#How To Grow 3 Inches Taller In A Week

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How Things Used To Be

I wonder how long it took me to notice that there was something wrong with Nathan.  We had been best friends for years, ever since the 5th grade, and we always hung out together both in and out of school.  I was hoping things could’ve stayed like that this summer, but it seemed like fate had other plans.  Between family vacations and college prep, it seemed like he didn’t have time for me anymore.  And to make it worse, whenever he wasn’t doing that, he was hanging out with some other guys who I had never met, and he never even bothered to ask me if I wanted to come with.  I know people grow and change, but I didn’t want to see it happen to my own best friend.  On the bright side, we’re going to the same college, so I hope I can see him around.

And I did see him.  It was the third week of courses, once I was starting to get acquainted with campus life.  For once, I was actually being more social, trying to fill the gap that Nathan left.  I used this opportunity to start talking to people in my classes and I found that we had some similar interests.  I wish I could say the same for my roommate, but he mostly keeps to himself and we don’t have much in common.

Okay, back to Nathan.  I was walking back to the dorms after my last class, texting one of my classmates about the homework.  I was interrupted when I walked headfirst into another student.  I should’ve been paying more attention to my surroundings.  I looked up at the giant in front of me, probably 6’3”, before apologizing.

“James, is that you?”  the giant asked.  The voice sounded very familiar, yet at the same time, different.  I took a closer look at him.  “Long time no see, huh?”  I was surprised when I realized who it was.

“Nate?  Woah, what happened to you?”  I couldn’t believe that this person in front of me was my best friend.  This was not the same Nathan from three months ago during graduation.  He was always a bit taller than me, but he had to have grown at least 3 inches.  He used to wear glasses, but it seemed like he switched over to contacts.

In the warm August heat, he was wearing a tank top which revealed his newfound biceps for the whole world to see.  The tank top clung closely to his chest and I could see his newly-formed six-pack through the fabric.  He was wearing basketball shorts that were short enough that I could catch a glimpse of his thighs, which were just as big as his arms.  I never knew Nathan went to the gym, and if he did, he never told me.  But still, I couldn’t comprehend how he became so huge in just three months, which made me more curious about what he had been up to.  A backwards hat fit tightly atop his head with Greek letters on them.  Sigma Lambda Chi…  Had Nathan really joined a frat?  To be completely honest, he looked like he was cosplaying as a frat bro, a far cry from how I knew him.

“Like what you see, bro?”  James chuckled, as he flexed one of his arms.  He definitely never came across as a cocky showoff, but I was too distracted by his flexed bicep to notice.  I caught myself staring for a second too long, before feeling my face turn red hot.  Me and Nathan knew everything about each other, but there was one thing I never told him.  I was gay.  To tell you the truth, I had a crush on him, but I knew I could never tell him to preserve our friendship.  But now he looks even better, and he hasn’t made time for me at all.  Now he really felt out of my league.

“I’ve been working out a lot lately.  I’m glad you noticed.”  He still had his signature smile, but it looked out of place on his new body.  His face especially looked a lot more angular and masculine.  A visible tan glazed over his body like a fresh coat of paint.

“Daaamn!  You look great, dude!”  To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to feel talking to him again.  On one hand, I was happy to see him again, and, admittedly, a little surprised to see him like this.  On the other hand, he ditched me this whole summer to hang out with some other guys.  It felt so bittersweet.

“If there weren’t other people around, I’d let you…I mean uh, how have you been bro?  I know I’ve been busy a lot lately.  Sorry about that, dude.”  We told each other what we did over the summer, and wow, was his summer more interesting.

As we caught up, I learned more about what he has been up to.  Apparently, he joined a frat and he was hanging out with the guys there more and more.  He promised that he’d bring me to a party sometime, but I was hesitant because I’m not much of a party animal.  That lifestyle just isn’t for me.  He also said he was thinking about joining our school’s football team at the request of his roommate, which I found even more surprising because Nathan never played sports in high school.  I did track, but I was never that big into sports myself.  Our conversation was interrupted as another guy entered the scene.

“Yo, Nate!  Finally found you.  You seriously need to get better at texting me back, dude.  And who’s this dude?”  The guy was wearing the same hat as Nate, so I figured he was one of his frat bros.

“My bad, bro.  Brett, this is James.  We go way back.  James, this is Brett.  He’s my roommate.  We met over the summer and we’ve been hanging out since.”

“Alright, cool, bro,”  Brett responded, clearly impatient and indifferent towards me.  He dismissed me entirely, almost like I wasn’t worth his time.  “You still going to the gym with me or what?”

“Sorry, bro.  I just ran into him and we were catching up.”  Nathan responded.  “Hey, I gotta get going.  We should get food sometime.  Peace!”  I watched as Nathan and Brett walked away in the opposite direction of me towards the gym.  As they moved further away, I could hear Brett chastise him about something.  This is the guy that Nathan ditched me for?  I hope I’m wrong, but he seemed like kind of a dick.  I know I was jealous of him for taking up my best friend’s time, but I didn’t trust him.  As for me, I returned to the dorm to work on the assignment with my roommate.

The next time I saw Nate was that weekend, when I held up his promise to get something to eat.  I tried to ask him about it earlier in the week, but he was doing stuff at the frat all that time.  I was at least grateful that he took time out of his schedule for me for once.  He mentioned that he normally doesn’t hang out with anyone who wasn’t in the frat, almost like they were some exclusive bro clique that I was excluded from.  For once, it was good to hang out with him one-on-one without any of his frat bros getting in the way.  I expected things to be like how they were before, but I couldn’t be any more wrong.

It’s not that I disliked the new Nathan, but I felt like we didn’t have much common ground anymore.  It was like he was a completely different person.  He didn’t seem to care that much about our old interests anymore.  He didn’t have time for video games and he just wasn’t that interested in watching movies or photography anymore.  All he seemed to care about was working out all day and partying all night.  All he would talk about was some stupid stuff he or one of his bros did.

Plus, he told me he switched his major from mechanical engineering to be a personal trainer.  It seemed like he just became a total gym bro overnight.  The studious and witty Nathan that I loved kinda just seemed to be a stereotypical meathead now.  The worst part was that I knew that this was the same Nathan deep down, and he still treated me the same even if he was a lot busier.  I felt like maybe I was the problem since he was clearly still having a good time, and I wasn’t.  Why do I feel this way?

I felt my mood change as we talked.  Eventually, I figured it was time to cut off the conversation and return to the dorm, but Nathan definitely knew something was off.  He texted me later that evening, asking me if everything was alright.  To be honest, I wanted to make some lame excuse that I was feeling sick, but we’ve always been honest with each other, so I told him how I really felt.

Me: Nate, to be honest, I think I need some time away from you.  I don’t hate you or anything, but it feels like we’ve been growing apart and I feel like you’ve become a different person.  I feel like when I look at you, I don’t see the Nathan I’ve known for years, but someone else entirely.

I wanted to say more about how I felt about his new changes, but I didn’t want to escalate things.

Nathan: James, I’m sorry you feel that way about me.  I felt like we had a good time today.  I’ve grown and changed a lot recently, and I’ve realized a lot about myself, but I’m happy with who I am right now.  I know I’m spending a lot of time at the gym or with Brett or my other bros, but I still care about you deeply, bro.  You might be right though.  Hanging out with you isn’t the same as hanging with the guys at the frat.

Me: Do you honestly see yourself as just a frat boy?  You’re more than that.  You’re my best friend.  But now, you have more in common with the jocks from high school than the Nathan I knew.  It’s hard talking to you now since all you care about anymore are your gains and partying.  You’re nothing more than a meathead now.

Nathan: So that’s how you see me, bro?  The reason I had been avoiding you is because I knew that you wouldn’t like seeing me like this.  I guess I was right, bro.  But trust me, I’m happy like this.  I’m a lot more social than when I was when I was with you, and I’ve even become more in shape too.  I care about our friendship more than you can possibly imagine, but I guess this is for the best.  To be honest, I think it would be a lot of fun if you were here in the frat with me, but I know you wouldn’t say yes.

I didn’t bother responding.  I could never picture myself joining a frat.  I would never get along with his frat bro friends, especially Brett, who seemed to be the one he was closest with.  I still couldn’t believe Nate would choose him over me.  I wasn’t sure whether to feel angry, or sad, or disappointed towards him.  I felt like he was wasting his life partying when he should be studying.  To think this was the person I cared about more than anyone.  It was at this point that I figured I probably wouldn’t have my old friend back.  Or so I thought.

A couple weeks passed and I tried to move on from Nathan.  I always saw him on his story drinking and partying late into the night at the frat house or posting selfies at the gym.  He looked like he was fully embracing his new frat boy persona now.  If he didn’t still care about me, it would’ve felt like he was doing it out of spite.  As for me, I started to hang out with my classmates more and more, and there was even a guy I went on a date with.  It was a nice date and I did like the guy, but for some reason, the thought of Nathan lingered in my mind.  Even though I hated what he had become, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about him.  I couldn’t deny how much he turned me on.  Why was I still thirsting after a stupid fucking frat bro?  One afternoon, after I returned to my dorm, I received a text on my phone.  To my surprise, it was Nathan.

“Hey bro, can we talk?  There are some things I need to get off my chest.”

I didn’t know what he could possibly want with me now.  I suppose I can hear him out just so I can see what he wants.  I went over to his room further down the hall, and thankfully Brett was not here to ruin the moment.  Nate said that he was doing some preparations for some stuff at the frat.  When I asked, he didn’t specify what though.  It always feels like stuff at the frat is kept under wraps.

“Did you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Even if it’s beer?”  A mischievous grin appeared on his face.  Was he seriously offering me beer?  I knew that alcohol wasn’t allowed in the dorms, but clearly that rule didn’t faze him.  Obviously he knew how to get his hands on some drinks.  To be honest, I had never drank alcohol before, but I figured this would be the easiest way to try it before I turned 21.  Plus, it might alleviate the tension between us.  Either that or make us fight like two drunkards in a bar.

“Sure, why not.”  Nate went to get two bottles for us.  I took my first sip and was disgusted by the bitter taste of the beer.

“You don’t like it?  Neither did I at first,” Nate chuckled.  “After a while, you get used to it.”  Nate turned the TV on as we chatted.  I apologized about what I said about him last time we talked, but he said it was no big deal.  I felt like I was a little too harsh on him.  It could just be the alcohol, but I found that I got along with him better than I did weeks ago.  As we chatted, my body started to tingle.  Was this how it felt like to be drunk?

“Hey, Nate.  I feel kinda weird, but not like drunk weird.  Is this normal, bro?”  I asked.  By this point, we both had two drinks each.  I didn’t mind the taste of the beer the second time.

“Nah, you’re fine bro.”  Nate responded, with a smile on his face.  Compared to me, he appeared to be much more sober.  “It happens sometimes, especially when you’re not used to it.”  I figured he knew best, since he was the one drinking and partying all the time, so I ignored this foreign feeling rushing through my body.  I felt as if my body was overheating as I felt my arms and legs throb and pulsate.  Sweat was leaking off my armpits and down my forehead.  There was part of me that knew that something was off, but it was drowned out by the alcohol.  As I took another sip, I felt my arm spasm as I accidentally spilled some beer onto my shirt.  Shit, I wasn’t expecting to do laundry later.

“Damn bro, you made a mess.  You alright?  Do you wanna change your shirt?”  Nate asked.  I nodded and he quickly went to his room to pick out something for me.  It wasn’t the first time I had to wear his clothes.  “Sorry about that, bro.  First thing I found.  Hope it fits you.”  It was a stringer tank with Sigma Lambda Chi on it.  I bet Nate looked like a walking symbol of the frat wearing that stuff.  For some reason, the idea was kinda amusing to me because it seemed so over the top.  I wondered how I would look dressed up like that.  I’d probably look really stupid.

I stripped out of my wet shirt and changed right in front of him.  I caught a whiff from my armpits, and I thought I smelled like a sweaty gym bro.  The tank appeared to be a size up and it hung loosely on me.  Still, it was better than nothing I guess.  Despite that, it had a nice familiar smell to it though.  It smelled like Nathan, but at the same time, it had a different flavor to it.  He smelled a lot more manly than I remembered.  I bet he wore it to the gym often.

Eventually, after my third drink, I went to go to the bathroom.  My body was starting to ache, like I had just done a workout with Nate earlier.  Workout…Was that what happened earlier?  …I think so?  Did we work out after class and come back to his place for some brewskis?  For some reason, the events of today felt incredibly fuzzy to me.  I was starting to forget the reason I was here in the first place.

I clumsily stumbled over my feet which looked bigger than usual.  After I took a piss, I looked at myself in the mirror.  Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I didn’t always look that big, right?  From a first glance, it looked like I was looking through one of those distorted mirrors they have at amusement parks.  I had to have been really drunk at this point.  I chuckled at the figure in front of me.  At this point, I almost looked like one of those frat bros!  I decided to flex my arms like they would, oblivious to the fact that they already grew just a little bit, before joining Nate on the couch.

“There you are, big man!”  he said as he squeezed my muscles.  I have been working out recently, I think.  “I thought you passed out in there.  Most guys don’t last that long for their first time, but you look good enough for another brewski.”

After downing our fourth drinks, the conversation took a different turn.

“Yo, James.  I knew you said you weren’t too big on the idea of joining our frat last time we chatted, but how do you feel now, having thought things over?”

I remembered our last conversation.  Honestly, I was so drunk that I didn’t remember why I turned him down in the first place.  The idea that seemed unappealing to me at the time seemed like it was perfect for me at this moment.  I didn’t even understand why I would be so reluctant to join.  I needed to join more than anything else.  I would do anything to join, even if I had to completely humiliate myself in front of my fellow bros.  At this point, nothing was too extreme for me.  The fact that Nate was in it was enough reason to join, so we could hang out more like we used to.  Plus, I could get to hang out with all my other bros and drink and party whenever we want.

“I’ve given it some thought, and yeah bro, I’ll join,”  my voice slurred as my mouth moved before my mind could.  I had committed at this point.  No backing out now.  I’m a member of Sigma Lambda Chi for life.

“Sweet, bro!”  He grabbed me on my far shoulder and pulled me close.  “I’m glad you said yes, because I have a surprise for you.  Close your eyes, bro.”

I closed my eyes as Nate went into his room to grab something.  Did I actually agree to join his frat?  I’m not sure what’s going on with me today.  When he came back, I felt Nate press on my head as his “surprise” fit tight around it.  “You can open them now.”

I realized I was wearing the same hat that Nate always wore, with his frat’s letters printed on it.  “We’re gonna be matching now, bro.  Isn’t that awesome?  I know you’re gonna want to wear it whenever and wherever.  But you’re wearing it wrong.  Let me fix it for you, dude.”  He turned the brim around so it faced my back.  As my hat turned backwards, I felt my mind fog up and any tension or brain activity screech to a halt.  I was unable to realize what I signed myself up for, unable to protest.  My conscious mind was drowned out by the alcohol and this hat was like a lock, sealing it away.  Not that I was against this, as a wave of pleasure surged through me.  I felt my mind slow down, almost as if it was stuck in molasses, as my thoughts began to simplify. It felt good though...

I would follow the example of my fellow brothers.  Look like them, think like them, act like them.  Almost like a hivemind of bros, you know, bro?  By this point, the changes were irreversible.  Nate had turned me into another frat bro just like him.

“Everything worked out as planned, bro.  You see, when you, my own best bro, told me you didn’t want to join the frat with me, I was actually really hurt.  So I talked to Brett, and had him “work his magic”, to help me do to you what he did to me.  I don’t like to lie to you, but it’s a frat secret, so now you get to know bro.  Like I said, it’s a secret, so don’t talk about this with anyone.”

“Don’t worry about it bro.  It’s all…uh…

Fuck dude, what’s the word…water under the bridge?  Huhuhu…”  I really had to think about that one.  I found it harder to articulate and use complex words, as I mainly just spoke in bro-speak.  To be honest, I wasn’t really that upset that he lied to me.  He did what he had to as a member of the frat.  I never stayed mad at one of my bros for very long.

“Now we get to be brothers for life,” he said as he gave me a big bro hug.  We clung to each other like two giant masses of muscle.  My huge biceps wrapped around his firm back as his did for me.  Afterwards, he handed me my fifth drink and we cheered to me joining Sigma Lambda Chi.  He laid down all of the rules, what everything was like, telling me about the coolest guys there, and so on.  He said he’d bring me to the frat house and introduce me to everyone tomorrow.  “They’re gonna love you for sure, bro.  I’ve got an eye for cool bros like you.”

As it got later, and we moved on to drink numero 6, I felt myself get very tired as we both passed out on his couch.  I woke up a couple hours later, and I looked out the window to see a pitch black sky.  Shit, it was almost 10 PM and I had to turn in my assignment at midnight.  But for some reason, I didn’t really care right now.  I didn’t mind turning in assignments late as long as the teacher still gave me credit.  I felt no different from the way I was a couple hours ago, just another Sigma Lambda Chi frat bro, but I liked it.  It felt right to me.  It was where I, no, where we belonged.

I looked down.  Nate’s tank hung tightly to me now.  It took me a second to notice my arms…Holy shit, they were fucking huge!  I looked awesome, bro.  As I admired my new body, Nate was still asleep, his hand on my meaty thigh.  Just above that, my dick throbbed through my pants.  Fuck, I was so horny for some reason.  Eventually, Nate slowly regained consciousness.

“I usually don’t drink this much on a school day,” Nate said, still a little hungover as he rubbed his eyes.  We sat in silence for about a minute before he spoke again.  “By the way, there was another reason I invited you over.  There’s something that’s been on my chest for a while.”

“Go ahead, bro.  I can take it,”  I responded confidently.  My voice sounded deeper and more bro-like than usual, just like him.

“Here goes, dude.  I think I like you, bro.  Not like you, but I think I like like you.  I know it’s hella gay, but I couldn’t stand to see you be so cold to me.  That’s why I had to make you a bro like me.  I’m sure you’ll love it here, bro.  And hey, if you’re not gay, that’s cool.  We can forget this shit ever happened and go back to being bros for life.”

At first, I honestly thought I was still dreaming.  First, he turned me into a frat boy, and now, he was confessing his feelings to me?  How crazier could this night get?  For all my life, I thought he was straight.  I remembered being glad when he broke up with his girlfriend two years back.  I couldn’t stand her.  When he joined Sigma Lambda Chi, I assumed he was 100% straight and that he was banging some sorority chicks every night.  To think he felt the same way I did all this time.

“Bro, I like you too.  When you stopped talking to me, I started to get kinda jealous.  I didn’t want to accept you for who you are.  But being your bro just isn’t enough for me, bro.”  I leaned in for a kiss, my inhibitions still nowhere to be found.  It was my first kiss and it was with the person I cherished most.  I felt like I was in heaven.  I didn’t really care that I was a dumb frat bro like him anymore.  I never did.  That shit was stupid anyways.  But now, Nate fixed our friendship and made us closer than ever.  I loved the taste of his lips against mine and I didn’t want it to end but eventually Nate parted our lips.

“Wanna fuck me, bro?”  he whispered in my ear.  A flirtatious smirk was plastered on his face, and one of his hands was still wrapped around my neck.  This was real.  I nodded as he took me to his bed.  I had never done this before, but I’ve seen plenty of porn, so I knew what to expect.  He laid down on his back and stripped naked.  I never felt this aroused before.  My dick even looked bigger than it used to be.  I was so pent up that I felt like I was holding this load in for months.  I guess frat bros really are as horny as they say.  I lubed up my larger cock before sticking it into Nate’s hole.

My serpent stretched out his tight hole as he had clearly not seen much action down there until now.  I pounded his ass as my dick went in and out of him.  In and out, in and out, in and out…It was a steady rhythm, my dick was like a metronome.  My hands clung to him as I held him in place, pinning him to his bed.  My hands ran all over his shoulders, broad and muscular, built like a football player’s.  We both felt absolutely euphoric as our deep, masculine moans filled the room.  The moans were loud enough that the students on the other side of the wall could easily hear them, but I didn’t care about any noise complaints as I fucked him harder and harder.  After half an hour of fucking, he both hit our orgasm at almost exactly the same time.  I ejaculated inside his tight hole, my hot, sticky seed flooding his insides as Nate came all over his abs.  At this point I was exhausted and still hungover and I basically fell on top of him on his bed.  We were both panting and out of breath.

“I knew you were a good fucker, bro.”  he whispered seductively as he kissed me.  We stayed in that position for several minutes until we heard the door open.

“Yo, Nate!  Did you do it?  How did it go?”  a voice asked, shouting loudly from the other room.  I recognized the voice as Brett’s.  He peeked into the room, witnessing the two of us cuddling together naked.  To be honest, I thought he would’ve been grossed out.  Guess I had the wrong idea about him.

“Better than expected, dude,” Nate responded.  He didn’t seem to care that we were both naked in front of his roommate and that we just got back from our trip to Pound Town.

