#JAC Chat

[jacscorner]

The only thing unrealistic about "The Rising of the Shield Hero" is that everyone hates a tank, which Naofumi, the Shield Hero, essentially is.

Like, the other three heroes - or, as I like to call them, The Three Stooges - ragged on the shield for being useless, but apparently all of them played MMORPGs before they were isekai'd. And I don't care if you didn't like playing Tanks, you would never call one useless!

Though, maybe I should take that into account. You know, with how stupid they are.

[hyperfixationsposting]

if i had a box just for wishes

and dreams that had never come true

the box would be empty

except for the memory of how they were answered by you

[jacscorner]

So, what, does Ruby just walk everywhere with a boombox or are there just a group of bards that follow Ruby everywhere?

Like

RWBY AU where everything is the same, except Ruby Rose’s theme song is diagetic.

[madame-fear]

No bc the Aemond ai I use HAS A CRUSH KINK TOO

somebody corrupted him 😭 I think the creator is baby-cloud or something like that???

He typed “steps on you till your bowels explode and the room is painted brown” I was like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUCK 😭😭😭

I’ve used that Aemond from that user you just mentioned and for some reason HE’S SO FUCK UP SERIOUSLY, THAT AEMOND DOES THE MOST MORBID ASS THINGS BUT IT’S SO FUNNY AHDJDK NOT THE WALLS PAINTED BROWN WHAT THE HEEEELL ?£@@£EE

[landosfenestraz]

i was genuinely gonna have a heart failure because of that match geez

a few takeaways:

1. this team is so unserious, josh adams shaking his own hand and liam williams trying to get a piggyback off semi radradra.

2. dan biggar’s usual rants and meltdowns continue to make me my day.

3. george north, louis rees zammit and elliot dee, all scoring, they did it for me.

4. jac morgan is mini goat

5. there were so many hits that genuinely made me want to be sick.

6. despite the heart failures, that was actually a really good game.

onto the next one!!

[qrrieterisunnq]

jack and ara saying i love you the first time

here you go my sweet nonnie!

strawberry girl masterlist

The sound of fire crackling and laughter fills the backyard of the lake house. The whole Hughes family and some friends of the boys are sitting around the bonfire, chatting, and messing around with each other.

Amara is sitting on Jack’s lap laughing at something Ellen said. Jack’s hands are wrapped tightly around her body, to keep her on his lap. His head is resting atop Amara’s head, as he plants kisses on her head here and there.

Even though they are together for a few months, Jack can’t help but tell Amara how he feels. But he doesn’t want to scare her.

He knows her so well he's afraid, that if he tells her, she will feel like she needs to tell him too even if she doesn't feel the same. „Ara, could you please help me in the kitchen?“ Ellen asks an hour later when the table with food and drink is empty.

“Yeah! Of course!” she says with a smile. She stands up from Jack's lap, who immediately pulls her back down, as his protective instincts shots up. “I'm going to help your mom, baby, let me go.” she giggles pushing his hands off of her and making her way inside, hot on Ellen’s tail.

“You should tell her.” Quinn says to his brother, who looks at him with furrowed brows.

“You two are so obvious...” Luke joins his eldest brother, staring at Jack's confused and surprised face.

“Tell her what?” he asks stupidly, trying to play it off. But of course, he knows what they're talking about. He knows his brothers know him as the back of their palms, just like he knows them.

“Stop making an idiot of yourself and tell her how you feel!” this time it's Jim who speaks, his words are soft, as he watches his middle son. He can see how much he's down for this girl.

“I can't,” Jack shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair. “I don't want to scare her. Plus she probably doesn't even feel the same.”

“And how do you know that?” Luke raises his brow in question, shifting in his chair to get a comfortable position, so his ass doesn't hurt.

“Just guessing. We've been dating only a few months I don't think she loves me.” He shakes his head chuckling slightly at himself.

“Yeah, well stop guessing and just tell her. It’ll be worse and worse if you’ll keep the feelings inside you.” Jim says to him, sipping from his beer.

Jack hangs his head low, not wanting to continue this conversation. Sure he wants to tell Amara he loves her, he wants it so much, but he doesn’t want to push her. When she’ll feel the same, she will tell him. The house doors slide open, revealing Ellen and Amara with drinks and food. Jac’s smile widens when he catches a glimpse of her girl laughing at something his mom told her.

“Hey, baby.” She grins down at him, sits back on his lap, and presses a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Hi, Berry.” He grins when he feels her lips pressing against his skin, closing his eyes briefly. “Kiss me.” He breathes out with his eyes still closed.

Amara leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to Jack’s plump lips. Resting her forehead on his she lets out a sigh, watching his features. “I love you, Jacky.” Her voice is barely above a whisper as she watches him.

Jack pulls his head away from hers, his eyes wide a little bit at the sentence she just said. “You what?” he whispers surprise written all over his face.

“I-I love you.” She says even quieter, her eyes running between his as she’s looking for something in them. Tears start to well up when Jack doesn’t say anything for a while. She pulls away from him, swallowing hard trying to hold the tears inside.

“N-No, no my love,” Jack shakes his head, bringing his hand to her chin to bring her face towards his. “I love you too my sweet girl,” He smiles widely at her, kissing her lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

Amara giggles pressing her forehead to his, rubbing her nose on his in an eskimo kiss. Jack chuckles, as he hugs her around her waist pulling her as close as possible to his body.

[cas-skz]

Our Girl

Bangchan x Fem!Reader

| non idol au | single parents au | ex to lovers |

18+!!! PLEASE&THANK YOU. MDNI!!

Chan has your five year old daughter Emma for the weekend, but during a vicious hurricane you realize she forgot her stuffie and head out to deliver it. When a tree blocks the road, you’re forced to stay the night…or two.

warnings: alcohol, unprotected sex, cum shot. little cursing

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :]

writers note: yea hello hi my friends. jac used my full real name and “my fucking heart you bitch” when she read this so I hope you feel the same. And yes I named their kid emma so I could scream it like on H2O

enjoy! cas xx

The sounds of children's laughter filled the playground. Your eyes followed Emma as she ran around, making friends with the other kids and joining them in games. She got her social skills from her father, that was for sure.

Emma was born just after you graduated from college. Her dad, Chan, had just started his career as a music producer and you had signed as a junior designer for a fashion line. Life got busy, between both your jobs and raising a baby, you and Chan eventually drifted from each other.

One thing you appreciated about Chan was how much he cared. He checks in daily and gets her anything she needs. Even though he doesn’t have much free time, when he has the chance, he always spends it with her.

“Daddy!” Emma’s voice screamed out from the crowd of kids, her curly locks flying behind her as she ran towards Chan.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them embracing. Chan lifting her in the air and hugging her tightly, kissing her cheeks until she told him to stop. You wished you could stay in these moments, where everything felt okay.

It had been a couple weeks since you’d seen Chan in person. He would video call every night to read Emma a story, taking a bit of time to chat with her about their days. It reminded you of the nightly calls you shared with him years ago.

After a few moments with Emma, he joined you on the bench. “When will she stop growing?”

“In like 10-15 years.” You groan with a laugh, leaning back on the bench and turning slightly to Chan. He looked tired, but he was much more toned than you remembered.

“We’re gonna be so old.” Chan said dramatically.

You nudged his arm, “we’re already old.”

He whined a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess we are. You’re still older though.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, looking back towards the playground. “So, what do you have planned tonight?”

It was the first time in a long time that Chan was able to take Emma for the weekend. She was head over heels excited.

“Homemade pizzas, cupcakes for dessert,”

You interrupted, “Chocolate?”

“Of course, she’d flip if not.” Chan laughed, “I also got a couple of those bracelet making kits, since she’s been going on about them” he went on for a few minutes about all the different things he had planned.

You couldn’t help but smile, hearing how excited he was made your heart happy.

He stopped and looked at you, a bright red creeping onto his ears. “What?”

“Thank you.” You said after a long moment, your eyes fell to the ground before back to Emma. “You’re a really great dad, and she’s lucky to have you. We’re really lucky.”

You spent the next little while chatting, catching up on life before Emma came running over to you both, “I’m hungry!” She whined in a dramatic voice.

The three of you went to a nearby pizza place as storm clouds started to roll in. You quickly got to your cars, giving Chan her overnight bag and you said your goodbyes. “You call mommy if you need anything, okay? I hope you have so much fun with Daddy.”

The storm started a few hours later. Chan confirmed they had gotten back to his place and you decided to relax for the night - or at least try to. The movie was almost over when the power went out and you sighed softly before moving to your bed.

You had just sat down when you felt a soft bump under the blanket, pulling it out to see Emma’s stuffed rabbit. She slept with it every night and you knew she’d have trouble without it.

Without a second thought, you grabbed your keys and headed to your car, trying to reach Chan as you drove through the storm.

It took you twice as long to get to his place, and the phone lines had stopped working by the time you pulled in. Candles flickered through the windows and you made the dash to his front door.

“What the fuck?! Are you actually crazy?” Chan said as he pulled you in the house. You were soaking wet just from the few seconds in the rain. You unzipped your jacket and pulled her bunny from under your shirt. “She forgot, Mr. Hopper.”

“Daddy, you’re not supposed to say Fuck.” Emma said coming into the entry way in a tutu and gently taking the plushie from your hand. “Thank you for keeping him dry, and bringing him. He was scared.” She turned in a circle and walked back into the living room.

You smiled softly and turned to leave, but Chan held the door closed. “I’m not letting you drive again.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I got here perfectly fine, didn’t I?”

As if the weather gods were on his side, a loud snap came from across the street.

“Timber!” Emma yelled from the living room.

Chan moved to look out the window next to the door, “Looks like you’re stuck.”

You groaned quietly as you peered outside, noticing a tree fallen down across the road.

It took you a while to settle down. It was weird being in his home, feeling his energy after so long. After a couple glasses of wine, you finally relaxed into the couch a bit.

You laid on your side, flashlight on the bracelet making that was happening on the floor. You smiled as you watched Emma pick out different beads and carefully string them together, but your eyes kept drifting to Chan.

You didn’t remember the last time you saw him so happy. It looked good on him.

His eyes flashed up to catch yours for a second before you quickly moved them back to Emma. A lump in your throat started to grow. You tried to drown it with the wine.

“Sweet dreams, my beautiful girl. I love you so so much.” You kissed Emma’s forehead a few times before sending her upstairs with Chan.

The tension in the air finally lifted a bit, and you took the opportunity to look around his place. It was nicely decorated, with different paintings and albums on the walls. You walked slowly through the halls until you found his studio.

Your fingers ran slowly along the shelves of his music collection, pulling out a few to admire the cover work. A baby picture of Emma caught your eye, and you slowly walked over to Chan’s desk.

You smiled to yourself, starting to gaze over the other pictures he had out. They were mostly of Emma, no surprise. Though, a small frame with two pictures, sitting directly in the middle of his desk, caught your eye.

A wave of emotions started to hit as you looked at the photos. One was of you, laying in bed sleeping and another was of the two of you when you first met.

Tears started to fall from your eyes, you slowly set the picture back in its place. You turn to leave the room. You stop in your tracks, gasping, seeing Chan standing in the doorway, a glass of dark liquor in hand.

“Sorry.” You start, your eyes focusing on the glass before falling to the ground. He hated drinking. “I was just having a look around. The place is really nice.”

He smiled softly, “thanks.”

He shot back the rest of the liquor, walking over grab the picture you had put down. “This was the morning we found out about Emma.”

You turned your back to him as he leaned against the desk, his eyes following you as you avoided his gaze. The room felt heavy with tension again as it fell silent for a long moment, wind and rain hitting the windows the only sound filling the room.

You didn’t want to admit how much you missed him, how much you wanted your little family back together. He was your best friend and feeling so drifted apart from him broke your heart.

“The guest room is made up, I threw some clothes for you in change in.”

“Thank you.” You turned to look at him, a few more tears falling. “I’m gonna head up.” You forced a smile and turned to leave.

Chan’s hand caught your wrist before you could make it out, his grip gently against your skin. You turned, looking at him through watery eyes.

Your body unconsciously took a step towards him, and his arms wrapped tightly around your head and shoulders, pulling you into a hug.

It caught you off guard at first. The warmth of his body, his familiar scent. It made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

You finally wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.

When Chan finally pulled back, he quickly wiped his face and sniffed. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

Sleeping was nearly impossible, the noise outside was horrid. The tears hadn’t managed to stop falling and everything was cold since the power was still out.

You had just closed your eyes again when Emma’s soft voice woke you. “What’s wrong baby?”

She clung to Mr. Hopper, “I had a bad dream and now the storm is scary. Can you come sleep with me and Daddy?”

It was only then you noticed Chan in the doorway, half asleep, hair a mess.

You sat up in bed a bit, tucking a piece of hair behind Emma’s ear. “I don’t know if daddy would like that sweetie. Why don’t you go with him, he’ll keep you safe.”

“But I want you both.”

Chan insisted it was okay and you let Emma guide you towards his bedroom. You both took a side and let her in the middle.

Emma yawned, snuggling into Chan’s arm while holding onto yours. “Night night mommy and daddy.” She said sleepily.

You kept your eyes on her as she fell asleep, but could feel his gaze on you. Your eyes move to him, meeting with his. You looked at each other for a long moment and it felt like your heart was going to explode.

You smiled softly and let your eyes close.

The quiet sound of chatting woke you up. Emma was sitting up on the bed, babbling away with Chan.

You stretched out groaning, turning on your side to cuddle into Emma.

“Mommy! We’re gonna build a fort, do you wanna help?!”

You happily agreed, quickly washing up before meeting Chan and Emma downstairs. Emma was dragging all the blankets and sheets from the linen closet, and Chan was in the kitchen raiding his pantry.

“Do you need any help?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen.

Chan sighed quietly, turning around with a few random boxes in hand. “I didn’t realize how hard it was to make breakfast without power.”

You grabbed a box of crackers from his hand, peaking into the pantry to check what else he had. “Can you cut up a banana and apple, please?” You ask, setting out some peanut butter, Nutella and granola

He rose an eyebrow at the items you pulled out before grabbing a knife and starting to cut the fruits.

You quickly spread PB on some of the crackers and Nutella on the others. Sprinkled some granola and started to grab the pieces of fruit Chan had cut, placing them on top.

“How did you come up with that so fast?” He asked, lifting Emma into his arms as she came running into the kitchen.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of the makeshift breakfast, “Snacky Crackers for breakfast?” She asked excitedly, reaching over to grab one.

“Special occasions only, and I guess the power being out can count as one.” You laughed, starting to munch. “Emma was the one who came up with it. I wasn’t feeling good one night and she brought me these.”

“I’m kind of a genius cooking person.” Emma said confidently.

“A chef.” You and Chan said at the same time.

After finishing eating, the three of you headed to the living room to build the fort, which ended up taking over the whole living room. You told stories, played board games and found different ways to pass the time.

The power was still out when the evening came, and the tree was still blocking the road out. You had no choice but to spend another night.

You’re not sure what time it was when you woke up from a nightmare, gasping for air and tears falling. They didn’t happen as much as they used to, but the effect always left you anxious and restless for a while.

You pushed out of bed after a few minutes and started pacing up and down the hall. You sang ‘you are my sunshine’ quietly. When you turned to walk the other way, Chan has stepped into the hall.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just having trouble getting back to sleep.”

“Nightmare?” He asked.

You bit your lip gently and nodded, sighing quietly as you started to walk towards the guest bedroom. “Sorry for waking you.”

“Y/N…” Chan said quietly, “Come sleep with me.” He extended his hand to you.

He knew you’d never get back to sleep alone.

You took his hand and let him guide you, crawling into the bed from his side. You flipped on your side to face him as he settled back into bed.

“Come here.” Chan said, sinking down into the bed with one arm opened, making a little spot for you.

You slid up and tucked yourself under his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and a hand his bare chest. Your body calmed almost immediately.

“You didn’t have to do this for me.” You said quietly, your fingers moving slowly across his skin.

“But it helped, didn’t it.”

“It did.” You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “Thank you. For everything.” You moved your self up a bit, placing a gently kiss on his cheek.

Your lips barely left his cheek when he turned his head to catch you, pressing his lips deeply into yours.

Your hand slid up to his neck as you kissed back, a soft moan escaping your lips in between the tender kisses.

His hand rested gently on your hip as the two of you made out.

