare and fluster when they get back to her apartment, open-mouthed kisses and greedy hands and she has to hold him back by the lapel of his coat to grin an awful thing and you wanna see the dress? 

“You have it?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, here, right now?”

“Yes, Steve, it’s been fitted and everything. Locked and loaded and ready to blast me off into marital bliss with you, et cetera, et cetera. Now, do you, or don’t you, want to be the first, the very first, to see it on me in all its matrimonious glory?” 

“Isn’t that bad luck?”

“Baby, please.” She groans, pressing her forehead against his, and really, he’s just giving her a hard time, because he knows what this means to her, beneath all the snark. The first to see it before anyone else, before the rehearsal, and the aisle, and all the family that neither of them really care to have present. A moment for them, just for them, and no one else. 

“You really want me to see?”

“Mmhmm.” Quiet, crackling murmurs, whispered between smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’d like to see.” 

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.” And so he does, a little shake in his hands, a little burst and batter of his heart against his ribs. Nervous now, and he’s not sure why, the ticking of the clock pulling taut and loose all over like melted taffy. And then, and then, the padding of bare feet, and the hard rush of blood in his ears, and the sweet exhale when he does finally see her. 

“Honey.” Bordering on pained, the word is said with a sigh, and he’s not going to, no, no, just a little flush of heat behind his eyes and in his throat and Andy’s baby, don’t cry makes him sniff hard and swallow, his hand settling on her hip when she steps closer between his legs. Smooth white silk and simple, and her hair is still gathered in the clip she tucked it up into this morning and she’s still wearing a smear of Vaseline on her lips and she’s the best thing he’s ever seen, he thinks. Tells her as much and she smiles big, chin tucked down and her thumb stroking along the column of his neck where her hand is loosely curled. 

“Well, thoughts?” 

“Wow, just wow, yeah, no other thoughts.” He knows she’s going to start wilting under any more compliments, never one for them, a warbly Steve that makes him smile, squeezing at her hip, coaxing her to c’mere, c’mere, even as she resists his pull.

“If you fuck up this dress we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Not gonna fuck it up, just come a little closer. I wanna, uh, look at the stitching.” 

“You’re so full of shit.” Even as she says it, her smile is starting to slip and spread, another shuffled step closer as his hands splay across her low back, and lower, and lower, and a squeeze that’s just a little mean, making her laugh while he starts to hike all that silk up and up into his hands. 

A few weeks later, when he’s met with the sight of her in that dress in a very, very different context, all he can think about is that afternoon. No one will ever know that he got to see her first in that dress, before anyone else. Nor will they know that they spent the rest of that afternoon splayed on her living room floor with the fabric of her dress bunched up around her hips and his hands curled into the plush of her thighs and his mouth, open and taking, watching the dip and fold of fine fabric, the arch of her back, pleasure for pleasure’s sake. No one will know that in the after, his hips stilled and flush against hers, both of them panting and preening into each other’s kisses, they found the smallest tear at her hip, and that she couldn’t be mad about it, not even a little, when he sunk back down between her legs and laid his apology at the open hinge of her hips. 

He’ll find that tear again, when the vows are said, and the family and friends are clapping, and they’re walking down the aisle together, his hand on her hip. He’ll find the tear then, the perfect secret shared between them in a quick glancing smile.

[thenaphantoms]

An AU in which Zoé finds out she's Adrien's half-sister. She and Adrien don't find out about it until Zoé's bio mother dies, and Gabriel reluctantly has to take her in. Even still, Gabriel is hoping to force her on Adrien and forget she exists.

But what he didn't count on was what a doting big brother Adrien would end up being upon their introduction.

Zoé tosses her honey blonde hair over her shoulder as she steps out of the limo, a confidence in each stride as she approaches the front gates.

She pushes the doorbell.

"Hey, tell the old man I'm here," she drawls, a strong american accent rolling off her tongue.

"You're late, Miss Lee."

The girl ignores the light reprimand, instead watching patiently as the large metal gates creak and groan open. She knows how they feel. They don't want to be here any more than she does.

Head held high, she takes a breath and strides inside, ice blue gaze steely with resolve.

The man that greets her at the door needs no introduction.

Gabriel Agreste, the renowned, the awe-inspiring, the ice cold head of the Agreste household, looks down at her like a bug on his brogues, lips curled in disgust

"What time do you call this?"

Perhaps 'greets' is a stretch. Gabriel never was good at pleasantries.

"I don't understand the question," she replies, blinking up at him innocently. "Isn't it called seven thirty?"

He tucks his arms behind his back, jaw tightening. "Don't make me regret agreeing to this, Miss Lee. I will not put up with your disrespect. Do you understand?"

"Oh, what? You'll, like, kick me out onto the street?"

"Perhaps. I've done far worse things for far less." His cold eyes narrow, gaze so sharp it almost hurts to have it trained on her.

