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All you can eat Buffet dates every Tuesday night (half price)! Jimin and Taehyung have been going for months now, it's their favorite weekly date and favorite way to make sure the other is eating well.
Cheese cake and tiramisu and buttery rolls and roasted ham and so much delicious, fattening, heavy meals!
It leaves Jimin and Taehyung both in a food coma with their big bellies pushed out so happy to be filled to the brim.
Jimin always startes at desserts while Taehyung goes for the mains first. One tummy gets filled up with cake and pie and cream, making Jimin bloated and whiny as he brings another bite of coconut-cream pie to his lips. While Taehyung gets fat on fried cheese sticks and buttery steak and mashed potatoes, making his gut push out up top before it can settle in.
They graze for as long as they can. Sharing bites of food and getting fatter together. They arrive when it opens and literally stay as long as they're allowed to so they can fill any extra space as their stuffings settle in.
Taehyung makes sure that they dress appropriately for their weekly date. They wear special clothes to the buffet that stretch with them. Jimin popped a button one time and Taehyung was SO into it, groping Jimin's tubby belly under the table, but the poor piggy was so embarrassed that his tummy was out for everyone to see (even though no one noticed or cared), that now they have special clothes that are stretchy. Almost like athletic clothes- stretchy sweatpants with gentle waistbands to allow their bellies to grow, and soft athletic shirts that start baggy and then hug their curves by the end of their date. Taehyung wouldn't mind at all if he popped his own button every damn week, but he doesn't want Jimin uncomfortable in public. Instead they save all of the button popping for at home when they can BOTH enjoy it like it's a drug.
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The Family Matter?!
Synopsis. BabyfevĂ©r - itâs never felt so good.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, breĂ©ding, mentions of kids/ marriage, a LOT of creampĂes, Gojoâs powers, cĂșmplay (like a lot), spĂtting, overstĂm, exhĂbitionism (Getoâs), chokĂng Nanami, pĂșssy-slappĂng, proposals, rĂșts (Choso), bĂting, true form! Sukuna, overspill, dp, bondagĂ©, mentions of dĂ ddy kĂnk, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. To the one anon that wanted this - how did you read my mind?? Hope yâall have a lovely week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Santa, babyâŠ
âB-but- Christmas isnât for another few months, Tojiââ
Now, Toji has to admit - that broken, honeyed-out little drag of his name is enough to crack even that tough demeanor of his - just a bit. And itâs all he can do to calm down the raging twitch of his buried cock, driving it deeper and deeper against your mushy g-spot to shut up those dangerous moans of yours.Â
âB-b-but-â Youâre flinching when his deep, baritone voice pitches dramatically high to mock your own, a large palm coming down to give your poor clit a branding smack! ïżœïżœ-but, you think thatâs gonna stop me, ma?â
Stupidly, youâre whirling your dazed eyes over your shoulder to catch his, only for the calloused pads of his fingers to swiftly force your face back down.Â
âNot me, you donât get to hah- look at me just yet, doll.â Toji grits out from behind you, feverish puffs of breath sending goosebumps down your spine. Down to where your puffy cunt was just bulging with all long, solid inches of his swollen, overworked cock. Sloppy. Overspilling. âNot until youâre giving me another brat by Christmas.âÂ
A sob wrenches out of you when Toji jostles his sharp hips against yours. Harder, until you could feel every minute smack of his still-full, sensitive balls, every slosh of his syrupy sticky cum coating your walls from earlier.Â
âLook.âÂ
Youâre shaking your head in almost-bratty protest, the fat of your ass still pushing and pulling against his rugged thrusts. You feel like you could go insane if you saw any more. Thighs twitching to a shy close, âNgh- canât sâtoo- too much.â
This only pulls out a displeased growl from your pussydrunk boyfriend, rasping out a warning. âNo fuck-Â donât you fucking dare-â Big, beefy hands wrench your legs even farther apart to admire the mess heâs made, bruising where he holds them unable to escape. âDonât you even think of it, woman.â
Itâs accompanied by another harsh slap! on your puffed-up clit, this time harder than the last. Shocking you to your heated core until youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, already-ruined cunt just clenching in painful pleasure.Â
He laughs - laughs, âInstead of squeezinâ the fucking soul outta me, look here at how youâre wastinâ my cum. How can I make you a momma in time like this, huh?âÂ
Youâre blinking away those big, fat globs of tears to finally spy back down again at your drooling cunt. Swollen folds spread shamefully, gaping. Every slam of his hips makes you gush down his achy shaft with a gloss of your sweet sweet juice and his own cum. It splays in a creamy little puddle at your silken sheets, clinging to your bodies like a second, sloppy skin. âY-youâre so filthy, Toji.â
But Toji couldnât bring himself to be disgusted - not one bit. In fact, he could feel the tip of his angry head growing even fatter, expanding to meld its way deep into your elastic walls.
ïżœïżœïżœFilthy, huh?â he chuckles so darkly. âGot such a mouth on ya, can already tell youâre gonna be a ah- strict momma.â His fingers are prying your jaw to sag open, whispering so slow and syrupy along your open mouth, âWell, let me tell you a little secret, ma. Doesnât matter what you call me now, because in about nine months youâll be calling me something else.â
âAnd what would- mmpf!â Oh, for how much he loved your sharp mouth, he sure was well and fully intent on shutting you up. Tojiâs hitting his cock at the back of your pussy, just mashing deep into your g-spot in sinful sync. Over and over. â-and what would that be?â
Another finalizing smack to your pulsing clit, so smug and messy. He tilts his head to that growing pool below you, splurging farther and farther with each decisive, feral ram. âYour baby daddy, thatâs what.âÂ
As if on cue, youâre cumming - you canât even remember which saccharine sweet high of the night, but all you know is Tojiâs gifting your gummy cunt with a few bullying kisses on your ravaged g-spot. Rough, lingering clashes of his weepy tip on your ravaged g-spot, sending your toes curling, white-hot shocks of pleasure. Again and again and again-
âFuck- fuuuck yeah take it.â heâs grunting out hoarsely, hips stuttering and so so feral. Barely having the sanity to pull out in his jagged half-thrusts, splitting you apart on all his weighty length to cum inside you - deep.
Painting each and every inch of your heavenly cunt that could be reached with coat after coat of velvety white - all the way from where he was gliding his fat tip across your cervix, down, down, down to your sensitive spots, your sopping wide opening. âWant- need it so bad. Need ya to make me a daddy again. So fuckinâ bad you have no idea- youâd be fuckinâ scared.â
Those mean fingers smushing your cheeks into an embarrassing pout dance down to gather the dredges of his own cum, oozing out of the corners of your slit in a milky white sheen. Still rutting into you, he suckles on them languidly like his favorite candy, âMmpf- as sweet as ever, doll.â
âY-youâre so fuckinâ mean, Toji-â your jaw slacks open at his lewd actions. âOur kid better not get such an- hah- an awful personality.â
That makes him pause - it makes him pull away his digits, glistening and connected with stringy ropes of the mess heâs made. Grinning for just a split-second before shoving the entire length of his fingers into your plush mouth.Â
Toji huffs cockily, the rounded tips of his fingers swirl around and around your lolling tongue, addicting you onto the slighty-salted taste. âOur daughter will be lucky to hngh- get my personality nâ your pretty looks.â And youâre barely even lucid when heâs whispering into your sweat-sheened forehead, âSo you better give me good news for Christmas this year, ma.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - âTake it, like a good lilâ wife.â
Your mouth is sagging open at Nanamiâs uncharacteristically gritted words. So hoarse, pained - like they were dragged out of his raggedly heaving chest with each bullying ram of his hips.Â
It was barely midway into the evening, and you had no clue how you ended up like this. How those fleeting little titters during your romantic at-home dinner date about kids wound up with Nanami splayed on his broad back on the soft silken sheets. Sculpted abs curving into your back when he nuzzles your neck, plowing his furiously hard cock in his favorite mean full nelson.
âHa- youâre being so-â youâre gasping out in a wet stutter, ass grinding back onto those neat lanes of blond at his thick base. Heâs spearheading you so- â-so mean, Ken.â
âAm, I?â heâs purring, a low rumbling growl from the bottom of his chest. âWell, I might be the stricter parent, thatâs right.â
Rolled-up sleeves graze against your heated skin, and you could feel every ridge of the veins along his forearms when he spreads your dangling legs even wider. Jutting his hips so deeply upwards to bow your body to the throbbing curve of his dick. âBut, I apologize, darling.â Neat rows of his pearly white teeth sink down on your earlobe, âFeel free to do something- anything about it. Because mâafraid I wonât be able to stop any time soon.â
It was a promise - just the clingy feeling of your walls molding and wetting according to his very shape has him losing his mind. His sanity.
Choking back a long, drawn-out groan when two thick fingers slide down to roll over your puffy clit, âFuuuck, my love, youâre so- hngh perfect like this.â The bed creaks in protest when his powerful thighs arch even higher upwards, all those hours at the gym paying off when every frenzied mash into the bulging treasure of your g-spot makes your mouth water. He breathes into the intimate crook of your neck, âThough, I bet youâd look even prettier as a momma, right?â
Somehow, that makes your face burn more than being split apart on his relentless cock has.Â
âOh- shit.â you whine, fucking your hips back in a sloppy little staccato. Reaching your trembly arm around his strong neck, your fingers find his favorite speckled yellow tie. Yanking until Nanamiâs stern lips in a syrupy sweet kiss. âReally wanâ you to hah- breed me, Ken.â
âFuck- Oh yeah?â he gasps. And if you didnât know any better then youâd have said that that came out as a fucking whine. The ever-stoic Nanami Kento crumbling bit by bit with each rummaging thrust to shape your gummy walls. âThen whyâd it fuck- take so long. Fuck, Iâve been dreaming of this since the ah- day I met you, my girl.â
Sharp hips dig into the plush of your ass with each pivot, itâs bouncing you back and forth along his slobbering cock. So rough. So tall and angry, youâre hit with a steaming hot gush of milky precum every time Nanamiâs sliding out of you up to his thick, girthy tip.Â
âBeen thinking about you and I- and a little one. A few, actually. One blonde with your eyes, the other two with mine and your gorgeous smile.â That sweet little admission has your twitchy fingers subconsciously dragging at the heavy fabric of his tie. Tight around Nanamiâs straining neck, making his head light and cock twitch wildly to draw little patterns on your cervix. âFuck! Fuck no- keep pullinâ like that, darling.âÂ
You could feel his raw length rub against sensitive sports you never even knew felt good, in sync with that wandering free-hand of his. Now dancing upwards to glide his touchy thumb over your bouncing tits. âK-Ken, mâso close.â
âHow pretty these would look all full of milk, darling.â he muses, sounding more like heâs speaking to himself than anything. Your knees are buckling now, cunt eagerly taking in every powerfully pressurized thrust of his. But Nanami hasnât had enough of his fill, feeling a burning trail down your arching body. Down the valley of your breasts, your stomach, âAnd here- where mâgonna fuck-â Heâs cutting himself up as his hips slam up into you like with a mind of their own, â-fill you up, make you a momma. Oh, youâd be the best momma. The best.â
Heâs fucking you so rough now - so jagged that youâre white-knuckling his tie, reeling him in so close. âAnd youâd- fuck mâgonna-â youâre sobbing now, over those drawled-out squelches from your velvety cunt. âYouâd be the best da-â
You canât finish your sentence - you couldnât, because with a few more practiced strokes, youâre cumming all over Nanamiâs massive cock. Feeling your elastic walls try to suck him up so hard you wondered whether it didnât hurt.Â
But it didnât - it felt so sinfully good, in fact, that it was only a matter of a few blissful seconds before youâre being filled up with thick globs of his seed. Drooling out of you with each creamy rut into you, your gaping entrance only takes more. Still pounding into you, bottoming out - yet still pushing to give you everything he had to give.