“He looks way better this way, don’t you agree, bro?  But man, dude, now I know why you wanted him to be a pledge so bad.  I was wondering why you wouldn’t fuck any of those sexy sorority babes.  More for me, I guess.”

A week passed and by then, I joined the frat officially.  Me and Nate started dating shortly after, but none of our bros minded.  It didn’t matter if we were gay, we were still brothers.  I also learned how Nate met Brett.  He was taking a tour of the campus over the summer and he ran into Brett who was recruiting people for the frat.  Brett took a liking to him and kinda took him under his wing like some sort of mentor and they started hanging out since he only lived a town away from us.  Brett was our age, but he had more seniority and authority because his older brother Brad was very popular within the frat.  Turns out Brett and some of the upperclassmen knew how to turn guys into the ideal bros for their frat.  They wanted to bolster their numbers to make Sigma Lambda Chi the biggest and coolest frat in the state, with the biggest bros and the biggest parties, and naturally both me and Nate were chosen.  Not that either of us minded.  Nate joined the football team with Brett and some other guys in the frat, and the rest of us would go watch them play every game.  Our section of the stadium was always the loudest and rowdiest, especially when one of our bros scored a touchdown.

Apparently I grew a ton during the night that I was with Nate, but I was too drunk to notice just how massive I had become.  It must’ve been something in the beer, huhu.  I started working out with Nate and Brett, and sometimes some other bros too.  I even ended up changing my major.  I chose business because my bros said that it was the easiest shit ever and I wasn’t feeling psychology anymore.  I didn’t really feel like thinking much anymore and I found that focusing on education so much was a chore and that I was wasting my college experience.  I’d rather be partying and drinking or hanging out with the bros at the frat house, watching sports, playing video games, or playing ball outside.  I got to see why Nate grew to enjoy this lifestyle so much, and I was mad at myself for not seeing his point of view sooner.

Three years later, me and Nate are still dating and we’re set to graduate this semester.  We’re thinking about getting a place in the city not too far from campus, probably with Brett and another friend of ours to save money on rent.  We’ll probably still throw parties every weekend like we used to.  College was such a memorable experience and I wish I could live it again.  I only have Nate, Brett, and all my other bros to thank for making college awesome for me.

[fallingskiesandrisingseas]

Some more headcanons when the Pevensies come back to England:

-All of them have a strange lisp from living in Narnia for so long. When they are together, they will often speak Narnian, and when asked about the origins of the strange language no one else understands, all they give you is a mysyerious smile.

-It is absolutely impossible to get a rise out of Susan. When taunted, ridiculed or tested by other girls who envy her confidence, all she will do is smile and offer some words of advice. She has dealt with threats far more serious and deadly than high school British kids, and she finds their little power plays nothing but funny Soon, it becomes an unwritten rule not to mess with her. She'll smile back and kill you with kindness.

-Edmund and Peter spend the first few weeks learning how to walk without a sword at their side. All their adult lives, they've worn one, and they still compensate for the weight slightly. Especially Peter, commander of the armies, feels extremely naked without his blade.

-Lucy has the hardest time getting used to England again. The girls her age are mean and stupid, and she finds it hard not to call them out on it. Her intelligence is often mistaken for arrogance. She throws herself into dancing, the one thing Narnia has given her that is of use in the normal world.

-Edmund is completely changed, overnight it seems. Where he was first a nagging, annoying brat, he now seems a beacon of calmness and wit, able to solve any problem. The bond with his brother Peter is so strong the two seem to be able to read each others minds. This is especially true during fencing class, where they are the two best students by a distance. They move so in sync some people wonder if they are twins

-The first time the Pevensies ride horses together again the rest of class gasps audibly. They all seem to grow taller in the sadle, and they communicate with their horses in a way that seems impossible.

-Peter never gets used to the disrespect other kids show him, and will respond to every insult with a blow. He doesn't get over what they have lost , and writes story after story about the most beautiful imaginary world he calls Narnia. His teachers, from English to theology to history, all agree that he should be a writer. But the fighting only gets worse. Soon, kids have to gang up on him to even be able to touch him. And when Edmund decides to help, it's basically a wrap. He is far smarter than he lets on, and his back is always so straight it seems like he is 3 inches taller than his classmates. Bullies learn to avoid him, and he is fiercly loyal to his friends, even if that gets him in trouble.

-There is a rumour that the Pevensies are royals or at least nobles . No one knows from where, but the war could have changed things. Either way, they are everyone's favorite gossip subject.

[tigergirltail]

TIGER HRT CHAPTER 4 - MONTH 3 - GROWING PAINS

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Everything hurts.

I started noticing it about two weeks after my first dose. It felt like a dull headache at first, but over the next month it spread to pretty much my entire body.

I had to start working from home, and eventually it got bad enough that I could only put in a few hours of work each day. My boss is a reasonable enough guy, but he wasn't going to pay a full time salary for part time hours, so I had to take a salary cut.

Luckily, my partner is around to take care of daily errands, not to mention being there to reassure and comfort me when the pain gets bad. They've been thinking about seeing if Lindwurm HRT is a thing, but they don't want to get the process started until I'm in the clear and can take care of myself again.

Gods I love them.

The reason the pain is happening, as best I can tell, is that my skeletal structure is already changing. I've gotten at least an inch taller, and my face has been reshaping into a feline muzzle. My teeth are getting sharper, and I'm developing proper fangs. I also noticed a little while ago that my fingernails and toenails had receded into their respective digits, which sucks for two reasons - I can't paint fingernails I don't have, and they are sore as HELL when I put any amount of pressure on them. I have to be REALLY careful with how I type to not inflict agony on myself. I'm also feeling my tail growing in, and even if it hurts, it's euphoric as HELL. A tail was always the part I wanted most out of this.

It's weird, the skeletal changes weren't supposed to happen this early. I've been trying to reach Dr. Erian about it, but he's constantly busy, probably because of the sudden surge of people looking for Humanity Removal Therapy.

Other than that, I've been getting areas of white and black fur coming in - mostly on my arms and legs, but a little bit on my face and ears - ears that are gradually reshaping and migrating. Nothing to report on hearing sensitivity, but I think my night vision is getting better.

I did a little bit of looking around for anyone with similar pain experiences. I got my hopes up when I found a girl, Antonina, who had a painful experience with Cat HRT, but it turns out it's because she took the rumoured Fifteen Minute version. She described the pain as "like bathing in an active volcano".

It leaves me wondering whether I would have preferred a 15-minute lava bath over a months-long full-body headache.

I ended up reaching out to her anyway, just because I wanted to know what I was in for in the endgame and feline HRT is rarer than I thought it would be. Sounds like the prey drive is the real deal - she keeps feeling the urge to bite this one girl who's on mouse HRT.

We've been spending some time comparing notes and getting to know each other. It's nice to know someone else who's going through this thing, even if our experiences aren't exactly one-to-one.

I also talked to my mother for the first time in nearly a year. I went No Contact with her a while back because she was only getting more obnoxious and combative about me being trans, but I figured changing my species is a big enough deal that I should keep her in the loop.

Besides, my savings had nearly dried up and I needed to ask her for money.

It… did not go well. She hadn't heard of therian HRT before, and once I explained it, she started panicking about how I'm "mutilating my body" with "untested treatments". I think I also heard her cry something about how her "son" is "killing himself", which is just multiple layers of insensitive.

At least she sent me some money. Hopefully it'll be enough to last until my transformation stops being agonizing and I can go back to work, and then I can go right back to pretending my family doesn't exist.

At roughly the three-month mark, I have a check-in video call with Dr. Erian. From the moment his face appears on screen, though, I can tell something is wrong. He seems… older, somehow.

"Hello, Miss Alexis.", he offers. He sounds tired. Sorrowful, even.

"Hey, doc." I have to ask about it. "Everything okay? You seem a bit tired."

"Nothing to worry about Miss Alexis, just the ordinary stresses of daily life."

Liar. I know I'm not entitled to details of your personal life, much less your professional secrets, but I know when something is eating at someone.

"…Does the word 'crossroads' mean anything to you, Miss Alexis?"

Huh? That came a bit out of left field. "I've… heard some other therian HRT patients use the term, but I don't know much of the details. Something about a point of no return?"

"Something of the sort." He lowers his head and seems to go from sorrowful to downright grim. "There will come a time, Miss Alexis, when you will have to make a very important decision in your care, and I ask that you do so with great consideration for the consequences."

I recoil a little in my seat. "Yeah… Of course I will. Any decision I make, even reaching out to you in the first place, I don't take it lightly."

"Good… That's good." His demeanor shifts back to his stoic, clinical self. I don't know what just happened, but he went somewhere for a moment there.

"Now then, I did receive your messages, I apologize for not getting back to you. You mentioned you were experiencing persistent and debilitating whole-body soreness?"

"Yeah. I can't even leave the apartment most days, it hurts so much."

"Odd… You are taking the treatment as directed, yes?"

"Of course. One tablespoon a week, just like it says on the bottle."

I see his eyes twitch behind his glasses. Did I say something wrong?

"…Teaspoon."

I cock my head to the side. "Say again?"

"You mean one TEASPOON a week, yes?"

I feel my heart sink. The dark smear on the dosage information… I could have sworn it said '1 tbsp/week'.

"…Could you hold on a second please?" I mute the mic and call out to my partner to bring the bottle of tiger HRT over. When they do, I unmute and hold it up to the webcam. I hear Dr. Erian take a sharp intake of breath as he notices the obscured instructions.

I set the bottle aside and the two of us share an awkward silence.

"So…", I begin. "…How bad is it?"

"The good news", he offers slowly, "is that you have only been taking three times the prescribed dose. An increased dose imbalances the growth rate of the different parts of your body, hence your pain and persistent weakness, but it could have been much worse."

I think back to the so-called Fifteen Minute version, and Antonina's description of it - like bathing in an active volcano.

Dr. Erian continues. "Assuming you return to a CORRECT dose, your growth rates will gradually level out over the course of the next month or so. It is my medical opinion that you should maintain a low-activity lifestyle until then, but you will eventually be able to return to your typical activity level, and you will also find that the physical effects become more… consistent."

"That's… reassuring. Thank you, doctor." I pause. Something I noticed a little while ago has been weighing on my mind. "There's one thing, though - do the treatments have… I guess you'd call them restorative or regenerative effects? I've noticed some old wounds aren't there anymore."

The doctor clicks his pen and brings up his notepad. "Interesting. Do go on, Miss Alexis."

"Well… I used to get lower back pain from a car crash injury I got a little over a year ago, but I haven't noticed it at all lately. Pretty much the only part that DOESN'T hurt… There also used to be some marks on my arm from a cat biting me when I was little." I give a slight smile. "The cat's name was Tiger, go figure."

Dr. Erian is writing the whole time I'm talking. "Yes, that is to be expected. Minor persistent injuries will fade over time as your body re-forms itself to a new baseline, even severe chronic symptoms may fade. If there are no other concerns…"

"Just one… Most of the other therian HRT patients I've talked to have gotten their meds as pills, so what's with the potion bottle?"

Dr. Erian pauses, and adjusts his glasses nervously, as if he's been caught out on something he doesn't want to admit to. "Well… advances in the field are occurring rapidly, and you are one of the more recent patients, so a more… streamlined option was available to you. I took the liberty of choosing the most compatible option based on your medical records, and that bottle is it."

"Okay… But what's IN it?"

"The active ingredients are antihominidone, which is your humanity-blocker, and a specialized formula of felistrogen, infused with white tiger genetic material. The rest of the fluid is a suspension used to dilute the effects, without which you would be looking at a short, but excruciating and potentially lethal process."

The Fifteen Minute version, I think to myself. I'm taking diluted Fifteen Minute meds. There's no WAY this isn't experimental, and I'M the experiment. I despise saying it, but maybe my mother was right to worry.

"But I'm afraid I really do have to go, Miss Alexis, my next appointment is waiting."

"G-gotcha. See ya, doctor."

---

Special thanks to @paintedbytosia for letting me write her in, and shoutout to @megamoonerjenny for coming up with 'antihominidone'

[greazyfloz]

Bend Til We Break

Chapter 1

It is hard to move on from someone you thought would always love you. It’s harder to let someone go that you just got back. Maybe people do change, but I always hoped it was for the better.

I met Quinn on my very first day of University. Not only was I new to the University of Michigan and Ann Arbor but the country. I was here from Canada so I didn’t know anyone really except for my roommate, Hanna. Until we heard of a frat party that was pretty close to the dorms. 

Hanna and I decided to go. 

The frat party was themed school colors so I got dressed in a blue tennis skirt, a Calvin Klein bra matching the skirts color, and a yellow tee with Michigan in varsity lettering across the chest that I cut into a small crop top. I wore white air forces with one yellow sock and one blue sock that both showed slightly. Hanna wore a navy mini skirt and a yellow michigan tee she tied into a tube top. 

We arrive at the party and Hanna finds a guy she met earlier in the day at one of the frosh activities. She pulls me over to a tall-ish guy with light brown hair. He was around only one other guy, shorter than the one Hanna knew, maybe 2 or 3 inches taller than me. Before even meeting him, I knew there was something about him. 

“Hey!” Hanna says to the taller one, “This is my roommate, Y/n. You guys look as lonely as us” she says laughing. 

“Hey, I’m Josh” Hanna’s friend said with a charming smile

“Quinn” Josh’s friend said

“Hi” I say, blushing a little bit

As the night went on and the drinks were poured Quinn and I got to know each other a little better. He ended up walking me back to my dorm, and getting my number that same night. About a month later, we became inseparable and we officially started dating in November. 

We dated for a year and a half before he left for Vancouver. I wish I could say we broke up, officially, but he just left. I texted and called him for weeks until I eventually gave up. It was hard to think back to what we had built. To think about not only saying goodbye to him but his family that welcomed me with open arms, or all the memories. Quinn had sincerely told me he loved me for the first time only two weeks before he left. 

We were laying on his bed talking about the future. Where he wanted to be, Where he wanted to go. Our conversation was pretty deep compared to most 

“Do you think we will be together in 3 years?”

“Yeah I do” he answered taking my hand playing with my fingers as I lay on his stomach

“What about marriage, do you see yourself getting married to someone?”

“Honestly, I can’t see myself ever marrying or growing old with anyone other than you” he says making me smile

“What happens when you go to Vancouver?”

“We’ll make it work”

“How do you know that though?” I ask and Quinn laughs a little

“Why are you interrogating me?” Quinn looks down smiling at me

“Because I feel like we are pushing away the fact you are leaving me here”

“Brutally honest?” He asks me sitting up and I as well sit up to look at him

“Please” I say and he grabs my hand again.

“Y/n, I’m not worried about us. I know this will work, I know we will get married, I know we will have kids, I know that we will travel and see the world. There isn’t anything to worry about, I know all this is true because I love you”

Now it’s almost 4 years later and I have been living in Vancouver for a year. I only took the job because it was too good to pass up. Luckily in the year I have been here I have not run into Quinn. Vancouver is a big city so obviously it would be hard to bump into someone but not impossible. 

I am on my way to work one morning, and decide to stop at a Starbucks. Since I worked inside the city I had to park and go inside. I ordered my coffee and waited for it over to the side. The line began getting bigger and bigger after I had ordered and I counted my blessings that I beat the rush. 

“Y/N” the barista called out and I walked up and grabbed it from her.

“Thank you” I say and she smiles back at me.

 As I turn around I am faced with someone I thought I would never hear from again.

“Y/n?”

[probsnothawkeye]

At midnight Central Daylight Time on Friday, March 29, 2024, @athansmusic released his debut album. Limbo, the album in question, is a story of hurt, addiction, regret, healing, recovery, and content. Over the course of three years, Athan worked to create this album, pouring his entire heart and incredibly personal experiences into each of the songs. I originally intended on doing short form reviews of each song, trying to fit all of my thoughts into a tweet or less; but Limbo deserves far more than that. Each song tells a story and each story has a parallel; to reduce that to two hundred and eighty characters would be a disservice to the album and to you, the person reading this. Before we begin, I should make a few things clear:

Things I am not:

A trained musician

A professional critic or reviewer of any sort

Things I am:

A lover of music

Someone who was deeply moved by this album

With this out of the way, we are ready to dive into the world of Limbo and the stories Athan has weaved into it.

Song 1 - Limbo

The album opens, as you might expect, with the titular track. Limbo immediately gives you the sense of being stuck; stuck in life, stuck in your emotions, stuck in your own mind. “I’ve been stuck here / Stuck in limbo for days” is the line at the heart of the chorus and this sentiment can be felt in every inch of the song. The instrumentals of this song start with a simple beat that grows over the course of the first verse and bursts into a full life in the chorus. Athan has a propensity for voice modulation that works so perfectly with the instrumentals that are being layered. What is especially noteworthy is the way the chorus progresses from one of finality to one of hope. “I don’t think I can / I don’t think I will / make it out of here / Maybe I never can” becomes “I don’t think I can / or maybe I will / Make it out of here / Maybe I can”. Despite this sense of being trapped, being stuck, there is still hope. It’s that hope that will become a thread throughout the album as it goes from one of pain and regret into growth and relief.

Song 2 - Chronic

There are two sides to Limbo. Side A deals with pain and that is seen very clearly in Chronic. As a person with pretty severe depression, I latched onto Chronic right away; it’s the kind of song that reflects exactly what I’m feeling without the song or its creator knowing what I’m feeling. The lyrics portray a sense of listlessness and a lack of belonging that digs deep into the heart and squeezes it from the inside out. “Hold on tightly / to what excites me / Otherwise I might drown, shit, it’s tempting.” I have felt this exact thing multiple times in my life; hell, multiple times in this past week. There is an incredible amount of relatability in Athan’s lyrics– something that clearly comes from his personal connections to the songs he’s writing. You cannot fake that kind of emotion and it is emotion that anyone can latch onto and relate to. Couple that with the slow, almost reverberating beat of the song and you get the masterpiece that is Chronic.

Song 3 - The Valley

The Valley is one of the shortest songs on the album, however that doesn’t stop it from being an emotional punch to the stomach. It’s a song about family, about the pain that family can cause and the ways that it impacts a person. It’s about the excuses that people make for themselves, for their families; how even when you know it is an excuse, you still end up craving it. It’s a song that both minimizes its own pain and allows itself to feel it fully. “And my problems are small / But they’re taller than me”. Two lines that encapsulate an emotion that I cannot name but have felt time and time again; two lines that help drive that punch to the stomach that this song provides. Athan has a way of creating these songs that have a beat to them that doesn’t feel like it matches with the emotionality of the lyrics, and yet it all blends together so well. The Valley is short. But it does so much with its runtime that you forget that it’s a short song.

Song 4 - WhatDoIDo

WhatDoIDo is one of my favorite songs on Side A. It hurts me in a way you might not expect when you listen to it yourself. That’s the beautiful thing about this album; its relatability makes each song hit differently for different people. “Well maybe I don’t know what I need / Maybe I’m running on empty” is a line that hits me square in the chest and pulls thoughts of my current depressive episode. This is different than what it might mean for you, it’s different than what it means for Athan, and yet it still hits all the same. WhatDoIDo is another song with a very heavy beat to it, similar to the reverberation of Chronic. It adds a level of depth to the song that makes it feel like it's dragging you down with it in the best imaginable way. Mix that with Athan’s love of voice modulation and effects that he used in this song and you create something absolutely incredible.

Song 5 - Chameleon

 “I've got about / 50 different hats that I have to wear. / One for my mom, one for my job. / One for my friends, one to survive.” Once again I have to applaud Athan for the relatability of his lyrics. The first time I heard this, I paused the song and stared off into space for a minute before restarting the song and letting it hit me again. Chameleon is a song about fitting in, about finding your place in the world and how hard it can be to be yourself. “Who am I without you around? / Maybe I can blend in somehow.” How well do we really know who we are? So much of a person is influenced by those around them; what happens when all of that goes away? What happens when it’s just you? These questions don’t have answers, but Chameleon asks them anyway and puts a fun beat to it while it rips your heart out. 

Song 6 - Distance

Distance is another song with an incredibly fun rhythm to it that punches you in the face with the lyrics. I boxed to this song recently and it’s perfect for a high energy/fast boxing session but it also has lyrics that break my heart in half. “I’ve been treading water for so long / It feels like I might just give up” – another set of lines that pulls an emotion I have felt for my whole life right out of my brain when I didn’t have the words for it. This is a song that I pick up on a little more each time I listen; different lyrics will stand out, or different ways that the instrumentals hit will pop to the forefront of my listen. One thing that I always think about is how this song feels like a race. You can feel the distance growing and growing as the race is run but you’re so far behind the song. You’re so far behind everyone else, and that’s what the song is trying to do. Athan has managed to space the chorus and verses in a way that it feels anticipatory, like you’re waiting to catch up to what is being said. “The distance it feels like it’s growing / but I will not grow”; the instrumentals perfectly make you feel that line in the pit of your chest, growing and crashing over you before simplifying during the verses as though Athan can’t keep up with the instrumentals themselves. 

