#Top Consumer Reviews

[outskirtspress]

Outskirts Press Voted #1 by Top Consumer Reviews Seven Years in a Row!

It can be hard to decide where to publish your manuscript with so many options available. But Top Consumer Reviews just made it easier to identify who you can trust. For the seventh consecutive year (2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, and 2023), the consumer product and services review site has again named Outskirts Press #1 in the self-publishing industry! According to TCR, there are many…

[noodledragon]

I posted 7,689 times in 2022

That's 2,168 more posts than 2021!

139 posts created (2%)

7,550 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@frostedcupcakesftw

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@detect-thoughts

I tagged 1,812 of my posts in 2022

#our flag means death - 180 posts

#critical role - 153 posts

#oc: rieldan - 100 posts

#turtle gang - 67 posts

#dragon age - 65 posts

#disco elysium - 65 posts

#friend art - 59 posts

#cr3 - 49 posts

#hoon art - 44 posts

#my art - 41 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i’m not in that situation but i honestly think if you set your mind to it you could go online and learn to read an analog clock in minutes

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“as you can see”

“press Y to pants”

215 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#4

290 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#3

I saw someone mentioning a wwdits!ofmd au and may I direct your attention to the 2014 movie

333 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

#2

See the full post

1,493 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

it’s Percy’s birthday he is 8

1,613 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

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[toppicksreviews]

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[snowbites-popsicles24]

Top Lime Popsicles Manufacturer & Supplier in India: Snowbites Popsicles 

Lime popsicles are a beloved treat, offering a refreshing burst of flavor that’s perfect for cooling down on hot days. Among the many brands available in India, Snowbites Popsicles stands out as a top manufacturer and supplier, renowned for its commitment to quality and taste. With a focus on using the finest ingredients and state-of-the-art production processes, Snowbites has become a favorite among consumers who crave the perfect balance of tangy lime flavor and icy goodness. 

Quality Ingredients for Unmatched Flavor 

One of the key factors that set Snowbites apart from other popsicle brands in India is their dedication to quality. The company uses only the best ingredients, ensuring that every lime popsicle is bursting with natural flavor. This commitment to quality starts with the sourcing of limes, which are selected for their freshness and juiciness. By using real lime juice and natural sweeteners, Snowbites ensures that their popsicles deliver a pure, refreshing taste without the artificial aftertaste that can come from synthetic flavorings. 

Innovative Production Techniques 

Snowbites employs advanced production techniques to ensure that each lime popsicle is perfectly crafted. The company’s manufacturing facilities are equipped with the latest technology, allowing for precise control over the freezing process. This attention to detail ensures that Snowbites popsicles have a smooth texture and consistent flavor in every bite. Additionally, the company’s commitment to hygiene and safety standards means that consumers can enjoy their popsicles with confidence, knowing that they are made in a clean and controlled environment. 

Meeting Consumer Demands 

In today’s market, consumers are increasingly seeking products that not only taste great but are also made with their health and well-being in mind. Snowbites understands this trend and has tailored its lime popsicles to meet these demands. By avoiding artificial additives and using natural ingredients, Snowbites has created a product that is both delicious and better for you. This approach has resonated with health-conscious consumers, making Snowbites a preferred choice for families and individuals alike. 

Wide Distribution Network 

As a leading supplier of lime popsicles in India, Snowbites has established a robust distribution network that ensures their products are readily available to consumers across the country. Whether you’re in a major city or a smaller town, you can find Snowbites popsicles in local stores, supermarkets, and even online. This extensive distribution network is a testament to the brand’s popularity and its commitment to making its products accessible to everyone. 

A Commitment to Sustainability 

Snowbites is also committed to sustainability, ensuring that its production processes are environmentally friendly. The company uses eco-friendly packaging materials and employs energy-efficient methods in its manufacturing facilities. This dedication to sustainability not only helps protect the environment but also aligns with the values of today’s consumers who are increasingly conscious of the impact their purchasing choices have on the planet. 