âSh-shit.â Nanami marvels at the silky ribbons of cum being stuffed inside, the way it slews up with your honeyed slick to form a glistening gloss down both your fronts. âWait- oh, wait.â Nanamiâs trembling cock spurs out a few more overflowing shots of seed at the very thought of what he was about to do. Still stuffed in, heâs reaching over to rustle through the pockets of his dress pants scattered mere inches away from the two of your slick, convulsing bodies on the bed.
Youâre jolting when you feel something cold and metallic slide around your left ring finger, âDidnât think Iâd let you be the mother of my kids without a ring, did you, my wife?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Escape?
âGorgeousâŠâ Getoâs sultry, slow whisper sends goosebumps running down every inch of your skin. And itâs so soothing - so gentle, and yet- â-doesnât matter how much you tug, these things wonât let you escape, mâkay?â
A wrenching sob rips from your hoarse throat, and all you can manage to do is tug on those tight, hot-pink handcuffs around your wrists. Pulling to prop your fucked-out body against the very top of his luxurious futon, âS-Sugu, youâre so mean.â Your wide eyes scan the pristine tatami room at his shrine, âAnyone could walk in-â
âAnd yet youâre still being such a slut, my girl.â He flashes you a rosy red grin, so blindingly pretty that it makes your cunt throb. âStill waiting fâme to breed your pretty pussy. Which would it be? The fifth now?â
Geto doesnât even have to finish the sentence before youâre abruptly sitting upright, bottom lip wobbling with need. Your swollen pussy is just weeping beads of his cum at this point, sobbing down where he was still buried so eagerly inside your gummy walls. Your thighs shaky in- fear? Anticipation? The need for more?Â
âAh ah-â you feel two soft little smacks to the side of your cheek. âDonât zone out on me just yet, gorgeous. Sâthis hah- boring for you?â And despite all the pleading shakes of your head, he only plows on, âAww, what a shame. Guess I just hafta spice things up-â
Itâs all the warning youâre getting - barely even - before your poor, weepy cunt is back to being just split apart on his fat head. Not even being eased into it, no care or concern for those overstimulated spasms when he stuffs you full.Â
âF-fuck-â your eyes are shooting open - when did they even close? - at the sound of nearby footsteps in the hallway behind those sliding doors. Very nearby. âI swear someoneâs gonna catch us, Sugu-â
The only sound that rings throughout his humid, heady room is your wet gag - muffled around the pale, slender fingers of his being shoved between your kiss-bitten lips. All you can register are the soft pads of his digits pressing down on the back of your taste buds and the unforgiving little pulses of his prominent veins dragging against your gummy walls.Â
Leaning down - until heâs so dangerously close, until you could count every long, dark lash on his eyelids, every flex of his muscles - slosh of his syrupy sweet inside you - as he sets a languid, lazy pace. âIf someone catches us then I will hngh- jusâ keep going, do not test me, pretty girl.â
The other of his splayed out fingers are drawing methodical, dizzying circles on the very tip of your sensitive clit. Matching his teasing place, every grazing nudge of his leaky tip coating your bruising g-spot.Â
âHavenât I already told ya not to start things you c-canât finish?â Getoâs husky voice is talking you through every clingy thrust. Falling from his pretty lips with each deep snap, fucking you into the drenched futon leisurely like some cocksleeve. âNâ what did you do, hm?â
You couldnât answer if you wanted to - because Getoâs fingers were still firmly swiping around your tongue. Murmuring, âExactly that. Just had to make that fuckinâ hah- stupid little joke about me not being able to handle another daughter, huh?â
âMmpf- hngh Sugur-â you try to moan out at a low thump! outside, but heâs shushing you pliantly quiet with a ragged pump into your womb. Making you gush velvety ribbons of his previous cum.
âHeh, think this cunt actually wants to get out of this without being bred?â It was true, your painted-white walls were just clinging elastically to Getoâs shaft every time he drove into you, sucking up every bit of him like youâre trying to milk out something delicious. Again.Â
âAnd guess what?â heâs so crazed now, eyes glowing with a dark delight. Hips pistoning into yours with fearsome accuracy to smash over and over into the bullseye of your sensitive spot. Sloppier. The shuffling outside getting louder. So unfairly good that youâre barely registering his next words, âMâjusâ gonna breed this slutty pussy until you give me another. Until everyone knows youâre my slut.â
It only takes one, two, three more drilling clashes with your g-spot for you to fall apart once more.Â
Your own orgasm bursts out of you. Squirting in glistening dredges again and again until itâs just a few fatiguing shocks of pleasure that have you heaving for air, whining Getoâs name like a mantra. The overstimulation too much, his twitching cock too big - over and over-
âF-fuuuuck- squirting all over, yâmade such a mess.â Getoâs moan is so pornographic when that angry divot at his flushed head explodes with spurts of thick hot cum. So addictively sweltering against your plush walls, it floods into your womb, down your thighs - to your lungs it almost feels like. âGonna give me another daughter? Yeah?â He breathes, head thrown back while he stuffs you too-full, until he could see the seeping white on your creamy cunt in his glassy peripheral vision. And he still isnât done cumming - thinning out to mere sticky wisps. âGonna make you so full- so swollen. Until everyone looks at you and knows what I did- how I defiled you. Theyâll look at you and see me. Me, me, me, me-â
Thereâs such an animalistic cadence in the way heâs rutting into you, pushing you further and further up those drenched sheets. Just dragging your body forwards with one strong arm around your handcuffs when his sheer volume gets too much that youâre trying to pathetically escape.Â
Thump!
In a split-second, Getoâs grabbing at a hidden dagger from underneath his robes. Throwing - dead straight through the paper doors - only for a loud thud! to echo from outside. âBet the scum outside donât even need to hear the pregnancy announcement, huh?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - My strange addiction
Oh, thereâs nothing you loved more than Choso losing control - around the time of year when the weather grows a little warmer, when your sweet boyfriend becomes a little more restless. Those dark, dewy eyes of his turning black with something primal, desperate.Â
Ingrained in his blood to breed you. To do nothing but breed you.Â
Like right now.Â
âOh?â youâre purring with a coy bat of your lashes, looking over your shoulder to where he was looming. Flushed, gulping, absolutely drunken off your heady scent. âOn your rut again, Cho?â
And that makes his entire body jolt, as if zapped by a sudden wave of electricity. Large, trembly hands fist your thin shirt to pin you down like some ragdoll onto the cool kitchen counter. Breath hitching, such a pained grunt leaves him at the sound of his name leaving those pretty lips of yours.Â
Almost guiltily, heâs baring a wet gasp, âY-yes. Saw you makinâ ah- makinâ us dinner in the kitchen and-â Itâs like he hasnât even realized what he was doing, slapping his raw cock against your drooling slit with each word. Smack! Smack! Smack! â-and- I just thought about how- just needed toâŠâ
But alas, Choso doesnât get to finish a single thought - because youâre stepping up onto your tip-toes - ever-so-slightly. Feeding your needy cunt with just the round girth of his very tip.
âJust needed to what, Cho?â you hum, quirking a devilish brow his way, holding back a keen at the sheer stretch of him around your sopping entrance. âOr do you wanna stop?â
Fuck, Choso swears he could feel his overworked balls squeeze so painfully at the very thought. âNo-â heâs hissing, glassy gaze widening almost comically. âNo no no no no- please no. please, please this is all I want.âÂ
With a sultry giggle, you reach behind to pull him roughly by his soft strands. Chosoâs grunting out hoarsely, letting himself be dragged to clash his lips against your bruised ones in such a sloppy kiss. All tongue and teeth, he drinks you in like a man depraved. âAll you ever want is to just hah- fuck me in this kitchen, Cho?â
Itâs so cute the way heâs sputtering dazedly into your sagging mouth, such a sweet whiny cry of, âYes but no- fuck, I jusâ wannaââ The slow drag of his heavy tongue coats the crook of your neck in his saliva, hammering his swollen cock upwards until he was practically lifting you off the ground with sheer inhuman force. âJusâ wanna breed you full, baby. Breed this pretty pussy like mâmeant to.â
Itâs with an almost-animalistic type of worship that Chosoâs just ramming the rest of his thick cock into you until heâs spearheading straight into your spongy g-spot, weighty balls - painful, and ready for breeding - smacking against your ass. Addicted.Â
âO-oh, fuckââ you canât stop your honeyed gasps. âYouâre s-so big- so hard even after just this morning? What a naughty boy.âÂ
Just slamming you down onto the cool marble,âFuck- fuck fuck yâknow what I imagined when I hah- saw you in the kitchen?â Such throaty groans drag along with each and every plunge into your slobbering pussy, Choso was always so talkative when he was like this. Slurring out a mile a minute, âSaw my pretty wife, the pretty mother of my kids.â
And you knew what he was going to say, but that doesnât stop you from milking him so tight, velvety walls contracting in a way that almost made it difficult to maintain his sloppy staccato. Back arching into such a slutty bow to drag even needier down his drilling length
But your beloved boyfriend still wasnât done, kissing away hotly at the corner of your mouth. âNâ sânot jusâ the hngh- rut talking either. Fuuuuck-â All six feet of his muscled body pins you to the counter, and distinctly, you could feel him scramble desperately to buck up a knee to angle his hips even deeper. âSaw you makinâ breakfast before school, and Iâm- hngh- and Iâm getting the kids ready - a boy and a girl, both as gorgeous as you.â
âY-yeah?â Is all you can breathe out, âWhat- hngh- what else?â
You didnât expect his humorless chuckle - broken, and a few pitches higher than normal. âWhat else?â His eyes are absolutely crazed now, and heâs biting down on your pouty lower lip. âOh what didnât I see?âÂ
Bowing till you could feel every ripple of his abs against your back. Every slow tremor of his glossy head nudging past your defenses, hitting deep at the bottom of your g-spot. It takes a few more sloppy pumps for you to realize that Chosoâs still speaking.Â
âSaw the wedding- saw the first birth, the way I cried-â The way he was crying now, ragged, overstimulated tears dripping down his pretty cheeks. Panting out wetly, â-what a great momma you are, the best. The way I help you hngh- milk these p-pretty tits when itâs too much. But my most favorite of all-â
You donât hear the rest - and he doesnât tell you, because heâs too busy cumming. Cumming and cumming so much that Choso thinks he canât stop, swollen base rummaging deep inside to plug up those thick ropes of hot seed inside. It was impossible that he hadnât achieved his dream with this.Â
Itâs bloating you up, too much. Spilling out of those little gaps at the dips and ridges of his twitchy cock that your inner thighs cover in a clingy white sheen.Â
Drawn on instinct, you can only scream when Chosoâs sharp canines bite down on the sensitive spot at your neck. Hard enough to draw blood - and, if you two were in any better state of mind, youâd have noticed that he did draw blood.Â
A thin saturation of heady red coating his devilish grin, delicate strings of spit still connect to the mating mark. â-my favorite was when we made another.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - DOUBLE STUFFED!