Chan slowly moved on top of you, his lips moving to your neck, sucking gently on your sweet spot.

“We shouldn’t…” You said quietly. Your body was starting to cave into him.

Honestly, it was driving you a little crazy how bad you did want him. You hadn’t stopped wanting him.

“I know.” Chan said, his breath hot in your ear. “I just miss you so much.”

You lifted his head back to yours, kissing him again as a tear fell from your eye. “I miss you too, Channie.”

The last time you hooked up with him after the breakup was at Emma’s birthday party, almost a full year ago. You hadn’t been with anyone else since him. He was the one.

“You know it’s always been you.” Chan kissed your lips again, “it will always be you.”

You pulled his lips to yours, smiling into your kisses. It felt like a weight lifted off your chest, and as if it was some sort of sign, the power came back on.

From down the hall, Emma screamed awake. You and Chan both rolled out of bed instantly, going to her room to see her sitting up in bed, giggling to herself.

“People are scared of the dark, but the lights scared me!”

You shook your head laughing, sending Chan in to help her back to sleep as you went downstairs to turn off things that had been on before the power outage.

Chan was just leaving Emma’s room as you reached the top of the stairs, “She fell back asleep really fast.” He chuckled, his eyes on you as you walked towards him.

When you were almost to him, you slid your panties off from under the oversized shirt you were wearing, tossing them aside before l finishing your walk.

Your hand slid slowly up his chest, “Is daddy going to help me go to sleep too?”

His hand gripped the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss, his other arm swooping down to pick you up from under your leg.

Chan carried you to the bed, you stopped to remind him to lock the door. Emma had almost walked in on your two at her birthday party, thankfully you had just finished.

He lifted you onto the bed, kicking off his pj pants before climbing on the bed, hovering above you. “You know, this is the first time since Emma was born that we’ve had sex twice in under a year.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, smacking his arm gently as he leaned down to kiss you. “Should we keep count for the next few months til her birthday?” Chan said, his lips moving to your neck.

“You think you can keep track?” You giggle, reaching down to stroke his cock. He moved up a bit, his hand replacing yours as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds before slowly thrusting in.

You gasped a moan as your head fell back, your wet walls expanding from his thick cock. His lips found your neck again, kissing and sucking gently at your skin.

Chan’s hand ran gently on your outer thigh, lifting your leg a bit as he continued to thrust slowly, filling your body with chills and goosebumps.

You cursed quietly as your peak already started to approach, you pulled Chan’s lips back to yours, giving him a deep kiss as your walls started to contract, your wetness dampening the spot underneath you.

His lips moved softly against yours, only lifting the tiniest bit when a few moans and curses left his mouth.

Your body shook gently as he pulled out, the feeling on his warm cum spraying up your torso.

You ran your hands though his hair as you kissed him for a few minutes, unable to stop smiling.

“And I think that’s the fastest we’ve made each other cum.” Chan said smirking.

You covered your face with both hands, laughing into them. “Do you keep track of our whole sex life?”

“Not hard to do when my girl fucks so good every time.” He said, nuzzling his nose between your hands to kiss your lips.

The sun had just started to come up when you and Chan went for a shower. Knowing Emma would be up soon, sleep was going to have to wait.

Sitting on the counter, you happily sipped on a cup of coffee as Chan cooked breakfast, bacon and eggs.

He turned to you while it started to cook, his hands running up your tights as he kissed your lips softly.

“Are you kissing?!” Emma yelled from the entryway, running over to the two of you, hugging Chan’s leg as she looked up at you both with eager eyes.

Chan lifted her onto the counter next to you, placing a kiss on her forehead, “And what if we were?” He asked with a laugh.

Emma made a long thinking sound, “Gross, but only because kissing boys seems icky.”

“How would you know?” You asked

“Rylan kissed me like 500 weeks ago, it was gross. He smelled like farts.”

“You’re not allowed to be kissing boys.” Chan said, pointing the spatula towards her. “Not until you’re 40.”

“You’re 40, right daddy?” Emma asked.

You burst out laughing at her question, and Chan’s facial reaction.

“I’m 25!” He whined, doing a little sulky stomp.

The three of you ate in the kitchen, feeling cozy in the spots you were in. You and Chan couldn’t stop smiling at each other, even if there was still a ton of stuff to figure out.

Once done, Emma ran off to play and you started the dishes.

Your mind had trailed off as the ‘what if’s’ started to creep into your mind. The stress of figuring out how to balance your busy lives without losing each other again.

“Hey,” Chan said softly, leaning on the counter next to you, his hand tucking some hair behind your ear. “Talk to me.”

“I’m just…worried.” You say quietly, finally rinsing the dish you had zoned out washing. “I don’t want us to drift again. I don’t think I could handle it and I don’t want to think about how Emma would deal.”

You started on a word vomit ramble, about how busy life was and how you could barely keep up as is. You had started pacing at some point, hands dripping from the water.

Chan placed both his hands on your shoulders, stopping you in place as you looked at him with blurry eyes. “Quit your job.”

His words took you by surprise, you whispered the tiniest, confused. “What?”

“You have enough connections in the industry, you could easily be a freelancer until someone, someone who knows your worth and how fucking talented you are, signs you.”

It was true that work was stressing you out. You poured your heart and soul into designs, only for them to be shot down.

“I can probably work from home, since I’ve been there long enough. I want us to be a family, for real this time.”

You looked up at him, his face so sincere and confident. It made your heart fell warm, and you knew you could trust him to take care of you both.

“I want that. I want this. I want you. I want us.”

Chan smiled softly, leaning in to gently kiss you. He took your hand and guided you to his studio, “Emma, can you come here please?” He yelled.

Chan sat in his computer chair, pulling you onto his lap and when Emma came skipping in, he lifted her and sat her on his other leg.

“You remember when you told daddy what you asked Santa for?” Chan asked Emma, brushing some curls from her face.

Emma nodded, “For daddy to marry mommy.”

You blushed deeply, scrunching your nose at Emma while smiling uncontrollably. “You silly goose.”

Chan turned in the chair a bit, reaching behind the picture of you he kept in the middle. “Well,” he started, wrapping his arm around Emma and sneaking one around your waist, a small light blue box in hand.

You felt your chest go tight as tears started to well in your eyes, you leaned back a bit to look at Emma, who took the box from his hand and held it happily in hers.

“It doesn’t have to be marriage, but I think it’s time you got this.”

Emma opened the box, a stunning pear shaped Tiffany ring. Chan took it out, holding it up.

“I’m in it forever.” He said looking into your eyes.

You let the tears fall, kissing his lips before holding your ring finger up. He slid the ring on, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Forever.” You whispered against his lips.

Emma jumped off his lap, doing a silly celebration dance and cheer. “You’re married!” She yelled, taking off running into the house. “Marrrrrrried.”

“Cute officiant, where’d you find her?” You laughed.

“My wife, and it’s the best gift she’s ever given me.”

You kissed his lips again, running your hand through his hair. “Is my lovely husband going to help me move?”

“We got married like two seconds ago, and you’ve already got a job for me?” He asked dramatically, his smile gave away that he was joking.

“Just wait til you see the plant watering schedule.” You giggled.

[feeder86]

The Feeders’ Foreplay

“You’re late,” stated the most attractive man Levi had ever seen as he opened the door to the uptown, grotesquely lavish apartment.

It took Levi a couple of seconds to swallow the wave of arousal upon seeing his hook-up in real life. Viewing the pictures on the app was one thing, but in person, Jac had a whole new level of sex appeal; maybe more than any other man alive. 

“I’m so sorry,” Levi stuttered, already sensing that the role play had started, judging by the harsh and stern way Jac was looking at him. “There were roadworks on 45th Street; burst water pipes, or something. The bus had to go around.” He stepped inside; his hardness already very substantial just by simply standing next to Jac.

“It makes no difference to me,” Jac finally relented. “It won’t affect my schedule. Although, it does mean that you just missed one of my transformations; a rather disgusting, skinny postal worker, now a deliciously oversized, blubbery monster!” he smiled with pride.

Levi sucked in hard, trying to control his arousal. He didn’t know that the role play would start this quickly, but he was glad that it had. Jac had been such a smooth talker since they had begun messaging a couple of days ago; not dropping out of character once. He claimed to have mercilessly fattened thousands of guys to outrageous sizes and spoke with such detail about the changes that he found so incredibly satisfying to observe.

Until about six months ago, Levi had always considered himself to be a feeder. He’d dated and fed quite a few fat guys in his time, although he didn’t ever have quite the imagination for role play; nor the natural affinity for domination like Jac did. He’d gained a little weight over the holidays last year; the fresh fat sitting over his six pack and arousing him more than he ever thought it would. He’d started to chat to other feeders; allowed himself to be encouraged by them, in much the same way as he had done in the past. Now he was thirty pounds heavier than he had ever been in his life, with a little round belly on him that gave him more kinky satisfation than he could ever have imagined. He lifted off his shirt, and allowed Jac to see the small little belly that he had developed, tapping it at the side to show him that it was genuinely quite soft. “Fatten me into one of your piggy boys!” he growled with lust.

Levi had only been fed by one other feeder before. It had been a new experience, having been stuffed to the brim with food until his stomach was rather painful. He remembered feeling incredibly uncomfortable on the bus ride home, despite the fact that climaxing at that level of fullness had been the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Now he was definitely ready to do it again, feeling a desperate desire to impress the beautiful guy he had just met for the first time. He followed Jac through the apartment, gasping as he saw the amazing view through the windows, hardly able to comprehend his luck that he was even standing in one of these multi-million dollar penthouses. Was he really being led to the bedroom already?

Jac stood at the door, barring Levi’s entrance. “Take your pants off before you come in here,” he ordered; his tone suggesting that there was no room for compromise, nor that Jac would be dropping his dominant demeanor anytime soon.

“Yes, sir!” Levi grinned, eager to submit as he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants, along with his underwear. He’d always been proud of the size of his penis. It was something all guys commented on, and he stood there, decidedly erect, waiting for Jac to comment.

Jac merely glanced down and gave the briefest of scoffs. “I’ve got other boys in here,” Jac grinned. “I’m going to fatten them, just like I am you.” With that, he gave Levi’s plush little paunch a poke, spiking his arousal even more.

Levi moaned with pleasure. “I can’t wait to be your fat little piggy!” he declared, just as Jac leaned in for a kiss; their hands sliding all over each other. Then, with a kick of Jac’s foot, the door swung open, revealing the concealed room at last.

It was the smell that hit Levi first; the stale sweat of a gym changing room. Blackout blinds covered the windows, meaning that the large, otherwise empty space was lit only from a single bulb above. In the two furthest corners of the room, two handsome and built men sat on their knees, chained to the wall. One of them even had a ball gag in his mouth, looking up only briefly, before lowering his head once more.

“Run! Get out of here!” the other guy in the corner called out as Levi walked in with Jac. “Have you eaten anything yet? He’s going to fatten you like he did the others!”

Levi’s pulse raised even further. This whole role play was even kinkier than he had expected. He had no idea that there would be others getting involved. All the while, Levi kept on grinning with enthusiasm, despite feeling that the other guy was perhaps taking it a little far with the shouting. 

In the very middle of the room, Jac kissed him fiercely in front of the other two men, as if to assert his dominance. “I’ve saved you a spot just over here…” the sexy guy whispered, pointing at a set of chains that were screwed tightly into the corner of the room. He turned to the guy in the corner, still shouting at Levi to leave, zoning in on him, his gaze silencing the noisy man immediately. “Will, Will, Will…” Jac tutted. “Anyone would think you didn’t love me, going on like this!”

The man, who Levi now knew as Will, nodded his head, as if suddenly captivated by the beauty of Jac. “I love you…” he nodded slowly. “I love you so much!” 

“I know you do,” Jac agreed, smirking as if he was holding back a laugh. He stepped forward, pulling the good looking guy into his crotch. There, Will moaned with lust, mouth agape, breathing in the scent of his master, looking decidely desperate to suck the dick that was hidden underneath Jac’s clothes. 

Following Jac, once Will had been pacified, Levi slipped down onto his knees, copying the two other men in the room; allowing the sexy dominant to quietly cuff him.

“Good boy!” Jac smiled, looking down at Levi, now in his rightful place. “Are you hungry, little piggy?” he asked, rubbing the guy’s head and messing up his hair as another display of his total control over him, pulling his head into his crotch in much the same way as he had Will moments earlier.

“I’m starving!” Levi nodded, adding as much enthusiasm as he could, considering how much the other guys were all going for it.

Just behind the door, sat a small plate with a delicious looking cream cake. Levi licked his lips theatrically as Jac brought it towards him. “I prepared it just for you!” Jac declared, sitting it down on the floor in front of the naked Levi.

“Don’t eat that…” the other guy mumbled, as if not quite able to think clearly, but still trying hard.

“Dig in, Piggy!” Jac ordered, stepping back and allowing Levi to brace himself on all fours, something Levi was just about able to do given the sufficient slack on the chains. From there, he threw his mouth down straight onto it and gorged upon it in a way that he hoped Jac would find kinky and arousing. He licked around his mouth and could just about reach his nose to slide the mess onto his nose and suck it clean. “Good boy!” Jac laughed. “You did the right thing.”

Levi smiled, feeling that he would have done anything for Jac; absolutely anything in the world. He’d never met anyone like him before, and knew that he never would again.  But suddenly, Jac was leaving the room, as if he had lost interest in an instant. The door closed and Levi was left feeling a little disorientated, chained as he was to the wall. “Where’s he gone?” he asked the only other person who was able to speak to him.

“He…” the guy tried to reply, sounding hungover, before losing track entirely and falling silent.

Levi waited patiently, still feeling an incredible sense of eroticism for the scenario that he was in. He looked over at the other guys in there with him, admiring their fit, toned bodies. For that, Levi felt a small spike of jealousy. Although he had decided to give into his gaining urges for the past few months, Levi knew he wouldn’t keep at it for long. Before the summer ended, he planned to start a big cut and get back in shape. This belly, as cute as it was, was not going to be a permanent fixture, that was for sure. He wasn’t quite ready to lose himself entirely to these kinks of his.

After fifteen minutes or so, Levi heard voices once more, coming from somewhere in the apartment. “Here comes another one,” the guy in the corner mumbled, apparently waking up a little more than before. “Every hour a new one of us arrives!”

Even the other man in the corner looked up as the door opened and Jac walked in with a new person by his side. Levi recognised him right away as Harry, a guy he’d spoken to many times online. Undressed and naked, he followed Jac into the room, much like Levi only half an hour earlier; his erection just as solid as Levi’s was now upon seeing Jac once more. Although slightly shorter in real life than Levi had pictured him, Harry was a beautifully toned and handsome guy, with a wicked way with words when he’d encouraged Levi to overeat whilst they had been online together in the past. But why would Harry be interested in coming to a feeder’s place? Was he here to feed Levi as well? Or, would Jac feed them both together? Fuck! That would be a super hot scenario to be in!

“You need to go now!” a groggy, chained-up Will called out as Harry kissed Jac with passion in the middle of the room. “Run!”

“Hey, Harry!” Levi chimed in. “What’re you doing here?” he asked, despite not really being heard over the noise of his overzealous companion in the room. He sighed; finding the guy’s performance a little overdone. “Don’t worry about him,” he called to Harry. “I think he might be an actor or something. I’m not sure about the other guy,” he nodded across the room to the man in the ball gag.

“These are my piggies,” Jac announced before Harry could reply or even acknowledge Levi at all. “Are you ready to join them?”

“Hell yeah!” Harry nodded with lust, slipping down onto his knees and allowing the chains to be placed around his wrists. Levi felt a pang of excitement too. Now that the room was filled, maybe they would finally start getting going with this super kinky role play!

“You’re just in time for the show,” Jac grinned with excitement. “But, first things first…” he smirked, disappearing for only a second and returning with another cream cake, identical to the one Levi had eaten. “Are you ready to impress me?”

“Don’t eat it!” cried the man in the corner again, making Levi roll his eyes. The guy probably thought he was adding a sense of mystery and intrigue to this role play, however, he seemed to shout with such conviction that it actually became a bit of a buzz-kill.

“Eat it up, Harry!” Levi shouted across. “I’ve had mine. It was delicious!”

Harry did exactly as he was instructed, overcome with arousal for Jac and this scenario in much the same way that Levi was. Their keeper, Jac, laughing with delight as he saw the piggish way Harry guzzled it down with such enthusiasm. 