Song 7 - Moon

Moon starts out with these lovely and light instrumentals and soft singing that make you feel like it’s a love song until you listen to it. In some ways it is a love song, but the root of the song itself is actually in insecurity, selfishness, and feeling that you aren’t enough for the person you care about. “I’ve been staring at the moon and it feels like / I don’t need you for forever, just for the night / I don’t care if it’s only temporary / I’d rather be happy for a moment of your time” – This section of the song is the chorus and it starts and ends the song as this beautiful mirroring that misses all of the turmoil that lies in between them. There is a point in this song where everything drops and that sense of insecurity and fear and darkness seeps all the way into the lyrics. You may not know this by looking at him, but Athan can scream just as well as any metal artist out there. And you might not expect this song that I described up top to have screaming in it, but it does and it hits so incredibly well. There are a variety of different talents that Athan shows off with this album; screaming just happens to be one. It adds to the depth and darkness of this section before it flips back into the light and lovely chorus that rounds out the song as if that drop never happened at all. It’s a beautiful song that uses its catchy chorus and light beat to lull you into a false sense of security so when everything drops it hits that much harder. 

Song 8 - DNR

This is another one of my favorite songs on Side A. It’s one of my favorite songs on the whole album. The first time I saw the title I thought to myself “DNR as in… Do not resuscitate? Or is this going to stand for something else– Nope! Do not resuscitate, cool cool cool.” This is one of the many songs that made me say “Jesus fucking christ Athan” out loud in my room while listening. And yet these darker tones to the song are part of the reason I love it so much. It’s a song about death that doesn’t feel like it’s about death. Sure, the words “Do not resuscitate me” are kind of blatantly obvious in their being about death; but the instrumentals and beat of the song itself are very fun and punchy. It starts out with these lightly strummed guitar notes that pair perfectly with Athan’s gentle singing and then it grows into something that decides it wants to hurt you in the best way. I also need to be a Classics major on main again and talk about the line “I can feel the coins of gold and silver resting on my eyes” because it’s one of those lines that just constantly sticks in my brain. Athan is ready to pay the ferryman to take him to the Underworld; it’s a nice little reference that makes me so happy I have cast him in a mythology themed podcast.

Song 9 - Break

It’s time to talk about horns! As in the instrument, not as in the thing on animals/demons/etc. You don’t expect them to show up and when they do you’re there like “Hell yeah horns!” Now you may be wondering why I am bringing this up now and all I will say for now is: it’s about the parallelism. But until we get to that part, let’s talk about the lyrics for this song because they do severe emotional damage to me. As I’ve said many times at this point, Athan is absolutely masterful at lyrics and relatability; this song is no exception. This whole album has a tone of parallelism from Side A to Side B, but this song in particular also parallels itself nicely. The first verse serves as a groundwork for the second verse to flip in answering. “Well I think you may have had it right / I’m tired of living in this life” versus “Well I think I may have had it wrong / Maybe I’m right where I belong”; “Mentally, I don’t think I can feel anything” versus “And yet I feel everything”. The way Athan’s lyrics speak to each other always ends up squeezing my heart in ways that are hard to put into words. Which might seem surprising given how long this is. The emotionality of it all feels so real because it is real. Athan has said time and time again that this is a very personal project for him and it bleeds into every second of the music in the best way imaginable. 

Song 10 - Persephone

We’ve reached what might be my favorite song on the album. It’s definitely my favorite song on Side A. This song is slow and soft and dark and beautiful; it is the musical equivalent of the John Everett Millais painting Ophelia. “Lay me down in the flower bed / Let it pull me undertow / I feel the darkness close around me / But I kinda like it though”. Something I haven’t talked about much yet is Athan’s vocals. Not only is he writing absolutely stunning lyrics and putting together these songs with a wide variety of different feels to them, he’s also an incredible vocalist. His vocals on Persephone are part of the reason I love this so much; there’s a point where his voice breaks just the slightest bit and it makes the song feel so much more real and poignant. It squeezes my heart in the best imaginable way. This song also includes a medley of all of the songs on side A which is absolutely stunning. The way the medley allows the different songs to speak to each other and in response to each other creates this beautiful picture of everything that came so far. 

Song 11 -  Diáleimma

We’ve officially reached the end of Side A! This song is the shortest on the album and also one of the most beautiful in my opinion. It represents the transition point between the two sides of this story; from pain and loss and regret into growth and love and recovery. The through line of the song is this idea that “I gotta be a better me”. The song itself is slow, almost reflective in the way it’s presented; it’s as if the song itself is thinking about how it is being perceived and is striving to be better. Diáleimma closes this chapter of the story, turning the page for us as it does so. 

Before we move on to Side B, we’re going to take a brief moment to talk about the album art for Limbo. It was painted by NataliesDreaming, who also happens to be Athan’s wife. Natalie is an incredibly talented artist and has produced an absolutely gorgeous cover for the album. The colors used feel like an extension of the songs themselves, tapping into the hope that grows throughout the album. Natalie’s work also allows you to feel the movement of falling; everything about it is absolutely stunning. This has been the brief intermission to talk about the album art and also to say that Natalie is super cool. Back to the album!

Song 12 - AmIDoingThisRight

Athan opens the second half of the album on an unanswerable question: AmIDoingThisRight? As we discussed previously, this is an album in parallels. If Limbo is about being stuck, AmIDoingThisRight is about trying to get yourself unstuck and the fear that still comes with that. You never know in life if you are doing things right, if the decisions you are making are the ones that you need to make. The bridge of this song lives rent free in my mind: “Cause I don’t think I appreciate everyone in front of me now / And I don’t think I recognize everything that’s detrimental to my health”. The voice modulation Athan does on that part specifically is so fucking good. 

Song 13 - Pocket

Pocket is one of my favorite songs on Side B (You’ll be seeing this phrase a lot coming up because I love so many songs). It’s a song about addiction and relapse which punches into that idea of relatability again. As someone who has struggled with self harm (albeit in a different way than Athan has) this song reached into my heart and pulled me back to my relapse, but in a way that felt healing rather than concerning. It’s a sad song that disguises itself as a soft song but it’s so beautifully done. The chorus makes me feel every emotion under the sun: “I feel so low / I swore that I’d let it go / It’s not a broken promise / I don’t know, I found it in my pocket babe”. This song feels so close to my heart in ways I cannot explain so I won’t try to. I will simply tell you that this song is beautiful and heart-squeezing.

Song 14 - (Good) Goodbye

Athan shared the context of this song and it punched me in the face. This song parallels The Valley and takes that song about family to a more heartbreaking level. One of my favorite lines from this song is “I’m so scared that my last memories / Will be made from my bad days”. Again, it’s about the relatability; that fear is very real, especially when dealing with family while depressed. The pain from Side A still stays in Side B, it just gets grown around and expanded upon to let the hope into it. (Good) Goodbye works very well with this idea; it’s a song that hurts but also leaves room to heal.

Song 15 - Feel It In My Chest

Another one of my favorite songs on Side B! It is the first song on the album to make me cry; if you know me, you know that that is surprising since I cry at most things. “But your soul is destructive / And you’re gonna end up alone” did lasting damage to me personally and I did cry about it. Despite that, this song is hopeful and full of love. It parallels WhatDoIDo and the answer to that question appears to be: you love anyway. “Feel it in my heart / Feel you in my soul / Held you in my hands / The greatest thing to hold”. The first half of the album feels like someone struggling on their own whereas Side B feels like someone learning how to open up and ask for help. Feel It In My Chest feels like opening up despite the fear of it all; the fear of ending up alone doesn’t outweigh the love that can be found with someone. 

Song 16 - Concealer

Concealer is one of my favorite songs on the album. It also punches me in the chest in ways that make me cry. This song parallels Chameleon and both songs are about the masks that people put on. Where Chameleon asks how to be someone without the influence of another person, Concealer asks how much of yourself do you need to hide to get help. “I’m struggling / Under the weight / Well I don’t know how much more I can take. / Could fade into the ether / Or maybe I’ll wear concealer now”. The way Athan sings “I don’t know how much more I can take” haunts me in the best way possible. It’s raw and real and it hurts so incredibly. The instrumentals on this are light and soft so the weight of the lyrics can fully sink into your bones. It’s a beautiful song that makes room around the pain to facilitate growth.

Song 17 - Growing Pains

Growing Pains has sections of whispering which honestly make me uncomfortable but in a good way. It’s partially the misophonia of it all, but it’s also just the pain of it all. It is, as it says, growing pains. It’s the growth that Concealer made room for, the space needed to heal and become more. “Why the fuck am I comparing / All the lights in the distance to yours? / You’re all I need” – Remember how I mentioned the idea of Side B being about learning how to ask for help? This song helps to dig into that idea; it’s a form of growing. The instrumentals of this song are light and airy and a little spacey; I’m fully obsessed with them. 

Song 18 - Inside

The parallelism between Moon and Inside is some of my favorites. Moon is a sad song disguised as a love song; Inside is a love song disguised as a sad song. “Well maybe it’s supposed to hurt / This love it feels like work / But fuck it I know; it’s worth it to grow / Into the dirt”. This song is enhanced by the fact that Natalie (the aforementioned artist and also Athan’s wife) is also featured on the track. Athan has said that this is the first duet they’ve recorded together and it’s absolutely gorgeous. Their voices compliment each other so nicely and Natalie has a lovely singing voice. You can feel the love that they have for each other in the song, even in the sadder lyrics of it all. This brings me back to the parallelism: Moon is about something temporary, something that is thought not to last. Inside is about someone who has stayed, someone who will stay and will help and will always be there. It brings the hope back into this story because it proves that people stay. That help can be given. 

Song 19 - Motionsick

This song has a lot of religious symbolism that I fully missed until Athan mentioned that it had religious symbolism. And once I had that context, all of the plays on words and phrases were just. So incredibly well done. “Why don’t I know you / Why don’t I know you anymore? / Why, why, try? / I fight this devotion Feels like I’m motion sick” – You might look at that and go “Pine, that’s pretty obvious isn’t it?” To which I say yes, it is, I just missed it because me and religion haven’t exactly gotten on very well. This also has a parallel I love with it’s Side A counterpart DNR: “I’m throwing punches / Battle what’s inside of me” in DNR which becomes “I’m boxing with my shadow but I keep on landing punches / It seems I like to bruise” and this does things to my brain that I cannot stop feeling. 

Song 20 - Bend

And we have reached the other contender for my favorite song on the album! This is my favorite song on Side B for sure, but I cannot figure out if Bend or Persephone is my favorite. Bend is such a hopeful song; it’s bright and beautiful and we’re back to the horns! Athan played the horns for Bend and they are always always in my mind. He didn’t play the horns on Break (this song’s counterpart) but that’s okay because he has played the brighter version of the horns and I’m obsessed with them. This song rounds out that idea of learning to ask for help even when– or perhaps especially when– it’s difficult. “Opening up doesn’t come easy for me / For me now / But I gotta learn how / Cause I don’t think I can help myself up tonight” – a line that perfectly encapsulates that idea. Part of the reason this song ends up feeling as bright and hopeful as it does is because it tells you that when you ask for help it will be given– “Oh, I know that it might have been a bad fall / But you’ll be there to catch me at the bottom after all”. This song has only been in my life for a week but it has made a home in my heart that it is never going to leave. It means so much to me already and it’s absolutely gorgeous. 

Song 21 - ESC

ESC has a very space-y vibe that feels like it is built for escape. The entire song feels like it is floating and then the lyrics pull you back down to earth again. It’s one of the shorter songs on the album, but it has a gentle beauty to it that leaves it lingering in my mind. “And I’ll fall / Down in insecurities/ I; I’m buried in shit surrounding me” is another one of those lines that really does things to me as someone who has been depressed for most of my life. That’s one of the most beautiful things about Athan’s music: short, beautiful lines that can make anyone feel connected to them.

Song 22 - Telos

And we return to the line introduced at the end of Side A: “I gotta be a better me”. Where in Diáleimma it feels like a judgement, like an impossible command, in Telos it feels like it’s something that is just around the corner, almost within grasp. Telos is bright and full of life as opposed to the darkness of Diáleimma. They compliment each other so well– as was Athan’s design. It also includes another medley of things from the entire album and it’s incredibly fun. It’s the perfect way to round out the main portion of the album– it closes the story and feels like a celebration of the whole album. And it’s an album very much worth celebrating.

Song 23 - Chronic (Piano Version)

You get a brief reprieve from my ridiculous amount of words since this one is a piano cover. It’s a very beautiful version of the song though.

Song 24 - Intertwined (Acoustic) 

This is an acoustic version of one of Athan’s older songs. It has beautiful instrumentals and lyrics that feel like they grew into some of the songs that are on the album as a whole. Athan didn’t put the lyrics on Bandcamp so I can’t pull examples for you but trust me they’re good.

Song 25 - Chronic (House Version)

There’s not much that I can say about this version that I hadn’t said about Chronic originally. But it is a fun additional version!

Song 26 - Hallelujah (feat. The Grotto)

This is one of my favorite versions of Hallelujah that I have ever heard in my life. The style is different from the other songs on the album, but fits perfectly into the music that Athan did for his podcast The Grotto. The Grotto is a liminal horror podcast about grief and it is absolutely incredible. The reason that this song is listed as ‘feat. The Grotto’ is partially because it’s Athan using that style of music but also because he included some of his screams from The Grotto in it. Don’t look too closely at why he was screaming. It’s not important. But this version of the song– because of the style that it’s done in– feels so unique and has a depth to it that can only be achieved in this medium. Athan had originally released it for The Grotto patreon and I listened to it after a bit of an emotional breakdown. It is as close to a religious experience as I am capable of experiencing. Hallelujah is the only cover Athan has on Limbo– he does more covers for The Grotto which are also excellent. Of all of the covers that he could’ve included, this one feels like the perfect fit. It mixes with the content of the songs Athan has written so well and showcases another style that he is able to pull off.

Song 27 - Bend (Acoustic)

Athan called it the acoustic version but I think of it as the silly version. There is a levity to the song that is palpable– it feels like a test run of the song but in the best way possible. It also gives a bit of insight into what the process of creation was like for Athan. In the original version of Bend, there is the line “I don’t think I will reach thirty if I’m lucky now”; the acoustic version follows up with Athan laughing at the fact that he’s much closer to 30 than he was when he wrote that. “I’m so glad to be alive”, a small little bit of this version but such a big change from the original words that were written. If you couldn’t tell by the amount of words I’ve put into this, I’m also glad Athan is alive. He’s written absolutely incredible music that he has shared with the world despite (or perhaps because of) the intense emotional weight of the content. 

Limbo is an album that longs. It grieves. But it also hopes. It hopes so much and shows that healing and recovery are possible. Athan spent three years working on Limbo and now it’s here; it exists in the world to be listened to and shared and written about and loved. This album has so much heart to it. The lyrics are beautiful, the instrumentals brilliantly crafted, and the vocals are stunning. It is an album that deserves to be spoken about in depth. It’s an album that deserves your time and attention. As far as debut albums go, this album showcases so much of what Athan can do while still leaving room for growth and new ways for him to surprise and delight anyone who is listening to his music. It also punches directly into the heart in the most amazing way, letting you know exactly what he can do with music moving forward. I feel very fortunate to be able to listen to this album and to know that I will be following along with whatever else Athan will be doing next. I’m also fortunate enough to get to collaborate with Athan on projects– he’ll be in my next podcast and I will also be paying him to do music for the show. Getting to work with someone so talented is a wild feeling, but I’m so excited for it. 

Thank you for joining me on this very long, very in depth review of Limbo. I hope you’ve enjoyed it and I hope you enjoy the album!

[goblinbugthing]

Currently just thinking about just how weird Kirby’s process of growth is.

When he first arrived on Popstar at a few weeks old, he was tiny. 8 — 10 inches, to be exact. That’s average for someone his age.

By the time they defeated Nightmare in the anime at a year old, they were 3 feet tall, and already had horns and fangs growing in.

When he defeated and purified Void at 3 years, he was 5’9”, his horns were almost fully grown, and his wings were way too big for someone his age.

Now, in modern day, at 4 years old, he’s 6’1”, his horns are fully grown, and his wings are well on their way to the end of the final growth stage.

That is… not normal, like at all.

Kirby’s height when he first came to Popstar is understandable — after all, he was only a couple weeks old. However, the fact that he grew to 3 feet tall in 1 year is concerning, considering how Star Warrior growth and aging works. Meta Knight, Hano, and Empress were pretty confused when his horns started growing — that happens at about 2 years of age — but they put it off as a random growth spurt.

Then Kirby’s wings started growing in. At 2 years old.

That is the furthest thing from normal.

Wing growth is Star Warriors typically starts at 5 years, not 2. And their wings were growing fast. 6 months later, they were bigger than them. At this point, Kirby was about 4’9”. That is abnormally large for a 2-year-old Star Warrior.

His height began changing drastically, too. After 9 months from his wings starting to grow, he was 5’9”, and the storyline of Star Allies was just beginning.

Void predicts that, if they continue growing the way they are now, they’ll be fully grown by the time they’re 6.

That is the least amount of normal something could be.

For reference, Galacta Knight was 7’3” from 22 to modern day, and he won’t be getting any taller. Star Warriors in general are typically in adult stages of growth by 16 or 17 years, and average height for those ages is about 6’5”. Star Warriors are usually fully grown when they’re 20 — 22 (the latter being Galacta Knight’s case).

In other words, Kirby grew alarmingly (and unsurprisingly very painfully) faster than is normal. He somehow ended up in the final growth stages at 4 years old instead of the expected 16, and will be done growing by the time he’s 6.

That is terrifying.

Void estimates that, since his parents were both over 7 feet tall, he is going to end up at the very least 7’9”, at most 8’3”. He is expected to grow 1-2 feet in 2 years.

Many people are, understandably, incredibly concerned. Including Void, and especially Galacta.

Even Elfilis is alarmed. They didn’t understand at first (they thought kirby was, in fact, a teenager when they met), but now that his situation has been explained to them, they are actually starting to freak out a bit.

Fumu has been trying to research Star Warrior growth and come to a conclusion as to why this is happening, but she hasn’t found any leads yet. There isn’t much documentation as to Star Warrior growth, unfortunately.

Hano, Meta, and Galacta have absolutely no clue why they’re growing so fast, and they are the most knowledgeable people in Dreamland when it comes to Star Warrior biology.

They’ll find out eventually, but until then, they just have to remain confused and scared.

sucks to be you ig lol

[taurtise]

CHAP. 2 Snippet - hold me and stop me from leaving (Taurian fic)

I've been going ham on the google doc for chapter two, and with how well writing is going, I'm hoping to post it sometime by the end of this week! (That's my goal, at least) Since it's going well, and I'm super excited, I wanted to give you a small portion of the WIP so far! <3

(Just wanna note real quick, Scar and Grian are in a QPR, not dating!)

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Somewhere between the chattering teeth and overwhelming thoughts, he must’ve missed the sound of fireworks going off, feathered ears flicking when he heard the sound of crunching grass. “Taurtis?” Immediately he felt his body grow hot with panic, standing up on shaky legs as he stepped forward, wings spreading out behind him, more than ready to fly after him if need be. The worry simmered down when his eyes landed on brown messy hair, clearly just having landed from the sky, shoulders relaxing and slumping down as the other turned around. “Scar.”

“Grian.” Scar’s warm smile was almost enough to take all the cold of the night away, pocketing his fireworks and pulling out a bag of cookies from his pockets, clearly dressed to do some building on Scarland. “You’re up pretty early. Trying to be the early bird that gets the worm?” Giving a small laugh he teased the avian some, holding the bag out to Grian, brows knitting together in concern when watching him grab them with shaky hands. He was cold. Without saying anything he leaned close to him, inches away as Scar stared into his eyes with question, pressing a hand to his cheek. He wasn’t just cold, he was freezing!

Grian could see the worry etched in the other’s face, his own turned pink at how close he got, stopping himself from leaning into the gentle touch. “Oh, y’know, you know me. Always ready for the worms!” He tried to give Scar a grin to match his smile, the grin quickly fading when he saw it wasn’t working, sighing and moving closer to rest his head against the taller’s chest, “Okay, maybe I’m not. I’ve been up most of the morning already, can’t sleep.” A half-lie. He wouldn’t feel too bad about giving the elf a half-lie, knowing at least the first bit of it was the truth. Being this close, arms moving to wrap around each other, he could hear the beat of Scar’s heart. It helped further calm him from the flood of anxiety just now, closing his eyes and letting himself fully relax into him now. “Why’re you even here anyways?”

[anotherspiral]

Day 26

I dreamt of Walt Whitman last night.  I’ve never even read Walt Whitman.

