#Factory Worker/Food Packing

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MASTER LIST OF STORES AND EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW!!!

2024 vers

Adidas:

Aeropostale: Basically broke, barely any cameras and employees tend to not care and not count items for dressing rooms which are usually open and don't have to be asked for. I have almost never seen anything tagged. jewelry and perfumes are right by checkout so not recommended for that.

Abercrombie & Fitch: 

American Eagle: 

Armani: 

Banana Republic: 

Barnes & Noble: Uses Rfid tags and sometimes spider wraps on kpop albums and anime figures if there’s frequent theft in area. Cameras are not actively monitored, but are checked after theft. Store managers are the only ones who have the authority to call the police. They won’t chase. Pretty easy to lift from. 

Bath & Body Works: Intermediate 

More than a few employees and a small but busy store, small items are right by the cashiers, employees will immediately talk to you and offer a basket but will usually leave you alone after first entering unless engaged in conversation. mall locations usually no/minimal cameras and no/obvious tagging.

No LP, and cameras aren't actively monitored. The stores are small and have many employees mostly concentrated at the counters except for a greeter who helps customers with questions. They don't prosecute, but they call mall security and will let them determine if police will be called. This is a store only good for small lifts, and then leaving quickly.

Bed, Bath, and Beyond: Out of business.

Best Buy: There is security in the front. They will tackle. Very hard to lift from.

Bloomingdales: 

Books-a-million: 

Burlington Coat Factory: 

Carson’s: 

Chanel: 

COACH: 

Costco: Wouldn’t recommend. Unless you have a gift card, they will use your membership info to find out more about you.

CVS:  Uses RFID tags on some products (some medicines and some makeup) but that varies on the location. Some at locations the security towers don’t go off (don’t risk it). Semi-Easy

 They have no chase policy and workers aren’t allowed to do anything. They can’t stop you, or ask to check your bag unless it’s LP. Cameras are usually non actively monitored. LP rotates regionally, usually working two, 8-hour shifts per week at specific stores.

Dick’s Sporting Goods: Not recommended for beginners. Conceal in dressing room or in tall aisles. Check for stickers/tags and dispose of accordingly. RFID Tags on clothes can set off alarms.

Dillard’s: Hard store. Dedicated LP.

Dollar General: Super easy, conceal in aisles. some stores are going out of business, take advantage of areas without cameras.

Dollar Tree: Beginner Friendly Store 

Oftentimes, the cameras are fake. Few employees are usually in the store. DT doesn't want to waste money on security or LP because their products are cheap. 

Family Dollar: Uses rfid tags on electronics, some hair and body products. 

At most they will have four employees in the store, but they usually only have one or two. Extremely easy as long as you watch over your shoulders. At some locations the workers are required to tell you to leave your book bag at the front. If you're a school student—but they usually don’t care enough to say it or enforce the rule.

Semi-Easy

Five and Below: Minimal employees, cameras spread out and usually shown on tvs around the store to deter, minimal to no tagging and sometimes even no sensors at the door. usually one employee at the front that can see a tv with camera footage displayed but usually distracted or busy and not watching cameras.

Finish Line/Footlocker: 

Flying Tiger: Medium

No LP, but small with a lot of cameras. Went to one in a mall

Food Lion: 

Gamestop: Intermediate with how small the stores are. I've only lifted once from there and it was a small pack of Pokémon cards, and I did so by concealing it in my sleeve behind a display case. gamestop is good for small and quick lifts— then never going back for a few months or weeks.

GAP: 

GNC: 

Gucci: Too hard. Best bet is a grab and run. I've legitimately witnessed lifters being tackled by security/LP. it's CRAZY tbh

H&M: 

Hobby Lobby: So easy. The aisles are very tall and usually the only cameras are near the front by the registers. Body concealing is recommended.

Hollister: There are cameras. Hook is required to detag. Fairly easy so long as you are not counted for clothes. Security is seldom called, so just be sneaky and don’t get sloppy.

Home Depot: 

Hot Topic: Use Pencil Tags and Ink tags. Sometimes there’s a camera up front near the desk but usually there’s no camera. Depends on the value, store location, and what the item is.

Hot topic is/was a good place to lift from, but they've begun tagging their shit to hell and back. its best to, if ur ht has it, take off tags in between the shirt racks (clearance, the ones that hang)

Jo-Ann Fabrics: Just as easy as Hobby Lobby, but there is a camera at the beginning of the entrance. Conceal in blind spots near the back of the store. Watch out for customers.

JC Penny: 

King Super’s: 

K-Mart: 

Kohl’s: 

Kroger: 

Lord and Taylor: 

Lowes: 

Lush: On busy days they tend to position their employees in areas of the store where they will just scan the area and look for anyone who's lifting. I suggest building a good reputation with the employees by acting like a good, possible customer so they'll pay no mind to you. I do believe that some lush stores have cameras but a lot don't, and not many security measures are in place.

Macy’s: 

Martin’s (closing): 

Meijers: 

Mervyns: 

Michael’s: Conceal in blind spots, quite easy as long as you avoid cameras. I wouldn’t recommend going super often as most stores exits are located by the registers and you have to walk past a cashier to leave. 

Michael Kor’s: 

Nike: Stickers on apparel tags. Take clothing and conceal in fitting room. For shoes, use structured bag and conceal where there aren’t any cameras. Check shoes for any stickers or tags beforehand. 

Nordstrom: If you are a teen, SA will be on your ass. Not only are they paid on commission, they make extra for catching shoplifters.

Office Depot/Max: Barely any cameras except near the front. Don’t try and get printer ink. School supplies are easy, just body conceal in aisles. Watch out for workers.

Old Navy: 

Pet-Co: 

PetSmart: 

Rite Aid: 

Ross: High LP, lots of cameras, and almost everything is tagged because of l1fting problems

Safeway: 

Sam’s Club: 

Sears: 

Sephora: Crouch down to conceal, and don’t go around in circles too much. If you have a blind spot, gather everything you want, conceal, and discreetly leave. Walk around the check out area so you look like you’re considering purchasing items.

Sheetz: 

Spencer’s: Uses sticker sensors on their jewelry; I'm unsure of what they put on clothing

Spirit Halloween: At my spirit halloween (all stores could be different) the monitor they have only showed 4 cameras at a time there were a lot of blind spots I hid behind a shelf and concealed a lot.  There was one employee walking around one at the front greeting guests and one at the register where the camera monitor was at.

Staples: Same as Office Depot.

Stop & Shop: 

Sunglass Hut: Easier to bring an old pair of sunglasses and switch them. Check tags, and don’t go if it’s not busy. LP situation is unknown but it’s good to practice sleight of hand.

Target: Uses RFID and hard tags. Notoriously hard to lift from, build’s cases, and employees and security are allowed to chase.

Things Remembered:

Toys R Us: 

Tuesday Morning: 

Ulta: Easier than Sephora. Conceal in haircare or while crouching. They cannot chase. Watch out for customers and don’t linger around too much in blind spots.

Vans: 

Virginia Diner Shoppe:

Walmart: Lots of cameras especially in high l1fting areas and usually a lot of employees. sometimes employ plain clothes LP and door greeters can ask to see receipts but not in your bag. lots of blind spots from cameras in home goods like trash cans and pet aisles. can put it in a bag and check for tags in bathrooms before exiting. jewelry is tagged (from experience). possibly shares database with target and handles l1fters like target. imo easier than target though.

Walgreens:

Wawa:

Wegman’s:

Zumiez: 

7-Eleven: Easy to lift food and candy. Don’t exactly know if they have tags but if you body conceal.

[lbulldesigns]

Zaun (AITAH Arcane AU Mood board)

The City of Iron and Glass, and revitalisation

Seventy years ago, Zaun, still going by the moniker of the Undercity, was in a constant state of desperation.

The mining colony turned city, was no stranger to hardships. From unsafe mining conditions to unsafe working conditions within the factories jammed packed within the city, to unsafe living conditions due to poor maintenance to residental structure and over pollution brought on my the factories and the toxic gases from the deep mines being compressed within the underground city.

All of this was due to the conscious negligence of Piltover. Whose one and only concern was image and wealth. To them Zaun was an eyesore but they refused to acknowledge that this was due to them.

They preferred the image of being righteous and a city of academics and kept their well-shoed foot to Zaun's throat by unleashing their Enforcers upon them who dealt their "justice" in brutal fashion.

This continuous abuse and oppression had to come to an abrupt end, however.

In 1954 Piltover and its Enforcers had stepped on Zaun and Janna's (Goddess of the Wind) final nerve.

When during an arrest of a factory worker voicing his outrage for being unfairly fired, an officer took liberation to bludgeon a 12-year-old girl who had stepped in to beg her father's release before shooting dead the distraught father.

In this moment something snapped within the people witnessing the scene and every Zaun citizen present attacked the Enforcers without conern for their own lives. This attack would go on to inspire more within the city to take up arms and riots broke out everywhere, with the intention to put as many Enforcers down.

Janna tried to protect as many innocent lives caught in the crossfire as she could, but the death toll was climbing with her people dying in droves.

When Piltover took to trying to blow the bridges and starve the residents in Zaun, Janna had reached her limit and decided something more drastic had to be done.

For a month, the Goddess of Wisdom and Harmony became an unyielding and unrelenting, furious storm.

She took the fight straight to Piltover and wrecked havoc upon the city. Gleaming, unblemished structures that reached to the sky came crumbling down as if they were sandcastles within the oceans reach.

She dispersed her followers to ransack the city of the progress of food, clean water, and medicine. And kept the Enforcers secluded to Zaun, without backup and provisions and many beaten Zaunites looking for their own pound of flesh.

After a month of nonstop terror from the Goddess and many injured and homeless within Piltover, its Council flew up a white flag and begged for an audience.

Upon the Bridge of Progress, Janna stood mighty, if not unproud of her destruction, and yet resolute in her decision. She was done watching the mindless cruelty and violence to her people and would be ruling over them from then on.

An accord was struck that day.

Zaun would be its own nation from then on, and Piltover would pay compensation to the people for their negligence, in the form of money, technology, healthcare, and education.

An accord, that Piltover had no other choice but to agree to.

And this is how we come to Zaun today, under Janna's rule.

A city crushed by oppression and poverty, now turned metropolis of renewed vigor and spirit.

Zaun has transformed within the past seventy years into a technological paradise, built of off science and magic.

Its once toxic air has been dissipated by the trees that now grow within and upon every building, sustained by the HexTech-empowered artificial sun bolted to the cavern ceiling, and scheduled rainy days using the sprinkler system stretched out throughout the city. Water filtration has drastically improved drinkable water, and botany has become an essential subject in every school.