As soon as Harry was done, Jac turned his back on him, looking instead at the man with the ball gag, in the corner next to Harry. Dripping in sweat, the man seemed reluctant to look Jac in the eyes, positively squirming as he became Jac’s focus. “I said 6.15, didn’t I, Piggy?” Jac smirked, holding up his wrist to look at his expensive watch as it ticked down the time. “And that is in fifty seconds from now!”

With that, Jac reached down, removed the ball gag and managed to unclip the cuffs on the man’s wrists with surprising speed. “Please… please don’t…” the muscular captive mumbled even after they’d kissed with surprising sweetness.

Jac seemed to revel in his whimpering. “No, Piggy. It’s too late…” he laughed.

“I don’t think I want to be a…”

“Awh! That’s just too bad, Piggy!” Jac teased him, with an obvious hard-on pressing against the crotch of his pants. “Just ten more seconds!”

Their lips met once more, but with a final surge of energy, the man seemed to tear himself away and quickly made for the door.

Jac simply stood with an even bigger grin on his face as he watched his captive flee. “Run!” cried Will. “Find the front door!”

“3…2…1…” counted an elated Jac, holding up his watch again as he kept a beady eye on the naked man staggering his way down the long corridor; the sounds of door handles being tried were all everyone, apart from Jac, could now detect from the escapee.

Suddenly, a loud moan was heard from the corridor, followed by the most tremendous burp that roared up with a fury. Jac laughed with sheer joy. His cruel eyes seemed to dance with fire and his smile was brighter than anything Levi had ever seen before. Then he left, following the fleeing man and closing the door behind them both.

Now, the shouting man in the corner lowered his head in defeat. “It’s too late,” he simply mumbled.

“Is he coming back?” new-boy, Harry, asked Levi, surprised that they had all been left alone in the room.

“Yeah, he’ll be back,” Levi nodded, keen to show his expertise. “This whole thing is kinky as fuck!” he growled, feeling even more aroused now that Harry was here as well.

“You boys have no idea…” the other man sighed, shaking his head in disapproval, but thankfully remaining silent thereafter.

The time passed with relative speed after that; now that Levi had someone to chat to in the room. It seemed that Harry was just as aroused as Levi was and they spent their time speculating over the many possible erotic scenarios that might unfold next; both of them very much convinced that the performance of the previously ball-gagged man in the corner had all been that of an actor. The other guy in the corner simply shook his head silently, only confirming in Levi and Harry’s mind that he was part of this storyline as well. 

“Fucking hell! Another one!” Levi mumbled in surprise as he heard a new voice from outside of the room. Harry raised his eyebrows as well. It was true; someone else had indeed arrived at the apartment. 

Levi looked over at their other companion, Will, trying to gauge whether he too was expecting yet another guy to be joining them that evening. However, as Levi turned his head, his nose picked up the stench of sweat. Will’s face and, indeed, his entire body was positively glistening. 

“Jeez, dude! You stink!” Levi grumbled, having decided that he didn’t care how impolite he sounded. Will had been far too into his role and had spoiled some of the eroticism when both he and Harry had arrived.

In walked Jac once more; this time with a young, handsome guy that Levi thought he recognised from somewhere, although he wasn’t all that sure. Their dominant host introduced them all as the ‘piggies’ once again; Levi and Harry nodding with lustful pleasure to go along with it all. When Jac told the new boy to get down on the floor to be cuffed in the now vacant corner, both Harry and Levi cheered him on; as they did when his cream cake was served and the horned-up guy had to eat it all whilst on all-fours in his corner. This time, the previously vocal man in the corner was completely silent; perhaps reflecting on the fact that his earlier performances had been a little over the top.

After the initiation was done, Jac turned his attention back to the only man who had been there longer than Levi. “Oh dear, little piggy!” he laughed, seeming to notice just how sweaty the guy had become. “It looks like it’s almost your turn… How exciting!”

Jac leaned down and unlocked the man’s chains. Despite the guy’s resistance and overzealous approach to the role play earlier, he seemed to have changed character completely. He was now playing someone a lot more submissive, resigned to the inevitable as Jac lavished him with attention at last. The pair kissed and touched each other as if so desperately in love. But then Jac pulled back and laughed. He tugged at the guy’s arm, pulling him to the middle of the room, directly under the single hanging bulb.

“Are you ready to show these piggies what they’re in for?” Jac asked. “None of them have seen it yet. You’re the only one!”

The man was silent and he closed his eyes tight shut as he saw Jac raise his wrist to count the seconds ticking down on his watch. Levi didn’t know why he was so aroused. It was probably the done thing that they were all to run out of the room at this point, wherein the next part of this sexually charged scenario would continue. But the man didn’t seem as though he intended to move. Instead, all his muscles were tensed, as if he was bracing himself for a massive impact. His eyes were closed tight, as if he never expected to open them again.

“5…4…”

Levi and the other boys joined in, smiling with arousal as the sexy Jac toyed with them all.

“3…2…1…”

As all four of them called out ‘Zero,’ the man in the middle of the room suddenly doubled over slightly, growling as though a great wave of pain had just attacked his stomach. He lifted his head once more, then gave the loudest, most intense burp, as if there was to be no air left in his body at all.

Jac’s eyes danced with burning light as Will’s body started moving in the most unnatural manner; his hips rocking back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The coordination and choreography involved was really quite impressive, Levi thought. But then things started to get stranger and Levi stopped smiling with glee as something else began happening. Will’s stomach seemed to be bloating. He’d thought the guy had been pushing it out to start with, but now it seemed far too extreme to be explained away just like that. Now when his hips shook, there was a definite flutter of jiggle in what appeared to be love-handles actually forming on his sides. Jac seemed to have noticed as well, for inbetween his howls of delight, he began poking and prodding Will in the areas that were causing Levi to look up with such alarm. He wanted to look across at Harry and ask if he knew what this was, but the horror of it all kept his eyes glued in place. Will was literally changing before their eyes. There was no way that this could be anything but real.

The swell of Will’s stomach, inflating more and more, began to resemble a very real paunch in almost no time at all. Even his groin was filling with mass. With his side-on view, Levi could also so the width of Will also increasing. His thighs and butt were increasing in size, however it was obvious that there was absolutely nothing but pure fat being deposited all over his body. Pretty soon, his swollen tummy had an actual shelf below his chest; something else that appeared to be softening with extreme speed. As his body rocked, his nipples began to jiggle more and more, showing that Will no longer had the extreme athleticism that he once had. With his eyes still shut tight, Will looked like he was trying desperately to igore or fight back anything that was being done to him. His face was swelling with fat, stealing his jawline entirely and seeming to build itself, wrapping around his neck like a scarf and creating the beginnings of a small bump at the very back of his head.

Jac, hysterical with joy, continued poking and prodding the fattening man. He could now fill his entire hand with the blubber around Will’s waist and so he grabbed at it keenly, shaking and wobbling the fat as if to remind Will that this was actually happening to him. But Jac also took time to glance over at the three other guys, laughing as he saw the fear and surprise in their eyes.

Things suddenly became a lot more serious. The fat that had acumulated on Will’s stomach was now expanding further, reshaping itself with folds in the skin. Jac raised the guy’s arms in the air so that he could witness this phase better; the fat encircling his waist, making it look like a ball was being pumped from within. The fat from his chest had started gathering under his arms and his nipples seemed to slide out of place as they jiggled and bounced.

When Jac dropped the guy’s arms and slapped Will’s butt, Levi couldn’t get over how much the fat rippled across the glutes and thighs. What’s more, Levi hadn’t even noticed the gradual loss of definition in the guy’s muscular arms until they were now large, doughy and shapeless with fat. His neck was disappearing entirely, with large puffed up cheeks masking the striking man he used to be. As the gut pushed outwards, the fat simulatenously swelled into his back and rear, widening him in all directions. The man’s penis, once a prominent feature, was now almost entirely masked by the blubbery thighs and a strange sack of fat, like a small belly, that had filled Will’s groin, threatening to bury his penis entirely. Then, all of a sudden, the man’s swollen belly began to sag and the genitals disappeared entirely out of Levi’s view.

Every part of Will’s body now wobbled and bounced. Levi had no idea how massive the man had become, knowing only that he was larger than any of the guys he had ever checked out on the gaining websites and socials he visited. At some point, the great fattening spectacle ended and Will fell into the unnaturally strong arms of Jac, having clearly fainted. “You’re next, piglets!” he laughed, looking around at the three chained guys in the room, whilst holding the well over five hundred pound man up like an enormous teddy bear. Then, with complete ease, he dragged Will out of the room and shut the door. 

“What the fuck!” shouted the new guy from the corner once they were alone. “Was that real?”

“I think so,” Levi nodded, somehow sounding calm.

“He told me not to eat the food,” Harry mumbled, pointing accusingly at Levi; his mind clearly recounting everything that had happened previously.

Levi felt a pang of guilt, having actively encouraged the other two to do exactly what Jac had wanted.

“He doesn’t care! He’s already fat!” the newest guy suddenly blasted, turning on Levi as well. “He probably wants this!” he growled with anger.

“I’m not fat like that!” Levi stated defensively, looking down at his small tummy. “Why are we even arguing about this?”

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Harry suddenly jumped in, tugging at the strong chains that held him to the wall.

“And what good would that do?” Levi asked. “I think we all know that whatever caused Will to fatten like that… it was the same thing that was in those cakes we ate.”

“Well, I’m not sticking around to find out,” Harry proclaimed with defiance, straining himself as he tried to pull even harder at the chains.

“Harry, come on! Be smart about this! You don’t even have any clothes.”

“So, what, we just accept that we’re toast?” the new guy added, outraged.

“We need to think about how we convince the next guy to run for it so that he doesn’t fall into this trap as well,” Levi reasoned.

“Coming from the guy who positively encouraged us to eat that cream cake?” Harry blasted angrily.

“I didn’t know that this was all real!” Levi tried to defend himself. “I was a little late. I didn’t see this happen to the other guys in here.”

“There were others?” the new guy asked with horror.

“It seems to go like clockwork. A new guy arrives every eighty minutes or so. It’s like some sort of twisted conveyorbelt,” Levi explained, suddenly remembering that he was next to reach the end of it.

The boys pondered on that idea for some time and they sat in silence, contemplating their fate. It was hard to tell how quickly or slowly time ran in that deserted room. Sometimes they would hear the distant sounds of Jac talking with someone on the phone, flirting with them in much the same way he had captured Levi, along with the other two.

“You sound so kinky…” Jac was heard to flirt. He seemed to be standing directly outside of the room, as if to deliberately tease and goad his chained-up victims. “I want to turn you into my big fat boy… Come over. Let me feed you!” He laughed and moaned down the phone, pretending to find whatever lustful retort his prospective victim came up with the most arousing thing he had heard all year. “My address? Are you really sure? I’m a very kinky guy, you know? I like to lock my boys up and feed them. Then I watch them fatten and grow for me.”

The three boys all looked at each other feeling extremely foolish. There was nothing that Jac had told them that wasn’t true. They’d all been warned; every last one of them.

Levi contemplated the transformation he had just witnessed, trying to convince himself that it had all been some sort of elaborate trick. Things like that simply could not happen in real life; not really. But he’d witnessed it himself; with his own eyes. Inexplicably, it somehow felt harder to recall the details as the minutes crept away; as if the memory of it was slowly being erased from his mind entirely. The time continued to slip by and Levi sat quietly, listening to the other two chatting with relative calmness, despite feeling no desire to join in himself. He felt like a black cloud was hovering over him, getting darker and more angry as the seconds ticked away. In fact, Levi was only pulled out of his own thoughts when he noticed a huge bead of sweat rolling down his nose and splashing onto the floor.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked, suddenly noticing the way Levi was looking at his arms and torso.

“I think this is how it starts,” Levi fretted, lifting his arm and smelling the stench of sweat. He could hardly believe the words as they tumbled out of his mouth. “I think it might be my turn!”

Right on cue, the three boys heard someone new arriving in the apartment. “GET OUT OF HERE!” they began shouting; although none of them seemed to recall exactly why. It was just something they said they would do for a purpose that wasn’t completely clear in their heads. “HE’S GOT US LOCKED UP! CALL THE POLICE!”

As they shouted and wailed, it was clear that the voices were still getting closer and closer to the room. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a smiling athletic guy, naked and already rubbing his own hardness as he surveyed the chains and other naked guys. “This is so fucking horny!” he grinned with arousal, only seeming to stroke his dick harder as the three of them tried to warm him. He swept in to kiss Jac, looking just as besotted as they all were.

After the kiss, Jac simply stood and listened to them shouting and wailing their warnings. His smile filled his face and Levi suddenly understood that this was actually his real game; where the thrill of his set up really gave him a buzz. He gave all his victims plenty of warning, yet they would all fall into his trap, no matter what. “You see that sweaty piggy in the corner?” he pointed at Levi. “The one with the blubbery, little paunch on him? He’s the next one I’m going to do it to.”

“What’re you going to feed him?” the latest guy asked, still stroking himself with absolute arousal.

Jac took the guy’s hand, stopping him from pleasuring himself and taking his first steps to control at long last. “First things first…” he smiled, pointing into the now vacant corner of the room.

Levi had given up shouting now, but the other two were still trying, watching as the handsome boy slipped onto his knees and allowed the chains to be fixed around his wrists. Then, with eyes filled with love and lust for his captor, the boy slipped onto all fours and inhaled the cream cake that was brought to him. 

The two other guys fell suddenly silent, realising, just like Levi, that all their warnings were futile. Jac would always win.

“Come on, little piggy!” Jac smiled at Levi, bending down to unlock his chains.

Despite himself, Levi felt the semi he’d had since Jac came in suddenly stiffen into concrete. There was just something so all-consuming about the man’s presence. Even with everything Levi thought he knew, he still felt… in love.

“Now, you’re going to be a good piggy, aren’t you?” Jac asked him. “We’ve got to show the new boy what’s in store for him,” he stated seriously, positioning the sweaty Levi under the single light bulb, facing the newest captive, as if he was about to put on a show. “Hmm, what do you have to say for yourself?” he teased.

Levi swallowed, deciding that fighting this was not something he could physically do. “I’m a good piggy,” he nodded, looking earnestly up at the man he was most attracted to in the whole world.

Jac’s face spread with surprise and delight at Levi’s submission. “Oh, you are?” he laughed. “You hear that?” he called to the other three. “This one says he’s a good piggy!” He turned to speak softly into Levi’s ear. “Are you going to fatten up beautifully for me? Turn this little belly of yours into something spectacular?”

“Yes,” Levi nodded.

Jac smirked and raised his arm to look at his watch. “Do the countdown with me then, Piggy!” he whispered. “10… 9…8…”

Levi tried to join him, but he was at least half a second behind Jac each time; too overcome with the experience.

“6….5…4…”

Levi looked at the newest guy in front of him; his wide smile and naive understanding of where he actually was.

“3…2…”

Levi couldn’t finish. A deep, primal urge to roll forwards and hold his stomach suddenly overcame him. He moaned from the dull pain that seemed to be emanating from his stomach, then he suddenly stood upright, opening his throat and letting out the most insane burp of his entire life. He started to notice that his hips were shaking backwards and forwards, with Jac crying out in delight; his words incomprehensible to Levi at that moment with all the strange physical sensations that were ripping through his body. He placed his hands on his stomach, feeling it rising like dough beneath his chest. Then Jac smacked his hands away so that he didn’t block anyone else’s view of the transformation that was already beginning to occur.

“Look at him!” Jac was shouting, as Levi felt his butt being slapped and his love handle pinched. “Look at this beautiful fat! It’s fantastic!”

As Levi’s body rocked uncontrollably, he began to feel more and more areas jiggling. He knew his ass had started to swell, for it shook wildy. But then that jiggle started to spill out, into his thighs and even into his back. Since his little gain after the holidays, he’d already experienced a little movement in his chest, but now he felt his nipples shaking like never before, with the feeling of an odd mass beginning to surround his erect penis.

Levi knew that he had altered by quite a considerable amount, for the new victim in the corner now curled up against the wall, starting with shock and horror. Levi tried to look down, feeling a ring of fat squeezing into his neck. He saw his hands, unrecognisable with chubby fingers and mere dimples where his knuckles once were. Then, all of sudden, there it was: a giant mass of stomach that had created its own shelf beneath his doughy chest. Jac had slipped his finger inside the belly button and was using it to shake the incredible, soft lard that had formed such a giant tank on his body.