Conclusion 

In conclusion, Snowbites Popsicles has established itself as the top manufacturer and supplier of lime popsicles in India by focusing on quality, innovation, and consumer satisfaction. Their commitment to using natural ingredients, coupled with advanced production techniques, has resulted in a product that is both delicious and trustworthy. With a wide distribution network and a focus on sustainability, Snowbites continues to set the standard in the ice pop industry, offering a refreshing treat that can be enjoyed by everyone. Whether you’re a fan of the classic lime flavor or just looking for a cool treat to beat the heat, Snowbites lime popsicles are the perfect choice. 

[eyivibyemi]

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

Amazon's bestselling "bitter lemon" energy drink was bottled delivery driver piss

Today (Oct 20), I'm in Charleston, WV at Charleston's Taylor Books from 12h-14h.

For a brief time this year, the bestselling "bitter lemon drink" on Amazon was "Release Energy," which consisted of the harvested urine of Amazon delivery drivers, rebottled for sale by Catfish UK prankster Oobah Butler in a stunt for a new Channel 4 doc, "The Great Amazon Heist":

https://www.channel4.com/programmes/the-great-amazon-heist

Collecting driver piss is surprisingly easy. Amazon, you see, puts its drivers on a quota that makes it impossible for them to drive safely, park conscientiously, or, indeed, fulfill their basic human biological needs. Amazon has long waged war on its employees' kidneys, marking down warehouse workers for "time off task" when they visit the toilets.

As tales of drivers pissing – and shitting! – in their vans multiplied, Amazon took decisive action. The company enacted a strict zero tolerance policy for drivers returning to the depot with bottles of piss in their vans.

That's where Butler comes in: the roads leading to Amazon delivery depots are lined with bottles of piss thrown out of delivery vans by drivers who don't want to lose their jobs, which made harvesting the raw material for "Release Energy" a straightforward matter.

Butler was worried that he wouldn't be able to list his product on Amazon because he didn't have the requisite "food and drinks licensing" certificates, so he listed his drink in Amazon's refillable pump dispenser category. But Amazon's systems detected the mismatch and automatically shifted the product into the drinks section.

Butler enlisted some confederates to place orders for his drink, and it quickly rocketed to the top of Amazon's listings for the category, which led to Amazon's recommendation engine pushing the item on people who weren't in on the gag. When these orders came in, Butler pulled the plug, but not before an Amazon rep telephoned him to pitch him turning packaging, shipping and fulfillment over to Amazon:

https://www.wired.com/story/amazon-let-its-drivers-urine-be-sold-as-an-energy-drink/

The Release Energy prank was just one stunt Butler pulled for his doc; he also went undercover at an Amazon warehouse, during a period when Amazon hired an extra 1,000 workers for its warehouses in Coventry, UK, in a successful bid to dilute pro-union sentiment in his workforce in advance of a key union vote:

https://jacobin.com/2023/10/the-great-amazon-heist-oobah-butler-review

Butler's stint as an Amazon warehouse worker only lasted a couple of days, ending when Amazon recognized him and fired him.

The contrast between Amazon's ability to detect an undercover reporter and its inability to spot bottles of piss being marketed as bitter lemon energy drink says it all, really. Corporations like Amazon hire vast armies of "threat intelligence" creeps who LARP at being CIA superspies, subjecting employees and activists to intense and often illegal surveillance.

But while Amazon's defensive might is laser-focused on the threat of labor organizers and documentarians, the company can't figure out that one of its bestselling products is bottles of its tormented drivers' own urine.

In the USA, the FTC is suing Amazon for its monopolistic tactics, arguing that the company has found ways to raise prices and reduce quality by trapping manufacturers and sellers with its logistics operation, taking $0.45-$0.51 out of every dollar they earn and forcing them to raise prices at all retailers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/25/greedflation/#commissar-bezos

The Release Energy stunt shows where Amazon's priorities are. Not only did Release Energy get listed on Amazon without any quality checks, the company actually nudged it into a category where it was more likely to be consumed by a person. The only notice the company took of Release Energy was in its logistics and manufacturing department – the part of the business that extracts the monopoly rents at issue in the FTC case – which tracked Butler down in order to sell him these services.