Zaun is now the cultural hotspot in Runeterra, with many coming from all over the world to visit or call Zaun its home.

You'll now find many cultures thriving within the city, as well as old structures standing proud against the tides of time.

One such building is a bar/pub called The Last Drop.

Religions of all caliber operate in Zaun, but none hold a candle to the temples of the Wind Goddess.

Mages with elemental talent, are often in high demand as they assist in the evironmental stability of the city.

And although Enforcers do still operate within the city, their presence holds neither respect nor true authority. Many Zaunites will opt to seek the services of private security firms, such as The Eye Of Zaun or the newly formed Firelights flying through the city on their chem tech-powered hoverboards; invented by 15-year-old Ekko Bennet in 2015, making him one of Zaun's first adolescent millionaires.

However, Enforcers have been reported to tiptoe on the boundaries of the two cities accordance.

With reports of Zaun civilians being killed just on the outskirts of the city, and more than a few being assaulted and/or killed within back alleys of Zaun. It is not difficult to discern what is happening.

The Enforcers are either trying to return to their old ways, or someone is looking to profit of off a potential war.

Either way, Zaun will be ready for what comes at it.

It vows to not wait for their gentle Goddess to bloody her hands again for them, they are the warriors who built this town.

[capt-t-leela]

I was talking to someone this morning who didn’t know that people died for you to have a weekend.

In the spirit of Labor Day, please allow me to remind you:

People died for you to have a weekend.

People died for you to work only 8 hours a day.

People died for you to have safe working conditions.

People died for your right to vote.

People died fighting for the things we take for granted now.

People died so that you could have better things.

Here’s where you can start to learn more:

Haymarket Square

Triangle Shirt Waist Factory Fire

The Jungle (intended to shed light on the meat packing industry’s workers’ plight, this book was also crucial to food safety regulations, too)

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The Mass Evacuation of Soviet Factories in Early World War II

1941 was certainly a bad year for the Soviet Union. Within a matter of months after the start of Operation Barbarossa, German forces marched deep into Soviet territory, even advancing to the gates of Moscow itself. Loses were horrific as hundreds of thousands of soldiers were killed and hundreds of thousands more were captured. City after city fell to the invaders making it seem like nothing could stop the German blitz. Worse yet the German military burned, raped, and pillaged it's way across Eastern Europe resulting in hundreds of thousands of civilian deaths and millions of refugees in the first year alone. In the face of such wanton destruction economic and industrial damage might seem unimportant but regardless the loss of industrial infrastructure severely hindered the Soviet Union's ability to wage war as factories which produced war materials and important resources were either destroyed or came under German control. The Soviet Union had a great advantage over Germany because of it's massive industrial base and plentiful access to resources. If the Soviet's wanted to maintain that advantage they needed to enact a monumental plan to ensure that said industries and resources remained far behind friendly lines and out of the reach of Germany.

The plan was simple, so simple that it can be summed up with this classic Spongebob meme,

The plan that was enacted was to dismantle and uproot Soviet factories in the west and move them east past the Ural mountains, thus recreating an industrial heartland out of the reach of German occupation and even long range bombers. To say that such a movement of people and things was monumental would be an understatement. In 1941 the Soviets evacuated and moved 2,593 industrial and agricultural enterprises, among them were over 1,500 large factories. Buildings were demolished and rebuilt, tools and machinery were packed up and moved, almost everything that was not bolted to the ground was taken and redeployed or rebuilt in the east. This included the people who were needed to work the factories, which amounted to 18 million people. This endeavor required the use of 30,000 trains hauling 1.5 million cars. In addition to the task of moving stuff, new infrastructure had to be built to service these factories. Infrastructures such as railroads, roads, canals, plumbing, electricity, food distribution, medical services, and worker housing. Basically everything needed to run a factory town. Most incredibly most of this was done in less than a year.

By 1942 most of the factories and enterprises that were evacuated from the west were up and running. The result of this endeavour meant that when the Germans advanced deeper within the Soviet Union, they failed to capture the resources needed to keep their own war machine functioning. By 1942 seemingly endless numbers of tanks, planes, and guns would flood out of factories east of the Urals, and there was not a damn thing the Germans could do about it.

[creekfiend]

I fucking hate the veganism fights like all fights online have no nuance and are in super bad faith but man the veganism one is just... something else

I've never heard any vegans be like 'yeah I don't care about agricultural workers lol' and I've never heard anyone who thinks that animal products can be consumed ethically be like 'ha ha factory farm/slaughterhouse/meat packing plant employees can go die actually!'

I think. People who feel strongly about what we are eating in general do care about Pretty Much Everything

I'm friends with some vegans vegetarians and they're friends with me and like... it's. Fine. And not in a 'we Don't Talk About It' way at all!!!! In a like 'we can talk about food systems and what we would ideally like to be able to do within them'

I'm someone who tried to be vegetarian once and had to stop for health reasons. I'd love to be able to only eat animal products from small local farms who i trust to treat all their animals ethically but for health and money reasons can't rn. None of my friends who eat differently than me are mean about that? I don't know comma man it's just. I think we all care a lot about everything actually. Which is why everyone's so fucking mad lmao

This is a pointless post which is why no one can reblog it 🥲 I just feel like omfg the veganism fight has the BIGGEST STRAWMEN IN THE WORLD its like ... straw mechas

Actually that's a really good mental image. Strawmechas. Bad ass

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

The Disappearance of Bobby Krauser

[Another transformation story, I've been having a lot of ideas, so there could still be a lot more stories coming in the following days]

Today might have just been the worst day for Bobby, certainly the worst for a good while. The day had started like any working morning did. Alarm went off at 4am, went to his kitchen to make a coffee, sort out his backpack with food and tools he'd need for the 12 hour shift. He'd been in this routine for 2 and a half years, work was at a factory that made food products for some Belgium-based brand. 48 hours a week he worked per block, four days on, four days off. The pay was good too, even though he was still a temp worker after so long. He'd managed to finally move out of his mother's house at the age of 27 thanks to the money he was earning from the constant work. In many ways it had made his life better, but as a side effect it had made him into a bit of a workaholic.

Bobby had gone to work, same as usual, started working in his section of the factory at 6am, his job was to watch the conveyor belts and set the machines right if something went wrong and the alarms sounded, like a carton getting stuck on a diverter or a cardboard box not being taken off the pile correctly. It was easy since he'd learned all there was to know about the job. Only trouble was he'd tried applying for a full time job over the past year, three times.

During his first work break he sat in the canteen, he was approached by one of his co-workers Kyle. 'Morning Bobby, how are things?' Kyle asked. 'Hey Kyle, I'm good thanks, what's up?' Bobby asked, looking up from his phone. 'So I know you've been wanting that machine operator job for a while now' Kyle began. 'Only for about a year now mate' Bobby chuckled. 'Yeah, see I told a friend of mine about the job… and they've taken him on' said Kyle. Bobby's smile fell at the mention of this. He looked at Kyle. 'I'm really sorry Bobby' stammered Kyle. Bobby sighed and shook his head. 'That's fine I guess, I've only been passed over 3 fucking times now' said Bobby passive-aggressively, looking to his phone. 'Look man, my friend really needed a job and I mentioned it to him' said Kyle nervously. 'And that's fine, really. I'd probably have done the same. Well I can't really do anything about it now can I, this has to be fine' grumbled Bobby, not making eye contact with Kyle. Kyle looked down sheepishly. 'Anyway, I've gotta go. See you around' said Kyle hopefully. Bobby waved his hand and watched Kyle as he left. Bobby sat back in his chair and sighed. 'Fucking hell' he breathed, looking at the ceiling. He looked over at the clock and saw he was needed back in the factory in the next 5 minutes. He packed his stuff up, washed his hands and returned to the factory. The rest of the shift went as average as it could be, around 3pm his team leader, Luke entered the factory and asked Bobby to come with him to one of the meeting rooms. In the room was one of the ladies from the agency he worked for. Bobby and his team leader sat down.

'Right, Bobby. Long story short, we're letting you go' started Luke. Bobby's face sank. 'Why?' asked Bobby, sitting up in his chair. 'We've come to realise you're not happy here' said Luke. 'Luke, I've been here 2 and a half years, I've never been late, if I didn't like it here I'd have found work elsewhere long ago' said Bobby firmly. 'We've also had another applicant for the job you applied for and we've got a really good feeling about him' stated Luke matter-of-factly. 'So you're just going to throw 2 year's training down the toilet for some guy off the street?' asked Bobby, trying not to get over-infuriated. 'Bobby, we're grateful for all you've done for us, but we just don't need you anymore. You can leave straight away, we'll give you a week's pay' said Luke. Bobby looked to the agency lady and back to Luke. This was unbelievable. 'Well can I at least finish my shift today, we clock out in 3 hours and I'd hate to leave my team in the lurch' said Bobby. 'No Bobby, you can leave right now' said Luke firmly. Bobby got the hint, they really were kicking him out the door. 'Susan here will help you find other work, I'm sure you'll be fine at your mother's for now' said Luke. 'I moved out of my Mum's 2 years ago Luke, how do you not know this? You're leaving me in a flat with no secure job future' argued Bobby. 'Oh… well, you'll find something better' said Luke. Bobby rolled his eyes. 'Well, guess I'd better go get my things from the locker room then' said Bobby, getting out of his chair and leaving the room. On his way to signing out, he saw Kyle and decided to busy himself with the clocking machine. 'Bobby, I just heard, I'm really sorry' said Kyle. Bobby looked to Kyle, he really wanted to say what he thought of him, but shook his head. 'It's alright, I just hope your friend's as good as everyone's making him out to be' said Bobby. 'But it's just you have your flat and all' said Kyle. 'And the agency will find me other work, don't worry about me Kyle. That's my job now' said Bobby, and he proceeded to leave the factory building. On his way home he checked his phone, a few of the other factory workers had caught wind of what happened and had messaged him on Facebook. It cheered him up, being asked to keep in touch and them passing on their anger about how Bobby had been handled. But he put his phone away, he needed to do something about this predicament.