At an award ceremony, a 3 page list of awardees, I am waiting to be called.  In the waiting room, I walk up to my collaborator with whom I won the award with - Walt Whitman.  The man is old and hunched over and doesn’t really speak to me, but we made something together that is worthy of an award and I feel honored to be involved.  An old friend walks past me, I say her name and smile, but she doesn’t understand me.  She gets mad and grows taller and taller till she is towering over me.  ‘Why did you say my name like that?’  She thinks I am misunderstanding her.  I smile and explain that I was just saying a nickname instead of her other name.  She calms down and shrinks back to her size, which is still a few inches taller than me.  She is very important, dating a basketball player and on the phone with a pop star.  She walks off to the side to take the call.  My love is also getting an award and has already been called up to the stage.  Now a fan/friend/groupie/fellow artist - i dont know who she is - is stepping on my toes and speaking over me when I talk to him and intercepting every move he makes toward me.  He is thinking of moving, hopefully not without me.  I am still waiting to be called to the award stage......

My dreams have been so interesting lately.  Filled with symbolism and Walts.  Last week I dreamt of Walt Disney - not the man, just Disney in general.  I lived in someone elses house in a neighborhood full of artists.  My friend lives down the street but I don’t feel like going to make art with them.  I step outside and see Will Ferrell - ‘hello will ferrell’ I say, he smiles and makes small talk politely though I’m fairly certain he doesn’t really recall how he knows me - nor do I.  A few people come inside my house and sit at the couch and talk over tea.  One woman says, ‘but you know who is a natural?’ and points over to me.  I smile shyly, aware that she is right but also embarrassed that I haven’t used my talents.  She then offers to give me a reading of sorts.  Ask me to pick a box.  The box is long and thin and white.  When she opens the chosen box, there is a pencil in it with a large disney mickey mouse head outline on top.  Do you remember those pens?  Like green plastic that just wraps at the top in the shape of a mouse head.  Except this a pencil, a pencil with no eraser obviously.  I tell her there must be a mistake.  I’m not a disney person.  She shakes her head no and telepathically I hear there is no mistake, I must look deeper. 

In waking life the next day, I am walking through my neighborhood on the hunt for a few good staircases to climb.  As I walk the street ends at a gated studio.  Prospect Studios.  The information of the studios is limited, only that it is now infrequently used - i think privated rented and it is the original Walt Disney Studios.  I am intrigued.  I keep walking and stumble upon what is said to be Walt Disneys 2nd or 4th house - the information is shady.  I feel like my dream has led me here, but I’m not sure why......

Now a week later with this Walt Whitman dream.  What is the meaning?  Who are these Walts?  Am I to find a Walt in my family history?  Am I to visit Disney Studios?  Am I to write poetry???

When talking about reading recently, we had said how much easier it is to be inspired by the visuals.  That reading it and imaging it leaves a much longer effect on your mind than scrolling past something.  We went as far as to say that when you read you are collaborating with the author to get the vision. 

And so, I must go and read Leaves of Grass now.......work on my collaboration with Walt Whitman......

[unzipcraft]

Digging Deep: How Deep to Plant Gladiolus Bulbs?

Gladiolus Winter Hardiness

The most common zones of hardiness for standard Grandiflora gladioli(your typical garden gladioli) can be found in zones 8 or warmer. It is nevertheless well-known that if you cover the corms with good mulch it is possible to keep the plants alive even in zone 6 or 7 with specific species like "Nanus Hybrids." In cooler climates glad corms need to be removed, dried, and stored until winter months.

To ensure the most stunning flowers, plant glads in full sunlight (6 -8 hours sun every day) in soil that's well-drained and moderately fertile. They'll not thrive in soggy, heavy soil. Add the compost (humus) with your dirt to increase the consistency and fertility of your soil.

When to Plant Gladiolus

Plant gladiolus corms early in the spring, once the risk of frost is gone and the soil is warmed up to at the very least 55 degrees Fahrenheit (13degC).

From the date of your last frost until early summer, you can plant a new corm every 10 days or so. This will lead to constant blooms until early fall!

Based on the type, it will take between 60 and 90 days after the time that glads are planted to allow the corms of the plant to take root grow, develop, and then bloom.

How to Plant Gladiolus

Prepare your garden making use of a tiller or garden fork to loosen soil, which should be 12 - 15 inches of depth. After lifting the soil then mix in two to four inches layers of compost. You can also mix in old manure.

For blooms that are large For large-sized blooms, you should plant corms that measure at least 1 1/4 inches in diameter.

Place the corm into the hole approximately 4 inches deep, with the pointed side facing upwards. Then cover the corm with soil and then press it firmly.

The corms should be spaced 6-8 inches apart.

If you plant gladioli mostly to be cut flowers, place the flowers in rows. It's easier to care for the plants and collect the flowers.

If you are planting it alongside different flowers that are in the borders of beds, place them in clusters of seven or more to get the greatest impact.

The corms should be soaked in water prior to the time of planting.

If you're planting taller varieties ensure that you stake them prior to planting. Be cautious not to harm the corms using stakes.

How to Grow Gladiolus

Apply a 2 to 4 inch layer of mulch around your gladioli in order to keep the soil moist and prevent the growth of weeds.

If you only get less than one inch of rainfall per week, you should make sure to water your plants frequently all through summer. In other cases, you can water them less during growth to ensure that the soil stays damp.

Take out the dead or faded flowers to ensure that the flowers continue to bloom. When every flower on the plant are gone, cut the stem off about 2 to 3 inches over the soil.

Make sure you leave the plant in its original condition so that it will mature and develop the corms for the following season.

Winter Protection for Gladiolus

If you are in USDA Zone 8 or higher place in an adobe layer or straw to provide winter protection. Gladiolus will be kept in the ground throughout the winter months, provided that a strong freeze (28degF or lower) isn't a common occurrence in your region.

In colder areas (Zone seven or less colder) Dig out gladioli corms after the foliage is faded after the first frost of fall. A slight frost could destroy the foliage, but not the remainder of the plant. Make sure you dig up the gladiolus corms prior to an extremely cold freeze (28degF) otherwise the plants may be fatally damaged.

However, many gardeners who reside in "border" zones 6 and 7 have tried putting their gladiolus in the soil and discovered that they survived It's a judgment decision based on your microclimate and the variety of gladiolus and the climate shifts.

Digging Up and Storing Gladioli Corms

To get rid of the gladioli corms to use for Winter storage purposes, use these guidelines:

Make use of a spade to take the whole plant out by grasping the top of the plant to remove it from the soil. Avoid injury or bruising corms when digging. Shake off any dirt (do not rinse it off) and then discard the damaged corms. Cut the stalk to 1 or 2 inches over the corm. Keep the smaller cormels separate If you want to. They will flower within two to three years If you plant them every spring.

Let the corms remain dry under the shade for a day or 2 days if weather cooperates. Remove any soil that is not needed and put corms in wooden flats or tray. Then, let them rest in a warm and airy area for a period of about 2 weeks. Take and dispose of the oldest corms at the bottom (from the base of new corms).

Do not remove the husks from the corms.

Clean the corms by using a chemical called a fungicide ("bulb dust") to prevent health issues. Put bulbs and the dust in a bag of paper and shake it vigorously.

Place the corms into cloth or paper pantyhose bags, old onion bags. Hang the containers on a rack or stack them so that air can circulate among them. Keep the corms in a temperature of 35 to 45 degF (2 to 7 degrees Celsius) at a moderate humidity. Cool basements are appropriate. Don't allow corms to get frozen.

Plant these corms again in the spring to enjoy another beautiful year of blooms.

[backyardgardenguru]

How to Grow Sunflowers in Container Gardens: A Complete Guide for Small Spaces

Sunflowers are iconic, vibrant, and surprisingly easy to grow—even in small spaces like container gardens. With their bright yellow petals and towering heights, sunflowers can bring a burst of color to your backyard, balcony, or patio.

Growing sunflowers in containers allows you to enjoy these sunny blooms without needing a large garden, making it a perfect project for gardeners of all experience levels.In this guide, we’ll cover everything you need to know about growing sunflowers in containers, including the best varieties, essential tips, and recommended products that will help you succeed in your container gardening journey. Plus, we’ll highlight the must-have gardening tools and accessories to ensure your sunflowers thrive.

Why Grow Sunflowers in Containers?

Growing sunflowers in containers offers several benefits:

- Space-Saving: Even if you have limited yard space, sunflowers can be grown on a patio, balcony, or small garden.

- Control: Containers let you control the soil quality, water, and sunlight exposure.

- Mobility: Containers can be moved around to catch more sunlight or protect the plants from strong winds or pests.

- Aesthetic Appeal: Sunflowers make a striking addition to any outdoor area, and they also attract pollinators like bees and butterflies.

When growing sunflowers in containers, it’s essential to choose the right varieties. While some sunflowers can grow over 10 feet tall, many dwarf varieties are more suited to container gardens.

Best Sunflower Varieties for Containers

1. Dwarf Sunspot: Reaches 2-4 feet in height and produces classic bright yellow blooms.

2. Teddy Bear: This compact variety grows about 2-3 feet tall with fluffy, double-petaled blooms.

3. Pacino: A small sunflower variety perfect for containers, growing about 1-2 feet tall.

4. Music Box: This multi-branching dwarf sunflower grows up to 2 feet tall and produces several flowers per plant.

Top Tips for Growing Sunflowers in Containers

1. Choose Large Containers

Sunflowers have deep root systems, so it’s essential to provide them with a large enough container. A pot that is at least 12-16 inches deep and 10-12 inches in diameter will give your sunflower’s roots the space they need to grow.

2. Use High-Quality Potting Soil

Sunflowers thrive in well-drained soil, so be sure to use a high-quality potting mix. Adding compost or organic matter to the soil will provide essential nutrients and improve water retention.

3. Ensure Adequate Sunlight

Sunflowers are aptly named—they love the sun. They need at least 6-8 hours of direct sunlight each day. Place your containers in the sunniest spot in your yard, balcony, or patio for optimal growth.

4. Water Regularly

Sunflowers need consistent watering, especially when grown in containers where soil can dry out more quickly. Water your sunflowers when the top inch of soil feels dry to the touch. However, avoid overwatering, as soggy soil can lead to root rot.

5. Provide Support as They Grow

Some sunflower varieties, even smaller ones, may need staking or support as they grow taller. This prevents them from toppling over in strong winds or under the weight of their blooms.

6. Fertilize for Optimal Growth

Sunflowers are heavy feeders, especially during their growing phase. Use a balanced fertilizer every few weeks to ensure they get the nutrients they need to produce large, healthy blooms.

Recommended Fertilizers:

- Organic Fertilizer: A gentle, all-purpose fertilizer that encourages strong growth.

- Slow-Release Fertilizer: These granules slowly release nutrients over time, reducing the need for frequent feeding.

7. Deadhead for Continuous Blooms

If you’re growing a branching variety of sunflower, deadheading (removing spent flowers) will encourage the plant to produce more blooms. This will keep your container garden looking vibrant throughout the growing season.

Common Issues with Container-Grown Sunflowers and How to Fix Them

- Pests: Sunflowers can attract pests like aphids or snails. Use natural pest control methods, such as neem oil or introducing beneficial insects like ladybugs.

- Yellowing Leaves: This could be a sign of overwatering or poor drainage. Ensure your container has drainage holes and avoid waterlogged soil.

- Leggy Growth: If your sunflower becomes tall and spindly, it may not be receiving enough sunlight. Move the container to a sunnier location.

The Best Tools for Growing Sunflowers in Containers

To ensure your sunflowers flourish, having the right tools makes all the difference. Here are some must-have gardening tools for growing sunflowers in containers:

1. Hand Trowel: Ideal for planting sunflower seeds or seedlings in containers.

2. Pruning Shears: Keep your sunflowers healthy by trimming dead leaves and spent blooms.

3. Garden Gloves: Protect your hands while planting and maintaining your sunflowers.

4. Plant Labels: Stay organized by labeling different sunflower varieties, especially if growing multiple types.

Start Growing Sunflowers in Containers Today

Backyard container gardening is an excellent way to enjoy the beauty of sunflowers, even in small spaces.

With the right containers, soil, and care, you can easily grow sunflowers on your patio, balcony, or any limited-space garden. Not only do they add stunning visual appeal, but sunflowers also attract beneficial pollinators to your garden.

[mortiz888-blog]

"Lawn Care Myths Debunked: Separating Fact from Fiction"

When it comes to lawn care, there's no shortage of advice, tips, and tricks floating around. But not all of it is rooted in fact. In this blog post, we'll debunk some common lawn care myths and set the record straight on how to achieve a healthy, lush lawn. One burning question we'll address is: "When should I fertilize my lawn?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMZ-eoxGVJk Myth #1: You Should Water Your Lawn Every Day One of the most prevalent misconceptions about lawn care is the belief that daily watering is the key to a green, vibrant lawn. In reality, overwatering can be detrimental to your grass. Instead, it's better to water deeply and less frequently. Infrequent, deep watering encourages your lawn's roots to grow deeper, making them more resilient during dry spells. Aim for about 1-1.5 inches of water per week, including rainfall, and water early in the morning to reduce the risk of fungal diseases. Myth #2: Mowing Your Lawn Short Keeps It Looking Neat While it may seem like cutting your grass short will result in less frequent mowing and a tidier appearance, it's not the best approach. When you cut your grass too short, it can stress the plants and leave your lawn vulnerable to weeds, pests, and disease. To maintain a healthy lawn, aim to mow no more than one-third of the grass blade's length at a time. Keeping your grass a bit taller (usually between 2.5 to 3.5 inches, depending on the grass type) shades the soil, retains moisture, and makes it more difficult for weeds to establish themselves. Myth #3: Fertilize Your Lawn Whenever You Can Fertilizing your lawn is essential for providing the necessary nutrients for healthy growth. However, the myth that you can fertilize at any time of the year is misleading. Timing is crucial when it comes to fertilization. Applying fertilizer during the wrong season can lead to nutrient waste or even harm your lawn. So, when should you fertilize your lawn? The Truth About Fertilization Timing Fertilization should be timed according to the growth patterns of your grass. Typically, lawns benefit from two main periods of fertilization: - Early Spring: This is the first fertilization of the year and should be done when your grass begins to actively grow. The soil temperature should be around 55°F (12-13°C). Fertilizing at this time helps your grass recover from the dormancy of winter and encourages strong early-season growth. - Late Fall: The second major fertilization should occur in late fall, usually around October or early November, depending on your location. This helps the grass store nutrients for the winter, ensuring it enters the cold months in good shape and is ready to grow vigorously when spring arrives. It's important to note that the specific timing may vary depending on your region and the type of grass in your lawn. It's a good idea to have your soil tested to determine its nutrient needs, and you can choose the appropriate fertilizer based on the results. Request a FREE Quote for Lawn Care GET QUOTE Conclusion Lawn care doesn't have to be complicated, but it does require some knowledge to avoid common misconceptions. Debunking these lawn care myths and understanding the proper timing for fertilization can make a significant difference in the health and appearance of your lawn. Remember, it's essential to water deeply and infrequently, mow at the right height, and fertilize at the appropriate times to achieve a beautiful and thriving lawn. By following these guidelines and dispelling these myths, you'll be well on your way to a lawn that's the envy of your neighborhood. Read the full article

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Sustainable Practices for a Greener Lawn

Creating and maintaining a lush, green lawn is a goal for many homeowners. Walking  on lush green grass can significantly improve your health allover. But maintain one is such is not very easy. Heres why Rupsha Nursery natural green grass carpert roll is what you need. We will share some tips and practices to maintain greener grass in garden of your home. 

Traditional lawn care practices, such as the excessive use of chemical fertilizers and pesticides, overwatering, and mowing too short, can contribute to soil degradation, water waste, and even harm local ecosystems. However, there are sustainable practices you can adopt to keep your lawn green and healthy while minimizing your environmental footprint.

Right Type of Grass

What is meant by right type of grass, is selecting the right type of grass for your specific climate and soil conditions. Different grass species have different water, sunlight, and maintenance needs. For example, cool-season grasses like Kentucky bluegrass and fescue thrive in cooler climates, while warm-season grasses like Bermuda and zoysia are better suited for hotter regions. Choosing a grass type that is well-adapted to your local environment reduces the need for excessive watering and chemical inputs, making your lawn more sustainable.

Maintainence

One of the biggest challenges in maintaining a green lawn is providing the necessary nutrients for healthy grass growth without resorting to chemical fertilizers. Most of us are unware of the right chemicals or fertiizers to use  or we are fooled to buy that yeilds no results. Rupsha Nursery Natural Lawn grass supplies the best lawn grass carpet roll in Kolkata thats needs zero to no maintainence. Dont Belive? Their product is made of Organic fertilizers, on the other hand, provide a more sustainable alternative. They release nutrients slowly, improving soil health over time and encouraging a thriving ecosystem of beneficial microbes and earthworms. Compost, manure, bone meal, and fish emulsion are just a few examples of organic fertilizers that can be used to nourish your lawn. By choosing organic options, you can feed your grass in a way that is safe for your family, pets, and the environment.

Synthetic fertilizers on the other hand may offer quick results, but they can also contribute to soil degradation, water pollution, and the destruction of beneficial soil organisms.

Timely watering 

 Not only does excessive watering waste water, but it also promotes shallow root growth, making your grass more susceptible to drought and disease. In order To create a sustainable lawn, it's essential to water wisely.Overwateringagain  is a common problem in traditional lawn care. Not only does excessive watering waste. Aim for about 1 inch of water per week, including rainfall.Start by watering your lawn early in the morning or late in the evening to minimize evaporation. Additionally, consider getting best gardening service in Kolkata By rupsha Nursery. They deliver water directly to the soil, reducing water waste and ensuring that your lawn receives the moisture it needs without oversaturating the surface.

Mowing Techniques

Mowing is a critical aspect of lawn care, and how you mow can significantly impact the health and sustainability of your lawn. Many people make the mistake of mowing their grass too short, which can stress the plants and make them more vulnerable to pests and disease.

To maintain a sustainable lawn, follow these mowing tips:

Set your mower blades higher: Allow your grass to grow to a height of about 3 to 4 inches before mowing. Taller grass shades the soil, reducing water evaporation and promoting deeper root growth.

Mow regularly, but don’t overdo it: Mow frequently enough to remove no more than one-third of the grass blade at a time. Cutting too much at once can shock the grass and weaken it.

Leave the clippings on the lawn: Grass clippings are a natural source of nitrogen and other nutrients. By leaving them on the lawn, you can reduce the need for additional fertilizers and improve soil health.

Sharpen your mower blades: Dull blades tear the grass, leaving ragged edges that are more susceptible to disease. Keep your mower blades sharp to ensure a clean cut.

Reduce use of Chemical Pesticide

Most vital part of protecting your garden is by reducing the use of excessivle pesticides. used to control weeds, insects, and other pests, but they can have serious environmental consequences. Chemical pesticides can harm beneficial insects, contaminate water sources.Integrated Pest Management (IPM) is an approach that combines different strategies to minimize pest problems while reducing reliance on chemicals. IPM techniques includemaintaining proper soil pH, aerating the soil,Use physical methods, such as hand-pulling weeds or using traps, to manage pests. If chemical pesticides are  extremely necessary, then use them sparingly and target only the affected areas of the garden rather than applying them across. 

Native plants 

These are well-adapted to local conditions, requiring less water, fertilizer, and maintenance than non-native species. They also provide habitat for local wildlife, including pollinators like bees and butterflies.Replacing some of your lawn with native groundcovers, such as clover, creeping thyme, or sedge. These low-maintenance plants can add texture and color to your landscape while reducing the need for mowing, watering, and fertilizing. If you’re unsure which plants are native to your area, consult with a natural lawn grass carpet roll supplier or local nursery.

Finally,  

Sustainable lawn care is all about balance—nurturing your lawn while protecting the natural resources. By choosing the right grass, using organic fertilizers, watering wisely, practicing proper mowing techniques, reducing chemical pesticide use, enhancing soil health, incorporating native plants, and seeking professional help when needed, you can create a greener lawn that thrives naturally. A lawn care expert or gardening service can provide valuable advice, recommend sustainable products, and even handle some of the more labor-intensive tasks for you.When choosing a service, look for companies that prioritize sustainability and offer eco-friendly options like Rupsha Nursery in New Town. 

[mclmora]

left ✧ tsukishima kei x fem!reader ✧ pt 1

summary: y/n and tsukki are childhood friends, who unfortunately happen to not get along much anymore.

tw: angst?

tsukishima and you met at a young age. his parents were old high school classmates of your own parents, that happened to grow up together and eventually become good friends during adulthood. that’s why, one day, out of shared agreement, they decided to make you kids get to know each other.

you remember very well the day you met that blonde kid. it was a sunny summer noon, you were bored, sitting in front of the tv, switching channels in search of something to peak your interest, when the doorbell rang loudly, shaking your thoughts out of your mind.

you walked out of the living room, approaching the door, unaware and curious as to who might be at such unusual hour. when you opened the entrance, your eyes were met by a boy you’ve never seen around your neighborhood. the first thing you noticed was his height, way taller than an average kid you’d see in your school. you had to lift your chin of a couple inches to be able to meet his gaze, who was looking back at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“who are you?” you asked, opening the door further to be able to take a better look at the person you were talking to. he took a couple seconds to reply, scrutinizing you just like you were doing with him a moment ago. “kei tsukishima.” he then replied, dry, to eventually add “are your parents home?” gripping the ends of his purple oversized hoodie, seemingly uneasy.

you wondered why he looked like he wasn’t expecting to find a girl his age at the door, and why he knew your parents. however, instead of voicing your thoughts, you answered “no, why?” to which he shrugged, “my parents and i just moved back here. they asked me to come here and ask about your parents.” as dry as before, he replied.