The drivers whose piss Butler collected don't work directly for Amazon, they work for a Delivery Service Partner. These DSPs are victims of a pyramid scheme that Amazon set up. DSP operators lease vans and pay to have them skinned in Amazon livery and studded with Amazon sensors. They take out long-term leases on depots, and hire drivers who dress in Amazon uniforms. Their drivers are minutely monitored by Amazon, down to the movements of their eyeballs.

But none of this is "Amazon" – it's all run by an "entrepreneur," whom Amazon can cut loose without notice, leaving them with unfairly terminated employees, outstanding workers' comp claims, a fleet of Amazon-skinned vehicles and unbreakable facilities leases:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/17/revenge-of-the-chickenized-reverse-centaurs/

Speaking to Wired, Amazon denied that it forces its drivers to piss in bottles, but Butler clearly catches a DSP dispatcher telling drivers "If you pee in a bottle and leave it [in the vehicle], you will get a point for that" – that is, the part you get punished for isn't the peeing, it's the leaving.

Amazon's defense against the FTC is that it spares no effort to keep its marketplace safe. As Amazon spokesperson James Drummond says, they use "industry-leading tools to prevent genuinely unsafe products being listed." But the only industry-leading tools in evidence are tools to bust unions and screw suppliers.

In her landmark Yale Law Review paper, "Amazon's Antitrust Paradox," FTC Chair Lina Khan makes a brilliant argument that Amazon's alleged benefits to "consumers" are temporary at best, illusory at worst:

https://www.yalelawjournal.org/note/amazons-antitrust-paradox

In Butler's documentary, Khan's hypothesis is thoroughly validated: here's a company extracting hundreds of billions from merchants who raise prices to compensate, and those monopoly rents are "invested" in union-busting and countermeasures against investigative journalists, while the tools to keep you from accidentally getting a bottle of piss in the mail are laughably primitive.

Truly, Amazon is the apex predator of the platform era:

https://pluralistic.net/ApexPredator

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/20/release-energy/#the-bitterest-lemon

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!

[beehop]

doing a lil coding project for fun and trying so hard to break myself out of this "you have to do it the most correct and perfect way on the first go" mentality but its so hard :((

[optiblog]

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[malopeach]

in a time where (at least in the US) reproductive rights are being rapidly stripped away and many many people have lost access to abortion procedures, this is actually fucking evil imo

Yeah that’s not good

[starbluekindo]

mama's girl

synopsis: a mother always does everything to protect her child

cw: victoria neuman × wife!reader, s3e4, a little angst, reader is cited as a super, zoe neuman is just a baby :(

a/n: not reviewed

it's all for zoe's safety

that's what you repeated to yourself while victoria took the injection with compound v, making your heart squeeze. you knew what kind of situation you were condemning your daughter to, but you had no choice.

it's all for zoe's safety

your parents didn't give you a choice when you were born, they didn't give victoria the power to choose and now you were doing the same to your daughter, but it was all for her safety... why did it have to be so difficult?

“i’m scared” that destroyed you

“i know” victoria wrapped her hands around zoe's protectively, her eyes were teary as she looked at zoe. you knew she was trying to stay strong “they did the same thing to me when i was little…” she looked at you and zoe did the same “and to your mom too”

you wanted to be as strong as victoria was being at that moment, you wanted to convey the same confidence that your wife was at the moment, but you didn't have the balls for it.

“we need to do this, okay?” you said as you approached zoe, kneeling in front of her and bringing your hand to her face, caressing gently as you always did “because this will make you very strong and safe... i promise my sweet girl, nothing and no one will hurt you after today”

zoe was scared, you knew that because you could feel the emotions of the people around you and it was exhausting. you mentally begged her not to gain any power that tortured her like yours did to you.