Arriving home his first thought was to fire up his computer and print off some CVs, then head into town and look for work. So he put the kettle on and got to work on doing that. He popped a handful in his backpack and headed into town. It was funny, his work life had just vanished, 4 hours ago he had a job, and now here he was keeping an eye out for shop windows that said 'Staff Wanted'. Maybe he could've just gone online and saved some trouble but he just needed some fresh air to clear his head. He stopped by a few shops and supermarkets, those that would accept CVs got one, but most places told him to apply online. It really was a sign of the times, back when he'd started his work career it felt a lot more normal to meet someone in person at a shop and hand them a CV. Approaching one alleyway, he came across a small building that used to be a café that he used to frequent before it shut down about a year ago. The windows were darkened and a sign above it read 'Enrique's Escapist Emporium'. Bobby reckoned this place can't have been open all that long, but there was a 'Staff Wanted' sign on the door and the sign said 'Open' so he shrugged his shoulders. Why not.

Walking inside, he heard a small bell ring as he opened the door. The room beyond was dimly lit, and he could faintly hear a radio playing near where the serving counter was. Squinting, Bobby could see someone sitting there and began to make his way over. The person sitting at the counter was caught up in a crossword, funnily they looked as if they belonged to a gym more than a dainty little shop. They put down their reading glasses and crossword and smiled at Bobby. 'Good afternoon, how can I help you?' they asked. 'Uh, hi. My name is Bob, and I'm looking for a job' said Bobby, smiling. The guy smiled and chuckled. 'Well if that's not the most Quentin Tarantino thing I've heard all day' the guy remarked. 'Have you got a CV on you, Bob?'. Bobby paused for a moment and then took off his backpack, rummaging through it and handing one to the man. Who took it and looked. 'Bobby Krauser' said the man, reading the top of the paper. 'Oh yeah, that's me' said Bobby. It was strange, this person seemed well-mannered and decent, but something was making him feel nervous. Maybe it was the lack of light in the room. 'Have a seat please, Bobby' said the man, gesturing to a small wooden chair. Bobby took a seat and waited in anticipation. 'Oh please, make yourself comfortable. I'll begin your interview shortly' said the man. Bobby took off his backpack and coat and tried to calm his nerves.

'Tell me about yourself then Bobby, you from around here?' the man asked. 'Oh yeah, I was born at the hospital on the other side of town' said Bobby. The man smiled and nodded. 'And you're… 28, 29 maybe?' he asked. 'Yeah, 29. Reaching the big 30 next year' said Bobby, chuckling. The man looked at him and smiled. 'So, you've been a cleaner, a kitchen assistant and a factory worker then?' asked the man. Bobby nodded. 'Oh I also worked at a game shop for a few months, so I did retail for a while' added Bobby. The man nodded and placed the paper down, putting his hands together and taking a good look at Bobby. 'So then Bobby, do you have any questions for me?' he asked. 'Uh, well is your name Enrique? It's just I know the shop sign says Enrique's Escapist Emporium' said Bobby, pointing to the front door. 'Yes that's correct' Enrique smiled. 'Ah, have you had this place long?' Bobby asked. 'We opened a couple of weeks ago, moved from up country but I rarely stay in one place' Enrique answered. 'I see. So what is it you do here exactly?' asked Bobby. 'Here we sell whatever the customer wants' said Enrique vaguely. Bobby looked on confused. 'That seems to be a broad range then' chuckled Bobby nervously. Enrique shook his head. 'Not at all. May I ask you a question, Bobby?' asked Enrique. Bobby thought for a moment. 'Sure, go ahead' said Bobby. 'What do you want?' Enrique asked calmly. 'Well I want a job if you've got one going' replied Bobby, shrugging his shoulders. Enrique chuckled softly. 'I like you Bobby, you're funny. I mean what do you really want, out of life?' he asked. Bobby thought for a moment. 'Take your time' said Enrique reassuringly. 'I… I want to be happy again' said Bobby, looking to the ground. This response made Enrique raise his eyebrows. 'How do you mean, Bobby?' asked Enrique.

'Well, I think in recent years I've become a bit cranky. My last job just let me go a few hours ago. I moved out of my Mum's after years of her telling me I needed to get a proper job, then I needed to get myself a place to live. I just wasted 2 and a half years as a temp worker at a factory, my friends that I have tell me I've become passive-aggressive. I've got a lot going on in life and… I just wish I could be happy, like I was back in school' Bobby lamented. Enrique looked at him sadly. 'Well from what I've seen Bobby, you're funny, friendly and kind-spirited' smiled Enrique. Bobby smiled. 'Thanks Enrique, but you've only just met me. I was here to make a good first impression' said Bobby. 'But you've been genuine. I can tell you've been through a lot, but you seem to bottle that away well' said Enrique observantly. 'So do I qualify to work here then' asked Bobby, trying to bring the conversation back around to the reason he came in. 'I suppose I could take you on, but I feel you're more in need of your happiness first' said Enrique, standing up. Bobby came to realise that Enrique was a pretty tall guy, easily 6'3, towering over his standing height at 5'2. Bobby had the chance to see he had a very muscular build, biceps and triceps galore, he wondered for a moment if Enrique had to turn sideways to get through the front door when he entered the shop. Enrique walked off to the back room, Bobby could hear him rummaging through the shelves. He wondered if he should get out of there, he began to feel nervous again. Their conversation had gone unexpectedly deep. What exactly did Enrique mean by 'giving him his happiness'.

Enrique returned with a small box. 'Sorry to have kept you waiting Bobby, it's still pretty cluttered back there' Enrique chuckled. He placed the box on the counter and sat back down. Bobby and Enrique looked at the box, then Bobby looked to Enrique who was looking at Bobby searchingly. 'Bobby, I'm going to give you a choice and I really want you to think hard about this' warned Enrique. Bobby nodded nervously. Enrique sighed and began. 'Think of this as Pandora's Box, Bobby. Your happiness lies within it, however it comes with a price' said Enrique. 'Oh, just let me get my wallet-' began Bobby jokingly, but Enrique shook his head. 'Bobby, for the short time I've known you, you strike me as a lovely, wonderful person. You are probably loved and cared for by so many people. Even if you don't see it yourself, there are those that genuinely care for you. You open this box and Bobby Krauser ceases to exist. You'll become someone new, you might be happier, but you won't be beloved Bobby anymore' said Enrique ominously. Bobby looked to the box, then back to Enrique. 'And what's the other choice Enrique' asked Bobby, sweating nervously. 'You remain Bobby and continue as Bobby. You may even work here and travel as Bobby. The choice is yours'

Bobby considered his options, a fresh start at life as someone else. He could leave his old life behind, leave everything and everyone he knew. He'd sometimes thought about how if he'd died, he'd love to know who would mourn him. But on the other hand, him actually vanishing would make that thought a reality and he thought of his family, his friends near and far. The alternative was to live as himself and just pray that life magically got better over time. Bobby looked at the box, looked to Enrique and placed his hand on the box. Enrique sighed sadly but nodded in acceptance. 'Very well then, you'd better open the box' said Enrique. Bobby curiously lifted the lid and peered inside. There was a single, dusty purple bottle with a cork in the top. He picked it up, there was no label on it. He looked back to Enrique. 'What is this Enrique?' Bobby asked. Enrique folded his arms and looked to it sadly. 'It's a gel, it'll help you become who you're going to be' said Enrique. He stood up and went to the front door, turning the sign to say 'Closed' and locked the door. 'You'd better come to the back room' Enrique said. Bobby stood up and followed Enrique.

Inside the backroom was a bizarre sight. There were shrines lining the walls with pictures of various nameless people, surrounded by candles and garments that presumably belonged to the framed people. 'People come here seeking escapism, Bobby. Much like yourself. They may not wish to be remembered, but I never forget them' said Enrique, looking around. 'So, when do I stop being me?' Bobby asked. 'That bottle. Remove your clothes and rub it's contents all over your body' said Enrique. Bobby shrugged and did as he was told, removing his shoes, socks, trousers and t-shirt. He opened the bottle and began to rub it's contents all over him. Soon he was all lubed up and glistening in the candle light. He turned to Enrique who had also removed his clothes and gelled himself up. They both looked at each other for a moment. 'Such a beautiful soul. Farewell Bobby Krauser' said Enrique. Bobby looked at him confused. The next thing Bobby knew, Enrique's big, slimy hands grabbed his jaw and prised his mouth open. He moved his right hand into Bobby's mouth and pushed down, to Bobby's surprise, his neck began to expand as Enrique's fist and forearm slid down into his chest. Bobby's knees buckled and he was kneeling on the floor before the giant man. Bobby looked into Enrique's eyes as he placed his left arm into the gaping void that was now Bobby's mouth. The sound of stretching elastic filled the room as Enrique raised a foot and lowered it into Bobby's mouth. The foot and leg snaked down, to fill out Bobby's skinnier leg, making it bloat out three times it's previous size. Bobby was amazed, this was a crazy way to go out. But if he was going to become Enrique, he just knew he was going to love it. Enrique lifted his second leg into Bobby's mouth and moved him around to align with his own body. By now Bobby's feet and legs were darkening, expanding and squeaking, becoming massive. Bobby already had Size 11 feet, but with Enrique invading them, they shot to a ridiculous 18. His legs thickened like tree trunks and Enrique began to pull Bobby's body upwards. As Enrique continued to slide into Bobby's body, everything just got bigger. Bobby's relatively flat ass become like two big watermelons and his already six inch dick became an absolute monster of a serpent with two basketballs hanging below it. His belly compressed against Enrique's impressive washboard abs and his arms became enormous. By now Enrique was nearly entirely inside Bobby, all that was left was to match up the chin and lift his head over his, completing the transformation. Enrique stood in the middle of the room, huffing and panting, an absolute hulk of a man. Skin still bubbling and contorting, Enrique grabbed his dick and began jacking it hard. Picturing Bobby's kind face in his mind, he roared the most animalistic roar as he shot a huge load worthy of several giants. The cum pooled on the floor and began to shape as a new form emerged. A new man was birthed from the warm sludge, he stirred and gasped as he took his first breaths. Enrique stood against the wall panting and sweating as the new man began to explore his tanned body. He was a bit more built than Bobby had been, dare he say even more handsome. The man's eyes were bright with new excitement and amazement. He looked at Enrique, who was starting to look more like how he did before he slipped into Bobby and gave him a hug.

'Enrique, thank you, thank you so much' he cried. Enrique smiled. 'Here is your happiness, as promised' Enrique said. The man smiled at Enrique. 'I think from this day forward I'll go by Gabriel. Always liked that name' said Gabriel. 'Well Gabriel, the world's yours now. Be who you want to be. Go start your new life' said Enrique. He found some clothes out for Gabriel and put back on his own clothes. They both left the backroom and Enrique unlocked the shop door for him. Gabriel felt the wind on his new face and sighed with contentment. He sauntered off and Enrique returned to his shop. He looked to the counter and saw Bobby's backpack and coat. He sighed and picked them up, looking towards the back room. They were mementos now, belonging to a man that no longer existed.