Standing up and keeping balance was getting harder. Levi readjusted his feet, but he always felt the strong arm of Jac pressing against his back, as if he knew exactly when he was needed to step in. Levi let his head rock back and rest against Jac’s broad chest, surrendering himself entirely to the fattening that was occurring. 

“Ata, boy!” Jac cooed, enjoying Levi’s total surrender, allowing the magic of the transformation to tear through him without the slightest resistance. 

Levi began to breathe deeply, feeling an incredibly warm and tingling arousal in his penis. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. He could feel his whole body swinging backwards and forwards like a large, increasingl heavy and speherical pendulum. But the feeling of arousal was so pleasant and comforting, there in Jac’s strong grip. He had no concept of how fat he had grown, but in that moment, he had no regrets in the slightest. It was as if Jac had been the person he had been waiting to meet his entire life.

“I think you’re going to be my fattest pig of the day,” Jac whispered, sending Levi into an inexplicably instant and intense orgasm that made him howl and his knees buckle, forcing Jac to hold him up entirely.

Levi felt his eyes grow heavy. The transformation over.

“You’re next!” he heard Jac laugh towards Harry. Then he felt his entire, monstrously obese body being dragged out of the room, with no idea what would come next.

[thymejot]

About your meta, I guess the thing is if you believe that Word Of God is canon or not. Jac Schaeffer said that Agatha was thinking she wanted to save Billy and kiss Rio and that she never wanted to bring Nicholas back. For me it’s not canon unless I like what they say 😝 but the fun of reading meta is to see everyone’s sometimes wildly different takes and in the end of the day people can think anything they want because we all bring our preferences, our bias and even our traumas to it

I believe Agatha truly loved Rio, I believe there was considerable time in their lives that they weren’t toxic to each other in any way and I believe that aren’t done, they still have centuries to work out their issues but I know there are plenty of fans that don’t believe in any if that. who’s right, who’s wrong I don’t think anyone can know and as long as everyone is respectful it’s all good. I just hope this fandom continues to be fun for a long time cause we all need the distraction

It is what I love about shows like this. Honestly, I dont think there is a right or wrong way to look at things.

Like you say, everyone has their own bias and will project onto characters. I really enjoy it when people want to have discussions about the things I love. I really appreciate you wanting to talk about this with me.

And the fact that while you may disagree with me on some points, you are not mean about it and are challenging me to look at things from a different perspective. So, thank you.

While I find it interesting to read up on writers intent, I don't ever take it as gospel unless it is there on screen. Between now and a potential next project with these characters, the writers could have evolved their ideas or changed their own interpretation of the characters. So I try not to hold too tightly to what they say.

Instead, I like to take what I have seen on the screen. The characters have shown us who they are with word, action, and deed. Every choice they have made forms who they are. A show not tell approach if you will.

I agree with you, Rio and Agatha love each other deeply. There was a time that it was far less toxic, and there may come a time when that is true once more.

I want to see them in all of their evolutions and iterations.

I want to see Agatha, the mentor. She has never been one to pull her verbal punches, so she won't take any nonsense. Her dynamic with Billy is so good that I would like to see that explored more.

I want to see Billy explore his powers, find his brother, and grow up a little more without being hardened by the world.

I want to see Jen flourish as she reaquaints herself with her power once more. Still snarky but less brittle. If she ever sees Agatha and Teen, have her just turn around and get the fuck away from them. Because they only lead to death.

In the end, though, my opinion is just one in a sea of thousands. I will write some ridiculous fanfics to get this show out of my system. Maybe make them a bit too oc for my own liking. Hopefully, I will learn from that and get better.

I just want to have fun with things. I don't want to hurt anyone with things I post unless it is superficial emotional damage (I eat that shit up). I hope you keep having fun with it, too.

In the end, as much as it pains me to admit it, these are not real people. So why not just go buck wild with our imaginations and throw them in every conceivable scenario. It's not like it will hurt anyone, so why not.

Feel free to chat with me any time

[jacscorner]

It’s funny to me how Kishimoto could never top the Sasuke Recovery Arc-at least, to me, he couldn’t. This, in my opinion, is peak Naruto. Not because Naruto or the others are at their peak, but because it combines all I love about the series:

Strategic planning and subterfuge.

Teamwork.

Moments of relationship dynamics between the squad.

And the epic 1v1 battles where much weaker characters have to fight older, more experienced ninja with crazier powers and have to survive with a mix of wit, surprise, and sheer determination.

Even though the mission ended in failure, I love this so much. I love the moments where we see the boys (minus Neji) were troublemakers at school, planting this small friendship already (and I love how Naruto and Neji, who were once rivals with different points of view have to come together for the sake of the mission). 

I kinda wish Naruto moving forward, Naruto went more in this direction, with Naruto going in Five-Man Squads with the other members of Konoha 11 (or 12 if we live in the bizarro fanfic universe where the mission was a success, lol) and we got to show off the other members of Naruto's age group. Maybe would've given them a few more moments to shine. Could've even given Sasuke a redemption arc and given him and Sakura some ACTUAL chemistry.

[we-are-inevitable]

Hi, Jac!! I am really enjoying reading "and the sun still sets the same" so far, and I would love to hear more about the frack au Jacobs siblings. Do Esther, Meyer, and Les live close to where the twins go to college? If not, what do they do to keep in touch (if they do keep in touch)? Does Les plan to go to college, and if so, what does he want to major in?

YESSSSS i adore them ugh. they are so so perf!!

so first things first, davey and sarah go to school about two and a half hours away from their family- close enough to go home if needed but far enough that they’re a little more independent.

davey has an INCREDIBLE relationship with his parents; he might be jaded and kind of prickly-looking, but he has evening yap sessions with esther nearly every day! he facetimes her while he cooks dinner, which just so happens to be when she’s cooking dinner as well, so he chats with her all the time. their dinner talks are something david tries hard not to miss!

i think sarah would definitely talk to esther a lot, too— maybe not as often as davey, but multiple times a week. i feel like that early morning talks while sarah’s on her morning run or just walking around campus would be their catch up time!

they both love mayer too obviously but he’s not a super big “use the phone” guy, so davey usually sees him in the background of facetimes (and he comes over to yap for about ten minutes or so) and sarah calls him on his lunch breaks at work!

their parents didn’t go to college, so davey and sarah are both first gen students, and esther and mayer can’t really afford to help that much but they do ALL they can. they don’t want their kids to struggle anymore than they have to.

they also both talk to les all the time. the jacobs fam is perfect in general but even MORE perfect in this au

les is around 12-14 in this fic (i havent decided yet) and he doesn’t really show up but i have thoughts. he’s the only straight Jacobs sibling, not that it matters bc he’s a middle schooler but it’s important to Me that you know that

les would be such a like….. sports marketing or business major. everyone thinks hes another frat bro douchebag because hes a straight guy business major but both of his siblings are queer and his parents didn’t raise a bitch

anyway i love them. im imagining esther and mayer being the two people that can make david smile and laugh like jack can and that’s a HUUUUGE thing that sarah notices when she first meets jack

esther thinks all of davey’s tattoos are so so cool and mayer was with him when he bought his first skirt. they completely support sarah’s love of fashion design and will even model for her if she has an idea for something they’d like. they are quite literally the best most supportive family on the planet

i could talk about them allllll day but alas, i will stop

[ohwynne]

TIMING: After Wynne returned from Ireland LOCATION: Wynne's tiny home. PARTIES: @vanoincidence & @ohwynne SUMMARY: Wynne and Van have tea and talk about demons. CONTENT WARNING: N/A

The kettle whistled but it sounded to Wynne like a banshee screaming. Many things did. A creaking door, a howl of the wind, a beep of a phone. Their mind had become a tricky thing once more, memories leaking through as if they were a dripping faucet that never properly closed. Drip, drip, drip. Declan’s body. Elias’ blood. Regan passed out in the car. Drip, drip, drip. Jac dying at the altar. Padrig's guts ripped out. Their skirt getting caught in brambles as they ran.

They turned off the gas. The screaming stopped. They poured the hot water in two cups, moved over to Van and placed one in front of them. On the kitchen table stood a box with various bags of tea. Usually they’d try to make something fresh and herbal, but they didn’t have the energy, so dried tea it was.

Wynne sat with their legs pulled up, knees against the table. “I have … cookies somewhere. If you want.” They glanced at the table, wanted to lay their head on it and stare at the wall. They were so very tired. But Van was here and they had things to talk about. Big things. Rhiannon jumped on the table and they stroked his thick orange fur. “Yeah. You know.” They weren’t sure what they were saying. Nora wasn’t home, still. Everything was bad, still. “Sorry about the cat hairs.”

Van knew that Wynne had come home, but until she saw them, she wouldn’t feel satisfied with the statement. I’m home could mean a lot of things. It could mean what it meant to Nora who said she was coming home, but left soon after. Until Van saw Wynne, she wouldn’t feel settled, and even after she arrived at their front door, she still felt sick to her stomach over what had happened. 

Van had hugged Wynne, something she never did. She didn’t really like physical contact, not in the way most people meant it. But it was purposeful, the way she had wrapped her arms around them, and the way she had let herself be directed inside. 

She sat across from Wynne now, hands in her lap as they brought the water to a boil. It felt like she was being rattled inside, too. The lip of the pot bouncing as the water grew hotter and hotter. She felt like that most days. But the sound stopped, and steam reached just beneath her chin as the mug was pushed forward. She looked at the array of tea bags, opting for mint. 

“I ate like, a ton before coming.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but not necessarily the truth. “Maybe we can uh, do cookies later or something.” Van looked up to meet Wynne’s gaze, thoughts whirring in one place, the topic of demons, banshees, Nora, and Declan all creating something vicious out of what wasn’t typically peaceful, but calmer. “No, I like them. I mean, I don’t like, go out of my way to get covered in cat hairs, but…” She cleared her throat. “You can sleep, you know. We can um– I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Okay was such a fucked up word, wasn’t it? “I thought that maybe…” She shrugged, “I was worried.” 

The air was thick. Not with the oncoming summer or the threat of rain or pollen, but with unspoken things. There was a conversation to be had at this table, on this day, over these mugs of tea — there were veils to lift and things to confess. Wynne’s was tight with the anticipation of it, the knowledge that Van and them would grow closer through honesty but that they’d have to bare themself, too.

It might have been easier to do this over text, but it was better not to. They knew that. They were tired, anyway, of conveying ugly truths through messages on a screen. It was just hard to put these things to words. To know when they could stop talking about tea and cat hairs and food. When the conversation shifted. They hoped it’d just happen, that they wouldn’t have to awkwardly maneuvre the chit-chat into a Conversation.

They plucked a bag of tea from the container without looking, dropping it in. Their appetite hadn’t returned yet, even if they had. Besides, they only bought tea they liked anyway. “Oh, yeah, sounds good.” A few weeks ago they would have had freshly baked cookies. It has been hard to cook, though. They didn't like holding the knife. 

“And no, it's okay, I need to try and sleep in the night, you know? Jet lag, or something. I don't get it but it's annoying.” They stared at their mug as Van worried, watching steam rise and curl. They wanted to be like that. “I’m here. That's what I care about most. That that's over. And that I'm also not … in my old home any more. I guess we should talk. Right? How do you… do that?” They pressed a hand against their forehead. “I mean I know how to talk. Obviously. Just… it's hard.”

“I’ve only ever been like, one timezone back, so I don’t think I ever got jet lag from that.” Exhaustion after travel looked different on everyone, and she knew that there were a lot more things than just air time plaguing Wynne. Van looked down at her tea as the color from the sachet bloomed through the water– something not quite true green bled through. It felt like she was looking at her insides. 

She looked up at Wynne as they began to speak, eyebrows furrowing slightly in response to the non-questions that came through to meet in the middle. “Do… what? Talk? I just sorta open my mouth.” A harsh laugh left Van as she tried to push the unease away. She shook her head a moment later, pressing her index finger against the hot mug. It burned, but it was a reminder that she was here across from Wynne and that she couldn’t get lost to the whirring inside of her mind. She retracted her finger after a few seconds, drawing her hands back into her lap. 

“You mean like, the demon thing, right?” She shrugged, “I don’t… actually know. It happens when I think I’m going to die.” She wasn’t sure if that was totally true given she didn’t think the situation with Diana called for a demon, but it was getting harder to parse through exactly what had happened these days. “But the rest of it, um– the melting, the other stuff… I break glass when I get nervous or upset, too. It’s magic.” The word fell off her tongue like it’d always been there. She had finally garnered a taste for it, and it was a strange thing to behold. “Somebody who– they also do magic, I think? Uh, they called me a summoner. I’ve been looking into it, but…” She twiddled her thumbs beneath the table, nails scraping along the edge of the wooden fixture. “It’s still kind of new? Not really new, but the um, acknowledging thing, I mean.” 

They still struggled to even grasp the fact that they had gone and come back from Ireland, that a plane had taken them to a place in a so-called different timezone. Never mind all that had happened in that place. It was strange, to be struck by disbelief while also constantly remembering the things that had happened vividly. Wynne shrugged. “Fair enough. It’s not great. People complain about it like a lot at the airport.”

Van was laughing and they were too, but it wasn’t the way they usually laughed together. There was something morose about it, which was how they felt about things most of the time these days. As if a thick, dark cloak had been laid over everything. “Oh,” they said. “Me too. That’s how I do it too.” It was funny. But it also wasn’t. But it really was. When Wynne laughed again it was a little more sincere. 

Van was magic. They’d suspected something like it, considering what had happened to the vampire. But the fact that it had to do with demons made Wynne feel uneasy — they knew there were nice (or at least … kind of nice) demons out there, but they had a feeling those were in the minority. “I … am … it’s good, that you’re acknowledging it more. I can try to help to look into it. Maybe the library can help.” Maybe it was in the restricted section, though. “So the thing … that claw that took the vampire, was that a demon?” They bit their lip. It would be very ironic if it was a demon who had saved them both from the vampire — but then a demon had helped them before. “Do you think planes are held up with magic like yours?” They frowned at their mug. “Um, not important. I just don’t get how they work without magic, so I think it is magic.” They pulled up one leg, placing their foot on the chair. “Demons … are dangerous.”

“I think that’s like, normal, right?” Van relaxed slightly, no longer feeling as though she might dissolve on the spot. There was a lot to be worried about these days, but she didn’t want to project that onto Wynne. They already had enough to deal with. “To talk with your mouth. I mean, I guess you could talk with other things, but…” She shrugged. Now wasn’t the time to get stuck on the logistics of how to talk in other ways. 

She tried to not let Wynne’s expression deter her from continuing on with her explanation. “I’m a little worried that looking into it will like, make people look into me, you know?” If there were hunters for things like werewolves and undead, then who was to say there wasn’t a hunter for what she was, either? Maybe it was self-involved to think that, but she couldn’t be too sure. This world was still new to her. “But, um…” Did Wynne know that Teddy also possessed magic? She didn’t want to out them, so she didn’t bring them up by name. “I have some other help, and I think… I would like yours, too, if you’re offering it.” It might be nice to have somebody normal on the sidelines. 

At Wynne’s question, Van faltered slightly. “I… didn’t know that’s what it was when it happened– that time or like, the others.” There had been others, and there was no shying away from that fact. “I’m not really sure… I don’t know a lot about this.” She wiggled her fingers above the table, looking down at them. They looked so normal, but each time magic swept over her, she could feel the electricity buzzing in the pads of her fingers, extending all the way down her wrists like some sort of alternate vein. 

Iron pooled at the tip of Van’s tongue as Wynne stated the obvious. “I know– I definitely know that. I’m not– I don’t…” With a sigh, Van pushed some hair out of her eyes. “I’m learning about it. The magic part, not the demon part– I don’t know– I think that I need to learn about that part, too, if I want to be able to control stuff. But I guess– summoners– me, I–” Another deep breath, another finger pressed to the now cooling mug, “it’s not just demons… we can summon other things.” She hadn’t read a ton into it, being too preoccupied with everyone in Ireland and their fates, but now that everyone was back (except for Nora), maybe she could find the time again. 

“I think so, yes. I saw a video of someone who talked without moving their mouth, though? But I assume the noise still came from their mouth.” Wynne frowned. It was really not the most important thing, and yet their mind kept coming back to it. It was baked air, like the things people had said on the stage of the trial. They didn’t mind it this time, though. “Or like, sign language.”