âOne more.â
âKuna-â
âOne more.â
When all youâre getting is that leeringly dangerous grin - the very same one he gifts any weak curses just about to be killed at his feet - you know thereâs no way youâre getting out of this. Either you take it - or he makes you.Â
Gliding your palms across Sukunaâs bulging pecs, your trembly legs twitch atop his muscled thighs. Gingerly jutting along where your poor cunt was being split apart on his twin bulgingly hard cocks. Up and down up and down up and-
âSâtoo much-â youâre whining, feeling the gush of his sticky cum coat down your thighs. Oozing out of your bloated cunt with every syrupy sweet bounce of his ravaging cocks. âI- not enough space-â
Any you were about to stupidly babble out is cut off when Sukuna wraps five thick digits around your exposed neck, intentionally dipping his sharp nails to leave branding little divots right about your racing pulse. A warning. A punishment. âDid I tell ya to keep runninâ that hah- mouth, brat?â he spits, waiting for you to shake your head deliriously ânoâ before grinning. âThen why am I hearing so much t-talking nâ not enough of this slutty lilâ cunt of yours taking one more? You hear that?âÂ
All that was ringing in your ears was the honeyed echoes of squelches from below, smacking and slapping in sync with your pathetic movement.Â
âExactly.â Sukunaâs snapping you out of your thoughts, one hand resting at the glistening plush of your hips, the other spreading your puffy pussy lips to let you just slobber down his angry, red shafts. Glossing over him all the way from those fat tips to the creamy ring around his base. âWastinâ too much of my hngh- cum with yer talkinâ, brat. How are ya gonna have time to carry my seed?â
And heâs so large - so strong. Not even breaking a sweat when heâs getting up from his decadent throne with you boneless in his arms, still stuffing your cunt full with all greedy inches of both cocks.Â
âO-oh, fuck, Kuna!â youâre squealing when gravity pulls you down until you could feel the scratch of his pink happy trail against the sensitively grazed areas of your skin. The dizzying push of two matchingly massive girths stretching your gummy walls to its limits. Your nails draw jagged red line down his tan skin, trying to keep just an ounce of your sanity together, âFuck youâre in so hngh- deep.â
âEasy on the back there.â Sukunaâs rolling his eyes, but he canât deny the way his heart clenches at the way youâre so fucked-out and easily sliding down his cock like some pretty sex toy. Whimpering about some baby names.
Not like it mattered, anyway. Heâd name the little devilspawn whatever you wanted - after fighting about it for the fun of it. Heh, he always has been soft on you, huh?
All it takes is one hand holding you up, another to toy with the sensitive nub of your clit. Rolling and teasing you even deeper into his arms while another still rests firmly around your throat.Â
The remaining hand? At Sukunaâs favorite place cupping your teary cheek, gliding away those big fat tears with the cure of his soft thumb, âShh shhh, you can take it. Youâre my pretty lilâ queen, right?â
Even his mind a hot melted mess on your dripping cunt. Just fucking into you ruthlessly, up, up, up till he was bulging at the very back of your cunt. One fat tip firmly kissing your g-spot, the other gliding in a silky smooth cadence against your poor cervix.
Matching veins rubbing matching sensitive spots, rendering you so awfully dumb on his cocks. Mixing with the hypnotic splattering of his seed against the velvet of your walls, itâs impossible to not feel like youâre about to fucking burst.Â
Intertwining your fingers with his much longer ones on your face, youâre dragging them to rest at that palpable little nudge along the middle of your stomach. Pressing down to make him feel where he was buried deep, hiccuping lewdly, âYouâre right here, Kuna. Sâgonna be- hngh! impossible to not give you an heir.â
An heir.Â
And fuck he couldnât take it anymore - if anything even fucking heard about this, theyâd faint.Â
Because with a shuddering gasp, the king of curses was just dragging your weight down his cocks - over and over - to gloss your insides with each new coat of the thick, syrupy cum weeping out of his angry heads. So overfilled, but still greedily swallowing everything Sukuna gives.Â
âFuck-.â With an angrily strained growl, Sukuna only speeds up his motions on your clit. Methodical. Urgent, even. Still fucking him seed deeper to smash his quivering tips at your g-spot. Both - two divots pressurizing you at the same time. âHow dare you make me cum first, woman. Think youâre soo fucking funny, huh? Better give me hundreds of lilâ hellspawn to make up for it.â
âN-noo-â you croon, but that limp little curl of your lips at the abundance of seed seeping out of you gives you away. It was so unlike him - so startling to spy the blushing rouge at his ears, the way his fat balls smack and only squeeze harder when you milk every drop. So hot, and splattering right down both of your legs, forming a creamy puddle at his floor. âI didnât-â
You donât finish your sentence, you canât. Because with all of his brute strength, Sukuna is just wrenching that orgasm from your grasp - fucking you over and over through your high.Â
The puddle only grows wider. And thereâs no warning before he spits, once. Twice. Right onto the middle of the overwhelmed taste-buds on your tongue, gently shutting your mouth with one hand. The other spreading your puffy pussy lips to let you drool a glossy coat of cum down his front. Making a mess.
âSâinauspicious, yâknow. Having the momma cum first-â Heâs gruffing, sure you were still crashing into wave after wave of pleasure to even hear his whines. â-so why donât you give me one more?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Meet the Gojos
âToru- weâll get caught.â
âShut up- fuck- shut up.â Gojoâs face was ashen, grinning so dangerously at the sight of you completely and utterly bound into that obscene mating press he loved so much. Your pretty pussy at the perfect angle for him to hammer his achy cock so thoroughly into you. âSânot what this cute cunt is sayinâ though, sweetheart.â
Fuck, if you were in any better state of mind, youâd have smacked him maybe. But you knew right by the glowingly amused tinty in his blue eyes that he was waiting for that to happen - goading even.Â
Youâre whining hotly, fingernails digging sharply into the winding wooden desk rested cool beneath your skin. âThe- the elders are about to have a- hngh! meeting in here soon and-â
Gojoâs lips curl when your breath hitches, feeding you each and every one of his merciless inches over and over- âWell then itâs damn good that theyâve been bugging me for an heir, dontcha think~?âÂ
Youâre letting your drooling maw fall slack in disbelief - only to create the perfect opening for your boyfriend to catch you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Spitting out little profanities with each harsh push of his fat gliding tip across the slippery slopes of your walls. âHeh, always so fuuuck- cute when youâre fucked dumb on my cock.â heâs chuckling, mouth looser than usual with the way the tight channel of your cunt is sucking out every one of his honest thoughts - his soul. âBut ya needa get more firm, Iâm gonna be the fun parent.â
It takes another harsh snap! of those toned hips bruising against your ass for you to jump back into your heady reality.Â
âT-ToruâŠâ youâre murmuring, but it comes out so much more breathless than you wanted. Catching on to that syrupy, fucked-out tone of yours, Gojo takes the opportunity to ram his swollen length even meaner into your slobbering cunt. Wringing out your narrow hole to mold around the exact shape of his massive dick. âWe- ngh! Weâve got to set an example.â
You feel the fat girth of his shaft grow two sizes even bigger at your scolding. Bulging those two prominent veins down the middle to imprint onto your gummy walls. The roaming point of his glossed-over head pressing straight onto your g-spot, making you writhe underneath him. Bucking up for more more more-
A pale, splayed-out palm slams! down onto the creaky mahogany right beside your head, and when youâre batting your dazed gaze up you see-
Oh.Â
Oh fuck - forget setting an example, you were about to be made one.Â
Because Gojoâs blue irises were sparking with tiny rods of lightning, teeth bared in such an amusedly feral grin that it made your cunt ache.Â
âFuck-â even his voice sounded deeper - raspier, cracking ever-so-slightly with need near the end. âFuck, you canât talk shit to me about âsetting examplesâ when you get so fuckinâ wet just because I play a little rough.â
Playing a little rough was an understatement - and both of you knew it. Because if Gojo was simply toying with your sanity before, then he was well and fully intent on breaking it right now. Right along with your poor pussy with those bludgeoning, harsh thrusts you were being gifted with.
The expansion of his weighty cock has you squealing with each powerful slam, âFuck- fuck you little-â
âHunk? Absolute catch?â he grins, voice dropping to a low husky drawl. A slick little trail of drool dips down the corner of his mouth already with every cracking beg and plea, followed by a series of lingering grinds - not even thrusts, just slow, shallow swerves to feel you tighten wetly around his hot shaft. The lights flicker above, âFather of your kids?âÂ
That makes you wrack in a sinful shudder, words tumbling out before your syrupy sweet brain could compute them, âYouâd make a- a good daddy, Toru.â
Crack!Â
Itâs happening in a split-second - a stuttering gasp catches in Gojoâs throat, those baby blue eyes going wide. Glowing. In the distance, your popping ears catch the sharp shattering of that prized vase in the corner of the room.Â
But right now it felt like you were the one about to break - because ribbons and ribbons of Gojoâs hot, potent seed were knocking on the door to your womb. Splurging in thick dredges to stuff you full from the inside out.Â
âFuck- fuck, you evil evil woman.â Gojo breathes out, the only thing he could seem to do at this very moment. When the tethering clenches of his balls have tapered out, heâs pulling out to smack! the length of his throbbing, red shaft on your clit. Mouth hanging open at the way just buckets of his own cum gush out of your tight hole. âShit- mâgonna breed this cute cunt. Gonna fill her up until youâre so round and swollen.â heâs babbling, gliding pale fingers across the sloshing cum now seeping onto the desk to shove it back inside.Â
âFuuuck- mâgonna breed her till she hah- doesnât know what itâs like to not be stuffed full. Until youâre giving me a cute lilâ blue-eyed baby.â Crackling with jujutsu energy, heâs smack down on your puffy cunt - hard! âUntil mânot the strongest. Not even second- or third or fourth or fifth-â kissing your pouty lips in addicted little pecks. â-no. Sâgonna be my- our kids. All ours.â
âNgh! Toruââ youâre whining, only taking another few messy swivels on your cunt before you cum. And you swear, the lights go out at this very moment - the only thing you can see being Gojoâs flickers of purple jujutsu and his gleamingly white grin.