-

A few months have passed since the strange disappearence of Mr. Bobby Krauser. Many have suspected suicide, but no body can be found. Those that remember him hope that he may one day return and remember the best of times they can recall with him. Police managed to find his phone inside an old and long-abandoned café shop that closed a year ago, why it was there is a mystery, though no other leads can be found in this investigation. It has been discovered that Mr. Krauser's bank account had been emptied around 7pm the day he lost his job at a cashpoint within his hometown. It is unknown where Mr. Krauser went following his unjustified suspension from his previous job, but if he's out there still, we hope he has found peace. -DCI G. K. Ralser

[rubirose15]

Man I'm so fucking pissed that food service jobs were considered "essential" during the pandemic yet we're treated like shit. Minimum wage, zero respect, insane workload. And everyone views it as an easy job for teenagers. It's fucking not. Not anymore. It's almost factory work and it's because it HAS TO BE. Demand for fast food has grown exponentially in the last decade, honestly even just the last few years due to the rise of delivery apps from covid. However even though the work is literally designed to be done by a full team of people, there's probably only 2-3 people in the store expected to do the work of 4-7 people. And the GM is up your ass about labor even though your boss has already been cutting hours and you're struggling to run the restaurant because of it. And because of high labor you really can't get more than 25 hrs/week. So. Find a second job if you even have time I guess.

I'm just. You have to work with extremely hot oil, heavy machinery, those heavy fucking soda bibs. It's a lot of bending over and lifting heavy objects. A lot of shoulder movement. And you're standing for 4-8 hours at a time. And then you have to talk to customers who don't even see you as a person. Even the nice ones.

The nature of the job is so repetitive and overstimulating. The kitchen is burning hot, the fryers are always hissing or humming, the noise of the printer is so mechanical and jarring, and everyone is yelling for one reason or another. Again these jobs are seen as being for TEENAGERS.

Then on top of that you have to pay attention to the front counter and answer calls. Many stores only have one person on register for cash tracking purposes, and this person is very likely to also be helping prepare and package orders. Again, 2-3 people doing the work of 4-7. It's stressful when you're the only one packing orders and there's a line of people in the front and your only options are to make them wait or abandon your current task.

Ugh, and don't even get me started on coffee shops. The standards set for quick service restaurants like St*rbucks are almost impossible to achieve. Coffee is supposed to take fucking time to make. It's not meant to be pumped out en masse in under 2 minutes. And then it has like all the above problems except the oil, but I have burned myself on portafilters and steam wands.

I don't even know what my point is anymore. Just fucking respect your food service workers. I'm sick of people being like "just do your job. I worked at x in high school and it wasn't that bad." I'm so happy for you. But food service isn't even the same as it was 5 years ago. It's really difficult to remain positive and enjoy your job when your job just hates you so fucking much.

[sproutbell]

wish people would understand that white veganism is bad yes but the problem with white veganism is not the vegan part. it's an intersectionality and representation problem. class, race, and nationality. there are many, many nonwhite and nonwestern cultures that are traditionally plant based. the association of whiteness with veganism is a recent development. eating meat on a daily basis is a western invention of the last century. most vegans are not vegan because "they just love animals so much". they are vegan because of the rights of people who work in slaughterhouses- who in the us and uk are overwhelming staffed by immigrants. the people who work in these slaughterhouses also develop ptsd from killing so many animals or are literally physically maimed. many of them are undocumented and have no workers rights. meat packing plants are infamous for child labor. the jobs with the highest suicide rate in the country include people who work in farming and animal agriculture. the ecological effect of the animal agriculture industry disproportionately affects people who live in the global south. there's this weird narrative that because of peta, veganism is bad, or for rich people, or for white people, and that is just not true. statistically, black people are more likely to become vegan than white people. that's just... a fact! if you cannot eat vegan for health reasons, or because you live in a food desert without access to things like vegetables, that's fine! also, no one expects you to quit meat and dairy cold turkey! it's an impossible task. no one is asking you to do that. but if you are capable of making a choice or an effort, you have to understand that you are making that choice and that choice has consequences. we know that boycotting works, we know fast fashion is bad because of the environmental impact and working conditions that one again overwhelming affect poor working class people in nonwestern countries, but when it comes to the meat and dairy industry suddenly it's totally out of our hands? we have no choice? i'm not even vegan. i still eat eggs and seafood occasionally. but i'm at least trying. i encourage you all to try to consume less meat. also- people who hunt their food are awesome. people who use every part of an animal and respect their sacrifice are awesome. i did not stop eating meat because cows are cute or whatever. i stopped eating meat because i found out about the working conditions of slaughterhouses. also before anyone says "what about soy what about soy production for VEGANS??" 1) vegans are not the only people who eat soy? and 2) 70% of all soy produced is used to feed... u guess it.... livestock! i recommend this article if you're interested in someone smarter than me talking about white veganism. there are infinite resources available online discussing the inhumane things that go on in slaughterhouses to both human beings and animals. there are endless resources detailing the environmental toll of factory farming. if you consider yourself a humanitarian or an environmentalist PLEASE please please, do your best to limit your meat and dairy consumption.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

"Rise and shine!"

The voice was shrill, needling almost, it dug into Zeb's dreams like fingernails into flesh and tore him free of his slumber.

His eyes opened slowly, grit grinding underneath his lids as if he'd used a sandstorm for a pillow.

The barracks at the Weather Factory were bare bones to say the least, gray concrete rooms buried deep somewhere in the facility's guts, safe from any storm or catastrophe short of the building falling out of the sky where it hung.

Zeb had been there 3 days in accordance with his sentence and he knew deep down that he would never get used to... all of this.

The Knights had told him that Fairyland, as a concept, was wholly unnatural but he'd never understood just HOW unnatural that was. Weather, and the movement of celestial bodies like the moon and sun, had to be done MANUALLY or else the entire planet would collapse under the weight of its own stupidity.

Zeb sat up in his bunk and rubbed a hand down his face and then stared at his palms. His nails were longer now, more claw-like and just as black as the rest of his arms. It made him feel inhuman, more than inhuman, or less than inhuman?

He didn't feel like a person anymore, just a Thing slowly being devoured by something else that he couldn't stop.

He slipped on his gloves and shoved the thought as far out of his mind as he could, and then he got dressed for the day. A Factory Worker's uniform wasn't flashy, it was a jumpsuit and good boots and a hardhat, with a hair net underneath. Sure the boots had wings at their ankles that fluttered nervously as he tugged them on, but that was apparently necessary for walking on clouds and stuff.

"You're with the Sky Painter today!" Said the needling voice, a sort of dandelion fluff pixie creature with a clipboard no bigger that his thumbnail was perched on Zeb's shoulder. "She's really nice, I promise."

He didn't reply, choosing to shove a protein bar into his mouth instead. Human food was hard to come by this far off the ground, but Jack had packed him a suitcase full of snacks before he'd left and it was the only thing keeping him alive right now. He wouldn't eat fairy food, ever, if he could have one thing left from his old life it would be never ever letting fairy food touch his tongue as long as he lived.

The walk from the barracks to the Sky Painter's studio was longer than he'd expected, taking several twists and turns past the snowflake cutters and the storm wranglers, and a detour through the cloud shapes department where Zeb accidentally ran face first into a tiger made of rain clouds and got soaked.

The Sky Painter didn't seem to mind the soggy little boy suddenly standing in her studio. An odd sort of creature with big ears and kind eyes and a long tail like a living paint brush. She swiped hands and tail across a huge canvas and dotted it with the fading stars of a bleeding dawn, edged by timid rain clouds, one shaped like a tiger.

Zeb watched her work for what felt like a long time, changing the sky from bloody morning hues to the soft blues of pre-noon, to the golden glow of high noon, slowly fading into an ashy gray that heralded oncoming storms.

"Could you give me a hand?" The Sky Painter said finally, glancing at Zeb. "I'm almost out of black."

Zeb glanced around until his eyes fell on a huge jar sloshing with black liquid, he hoped was paint. He hefted it in his arms and carried it to the canvas.

A pair of wide white eyes opened in the depths of the black paint bottle, startling Zeb hard enough to shriek. The eyes stared at him wordlessly as the Sky Painter dipped her brush tail in the black paint and swiped it across the canvas in a great arc that she blended with white until a perfect shade of stormy gray was achieved. The black paint moved in its bottle, bubbling and boiling out the top until it formed something like a head with two wide white eyes that blinked and stared. The Sky Painter patted the living paint tenderly and wiped the resulting handprint on her smock. "That's my Kid, don't worry they don't bite… no teeth and all that." The Sky Painter then took the bottle and upturned it, giving it a single firm shake when nothing happened.

The Kid fell out of their bottle with a thump and slowly organized their fluid shape into something resembling a person with two arms and two legs and a brush tail like their Painter.

"Break time, go on now." Shooed the Painter.

The Kid stood and threw on a much stained sweater with sleeves that dragged the ground. They scampered away in no particular direction, leaving inky paw prints in their wake that vanished after a few seconds.

Zeb watched them go, his brain suddenly feeling liquid in his skull.

The Sky Painter retreated to a corner of her studio surrounded by drop cloth curtains, pulling them back to reveal a little apartment stashed away in the shadows. She washed her hands and put the kettle on to boil before pulling lunch out of the fridge. Zeb heard the telltale plap plap plap of the Kid's liquid footsteps behind him and glanced back to see them being chased across the studio by an irate looking Ray of Sunshine.

The Sky Painter seemed unbothered by this, so Zeb tried to be too as he sat down at the little table and ate more of his snacks while the Painter ate cloud roast sandwiches and drank tea.

"So, I feel like you have questions." Said the Painter in between bites of sky fish and cloud roast.

"Where do you get your paints?" Said Zeb, suddenly wondering if all her paints were alive like the Kid.

"Oh anywhere really, it depends on the day. Sometimes they're donated emotions, or the favorite hues of my patrons, or colors that only exist in the deepest dark where nothing has eyes to view them." She took a long sip of her tea. "Or I get them on from Hobby Lobby when they have a sale."

Zeb snorted without meaning to, and watched the Sky Painter grin. Every tooth in her mouth was a different color.

More wet footsteps came from up behind Zeb and he watched The Kid grab a sandwich, sitting on the ground to eat it. He expected eating would be difficult for them if they had not teeth like the Painter said, but the Kid seemed to manage just fine, opening a mouth in their otherwise featureless face and taking 'bites' of the sandwich like a normal person would.

Crumbs floated in their paint for a bit before sinking out of sight, they dusted off their sweater and stood up again, ready to get into more shenanigans.