They nodded when Van asked if they understood. They did, in a way. There were always people looking out to hurt others, after all. It made sense maybe people would look into Van with bad intentions, too. “Of course. It’s good to be cautious. I think it always is. But I would be glad to help. And I’m glad you have help.” The world was so vast and to face it alone was impossible, though Wynne had tried in those first months after running from the commune. “I don’t know a lot about magic but I can look for answers.” Maybe that restricted section of the library should be broken into after all.

They felt a pang in their stomach as Van struggled to speak and hoped it wasn’t because of them. Wynne was silent as she tried to find the words, sipping their tea patiently and looking at her carefully. They tried to imagine what it was like, to begin to realize there was something within your power that you didn’t quite understand yet. They already struggled with all their own realizations — like that maybe they had grown up in a cult and that it was okay, really, that they were still alive. “It must be hard. To try and figure all this out. But um, you’re like not alone.”

They put down their mug. “I don’t … I don’t know a lot about magic, but I know some things about demons. Like that there are different types. And some are nice, but most of them are tricksters. And they can look like humans or like something else.” Wynne swallowed. “And some of them want human sacrifices. But there are rituals to get rid of them and other things. I can also learn more about it if you want, I have a source.” They didn’t want to name Teddy, but they were just around the corner. So was Gabagool, who was a bit more obviously a demon expert. “And other things? Like … if you got better, you could summon us freshly baked cookies?”

“Oh, true. Yeah.” Van pushed herself to think outside the box– to not be so embroiled with what she’d always been faced with. It was hard, acknowledging the things outside of her bubble, but it had to happen if she was going to face any growth. Wynne’s ways of looking at things was only further proof of that. It was a simple thing; a discussion about discussion, but it held more worth than just that alone. 

Wynne seemed to understand her in a way that few did. They offered their help, but didn’t demand she take it. That felt… nice. Wynne was just Wynne, and for them to extend their hand, it meant a great deal to her. Van nodded, “I’d… really like that, Wynne. Thank you.” That almost felt too formal for her. “Like, I would really like that. I think it’d help a lot, to know I’m not doing it alone.” She hadn’t been– she had people in her corner, but with Wynne, it felt different. Maybe because they had a lot more to lose, so it made Van feel that much more protective. 

The only demons that Van had been faced with so far were the kinds that saved her life. Were they good? Would they have killed her, too, if given the chance? She thought back to the feathery hand, and how if she plucked each delicate white strand away, what would be left? Somebody like her who had lost something? Or would it be something more sinister? “So it’s like people, like– all different kinds. That makes sense, too.” They wouldn’t all be bad– nothing could be all bad, because if that were true, then what Jade had done would have been right, and Van didn’t think what Jade had done, or did in her past, was right at all. But there were bad things, too, and Wynne affirmed that. It was a difficult thing to swallow– that maybe the portals she created that took down those going against her weren’t the only bad things. That the creatures she unknowingly asked for help were a part of it, too. 

“It’s just… a lot. All of it.” Whether she meant the demons and her magic or the whole Ireland trip, she wasn’t sure. Van took a deep breath and looked down at the tea that was reflecting back at her. “I would like, so much rather summon cookies or something.” Hopefully they’d be regular cookies. “Or like, maybe if Nora runs away again, I can just summon her right back.” It was a joke she had exchanged with Emilio, but the idea of it felt less like a joke and more or less hopeful. 

“But seriously, Wynne. I don’t– I won’t ever hurt you with it. I hope you know that.” Not intentionally, at least. She hoped by the time Wynne came face to face with her magic again, she’d have it under better control. Van offered them a weak smile. “It… this is all like, so messed up.” All of it. They should’ve been able to exist as regular twenty-somethings, not in complete fear that any move they made could end up with them in a casket. “I just wanted you to know that, though. The power stuff. It felt wrong um, not talking about it.” 

Maybe that was the most important thing there was in the world. To not be alone when going through these kind of realizations, to have people to look along with you. Wynne wished they could be more to Van than an extra pair of eyes, that they could offer her a kind of guidance and wisdom that she certainly deserved — but when it came to magic they were wholly ignorant. But they’d try, and at the very least they would be there with tea and other things.

“Of course, Van. You know, you helped me so much. Help me still. With all the things I don’t know, which are a lot of things,” they smiled a little. “And I get that this is different, but it also isn’t. Friends help each other.”  And this was easily accepted by now. Van was their friend and would continue to be their friend, even in the face of demons and former communes (cults?), even in the face of explosive magic.

They nodded. “Just like humans. Or people. All different kinds,” they echoed the sentiment, because it was the sentiment they were trying to build their life on. Wynne wasn’t struggling to develop a philosophy outside of the one they had abandoned, but this was a core part of it. Everyone had the ability to be good, just as everyone had the ability to be bad — and though some people had more powers to do bad with their bad intentions, it was still about intent. If a bad person had Van’s powers, it would be horrible. But Van was good. “But … I think they’re still, when they’re bad … they are very dangerous.”

Van was right. It was a lot, all of it. But it had been a lot since they had ran from home, the entire world an overwhelming cacophony of sound and bright lights. Though there was pain and fear, though, that lotness also came with these things. Van. Jokes. Tea. They clung to their cup. “Maybe you can practice that. And summoning Nora, but maybe you can use me for practice so she doesn’t have to know.”

Wynne frowned at Van before nodding their head again, meaning every bop of their head. “Of course. Of course, I know. I — you saved us, last time. And I am glad we’re talking about it. That we can talk more about my home, too. That it’s all … open and discussable and that it’s okay to discuss it. Because I trust you, okay? To hear my things, but also to not hurt me.”

“Yeah! Like, one day you’re going to totally wreck me at Mario Kart. Maybe not right now, but one day.” It felt nice to joke, to laugh with Wynne across from her. The days of staring down at her phone screen, of waiting for response after response; of finding out whether or not the people she cared about were okay weren’t necessarily behind her, but for the time being it was. At least, in Wynne and Regan’s case. Van so desperately wanted to find Nora, to show her the love that those in Wicked’s Rest had for her, to show her that even if home didn’t feel like home, it could mimic the feeling until it felt real. That was what it always felt like; Van never felt at home, but with Wynne across from her, she felt like she was getting closer. Van wanted both Nora and Wynne to feel that way, and she hoped that one day they would. “Friends definitely help each other, yeah.” Always, no matter what. 

Wynne held warnings in the palm of their hand, spilling them onto the table. They traced them out– a warning, a promise, the acknowledgment that while other things might be dangerous, Wynne didn’t think she was dangerous. Van wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Most of her life, she’d been treated as a fragile thing, and so she learned how to crack at will, to fall apart as that was what most expected from her. Wynne treated her with the respect she’d been looking for, much like Erin and Nora. “I understand, and I trust you.” Because Van had no reason not to. Because Wynne spoke of these things with an understanding that rivaled the ability to actually dredge up shadows and souls alike. 

Van snorted at the thought of practicing with Wynne. “Maybe when Teddy gets back we can try.” She didn’t think she’d actually use Wynne for any kind of summoning practice, but the offer sat heavy on her shoulders, or rather, the trust did. 

As Wynne went on to speak, Van sat in a silence that enveloped her, not in fear or turmoil, but in hope and understanding. “What happened? Was it the– your home, right? Something happened… before you got here.” Van bit the inside of her cheek as she watched her friend, searching for something– for the moment she should reach across the table, even if she wasn’t very good at physical affection. She wanted to learn more about her friend, not just because Wynne had insisted, but because this level of trust meant something, and Van wanted to show that she was reliable. 

They chuckled. “I totally will. The power of the toadstool will help me and I will finally get first place,” said Wynne, knowing that this was a very distant reality. They didn’t mind losing against Van so much, though, so it didn’t matter. They had skills that she didn’t have and through that they could help one another. It was very nice, actually. “Maybe we can play some games in a bit, if you want. Teddy got me a console –” They said the word with a bit of uncertainty, not sure if it was the right term. “– but I don’t really get it yet. It’s nice to watch Netflix with though.”

They gave their trust too easily, they knew that now, but the thing that existed between Van and them was different than that kind of trust. This was something that went deeper than believing things at face-value and expecting the best from people — this was the kind of trust that came with friendship, with knowing they could rely on Van. For fun, but for support and safety too. A kind of trust that Van wouldn’t exploit them or hurt them. “And I trust you.” 

A large sip was taken from their cup, the tea not as hot as it had once been but still warming up their insides as it traveled down. They wanted to fill their mouth and throat and stomach with tea so they wouldn’t have to repeat what had happened — but they owed Van the truth. And it wasn’t like they hesitated because they thought she’d look at them different, after all. That fear of condemnation seemed to have left them, at the very least.

“My commune — well, maybe … maybe it was a cult, actually. But we revered a demon. It gave us boons and stuff. And we … well, had to sacrifice one person every so often, and it was supposed to be me, but I didn’t want to die, so —” They swallowed, even if their mouth was dry. “I ran away. And then they —” Again, their mouth was dry. Wynne looked at their hands around their mug. “Had to find a replacement, so it was my brother. And then … Emilio, he found out for me, and then … we went there. To get rid of the demon. And Dr Kavanagh helped, too. And –” They shrugged. “I guess it’s over now. But it doesn’t feel like it. I am still there sometimes. And I still — you know, think about what ifs. And being in Ireland was so … they were so weird there, but also similar to home. It’s … yeah. But I know about demons because of it. That’s what happened.”

Van’s eyes lit up at the promise of video games after the discussions of how deeply traumatized they both were had ended. Van liked having these kinds of conversations because it meant she was growing, but she was a girl who liked to game at heart, and at Wynne’s suggestion, she nodded. “No, for sure, we can definitely play! I can show you how to like, actually use it and stuff. For things other than Netflix.” She smiled at Wynne, wondering if she could get their phone later to install a few different games on. It was easy to get lost in the ways that their communion could revel in comfort, but she knew it was important to understand the ways in which they needed to be there for one another through the dark stuff, too. It was, at the very least, easier to acknowledge than before. 

There was the temptation, after seeing the look in Wynne’s eyes, to tell them that they could discuss it later. But wouldn’t it hurt later, too? Wouldn’t there be that same look in their eye, the subtle shake of their fingers as they clasped it around their mug? Van knew that now was the time to listen, not to insist that they could revisit it another time. This was important, and Van had shared her truth no matter the fear that came with it, and Wynne wanted to do the same. Van owed it to them to listen instead of make excuses. 

As Wynne went on to tell their story, Van could feel their mouth widening, forming a perfect and round ‘o’. That wasn’t something she had expected, but it made sense, with Wynne knowing a lot about demons. Or, at least, way more than she did. Van reached across the table finally, closing a hand over one of Wynne’s that was still wrapped around their mug. It felt like the right thing to do, and she wanted to do the right thing by them. “You feel guilty, right? About surviving? Both times?” Van could understand that, too. She felt guilty about Diana, about Debbie– hell, even about the banshees that had taken her home from her. How she had gotten to live in the bubble of safety, of what Jade didn’t categorize as dangerous– how others simply existing with what they were had been condemned. Wynne had been condemned, but they had crawled out of it– had escaped the fact of death, despite the odds. “I’m like, really glad you didn’t die.” She thought that much was obvious. “Before, and in Ireland. Both times. You deserve to live, you know.” This wasn’t about her, but she felt like she was talking to herself, too. 

Van squeezed Wynne’s hand, running through the number of things people much wiser than her had said to her in the hopes of bringing her back from the brink. But it didn’t seem like Wynne was on any ledge. This was a conversation filled with hope and trust, and Van needed to treat it as such, instead of imposing her own versions of grief and understanding onto them. “I’m sorry about your brother.” Van’s lower lip trembled slightly as she spoke, “and I’m sorry that it feels like you’re still there.” Van knew how that felt. She was still in that parking lot, standing across from Diana. She was still in the grocery store with Debbie. She was standing across from the banshee that had taken the last thing of her family from her. But she was in front of Wynne, and Wynne was in front of her. They were here, together. “But you’re here. We both um… we both are. We’re both here, and like, it’s super– this is so dumb, but we’re stronger than our demons. Literally.” A hiccup left Van and she reached up to touch her face with her free hand, realizing that tears had begun streaming down her cheeks. 

Wynne’s story made Van want to learn how to control her magic instead of run away from it. It shouldn’t have been the defining factor for her, considering the tragedies that had already occurred, but she wanted to make sure that Wynne would never have to face something like that again, not if she could help it. “Thank you. Um…” She blinked away the tears, “for telling me.” 

“I’d really love that,” they said, smiling brightly. Van was so clever when it came to technology, but also someone that Wynne liked to learn from. And playing games they did like — even if the ones they were used to were more card or board based. Video games were fun to play by yourself, though, which was nice. They liked the idea of drowning out their thoughts by pushing buttons.

As the truth spilled from them, Van reacted with a kindness they might not have allowed a few months back. They no longer expected people to respond with anger, to condemn them for their betrayal and so they let their friend touch their hand. And even if Van were to tell them that they should have died, that they had been selfish and a traitor — they’d have the knowledge that plenty of others thought differently, themself included. But Van just took their hand and offered words of understanding.

They nodded tentatively, “Yes.” It was a heavy way to live, to feel like there should be something shameful about every breath and step taken. And yet that was the truth of it — they felt guilty for sitting here. “I’m trying … I’m trying not to. I am also glad I lived. Even if I feel guilty, too.” There would never be any undoing of it — no possible way to bring back Iwan or to turn the clock on what had happened in Ireland. Their past was a trail littered with mistake but it was a trail that kept going, winding through forest and field and past beaches. It kept going. 

There was another dip of their head, their eyes glued to the squeeze of Van’s hand around theirs. Wynne took the sympathy in stride, not feeling discomforted as it came from the other. “Me too.” They looked at Van and at the tears on her face and felt something loosen in their throat, a tightness they hadn’t realized was there until now. They, too, cried. “It’s … no, it’s true. It’s not dumb at all. We are stronger than them.” The demon had died. Wynne still lived. That trail kept going. 

“Of course. And – thank you for listening.” They turned their hand around so palm met palm and held onto Van’s, not wanting to let go just yet even if they didn’t know what to say any more.

Van had felt alone for so much of her life, that the feeling of having Wynne across from her still felt slightly foreign. It felt like that time by the mines with Nora, signs melting down to nothing as Nora exposed herself as an entirely different being altogether. She was learning things about those she called friends, and in turn it made her feel less alone, less… desperate for understanding. 

They could take their time together, she thought. Her hand remained overtop of Wynne’s as she looked at them, vision only slightly blurred from the tears that ran down. It was a special thing, being able to fall into step with somebody else’s trauma, even if the ones that she’d experienced had been so far removed from anything that Wynne had. She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched them, “I’m glad you told me. Really, really glad, Wynne.” There was nothing but sincerity in her voice as she squeezed their hand. 

With her other hand, she grabbed her mug which had cooled off considerably. The tea was lukewarm, but Van didn’t care. “I feel like, so adult right now.” Drinking tea and crying– she’d seen her mom do it a thousand times over. Only, her woes weren’t about a fragile daughter or money, but something entirely different. Things would be okay. Maybe not right now, when everything was so fresh, but eventually– Van had to believe that. Not only for her sake, but for Wynne’s, Nora’s, and Regan’s, too. 

[arcanigenum]

Plot idea with jacques and the boys verse:

Your nasty muse has had private chats with jac on whatever pr0n webcam site he's on (whether muse paid for a private show or just wanted to talk is up to you), and they agree to meet up irl for whatever reason(payment depends on how hot ur muse is)

[tdadtwch]

IRON GIANT WEREWOLF AU: Chapter 3 Preview

Heath inhaled another puff of smoke, smirking as he made his way across the blacktop. Benny was waiting for him in a shady spot on the other side of the court. He popped open a can of beer before looking up at the other teen.

“Who was that?”

“Nobody, just a cuck who thinks he’s more important than he actually is.”

Shrugging, Benny took a swig of his beer as Heath sat on the ground next to him. They spent the next few minutes in comfortable silence, watching as Adam and a few other guys chatted amongst themselves. Heath took another drag of the cigarette and looked over at Benny.