“‘back here’? you lived here before?” you found yourself questioning him, curiosity starting to tickle you, “how do your parents know mine?” you added right after.

he broke eye contact with you, tigheting the grip on his hoodie and shifting his gaze to the tip of his shoes. he didn’t really seem to be the eloquent type, to say the least. “yeah. and... they were friends, i guess.” his tone lowered, too. he nervously fidgeted with one of the hoodie’s string, before clearing his throat and adding “uhm, i’ll come back tomorrow. when your parents will be home. see you.”

you felt disappointed, you didn’t want the conversation to be over so soon, but you weren’t even given the time to process a thought that he turned around and walked out of your property in the blink of an eye. you found yourself staring at the corner he took before disappearing out of sight, your head empty. after a few minutes, you closed the door, murmuring to yourself “...weirdo”.

the school bell rang, a bunch of students heading out the gate, each their way, you among them. classes were finally over.

you shuffled the items in your bag, seeking for your earbuds, holding your cellphone on the other hand. when you found the interested object, you plugged the earbuds in your phone and began listening to music to accompany your solitary walk. your stress level has reached its peak today.

during the latest weeks, your emotions have been subject of an incredible and undeserved rollercoaster that left you biting your nails until bleeding, sleeping terribly and, overall, taking very bad care of you. calling yourself tired was an euphemism.

you were exhausted. school was punching your stomach with exam sessions, making you spend your evenings studying for over 3 hours in a row, sometimes having to get up as early as 4 AM to be able to study more on the topics you felt insecure about, depriving you of precious sleep, that leaded to you almost fall asleep on lessons and lunch breaks. you barely had time to shower and eat.

that lifestyle was starting to really heavy on you.

but the biggest issue was kei. your childhood “friend”.

that guy has always been mean, you were used to it, but lately he sure gave his best to become an insufferable asshole. being elected as class president must’ve got to his head, you had no other explanation to excuse that behavior.

actually, quite frankly, you were tired of excusing his behavior too.

last week he decided that throwing shit at a random student he never spoke to was okay just because said student had the known reputation of taking bad grade after bad grade, and was repeating the year for the second time. he didn’t know anything about that person, yet kei chose to pick on him for the sake of making him feel like a nobody whose worth was based off of how well he was perceived by the teachers.

which was absolutely gross. that middle school bully-wanna-be attitude had killed the remaining sympathy you had for him. you found yourself despising him a little bit more everyday, his repetitive jokes, his scornful laughter, his arrogant smile, his voice... everything about him had rotten into this mass of frustration that pushed him in the “people to avoid” category.

and that’s exactly what you begun to do. it’s been a week circa, you have been slipping out of conversations, leaving classes as soon as they end not to talk to him and walk on the way back home alone, hoping not to meet him there.

you had some luck, considering you guys live next to each other and have to take the same path to get back home. you haven’t met him yet once.

perhaps he was following you, but you didn’t dare to turn around and take a look. you just walked faster and kept your earbuds blasting music with a perhaps too high volume. childish maybe, but it worked, so.

just when you were about to open your house’ gate, you felt two fingers tapping on your shoulder. your face turned around on a reflex, finding behind you that insufferable, mean, asshole.

“oh.” left your lips, before taking a step back to add distance between you two. apparently, he wasn’t expecting such reaction, because you saw his eyebrows jump slightly and his expression turned immediately in a frowned one. “wow, it’s nice seeing you as well, thank you.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, almost feeling guilty. “it’s just i wasn’t expecting you to come here. what’s the matter?” you had to hold yourself back from saying your usual sorries, you had the poor habit of apologizing even when you didn’t mean to. it was one of the many things tsukki used to make fun of you for.

“i wanted to talk to you. may i come in?” he asked, moving his hands into the pockets of his school uniform.

you took your time to answer him, busy wondering if you heard him correctly. that was unusually polite of him, he never spoke to you that way, he only talked like that to teachers and people older than him, surely not mere mortal students like him.

a bit taken aback, you nodded, wary, and opened the gate until reaching inside.

you opened the door, him behind you, and entered the empty living room. there was an awkward silence weighting in the air, nobody spoke a word, all you could think about was that he hasn’t been at your house in weeks.

he took a seat on the big, grey couch, eyes lingering on your figure subtly. he probably thought you wouldn’t feel his gaze on you, since he looked away the moment you tried to return eye contact.

“want something to drink?” you asked, leaving your bag on the clothes hanger.

“no, thank you.” he replied, adjusting his glasses on his nose. you still went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and two glasses, that you positioned on the table before pouring the bottle content on each glass. “so...” he begun, “wanna talk about it?”

you locked eyes with him, bringing the glass to your lips, without drinking it. there was something sparkling in his eyes, an emotion you’ve never seen in his face. something you couldn’t understand, was it annoyance? you didn’t dare to ask.

part of you wasn’t lucid. you weren’t realizing that he, the boy you grew up with, and begun having feelings for since the day you met, was sitting in front of you after days of not sharing a word with. the guy you spent your best days with, to which you shared your deepest fears, that saw you cry multiple times and was there when you needed him most. the only real friend you’ve ever had. the person that had your heart beating the rare times he’d be nice to you and give you compliments you knew were honest.

what has your friendship became?

swallowing a pool of saliva formed in your mouth, you crossed arms. “no.”

a confused smile crossed his lips. “why?” he lifted his eyebrow, in surprise. “you’ve been ignoring me enough, don’t you think? it’s starting to become boring.” he got up from his seat. “don’t get me wrong, i don’t miss you, but still it’s weird of you to do that without even giving me a reason.” he reached for the glass of water, moving his body closer to you.

it hit you right there. after that sentence. all... all the time you wasted loving a piece of shit like him. all the time you chased someone who didn’t miss you when you weren’t there.

sadness washed over you, shifting in a pulsating rage that made you laugh, a bit hysterically, a bit crazily.

“get out.”

“huh?”

“get the fuck out, tsukki.”

you grabbed his wrist and walked towards the entrance, opening the door. you looked at him, waiting. he didn’t budge. “what are you so fucking mad at me for?” he snatched his arm out of your grip, “seriously, y/n, what the fuck is going on?” suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders with his hands, staring at you with what looked like a hurt face.

your back hit the wall and your rage melted into tears, waiting to roll down your face the second you’d blink. but you had no intention of letting them.

“i fucking hate you. you use every opportunity to treat people like shit for no reason, just like you’ve always done to me. i was too naive to realize your “jokes” were just a way to bring me down to feed that shitty ego you’ve got and that treating me occasionally nicely was just a way to avoid me getting away from you. you’re fucking toxic, kei, and you give no fucks about anyone around you. words hurt and i hope you’ll learn that the harsh way. i don’t wanna be near someone like you anymore. get the fuck out of my house, now.”

tsukishima listened silently to every word you said, his lips slightly parted and eyes wide open in shock. he gulped several times, looking like a child whose been scolded and was now mortified. he babbled incomprehensible words, that put together sounded like “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about..-” or close.

but after all, he listened, and left your house without trying to rebut, leaving a sense of you didn’t know what in your guts, heavy as lead.

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[smilethroughtherain]

Summer-Blooming Bulbs: Adding Drama to Your Garden

Discover the beauty and ease of growing summer-blooming bulbs

If you're looking to add a touch of drama to your garden without the high maintenance, summer-blooming bulbs are the perfect choice. From statuesque lilies and gladioli to nonstop blossom machines like dahlias, these bulbs offer stunning blooms and are incredibly easy to grow. As the weather warms up and the soil becomes more favorable, now is the time to plant these bulbs and watch your garden come to life.

However, it's important to note that most summer-blooming bulbs are not frost tolerant, so it's crucial to plant them within the two or three weeks after the last frost date in your area.

Planting Summer-Blooming Bulbs

According to Peggy Anne Montgomery, a horticulturist representing Flowerbulbs.com, summer-blooming bulbs such as dahlias, canna lilies, gladiolus, and calla lilies require warm soil outdoors. Montgomery advises planting them around the same time you would plant tomatoes in your region.

These bulbs have similar needs and growing requirements as the tulips and daffodils planted in the fall. They thrive in full sun to light shade and well-drained soil. It's essential to loosen the soil to a depth of 8 inches and mix in some compost before planting.

The bulbs should be planted about three times as deep as their height. While an organic bulb fertilizer isn't necessary, it can help ensure the health and multiplication of the bulbs. After planting, water the soil and cover it with a couple of inches of mulch.

Popular Summer Bulbs to Consider

Here are some popular summer-blooming bulbs that can add vibrancy and beauty to your garden:

1. Caladiums: Known for their colorful leaves in patterns of pink, red, green, and white, caladiums do not flower. Most varieties require partial to full shade, although there are sun-tolerant options. Plant them in early June. 2. Canna Lilies: These tall and wide plants (some reaching 6 feet or more) come in shades of white, coral, red, orange, and yellow, including variegated varieties. They are deer resistant and extremely heat tolerant. Plant canna lily tubers two weeks after the last frost date. They thrive in full sun. 3. Crocosmia: Also known as montbretia, crocosmia features brilliant red, orange, or yellow flowers and sword-like leaves. These flowers attract hummingbirds and are surprisingly tough, with some varieties even handling colder zones. They prefer full sun and can be planted in the fall or in spring after the last frost. 4. Dahlias: With countless species and cultivars, dahlias offer a wide range of colors, flower shapes, and plant sizes. Plant the tubers two weeks after the last frost date. Staking is often necessary to support the plants, so it's best to do it during planting. Dahlias thrive in full sun. 5. Elephant Ears (Alocasia and Colocasia): These plants feature enormous leaves in shades of green and dark purple, adding structure and a tropical feel to the garden. Alocasia leaves point upward, while Colocasia leaves point downward. Elephant ears do not flower and should be planted in early June. They prefer full to part sun. 6. Gladiolus: Also known as glads or sword lilies, gladiolus can be planted anytime after the last frost date. Planting in batches a few weeks apart ensures a continuous display of flowers throughout the summer. Taller varieties may require staking. Gladiolus thrive in full sun and are loved by hummingbirds. They also make excellent cut flowers. 7. Lilies (Lilium): Lilies can be planted in the fall or early spring. They are less susceptible to frost compared to other summer-blooming bulbs. With various types, varieties, and colors, lilies offer a fragrant and visually appealing addition to any garden. Some lilies may require staking. However, it's important to note that lilies are toxic to cats and dogs but are irresistible to deer. They prefer full sun. 8. Tuberous Begonias: These bulbs should be planted outdoors in mid-May. However, starting them indoors earlier is recommended as they are slow growers. Tuberous begonias come in a range of colors, including white, pink, and deep reds and oranges. They are ideal for containers and thrive in shade to part shade.

Caring for Your Bulbs

To ensure the longevity and health of your summer-blooming bulbs, it's important to provide proper care:

- Deadhead spent flowers to prevent the plants from going to seed, which can drain energy from the bulbs.

- Allow the leaves of lilies and gladiolus to wither and store energy in the bulb for next year's bloom. Once the leaves and stems have withered, you can cut them back to the ground.

- Dahlias, elephant ears, caladiums, and begonias will continue growing until frost, so no trimming is necessary.

- With the exception of lilies and crocosmia, most summer-blooming bulbs will not survive the winter. Dig them up in the fall and store them in peat moss or sawdust (avoid plastic) in a cool, dark, and dry place. Alternatively, you can purchase new bulbs each year.

Summer-blooming bulbs offer an easy way to create a visually stunning garden with minimal effort. By choosing from a variety of bulbs such as caladiums, canna lilies, dahlias, and gladiolus, you can add vibrant colors and unique textures to your outdoor space. Remember to provide the necessary care to ensure the longevity of your bulbs and enjoy a beautiful garden all summer long.

[torontobulkflowers]

How to Grow and Care for Lily Flowers

Lilies Flowers are prized for their stunning blooms and come in a wide variety of colors, shapes, and sizes. With proper care, these elegant flowers can grace your garden for years to come. This guide will walk you through everything you need to know about growing and caring for lilies.

Planting Lilies

Choosing a Location: Lilies Flowers thrive in sunlight, ideally receiving at least 6 hours of direct sun per day. They can tolerate some light shade, but for optimal blooms, aim for a sunny spot.

Preparing the Soil: Lilies prefer well-draining, fertile soil. If your soil is heavy clay, amend it with compost or sand to improve drainage. Aim for a soil pH between 5.5 and 6.5.

Planting the Bulbs: Plant lily bulbs in the fall, around 6-8 weeks before the first frost. Dig holes 2-3 times deeper than the height of the bulb, with the pointed end facing upwards. Space the bulbs according to the variety, typically 8-18 inches apart.

Caring for Lilies

Watering: Water your lilies Flowers regularly, especially during dry periods. Aim to keep the soil consistently moist but not soggy.

Fertilizing: Apply a balanced fertilizer in early spring and again before flowering. You can also add a layer of compost around the base of the plant each spring.

Staking: Taller lily varieties may benefit from staking to provide support, especially when in bloom.

Deadheading: Once the flowers fade, remove the spent blooms to encourage continued blooming and prevent seed production. However, leave the leaves on the plant as they help nourish the bulb for next season's blooms.

Winter Care: In colder climates, you may want to cover the planting area with mulch in late fall to protect the bulbs from harsh winter temperatures.

Tips for Success

There are many different lily varieties available, each with its specific requirements. Choose varieties suited to your climate and growing conditions.

Deadheading not only encourages more blooms but also helps prevent the spread of diseases.

Keep an eye out for pests like aphids and slugs, which can damage lily plants. Use organic methods whenever possible to control them.

After the lily foliage has died back in fall, you can cut the stems down to about an inch from the ground.

With a little care, your lily Flowers will reward you with a dazzling display of color and fragrance throughout the summer.

[crocadilioso]

A week of disappointed dads and depravity days 1-4/7.

Day 1:

Chapter 1:

Another night and another empty booth seat. Ashe had gone on a date with a man who he’d met on Grindr. The man was tall, muscly, handsome and honestly perfect. Ashe was a 5’1 guy who’d been vet been very much of man. For years he’d known that he was never going to be an alpha guy and accepted that. His tiny frame fit his body type perfectly. His completely flat chest complimented his small waist and wide hips nicely but fit his exceptionally large ass even better. His body type was a huge reason for him never trying to be manly but his tiny 2” dick definitely didn’t help either. Growing up with very minimal contact to his dad and a single mother, who was “open with her relationships”, did bother to help his case either. Now at 18 he’s sitting in a fancy restaurant with a completely smooth body except for his head and wearing clothes that his sugardaddy had bought him along with the makeup and hair styling that his sugardaddy had also paid for. The dress was very tight and left nothing to the imagination. The tight black fabric hugged ashe’s body in every spot. The bottom of the free only rode down to ashe’s upper thigh and didn’t even cover his whole ass. The dress also has a keyhole in the front that was supposed to show off ashe’s cleavage but actually showed off how flat his chest is. The dress covers his arms but the sleeves are only attached by a tiny string on the armpits of the dress so his shoulders and subsequent tan lines show clearly from under the dress. The, shiny black leather, platform stiletto pump high heels that he’d been bought pushed him from 5’1 to a huge 5’5 and made his ass pop out of his dress even more. The man who Ashe had came here to met was called Adam and basically everything Ashe wanted from a man. They’d been seating for a few days and after about 100 nudes Adam had asked Ashe to come to this fancy and expensive restaurant but on we Ashe had gotten here he checked Adam’s Grindr profile only to find it had been deleted. So now Ashe is sitting alone in a whole booth at the restaurant with tears starting to swell in his eyes.

Chapter 2:

As Ashe sits in sadness, a group of middle aged men sit down in the booth in front of him. The men are all atleast 45, none of them slim and all wearing suits with their top buttons undone and their ties loosened. Half of the men sat with their backs to Ashe while the other 3 men look in ashes direction. All 3 of the men smile at and look over Ashe with obvious intentions in their eyes but only one of them keeps his gaze on Ashe. Ashe and the man make eye contact and this makes Ashe blush.

“I’ll be back in a minute lads, off to the toilet.”

Says a British accent and the man stands up while looking at Ashe then walks off through the restaurant towards the bathroom.

“God, am I really going to do this. He’s no Adam but I guess… oh I don’t know.”

Ashe thinks over what he’s going to do internally and then gets up too, with his little purse over his shoulder. His high heels click and clack on the floor as he struts over to that bathroom to meet the man too. Ashe makes it to the room with the 2 bathroom doors on them. A men’s symbol on one and a women’s symbol on the other. Usually Ashe goes into the women’s just to avoid confrontation but this time thinks that he would have to go into the men’s. Ashe walks over to the men’s room door but gets stopped by a hand grabbing his shoulder.

“I knew you’d come. Girls like you always do.”

The large hand squeezes ashe’s shoulder and pulls on it, causing Ashe to spin around and face the man. The man is taller than Ashe by atleast 6 inches even with the high heels on and has a smug look on his face.

“Oh yeah? What type of girl do you think I am?”

After saying this Ashe also has a smug look on his face and the two hold eye contact as the man reaches his hand down ashes back. His fingers slide down the soft fabric of Ashe’s dress and trace his spine before reaching the bottom of Ashe’s ass that’s poking out from the bottom of his dress.

“The type of girl that’ll do what I want.”

Ashe opens his mouth to respond but before he can something is stuffed into his mouth. The man’s other hand had reached into his pocket and pulled out 2 paper bills. $200 filed Ashe’s mount and stopped whatever he was about to say from coming out.

“So… how about you show me if I’m right.”

Ashe just nods with big eyes and the man grins. They walk through the restaurant and the man leads Ashe to the parking lot.

Chapter 3:

They get to an expensive Audi and the man opens the passenger door to let Ashe sit down. As he walks around the front of the car to get to the drivers side Ashe analyses the man. He’s balding with mostly brown hair even though there’s some white in there. He’s a little bit more than chubby and his tucked in dress shirt doesn’t hide it. His blue suit pants are held up by a brown leather belt and the cuffs of them sit above his brown leather shoes. He has a good watch in his right wrist and a wedding ring on his left hand that hidden by rings on his pinky and ring finger but still noticeable. The man sits in the drivers side of the car and leans over to Ashe. His left hand immediately grasps at ashes thighs and grips them while his stubbly face gets close to ashe’s. The man’s lips press against ashe’s neck and kiss it hard while his grip gets tighter on Ashe’s thighs and then he pulls away. They make eye contact while a handful of inches from nose to nose and ashes realises something. The man looks almost identical to his dad. Though he’d only seen him a handful of times in his life, Ashe recognised that this man is almost a carbon copy of his father and stopped for a second, stunned. Then the man lifts both hands up and grabs the back of ashes head.

“I’m John but you’ll call me daddy.”

The man’s lips lick tightly onto Ashe’s lips and his rough chin irritates Ashe’s skin but he goes along with it anyway. They kiss hard and rough while John’s hand move erratically all over Ashe’s body and grab any bit of skin they can get a hold of. After a while of kissing and groping John pulls away.

“You’re a nasty bitch. I can already tell.”

John leans back in his seat and revs up the car and then speeds off out of the lot. Ashe blushes and smiles.

“Haha. You have no idea babe.”

John looks over from the corner of his eye with a smile and then uses one of his hands to rub and grab his crotch.

“I told you it’s daddy. Not babe. I might need to punish you for not following orders.”

His rubbing continues until ashe leans over and puts both of his hands onto John’s crotch instead. Ashe can feel the rock hard boner in John’s pants and outlines it with one of his index fingers while teasing the zipper with his other index finger.

“How would you punish me daddy? Spank me? Put me in time out? Clean my mouth out?”

John’s grin gets wider.

“Just you wait. You’ll find out.”

Ashe pinches the zipper invetween his index finger and thumb then pulls it down. John’s dick twitches a few times and the wriggles its way out of the zipper and stands straight up in his lap. His dick isn’t massive, in fact it’s a little bit less than average, but Ashe had come this far so there was no turning back. John moans and then his hand rests on the back of Ashe’s head and pushes it down onto his dick. The dick all fits easily into Ashe’s mouth and his pubes tickle the whole bottom half of Ashe’s face but he puts on a show even though it’s all fake. As Ashe sucks the man’s dick and bobs his head up and down, he moans and occasionally gags to boost the man’s ego even more. After couple minutes of Ashe sucking the man’s dick the car stops. Ashe sits up and looks out the window. The car is sitting in the driveway of a suburban home.