He smacks another hand down on that wooden meeting desk - the now broken desk, standing wearily on only three legs - and the puddle of cum seeping below you. âThink weâll be excused from the meeting? Because mânot done with you just yet, ma.â
A/N. Yuh I had two Kendrick references I apologize (I donât).
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Feeders are hot and all but so are âbad influencesâ and enablers. Big fat superchubs that are so ingrained in their gluttonous, hedonistic lifestyle of obesity that they canât help but rub it off on anyone who happens to end up in their presence for any real amount of time. Theyâll have you over just to game and order pizza and get high, maybe theyâll just order an extra pizza just to leave out for you to subtly coax you into indulging, and with a little more weed and nudging youâll be wolfing it down before you know it.
Soon this one-off hangout becomes a regular weekly routine, then bi-weekly, then 3 or 4 nights a week, because youâd rather hang out with your fat foodie buddy and get high than waste time at the gym - and heâd much rather prefer that you did that as well. In fact, although he doesnât say it, every gym session you skip gets rewarded with an extra pizza and tub of ice cream. This routine starts taking its toll on your body but your fat bud doesnât mind. Heâs started reaching out and rubbing your rapidly expanding belly lately, and you canât help but return the favour. Heâs giving you his old 4XL tank tops and sweatpants to wear since youâre getting too big for your own lately, and these are much more comfy for your widening ass.
And then, before you know it, youâre over there every night, getting high, shoving greasy burgers and pizzas and fries into your flab-filled face, outgrowing all your clothes before you even have a chance to wear them in for long, and now youâre making out with your massively obese friend who enabled you to get this fucking fat, while he plays with your tits and gets you grunting like a genuine pig. You need to be over there regularly anyway - the fatpad heâs pushed on you is now too big and deep for you to be able to reach that buried nub anymore, so you need him to reach in and help you finish.
You move out of your old place, which you pretty much never spend any time at anymore anyway, and move in with your new superchub boyfriend. Now the only place he lets your gigantic rump waddle to anymore is between the fridge, the bed, the bathroom and the couch - he takes care of answering the door with your food deliveries. Youâve forgone even the most basic of oversized tank tops and sweatpants and are just lazed out on the couch in the 8XL overstretched fat guy briefs that barely contain your swollen fatpad and oversized fat pig rump.
Heâs pulled you out of the real world and brought you into his hazy, obese, decadent life of hedonism and gluttony, and youâre never getting out. Not that you could ever want to. Who needs a gym and a normal life when you can rub fatpads with the 500lb fat man who quietly made you even fatter than he is.
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I think u should write an in depth txt dick analysisđ
LMFAOOO yall r rotten seriously đđ well⊠the people have spoken, and i do it for the people⊠omg i cannot believe i wrote this
NSFW UNDER THE CUT . MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
these r my deranged delusional txt dick analysis of each member, obviously these are just thoughts and are not representative of the members. you are allowed to disagree and discourse with me over this lol
soobin -> big dick with big balls, tip is fat and shaft is top heavy so itâs weighed down when heâs hard. curved to the right. 7-7.5â a shower not a grower and pale pink ^^ a struggle to fit in your throat but he loves getting head . the dick print is always criminal
yeonjun -> pretty pink with a long skinny shaft, curves upwards and slaps his belly when he takes his pants off :3 6.5-7â when hard, 3-4â when soft his dick like doubles in size when he gets hard ,, hairless w cute pink round balls that bounce when heâs fucking
beomgyu -> big cock swinging around in his cargo pants iâm sick to my stomach. long and kind of thin like yeonjuns but fatter !! 6.5â with a good stretch. ever heard of the term âboyfriend dickâ?? yeah. big heavy balls that swing around theyâre super sensitive n he likes having them fondled and squeezed hehe :3 wild dark pubes and a pretty pink cockhead đ„Č curved to the left
taehyun -> average but knows how to use it >;3 coke can cock fr sooo thick and fat with lots of prominent veins,, dark and tan with neatly trimmed pubes and the head is bulbous n darker than the shaft đ€§ 5.5-6â hard and about 3â when soft, can hide an erection pretty well if he tries hard enough ! tight fat balls that he likes getting sucked on when youâre giving him a handjob/blowjob :3 cock so fat itâs hard to fit in your mouth or in ur pussy the stretch is crazy and donât even get me started w him and anal..
ning -> terrible case of big dick donât know how to use it ! cock is about as long as soobinâs but definitely fatter,, ning 100% has the biggest dick idc what anyone else says :> big breeder balls too he cums buckets ⊠all flushed cute pink with a big vein on the underside, head big and fat and leaky !!! also i love uncircumcised kai i cant help it âŠ. he genuinely has no idea heâs got a big dick he thinks itâs pretty proportional to the rest of him (also big)
#this is so nasty#iâm sorry#liaâs hard hours đ„#txt hard thoughts#txt hard hours#[ đ ] â anon!#[ đ ] â loveletters
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Big Fat Boyfriends (pt 5 - final)
âLook what youâve done to me.â
âYou?! Look at me. Iâm fucking huge.â
âYouâre so sexy fat though.â
âAnd youâre sexy obese my piggy.â
Harry and Louis had fully changed now for the better. From starting off as two slender in shape men who anyone would want to get their hands on, they had fully transformed into two massive fatties. That first night when they laid outside the fridge after raiding it, little did they know that in a yearâs time they would be struggle to cover their hugely expanding bodies. Their once toned legs had swollen into thick sausages that trousers struggled to contain. Their perky asses ballooned into globes of soft flesh, threatening to break through any item of clothing that claimed to contain it. Their onceâs impressive large dicks had now started to shrink into their bulging fat pads, turning their once 6 inch monsters into just over 3 inch chubs. The most shocking change was displayed on their once tones stomachs. Their abs had been ruined by their fatty appetite and left them with huge large guts that jiggled and wobbled with every movement. Their chubby chests laid atop of their bellies, their fattened nipples sensitive to touch. Even their faces had blown up, their cheeks filling out, their jawlines gone and double chins thickening. They truly had ruined their once perfect bodies but they couldnât help it. Once they got a taste for being full, for fucking on a full stomach, for encouraging each other to be fatter and fatter, they couldnât stop and they wouldnât ever stop. The two pigs were unstoppable in their life goal of becoming huge.
One evening Louis and Harry were in the kitchen, both stood just in their underwear (as all clothes were either too small, uncomfortable to wear or had broken) and slowly munching on some left over sweet treats; brownies, cookies, cupcakes and so on. Louis looked at his boyfriendâs figure and actually could believe what he had turned into. âHarry youâre so fucking fatâ he said with a grin on his face.
âDamn alright youâre not slim your self fattyâ Harry said throwing Louis a shady look, putting down his brownies he was eating.
âNo babes I donât mean in a bad way. Itâs just shocking to think how slim you once were. And now youâre unrecognisable.â
âReally? Does it turn you on?â
âOh beyond belief. Nothing makes me hornier than fucking my fat boyfriend.â
âWell I must say that you arenât the slim figured twink I was once dating. I mean look at this gut youâve got going,â Harry said grabbing Louis hanging belly and shaking it, causing his whole body to jiggle.
âItâs your fault Iâm like this. You said what you wanted and I made it reality. You should be proud of my devotion to ruin my body for you.â
âOh Iâm more than proud. I want you on display at all times. Showing off how much you ruined your self for me.â
âAnd same here. You were so sexy and fit and now youâve turned into a hog for me.â
Louis was smooshed up against Harry at this point, both of them feeling their huge fat bodies. Harry reached down and slipped his hand into Louis tight underwear. He started playing with his fat ass cheek, squeezing it and fondling it. He moved his hand closer to Louis ass crack, slowly starting to wiggle his fingers deeper and deeper into his hole. Louis reached over to the kitchen side and picked up a can of whipped cream. Harry saw and took it off Louis chubby hands. Harry pushed Louis against the side, getting him to lean over the counter top. As if on queue this caused Louis tight underwear to give way and split light along his ass crack. Harry giggle and slapped Louis fat ass, then ripping the rest of his underwear off. Harry squirted the cream around Louis ass, and then proceeded to lick him clean of it. Harry then concentrated the cream around Louis hole, followed by slowly cleaning it with his tongue. Harry then slowly inserted the can lid into Louis ass hole and squirted. The cream filled up Louis ass. Harry carried on squirting it into the hole until the can was empty. Louis ass was leaking cream. Harry got to work cleaning it up. He dug his tongue deep into his hole, licking around the rim and deep inside. Harry kept going until all the cream had gone. Louis was moaning as he felt Harry deep inside him, his cock leaning cum all over his hanging belly. Harry then slowly started to push his own cock inbetween Louis globe like ass cheeks. Louis couldnât hold in the loud moan they this caused. As Harry pushed deeper, he grabbed a cupcake that was on the side next to them. Harry picked it up and shoved it into Louis fat face. Harry then started to pump harder and harder into Louis, causing Louis to muffle his moans into the stogy cake. Harry was going harder and harder, unable to stop, driven by his dick to fuck his obese boyfriend. Harry dug deeper and deeper pushing harder, making Louis moan even louder. Louis couldnât hold it in anymore. He exploded all over the underside of his gut, even squirting onto the cupcakes, covering them in his seed. Harry wasnât far behind, soon releasing his hot sticky eruption into his hogs ass hole. Harry pulled out whilst Louis caught his breath. Louis was panting over the kitchen side when he saw the cupcakes he had came all over. âStuff your face with these fatty. Every last one.â Harry looked at what Louis was talking about. He saw the cupcakes and almost instantly got a boner again. He picked up the first one and licked the frosting clean off, then stuffing the rest of the cake into his mouth. The followed a second and a third and before you knew it he had polished off all 6 cupcakes, all covered in Louis sticky cum. âYou're such a pigâ Louis giggles rubbing his boyfriends belly. Harry smiles before leaning in and making out with Louis. These two had a long life ahead of them filled with fucking and feeding. They are going to be two very fat, very happy piggies.