"I know," she replies stiffly, forcing herself to meet his eyes. "I think I'm what you would refer to as the far less."

He doesn't reply, unless you consider a disinterested hum a reply.

There's a sudden sound, footsteps trotting down the staircase that sits behind them.

"Father, Nathalie said you wanted to see me?" The intruder, a blond boy not much older than the girl herself, steps off the stairs and turns to her with a polite smile.

She stares at him, wide eyed. "You're the guy on all the posters! There's a GIANT billboard with your face on it at the airport!"

"My son," Gabriel greets flatly, gesturing at the boy like a tired car salesman. "He helps the family by modelling for my brand."

The girl bares her teeth at the implied, you've never done anything to help the family. But she doesn't rise to it. Not yet.

"Hey. Adrien Agreste. Enchanté." His smile widens and he offers his hand to her.

She stares down at it, then at Gabriel, something shaken in her eyes that she isn't quite able to force down. "You...have a son." A statement, not a question.

The man frowns at her for a second, then all at once, it disappears, replaced by a roll to his eyes.

"Oh. I suppose this makes the two of you siblings." A scoff pushes from his lips. "Alright. Adrien, this is Miss Zoé Lee. She's your...sister." He says the word like it's tainted, a word he would never use if he had the choice. "She grew up in America, hence the accent." His expression turns frosty again. "Keep an eye on her."

Adrien's eyes grow wide, and he takes a startled step back. "S-sister?! But how--"

Mischief twinkles in her eyes, despite her own feelings on this growing harder to mask. "Yeah, Gabriel. You wanna explain to him how?"

"Irrelevant," he replies, unphased. "Adrien. I trust you'll keep an eye on her? I'm far too busy right now to deal with this."

"O-oh! Um! Of course!" He can't seem to stop staring at her, green eyes bright and eager. He grabs her hands excitedly. "Hi! I'm Adrien! But you knew that! Uh." He laughs, the sound a little fractured, eyes pinched a bit too much for there not to be tears forming. "I'm fifteen, and I like videogames! Oh, and cats! Do you like cats?"

"I'm Zoé," she greets quietly, taking his hands in return, ducking away from his eyes. "I'm thirteen. I like cats too. Mom never...she never let me have one. But I always wanted one."

Adrien gasps suddenly, hold on her hands growing tighter. "Father! We should--"

"We aren't getting a cat, Adrien." He sounds tired. They've had that conversation before. Probably more than once. "I'll leave her in your hands. Do not let me down."

He straightens up quickly, dropping her hands. "Of course not, father! I'll look after her! She can have the room next to mine."

Gabriel nods and turns away, disappearing down the hall. Not even a goodbye.

As soon as he's gone, Adrien's enthusiasm returns with full force. "This is so exciting! I've never had a sibling before! Your french is so good!"

"Thanks." She manages a little smile, tucking a section of hair behind her ear. "Sorry about...all that. He doesn't like me very much."

"Oh, that's just the way he is sometimes. It's not usually personal." He steps forward, arms outstretched, then hesitates. "Could I...? I mean, it's okay if you don't, but uh..."

"Not a hugger," she says immediately, shifting her backpack further up her shoulders. "You mentioned a room?"

"Oh! Right!" He perks up again and turns to the stairs. "I'll give you a real tour tomorrow, but for now, this leads to the second floor!"

He heads upstairs like an eager puppy, two steps at a time. Zoé follows with a frown. She hadn't counted on Gabriel having any other family. This...might make things difficult. Not to mention awkward.

"So, is it okay to ask how we're related?" Adrien asks curiously. "Is it on Dad's side or--"

"No."

"Oh! So it's on Mom's side?" He stops and turns to her with a big grin. "That's so--"

"No, I meant no. As in, it's not okay to ask."

"Oh." He chuckles awkwardly and resumes climbing the stairs, stopping once they reach the upstairs hall. "That's okay. You're my family either way, and I love my family."

Oh brother. Literally.

"Look, I just wanna know where I can drop my stuff," she practically pleads. "Can we do all this kumbayah, happily families stuff tomorrow?"

"Oh, well--" He tries for another chuckle, but the light has dimmed from his eyes somewhat. "Sure, Zoé. I know this must be weird for you." He pulls open a door to the left to reveal a rather modest guest room with a bed and a wardrobe.

He plants a heavy hand on her shoulder, looking into her eyes with more sincerity than she thought an Agreste was capable of. "I know moving to a new country is hard, and I don't think either of us was prepared to make a sibling today. But I'm here for you. My room is right next door, stop by anytime."

She nods, looking away with a scowl she can't hide. "Cool. Will do. Can I unpack now?"

Adrien sighs and retracts his hand. "Okay. I'll leave you alone. Dinner is in an hour, I'll show you where to go."

With that, he heads down the hall, and disappears into his massive bedroom.

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