“My wife isn’t home so we have the whole house to ourselves. How does that sound baby?”

The man looks at Ashe with a seductive stare. Ashe knew that this was really the point of no return. John hadn’t found out Ashe’s little secret between his legs and once they got into the house there were only two things that could happen. The man either finds out and uses Ashe as just a fetish object or he finds out and kicks him out immediately, hopefully without a black eye. Ashe said a silent pray for the first option and looked at the man.

“Sounds like we’re going to have a lot of fun daddy.”

Ashe winks and the after one last, firm, grab of Ashe’s thigh the man steps out of the car and walks over to the front door of the house as Ashe follows a few feet behind him.

Chapter 4:

The door swings open and the man walks in then turns on the main light. The house is clean and modern. It’s mostly white and has a lot of glass accents. John takes off his shoes and looks at Ashe who’s still in the doorway.

“Come in. I won’t bite… unless you want me to.”

He winks and Ashe steps into the house. Ashe sees the photos on the walls. There’s John and who Ashe presumed to be his wife nestled between big groups of people in all the photos. Some photos seem to show family Christmas parties and others show what seem to be office parties. Ashe keeps the high heels on and follows John when he walks through the hall and into a minimalistic kitchen.

“Now that I’m not driving I can let loose.”

He pulls a bottle of vodka out of a cupboard and then pulls two glasses out of another cupboard. He pours a little bit into one of the glasses and fills the other one most of the way up. John then walks over to the fridge and pulls out a carton of orange juice. He fills both glasses up the rest of the way with the rest of the juice and hands one of the glasses to Ashe. He’d not paid attention to which one he’d been handed but he immediately knew when he took a sip. The vodka overpowered everything else and made Ashe recoil as it felt like it filled his whole body. John put down his glass without even taking a sip and poured himself a tumbler of expensive whisky. John sipped his whisky as he stared at Ashe standing in the middle of the room.

“I didn’t make it for you to look at. Drink it.”

Ashe hesitated for a second, thinking of the taste, but then lifts the glass to his mouth and drinks it. Half the glass is gone and he puts the glass down on a countertop with a gag. John laughs and then walks up to Ashe and stands right infront of him. John’s belly pokes ashe’s chest and then he leans in and kisses him again. John’s hands get restless again and grab all over Ashe again but this time also slap his ass each time the run over it. Ashe slides his hands over John’s back and then sticks his fingers inbetween the buttons in the man’s shirt. The kiss for a couple seconds and then the John pulls away and grabs ashes hand. He yanks hard, pulling Ashe roughly, through the house and up the stairs. They get to the master bedroom and John pushes Ashe onto the bed. Ashe lies in his back, helpless to John and John yanks his shirt off over his head and pull his pants down and off. Ashe watches while biting his lip, trying not to remember how much the man looks like his dad. Once he’s naked, John falls forward onto the bed and puts one arm on each side of Ashe.

“Your turn. Take it off baby.”

He kisses ashes neck and then stands up straight again. Ashe slowly pulls his arms out of their holds in the dress, trying to buy time but eventually John gets bored and slightly mad.

“Ok, I guess I’ll do it myself then.”

His hands shoot to Ashe and grab the bottom of his dress. He pull up and the bottom of the dress flips up to ashes chest, exposing ashes whole body. Ashe see his face light up when he sees the sheer red panties Ashe has on. Ashe also sees John’s eyebrows frown and his mouth shit tightly when he notices the tiny nub hidden in the fabric.

Chapter 5

There’s a tense silence as John processes what he’s seeing and it’s broken by the rustling of sheets when Ashe slowly crawls backwards on the bed.

“When we’re you going to tell me about that?”

John still looks angry as he says this and Ashe is too frightened to say anything so just shrugs with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

“Daddy really will have to punish you now.”

He grabs ashes legs dnd pulls him toward the edge of the bed. Ashe slides over the bedsheets, helpless to John, and ends up with his ass pressed against John’s thighs. Ashe expects a punch or slap but instead feels fingers in his crotch and then they tighten. John grabs ashes tiny excuse for a dick and minuscule balls in one hand and then rubs them with his thumb. He put his other hand on ashes face. His palm rests on ashes cheek as his thumb snakes into his mouth and plays with his tongue.

“I’ve never had something like you before. Never ruined a faggot.”

His index finger slides into ashes mouth and then his middle until John had fit as much of his hand as he can into ashes mouth. His hand is wet with saliva as he pulls it out.

“You’re not going to hurt me are you? Please.”

Ashe looks at the man with fear and then John’s hand lifts up slightly before coming down fast. The wet hand comes down and makes a thunderous clap as it slaps against ashes pathetic crotch.

“It’s please daddy. I won’t tell you again.”

John says loudly and as Ashe curls up a bit from the slap, John grabs him and many vets him onto his hands and knees. Ashe’s ass is exposed to John and the there’s a hard pull on his body. John had grabbed a handful of the panties and pulled it as hard as he could, completely ripping them off of ashes body. The force makes Ashe fall onto his belly and John takes the opportunity to leap onto Ashe. Johns bid weight pins Ashe down to the bed and he can feel johns hard dick poking all over his asscheeks and around them. John lifts his waist up and then without warning he thrusts down and shoved his dick into Ashe. The dry dick burns as it attacks ashes asshole and he lets out a scream. John doesn’t care and starts to fuck him. Up and down slowly and then he speeds up. His pubes feel like wire wool scratching ashes asscheeks and his belly makes a slap each time it hits ashes back. Ashe can hear the man sniffing his panties as he moans and grunts into ashes ear.

“Aaahhh. Fuck! Fuck please! It - gugghahh!”

Ashes pleads are drowned out when his own panties fill his mount and act as a gag. John holds the panties in ashes mouths and the holds his jaw shut to stop it coming out.

“Shut up slut. You wanted this when you wore that dress. Faggot.”

The last word is excluded and said onto as an insult. John keeps ashes mount shut as he keeps ducking ashe. Ashe can’t see John at this point so looks around the room. He sees the normal looking bedside stands and the photos of his wife around the room.

“Fuck. You’re a tight bitch. Tighter than that bitch. “

Ashe feels johns thrusts get harder and deeper, causing more weight to be slammed down onto ashes back. Eventually John stops for a second and grabs ashes hips. He pull up and flips ashes onto his back. They face each other and Ashe sees johns shit-eating grin surrounded by his sweat.

“Fuck. How’s it so small? You’re not a man, slut. Just my bitch.”

John goes back to rubbing ashes penis. He runs the tip in a circular motion with his thumb. John uses his other hand to pull the panties out of ashes mouth and he holds them up to his face then takes a deep breath in his nose again. He then keeps his eyes closed and throws the ripped panties behind his back.

“Aargh. Yes daddy please. I love it daddy. Please daddy.”

Johns face turns into a snarl when he hears Ashe moan and beg. He leans in and wraps both his hands around ashes neck. His belly crushes ashes dick with each thrust and he puts his mouth against ashes ear.

“I’m your daddy. You’ll love me like your daddy.”

He whispers angrily and keeps fucking as Ashe keeps moaning. A few more thrusts and John is ready to blow. He pulls out and jumps onto the bed. His knees sit on either side of ashes shoulders and he looks down on ashe. He strokes his dick with one hand as he grabs ashes hair with the other and pulls his head up.

“Aaaarrrrrrr. Fuck!”

A huge burns of hot cum shoots point blank onto ashes face. It covers his face and makeup and the splash back covers his chest.

“That’s some real man cum. Nothing like that stupid thing between your legs. Learn your place slut!”

John is shouting as loud as he can and then he shoved his dick back into ashes mouth and roughly drags his head back and fourth on his dick by pulling ashes hair hard and panfully. He’s just shouting as loud as he can and it seems like he’s doing this just to hurt ashes head. He eventually stops and rolls over on the bed beside ashes.

“Oh god, I needed that. Never thought I’d fuck a faggot like you.”

Ashe rolls over onto his side to lie face to face with the man.

“Thank you daddy. I’m glad you did.”

Ashes licks his lips and everywhere else he can to lap up the cum. There’s a weird pause and then John gets up and walks into the en-suite of the room. Ashe can hear him having a shower and cleaning off the sweat from fucking. Ashe sits up and opens a few drawers. He finds the wife’s “sexy” drawer. Ashe pulls out a set of matching black, see-through, lingerie. He slides in on and, as expected, the bra hangs while the thong fills out tightly. He then pulls out a sheer nightgown with fur around the edges. He put that on too and then walks over to the shower to join John. When he opens the door the room is steamy and hot. Ashe can see the silhouette of John stop in its tracks.

“Get out of here.”

Ashe stops too and cocks his head to the side.

“What’s that daddy? Don’t you want to shower with your baby?”

Ashe tries to sound as seductive as possible.

“I said get the fuck out of here before I fucking kill you! Get the fuck out of my house, faggot!”

John screams as loud as he can and then he hits his hand against the glass door of the shower.

“Oh. Uh- ok.”

Ashe leaves the bathroom and closes the door. He put on his high heels and walks out of the bedroom. He goes down the hallway, then down the stairs and then to the front door, scared. That John will come raging out of the bedroom at any time. The whole time he walked through the house he could hear John talking but couldn’t make out what he was saying. As Ashe opens the door the cold wind hits him like a truck and reminds that he’s only wearing a multimeter thin piece of fabric. He grabs a jacket off of the rack, a thick brown work jacket that’s huge on Ashe. The jacket goes down to his mid thighs, ironically more covering than his dress earlier and leaves. He grabs his purse off of the coatrack too and then closes the door as he leaves. He walks away for a couple minutes until he’s safely away and calls an Uber.

Day 2:

Chapter 1:

8 am. The alarm blares and wakes Ashe up with a startle. He’s at home and his own bed now. He sits upright and thinks about the night before. He thinks about how rough and angry the man was and then he thinks about how he only got home at 3:30 am, leaving him exhausted now. With a groan and a pout he swings his legs off of his bed and they hang above the floor. Ashe’s room has white walls covered in tapestries, fake vines and LEDs. His bed is in the middle of the room and it’s covered in furry blankets, cute plushies and random clothes. Ashe puts on his big circle framed glasses and stands up. He’s wearing a huge T-shirt with hello kitty posing on the front. The shirt goes down to just above his knees and he has a pair of pants high high socks on but they’ve rolled down and clumped up at his ankles. His hair’s messy and his makeup’s off. He looks in his full body mirror on the wall and examines himself. He lifts his arms up and the T-shirt exposes everything up to his waist, showing a white Calvin klein thong that hugs his hips tightly. He examines his smooth legs and how the light from inbetween the blinds shine off of his thigh thighs. He puts his arms down and then grabs the back of the T-shirt and pull it back. The T-shirt shrink wraps around his body and he looks at his wide hips on his thin waist. Pleased with what he sees, Ashe walks away from the mirror and to his big wardrobe. The door slides open and he looks at the huge selection of different fabrics and colours. He thinks for a second and then pulls out a few things. A black sports bra, a pair of black marbled gym leggings, a cap and a pair of panda Nike dunks. He slides the huge shirt off and pull on the bra. It hugs him tightly and covers so much that you can’t even tell he doesn’t have tits but still shows everything else from the waist up. He then pull the thong and socks off to pull the leggings on. The leggings are thick and skin tight on him. They leave nothing to the imagination, making his ass and legs look better than ever. A thick pair of Nike socks go over the bottom of the leggings and then the sneakers come on and Ashe is ready. He puts his hair in a ponytail and then puts the cap on with the hair out the back. A quick swoop with an eyeliner pen and he leaves his room. Most girls would wear a pump cover to stop creeps from looking at them but that obviously isn’t a problem for Ashe. He leaves his house and grabs gets into his car. Nothing eventful happens during his drive, he just listens to music and thinks about what excursuses he’d do today. Once he’s in the gym parking lot, he gets out, grabs his gym bag from the boot of the car and strolls into the gym. The gym bag goes into a locker and then Ashe is ready to start.

Chapter 2:

Obviously people try not to stare at girls when they workout but it’s hard to not glance, especially when Ashe squats and legs out a little moan with each rep. He can tell that people are looking but that doesn’t stop him. He knows that they’re looking at his ass and his legs. When he first started working out he’d get scared that people would see his little dick but quickly realised that there were two reasons no one would see it. For one, they’re all too busy drooling over his ass to look anywhere and else and secondly, his duck is too small to even cast a shadow on his leggings. After the squats came the lunges and then the treadmill and then the leg press, everything to keep his ass as big as possible. Working out like this built up quite a sweat and he’s still sweaty from the night before so he grabbed the towel from his gym locker, stripped naked and walked into the shower. He could pass as a woman any day to the week but being naked was completely different and he didn’t want to be banned from his favourite gym for being the only man in the women’s shower so decided it’s better to just go in the men’s and keep to himself. There’s the obvious mix of old men coming from the sauna, buff guys coming from the gym floor and scrawny guys too scared to use the machines yet. Ashe took a corner to himself to try and stay out of view but that was obviously useless. Ashe showered and tried to stay quiet but that stopped when a hand slapped his ass. He spun round with one arm covering his chest and the other hand covering his crotch. An old man stood infront of Ashe, smiling.

“You know this is the men’s, sweetheart?”

Ashe nods and the man look puzzled but notices that Ashe isn’t making any effort to leave. He’s naked and not trying to cover anything. His dick hangs in the jungle of white pubes between his legs and glistens because of the water on it.

“Well, if you’re not planning on leaving… how about you show me what you’re hiding then?”

He wraps his hand around ashes wrist and pulls it up, revealing his little dick. The man’s eyebrows raise but he doesn’t say anything. By this point, people try to sneakily look over and they see that the lost girl in the men’s shower actually has a dick. The old man puts his hand on ashes shoulder and grips it tightly.

“You know, you look just like my wife did… well, I’m the 60’s”

He puts pressure on ashe’s shoulder and this brings Ashe down to his knees. By this point, all the people trying to sneakily look are just watching as this old man seduces this young “woman”.

“I bet you have some new tricks though, right?”

His dick twitches and gets hard for the first time in probably 10 years. He grabs his dick and holds it up to ashes mouth. Ashe’s thighs create a pool of water inbetween his legs that completely cover his sad excuse for manhood and make it invisible. Ashe takes the duck in his mouth and starts sucking it, bobbing back and forth on the shaft and feeling the worry pubes snake their way into his nostrils. The man puts his hands on the back of ashes head and moans as Ashe sucks him. This goes on for a minute or two until one of the buff men come and stand beside them.

“Hey old timer, is this one all yours?”

The man moans no and Ashe reaches his hand up and fumbles around the jock’s thighs until he grasps the big dick inbetween them and strokes it. Ashe pulls his head away and sticks his tongue out with his mouth wide open at the man.

“Give me your cum baby, I want it.”

He squeezes the old dick and the man lets out a breathy moan as a big load shoots and hits Ashe in the face. It gets half washes off by the shower and he catches his breath.

Chapter 3:

The old man is done with Ashe now and waffles off, back to the locker room. All of ashes attention goes to the jock now and he puts the big duck in his mouth. The man’s in his early twenties and very muscly. His dick is big, around 8 inches, and his pubes are trimmed neatly. He also puts his hand on the back of ashes head and moans as Ashe deepthroats the dick and licks the bottom of the shaft. This show makes every other man look over and most of them walk over. Either because of the surge of testosterone from their workout or maybe because of Ashe being hot, Ashe didn’t know, but no one went to the front desk and reported this. All the men either walked over to Ashe or watched to see if they should walk over. Six men all surround Ashe and he knew he’s in for a good time. He takes a duck in each hand and keeps sucking the jock but the other men get impatient and get down onto their knees behind Ashe. One of them grabs ashes hips and slaps his ass a few times before sticking his dick in. All the jen are moaning and laughing he two other men are jerking their dicks, waiting for their turns. The jock cums soon too. He pulls his dick out and shoots his load all over ashes face too. Another man takes his place and the men all have the same idea to flip Ashe on his back at the same time. They practically pick him up and then set him down on his back on the floor. He slips back and forth in a straight line on the wet floor with each thrust until finally the man in his ass also cums. He shoots his load deep into ashes ass and gets up. Before the cum even had time to leak out, another man takes his place and starts ramming his ass too. The room keep fucking him until there’s five more loads up his ass, three more down his throat and two more on his face. The last two men are clearly friends and spit roast Ashe on the floor. After they both cum, the get up and look at Ashe laying on the floor, drenched in cum and leaking cum out of his ass onto the floor. They both chuckle and then whisper something to each other. Ashe can’t hear why they’re saying but figures it out when he feels a new hot stream of water hit his body. Another new stream hits his face and he sees both the men kissing yellow piss into him. It’s gross and stinks so Ashe slides back on the floor but the men just trace their piss where Ashe is. They go until they’re down and then just leave Ashe to lay there on the floor. Ashe takes a few seconds to recuperate and then stands up. He cleans all the bodyfluids off of him with soap and shampoo then gets out of the shower. He dries himself and grabs his gym bag for the locker. He pulls a pair of black converse, fishnets, tight black shorts and a long nirvana T-shirt that barely covers the tiny shorts. He puts the new outfit on and dries his hair, ready for the rest of the day. He gets back into his car and puts on light makeup using the mirror. The car starts and jitters for a second which makes a load of cum leak out of ashes ass and leaves a wet patch on his shorts.

Chapter 4:

He drives to the store to pick up groceries because even though his sugardaddy pays for them, he won’t pick them up for him. The road is full of potholes and each bump makes a tiny spurt of cum shoot out of Ashe. He gets to the store and gets out of the car. It’s a warm day so most people are wearing shorts and short sleeve T-shirts. He puts in AirPods and listens to his playlist, consisting of doja cat, Nikki minaj, Megan thee stallion, saweetie and the typical girly songs you’d hear on the radio. His hair hangs down at his shoulders tucked behind his ears which half hides the earphones but not fully. He grabs a cart and walks around the store casually picking out food and drinks for at home. Nothing crazy happens for the first 10 minutes. There’s the occasional guy staring at him or licking his lips but nothing out of the ordinary. That changes when he hears a notification quieten his music. Just like every other gen Zer he checks it immediately. He swipes open his phone and sees a weird message.

“Meet me in the bathroom would like to share a photo”

Ashe frowned for a second as he read this, thinking that it’s a weird name and then he looked at the photo he got sent. It’s a video of Ashe getting fucked. The audio is deafeningly loud and he’s glad he had his earphones in because if he didn’t, the whole store would hear. It’s a video from Ashe’s reddit profile. He only uses it for the attention, which he gets A Lot of, but posts fairly regularly. The video shows his face scrunches up with his eyes crossed as a faceless body from just the waist down drills his ass. He only had to watch a couple seconds and then puts his phone away. He looks around to see who sent him the video but there’s no one in the aisle with him.

“Haha that’s funny. I’ve never been recognised for that before.”

He mumbles to himself and remembers that the person said to meet in the bathroom so abandons his cart in the produce aisle and walks to the toilets.he has the choice between the men’s, women’s, and the disabled toilet and stands, thinking and deciding which one to go into, until the foot of the disabled toilet creaks open and an eye looks at ashe through the crack.

“Ashefag, right? I saw you on Reddit.”

The door opens more and there’s a man standing in the room. He motions for Ashe to come in with his hand and Ashe obliges. The door closes behind Ashe and locks too. The man stands over Ashe. He’s not a gross basement dweller like you’d expect but instead he just looks like an average suburban dad. He has a wedding ring on one of his fingers and salt’n’pepper hair. A little bit of chub hangs over his chino shorts and out of his polo shirt.

“Haha. I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

Ashe smiles flirtily at the man.

“I’m actually a fan.”

He’d not blushing but Ashe can tell that he’s a bit nervous.

“I’m glad. I’ve never met a fan before.”

A little giggle comes out Ashe says this.

“So, are we just going to stand here or did you want something else from me?”

Ashe winks and the man’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Uhh. Yeah. Let’s do something else. Haha.”

Ashe walks closer to him until they’re basically touching toes and puts his hand on the man’s neck. He pulls his head down and kisses his lips softly.

“What the ring for?”

Ashe already knows the answer but just wants to see the man squirm.

“Its… uh… it’s just a-“

The man can’t get his words out.

“I’m fucking with you. I don’t care. I just want you.”

Ashe had a smug face and pulls the man in again to kiss him. They kiss and the man caresses ashes waist and hips softly as they do.

“I want all of you.”

The man freezes for a second and Ashe reaches under his T-shirt and pulls the shorts off. They drop the the floor and the noise confirms that the shirts aren’t totally dry yet. The man watches them fall and bites his lip.

“Take me.”

The man’s eyes light up and his hands grasp all over ashes bottom half then rugs on the T-shirt. He tugs it down and looks down the collar to see ashes chest and then pulls the shirt up and pulls it off. Ashe stand wearing only fishnets and shoes as the man reaches down again. He puts one hand on ashes shoulder and puts the other hand on ashes waist. He swings around and uses his hands to bend Ashe over the sink. Ashe moans and blushes as the man pulls down his shorts.