“alright, let’s do this, okay?” victoria forced a smile and zoe just obeyed, following her mother's instructions. you looked at your wife and saw the hesitation in her eyes, the tears that were struggling to come out. she looked at you as if seeking approval and you just looked down at the floor, shaking your head and leaving the room.

you felt an unbearable pain as you heard zoe's screams, her cries making you cry. you allowed yourself to feel that pain, torturing yourself for what you had done to zoe, your head hurting as much as your heart.

your body slid to the floor and you hugged your knees, crying like the scared little child you always were. you raised your head and went towards your daughter, placing your hands on her back and concentrating on conveying all the positive emotions possible, transferring all that pain to yourself while zoe's crying gradually calmed down.

you condemned yourself for inflicting so much pain on your daughter, your little girl.

victoria managed to get zoe to sleep while you returned to the room, your eyes burning from the amount of tears you had shed. you crawled under the covers and curled up on the bed, crying softly from the guilt that consumed you, but also from the strange relief of knowing that zoe would now be safe.

"baby?" victoria called you making you get out from under the covers, looking at her with reddened eyes “it was necessary…” she whispered as she lay down behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you close “she’s safe now... everything goes be fine, i promise. i will protect our family”

victoria whispered and left a kiss on the top of your head, you felt the fear and determination inside her, her confidence and insecurity mixing leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, but it was okay, everything would be okay.

it was all for zoe's safety.

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch18 (End)

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15, Ch16, Ch17

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship? SMUT, public sex, creampie, breeding kink

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D-Day

The weather was chilly as the first heavy snow of the season finally started to flutter. Your eyes sparkled as you watched from Miguel's office window, adoring the view of the city. The city of Nueva York was beautiful before you.

Shivering slightly as you touched the window, you started to wonder if you were going to be okay for tonight. You had found out that Miguel was now Spider-Man. He secretly enhanced himself somehow and was doing who knows what.

"Yet he says I can't be a hero," You said with a soft pout.

Returning to your seat on Miguel's desk, you started to tap away on your tablet. A whimper escaping your throat as you rubbed your legs together. Miguel had been consuming both your body and mind and it was showing.

Trying to focus back on your work, you started to think about how Miguel was at home. He was such a romantic. Always taking care of you, pleasuring you and treating you like a queen. It felt so strange from someone who loved to torture people.

"(Y/N), I have another meeting in a half hour, correct?" Miguel asked as he quickly entered his office.

You snapped out of your dazed state and checked the tablet. Agreeing to his comment, you watched as Miguel cussed lowly and grabbed a drink from his fridge. Jumping off the desk, you approached Miguel and stroked his cheek,

"Are you okay? Do your eyes bother you?" You asked out of concern.

"Hah, still so worried about me," Miguel said with a smirk, "You need to start focusing on yourself."

"Mhm, it's pretty cold today," You cooed softly.

Miguel stroked your cheek before grabbing your hand. He had you follow him to the lab that was destroyed from the explosion a while back. It was being rebuilt rather quickly. To your surprise, Miguel had Lyla activate a tablet that was locked away.

"Until I set up a second location for a secret lab, this will be where I conduct my experiments for our Spider powers," Miguel said in a whisper and showed you the tablet, "Starting with a suit for you that generates warmth."

"Oh! Miguel!" You smiled brightly, hugging your boyfriend, "How long have you been designing this?"

"Since I found out," Miguel said honestly as he pulled out the suit, "You're going to need it for tonight."

You jumped in glee, pecking Miguel's cheek as you went to observe your new suit. It had some subtle changes, but nothing that you truly worried about. Miguel made you this suit and you were going to happily wear it.

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Miguel just smirked as he watched you get all giddy with joy. Yes, he included a heating element so you could swing in peace, but he also added so much more. That suit was to represent to the city that you were no longer a hero to them.