The Kid waved a limb, or what Zeb presumed to be a limb (it was hard to tell with how amorphous the Kid was. Despite this, he waved back politely and turned back to the Sky Painter.

"I painted them too you know, sort of by accident." The Sky Painter poured herself another cup of tea. "One misplaced swipe of my brush later and boom, I'm a Mama."

The Kid scuttled across the art studio with purpose, diving headlong into a pile of empty paint containers and coming back out with a fairly large jar stuck over their top half. Zeb watched them wander off back the way they came as if this new hat of theirs was a regular occurrence.

…knowing them it probably was.

[maleweightgainstory]

The Factory part 1

It was April, and spring was beginning to make itself felt. The leaves were returning to the trees, and a warm breeze lulled the air around Liverpool's industrial district. It was Travis's favorite time of year. It was at this time of year, when people could go out again without fear of catching a cold, that he could pursue his favorite activity. Travis spent his time surveying the rooftops of the city's neighborhoods. Since he'd been laid off from his job as an IT specialist in a large food group, his days had been freed up, and he wasn't really motivated to find another job. 

He was gifted in this discipline that some call parkour. You could even say his body was cut out for it: rather small, with a well-developed back musculature, agile arms and powerful legs. He had the typical physique of those stocky people from the working class suburbs, spending their evenings in the local pubs, gulping down pints of froth-filled beer, and eventually returning home a little tipsy and very hungry, ready to devour the copious meal their wives had prepared for them. Travis, however, was distinctly different from these people. He certainly liked beer and had a powerful body, but he was still young and didn't have that huge belly that the workers had. Indeed, in the course of their years of toil, they had developed an impressive body: you could clearly see under their clothes a round belly with rolls of fat on its sides, huge and disproportionate legs, a round face surrounded by an extra layer of fat, and round bulging buttocks.

Travis imagined the naked body of one of these men: the hair running down his arms, back and thighs, a clump running from his big, fertile genitals up to his navel, then back up again around his huge tits so that his fat, imposing body was well trimmed. He sometimes dreamed of being able to watch such a man like this, to touch him, to contemplate all that fat piled up over the years: a belly solidly and carefully built up by evenings drinking with friends, gulping down a beer at the factory break, feeding on fatty comfort food. He wondered what he'd do if he managed to fulfill this dream, but he knew part of the answer because he'd dreamed about it more than once. He imagined himself caressing that round, hairy belly, licking those voluminous, warm moobs, searching under that mass for an already hard cock, massaging it until the big guy ejaculated on his belly, swallowing the sweet semen. The young man was fascinated by these men. This body type seriously turned him on, but he had never assumed this part of himself, because he didn't want to look like this.

He understood the difference between his body and that of the workers and promised himself that he would never be seen with such a mass of fat on him. That's why, since high school, he'd got into the habit of working out regularly at the gym five minutes from his home. Parkour was also a good way to get some exercise. His body was beautifully sculpted, with broad pectorals, a flat belly revealing a six-pack, huge thighs and a muscular, developed ass that his gym shorts struggled to contain. Measuring 5.5ft for 195lbs, he was proud to contemplate himself in his bathroom mirror or in the gym locker room. But since he'd been laid off, Travis's income was almost non-existent, so much so that shopping had become complicated. He reconsidered his budget and decided to stop his gym membership. Now he spends most of his time parkouring around his home to keep fit and busy.

That day, he'd woken up with the urge to explore the neighborhood to the east of his home, an area that included numerous mostly disused factories. Climbing the roofs of these buildings shouldn't be a problem for him. He hadn't been to this area before, so he meticulously planned his exit by programming a route on the rooftops. He memorized the route as best he could, dressed in light sportswear and set off. Parkour was going to be more difficult than usual. After crossing several buildings, he took a break. He was contemplating the view from the top of the buildings when an unusual smell reached his nose. He couldn't immediately put his finger on what it was. What was certain was that the smell attracted him. It was sweet and seemed to awaken memories buried deep within him. He understood that what he was smelling was food, but he couldn't put a word to it. His curiosity was aroused, as was his hunger. On this particular day, he had to make do with a meagre midday meal, due to a lack of food at home. His muscular body needed calories if it was to maintain its muscle mass. He decided to change his route to follow the intoxicating scent. He walked through a few more buildings, the sweet scent growing stronger and stronger. Finally, he came to a climax and was able to observe what was producing this tantalizing smell. In the midst of the disused factories, one still seemed to be in operation. He went down to be sure. Then he saw the factory entrance, a large closed door. But above the door, he could read the name of the food company that had fired him. Ordinarily, he would have simply retraced his steps and continued his exploration. However, the intoxicating smell and the sense of injustice of his dismissal prompted him to give in to his curiosity.

So he climbed onto the factory roof. It was the multiple vents on the roof dispersing the fragrant steam that had attracted him. Between two vents, he spotted a section of glazed roofing. One of the glass panes was broken. He moved closer to observe the interior of the factory. It was 6 p.m. sharp and a bell was ringing to signal the end of work and the shutdown of the machines. He then had the idea of entering the building and inspecting the premises. Once the workers had left and he couldn't hear a sound, he put his body through the hole left open by the broken glass, grabbed onto a piece of roofing, let go and jumped into the enclosure. He hadn't really had the intelligence to observe what he was going to land on and was surprised when his body was immersed in a dense, warm fluid.

He had in fact fallen into a large production vat containing several gallons of a substance he hadn't yet identified. The sensation was rather pleasant, his body was enveloped, he had no trouble floating, and the odor he'd smelled earlier could only emanate from this liquid. He pulled his head out of the fluid and wiped his face with the back of his arm. He opened his eyes and realized he was in a factory dedicated to confectionery. When he still worked for the company, he was responsible for the security of confidential computer files containing production line data from factories across the city. As far as he could remember, he had never dealt with or heard of a factory located in this part of town. Usually, the factory in charge of sugar mills was miles west of here. This information only whetted his appetite for exploring the area.

He then stepped out of the metal vat and sprawled out on the floor. He was covered in a substance that resembled chocolate hazelnut spread. It had just been prepared and was cooling for packaging the next morning. Travis knew this process by heart. He managed to get to his feet, covered in the pleasant-smelling spread. He was so covered that he decided to take off his clothes so as not to be encumbered by the weight of the substance for the rest of the exploration. His body was now completely naked among the machines. There was still some spread on his skin. He found no other way than to lick it off. He began sucking on his fingers, licking the hollow of his right hand and then down his arm. The taste was intense and absolutely delicious. Strangely, his hunger grew stronger. His sports training had made him supple enough to sit up and lick the chocolate off his legs and torso. The spread was so good and his hunger so present that he even licked down to his muscular belly, and even his cock, an ability he'd just discovered. He hardened slightly with pleasure. It had been a long time since he'd been able to taste food like this, used to eating healthy, inexpensive food. The texture was greasy and smooth, a little syrupy. The taste was sweet and chocolaty, and he couldn't imagine the number of calories in that spread, with all the vegetable fat and sugar that made it so delicious. Once he felt clean enough, his desire to swallow more spread grew. 

As he approached the vat, he found a small ladder at its side. He deployed it over the edge of the vat so that he could climb to the top. Contemplating the incredible volume of still-liquid sweet spread in the vat, he plunged his head straight into it. His head was submerged up to his broad shoulders. He took a big gulp of the lukewarm, sweet liquid. He could feel it filling his mouth, running down his throat, reaching his belly and filling his stomach. It was a sensation of fullness he'd never felt before. His cock rose like never before. The more he swallowed, the more the sensation intensified. Intense pleasure washed over him. He swallowed a second mouthful and felt a small shock - his pleasure had just doubled. His stomach was gradually filling up, and he began to feel his belly getting hot, which was not unpleasant. After a dozen sips, he put his head out to catch his breath. He wondered what was happening to him. He realized he was enjoying swallowing so much of the liquid. With his face still covered in chocolate, he soon grabbed his hard penis and began a frenzied masturbation. While he was at it, he instinctively rubbed his belly with his other hand. His hand drew little circles around his navel, moving down to touch his balls, then back up to his pecs. He didn't know why, but he massaged them slowly, while he jerked off faster and faster. His hand went back down to rub his tender buttocks, then back up again to his belly to caress it. It took only a few seconds before he ejaculated on the floor. He'd never felt such an orgasm before, the pleasure was of the utmost intensity: all his senses had increased tenfold, he could taste the chocolate that remained in his mouth and flowed from his face to his shoulders, and the warm liquid in his belly. But when he touched himself, he could feel that the usually pronounced lines of his abdominal muscles had faded. When he caressed his belly, he felt that its surface had become slightly smoother and thicker. No matter, he told himself, I'd given in to a guilty pleasure once, it wasn't this amount of spread I'd ingested that would change anything. The truth was, he'd drunk nearly one gallon of the stuff, but his pleasure had been so intense he hadn't realized it. He didn't even feel bloated or full. He simply noticed that his uncontrollable hunger had stopped. So he decided to continue exploring, trying to forget what had just happened.

Luckily, there was still some light, and he could estimate the size of the enclosure. It was huge, and he could make out a large number of vats similar to the one he'd fallen into, as well as large pipes running through the room from floor to ceiling. He refused to join the other vats and went in the opposite direction. He headed for what appeared to be an office or laboratory. The door was ajar, and he discreetly poked his head through. His still greasy fingers touched what appeared to be a light switch, and he pressed the button. The room lit up with a powerful white light. It was indeed a laboratory. The place was lined with large desks, with notepads, machines, centrifuges and computers. At the far end of the room was a large door, which he realized must be a cold room. The lab looked like a medical laboratory, not the usual small production line quality control lab. He felt a slight chill; the warmth of the spread had faded, and he was now cold. He took a few steps into the laboratory to find something to warm himself. On one of the walls hung a laboratory suit. He quickly put it on. It was too small, so his body was perfectly molded. You could see his broad chest, his biceps and a slight belly that pushed unnaturally against the middle of the suit. He didn't notice and thought he looked pretty sexy in this outfit. He decided to keep it on, as it would keep him out of the cold.