“Wait. Do you want to be on my Reddit too?”

The man stops for a second with his dick in his hand.

“No. I wish I could but if my wife found out…”

There’s a pause and then ashes speaks again.

“I can just blur your face. I can tell you have a big… friend in your pants. And I’m sure you’d want to see this again, wouldn’t you.”

The man think and then agrees. Ashe hands him his phone and he props it up on the toilet. The angle shows everything and ashe smiles. The man presses record and then goes back to ashe. The man’s fingers snake I’m any of the holes they can find in the fishnets. He pulls his hands apart and the fishnets rip from the back of the waistband to ashes balls.He slaps his dick on both of ashes asscheeks and spits on it. He rubs the tip of his dick from the top of ashes buttcrack to his taint and then back again. He repeats this until he’s leaking precum onto ashe.

“Please daddy, fuck me.”

Ashe pleads and the man puts one of his hands on ashes shoulder to keep him still while using his other hand to guide his dick into Ashe’s ass. The tip pops in and the man lets out a breath.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already. You’re horny, huh?”

The man doesn’t know that him being wet is actually another man’s cum but doesn’t want to ruin it for him.

“Yes daddy. I’ve been waiting for you.”

The man slides more of his ass in and ashe opens his eyes and mouth wide while raising his eyebrows and letting out a breathy sigh. He makes sure the camera can see this from the reflection of the mirror and the centrally the man gets balls deep in.

“Is that good, huh? You like this dick?”

Ashe bites his lip and then lets go of it again.

“Oh yeah. Yes daddy. It’s so big.”

The man pulls back and then thrusts forward again. He fucks Ashe while pulling his head back by his hair with one hand and spreading his other hand over ashes lower back. Ashe moans and contours his face as he does this for a minute or so and then the man pulls out. He slaps his wet dick on ashes ass again. Strings of cum and ass juice forms with each slap and it covers his whole ass. His asshole winks and dribbles cum as this happens. The man repositions the camerand then pulls Ashe over to the toilet. He sits down and sits Ashe on his dick in his lap. Ashe is facing the camera and as he bounces up and down on the dick, he can see his tiny little nub of a dick flop up and down. He moans again and does everything he can to look like he’s loving it. Once he’s bored of this position, the man pulls down the arm beside the toilet and stands Ashe on his feet. He keeps his dick in ashes butt and bends him over. Ashe’s hands go through the gap in the arm then his head. His whole upper body fits through the gap and the man pushes Ashe down so that he’s basically kissing his thighs. The man rams Ashe in this position and gets deeper and harder as he goes. He grunts and moans and then Ashe feels his ass get flooded with cum. The man stops, slaps ashes ass and then walks over to the phone. He’s out of breath as he pick up the phone and points it right at ashes used hole.

“Push daddy’s load out. Show me just how big it is, baby.”

Ashe lies resting on his belly, supported by the rail and pushes his ass out. The hole opens and shows the red insides then the creamy white cum fills the enterance to his ass and dribbles down his taint, then his balls and falls onto the floor under him. The cum just keeps flowing and the man is impressed by how much he came, not realising half of it is a mix of 5 other guys’s cum. Ashe stops pushing and the man sticks his thumb in ashes hole.

“You like daddy’s dick? Did I fuck you good, baby? Fuck you hard and deep?”

Ashe moans yes and the man pulls his thumb out. He rips ashes fishnets all the way down his inner thigh down to his knees and some on his calves so that everyone outside will see that he just got fucked and then he grabs Ashe’s balls in one hand. He rubs his wet thumb over the small, smooth sack and then records himself spanking Ashe a few times. He ends the recording and lays the phone on the floor then pulls his shorts up. He cleans his hands in the sink and then goes to leave the room as Ashe gets up to his feet.

“You’re so hot. Thank you for that. My wife doesn’t put out anymore.”

Ashe put his thumb up.

“Oh yeah, I’m taking these too.”

He has the shorts with a cum stain in his hands. He sniffs them and then stuffs them in his back pocket.

“I can smell your pheromones on it.”

He leaves and Ashe chuckles, knowing that he just got a whiff of cum.

Chapter 5:

Ashe recovers gets to his feet. He sees the state that his fishnets are in and groans while picking his T-shirt up off of the floor and pulling it on over his head. The shirt is still long enough to cover ashes crotch, but just barely. He picks up his phone and heads out of the bathroom, trying not to be seen. He hears old women tutting at him and a guy even whistles at him. He leaves the groceries and just speed-walks through the parking lot until he gets to his car. He nearly gets to his car but a metre away, he can’t hold his ass closed anymore and a load of cum shoots out. It hits his legs and then his shoes and seeps in through the top of his converse. He gets into the car and immediately pulls out of the lot. The drive home is just as bumpy and each bump shoots out more cum. When Ashe gets home, the seat is soaked and so are his asscheeks. He scurried into his house and goes straight to the toilet to fart out the rest of the cum. He spends the time on the toilet blurring the man’s face in the video and uploading it to Redgifs then posting it in as many subreddits as he can. He also posts the video to his twitter and puts its on his private Snapchat story but doesn’t blur the man’s face in them. The rest of the day is spent with a dildo up his butt while reading all the comments and messages he got from the video.

Day3:

Chapter 1:

90’F. The hottest day of the year. The sun’s blaring and there’s little to now wind. You can’t spend a a day like this inside so Ashe had decided to go for a walk. The clicking of his boots against the concrete is complemented by the jingling of the spurs on the back of them. He has cowboy boots on over his smooth legs and they glisten in the sun. He’d liked his whole body up before leaving and wanted to show it off so chose the skimpiest outfit he could get away with. His boots go up to his mid thigh and everything from there up to his hip bones are on show because he’s wearing what can only be described as a denim thong. The tiny piece of fabric barely wraps over his crotch and the straps sit above his hips. The back of the “shorts” are completely lost in his ass so that from the back it looks like he’s naked from the bottom down. His ass ripples like water with each step and his thighs jiggle too. His chest is covered by a white button up shirt but he’s cropped it so that the bottom is just below his nipples, showing everything from his pelvis to his chest, and only had the bottom button down so that it’s nearly falling off his shoulders and shows his whole chest. He has a cowboy hat on and a piece of straw hanging out of his mouth. Apart from the boots, his outfit weighs no more than 20 grams and advertises all of his best assets. His skin shines and shimmers as he walks through the small country town he’s in. People walk past and gasp or laugh as they see him but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention. A lot of real cowboys are walking through the town and Ashe admires them as they walk past. A few catcall him and whistle but one actually grabs his ass.

“Hey there lil lady. Nice day isn’t it.”

His accent is a thick country one and it sounds like his teeth don’t open when he talks.

“Yeah it is. I’m just on my way to the beach.”

The man sees that Ashe doesn’t have anything else with him except for his phone.

“Well you can’t go in the sand in those boots, can you?”

Ashe looks down at his boots and then reaches into the side of the tight thong. He pulls out a couple $10 bills and shows them to the man.

“There’s a beach store there isn’t there?”

He nods and Ashe puts the bills back inbetween his asscheeks.

“It’s a far walk isn’t it. Wouldn’t you prefer me drive you there?”

Ashe looks at him and lifts the brim of his hat up. He thinks for a second and then nods.

“Yeah sure. Couldn’t hurt.”

The man flips the brim of ashes hat back down and smiles.

“That’s my truck right there. Come hop in.”

He points to a blue truck with a flatbed on the back and rust around the wheels. They walk across the road and to the truck and hop in. The doors creak open noisily and close with an even louder slam.

“It’s just up the road, we’ll be there in no time.”

Ashe nods and the man puts the truck into first gear and they drive off.

Chapter 2:

“I’m Lou. What about you?”

He keeps looking at the road as he asks.

“Ashe.”

He scoffs in a joking way.

“You’re not from round here are you?”

Ashe giggles.

“No, born and raised in the city.”

Lou moves his hand from the gearstick to ashes lap and runs his hand over ashes leg.

“Well, round here you pay gas money.”

Ashe had only brought enough for the swimming suit he was going to get so didn’t want to give that money away.

“Oh really? Where I’m from we pay in a different way.”

Lou looks at Ashe out of the corner of his eye and smirks. His thumb rubs closer to ashes crotch.

“And how’s that, lil lady?”

Ashe smiles as the car slows down and comes to a stop on the side of the country road.

“Oh, I’m sure you can have a guess, cowboy.”

He looks at Ashe and smiles then opens the driver side door. He steps out and calls Ashe over to him.

“Well, my guess is that you didn’t get into a truck with a flatbed for no reason.”

They smile at each other and Ashe takes a proper look at Lou. He’s got big muscles but they’re from working, not the gym. He’s tall and handsome. His blue jeans sit over his boots and his work shirt had the top 2 buttons undone and shoes his hairy, muscles chest. He has stubble and a strong jaw line but his eyes are hidden by his sunglasses. Light brown hair shoots out from the bottom of his hat and curls at the ends.

“And I think you don’t drive a a truck with a flatbed for no reason.”

He grabs the back wall of the flatbed and pulls it down so that it’s open.

“I think you’re right. City girl.”

He stands infront of Ashe and his rough hands lie on ashes shoulders as they talk. He takes his hat off and leans down to kiss Ashe. They lean back as they kiss and ashes hat fall off his head aswell. Ashe can feel Lou’s bulge press against his belly as they kiss and Lou grabs one of ashes legs and lifts it. He holds ashes knee up at his hip and holds it there while they kiss. Lou g then picks Ashe up by the leg and sits him on the flatbed.

“You’re all mine lil lady.”

He pushes Ashe on his back and rips open the last button of the shirt.

“I always heard that boys from the city make better girls but I never believed it. Is it true?”

Ashe nods and Lou’s hands rub all over ashes chest and pinch his nipples.

“Show me then.”

Lou climbs up onto the flat bed and stays on his hands and knees over Ashe while still kissing him.

Lou pulls off his shirt and Ashe sees his toned body.

“Wow. You don’t mind if I just…”

Ashe lifts his hands up and pulls his ands over the hard, muscly body.

“Oh baby, that’s not what you’ll be impressed by.”

He pulls off his big, thick leather belt and then pulls his jeans down too. His dick flips out and it’s bigger than ashes forearm, and probably thicker too.

“Fuck, how does that even fit in your jeans!”

Lou smirks and shakes it around in his hand, making it even harder and bigger until it’s standing at full attention and 11”. The huge dick blocks the sun and casts a shadow all the way from ashes belly button to the top of his head.

“You’ll be even more impressed when I fit it in you.”

He reaches over and grabs his belt again. He grabs ashes wrists and binds them with the belt tightly and securely. He grabs ashes wrists and pins them against the bed of the truck and manoeuvres his dick to ashes mouth. Ashe opens his mouth wide open and it’s barely fits in.

“Be a good girl and take it all.”

He slowly lowers his hips and the dick slides in. It’s goes past his teeth and then to the back of his throat and down it. His dick goes down ashes throat and creates a huge bulge in his throat. Ashe gags and coughs as it slides further and further. The dick gets past his throat and to collar bones then a bit more. It feels like the huge, godly dick is in Ashes lungs when Lou’s balls rest on his chin and his bushy pubes surround his nose.

“I’m impressed citygirl. Noones ever gone that far before.”

He holds his dick there for a few seconds and then pull it all the way out. He looks at ashes face and sees his eye makeup starting to stream down his cheeks.

“I also heard that boys from the city have the best pussies too. How true is that?”

Chapter 3:

Ashe is still catching his breath when Lou pulls on ashes thing and it slides over ashe’s oiled skin right down to his ankles. He looks at ashes little dick and laughs.

“I bet you didn’t even know a dick could get this big, did you?”

He flicks ashes dick with his finger and then lifts ashes legs up. The boots and thong go flying up and then rest upright like a flagpole as Lou examines ashes hole. His finger slides over ashes ass and teases the desperate hole. He pushes ashes legs further back until his feet are by his head.

“I did gymnastics for 7 years so I’m pretty flexible.”

Ashe grins and then Lou moves Ashe wrists so that ashes knees are behind his shoulders and his legs are behind his head. Lou pulls a lasso from the truck bed.

“What?! They’re real? I thought they were just in movies.”

Lou holds it up and smiles.

“No, they’re very real… and very useful.”

He puts ashes ankles in the loop of the rope and then tightens it so that his feet are stuck behind his head. Ashes whole body is exposed and helpless to Lou but Ashe thinks that it could be worse.

“ you think you deserve boots like these?”

Lou brand the sole of ashes boots and waits for a response.

“Well, I’ve had some real cowboy in me and I fell like I will again. So yeah.”

Ashe winks his asshole but Lou doesn’t notice.

“Well, I don’t think you do and you’re in place to argue.”

He pulls the boots off of ashes feet and see the cute hello kitty socks under them.

“And that why, citygirl.”

He drops the boots off the side of the truck and moves his attention back to ashes feet.

“You don’t like hello kitty?”

Ashe asks sarcastically.

“Take a guess.”

Lou pinches the end of the sock and pulls it off. He sees ashes white painted toenails and rubs the soles of ashes feet. He’s soft and gentle with ashes feet and then pins them down to the truck with one hand and grabs his dick in other hand again.

“You still think you can take it all?”

Ashe’s eyes widen and his eyebrows drop.

“All?! No you can’t put it all in. It’ll rip me in-“

Ashes sentence is cut short by the thick tip pushing into his ass. The tip slides in and stretches Ashe wide and then the shaft slides in too.

“Oh my god. Lou please. It’s too big.”

Lou grabs the socks and stuffs them in ashes mouth.

“Ssshh. You’ll be fine.”

The shaft feels like it’s a mile long and won’t ever stop coming. It gets to the farthest Ashe has ever taken a dick and then pushes past the barrier. Ashes eyes water and his head cocks back as he screams into the socks.

“Nearly there. I bet you’ll take it all.”

The shaft keeps coming and Ashe can feel it pushing his belly out and bulging past his belly button. His guts get shoved out of the way as the giant dick fills his body. Finally a pair of heavy, full balls hit ashes asscheeks and he can’t help but shake.

“Holy shit. You actually did it. Where’s a girl like you on my ranch?”

He holds his dick where it is and look down to see the shape of his dick poking out of ashes belly.

“I guess citygirls do have the best pussies. Now I need to know what else this pussy can do.”

Ashe look up at him and screams no as loud as he can into the socks but Lou just smiles.

“Yes? Ok, whatever’s you want.”

He pulls his dick back and Ashe can feel his guts fall back into the places they should be and then once they all fall back into place the dick comes back to where it was. Ashe shakes and moans loudly as it fills him again.

“Mmm. Good girl.”

The dick pulls back again and then slams hard into ashes body and it feels like it hits his lungs. His body jerks and struggles as he moans and breathes heavily. Back again and then another slam into ashes soul. Lou grunts and then starts to fuck Ashe. His thrusts are hard and deep. He holds his free hand on ashes belly to feel his own dick and stop Ashe from squirming. He’s rough and grunts loudly as he fucks Ashe. Countless thrusts later and he pulls the socks out of ashes mouth

“You like that, citygirl?”

Ashe has to keep his eyes closed and his mouth wide open.

“YESSSS!!!!!”

He screams as loud as he can and Lou brings his head down and kisses ashes neck which makes Ashe blow his clear, inferior load all over his own belly.

“Haha. Seems like you really like it.”

Ashe just mumbles incoherently and screams. Lou scoops up a bit of the load and sticks it in ashes mouth which he sucks up eagerly.

“Oh, so you want my cum too? Is that it?”

He thrusts hard, deep and fast again.

“Y-y-y-y-YESSSS!!!!!!”

Lou’s sweat drips onto Ashe like a shower and covers him.

“I can do that then.”

He fucks Ashe deep and fast again for longer. It feels like a lifetime to Ashe but it’s really 20 minutes. After a while Lou stops and then pushes his dick as deep as he can into Ashe and holds it there. He grabs ashes head and kisses him as he holds it there.

“You ready for this?”

All Ashe can do is drool and main at this point so Lou pulls him in and kisses him hard in the mouth. A huge explosion of hit cum fills ashe up even more and actually makes his stomach bloat up. Lou grunts loudly into ashes mouth and then stands back on his knees with his dick still in ashe.

“Fuck, you really know what you’re doing.”

He pulls his dick out and ashes hole shoots cum out. It shoots out for 10 seconds like a fountain and covers the floor of the bed. Ashes hole can’t close and moves like a mount while never touching. Lou pulls his shirt and jeans back on and jumps out of the truck.

“Well, I guess yku should be getting to the beach now.”

He strolls round to the drivers seat and turns on the radio. Ashe is still tied up and mumbling nonsense in the back as the truck takes off.

Chapter 4:

Each bump in the road makes the cum slosh onto Ashe and makes his guts mover around again. After a couple minutes they get to the beach and Lou jumps out again. He loosens the lasso and ashes legs spring up and fall down to the truck again. He loosens his wrists aswell and Ashe just lies there. Lou pulls ashes thong back up and over his crotch but it gets instantly saturated with cum leaking out of ashes ass. He buttons ashes shirt too and then puts ashes hat in his head.

“Sorry about your boots, I forgot them back there. This should cover it though.”

He folds a $100 bill and slips it in ashes waistband like a stripper.

“This is your stop though so I guess the rides over.”

He picks Ashe up and places him on the sand beside the car. Ashe looks up, still trying to recover from the brutal fucking.

“See you around citygirl.”

Lou gets back in the truck and drives off, away from the beach. Ashe takes a few minutes to calm himself and then gets up to his hands and knees. His asshole still can’t close and he still feels Lou’s dick in his stomach. He tries to stand up but falls back down to his hands and knees straight away. After 20 more minutes, Ashe tries to get up again and succeeds. His asshole is still leaking and his legs are shiny with Lou’s cum. He stumbles into the store on the beach and puts on a pair of sunglasses in an attempt to hide his flushness. He looks through the swimwear section and sees the exact swimsuit he wants. It’s practically a handful of string and nothing else but that what Ashe wants. He takes the bikini to the till and pulls out that bills from his thong. He see the $100 that Lou gave him and sees a phone number and an address on it. He pays with the rest of the money and uses the store bathroom to change. A thin black string runs from one of his hips, past his dick and past the other hip. The bikini is 1 cm wide and leaves everything out. A little bit extra fabric is on the crotch but it’s just 2 inches wide and on the very bottom so Ashe has to hide his dick between his legs so it doesn’t pop out. The top is the same 1 cm string over his nipples and then it wraps over one of his shoulders too. The string doesn’t even cover his whole nipple, let alone his chest. He leaves the bathroom and grabs a pair of platform cork sandals that he bought and leaves.

Chapter 5:

The beach is busy and full of people. Ashe walks for a bit and then finds a spot to tan in. He lays his old clothes down beside him and lies down to catch a tan. His ass sticks up on the air, still leaking down his taint, and his dick rest between his thighs. He falls asleep for a bit and after an hour or so, he turns over. His back arches from the size of his ass and his dick is somehow still hidden. He goes to sleep again and when he wakes up his whole body is a perfect tan so he stands up. His asshole is nearly able to close but still has a couple millimetres gap, so a little trickle still comes out but all of Lou’s cum had now fully leaked out. With nothing else to do on the beach he decides to go to the beach bar on the wood sidewalk. He walks back past all the people and by this point it’s 4pm so everyone’s more relaxed and mostly lying or sitting down. He gets onto the wood sidewalk and slides his wedges on and walks to the bar that’s got music playing just as loud as the bustle from the customers. He walks past the people in the nearly full bar and sits down at the bar.

“Just a water please.”

The bartender swivels round from cleaning glasses and sees ashe sitting on the stool, practically naked. The man nods and then fills a glass with water and slides it to him. Ashe takes his first drink of water in hours and lets out a refreshed sigh after he does.

“Hot day isn’t it? Hottest all year I think.”

Ashe has his phone pulled out and his small bundle of clothes on his lap. He’s ordering an Uber to get home as the bartender talks to him.

“Uh, yeah. I think it is. Great for a tan.”

Ashe pulls the pathetic string on his chest and sees a thin park line around his chest. The man takes full notice of Ashes body and thinks to himself for a minute.

“Yeah. I am a boy. Deal with it.”

The waiter puts his hands up and walks away. Ashe finishes the glass of water and after 15 minutes of scrolling through instagram and he Uber arrives outside. Ashe still has a couple dollar bills so leaves them on the countertop just to be nice. He stands up and walk off, out of the now crowded bar. He bumps into people and gets pushed until he gets to the door. Most men don’t even notice him because of how short he is but all of their girlfriends do and give Ashe dirty looks to which he responds with a sarcastic smile. The car sits outside and Ashe goes up to the driver side window.

“Are you Abraham?”

The driver nods and ashe climbs into the back seat. The driver offers ashe a bottle of water and he takes it as he discards his clothes on the seat beside him. He drinks the water as the driver reads him his address and asks if that’s right.