You were Miguel's.

"Now, I have a meeting to get to. Why don't you finish reviewing the paperwork of the restorations?"

"Okay~"

The more obedient you became, the more Miguel craved you. It started to become unhealthy and Miguel noticed, but he didn't care. As long as Miguel still got what he wanted, then he believed he was allowed to have everything.

Parting ways with you for the moment, Miguel kept a calm composure. He was debating on telling his idiot father about his new found powers. The reason? To take control of Alchemax and the shareholders.

Miguel had big plans for both the company and the city.

Everything was going to belong to him.

Everything.

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Your smile stretched from ear to ear as you wore your new suit. It fit you perfectly. Standing on top of the Alchemax building, you inhaled deeply. The cold weather wasn't bothering you thanks to your new suit. It was great!

"Enjoying the suit?" Miguel asked, appearing in his suit. You gasped, approaching him,

"Wow! I didn't get a good look last night, but you look amazing in that suit!"

It was hard to tell if Miguel was smiling at the compliment due to his mask. His attire was different from yours, but also quite nice. It made you wonder how long he was working on this. Giggling at the thought, you hugged Miguel,

"This is so cool. We can work together~"

"About that-" Miguel stopped you, grabbing your chin, "This will be your last night as a hero."

"Wha-"

You were at a loss for words. Miguel's fingers stroked your thumb, unmoving from his comment. You were no longer going to play a hero? There was no way Miguel could take on the role. You were hoping to guide him.

"But-"

"What did I say?"

You gave a small pout, "To do as you say," You said and gasped as Miguel pulled you into his embrace.

"Good girl," Miguel chuckled darkly, "Besides, I'll take over. I'll make sure this city is taken care of."

"Mhm....but....You've never fought before," You whispered, melting against his touch.

"Neither did you when you first started."

Touché. Miguel got you there. Agreeing to his decision, you gently tugged on his suit, wanting to go for a swing across the city. This would be your last time doing so.

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Miguel was holding back from laughing. How far you've come from trying to change him, to being his obedient good girl. There was something about tainting you that brought chills up his spine. Miguel enjoyed breaking you.

"Come on~" You cooed, falling off the building.

Like instinct, Miguel went to reach for you. He withdrew as you laughed and started to swing. He let out a soft sigh and followed you, making sure that you didn't go far. There was one last lesson that Miguel needed to teach.

Swinging above some reporters, Miguel just chuckled darkly. He hurried towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist before swinging you onto of the nearest building. You whined softly but stopped as Miguel started to rub against your clit.

"M-Miguel...n-not here...a-anyone could watch," You tried to protest. Miguel just found you cute,

"They won't know it's you. All they will see is Spider-Man giving Spider-Woman the time of her life."

"Mhm~ B-But-" You gasped as Miguel rubbed your clothed clit harder.

Miguel just chuckled as he looked down at the reporters. They were trying their best to get a shot of the two of you. Turning you around, Miguel undid the bottom of your suit. You were already dripping in anticipation for him.

What a good girl.

Miguel held your hips as his suit disappeared only around his dick. With a simple thrust, Miguel had you under his spell. You were gripped the edge of the building, moaning as he slapped his cock deep within you.

"Not so shy now, huh? Did you want those reports to watch me breed you? To have them watch the once hero, Spider-Woman get fucked stupid?" Miguel taunted.

"N-No~" You cried out. Miguel hummed as your pussy fluttered around his cock,

"Could have fooled me."

Miguel grunted as he held you in place. All those reporters could see was Spider-Woman getting railed by Spider-Man. This showed them who was in charge. To show them that there were no more heroes left in his city.

"Mhm~!" Miguel covered your mouth as you moaned, wanting to make sure you didn't say his name.

"I hope you're ready to answer some questions." Miguel said with a wicked smirk.