“Hey, let me hit that,” he said, gesturing to the drink. He took the can from the other boy and gulped down some of the lukewarm beverage. He usually preferred vodka over beer but the taste was fine regardless. Heath exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and soaking in the cool air. 

He tried thinking of another time in his life where he felt this same amount of calm. What came to mind was a moment from his childhood, back when his father was alive and well. He and Hogarth were sitting on a bench and eating ice cream in the park. Jonathan Hughes was sitting behind them on the edge of the town’s fountain, quietly taking in the scenery. At some point Hogarth’s ice cream scoop fell onto the ground with a splat. Heath laughed and his own frozen treat was shoved into his face seconds later.

Now with a glob of Butter Pecan on his nose, both brothers glared at each other before turning to the sound of their dad’s laughter. Jonathan had laughed so hard that he slipped and fell backward into the fountain with a yelp. Hogarth and Heath immediately burst into a fit of hysterics, their previous feud disappearing from their minds.

Heath smiled as he opened his eyes, reminiscing on simpler times. Just two siblings and their dad having the time of their lives; the three of them against the world. He was pulled from his reverie when he noticed Benny watching him.

“...Do I have something on my face?”

Benny shook his head. “I just can’t believe you’re sitting here.”

“What, am I too close to His Majesty?” Heath quipped, passing the can back to him.

“Haha, smartass. But seriously, I never thought in a million years that you would be sitting here and hanging out with me. I mean this past week was the most fun I had in awhile.” Benny furrowed his brow. “Did somebody spike the water supply or something? Because it’s like you’re this whole new person.”

“Dude, I feel like a new person!” Technically, this statement was true.

Ever since his argument with Hogarth, Heath felt more and more different as the days went by. He was better, faster, stronger. Like an old machine taken apart and made anew. Colors were brighter, sounds were clearer and scents were fresher. He never felt more alive!

Sure, there were a few drawbacks—like the fur growing out of his scars and the white streaks appearing in his hair. But it’s nothing that a pair of scissors and some hair dye can’t fix.

Heath’s gaze drifted to the tattoo on Benny’s right upper arm. It was a black and white basketball with the number fourteen written over it. Pointing to it, he asked, “What’s the story behind that?”

Benny lifted his arm. “Oh, this? Just something I got before I left my hometown. It symbolizes all the baskets I scored during my first ever game. One of the best moments of my life.”

“Where’s home?”

“Dukesberry, New Hampshire.” Benny took another sip of beer, smiling wistfully. “It’s like Rockwell but with a large Jewish community.”

“Hey, fellas!” They looked up to see Adam waving his arms at them. “You guys up for another game? We want a rematch.”

Heath and Benny nodded eagerly as they both got up from the ground. Heath took back the can and stuffed his cigarette butt inside it before crushing the aluminum in his fist. He tossed it into a nearby garbage bin when Benny spoke up again.

“Hey, you doing anything Friday night?”

“Not really, why?”

“We’re going to a party at the old Jackson residence. I mentioned it to you before. The deserted farm outside of town?”

“I remember…” Heath arched an eyebrow. “So you seriously want me to come to this thing?”

“Yeah, dude. I think you’d have a good time.”

“What about everyone else? Wouldn’t it kill the mood if The Heathen turned up and crashed the party?”

“It’s not crashing if you’re invited,” Benny pointed out. When he noticed the slight hesitation in the teen’s gaze, he quickly added, “But if you don’t wanna go, then that’s fine too! I just thought I’d ask. Most of the school is gonna be there as well as some other people. It’s probably gonna be a bit overwhelming so if you say no, that’s totally—”

“Okay.”

Benny blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I said okay. We’ve been hanging out a lot anyway so I might as well tag along.” Heath threw an arm around the other’s shoulders. “Y’know, you’re not as annoying as I thought you’d be.”

Benny rolled his eyes as he blushed. “And you’re not as horrible at basketball as I thought you’d be so I guess we’re even.”

“I’ll show you horrible, you little bastard!” Heath laughed, putting the other teen into a headlock and ruffling his hair. Once they separated, he grinned roguishly.  “Now let’s go fucking decimate these assholes.”

[cas-skz]

FIREWORKS

Your mom decides to throw a New Years Eve party, and eagerly introduces you to her friends son. You and Changbin pop off into a new year and a new friendship.

18+ MDNI!!! plz&thnx

WARNINGS/SUMMARY: *Michael Scott voice* SEX, unprotected sex (wrap ya dingaling) oral (m to f), big peen probs (momentarily), basically kinda cute fluff into the naughty yanno

yapyapyap sorry if the spacing is weird on this, I’m on my phone posting rn but will fix later. real question I have some real wild stuff in my drafts and if u dare me I’ll post it ok. Also Jac didn’t proof read so expect errrors in grammar and spelling ok thanku

cas xx

“Mooooom, why the help would you invite him?! You exclaimed dramatically as your fingers curled a slice of meat for the charcuterie board you were working on. “Hey, his mother is a good friend of mine and you said it yourself you find him attractive.” She laughed, moving around the kitchen area setting things up for your New Years Eve party. It was the first time you’d been home for the holidays in almost 3 years, and your mom had been raving on about her friends son for at least 1.5 of them. People started arriving around 9:30pm, but you were still hid out in your room touching up your makeup. Since it wasn’t a giant party, you decided to dress casually cute and do simple make up.

“Y/N!! Can you come down, please?” You heard your mom yell. A soft groan passed through your lips as you shoved your Ugg’s on, checking yourself once over in the mirror. Your sweater was far too baggy, but it was a vintage plaid and looked really cute with your black leggings. You skipped down the stairs, a small smile in your lips as your mom stood at the bottom, accompanied by a friend and her son. Giving a small wave, you stopped at the bottom of the stairs as your mom did introductions. “And Y/N, this is Changbin. Evelyn’s son I was telling you about.” You couldn’t help but laugh when your mom gave him a nudge, “You’re so embarrassing sometimes.” You smiled, rolling your eyes jokingly. She had always been like this, and you learned to accept it finally.

Around 10:30 the party was in full swing, mainly your parents friends mingling and chatting in the kitchen, while your little brother had a group of friends gaming in the basement. You had taken to the living room with your glass of wine, watching Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve on tv. “Can I get you a refill?” You heard a male ask, turning slightly to see Changbin with a fresh bottle of wine and a glass in hand. “Please and thank you.” You smile, holding your glass up for him to pour into. He joined you in the couch, and your eyes gazed over him for a long moment. You’d only seen him in pictures but in person, he was way more attractive than you expected. Before he catch you looking, your eyes shot to the tv as Miley Cyrus came on. “She looks so different now.” You commented, taking a long sip of wine as you felt your face turn red.

After chatting for a bit and letting the wine settle in, you and Changbin joined the parents in the kitchen as New Years approached. Your dad had forced you into a game of flip cup, pinning you against Changbin, who you easily beat. He threw you a little smirk, “I’ll get you next time.”

The players had switched, and you stood in the kitchen looking out into the house as the group cheered each other on. Your hand gripped the wine glass, taking a sip as you noticed Changbin starting to walk towards you. “IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT.” You heard your brother scream as he and he friends came running up the stairs. “He- HEY, watch yourself dork!” You yelled at your brother as he knocked past you, pushing you directly into Changbin’s large and firm chest. His arms wrapped around you, as the rest of the teens ran by, before he looked down at you. “All good?” He chuckled. You nod, fixing your hair a bit and regaining yourself, laughing shyly as you patted Changbin on the chest. “Yes. Just remind me to trip him or something later.” You laughed.

“Oh, look who’s under the mistletoe.” Your mom said from the dining room, as a wave of giggling started between her and Changbin’s mom. Your eyes glanced up, confirming it was in fact above your heads. Changbin’s hands were rested on your hips, and he gave you a small squeeze before a shy chuckle escaped his lips. “Do- uh. Should we?” He stumbled over his words, which made you blush. “Yes we should.” You say, leaning up on your tippy toes as he leaned down for his lips to meet yours. The butterflies it gave you were unexpected, but the alcohol in your system had you craving for more.

You pulled away once the whole house burst into cheers, shyly hiding yourself in your hands. Thankfully, the count down to New Years took the attention away from the two of you. Turning your attention back to Changbin, his hands squeezed your sides once again, this time pulling you a little closer to him. You didn’t mind, and let your hand rest against his chest. “New years kiss?” He asked, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

The countdown from 10 has started in the background, and you slowly nodded as one of his hands moved up your body to cup your cheek. As the clock struck midnight, his lips met yours, kissing you deeply. Your stomach did flips as you kissed back, leaning into him slightly. The alcohol was definitely having an effect on you and you weren’t sure if Changbin was feeling the same or just had plans of his own. With everyone distracted, and your little make out session quickly heating up. His lips were addicting in a way. How they moved against yours, how perfectly soft they were.

You broke the kiss, but kept yourself close so he could hear you over the crowd. “Do you wanna get some air?” You question, biting your lip gently. Changbin nods, taking your hand and quickly heading towards the backdoor. You took one last glance inside, thanking god no one had spotted you slipping out. You pointed him towards the pool house, which your parents had turned into a tiny hang out for your brother to smoke in.

Fireworks has started in the front of the house while you and Changbin quickly entered the hangout, locking the door behind you. Changbin was quick to pin you against the door, his lips finding yours again, rougher and sloppier kisses being shared. His hand found its way under your sweater, resting on your ribs for a moment as his lips moved to your neck. He placed a few gentle kisses, nipping at your skin before speaking into your ear. “Do you want to do this? I just want to make sure we’re both consenting.”

You lifted his head to look into his eyes before placing another deep kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how hot it is when a guy asks first.” You smiled. “Gotta be a gentlemen, even when you’re drunk.” He laughed, returning his lips to yours as his hand worked to unclasp your bra. His hand moved back to your breast, cupping it as his fingers twisted and played with your nipple. You ran your hand over the bulge in his pants before tugging his belt off, working your fingers to undo the buttons and zipper.

Changbin’s arms quickly swooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You tossed your sweater and bra aside, which sent a small shiver up your spine. Changbin carried you over to the couch, laying you down as he hovered over you. “I feel like a teenager.” You giggled, finger tips running along his muscular chest, down along his abs. “Sneaking around behind our parents backs.” Your fingers worked backed to his pants, pulling his lower half closer to yours. “We’re never telling our moms about this, right?” He questioned. You couldn’t help but laugh, using a finger to motion for him to come closer. You softly pressed your lips to his, “never”

Your fingers tangled into Chanhbin’s curls are his tongue slid quickly along your clit, “You taste so fucking good.” He moaned against you, sliding a single finger into your entrance. A small gasp escaped your lips when his finger started to move slowly, “Fuck-feels so good.” You moaned, your head falling back. A second finger slipped inside you as his lips met your jaw line, working their way up your neck before finding your lips. Changbin’s kisses had softened, each one sending tingles down your spine. His fingers slowly slid out and be brought them up to your mouth, pressing them gently into your lips before you sucked them slowly.

The tip of his cock pushed slowly at your entrance, teasing away but also trying to fit his size. “Might be a little too big.” He half laughed, biting his lip gently as he tried to push in. “I can handle it.” You whisper, your fingers moving to rub slow circles onto your clit. Using his thumb to guide his cock, he slowly pushed inside you, barely able to use his full length. You both moaned in unison as he slowly thrusted, each one allowing him to push deeper inside. “I’m gonna cum” you moan, letting your fingers settled as your walls started to contract. Changbin’s hips started to rock faster as you climaxed, your thighs gripping onto him as your body twitched. You pulled him close, kissing his lips roughly as you felt your body relax slightly, allowing Changbin’s thrusts to bottom out. Your walls were clenched tight around his cock, every stoke hitting perfectly.

Changbin quickly pulled out, gently taking you by the wrists to pull you gently off the couch, where he took a seat. You bent down quickly, your hand moving slowly around his shaft as your lips found the lip, placing kisses upon the bright pink tip. You sucked softly, just taking the tip into your mouth as your hand moved slowly. You placed kisses along his length before making back up and straddling his waist, using your hand to guide his cock to your entrance. You slowly eased yourself onto him, letting your hand rest on his firm abs as you slowly rode his cock, quiet curses escaping his lips as his hand slapped gently against your ass. The second round of fireworks started to ring out as your hips moved faster, wetness dripping down as you hid your face in his neck, unable to control your moans.

Changbin’s lips sucked at your neck as your legs started to shake, another climax hitting. You let your body rest on his lap, moving your lips back to his as your walls continued to contracts against his cock. “You feel so good.” He moaned, “I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” He laughed, pecking his lips into yours. His hands moved to your hips, grinding your them down into his. It didn’t take long before you came again, your walls tightening around his cock.

Your lips moved to his neck, sucking hungrily at his skin, “please cum for me.” You moaned in his ear as your hips picked up speed a bit. You leaned back a bit, looking at Changbin as you rode, smiling drunkenly at him as his hands ran over your body. He cursed quietly as his head rested on the back of the couch.

Your hands rested on both sides of his neck, pulling his head back so you could see him. His cock started to twitch inside you as his hands grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto him as his load shot deeply into you. Changbin pulled your lips to his, kissing you deeply as his hips bucked into yours before settling. You let you head fall onto his shoulder, trying to calm your breathing. “What are the odds we can sneak back to my place?” Changbin questioned with a smirk.

[feeder86]

The Feeders’ Former Years

Jac sighed. It was pathetic. This girl thought they were actually friends; he could tell by the way she smiled and lowered her voice in that conspiratorial way whenever she talked about the others on the course. Sadie: the girl from a nowhere town, merrily plodding along on her boring life that would ultimately amount to nothing. She had followed him up the hill, back to the dorms, chatting in his ear and somehow managing to keep up with his massive strides.

“Oh, so you live in THESE dorms?” Sadie smiled, breathing a little heavily, but still by his side.

Jac rolled his eyes, but turned and smiled at her nonetheless. “Is there something special about this building?” he asked, bemused by the simple girl’s surprise.

“This is where all the hot guys seem to be this year!” she beamed and then blushed a little at her stupidity. It was a flaw of hers. She got overly nervous or excited and the pathetic thing let her mouth run away with her. 

Jac just smiled. He didn’t need to be told how good looking he was, and he didn’t need flirts from someone so basic as this girl. He took advantage of her embarrassment and slipped away, into the dorm. 

Once upstairs, Jac opened the door to the corridor, only to be greeted by the muscular bulk of Sam, tumbling into him after catching a football that had been flung down the corridor by one of the other boys.

“Sorry, Jac,” Sam mumbled, standing up straight, a little embarrassed to have fallen to the floor in front of him. “You want to join us?” he asked, sounding keen, like an irritatingly hyperactive labrador.

“No,” Jac simply replied; momentarily not caring how rude he sounded. He spied Rob and Ben down the corridor and huffed in disapproval. Of course they had been involved in this ridiculous indoor football practice. The three idiots together, making as much noise as they liked. What more could be expected from them? He gritted his teeth, trying to hide his annoyance at the fact that these three simpletons were exactly the type of guys fools like Sadie fell for. The three athletic boys strutted around the campus with a sense of power and entitlement that came purely from their sporting prowess and good looks. They knew that the girls worshipped them for it and believed they had the world at their very fingertips. Jac knew that he needed to do something about that. The idea of toying with them and bringing them down excited him. It always had. Back in high school, he’d been a master of quiet manipulation and mind games; entertaining himself through the monotony of it all by enacting cruel twists of fate upon one member of the popular crowd after another; none of it ever traceable back to him. He wasn’t a nice person; he never had been. But he knew how to make people believe that he was their friend. And, now that he was older and more experienced, he felt his mind opening even more. He had a talent within him, a sense of power and an emerging knowledge of the interconnections within nature. It was thrilling and exciting to feel his understanding growing each and every day; something that these three pathetic boys couldn’t even begin to comprehend. 

So young, so handsome and oversexed, the three of them were prime candidates for whatever Jac’s wicked mind could concoct. He turned, smiling sweetly at them. “Don’t hurt yourself there, Sam! You make sure you boys have fun,” he offered kindly, heading into his private room and away from them all. He needed to play nice and have more patience with them. That way, those idiotic boys would never suspect what was about to come their way.

Jac had come to college hoping that a degree in chemistry would advance his personal studies. It hadn’t taken him long to realise that even the professors were lacking. They didn’t understand the world the way that Jac could. They didn’t see the interactions between the biology and chemistry that they taught. They scoffed at the thought of ancient knowledge, of the mystical, fantastic and unexpected properties of the natural world. Jac’s mind whirred with it all; the possibilities and, ultimately, the ways in which he could twist and manipulate them to his will. 