He didn't dwell on the equipment in the room and wanted to continue his escapade. He took a quick tour of the factory and noted the diversity of the products being made. There were spreads, cookies, cakes, candies, chocolates and all sorts of high-calorie foods he couldn't afford. All this food was out of his budget, and anyway he knew the extra calories wouldn't be good for his sculpted physique. Still, the idea of having so much rich, forbidden food on hand tempted him. Travis imagined he could afford to eat a few morsels of those delicious cakes, dip his arms into his vats and eat what he pleased. He didn't usually indulge in such digressions. But these days, hunger was nagging him from day to day, and this factory brought him comfort. It occurred to him that he might as well come back the next day, indulge himself while controlling himself, and leave without a trace. “This crazy idea is perfectly feasible”, he told himself, “I won't be bothering anyone by filling my belly lightly with such good food”. So he returned to the first vat, retrieved his sportswear still covered in chocolate, replaced the ladder, wiped off the traces of his ecstasy and headed home.

Back in his apartment, he removed the factory overalls and climbed into the shower. As he dried off, he became aware of the amount of spread he'd swallowed. It was showing well on his belly. A thin roll of fat could be seen lodged between the top of his dick and his navel. Cute love handles were beginning to form on the sides. Looking in the mirror, he noticed the slightly rounder, bulging appearance of his lower belly, around his navel. This little extra fat was even more visible when viewed from the side. The sight of this more tender body didn't seem to bother him; on the contrary, it excited him a little. He arched his chest and contemplated the rest of his body. His pectoral muscles protruded in front of broad trapezius muscles. He sheathed his abs and arms, and could see the fruit of his efforts at the gym over the years. His butt was more bulging than ever, and he'd never felt so attractive before. He went off to bed, prouder than ever of his physique.

The next morning, he found his underwear and sheets wet with semen. He'd never ejaculated so much in his sleep. He must have had a very erotic dream, but couldn't remember. Travis got out of bed to change. Like every morning, hunger gnawed at his gut, but he hardly had anything to eat. The previous day's factory was on his mind. So he planned a whole outing. This time he was going to taste all the food, in reasonable quantities. He knew he had to get there by six o'clock in the evening, and could leave in the morning when the sun came up. He carried out his plan to the letter, motivated by the idea that by the end of his escapade he would be full and happy. He heard the factory bell ring, waited a few more minutes and entered the building. Everything was exactly as it had been the day before. He sniffed the sweet smell and knew he hadn't come for nothing. He followed its methodical path from vat to vat, from production line to production line. The variety of foods present was impressive. His aim was to put an end to his hunger, and he was about to be served. Food was virtually unlimited in the factory, and he knew it. He could devour absolutely all those dream foods he'd been deprived of. So he set about the task of feeding himself as much as possible. As he went along, he randomly served himself: cakes filled with a divine chocolate sauce, peanut butter cookies, large blueberry muffins, chocolate bars of all kinds, donuts still warm and wrapped in thick sugar syrup. The taste was delicious. He could feel the stuff filling his belly, which was screaming with hunger. Little by little, he had become totally out of control. He didn't have time to swallow the previous food before rushing to stuff the next. He hardly took the time to fully savor the snack; he barely chewed it at all. He simply grabbed the food within reach and crunched it down as quickly as possible. Travis didn't even know what he was eating anymore, he just wanted to feel stuffed. He walked towards more and more variety in sweets, always with food in his hands and in his mouth. He no longer cared about eating slowly and cleanly; his belly wanted more and took control. The contours of his mouth were smeared with leftover cakes, sugar, chocolate, butter and other fatty, sugary substances. He would grab the nourishment in a quasi-violent manner, shovel it into his hands, stuff it into his mouth, drop some on the floor and move on to the next food. His hunger hadn't yet subsided, the young guy still wasn't full despite the incredible number of cakes and cookies he'd just swallowed. His stomach was begging for more. In this frenetic race for food, he still had to pause to catch his breath. Something had started to bother him. His belly was pushing harder and harder against the waistband of his pants. He realized he'd just eaten a lot, but he didn't let that stop him. Removing his belt and unzipping his pants, he felt a great relief that his belly was no longer compressed. He also readjusted his T-shirt, which seemed to have become too small, revealing his lower abdomen and the top of his now hard penis, which was trying to slip out of his tight boxer shorts. He didn't have time to worry about his dick begging to be jerked off, he just wanted to get rid of his feeling of discomfort caused by his clothes. So he removed his pants and pursued his urge to quiet that uncomfortable hunger.

After all that solid food, his thirst had grown. It was necessary for him to put an end to it. He staggered off to find something to satisfy his thirst. Further on, he spotted a vat of chocolate milk. He had the feeling he needed a lot of it, and fast. He couldn't wait any longer and had to stop this thirst and hunger. He moved closer and could smell the delicious aroma of the high-calorie milk. Instead of dipping his head into the vat as he had done before, he sat down as quickly as possible on the floor and stuck his head to the vat's spigot. Once he'd found a fairly comfortable position and his lips were properly wrapped around the spigot's outlet, he turned on the liquid outlet valve. The milk poured into his mouth. It was warm and sweet, and Travis loved how rich and satisfying it was. The flow rate was still high, and he had to keep up with the gulps, but that didn't seem to be a problem for him. At a rate of one sip per second, he swallowed the liquid with increasing pleasure. There he was, half-naked, his ass resting on the floor, his back and neck hoisted upwards, his lips pumping the liquid, like a baby suckling its mother, his hands desperately circling the spigot as if this gesture might speed up the flow of hot milk. His belly was filling up at breakneck speed and was about to explode. He even wondered how it was possible for his body to accept such a volume of chocolate milk. Naturally, he felt the skin on his chest tighten with increasing speed. In the reflection of the vat, he could see his belly swelling, his moobs filling out, his thighs getting heavier and his butt getting full of fat. He could feel milk dripping from his lips, running down his neck, joining his growing boobs and dripping onto his now enormous belly. On the first few sips, he could still make out the top of his dick as it worked its way up to his navel. But at this stage, it was pushed back by the skin of his belly so that he could no longer see it. He could feel his T-shirt struggling to contain the growing mass. He heard the seams begin to creak, but continued to feed his belly again and again. Finally, his T-shirt gave way under the pressure of his belly. There was then a large jump from the top of his stomach, and he felt much more comfortable. His new form could now occupy any space it wanted. All that remained were his shoes and his boxer shorts, which were still resisting, but the elastic around his waist was very taut. His broad buttocks had become covered with a heavy layer of fat and were pushing against the fabric of the boxer shorts. His dick found itself wedged between the elastic of the boxer shorts and his thick thighs, which pressed against his growing belly, not without some pain. He could feel his glans pressing squarely into his belly.

Travis became aware of his sudden bulk, but couldn't hide a certain pride at being able to ingest such a quantity of rich food. He continued to drink and drink and drink. He began to reach his limit when he felt that his pecs, now moobs, were literally resting on his enormous belly. Then he turned off the tap and lifted his mouth away from it. He couldn't help but let out a powerful belch from inside his gut that echoed throughout the factory. He had finally achieved his goal of stopping his hunger, and a sense of fulfillment filled him. Still seated, he leaned against the vat. With this movement, he could feel all the liquid mixed with the other fatty foods moving around in his stomach. He was so full that he could even feel the chocolate milk rising part of his esophagus. This sensation only accentuated his already painful erection. He had to stop it. When he reached for his dick, he found it hard to grasp: his belly had grown bigger than a beach ball and his arms had gone numb, so he could no longer simply reach out with his right arm and grasp his cock as he'd always done. He used his suppleness, bent down as best he could and finally managed to reach her. His grease- and sugar-lubricated hand wrapped around his crotch and helped his jerk off more comfortably. It didn't take him long to ejaculate a prodigious quantity of semen. Again, the orgasm was of an incredible power, all these senses had been multiplied by the food that filled his body. His erection had calmed down, he needed now to see the damage on his body.

He wanted to get up, but his new impressive weight seemed to nail him to the ground. He managed to grab hold of the metal wall and stand on his feet. The new distribution of weights on his body almost made him lose balance. He had to force himself on his back to balance this new belly whose dimensions he had not yet fully grasped. He took a few steps, some of them, to head out of the factory. Every step was a difficulty to face, he took a break when he had just reached another tank.

“Gosh, I ate so much to be in such a mess!” he exclaimed.

“My hunger was so intense, I had to stop it, and these cakes were so delicious. I never imagined having such a pleasure in filling my stomach with these sweets and this good milk, my dick has become so hard!”

He redoubled his efforts and left the factory by the main gate. By the time night fell, he estimated that he had been in the building for four long hours swallowing this food. As he walked slowly through the deserted streets, wearing only his boxer shorts to the point of cracking under the pressure of his enormous buttocks and his large cock, he passed in front of a shop window that was familiar to him and wanted to look. He was suddenly shocked, not by the items in the window, but by his reflection. Travis had become unrecognizable. He could clearly distinguish his new forms. He first set his eyes on the most striking, his imposing belly. It had become almost perfectly round and was about eight inches above the ground.

He noticed by touching it that it was very tense, but when he pressed his finger on it, he was still tender. This movement of the hand caused him to make a new noisy burp. He clearly saw the extent of this belly, it overflowed on the sides. His love handles were considerably developed, and came out of his hips to partially cover his boxer. The skin of his belly had become shiny from the milk that had flowed on him when he was concentrated to drink as much as possible. He then looked over his pectorals, turned into boobs. They were massive, fat, comforting and rested on this newly formed belly. He could not help feeling them with both hands. He could hardly hold one in his hand. He used to caress and massage them. They were soft and fluffy, he almost wanted to lick them. He pressed his fingers around his nipple and was surprised when a small drop of liquid came out. He had ingested so much fat with this chocolate milk so quickly that his body literally could no longer contain the fat and had to manage it in one way or another. He did not want to see another part of his body like this on the street and moved away from the store to quickly reach his apartment.

When he arrived, he had to stand aside in order to be able to pass the door neckline, something he had never done before. His body was simply wider than before, his big arms usually aligned with his bust were tilted and rested on this new volume. His two thighs aligned were almost the width of the door, he had to walk with his legs a little spread so that the fat they contained did not bother him by irritating his balls at each step.  He rushed into his bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. His reflection in the store window was not a hallucination. Travis had indeed taken a large volume that evening. He put himself completely naked. Standing in front of the mirror, he could clearly see his huge fat belly, a thin coat of hair that he had never noticed wrapped around his navel and followed a line from his cock to his chest. He could see his boobs resting on this bulky mass, his face becoming rounder and tender, the chocolate around his oily lips. He also found that his legs had become thicker, the muscles protruding from his thighs were wrapped in a layer of soft fat. Travis had actually gotten so big so suddenly, his dick was masked by his belly. He saw only the tip and his balls hanging between his two big thighs. He turned to behold an ass that had become even bigger than before. Even turned, the fat rolls of his belly were visible on the side. It was necessary to put figures on this sudden weight gain. His last week’s weight was 195lbs of a muscular and fit body. He put his foot on the scale to light it up and climbed on. Obviously he expected to see a higher number than before. He stopped breathing and bowed his head to observe the numbers on the scale. He did not immediately manage to see them because his belly overflowing forward masked the vision. He tried to get in as best he could and read the numbers. Travis was shocked. It could clearly read 230lbs. So Travis had gained 35lbs in just one week. He was struck down by the news and went to bed.