Last part of this story. Hope you guys enjoyed I loved writing it. Let me know about request for new stories. I might struggle with getting images for new stories from now on however as I have no way of making new photos (see my post âUpdatesâ for info on this). Anyways thank you for the support!
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Muscular gym guy notices he's getting fatter despite his best efforts to lose weight. Little does he know, his bimbo girlfriend has accidentally been upping his calorie count tenfold. Eventually he finds out and gives in, becoming her personal blob.
It seemed like a silly idea to give his girlfriend the responsibility of making his protein shakes and preparing his meals, though with how little time he had for it, and how much she loved cooking, he allowed it - though instead of using the recipe for protein shakes, she was using a similar one that was made for weight gain.
He didn't know this and didn't know the difference right away, at least not until he started noticing his abs fading a bit. They weren't gone, they were just being covered in a layer of softness. He wasn't in bulking season so this felt strange...Well, his arms...they were soft too?...Huh...but he still felt strong! He just felt like his body was having a bit of trouble keeping up with his usual workouts. After all, he wasn't on any kind of cutting routine...
Maybe it was just water retention and nothing to do with his diet. Even if his girlfriend insisted they went to get pizza and burgers together plenty of times - a lot of those times she didn't even eat her own burger or anything, instead feeding it straight into his hungry mouth...
"Open wide, honey! Heehee~!" She giggled happily as she did it too, and seeing her happy made him happy...
His workouts became less frequent as his increase in weight was so rapid he couldn't keep up. He spent more time with her, and that meant more food for him to try out, more of her meals. Sometimes he had three lunches in one day. She saw how satisfied his belly was, and how happy he seemed to be with the food, praising it and saying she's the best cook ever, so she couldn't help herself but make more! After all, seeing him happy made her happy...
Once it was too obvious not to know that his diet was all over the place thanks to his bimbo beauty's food and shake mistake, it was too late. He was fat, very fat, in every sense of the word. Large moobs, soft arms, very thick legs and a huge butt, and of course, a massive, plump, wobbly belly that was her favorite pillow.
He gave in to her needs, not sure he could even work himself back into shape, too used to her food by now.
All he could see, as he laid down in bed, was his girlfriend's big breasts bouncing into view and into the room first, followed by her beautiful, plump lipped smile and her hands carrying two bags full of several burgers each.
It seemed it was time for his fifth lunch! Good thing this bed was reinforced, he hardly moved away from it anymore. He was growing so big she joked about him being her lovable, big personal bed now...something he...didn't mind one bit.
Curvy accidental/unconscious feeder gf with a boyfriend who unlocks a stuffing and weight gain kink thanks to their bond...him growing enormous, her hourglass frame hugging his belly, pressing against it...so good~ <3
#feeder bimbo gf#male weight gain#male expansion#male fit to fat#wholesome couple discovers their affinity for w e i g h t
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being a fat girl in a relationship 1
Today I met someone online. He is so good-looking, very fit. It is like he has 3% fat or less in his body. He looks so damn good. He is tall and handsome and treated me very well. Bruh it has only been one day since we met. But, sometimes you know some kind of warmth.. some kind of familiarity in someone and you just want that feeling to last longer... It was something like that. We texted each other all day long.
He saw my pics, both body and face. He texted me first and told me that I looked good and hot. Why do I have to question that just because I am fat? I hate this more than everything. Yeah, I have low self-esteem but I don't want to feel like I don't deserve to be with someone good-looking.
Anyway, He asked like "Did you like me?" I was like being shy and said yes. So he was like "Hot enough to be your bf?" >_< He said it kinda jokingly but like ugh. I didn't say anything to that. He wants to meet up. But I am not as excited as him. Cuz he is not hiding anything. But I am. I don't know if he would stay if he would see the inner me, my weakest self, a very crazy one.
I don't want him to even think that I look bad, I look ugly, I am not as hot as my pics, etc. ugh. I am not used to getting love. He asked for a selfie and gave me genuine compliments. He said he was looking for long-term relationships and when he saw my profile on one of the websites, he was like "She is what I am looking for." I don't really believe that but yeah. I get delusional over everything like that. I don't wanna be fatter than my boyfriend. That is pretty disgusting and so embarrassing to me. He is fucking tall and he is a man but I as a woman weigh more than him. ugh.
I am gonna be starving again from today. We said like we could meet this Friday, So I will be starving until that day again. I don't wanna be wrong about him and don't wanna get disappointed. I just want someone to love me and find me hot, smart, beautiful, fun, and someone they can fall in love. But It seems pretty impossible while I am being a fat oily girl.
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When I first started hooking up with my boyfriend in October, he was chubby enough that when we fucked his entire body would shake. He had a large chest with pert moobs and a bit of a tummy but was otherwise fairly flat in a soft kind of way
Now we've been together for 5 months, he's definitely tipping over from chubby to fat especially since I told him about my weight gain kink
Riding on top of him is incredible because now he's big enough that the bottom of his tummy slaps against my clit and if he's on top, I can feel the heavy press of it against me. His moobs are starting to droop, and his stomach hangs over his jeans. He constantly sends me pictures of all the food he's eating and the way he's starting to fill out his XL t-shirts (the large's were already skin tight when we met)
Literally the thought of him alone is enough to get me dripping wet and I feel utterly consumed by hot insanely hot he's becoming
I can't wait to make him even fatter, though if this is how horny I already am then how on earth am I ever going to get anything done then? Guess I'll have to give up and live in service to making daddy fatter <3
#weight gain#male weight gain#bhm#bhm weight gain#fat bhm#male feedism#fat boys#fat kink#daddy#gay gainer#nb feeder#size kink#daddy's good girl
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are you into mutual gaining, would you want to fatten someone else up?
Henlo Anon! :3
Yes. đ€€ and YES. đđ„”đźâđš
Like, there are absolutely times where I fantasize about being the feeder and having a half-ton boyfriend to spend my life with fattening up. đ€€ I just fucking love fat, fat guys, and getting fatter than ever.
Fuck. Might need to go rub one out again before I go to the store. đ„Ž Thanks Anon đ
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You had just come out as a man a month ago. Started T too.
Looking in the mirror though everything still seemed âwrongâ . Your binder held down your tits but your hips flared out and your thighs touched. Your bubble butt was too much of a bubble. Something needed to drastically change.
You were very nervous about your plan. This plan could potentially back fire majorly. He even explained that to you. At first, gaining weight could accentuate your feminine features. However as you took testosterone, the fat would redistribute into a more manly physique.
âWell not manly in the traditional sense,â your date told you, ânot even manly in the way a bear looks. Manly as in becoming a fucking whale.â
The first month of your and your feeder dating was something else. Youâve never experienced anything like this before. Sure he was sweet and would take you out and show you off as his boyfriend, but most boyfriends donât shovel over 10k calories a day into their lovers. He was right about looking more feminine as the weight came on. Your tits became swollen and your hips flared out even more. Your thighs wobbled as they moved. Your face became rounder, with a double chin joining in. You still had days like this but something about your feeder made you forget them. Maybe it was how he pounded your ass every time you met, how he grabbed at the new fat, and how he lovingly fed you like a prized pig.
3 months and 50 pounds in you did begin to look manlier. You noticed this as your feeder lover began to play with your gut in front of the mirror. Your gut eclipsed your fat ass and thighs an little. It was so soft. Everything about you is now. Your chin is growing a third, your beard accents your fat face. Youâve asked your lover to increase your meals. Your T-dick stands at attention every time you eat now. Youâve even face timed him to show off how you can still reach under your gut and get off with one hand while the other funnels ice cream down your throat. You love how the extra fat feels as it encroaches into your clothes, as it bursts buttons, and especially as it weighs you down. From how your feeder fucks you, you know he feels the same.
Itâs been 6 months and 150 pounds gained. The number is astonishing but it makes sense considering that you and your lover have been fucking like rabbits and you have been eating like a bear going into hibernation. Your lover is making you eat an entire cake while he fucks you and makes you watch in the mirror. Your ass is enormous. It wobbles and shakes with each thrust, in time with your massive and hairy sagging tits. Your thighs are covered in hair and look like theyâre made of cottage cheese. Your belly hits the floor now, developing multiple rolls. Your fat face has grown a third chin. Itâs covered in cake and cum. Your new facial hair catches it well.
A year in and youâre no longer a piggy, but a hog. You asked your feeder to shave your head. He gladly obliged, your baldness shows off how fat your face has gotten perfectly. It also helps that at every moment youâre awake, your eating something. You truly havenât stopped eating unless youâre sleeping since the 6 month mark. Your moobs hang to the side of your monstrous belly, showing off how hairy you have gotten. However you can no longer see the happy trail that starts at your deep bellybutton. Looking in the mirror, you grab your fat pad and shake it. Your lover loves to fuck it and rub his cock on yours. Your thighs compete with each other for space even when standing. You can still walk but itâs a pronounced waddle. Your ass has gotten fatter but it balances out your physique; without it your gargantuan gut would put too much strain on your back. Your feeder was right: you do look manly, but not in the way bears look.
You look like an overfed, well fucked, slob.
#gay chubby chaser#gay encourager#gay feeder#trans encourager#trans feeder#ftm feeder#ftm feedist#male gainer#trans gainer#gay gainer#weight gain story#wg text
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Big Fat Boyfriends (pt 3)
âOh Louis this get away was soo needed. It feels great to relax.â
âI can tell youâre enjoying relaxing there babes.â
âOi Iâm allowed to gain a little weight on holiday.â
âA little weight?! Tell that to the swimming shorts your fat ass canât fit into.â
Harry and Louis had decided to take a last minute get away trip to a yacht just off the coast of southern Italy. The boys had always wanted to go, picturing themselves lying on the beach from working up a good tan on their fit bodies. What they hadnât envisioned was their fit bodies melting away and turning into soft fat guts. This didnât affect their dreams however. The two enjoyed their trip to the maximum, taking advantage of every thing Italy had to offer two budding tourists.
In the mornings they would walk from the docks to the local bakery where they had become quite good friends with the baker that worked there. The baker was a good looking man in his 20s, a tight tanned body that his apron hugged beautifully. They would ask for a loaf of his freshest bread and as a treat the baker would give them a little basket filled with his finest sweet treats. Heâd always pass over the basket and wink at the two plump boys, examining their growing bodies. Then they would get back to their yacht and eat the whole basket plus whatever they had planned for breakfast.