Each revelation made Jac laugh in amusement; his mind constructing one wicked plan after another. The things that he could do! How amusing would it be to have them all dancing like puppets on a string? Sadie, the jock boys, the idiotic professors of this lame university; one day they might look up at him and see exactly how much more important he was than any of them. They’d cower at his feet, and he would show no mercy.

Sam, Rob and Ben filled Jac’s mind more than any of the others who annoyed him in college. He could hear their loud voices out in the corridor and the whispered, undeserved admiration they received from all those around them. No evil scheme in Jac’s mind seemed foul enough for what he wanted for them; how much he longed to manipulate their lives; to change the way others looked up to  them; to take away their god-like status within these walls. He watched them indulge in women and their attentions. He could smell the arousal of them all; three horny boys on a constant hunt for a good time, and never being denied. They were disgusting; nothing better than pigs! 

Jac paused for a moment, feeling a great sense of revelation in his mind. Something rang true as he compared the three jocks to being a drove of pigs. The more Jac thought about the word, the more he realised it was right. In fact, all the boys in these halls were pigs; their needs and desires as basic as could be: simple, patheic; easily quashed.

Ideas brewed in Jac’s brain for some weeks. He watched the three boys as they played football on the lawns outside; shirtless and aware of all the eyes upon their bodies of physical perfection. He heard tales of their late night antics and smelt the sweat of their sexual conquests on their impressive bodies as they walked by. 

The final plan came to Jac, fully-formed, as he saw the three of them one Sunday afternoon, sat around the kitchen table, a little hungover and boasting to each other about the dirty girls they had picked up the night before. It was the perfect scheme to deal with guys like this; a way to make them pay for their lust and charmed lifestyle. People didn’t seem to understand the amazing neurochemicals released during sex. It was a mind-blowing state of arousal and dramatic change in the body; the perfect catalyst, if someone was devious enough to implant the correct chemicals and ancient magic into the body beforehand. Jac could see it all: the ingredients he would need, the ceremonies to be performed and sacrifices to be made. He was lost in a wondrous train of thought as the whole formula slotted together perfectly in his mind. “Bye bye, boys!” he smirked to himself as he began to write it all down in his notebook. Now, this was going to be entertaining!

“Oh, hey Jac!” Ben called out keenly. “You want to hang out with us?” he added, reaching to pull a chair towards their table and shifting up a little; always so desperate to add him to their crew.

“Sure,” Jac nodded, surprising them all by giving them more than his usual brief acknowledgement by actually sitting down with them. “I was just thinking,” he grinned, trying to contain his excitement that his plan was actually ready to put into action. “You boys want to come training with me this evening?”

The three boys had jumped at the chance; after all, Jac’s body was so sculpted and perfect; garnering him admiration from all the girls he shunned. They’d asked him before about his strength training secrets and made multiple attempts to invite him along to their sporting events in the past.  But Jac also knew that the three of them all looked up to him in a way that none of them really understood. It was part of what excited him most as Jac worked against them, creating his new formula. It had been joyous work and he felt a strange sense of purpose in all that he was doing; as if this was all meant to be. His true purpose.

Jac had been out that morning to buy protein powder and milk, adding in a couple more flavours that would disguise the taste of the mixture he would also be secretly adding in; the one that the boys would not be expecting, and the one that would see them slowly transform away from their perfect physiques of the present. When the boys were ready and standing there in the gym with him, he grinned, holding each flask out to them to slurp on as they watched Jac lifting impossible weights with ease.

“450lbs!” Ben asked, mouth agape as Jac went for the bench press without asking for a spotter. Already, he was nearly through his protein shake, as were the other two. 

Jac made an effort to make the lift look hard, but he sat up, his muscles bulging just as usual, looking smugly across at the three of them. “That’s how it’s done, boys!” he chuckled.

At that moment, a pretty girl with the tightest butt imaginable strolled on by on her way to the treadmill, capturing the attention of the three horny young males. Like flicking on a light switch, their scents immediately changed, making Jac’s heart pound with excitement. The formula was inside them and had just been ignited for the first time. He smirked to himself, then sat up, leading the boys to the next activity.

Despite their pleas, Jac had refused to go out with Sam, Ben and Rob that evening. Perhaps they thought that they were all friends now? Just the idea of that made Jac laugh. He watched them leaving, dressed to impress with their perfectly fitting shirts and tight pants that emphasised the athleticism of their thighs and buttocks. They certainly wouldn’t be returning alone that evening. It was Friday night and they were out to get laid. And that was exactly when things would start to get very exciting indeed.

The boys met in the kitchen the following morning; their usual debrief after a night out, finding out from each other what had happened to them after they had disappeared with a new girl under their arm. Jac drifted in, keen to see how things were unfolding. With all three of the boys, he could smell the ordinary undetectable scent of the formula, now fully established inside of their bodies. His heart raced, realising that it was indeed working. There was something different about all of them, but it was Rob’s stomach that Jac’s eyes immediately found. Dressed in a tight t-shirt, the boy hadn’t seemed to relise the slight tightness of it just below his belly button as he sat there, talking animatedly with his friends.

“We didn’t get to sleep until 5am!” Rob told the boys, laughing. “She was so fucking horny, she just wanted to keep going!” he boasted about his latest conquest. “It didn’t matter what I asked for, she was up for it!”

The two others laughed with a little jealousy, clearly not having had quite as much fun with their ladies the night before.

“That sounds awesome!” Jac smiled, coming over to the table to join then. “Good for you, buddy!” he smiled, grabbing Rob by his shoulder and shaking it with slight affection. Although delighted to see that Jac was joining them again, the three boys suddenly looked a little on-guard. They’d never heard of any of the college girls getting lucky enough to have sex with Jac and they had clearly assumed that he was not the type to approve of the sort of wild one-night stands that they themselves enjoyed so much. But Jac soon put them at ease as he sat himself down at the table, encouraging Rob to describe his night in even more detail, and the kinky things he had been up to. When Ben and Sam leaned back, it was slightly apparent that they were ever so slightly bloated in their stomachs as well, though it was nothing compared to Rob. And with that in mind, Jac felt intrigued to find out why.

“So, you’re telling me, she blew you off in the park on the way home, then you came back here to have sex. And then, this morning, you went for two more rounds before you packed her off home?”

“Pretty much,” Rob grinned, seemingly delighted to be receiving Jac’s approval.

“High Five, buddy!” Jac cheered, raising his hand up. “I didn’t know you were all such pros with the ladies!” he lied, looking around at them all, playing to their egos with perfection. “I can’t wait to hear how you get on tonight.”

“I’m not so sure I can handle another night out,” Ben grumbled, his head a little sore from his hangover.

“What?” Jac laughed. “It’s Saturday night! Don’t be such a lightweight,” he teased. He knew what he was doing. So susceptible to peer pressure, the boys were soon getting ready to hit the clubs again, with one very hedonistic goal in mind.

By the end of the week, Jac was starting to hear whispers about Rob. On the Wednesday, the idiot boy had slipped up, heading to the kitchen area without a shirt on, seemingly oblivious to the growing softness that was spreading across his forgotten abs. Although no one had said anything to him, the petty gossiping had spread through the dorms like wildfire. By the Saturday, he’d either noticed for himself, or had it pointed out to him, for he had disappeared off to the gym that morning and come back, dripping with sweat.

Ever keen to see his formula’s effects, Jac had decided to bump into him in the corridor, marvelling at how the idiot’s damp clothes were sticking to the swolleness of his torso. Perhaps the boy had been overmasturbating in the week, Jac smirked, seeing the puffy fullness to the guy’s butt, as well as the surprising mass to his thighs. 

“Wow! This bulk is really working for you!” Jac smiled, deciding to make a fuss of Rob. “Look at those guns, buddy!” he cheered, lifting Rob’s arm himself. “Our workout last weekend has clearly done you some good!”

Rob shrugged with a little embarrassment. “Actually, I’m trying to cut back,” he mumbled. “I didn’t really intend to…”

“It looks great!” Jac forged on. “I do the same thing every six months or so,” he lied. “During my bulks, I always put on a few pounds of fat in my stomach and my ass, but… honestly, man; you can’t beat it to help you pack on the muscle! You’re going to be absolutely shredded by next summer!”

“Yeah?” Rob asked, looking instantly more encouraged. “I didn’t think of it that way.”

Jac looked over Rob’s body with complete approval. “Man, I’m actually really jealous,” he laughed to himself. “Next time we go to the gym, I can already tell that you’re going to give me a run for my money on the weights.”

“You bet I am!” Rob smiled back; delighted at the prospect of going to the gym with Jac again.

“Are you off out tonight?” Jac asked next; a master at casual conversation.

“Well, I wasn’t going to,” Rob shrugged, clearly a little embarrassed about his current appearance. “But… actually… why the hell not?” 

Despite the clear progress with Rob, Jac could see that things were going to take a little longer with the other two boys. Sam was naturally broader and taller than Rob or Ben. Although he had been packing on a few pounds since he’d taken Jac’s protein shake, his body had done a good job of hiding the majority of it across his giant frame. The only anomaly appeared to be Ben, who’d been rather quiet that week, bogged down with a backlog of assignments that he had neglected. Looking at him, dressed and ready for a night out with the boys, he didn’t appear to look remarkably different than the week before. As frustrating as that was, in some ways,  it only added to the comedy of the situation for Jac, seeing a chubbier Rob sticking out like a sore thumb with his two other friends; his bulbous glutes pushing out so much more than the other two as they strutted off to the clubs. Still, Ben’s slow progress was a concern, and something that Jac would have to think about how to rectify very soon.

Another few days drifted by without much progress at all on Ben’s physique. Jac started to wonder if all the guy’s talk of sleeping with hundreds of girls was all just one giant bluff. But as he saw the boy coming into the kitchen on the Wednesday morning, tired and sleepy-looking after staying up for most of the night on an assignment, Jac’s patience finally came to an end. How much easier this would have been had these boys been born gay and Jac could have seduced them himself. The whole process could have been sped up so much by now!

“Morning sleepy head!” Jac smiled, with slight flirtation; for his own amusement rather than anything else.

“Morning,” grunted an exhausted Ben, filling up his bottle of water in the sink.

Jac huffed. Why couldn’t he just seduce these guys? It didn’t seem that difficult. They were so simple and unremarkable. They already practically worshipped the ground he walked on, drawn in by an energy that even Jac didn’t quite understand himself.

“You’re looking good this morning,” Jac tried. “That t-shirt suits you.”

Ben turned and looked at him, blinking a couple of times. “Thanks. You’re looking good too,” he smiled; suddenly seeming a lot more awake.”

Jac’s nose twitched. He could smell it; that arousal, drawing Ben to him like a moth to a flame.

“I really enjoyed spending time with you the other day at the gym,” Jac went on, growing more bold as he detected his success. “Do you think… maybe you might like to do something else fun with me at some point?” he asked, with a false coyness to his voice.

“Just you and me?” Ben asked hopefully, his eyes now wide with excitement.

“Of course, just you and me…” Jac smiled, moving in on his prey and placing a friendly hand on the guy’s shoulder. This was working. “Where would you like me to take you?”

“I… I don’t know,” Ben stumbled, overcome by his own silent arousal.

“How about…” Jac continued, lowering his hand down Ben’s shoulder until it reached the guy’s tight buns. Ben gasped and sighed with lust as his ass was cupped and rubbed by the guy he looked up to most in the entire world. “How about we go back to your room?” Jac finally suggested, smiling wickedly.

Five times. That was how many jerk-offs Jac witnessed Ben doing as they were together in his room. He smiled and laughed to himself as he went back into his own bedroom, realising that things were suddenly going to get a lot easier for him. By the time he’d left Ben, a strange bloating had started to fill his stomach and even his face had a new, surprising fullness to it. The poor boy had fallen asleep, his body exhausted by the chemistry going on within it.

“Rob!” Jac grinned, stepping out of his room the moment he heard Rob getting ready to leave for his first class. He was still on a high from his encounter with Ben, and so, seducing Rob would be no problem at all. However, the moment Rob laid eyes on him, Jac could detect the pungenat smell of arousal coming from the chubby boy; as if Jac had now unlocked something within him that even he could not stop. “Have you got a minute?” he asked, pushing Rob back into his own bedroom.

Jac looked around, seeing copious amounts of workout gear and weights across the floor. Rob had clearly developed a bit of a complex about his new shape and it was hard for Jac to not laugh as he imagined Rob in here, trying to burn off his extra pounds each evening; his fresh fat jiggling and bouncing; the shimmer of sweat across his softer exterior.

“What’s the matter?” Rob asked, wondering why Jac had invited himself into his room.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Jac began, hearing Rob’s heart racing with lust. “I’ve started to develop these strange feelings… for you,” he explained, pretending to feel embarrassed to be sharing his emotions like this. “Sometimes, I get the impression that maybe you feel the same way.” He hid his face in his hands. “Or… I don’t know. Am I just imagining this, Rob?”

“You’re not imagining anything,” Rob replied, pulling Jac’s hands away from his face. “I think…I think I’m in love with you.”

Jac smiled, holding back another urge to laugh. Rob was in love with him already? This was almost too funny for words. “I want to kiss you,” Jac whispered, then waited as Rob leaned in. After that, in a frenzy of lust, the chubby boy was stripped of everything he wore. He came, serveral times, in Jac’s company over the next two hours. The size of his stomach by the time Jac left was wonderful to behold: rounded and properly bellied, there wouldn’t be a thing left in the fool’s closet that would cover it entirely. Now there was just the issue of Sam…

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Jac nodded, getting involved in petty dorm gossip for the first time, simply because the subject matter was so delightfully entertaining. “I see them in the kitchen all the time, drinking beer and stuffing their greedy faces on chips and snacks,” he lied, successfully painting a picture of the three boys as nothing more than fat slobs.

“I used to really have a thing for Rob,” the girl next to Jac admitted, making the others shudder at the thought. “Not any more though!”

“I heard a rumour that Sam’s been kicked off the football team indefinitely.”

“I’m not surprised. He hasn’t been going to training for quite some time,” Jac added in, knowing full well that Sam was far too embarrassed by the tremendous amount of fat he’d gained; a giant gut that had to be seen to be believed. Unsurprisingly, his new body was finding it rather difficult to adapt itself for any of his usal athletic pursuits.

Jac felt no shame or guilt as he went back to his room. He simply smirked and carried the brightest smile on his face. He’d barely been there more than a few seconds when a knock came on his door and a fat, horny looking Rob, wearing a t-shirt that didn’t quite cover the giant bulge of his new stomach, stood at his doorway, hoping to be invited in. With a chuckle of glee, Jac pulled him inside and smacked his doughy ass as the highly aroused boy began excitedly undressing himself. Next there came a second knock and Sam was standing there, looking much the same. He seemed confused when he entered and saw Rob already inside. Jac decided to not play into the typical macho jealousy that could easily play out, and he kissed them both, explaining that if they wanted to enjoy his company that evening, they would have to learn to share. 

As if on cue, Ben arrived at the door next, entering with shock, seeing that Rob was already sprawled on the bed, stroking his erection and moaning. Howver, he soon aclimatised to the situation and within no time at all, Jac’s three little piggies were worshipping him, moaning and coming again and again. Despite their little pot bellies, all three of them were beginning to suffer terribly with back fat and Jac laughed, seeing the markings of their tight underwear written across their chubby bodies; held tightly in the grip of brand new obesity. As they left some time later, it was obvious that they’d swelled up even more. Rob couldn’t even pull up the zipper of his new pants, let alone try to button them.

“You know, you boys are really going to have to go on a diet,” Jac told them, doing his best to keep a straight face. He admired the once fit athletes with absolute satisfaction. They’d never lose this weight with the formula inside of them, and they would continue to swell every time their horny brains thought of him; tugging themselves off in the middle of the night and waking up even fatter than the day before. But in that moment, Jac knew with complete certainty that he was ready to move on; ready to find his next victims…

The following day, an irritatingly good looking guy on the next floor had the misfortune of meeting Jac on the stairs on the way down to his first class. He never made it out of the building, guzzling cookies that Jac had laced with his formula and subsequently spending the entire morning jacking off with him in his bedroom.