Lying on his mattress, he could not sleep. The digestion of all these foods left him awake. He heard his stomach gurgling regularly, sometimes he would release deep roasts and could smell a smell of sugar and chocolate. He thought back to that evening in the factory and the pleasure he had felt in ingesting this amount of unhealthy food. The thought alone made him hard. Accustomed lately to obey his body, he could not help but jerk off by remembering the sensation of food that he swallowed again and again. His seed poured out on his fat belly. He did not bother to get up to clean himself and simply massaged his belly covered with semen, this gesture relieving him a little of the pain of the long digestion that awaited him.

“What have I become?” he asked.

“My body was cut, and I worked hard to get it from all temptations. Now I’m just one of his workers with a huge belly who don’t pay attention to what they eat. I find myself there, my stomach enormous to give in to my impulses and my hunger. I need to get my act together quickly if I don’t want it to get worse.”

[yardsards]

fun bit of trivia about my region of the states (north appalachia)

we have this food called pepperoni rolls (which i only learned a couple years ago are NOT ubiquitous across the country???)

they're pepperoni and sometimes a bit of mozzarella cheese rolled up in bread dough and baked, which makes the pepperoni grease/seasonings leach into the bread

everybody has their own method of rolling them and preferred size and preferred proportion of ingredients, but they tend to look something like this

they're often made in semi large batches, like a dozen or so

and they're good to eat warm, especially dipped in some marinara sauce

but more commonly, in the days after that, they're eaten cold/at room temperature. because the low moisture content and high salt and whatnot mean they can be left out of the refrigerator for several hours without spoiling

this made them extremely popular back when coal mining was the area's biggest industry. they could be packed in a miner's lunch box with no refrigeration and eaten for a decent source of protein. and similar went for steel millers and factory workers

and they just kinda became a regional staple over time from there

specifically, kids in school seemed to go hogwild for the things. like, our school band had, on top of standard bake sale type fundraisers, pepperoni roll sales. kids LOVED having Coal Miner Food in their lunches.

this is all to say: The Children Yearn For The Mines

[fuck-customers]

Dunno if this is fuck customers or fuck management

But I work for a packaging factory for adults with disabilities

The targets for the amount of work we have to do (government covers wages and cheap equipment that needs repairs) is getting higher and higher and staff are pressuring us so much that when we have legit problems to do with our mental health or disabilities we’re told to just get back to work and they’ve had to hire able bodied people now to help meet the targets we get told if we’re under target and to work more and to not do basic things to meet our basic body needs like don’t go to the toilet outside of break time or don’t refill water bottles during work time in the middle of the Australian Summer (Scottish immigrant supervisor) when the fan is only on to reduce the smell of the dog food we’re packing because people are refusing to work the job chucking tantrums and walking off

The room is not designed for that many people and it’s cramped and stuffy and hot and we’re not allowed to open the doors for air because of other sections complaining about the smell

We’ve also had people come to work sick and suddenly we had a bunch of Covid cases including a guy on dialysis

Where I live casual workers get slightly more money per hour to not have paid sick leave so many pre and during pandemic come in sick

[theothergueck]

alr im gonna finally do the lore about these costumes i made for my friends but ill first get into what they are as a whole

These guys are basically forms some players decided to take for fun, these players can shapeshift into whatever they want so they can add changes to this form whenever they want

They have certain things in their appearance that also describes them as a person, depicting the things they like or dislike in the form of accessories, body deformities, etc

Also since they are players they are gonna have powers, Heres a main list of their starter pack, some other abilities can be removed or added if you want

Flight, mind control(whether it be in the form of hypnosis, brain chips, parasites, etc) possession, enhanced durability, strength, and speed((which can be upgraded))

Most of these players work for a factory that helps reproduce starter forms for upcoming players, some players work on their own while others work in groups, each group gaining their own office to share in the large factory, this factory also produces a life source for these new players by making fictional characters suffer and extracting 'plot' from them(which can produce a drug similar to steroids for players) here is a list of the main group roles

Patrol/security guard(since the factory is similar to a large prison)

mechanics/engineers(r they the same thing btw pls tell me)

Technicians

Navigators

Pilots

Surgeons/doctors

Blacksmiths/gunsmiths(or just forger)

Marksmen/assasins

(and many more)

Some cant take the bloodshed and do more simple work like feeding the players with 'content' (or regular food) or help give the more hostile workers mental ground by giving them free therapy!! :D (this is still a work in progress so i might add more)

These guys are silly but also very violent with characters that try to escape or whichever character have to capture

These players can also gain stackable stats by certain emotions they feel, like for example parasite, whos skin becomes more durable to certain weaponry depending on how much fear they feel

And also the hostile forms, which makes them much stronger than their original form, so much so that it would be impossible for a reality bending character to defeat them and stuff(cuz u know, players, but u can change this!!)

I think there was more i wanted to add but i forgot it, so take this lanky paragraph, i might give some fun facts about parasite(my costume/player) later

(@keyelan @iamindebt thanks for the motivation i might add you to this)

[mintymemesandrpshop]

Tips from a grocery worker/foodsafe certified waiter!

The temperature 'danger zone' for food and drink is 40-140F, with 2 hours being the limit without refrigeration/cooking.

Open container, Public Intoxication, and Driving Under Influence are all separate broken laws. Establishments that serve alcohol in the US are required to cut you off the moment you are visibly drunk. 'Open container' can also be a misnomer and vary by state- bottles and cans in anything less than a glued blox may need to be in a bag.

Raw flour has E. Coli bacteria, factory farmed eggs will have salmonella due to poor hygiene (sitting in their own shit).

Speaking of eggs, grocery eggs are 2 weeks old due to needing to properly settle to a baking standard. Eggs from a local farmer may be safer, but will also be somewhat different and not have enough air for baking until they are also that age.

Steak is safe to eat rare due to its thickness and proximity away to any nasties in the body waste; hamburger is not. Burger is ground up with various cuts and intestines so needs to be cooked properly well done. Chickens are too small to have this effect, so salmonella is a risk no matter what. Pork is somewhat in between, as there is a risk for trichinosis, but the larvae are much easier to spot, making this start to go extinct in domestic pigs.

Dogs and Cats in general cannot have spices or seasonings, grapes, chocolate, or milk.

Most creatures are lactose intolerant due to the fact that they will not grow up into 1000 lb animals. Goats however, are closer to human size so their milk and cheese is more digestible. Smaller animals will need dilluted goat's milk, into a custom formula. (your grocery store may have this in a can, powdered.)

Pasta noodles mainly exist to hold sauce flavor in proportion; thicker noodles like rotini are usually recommended for thicker sauces such as tomato/marinara.

It is safer for pizza chefs to not wear gloves, actually! Gloves cannot be washed, only changed, and they are trained anyways to not touch someone's food once cooked. Cooking trays/pans, industrial sized knives, spatulas, and boxes all make this possible.

Humans are very dense and weighty creatures proportionally, that they can essentially tank a lot of poison damage that other animals cannot. This is one of many reasons we are not picky eaters as a whole!

Kids instinctively dislike bitter foods due to not having grown up into this said tankiness; vegetables and things that may be good for them can taste like poison, and they cannot tell the difference yet.

Electric Kettles are more efficient at boiling water than stovetops. I'll let the video guy speak for himself, but they boil water directly rather then heating a pot/pan which then heats the water. This is great for things such as small meals, partially unclogging drains, or heating bathwater.

Keurig or similar machines do not boil the water for your coffee! They heat to 100 degrees, so if your town has a boil order up, do not pour unboiled water into their tanks!

Large packs of water and soda often have bar codes on the top- you may not have to lift them if a laser-gun can get involved!

chicken nuggets from the golden arches are beer battered, the way fish are. They're fish-fried chicken.

Grocery Register Belts can have some really dumb design- with the computer /register itself taking up half the width of the goddamn belt. Keep your food safer by loading the belt heavy to light if you can- or light to heavy. Also, putting your food in a straight line towards the checker. You cannot trust the infared camera to stop the belt unless your items are opaque- your beer will crush your bananas in front of them unless they can slide over the scanner zone. You will prefer a fixable scan error until we can perform alchemy.

Fruits and Vegetables have 4 digit international trade codes! unless you know what breed your apple is or are bad with numbers, these are probably easier to input if you happen to be ringing these up yourself. It is perfectly possible for a self-check system to sell you the wrong kind. Same thing with the numbers on a bar code- they also work, if your code is faded or corrupted. (or, for whatever fucking reason a brand decides, light colors like silver, or cute shapes. those suck. looking at you, bud fucking weiser with your fucking ribbon.) The laser guns are a bit more accurate than the belt as a second resort.

[lamentingocean]

Sword Demon 7/11 Worker X Rich Reader

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Warning: , pet calling, a bit of NSFW (daily dose of that sweetness) a bit of bullying and stupid fucking customers.

~Work made by Ocean~

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I graduated high school and turned into a billionaire by the time I started my own business. I didn't apply for college at the time since college seems to be a farce to most graduates. most people say that college is hell. but it's an optional school to go to as a young adult. it's a school of hell but also a school of extra learning to survive in life. to most people who don't want to learn to survive life tend to insult school like it's an abusive parent on the internet, while the people who do want to be successful embrace the hardship, and stress that school has. I have nothing against those kinds of people, but I developed a superiority complex to my immense wealth. It really isn't a problem to me since I choose to post as a threat to most rich people around my area.

you know what I hate the most...? The kind of people that have their entire eating cycle around a convenience store as they don't know how to get a pack of Mac and cheese and just make a meal instead. I eat steak while all these other commoners eat canned pasta that is probably processed in a factory, giving you cancer the best that it can. I hate those kind of people.

Eating at fancy restaurants is one thing but seeing homeless people rob a store for a pack of gummies is hilariously pathetic to me as a rich person with a million dollar house, a expensive car, and even butlers to serve under me. so I had a bit of a curiosity attack in my mind.