The rest of the morning was filled with touching, examining and exploring each otherâs bodies, feeling how the other had filled out their clothes. In the early afternoon they would return to the town to get some lunch usually eating more than any of the locals. The two boys had earned a reputation within the town, being known as the greedy British boys. The town didnât mind it but in fact would help them out. On their way back to the yacht, where they would pass out for the remainder of the evening, the locals would give them food that they had left over. One rather large hairy Italian man had waddled over the pair with large pot of spaghetti. Louis and Harry tried to refuse but he insisted. The two of them found them selves stuffing their selves with whatever gifts they got before falling victim to a food coma till the evenings. The evenings were filled with more eating and chilling out on the boat deck looking out across the hot Italian ocean. One evening Harry was looking out at the ocean. He looked at the moon glistening on the surface of the sea. He then glanced over at his boyfriend who was lying on the deck slowly munching on some bread and olive oil as an after dinner snack. Harry saw how Louis thin summer shirt was stretched right across his soft midsection. Harry envisioned him in the ocean soaking wet with the moon light shining on his round belly. This gave him an idea.
Harry stood on the edge of the boat. He pulled off his shirt and pulled down his trunks leaving him stark naked on the end of the yacht. Louis looked up at his fattened boyfriend. His heart jumped at the sight of his belly sticking out, his soft ass cheeks almost becoming shelves and his hard cock sticking out in the darkness of the late evening. Louis stood up and pulled off his shirt. Harry smirked at him and dropped into the ocean followed by a large splash. Louis walked to the edge of the boat and saw Harry smiling up at him. Louis slipped off his trunks, wriggling to get them over his fattening thighs. He jumped in after Harry and quickly bobbed up to the surface to meet him in the moon lit sea. Harry pulled Louis closer, the guts pressed against each others. Harry slowly kissed his boyfriendâs neck working up to his ear, giving it a little nibble. He pulled away slightly whispering âI like how fucking fat youâve gotten and I want you fatter.â With this, Harry then pulled Louis up and clothes, Louis wrapping his legs around Harryâs love handles. Louis leaned in and whispered âyou have no idea how fat I want you to get. Youâre gonna be huge piggy.â Harry smirks at Louis and then lowers him slightly onto his hard cock. Louis moans as Harryâs thick dick goes into him. Harry slowly starts to move Louis up and down his throbbing member whilst Louis chubby dick rubbed between their fat bellies. As Harry got quicker so did Louis. The two boys were moaning as their wet fattened bodies rubbed faster and harder together. Harry couldnât hold it anymore and cam inside Louis fat ass filling him with hot cum leading Louis to quickly follow, covering both their bellies in his hot sticky cum. The night was filled with more kissing, fucking and feeding. This getaway was exactly what they needed to grow their waist lines.
Once the two boys returned off their getaway they truly realised the damage they had done to their figures. Their guts had ballooned, hanging over the edge of the waistband of all their trousers. The only thing they fit into was joggers. Itâs the only item of clothing that can accommodate their large waistlines as well as their fattening asses. The two fat boys would stand next to each other as they got ready, struggling to fit into a single item of clothing. Watching the other barely even fit into size extra large made them so satisfied. âThat trip has really done wonders for usâ Louis says grabbing Harryâs underbelly and giving it a squeeze.
âItâs worked a little too well. Now we have no clothes that fit our fat assess.â
âLooks like Iâll have to get used to seeing your pig body all the time then huh fatty?â Louis said as he walked out of their bedroom in just his underwear. It cling tightly to his globe like ass cheeks showing every jiggle as he walked out. Harry, who was stuck in a shirt that was oversized just a few months ago, ripped the shirt off and chased after his large boyfriend. The pair now decided they were beyond clothes for huge bodies. Plus it made it easier to fuck after eating a huge meal.
Part 3 of my new story. Really feeling inspired to create stories again which is great!
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Overindulged
prompt: feeder boyfriend quits his job and balloons as fat as his feedee/feeder girlfriend
He drove his sleek BMW up his driveway and into the middle garage just as dusk settled into night. Heâd stayed overtime at work again, and to make it up to his girlfriend, three dozen fresh assorted donuts sat in the passenger seat.
Sure enough, immediately upon opening the back door with his stack of boxes, he heard her voice: âLate.â
âItâs the end of the month,â he said. âWhat do you expect? Brought you something though, so donât be mad. Come in here.â
He set the boxes down on the granite island, then waited, sucking in a breath. His pupils dilated as his favorite person in the world waddled through the wide archway leading into the kitchen. After giving him a pout, she pulled the boxes toward her with arms that hung, at their heaviest, over half a foot with fat.
She was a beautiful, enormous woman. He had met her on a plane three years ago on a business trip to Paris. Sheâd pulled him into conversation like a warm whirlpool, and heâd listened in awe to her life story: miserable wife of a banker to a happily divorced entrepreneur, flying first class on her own dime.
With a smug, knowing smile, she talked about how she used to be skinny for her exâs sake and now was free. He couldnât help but let his gaze roam over her blatantly overweight body. Thighs pressing firm on either armrest of the wide seat, bust prominent and heavy, belly button deep and visible through her dress.
Bad news is, sheâd concluded, I just settled a messy lawsuit that lost me my career and nearly bankrupted me. But she shrugged, as if such was life. Iâm taking my last-hurrah vacation until I have no choice but to eat tiny, unsatisfying meals again.
He decided that couldnât come to pass, so he spent as much time with her outside his business obligations as he could, taking her to meal after meal, falling in love as she ate to her heartâs content and shamelessly talked about how sheâd rather fallen in love with gaining weight. It titillated and empowered her. By the end of their two week stay in Paris, she was twelve pounds bigger and he had invited her to live with him for a while as she looked for a new career path. She accepted.
Three years later, sheâd found her calling without having to leave his luxurious, spacious home. Doing what she loved.
She was almost four hundred and fifty pounds now, last he was updated. She always wore leggings that clung to every lump and bulge of cellulite, and she liked to tease him by wearing crop tops, letting her massive belly and side rolls hang out and wobble as they pleased.
He watched with soft eyes as she stuffed herself with four jelly-filled doughnuts. Between bites she said, âThese long hours at your soulless job are no good. My fans want to see more of you.â More eating. âThe last time you fed me on camera was weeks ago!â
She gave him an imploring look as she ate a fifth doughnut. Boston creme. Her face, once conventionally pretty, now had a sexy overindulged look. Sheâd lost her jawline to additional chins and neck fat, and her round, fatty cheeks quivered as she chewed. Even before she finished the fifth doughnut, she picked up a sixth. âAnd donât think they havenât noticed that little tummy you have now.â
âWhat?â He looked down at himself, blushing at how his tie sat out a bit on slightly stretched white buttons.
Before he could say anything, she pushed a chocolate doughnut in his hand. âI know people willing to pay a pretty petty to see you chunk out.â She smirked. âPop a couple of those buttons.â
He laughed dismissively, but as he ate the doughnut, he contemplated the press of his new chub against his shirt. His pants felt a little tight in the ass, too, now that he thought about it. What if? he thought.
Suddenly, he found himself admitting: âIâve been thinking of quitting.â
Her eyebrows rose.
âI want to spend more time with you,â he explained. He hadnât meant to talk about it now, but here he was. Out of nervousness, he pulled one of the boxes toward himself and picked another doughnut, this one caving in under its sprinkles. He took a heavenly bite. âI have plenty of money saved and invested to take care of both of us for a long time. I just donât see why IâŠâ
She waddled over to his side of the island and took his free hand. âYou know Iâd support you.â Then she pulled him closer, into a smiling kiss. âIâll support you real good.â
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Before his two week notice even ended, he was eight pounds heavier, and he relished how his coworkersâ eyes lingered on his burgeoning waistline. Soon, his tummy was pushing over his pants. His chest felt thicker. He felt his ass spread wider when he sat down. He ate desserts all the time, and his girlfriend lavished him with attention (food) at every opportunity when he was home, encouraging him to eat in amounts heâd never let himself eat before. She started filming - with his consent, as always - the development of his chubbing up. Her fans loved him even more than they already did, compliments coming in faster than he could read them.
One month into being an unemployed man, she stuffed him on camera until one of his shirt buttons popped off. The experience was more of a revelation for him than even becoming officially overweight; that night, after she went to sleep, he got out of bed, squeezed into an old pair of slacks that barely fit him, then gorged himself in the kitchen until he gasped at the relief of his ass seam tearing open, unable to accommodate his butt, which everyone online said was growing gorgeously fat. His heart fluttered just thinking about it, and he hoped his ass kept growing.
It did.
âI admit, I never thought youâd be this much of a pear,â his girlfriend told him, six months into his steady ballooning. They were admiring his progress in the large bathroom mirror. He may have looked small relative to his partnerâs morbid obesity, but somehow, they were both more fascinated with his growth at the moment. She outlined his bottom heavy figure with her hands. Fat had indeed stored most eagerly in his ass, thighs, and hips. His belly drooped soft and wide.
âI love it,â she said. âLove everything about you.â But then something else came into her expression. âExcept how youâve stopped picking up after yourself.â
He swallowed, and said honestly, âSorry. I know Iâm getting lazier.â
âWeâll have to hire a maid.â She grinned wickedly. âOr do two pigs deserve to roll in their sty?â
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A year into living on his passive income and her subscribers, the couple had not yet hired any cleaning services, and his country club house was...well. Not trashed, but messy and disorganized. She blamed the five pounds sheâd lost over the past month on having to constantly throw his trash away. She punished him by making him stand while drinking a whole liter of full-sugar soda. Since heâd developed a strong distaste for any physical effort as he sunk deeper into obesity, he grumbled the whole time. When he finally fell back on the couch, she sat too. Together, they took up most of it. But while she looked perfectly composed, he was panting raggedly, slightly sweaty, a food stain on his pants.
âLook.â She reached out and held his chubby wrist. âI can tell that the fatter you get, the more your natural inclination is to be a pig.â She spoke with total matter-of-factness. As if the emergence of his inner pig was unsurprising and inevitable. âItâs not uncommon in men - that urge to oink and eat as a way of life. But we share this space. I help pay off this house. Please throw away your take out containers.â
Then she added, at his long-suffering sigh, âIâll reward you.â
He met her gaze. âTonight?â
âTonight.â
*
This time, there were no cameras. There was just her, sitting on one side of their king bed and him on the other, breathing heavy, taking her reward one bite at a time.
Everywhere in their bed were containers and packages and napkins and soda bottles. He had eaten mexican and noodles and burgers and fries. Heâd eaten candy bars and sundaes and milkshakes and chunky cookies. He was so full he could feel the skin of his belly stretching. He could practically feel the skin of his thighs stretching, as if they were filling up heavier with fat right then, as he was determinedly overfed. He swallowed another bite of greasy cheeseburger.
âKeep going. I can tell you're slowing down, but Iâll have none of that yet. I want to see progress from you.â
âI donât knowâŠâ
âDo you want to feel the ecstasy of squeezing through a doorframe or are you going to plateau at being just fat?â
He let out a breathy moan as he ate another bite of the cheeseburger. His girlfriend knew him too well. She knew he liked the new challenges being big was causing him. She knew it turned him on that he sat so much fatter in his own car, belly pressing against everything, ass barely fitting at all. She knew his hands had begun cupping his hips as a half-unconscious habit, admiring his own width.