“Yep. That’s me.”

The car starts and as soon as ashes head leans back on the car seat headrest he falls asleep. He only wakes up when the car stops and the man is telling Ashe to wake up. His eyes open and he takes in his surroundings.

“Alright. This is the destination. You’re free to leave.”

Ashe hastily grabs all of his stuff and thanks the man as he gets out of the car, still in his minuscule bikini, and walks up his driveway to his house. He unlocks the door and throws the clothes onto the floor, keeping his phone and the $100 tight in his fist. As soon as he gets upstairs, he jumps onto his bed and puts his phone and the bill onto his nightstand. His asshole can finally close now and he smiles, thinking about the day. He can’t help but stick a couple fingers up his butt as he types all of Lou’s information into his phone and then he falls back asleep. His fingers are still in his ass and it’s only 5:30pm but he falls straight asleep again with his body spread out.

Day 4:

Chapter 1:

7 am and the alarm blares again. Ashe wakes with a startle and looks at himself through the mirror on his roof until he’s ready to get up. After a few seconds of staring at himself, he reaches his hand over and turns off his alarm. That had been the longest sleep Ashe had taken in years so he wakes up feeling very refreshed which is good because today isn’t any normal day. It’s Comic-Con. Ashe gets up and strolls to his bathroom where he takes a shower and listens to music while he’s still waking up. He walks out of the shower, still dripping wet, and applies all of his daily moisturisers and other skincare products. He dries off and blow dries his hair and then walks back into his bedroom, still naked. He reaches into his wardrobe again and pulls out a tiny white crop top with gloomy bear on it and a bright pink velvet track suit. It’s small and tight so he lays it on his bed while he picks his shoes, chunky white Fila disruptors. The shoes lay on the floor as he pulls out a very thin g-string from one of his drawers and pulls it on. He pulls the tracksuit on too and it hugs all the right places. The pink velvet jacket is cropped and he keeps it zipper down slightly so that you can see the design on his top. His nipples re very hard and noticeable through the top and exposed by the jacket. Everything from his ribs down to his waist are exposed and shows off his new tan very nicely. Next, he pull on the bottoms and they slide over his ass then pop up once they’re past the widest part. They have the word “juicy” over his ass in white crystals and hugs his ass tightly. A pair of white ankle socks and then the shoes and he’s ready again. He grabs a bag off of the floor beside his bedroom door and walks out. He grabs his car keys from the hallway and leaves his house, getting into his car and driving to his best friend’s house. He arrives at her house and knocks on the door.

Chapter 2:

Footsteps thunder up to the door from inside and then the door bursts open with a scream.

“AAAAAAASSHHE!!”

Leah, his best friend, stands in the door way with her arms outstretched for a hug and her and eyes mouth wide open. Leah jumps up then down and then onto Ashe. Leah is taller than Ashe and very busty. Ashe screams with excitement too but gets cut off when Leah’s huge tits smother his face and they just jump on the spot instead. Leah pulls away and the drawstring of her satin dressing gown pulls away which exposes her whole front to the whole street. Leah pulls Ashe in by the wrist and then drops her dressing gown all the way off and walks off into living room of the house.

“Bitch. I love the outfit but you have to take that shot off.”

Leah stands in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips while staring at Ashe.

“Haha ok. You got your costume ready?”

Ashe slides off the shoes and then the bottoms and top until he’s also completely naked and standing in the middle of the room.

“Of course babe. Princess Leia.”

She stomps into the next room and Ashe follows. When they get in, Leah holds up a slave Leia costume that looks to be 3 sizes too small.

“Are you sure they’re gonna hold your tits?”

Leah smirks and holds the bikini up to her chest.

“Of course not! That’s the fun part.”

Ashe drops his bag and reaches in it then pulls out his own costume.

“Harley Quinn.”

A pair of extremely ripped fishnets, a red bikini bottom, black and red striped bikini top and a red leather jacket.

“Yes bitch! That’s all you. I bet it’ll look amazing.”

Both of them grin and then pull on their minuscule costumes. Ashe’s fishnets only have a few normal holes in them because 90% of them have been ripped by him or another man. His bikini bottoms sit neatly over his crotch and the bikini top shows how hard his nipples are. Leah’s tots are popping out of her top and her nipples are barely covered. Her ass isn’t fully covered by the piece of fabric that hangs from her waist band and her asscheeks are on full display at both sides.

“Bitch! that’s sooooo good!”

Both of them are exited and then sit down at the table in the room. It’s a makeup table covered in makeup, lights and mirrors and they both immediately get to work. Ashe gives himself smeared makeup and Leah recreates the movie makeup perfectly.

“Oh yeah, I brought this for later today too.”

Ashe opens up his bag again and pulls out a D.va bodysuit.

“Can I take some of this for later at the con?”

Leah finished her makeup and looks at the little bodysuit.

“Of course babe. Any time.”

Ashe kisses Leah’s cheek and squeezes her arm and shoves some makeup into the bag. Both their faces of makeup are finished now and they get up and walk into Leah’s bedroom.

“Thanks for being in this weeks posts. They’ve all been asking for someone like you.”

Ashe sits down on the big bed as Leah pulls out a big camera.

“What, a fag?”

They look at each other and laugh.

“Hahaha yeah!”

Leah pulls out a tripod and props the camera up on it facing the bed. She hits the record button and climbs onto the bed with Ashe. They’re both smiling flirtily and wriggling. They both get in their knees and then twerk towards the camera. Leah’s huge ass claps like thunder and ashes ass ripples like water with each pulse. Ashes tiny dick is held tightly in the bikini bottom and doesn’t move, it’s not even seen from the back. They both twerk and giggle before Leah reaches down beside the bed and pulls a huge dildo up.

“Mmm. You want all that in you? You want this big, fat, cock?”

Ashe moans and bites his lip. Leah pushes Ashe over onto his back and slides the bikini to the side.

“You’re so tight. So fucking tight.”

Leah pokes her finger on ashes asshole and the. Presses the tip of the dildo against ashes ass.

“Oh fuck. Please. I need it in me daddy. Fuck me daddy.”

Ashe holds his legs back by his shoulders as Leah slides the dildo in and thrusts it. Ashe moans loudly and exaggeratedly.

“Oh fuck! It’s so fucking big! Harder daddy!”

Leah flicks Ashe with the dildo for a couple minutes and then its ashes turn. He grabs the dildo and teases Leah’s pussy. She moans and begs just like Ashe did and moans just as much when she gets fucked. After a few more minutes of this, Leah pulls a massive double ended dildo out and both of them sit right infront of the camera. The moan and gag as they each suck one side each. They make it sloppy and wet as their spit bubbles each time the dildo slides down their throats. At the same time, they both deepthroat the dildo and their lips touch in the middle. They kiss hard with the dildo deep down both of their throats and the bulge is obvious in both of their necks. They only pull away when they both need air with a gasp. They go back to sucking and grab all over each others bodies. After a few minutes of this, they pull the dislike away and Leah slides one end of the dildo into her pussy which causes Ashe to grab the other end and shove it in his ass. They sit on their knees with the soles of their feet touching and both push their bodies back. The dildo disappears into them and they lean forward to reveal it again. They both moan loudly, practically screaming, and lean back again. They repeat this motion as their loud moans roll over each other and can probably be heard down the street. Their asscheeks slap against each other with claps and they use the dildo for a few more minutes. After this, Leah climbs off the bed and grabs the camera, a big buttplug and a syringe of thick, gooey, white liquid. Leah gets a close up of ashe’s gaping ass and then puts the nozzle of the litre syringe into it.

“Oh shit. Fill me daddy. I want you to get me pregnant. Please fill me daddy.”

Leah pushes the back of the syringe and fills ashes ass with the fake cum. After half the liquid is in, leah pulls the syringe back and shows the camera how wet and gooey ashes ass is. She shoves the the big jewel buttplug in. Ashe returns the favour and grabs the camera then pushes the rest of the goo into Leah’s ass too. Leah fills ashes ass with a butt plug too and they both look into the camera.

“Come meet us at Comic-Con. we’ll have these in all day.”

They make out one more time and then turn off the camera.

“Ok, give me one minute babe.”

Leah grabs her laptop from the bedside table and plugs a cable in between the camera and the laptop.

“That’s it up on onlyfans and…”

Leah crops out the first couple minutes of the video and only keeps the last bit and then posts it on twitter.

“… and twitter too. That’s us done until we’re there.”

They sit quietly and both look at their phones until Leah gets up and walks to her en-suite.

“I’m gonna go get rid of all this. Is my makeup still looking good?”

Ashe looks her over and examines her face.

“Maybe just touch it up. Looks good. You’re not keeping it in all day?”

Leah laughs as she disappears into the bathroom but keeps the door open.

“Are you kidding me? That’s crazy.”

“I’ll do it. Couldn’t hurt to get another video when we’re there.”

There’s a moment of silence as Leah thinks and then shouts back.

“You better not squirt that shit out on my car seats.”

they both laugh and Ashe says he won’t.

Chapter 3.

Leah gets finished farting out all of the fake cum into the toilet and then they’re ready to leave. Ashe pulls on a pair of high heeled chuck taylors while Leah puts on a normal pair of sandals and they leave. Ashe leaves all of his stuff at Leah’s while they’re at the convention and the whole 2 hour drive is spent listening to women rapping about being sluts and reading the funniest or most entertaining replies to the video.

“Oh, oh. This is a good one.”

Ashe coughs to clear his throat and then puts on a deeper voice to impersonate the commenter.

“You didn’t tell daddy you have a sister. Oh and then he comments on the again a couple minutes later. Wait… I’m not gay I just didn’t see that. Hahahahaha.”

They both laugh as Leah drives them. They eventually get to the convention and step out of the car in the parking lot. Thankfully it’s still quite warm because if it was cold they’d both freeze. They walk through the concrete parking lot and see the usual mix of skinny, nerdy guys and fat, greasy, nerdy guys with a handful of other cosplayers there too. They get to the actual convention centre and that’s where all the actual cosplayers actually are. There’s countless women with their chest on full show and tiny pieces of fabric as their cosplays so Ashe and Leah fit right in. Leah pulls out her phone as they walk through the bright, full, front room of the hall.

“Come on. Show everyone that you’re staying true to your word.”

Ashe slides the bikini bottom to the side even though the jewel of the plug is atleast five times wider than the string and bends over. the jewel is fully exposed and Leah giggles as she records this. The tip of ashes tiny dick pokes out of the bikini bottom and ashe has to quickly push it back into the position it had been delicately put in before. Leah laughs at this and ashes stands up with his sad excuse for manhood hidden again. They walk through the halls and countless guys stare at them or secretly take photos. A few guys ask to take photos with them and they oblique no matter how smelly, fat, gross or greasy they are. After half an hour of walking around, taking photos with props and looking at the stalls, Leah wanders off to get something to eat while Ashe stays in the hall. He walks for a few more minutes and looks at more stalls until a man asks for a picture.

“Um… hey. I saw you over there and I think I might have seen you on twitter.”

He’s already basically standing over Ashe and he gets a good look at the man. He’s fairly tall but also chubby. His long black hair falls on his shoulders and leaves slick marks where the grease lingers in his clothes. His face is greasy aswell and he’s wearing the typical nerd uniform. An overwatch T-shirt, blue jeans and some generic Nike running shoes.

“Oh yeah? What did you see? Was it from my streams?”

He looks puzzled as his mouth hangs open and his hot breath hits ashes head.

“Uh, no. I saw you from Leahbaby’s account. Y’know. The video where you-“

Ashe stops him before everyone around them hears what he’s going to say.

“Oh yeah. I remember that video. I guess you liked it then.”

He nods and smiles with his mouth still wide open.

“So what did you want? Just to compliment the video?”

His face goes more serious and his hands whip to ashe. One of his hands grabs ashes waist while the other prods inbetween his asscheeks until it finds the buttplug.

“No no. I wanted to see if you still have all that cum inside you.”

Ashes eyes go as wide as they can and he jerks back.

“Woah, you can’t just grab like that ok. Not cool.”

The man’s facial expression doesn’t change and he stares Ashe down which makes him uncomfortable.

“You said you’ll have it in all day and I want to see it.”

He looks more serious now and mouth is nearly closed.

“Oh ok. There’ll be a video up later or I can send you one if you sub to my onlyfans I guess.”

His hands clench into fists.

“No. I want to see it now. You said that you love me and I want to see it now.”

Ashe is lost for words as he tries to figure out what the man had just said.

“What. I said that I… love you? What are you talking about?”

His face softens a bit and he looks down at Ashe.

“I’m your daddy. You said it yourself, I’m your daddy and you love my dick. Look.”

He pulls out his phone and the Lock Screen is just a photo of ashe bending over and showing the camera his asshole.

“That’s not- it’s just a - I don’t.”

Ashe takes a minute and I think of why he’s saying and to see if the man’s being serious. He is.

“It’s just a thing that we say… in the industry I mean, I dont even know your name.”

his face straightens again.

“It’s daddy to you. Daddy for my kitten.”

Ashe didn’t find the man attractive or appealing in any way but for some reason, the way he said that triggered ashes daddy issues and made him instantly horny.

“Ok, well I guess I could maybe show you in there.”

Ashe points to a conference room connected to the wall of the big convention hall.

“Of course kitten follow me.”

The man walks away with clumpy steps and Ashe follows him to the conference room. He opens the door and invites ashe in with a hand gesture which ashe accepts. When ashe walks into the empty room, the man walks in behind him and locks the door.

“You’re all mine now kitten.”

Chapter 4:

The man pounces onto Ashe and grabs ahold of him tightly. He pulls on the leather jacket and yanks it off of him which makes the little Harley Quinn themed backpack on ashes back fall onto the floor beside the jacket. Ashe is left standing in the sun room wearing only a bikini set and fishnets as the man has a fierce look in his eyes.

“Ok, look. Maybe I should just get out of here actually. I don’t know if- “

The man wraps his hand over Ashe mouth and coos him.

“Shhh baby. It’s alright. Daddy’s here now.”

His free hand goes straight back to the buttplug and he moans as he pushes his fingers against it. The man pushed Ashe to the floor and pulls the bikini bottoms off. Ashe is too frightened to scream or make noise because of how unhinged the man seems so just lets him. The man pulls off the bikini bottom and then the top and stuffs them into his pocket. He pulls off the high heel converse and puts them to the side.

“You must have seen my comments then. You know that fishnets are my favourite. I knew you loved me.”

The man’s fingers grasp and pull at what’s left of the destroyed fishnets and pulls them hard to rip them until they’re completely ruined and just one long string.

“Oh wow. I’ve never had a girl naked infront of me.”

The man pulls his phone out of his phone and quickly takes a photo of Ashe on the floor before he can react. Ashe tries to cover himself but it’s too late and the photo’s already been taken. Ashe has hunks about what the man said and how obvious it is that he’s a virgin but gets cut off when the man lunges forward. His lips lock onto ashes chin and bottom lip and suck hard. Ashe can taste that the man had been eating noodles and monster earlier and this didn’t surprise him. The man moans and fumbles as he tries to pull down his jeans.

“You’re my wife now. That’s what this means. I own you now.

The man finally manages to get his jeans down and his ,slightly below average, dick pokes out from his underwear. He pulls down the underwear too and pushes his duck against ashe’s leg. The man rubs his dick back and forth from ashes thigh to his hip bone a handful of times until he cums and shoots his load all over ashes leg.

“Oh fuck, that was so good. Not a virgin anymore now. Epic.”

The man gets up onto his feet.

“Can I go now… daddy?”

The man looks disinterested at Ashe but thinks to himself.

“No. I own you now. You know that. I own you.”

He pulls the bikini bottoms out from his pocket and plays with it.

“Oh but… Im hungry now.”

That’s ashes best excuse on the spot and he prays to god that it works.

“Oh yeah. That’s was pretty long and hard. Hahaha.”

The man’s fake laugh stops as quickly as it starts and he stares down at Ashe.

“We’ll get up then. Well get you something to eat and then go home.”

Ashe gets up to his feet, which the man stares at, and Ashe looks up at him.

“I can’t go out like this.”

“Like what?”

“Naked.”

The man plays with the bikini more and bites his lip to think.

“These are mine now though. I want you to be naked now though.”

“I can’t… daddy. I have another in my bag.”

Ashe cringes while saying daddy but the man doesn’t notice.

“Ok then. Change, slave.”

Ashe gives him a dirty look but the man doesn’t react and Ashe pulls out his D.va costume. The man’s eyes widen and he grins from ear to ear.

“You saw all my comments, you’re the best wife.”

Ashe pulls the tiny suit on over his body as the man watches and it’s extremely tight. Leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Ok, we can go now.”

The man holds ashes shoes and bag which only had makeup in it so that Ashe has nothing on him except for the very thin fabric around his body and the hair flips from the costume. The man lingers behind Ashe until the man tells ashe to go to the toilets.

“I need a piss. Wait here for me baby.”

He walks into the men’s toilets and as soon as he’s out of eye sight, ashe runs off. He gets as far away as he can. He gets to the other side of the hall before he hears the man shouting for him outside the bathroom. Ashe runs into Leah who was strolling around the stalls and browsing all the items to buy.

“Oh. You have your other cosplay on. I guess you had a good time in the other one then.”

Leah winks and ashe grabs Leah’s hand to pull her away.

“Yeah. Something like that. I think we need to go though.”

Ashe pulls on Leah hard and Leah follows while trying not to fall over.

“Geez. Ok. We’re going. Atleast tell me what happened.”

Ashe doesn’t look backward and keeps leading them through the crowd.

“Later babe.”

They get through the hall and to the front entrance without any bother and take no one asks for photos with Ashe now because he has the complete wrong hair and makeup for the costume and a few people are observant enough to notice the tiny bulge he has. they get through the front door and to the parking lot where they hastily walk tool the car.

“So, what happened babes?”

“Just some creep being a creep. Forget it.”

Leah can see that it was upsetting to Ashe but she could also see that now wasn’t the time to ask about it so she just left it.

“Ok. Well I guess we just go home then.”

Ashe nods as Leah says this but then stops in his tracks.

“Oh fuck. It’s coming back. Quick, get your camera out.”

Leah pulls out her phone and starts recording as Ashe frantically tries to unzip his suit but can’t do resorts to just ripping the ass and crotch open. As soon as the suit rips open, the plug flies out and so does a waterfall of thick, gooey fake cum. Ashe moans loudly and dramatises this for the camera and then falls to his back in the puddle of cum. The sticks his fingers into his ass and the fabric around them immediately saturated and gets soaked.

“Ok, maybe we should do this in the car.”

Leah pauses the video and pulls Ashe to his hands and knees then leads him to the back seat of her car. When they both get in, Leah resumes the video and ashe continues fingering his hole while they both moan and squirm. Leah props up the phone on a phone stand in the front of the car that creates a perfect view for the backseat. The video continues as both of them finger themselves at the same time and then eat each other out and eventually both of them get covered in Leah’s squirt and all of their makeup falls off. The video ends with them both I front of the camera desperately doing their best aheago and moaning while drooling.

Chapter 5:

“Fuck. I just cleaned this car last week. You’re paying half this time.”

“Ok ok. I’ll pay it all. This was too much fun to pass up on.”

Leah accepts the offer and they both get into the front seats and make the drive back to their houses.

“Upload that. I think that’ll do really good.”

“What should I call it?”

“Um… I don’t know… something like, D.va drowns in princess Leia’s squirt and cums for you.”

Ashe uploads the video under that name to onlyfans and crops all the best bits out but uploads and 20 second version of the video to twitter and the rest of the car ride home is spent reading all the best comments again. Leah drops off Ashe at his home and they hug before Ashe leaves the car.

“You look good in that suit. You should do more videos in it.”

Ashe smiles as he steps out of the car.

“Awww, thanks babe. You know I’m free most of the time so we could record whenever you want… and I always have guys on speeding too.”

Leah grins and they both say bye as ashe shuts the door and walks to his front door. Leah speeds off with music blaring. As soon as he gets in the door, ashe looks through his twitter mentions, he sees his usual thousand comments, new followers and other types of interactions but the first thing in his timeline is from an account he doesn’t recognise. There’s a block of two videos and two photos so he looks at them. First, there’s a photo of ashe from behind wearing his Harley Quinn cosplay and the video zooms in on all parts of his body. There’s then a photo of ashes cosplay lain out on a floor with what looks like cum all over it. The next block is the photo of Ashe that he’d taken earlier. It showed Ashe on his back looking up at the camera with surprise. His dick looked as small as ever and thankfully the angle actually made his waist look nice and small. The last block is a video of the man cumming all over the clothes with ashes Reddit on his monitors and him moaning as he jerks off. The comments ask who Ashe is but he refuses to tell them because he still thinks that Ashe is now his wife so he instead tells them to fuck off or find their own wife. Ashe goes to bed after a few hours of switching between watching TikTok’s, looking through Pinterest and replying to onlyfans dms.