I wanted to walk into those convenience stores and eat a small meal. to see into the eyes of what these commoners eat to mince their hunger into nothing but bites. Ravioli, chips, 7/11 pizza, and breakfast items. this is so curious to me as a rich person that I might consider living a normal life instead of giving myself a terrible impression around people. To think I'm a "snarky, cocky, money bathed, selfish brat" these commoners probably eat good. or they eat terribly. it's hard to tell what people eat these days to stay alive. nobody wants to die from starvation. so I go to my car. it opened automatically if I pressed a button of its very own app.

and then the doors open by themselves. that's crazy. I need to explore how these commoners live in terms of food. So.. I drive to this nearby 7/11 just for an experiment. I pull up, open the door to automatically get the musky sound of a dirty mop, freezer frost, and cardboard pizza heated up. my nose scrunched in disgust to the smell. I also wasn't used to the expansion of cancer snacks. a monotone sounding voice shook me to the core while I was looking at the drinks. it's a gray haired man with a scar.

sleep-deprived, looks like he hates his job, but also.. really attractive with his small beard right on his chin. but I also see a woman with a boy who looks seven years old. I kinda look ridiculous with all this fancy fit on. I grabbed a small drink with alcohol until a shrill scream shook me. AGAIN.

it's the kid crying to her mom about his obsession with hot wheels and the mom arguing to that attractive looking guy. "I want my money back! how dare you insult my child just because he wanted a free toy from the store..this is discrimination!"

"Lady. your child literally came to me ill-mannered and ORDERED me to give him a free toy. this isn't discrimination. this is bad parenting idiot." her gasp rumbled the entire earth to that blunt response.

acting like her parenting style is made of the stuff of legends.

"I will be suing! He's only a little boy growing up to be a fine young man with proper education. you should treat him with respect!"

"Lady... does it look like I give a damn. get out of the store if you are so angry about your ill-mannered child geez. I have a lot of my mind anyway."

she left with such an aroma of anger. while I snickered in the back after what happened. meanwhile, all I see in the candy aisle is nerds gummy clusters, reeses, m&ms, peach gummies. My eyes start to shine at the vast expansion of the amount of candies that present themselves in front of my very eyes. I slowly grasp my hand to the peach gummies since I can imagine the sweet, sugary powder of this sweet treat. the price is 4 dollars in total. It's like I explored a whole other world while i was stuck being my isolated richness. I guess it isn't that terrible as I make it out to be in my own mind. once I finished reminiscing at all these delicious looking candies. I've come to pay at the cash register to this guy with a dirty work apron on. what a way to greet a new customer. so I need to inflict some revenge onto him just for a dirty apron to my rich fur coat made by the most beautiful animals in the world. I threw my items at his face until it fell right in front of the register, smirking at how his expression didn't change a bit. his emotionless state is like glass art, beautiful but simply hard to shatter. he spoke in words with a small drop of irrationality.

"Will that be all for today, ma'am/ sir..?" my voice spoke in a snotty accent, trying to get him mad a little but also see who you really are just by the physical appearance, I whip out 5 dollars from my pocket, feeling underwhelmed how a mere 5 dollars can be in the hands of a millionaire. I gave it to him with an evil smirk spreading across my face like the smile movie. "Yes, dirt-bag." I scan his movements, watch, and analyze as he checked out the items just for the price to pop up on a small screen right at the top of the register. my eyes rose up to look at his sleep-deprived eyes that can even make an energetic person sleep in a matter of seconds. it riled me up a bit just by glancing at them for seconds and seconds until my voice spoke up again in that same snotty accent.

"Hey...can I get your number...?"

"why."

"Just to see how embarrassing you are to desperately have ME as a friend. It's probably for money. are you really that stupid?"

his eyes rolled in a small growing bit of annoyance in his mood, talking back to me in his normal voice to possibly keep his composure.

"I didn't even do anything."

I can sense he is keeping his composure, I need to strike more personality into him.

"hmph. give me my food shit bucket. you probably have depression do you? acting so emotionless and so dry around people that I can even get a bit tired of talking to you. you probably have a sad life. how unfortunate.."

I threw the 5 dollar bills right in front of his face and then snatched the items back to my hands. snickering at his annoyance since I can sense it from afar. but something he did surprised me to the bitter core. He took out a small piece of old recipient paper from an old restaurant, wrote his number on it, and gave it to me without a single care in the world. I guess my strike didn't work against him. I was reminiscing about it so bad that his next words made me flinch out of that reminiscent space I was trapped in for the last 20 seconds. "Call me if you want something. I don't give a shit if you are a rich person. a friend is a friend. got it..? Good."

That genuinely made me brush a period of blood red, I stared at him for a couple of seconds before he could go to the back to talk to his manager. my eyes kept aiming at his body and his face. his gray eyes with eye bags... his luscious thin body, his scar.. I was having so many dirty thoughts about a person I just met that I started to scream so loud like a idiot. I think he liked me too? does he? or does he not or just did it for trickery? either way.. I want to go home and think about this a little more. Is this love at first sight?

I drive home after a lot while overthinking. to be honest, overthinking isn't a fun thing to have. especially when you think of the worst-case scenario when it comes to certain inconveniences that happened small. I started to believe that having all this power or having all this money is nothing compared to a normal aesthetic life getting crepes to eat on a food market street. using money to boost happiness. people say that money can't buy happiness.

that's a goddamn lie. if you can't buy roses for your girlfriend, then what is she supposed to be happy about when she is met with no gift on a first date with a lover. money does buy happiness. money is control, money is everything to us. dispite money being the dirtiest thing on earth. money is also an evil addictive subtance as well that can destroy multiple people's lives with it. There is no doubt that it can. but all of this money I have isn't worth it.. After exploring a convenience store for the first time in my life. I actually had a different feel of life. I know it isn't that serious, but it is. I actually want to experience the life that you can have a gaming pc and a small kitchen, but you can enjoy that type of lifestyle.

my overthinking is getting worse. I arrive home to automatically grab my phone and type in that man's number. Once I got done. I texted him immediately.

Me: Yo. are you here dirt bag or are you wallowing in depression?

maybe I shouldn't be too harsh, but it's so fun to bully a commoner a little bit. I waited for 3 and a half minutes just to send a dry text back like I'm his buddy.

Sword demon: No, Im not. what do you mean, bruh?

Me: Why did you give me your number in the first place, pukey pig?

I was honestly really curious to see what he's going to say. God, why am I so invested in only a convenience store worker? it's like putting a sex drug onto someone's drink and then they want the fuck any man they see in their vision.

Sword demon: I was simply invested in you, too. You are too predictable. I can literally sense that you were trying to get me mad idiot.

Me: Who are you calling a idiot?! Packaged Ramen eating emo.

my blush couldn't leave my face. my hands were trembling like a vibrator to his "investment into me." I was heated but also melted into the ground to that words.

Sword demon: Do you want me to come over or something? send me your address, yk rich people aren't that hard to find around these parts.

Me: why?"

Sword demon: I can bring roses if you want..

Me: pfh as if you have the money to buy roses for me you lousy pet-

Sword demon: im being serious.

my blush grew more red, red, and red, reading his messages 5 times in a row.. but eventually, I gave in and typed in my address.

Sword demon: I can even bring chocolates.

Me: Are you trying to flirt with me? It isn't for money... right?

Sword demon: no. I wouldn't do that. I'm not money hungry. I just need it to survive.

Me: Fine. just...bring some chocolates.

I was opening up to him a little since I kept being mean to him for no reason. for some reason. I can't bring myself to hate a commoner like him, but I'm pretty sure love can't always be based around a person's life. He suddenly got offline just to come to me. but if that's the case. I started to be a blushing mess to his approach.

it took many minutes to waste precious time overthinking about one man, so I decided to shower for it. my mind is so scrambled for a guy I just met. a rich person doesn't waste their time upon people, so why am I so vulnerable? just an employee in a small food store, so it's annoying to think about. my body is being cloaked with soap due to my mind being drizzled by the hot water. my mind is bubbling due to the amount of thoughts I had in one day. my naked body started to have an entire sex thought rampage over this man. I stared at it even more, having hallucinations of having his body against mine in the shower as we make out, fucking, and just sucking him off.

I fell on the floor, having soap get in my eyes just enough to snap me out of my overthinking sexual mindset. it's so weird. but eventually, I stood up to apply my perfume on my skin and put on my fancy clothes just to look good. I always look good for people. maybe im just a people-pleaser. I went down to my kitchen to grab a cake to eat in my free time, I hear the doorbell ring and my face sparked in happiness to see this man bringing me chocolates for just killing off my loneliness.

I ran to open the door and there he was. a box of chocolates on his right hand, a fresh set of roses on his left hand, and that same dim emotionless expression in his face. but for some reason. I didn't even try to bark at him with my attitude as my spit. trying to take note of a feral dog. it didn't piss me for some reason. I was actually happy about his appearance right in front of me. It's not because he's attractive, but his calm, cold aura is starting to comfort me a little.

"I was trying to decide if you do want the roses. it's probably too blunt or rude of me. But I also couldn't decide what kind of chocolates you like so I just got the expensive kind. for your taste.."

he had the heart-shaped box full of little small chocolate bites. I could see the price tag on there having an estimated cost of 300 dollars. and the roses weren't fake either. they weren't roses fished out of a grocery store. they were real because of the thorns and the lingering scent seducing my nose to smell them even more. and that completely broke my avoidance for him.

I suddenly hugged him right in the chest, with the way he was looking when I slowly squeezed his body. He was surprised, and that broke his emotionless state to other people. A small, genuine smile started to grow on his face as he hectic towards laying his hands on my body. He slowly put the stuff down and wrapped his arms to my waist. His touch is soft but a bit hard at the same time. his scent is kinda like a mix between lilac and soft vanilla with a hint of slight cologne. and his arms were strong but tender. my head slowly grasped to look up at him, sliding my face across his chest to look at him. his smile made my heart get crushed by the God cupid himself.

his breath is so warm, and our eyes directed at each other in such a close range. even I saw a little blush stare to form on his face when my own face moved closer to his. I kept losing it to him for the entire day, and now I'm completely losing my own attitude directly in front of him. it's like revealing an intimate side to myself that didn't even know existed. but also soon as I flipped back to reality again.

I pushed him off and grabbed the gifts a stupidly rude way. "You are now my pet. you must do what I say, or you won't be coming back here ever again."

"I don't know. It seems like you were into me for a second...are you? I won't mind if you are attracted to me. for real..I really wouldn't mind."

"No! No. I was just...directing my attention to you from a TV show."

"Sureeee..."

my face turned a bubblegum red again to my next words, and my own mind betrayed me into saying this.

"Do you...want to watch a movie and share chocolates together..?"

"Sure. Why not?"

(Sweetest x reader I wrote in a while, that's for sure)