He liked how his thighs had to push past each other, jiggling every time. He even liked when he accidentally bumped into things, because it was a hot reminder that he wasnât the same. He was like her now. He was fat. He was a pig. He wanted to eat and get so big he could barely even waddle. He wanted to squeeze through doorways. He wanted to get stuck.
âI want everything,â he said. And she smiled, temporarily pleased.
*
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Omgggggg
To the anon talking about chubby eddie and chaser Steve YES
Misha your comments on "too much boy and not enough denim" and "you like em with long hair and big tits any gender" and "just wanting something you can grab on"
Fuuuuck this particular location is NOT the place to feel these things!!!
I knew I wanted to incorporate a chubby eddie somewhere in a fic but wasnt sure what kind of dynamic to put him in. Because I love eddissy but now am loving steddie too.
I can see him being chubby with chrissy too and it making their relationship even weirder since shes popular and hes a freak etc just add in the fat/thin combo too. But I feel her chasing would be more comforting him with food and him toddler dading her food she doesnt eat, slowly helping her with her ED (thanks chrissy's bitch ass mom).
Also eddie and steve are both bi IMO
But this?
Steddie with fat eddie and chaser steve??
Fuck yesssssss
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I never thought of chubby Billy, I find him hot af so fuck yes. (Just gonna extract the evilness)
And hopper? Fuuuuck season 3 magnum pi hopper is SEXY.
So now along with fat mickey and chaser ian content I'll be shouting on misha's page at him, and you, about fat eddie/chaser steve, fat billy, and big daddy hops.
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Hahaha thank you darling! I know, I totally support eddissy but I identify way more with m/m content and Steddie just seems so good to me. 100% they're both bi. Eddie's known it forever, and he just assumes people know. Steve is a baby bi. In fact Steve probably finds out Eddie is Bi when after tons of hanging out one-on-one and drinking and smoking and talking, Eddie leans in to kiss Steve. Steve would be a little taken aback and like
"whoa we got a problem here?"
"Uh yeah...I mean no it's just- you looked like you were about to kiss me."
"No shit, Harrington. I mean you've been giving me signals all night," he'd ease back and just look at Steve all entertained.
"I mean...I'm not against the idea. Usually I like to take a gir- someone out first."
And that just makes Eddie crack up, like nearly bust a rib laughing.
"What do you think the past few weeks have been?"
Cue dates at like the mall, the drive-in, tons of local diners and restaurants, junk food and basement hangouts, D&D, and everything to give Steve a crisis over how much he wants a fatter boyfriend.
Re: chaser!Steve chub!Eddie You know I'm a slut for contrast, I love someone whose thin/toned/muscular contrasted with someone who is just decadently soft and round and heavy.
Billy was just too evil even before getting taken over for me to be into, but he was hot. Depending on the situation I could imagine some darker Sub/Dom sexy bullying gainer-related stuff that could be pretty hot.
Never been too into daddy-types but I love the collective love of Hopper đ„°
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XWG Story Recommendations
Just thought Iâd post out some of my favorite SSBHM stories I have saved away and constantly revisit. They somewhat range in variety but all feature some pretty big boys. Usually have most stories saved on DeviantArt but there's a few good ones randomly out there on the net, so links to stories in the titles.
Sumo Slobs by ModecaiSnow - 3 part story featuring boyfriends where one becomes a giant slob of a sumo from a mawashi. The other boyfriend later uses it as well for both of them to be fat slobs. (I personally read the third part most often) ModecaiSnow also has lots of other great stories of the fat variety that I like to read so go give them a browse too.
A Superhero's Supersized Downfall by Garebear241 - Featuring a fat supervillain getting the upper hand on the fit hero of the city. Getting him addicted to super fattening food and growing him into a giant blob.
The Wedding Tradition by wannafat - Family line with a cursed suit that all males must be married in, the problem is it constantly has to fit so the males of each generation have been getting fatter and fatter for marriage. Wanting to break this curse to avoid it ironically results in the main character being fattened up to an immense size to literally tear the suit and end it. (The third part is really where all the gaining is so that's really the only one I go back to since I know it all)
More To Love by BearUdders - Suprisingly on FurAffinity of all places this one features the Overwatch ship of McHanzo. By magic McCree swells in size, taking up a lot, and I mean a lot of space of their house.
Chris Redfield's big feast by deadman123 - 2 part story featuring Chris Redfield from Resident Evil (Again the latter part is my favorite). Here Chris goes in search of a new bio-weapon, finding food in the process and eating it only to realize it has the bio-weapon in it. Causing him hunger and easily expanding in size.
#weight gain#xwg#ssbhm#bhm#immobile fat#immobile#overwatch#mchanzo#jesse mccree#hanzo shimada#fat#gay fat#resident evil#chris redfield#deviantart#male wg
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Hi!!~~ <3 So... How much has Jungkook's physical condition changed?
Do you think he tires easily with physical tasks? I can only imagine him puffing all the time ><
Jin had just put the final revisions on a work project when a notification popped up on his computer.
âHi!!~~ <3 So... How much has Jungkook's physical condition changed?
Do you think he tires easily with physical tasks? I can only imagine him puffing all the time ><â
Oh if only, Jin sighs softly. He wishes he could say that their youngest does, but that would be a lie. Either way, Anon needs an answer!
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Oh, he wishes! Poor Jungkook has a ridiculously fast metabolism, much to his dismay. It was great for him when he was a gym rat, effortlessly maintaining his washboard abs. But now it is his ultimate curse.
Weâve been doing research on how to lower or, in Jungkookâs words, âcompletely ruinâ his metabolism.
So far, weâve chosen to have him switch to a completely sedentary activity level, bulk up on carbs, flip into âstarvation modeâ between stuffings and replacing that banana milk he likes to drink with soda. We also heard that lack of sleep can contribute to a drop in metabolism, but I vetoed that one. Jungkook may be willing to suffer sleep deprivation to get fatter, but thatâs not something Iâm willing to support.
On the topic of him getting tired⊠Hmm⊠I think it would only really happen if he was going out of his way to be active? Like, him just walking around or lifting basic things doesnât phase him yet, but exercise on the other hand⊠Give me one second!
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âJungkook!â Jin called out.
âYeah?â He heard back. It sounded like Jungkook had just woken up from a post breakfast nap.
âCould you come here please, baby?â Jin was now curious. How has his physicality changed in the past two months? Would he get out of breath easily? Or has his years of exercise and healthy eating still blocked that?
âDo I have to?â He whined. Jin felt butterflies in his stomach at just how lazy his boyfriend has gotten.
âYes!â Jin laughed.
After what sounded like some shuffling and grunting, Jungkook sleepily wandered into Jinâs office.
âYou never make me come to youâŠâ The youngest complained halfheartedly, scratching his tummy.
âForgive me just this once, your highness.â Jin snarked back. âI just wanted to⊠do a little test.â
Jungkook perked up the the word âtestâ. Jin knew he would never pass up an opportunity to prove himself.
âWhat do I need to do?â The younger man asked excitedly, watching as Jin pushed his rolling desk chair to the corner of the room.
âWell⊠first Iâm going to need you to stand riiiight here. There, perfect!â Jin maneuvered the taller boy to stand right in front of his computer screen. âWait just a second, babe.â
The screen suddenly changed from spreadsheets to a camera screen. Jin pressed recordâŠ
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The video starts off in a well kept room. Orderly bookshelves line the background, tiny potted vines trailing down the fronts.
Pulling away from the screen, you catch a blurry glimpse of knobby knuckles and trimmed nails. Front and center stands a rather tall young man. He has short, shiny black hair and warm brown eyes. Said eyes are currently large with confusion.
The young man is wearing a rather ill-fitting set of pajamas. The bottoms fit well enough, but the topâs buttons are slightly strained. A soft looking paunch hangs out from the too small shirt, wobbling as the young man shifts uncertainly. He rests both hands on the mass, rubbing slowly.
âOkay, -ahem-.â You hear a manâs voice says off camera say. âHello, everyone! This is the first video Iâll be uploading to the blog, yay! It was originally going to be the third month weigh in, but it seems I just couldnât wait.â
The young man on screen chuckles a bit, relaxing at the lighthearted conversation.
The voice resumes speaking, âEither way! Weâre here now! This is Jungkook, some of you might recognize his face from the profile section of the blog, but if you havenât then here he is! Say hi, Kookie.â
Jungkook blushes, waving at the camera. âHi guys⊠Iâm uh, Iâm Jungkook.â
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âOh! And Iâm Jin!â The disembodied voice frantically shouts. Jungkook bursts into giggles. âIâm Jin! The owner of the blog! Iâm also apparently an idiot.â Jin ducks his head into the camera, giving you an unattractive, sideways close up of his eyes and nose.
âVeryprofessional, Jin.â Jungkook grins teasingly.
Jinâs too-close head turns, presumably to glare at the focus of the video. âYes, I am a professional thank you very much. Now take your shirt off, fatty.â
Jin walks to the side of the room again, giving you a nearly full view of Jungkookâs body. The young man blushes again, levity gone, and starts to unbutton his sleep shirt.
With each button undone, the fabric gratefully springs to the side. Soon the boyâs tan tummy lays bare, angry looking stretchmarks decorating the lower part of it.
Jungkook tosses his shirt off camera, breathing slowly and evenly. âWh-what now?â
âJiggle it.â
Jungkookâs breath hitched, eyes closing slightly. He brings both large hands to his jello like gut and proceeds to bounce it up and down. For a minute of two, he shakes it briefly, only to let go and wait for the jiggly mass to settle. He stares at the camera, as if heâs watching himself in the feedback footage.
One hand slides up to cup his soft chest, while the other slaps gently at his belly entranced by the bounce.
âNow, turn to your side.â Jinâs voice startles Jungkook out of his self exploration. Jin himself walks towards the now sideways Jungkook, pressing up against his back. Jin reaches his arms around Jungkook to lift the younger manâs pot belly. He squeezes, pinches and lets it drop to watch it wobble.
âTsk tsk tskâŠâ He pokes a long finger into the pliant flesh. âSomeoneâs let himself go it seemsâŠâ
âAh~! I- I have!â Jungkook moans. âIâm soooo lazy, and- and greedy.â
âLazy is right you little piggy.â Jin pulls away from playing with the taller boyâs belly button, walking back off screen. âWhy donât we give our viewerâs a little show? See how out of shape youâve really gotten?â
Jungkook can only nod, face a bright red.
âGimme fifty jumping jacks.â
âFifty?! Jin! Thatâs too many!â Jungkook gapes at the man off screen.