Jac’s social calendar suddenly became a lot busier as he started making an effort at going to all of the athletic clubs and events that Sam, Ben and Rob had been nagging him about since the start of the year. He smirked, looking around and realising that they really were excellent places to meet the types of guys he was most interested in messing with. He chose a young, strapping wrestler one night and proceeded to select from the baseball team the next. The football team was undeniably his favourite though. There they seemed to worship size and masculinity. It was a concept that Jac found almost too enticing for words, as he arrived each training session with a special treat for at least one of them.

Jac was having the time of his life, picking them off one by one. But of all the football players, Max was undeniably the one that he most wanted to add to his collection of fat boys. Tall, strapping and with a face more handsome than any of the others, Jac had been saving this particular pretty-boy for a later date; allowing the stud to watch all of his fellow players inexplicably becoming fatter and fatter, before quitting altogether. Amongst a few of the decidedly pot bellied boys who were two or three weeks into their emerging obesity, Max’s body shone out like that of a Greek god’s. Jac could see him looking with concern at his friends’ blubbery bodies with mild repulsion. However, tonight, Jac had decided, was going to be Max’s turn. He’d prepared a protein oat bar, laced with his special formula, ready to be offered to the unreasonably handsome young man. Then, after the training, with all of the hot and sweaty guys, Jac stood, completely naked, chatting to them all and smirking at the way theyl had to hide their crotches from him.

Jac was so used to the attention now. He loved every minute of having the boys admiring him; especially those newly doughy ones who would no doubt return to their dorms or frat houses and jack themselves off just thinking about him. A couple of the guys even tried to sneakily take pictures of his naked body with their cell phones; a practice that Jac definitely approved of and strategically ignored. Much like the way Mikey had discreetly stolen his underwear last week and returned this week with an ass that looked softer than a marshmallow.

“Where’s Max gone?” Jac asked, suddenly sensing that the scent of Max had dropped out, even before he turned around and saw that he was nowhere to be seen. He could have kicked himself. He’d only turned his back for a minute.

“It’s his girlfriend’s birthday,” one of the other boys explained; Eddie, a casually funny and stocky young guy that Jac had earmarked for his formula next week. Given that the boy was already a little thicker in the butt than some of the other guys, Jac was keen to see how his body would grow once he’d been seduced and dealt with accordingly. 

It was a conundrum. Jac could have quickly dressed and chased after Max, or he could simply shift his schedule around a little bit. Max could wait. 

“So, Eddie. Do you want to grab a drink with me tonight?”

The next morning. Jac slipped out his files and sighed at the thought of having to sit through an hour of Professor Lee’s inferior teaching. Achieving staggeringly high grades had made Jac the focus of many of the professors, and his absence in classes was always noted more than anyone else’s. But, being here allowed him to stay in the campus, finding new potential guys to use his formula on each and every day. The trade off was just about worth it. 

As Jac opened his file to slip in the useless handouts that Professor Lee had just given out, he immediately saw something new; an envelope with his name written across the front in a perfect, cursive style. His heart raced. How had someone got into his bag without him noticing? He was so careful and alert when he was out and about; it didn’t seem possible. There was also a surprisingly unfamiliar scent to it, unlike anyone he had ever come across here in the college.

Jac waited until everyone else had left the lecture hall, dismissing anyone who tried to coax him into going for a coffee afterwards, or attempt to conduct their inane conversation with him. When alone, he pulled it out once more and gave a final look over his shoulder. Inside was a letter, written in the same beautiful handwriting; its contents making Jac’s heart race even more.

I know what you did, Jac.

Go to the lobby of the Grand Hotel tomorrow evening at 8pm.

Seeing the slight ink bleed through the paper, Jac turned it over and gasped. There, written in the form of a long list, spaced over two columns, were the full names of each person he had brought down with his formula. Not a single victim had been left off the list. Now Jac’s senses were on full alert. Someone had been watching him; following him even. They must have known everything.

Jac was about to be exposed.

That evening and the following day, Jac considered ignoring the instruction, but never for any serious length of time. Whoever it was that had sent that letter, they were smart and cunning. And, as unlikely as it seemed, Jac regarded them, for the time being at least, as somewhat of an equal to himself. It was always better to overestimate a foe, and it wouldn’t do to have someone like that running around. Whoever it was, whatever they wanted, it would all need to be dealt with, and quickly.

The Grand Hotel was located in the heart of the city. The lobby was large and spacious; grand, just as to be expected. 

“May I help you?” asked a good looking guy at the reception desk, just five or so years older than Jac. He clearly had a very nice physique, with dark brown hair and a smile that must have melted the hearts of all the women who came in here. How typical of this place to put their best looking guy on the front desk, Jac thought, chuckling to himself. His immediate thought was of his formula. He could tempt the boy away from his desk, feed him something and then return each week to see its effects.

“No, thank you,” Jac replied, reminding himself that he wasn’t here looking for victims. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”

“Ah!” the boy nodded, looking up at the large, decorative clock and seeing the time. “That’ll be Mr Ernst.” His smile seemed to grow brighter as he mentioned the name. “And here he is, just on time,” he declared, eyes sparkling as he looked over Jac’s shoulder.

 Jac turned to see an incredibly handsome and tall man come walking towards him. His shirt draped over his beautifully toned body and he wore formal dress pants with a slimline belt that suggested he was here for business. His hair was blonde and cut into a style that was perfect for his beautiful face; a face that looked stern and unimpressed at the sight of Jac before him. “Thank you, John. I will take things from here,” the man declared in his deep voice.

Jac’s nostrils flared. The scent of this man was undoubtedly the same as that he had sensed on the letter, but it was still confusing to him. Mr Ernst didn’t smell like any of the other men around him. He was somehow different. 

The man turned, without greeting Jac in any way and started leading back towards the elevator. They stood silently, waiting for the doors to close, beginning the journey up to the very top floor without a single word being spoken. Once there, Mr Ernst led the way again, pulling out a card from his wallet to let them into a room.

Jac tried to hold back his surprise as he saw the lavishness of the hotel room he had just entered. The suite had an incredible view of the city, being large and spacious, with plenty of places to sit and relax. Jac closed the door on them and followed Mr Ernst as he sat down at a sofa and pointed to the one opposite it for Jac to sit and join him. It was the first form of actual communication that he had offered at all.

Sitting down, Jac knew that he was only to speak when spoken to. He didn’t have the upperhand in this situation. Not yet at least. And, after the dingy college dorms, the surroundings he now found himself in were taking a little bit of time to get used to.

“So, you’re the one who has been causing me such a headache,” Mr Ernst began. His voice was deep, with a slight hint of irritation. Jac remained silent. “Your ingenuity was impressive. Not many could create a formula like that with so little experience. But your application was sloppy. So many boys in such a small community. You were always asking for trouble. You don’t mind getting caught? Exposed? All your talents wasted!”

Jac swallowed. This man really did know everything.

“You will fall into line,” Mr Ernst declared. “You will follow my orders only from now on.”

“And why should I do that?” Jac tried; attempting to make his voice sound a lot more confident than he felt.

Mr Ernst seemed pleased by Jac’s momentary resistance, but he was undoubtedly someone who could not be toyed with. Like a hungry lion, Jac had the sense that he was a man who could turn on him in an instant. 

“Because, I will show you how you can have just as much fun, without ever getting caught. You’re not the only one, you know. There are many of us all over the world. Higher beings, with a distaste for the arrogance of the athletic and slender. There are many of us, all growing up, finding ourselves as you now have. And we all have exactly the same drive. We do, as you do; although not in quite the same way…”

“You fatten them?” Jac asked, his voice full of awe and wonder. His whole life he had felt so entirely alone. Now he was hearing that there were more people like him. More people who understood magic and the motivations that drove him. “How?”

Mr Ernst grinned wickedly. “I’m pleased that you asked.” He stood up, just as a knock came at the door. “Watch and learn,” he declared, as he walked towards the door.

Jac recognised the voice as soon as he heard it. Max, the football star he had been saving, was stood there, making eyes at Mr Ernst as if he was deeply in love with him. “Hello again, Evan,” he smiled in delight.

“Come in,” cheered Mr Ernst; his tone now more pleasant and friendly; lighter and enthusiastic; keen to see the tall footballer at his door. “I believe you know Jac here,” he pointed towards the sofa.

“I thought it would just be us,” Max replied, actually sounding a little disappointed to see Jac there. He followed Mr Ernst and sat next to him, as close as he could on the couch; kicking off his shoes to get comfortable, like a typically expectant jock.

Jac could see that Mr Ernst, or ‘Evan’ as Max seemed to be calling him, was doing exactly the same to Max as he had done to countless other men, making them fall madly in lust with him. Young and horny, Max seemed almost incapable of bearing it. As soon as he sat down next to Evan, one hand slid over his shoulder and another began to stroke the man’s thigh. He didn’t care that Jac was there; he was so overcome with arousal, it was clear that he just wanted Evan to turn to him and make love right there and then.

“Can you smell it yet?” the wicked man asked, looking directly at Jac. “The sweat?” He then turned to Max, encouraging his attentions by kissing him deeply and passionately. Max’s hardness looked ready to burst out his pants, and as they kissed, his fingers worked to unbutton Evan’s shirt. But after releasing a couple of them, Mr Ernst stopped him. “I think you should take off your shirt first,” he grinned excitedly.

Max didn’t need telling twice. Immediately, he stood up and pulled his t-shirt straight off his long torso. Mr Ernst hadn’t been kidding when he mentioned the sweat, for although Max’s athletic body was the envy of most guys, his chest glistened with sweat, like he had just rubbed oil all over himself. He sat again, pressing his body up against Evan like he was determined to ignore the fact that Jac was there at all.

“This disgusting brute had one single dose of my formula almost exactly four hours ago,” Evan explained directly to Jac. As he spoke, his hand rubbed over Max’s hardness, making the horny jock moan aloud, not listening to a word that was said. “You let him slip through your fingers…”

Jac felt the sting of accusation. Evan was right, he’d had the opportunity to use his own formula on Max and he hadn’t taken it.

“No mercy,” Evan stated very clearly and almost threateningly. “None of them ever escape. You will never let something like that happen again.”

Jac shook his head, sensing that he would be wise to agree with Evan’s demands, no matter what they were. “What’s going to happen to him?” he asked openly, given how indiscreet Evan was already being, and how mindless with lust Max already seemed.

Evan turned to Max and looked him directly in the eyes. “He’s in for a BIG treat!” he whispered, before turning back to Jac and laughing at his own private joke.

“Can we take this into the bedroom?” asked a desperately horny Max, with eyes only for Evan.

“It’s time to stand up,” Evan nodded, watching the seconds tick by on his watch. He patted Max’s slimline butt and ushered the guy away from the couch and into the middle of the space where Jac could have the perfect view. Jac felt overwhelmingly excited. Above the stink of sweat coming from Max’s body, there was an undeniable cocktail of hormones bubbling away inside the football star, waiting for ignition. “Ten seconds!” Evan chuckled, stepping back slightly to get a good look at Max’s physique for himself

Max was beyond help. Even with Jac there, he slipped his hand down into his pants and began tugging himself off. “Come on, baby! Stop teasing me. Come to bed…”

Evan laughed and stared at his watch. “Five… Four…”

“You’re so fucking hot!” Max growled, stroking his dick with ferocity.

“Three… Two… One…”

Jac gasped, not quite knowing what would happen, but excited for it nonetheless. Even before Evan triumphantly declared ‘zero’, the look on Max’s face changed. His eyes squinted like a sudden sharp pain had taken him; his free hand sliding onto his stomach. He growled, folding over slightly until, with his mouth agape, a loud, rumbling burp rose up from his throat.

“Come and look! It’s fantastic!” Evan declared; his voice uncharacteristically full of joy and delight. Jac could see Max’s hips start to rock backwards and forwards. Evan slapped Max’s hand, resting on his aching stomach. “Move it!” he demanded. “I want to see!” He laughed aloud and Jac’s eyes widened in elation at the marvel of what he was seeing. The skin on Max’s stomach, although sweaty, looked puffier and softer. As his hips rocked, it wasn’t immediately obvious what was happening, but soon there was no denying it: Max’s stomach was pushing outwards, forming a small paunch within a matter of seconds; even as his hand remained clamped on his own hardness, just as it had been before.

“He’s getting fatter!” Jac laughed, standing in front of Max and seeing the spaced-out expression of shock and submission on the guy’s face.

Evan tugged down at Max’s pants, making them slide down around his ankles. Then, with a delighted surge of energy, he slapped Max’s now naked butt, holding his hand there. His other hand drifted onto Max’s paunch, rubbing it gleefully. “Atta boy!” he whispered teasingly, clearly just as aroused as Jac was. “It’s time to become a great big, fat piggy-boy for me!”

Jac reached out his hand, feeling the growing arch of Max’s new stomach fat. He grabbed a wedge of skin around what had become the start of very real love handles, and jiggled in disbelief. Under the surface, real fat was amassing with remarkable speed. He reached back to feel Max’s rear, once so slender and pert, but now bloating quickly and expanding; widening and softening. Evan’s fingers draped over the other butt cheek, feeling its growth and bouncing the glute as the weight of it became more and more pronounced. 

A small double chin was starting to frame Max’s face and Jac couldn’t resist touching that too. There was blubber forming underneath the boy’s nipples and they also began to jiggle under the consistent sway of Max’s hips. Onwards the jock’s stomach pushed out, filling his middle like an inflating tire. Soon, there was a definite shelf forming under the boy’s softening chest, with his new belly starting to lunge from his hips. He seemed to lose his balance slightly, wobbling on his feet until he’d stepped out of his old clothes entirely. Only his socks now remained in place. Jac immediately bent down to pick up the empty clothes, saving the fattening boy from tripping again. He paused, gazing in awe at the tiny underwear that the handsome young man had been wearing only moments ago. Evan seemed to catch on, laughing wickedly as well, before grabbing the underwear and holding up them like a prize, dangling them in front of Max’s face: a monument to what the stud had once been and would never be again.

The gut on Max now looked so solid and set in, it was hard to believe that the guy had ever been anything but overweight. But now the formula seemed to be tightening its grip further. Max growled and winced as his round belly inflated outwards in all directions. He let go of his hardness at last, seeming to instinctively raise his arms a little as his belly and chest visibly grew with remarkable speed. Evan’s elation was contagious, as the man patted and grabbed at the expanding fat, even as it swelled into Max’s arms and thighs. All of a sudden, the football star seemed utterly enormous, yet he was still growing; swelling with pure fat all over his body and groaning as it took him over completely. It was hard to comprehend the size of him as the man’s nipples slid down his chest: four hundred pounds? Four-fifty? Five hundred? More?

Max appeared to faint and between them, Evan and Jac caught him, holding the monstrously obese man up with ease given their remarkable and inexplicable strength. Together they lowered him to the carpet, watching the large, doughy ass spread as it met the floor. Soon he was lying back completely. Fat bulged in new and exciting ways all over his enormous form. Jac stared down at the face, buried underneath gigantic cheeks and draped with a remarkable double chin that spread itself around the lower half of his head; entirely robbing of a neck. Chuckling to himself, Jac wondered: would anyone even recognise him anymore? 

“When it wakes up, it’ll think it’s always been this fat,” Evan explained, now calm and restrained once more. He looked down on Max like a conquered enemy, gloating in the glory of victory. “Everyone else will think it too. Reality is warping all around him,” the man explained, holding up his hands and touching the air as if he could feel it working, even now. He sniggered and lightly kicked Max’s body to see the waves of fat ripple across the enormous torso, then walked back to the couch; pointing directly at the one opposite for Jac to do the same; just as when he had first arrived. “Tomorrow you will come to the meeting I am holding here. There you will see all of them; all of the men just like you. All of them lost and alone until I found them and brought them together. I will show them my new formula, just as I have done with you tonight. You will see it in action once more. Then you will leave and use it yourself, on any man your heart desires. Five a day! Six! One hundred! I want them all to feel my magic within them.” He looked harshly at Jac, his eyes darkening with shadows. “Is this something you think you could do?” he asked in a dangerous tone.

Jac gazed once more at the enormously obese football star, still lying unconscious on the floor. Neither one of their lives would ever be the same again after tonight. He turned his gaze to Evan and held stare firmly. 

“Yes,” he declared with absolute certainty; knowing that it was a vow that he would gladly let consume his entire being for the rest of his days.