âYou used to do sets of eighty not even a year ago, Iâm sure your fat ass can manage one set of fifty.â
âIâll try I guessâŠâ Jungkook doesnât look optimistic. He gets in position anyway and starts counting out loud.
âOne, two, three, four, five, sixâŠâ
The up and down movement vigorously shakes his little jelly belly, truly revealing just how much fat had accumulated there.
âFifteen, sixteen, seh-seventeen, eight -hah hah- eighteenâŠâ The poor boyâs face was tomato red and shiny with sudden sweat. His arms keep perfect time, but his legs move less far apart with each jump.
âNine-hah-teen, twenty!â Jungkook is huffing now, tiny breasts quaking each time he lands. He is so out of breath now that he only mutters what vaguely sounds like numbers with each jumping jack.
âTwenty one, twenty two, twenty threeâŠâ Jin picks up where the out of breath young man left off. âCome on tubby, you were doing this in your sleep six months ago! What happened?â
Jungkook is gasping now, arms waving less with each jump, feet not even moving apart. A drop of sweat hangs precariously off of a perky nipple, only to fall onto his gut not even a second later.
âAre you seriously this out of shape?â Jin sounds genuinely surprised now, instead of teasing. Jungkook plops onto the floor panting. His previously neat hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, neck and chest pink from effort. âKookie, you only did 31 jumping jacks.â
âI- gasp- I canâtâŠâ The chubby boy leans back against the bookshelf. âIâm too fatâŠâ
âOh no. Iâll be the one to tell you when youâre too fat. Right now?â Jin squats down and smacks Jungkookâs sweaty belly, eliciting a moan from the boy. âYouâre barely overweight.â
âIâll get bigger! I promise!â The younger man pleads, having seemingly forgotten about the fact that heâs being recorded.
âBigger? Eating like you are now? I donât think so. Youâre going to have to pick up the pace if you want to be the fattest boy in the house. Even Hobi will get bigger than you at this rate.â Jin gave Jungkookâs red, sweaty paunch one last wobbling pat before standing back up again. Jungkook stays on the ground, not even bothering to hide the bulge in his pajama pants.
âOkay guys!â The older man addresses the camera, winking. âIt looks like Jungkook can still do thirty one jumping jacks before he gives up. You could say his stamina isnât what it used to be! Iâm gonna get this little piggy back to bed now. I think the poor thingâll need another nap after so much exercise. Thank you for watching!â
Jin leans forward
The screen goes black.
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I went ahead and attached a video instead of just writing down the answer ^-^;
I hope you donât mind using headphones, haha! It got a little steamy there for a second⊠I should really get a video editing program so I can cut out those bits of me turning the camera on and off. Maybe even use my phone next time or something.
Oh well, lessons for later.
I hope that answers your question, Anon!
#lavender//ask#lavender//jin#bts weight gain#bts feederism#fat jungkook#calling all jungkook stans#ooc: a little different than what I normally do! let me know if you guys want more 'videos' in the future...
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Queen live at National Bowl in Milton Keynes, UK - June 5, 1982 (Part-1)
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It was originally intended for the band to play this concert at Arsenal Stadium in Highbury, but it was moved to Milton Keynes for the same reason the Leeds show wasn't played at the famed Old Trafford. It's also worth noting that the band wanted to play at London's famous Royal Albert Hall as well, but the plan was never orchestrated as there was much fear that the weight of Queen's lighting rig would make the ceiling cave in. An early tour itinerary listed two London shows (June 4 and 5) on the agenda. The Teardrop Explodes were among the bands (the same line-up as last week in Leeds) who opened for Queen at this show. Their guitarist, Julian Cope, stood before about 40 thousand Queen fans and introduced the next song as being probably the best song they had ever heard, prompting someone near the stage to throw a toilet seat at him, which missed (people are known to bring cameras and certain substances to concerts, but toilet seats?). Lemonade bottles were then thrown at the guitarist which he tossed back into the audience. The complete Queen concert was filmed. A shortened video was shown on UK TV on a show called "The Tube" in January 1983 (omitting Action This Day, the bit of Las Palabras de Amor, Back Chat, Get Down Make Love, part of the guitar solo, Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Another One Bites The Dust, and Sheer Heart Attack), and on MTV in the US in August 1983 (the latter was a simulcast, with the audio being broadcast on FM radio in stereo, on the west coast, at least). The video was edited by Gavin Taylor, who was later invited by the band to direct the now famous video at Wembley Stadium in 1986. An even shorter version (about 50 minutes long) of the Milton Keynes video was shown on UK TV in 2001 (and many times since). Both the Milton Keynes and Wembley shows would eventually be released on DVD uncut. The 2004 official release of this show (both on CD and DVD) is called "Queen On Fire: Live At The Bowl". The DVD is a beautiful document of Queen's show at the time, packed full of classic Queen moments. There are also extras from 1982 shows in Vienna and Tokyo. After a great version of Play The Game, Freddie essentially apologizes to the audience for much of the latest album's content: "Now most of you know that we've got some new songs out in the last week. For what it's worth we're gonna do a few songs in the funk/black category, whatever you call it. That doesn't mean we've lost our rock and roll feel, okay? I mean it's only a bloody record. People get so excited about these things! We just wanna try out a few songs. This is Staying Power." For some reason part of the speech was removed for the CD release of "Live At The Bowl." Without a doubt this is his definitive live delivery of the song, pulling off all of the stops. Mercury is at his peak tonight. Somebody To Love has been a vocal adventure of Freddie's for the past couple years. His intro is different every night, as is his solo spot towards the end. The version captured here on film is surely one of his best. Before launching into the familiar piano theme, he asks the audience in a moment for the ages, "Are you ready?" And in excitement, "Huh? Are you ready brothers and sisters?" Part way through his vocal exchange with the audience in Now I'm Here, Freddie says, "C'mon, we're gonna make you sing like Aretha Franklin." At the end of the successful duel, he jokingly says, "Right, you can join the band!" The r&b influence is never more evident than it is here, and it makes for a classic version of the song. Brian breaks a string just before his guitar solo in Dragon Attack. While he switches to a Red Special copy, John Deacon gets to play the bass solo as it's heard on the record - the one and only time he has the chance to do it. It's on the fly, and he nails it note for note. "Las Palabras de Amor" was released as a single a few days ago, and Brian plays a small bit of it on his 12-string acoustic before Love Of My Life. He then mentions how the band won't be playing their "song of peace" tonight, as he calls it. This remains the only show where the Hot Space ballad would be referenced. Brian's guitar briefly cuts out during his solo spot, a moment that was edited out of the 1983 TV broadcasts (and slightly edited on the CD release) but seen uncut on the DVD. Brian's guitar tech is seen rushing on and off stage within seconds, having quickly resolved the issue (it was likely a sticky pickup switch). About half way through Sheer Heart Attack, Brian sneaks in the riff from I Go Crazy an octave up, and much faster, to match the tempo of the energetic News Of The World rocker. The song would be dropped from the set after this show, only to emerge again late in the pending North American tour. This would be Morgan Fisher's last show with the band as the touring keyboardist. A number of theories abound about his departure, including butting heads with Mercury's personal manager Paul Prenter or his apparent fear of flying, but it was simply a case of him moving on to other gigs (Fisher confirmed in a 2009 interview that he has never been afraid of airplanes). The CD and DVD releases would be patched up a bit, most notably in the third verse of Fat Bottomed Girls where Freddie's voice cracked badly on "locality," as well as for "now I'm here, now I'm there." Roger's timing with the guitar delays at the end of May's solo spot was bit off at the show, but this is fixed up as well. The sound quality as a whole is much better than the broadcasts, but there are a couple differences in the mix - some of Brian's backing vocals (particularly at the end of Somebody To Love) can be clearly heard in the broadcast mix but were brought down for the official releases, and compression has been added to Roger's snare drum, giving it a much fatter sound compared to Queen Rock Montreal. Brian May and Roger Taylor are interviewed before the show, as shown on the Bowl DVD and the original TV broadcasts. Brian reveals that he really enjoys playing Play The Game. He explains, "You've done your leaping about, and you've made your statement on your entry. And then you can settle down and start really playing something." Roger says his current favourite is Under Pressure. On the day before this show Freddie's boyfriend at the time had bitten him between his thumb and forefinger during a fight, causing it to bleed profusely and require stitches. On the DVD, Freddie is seen tossing the bandage around just before coming on stage. The sixth picture was submitted by Fabio Minero, and the eighth is from Alessio Rizzitelli. The second set was taken by Brenski.
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âAt the time, I was living on the Mull Of Kintyre on the West coast of Scotland. I remember being elated at getting tickets for the last gig of the UK tour. I always tried to get 'last night' tickets, because the band were famous for always going a little more 'over the top' on each of their tour's final nights. So, we drove down from Scotland, which took an eternity with fuel and meal stops, and stayed at the in-law's on the south coast of England. The next day we set for the 'new-town' of Milton Keynes, about 100 miles or so, away. We got there quite early before the gates opened and the weather was unsettled, lightly raining for about five minutes nearly every other hour. The support bands for the day were 'Teardrop Explodes', who had a fairly big hit with a song called 'Reward'. I quite liked Julian Cope and his band, but this WAS a rock gig, and the audience weren't generally as receptive to this brass backed 'new romantic' style of music. The customary sea of lemonade bottles headed towards the stage ensued. Now it was over twenty years ago, and the memory starts to fade a bit after a while, so I'm not sure whether 'Heart' were next on, or 'Joan Jett and the Blackhearts'. Either way, both bands played well, and were most enjoyable. Joan Jett had recently had a very big hit with 'I Love Rock'n'Roll' (very recently covered by Britney Spears), and the crowd loved that one. This was prior to 'Heart' having a major hit in the UK, but they were at that time an established and well known band. Looking at the stage, there were these items that looked like little vehicles hanging from the gantry, we later found out that these were individual self contained lighting platforms with a guy sat in each directing three spotlights wherever they were required to do so. The Queen set itself started with an extended backing tape from the intro of Flash Gordon. Most of you will have seen the video of this gig, so I won't labour on about what they played too much. Only that the crowd, as a whole, weren't into the 'Hot Space' numbers that much. Personally, I was watching my favourite band, so I didn't really care what they played, as long as it was theirs. The bits cut out of the video, included an intro to 'Las Palabras De Amor' from Brian, (just before 'Love Of My Life'), though they never actually played the whole song, Brian announced that they were not doing their song of peace tonight. Brian's two-day guitar solo was edited out, as was 'Fat Bottomed Girls', the intro harmonies on this did come across as pretty iffy, and of all songs, they also edited out 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love', much to my disappointment, as I'd heckled Freddie about his ability as a guitarist, and 'stone me', he only went and answered me. Knebworth '86 was a much better show, but I know I'm lucky enough to have had the honour to be able to compare them.â  - Steve_C/Kes
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