You just raised your hips and whined as Miguel fucked through your orgasm. With a few more thrusts, Miguel gave you his first load. Unamused by the amount, Miguel made sure to fill you up before your interview.

"Now, you're ready."

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You leaned over the building, panting heavily from Miguel's quick sex session. Your mind felt dizzy. Miguel was so mean. Fixing your suit, you shuddered as your body felt full. You were going to get pregnant at this rate.

"Come on,"

Wrapping your arms around Miguel, you hummed as he swung you over to the reporters. You couldn't think straight. All you wanted to do was behave for Miguel.

"S-Spider-Man....W-What...What are you doing here?" One of the reported asked, terrified, "A-And what have you done with Spider-Woman?"

"Hm? She seems fine, don't you?" Miguel said, motioning towards you.

"Mhm, I'm fine," You replied.

"H-How long have...have you two been together?" Another reporter asked. Miguel's hand wrapped around your waist,

"What do you think?" Miguel held you close as he snatched a microphone away from one of the reporters, "Since I have you all here, time to lay down some ground rules."

Everyone could only gasp.

"There are no more heroes left to save you. If anyone dares to confront me, they will perish. Nueva York is my city now and soon the world. Spider-Woman and I shall bring forth a new breed of advance humans to rule over you tiny incest's-"

"There's no way she would agree to this!"

"Oh? Well, what do you think, my dear?" Miguel whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver.

"I belong to him, so I will do as he says," You cooed, trembling as Miguel whispered, 'Good Girl', in your ear.

"As you can see, I have already corrupted your hero."

Humming lowly as Miguel pulled you close, you smiled as he kept speaking to the public.

"Listen to me, and you'll be fine."

A simple ask. Miguel treated you like a queen and all you had to do was listen and do what he says. Nothing crazy. Feeling yourself being lifted, you wrapped your arms around Miguel's neck as he swung away from the terrified reporters.

"Best make do on my promise."

"Yes, Miggy~"

What was once a dream of being a hero and saving both the city and Miguel, turned into nightmare.

The hero was corrupted by the villain and didn't even know it.

But, you weren't complaining. You just stayed as Miguel's good girl...

Forever

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WOO-HOO!!! I hope you all enjoyed this story!!!! I, for one, will miss it truly!

I didn't hesitate to start my next story, haha! I PRESENT:

Over-Time

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[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝟑𝟔𝟎 | 2

part 1 - Tinder

screencaps and gifs: Pinterest

Pairing: dark!Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NON CON, DUB CON, Drinking, food, flirting, DRUGGING, KIDNAPPING, talks of true crime, Degradation, Praise, Humiliation, fear, panic, anxiety, spiting, oral M, cum play, Blowjob, throat fucking, threats, Physical Violence, Bondage (rope), THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Summary: A Tinder date goes very, very wrong, but you always consider yourself prepared for such situations. or so you think

WC: 2.8K

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A/n: I tried to step out of my comfort zone a little with this. It's based on a post I saw while doom-scrolling on this app from @blondwhowrites. She had this amazing post about wanting to see more readers who fight and don't stop. They don't lose hope, they go into survival mode, and I just hope I do this idea somewhat justice. AND IT GETS JUICY in this part....

The pounding in your head was relentless, each beat echoing like a drum inside your skull. As your vision slowly cleared, the dim light seared your eyes, intensifying the headache. You lay on a small, dirty mattress, the only things in sight were two small windows letting in weak slivers of daylight, a door, and a set of stairs leading down. You were still in your dress and heels from the night before, the fabric now wrinkled and uncomfortable against your skin.

Panic surged through you, your mind racing. You forced yourself to breathe, reminding yourself that you knew how to handle this. Jess had your location; if you were missing for more than a day, she would report it.

“Stay calm,” you whispered to yourself, your voice trembling. 

You took a deep breath, focusing on the small details around you. The room was sparse, but there had to be something you could use. You scanned the area methodically, trying to ignore the fear clawing at your throat.

Your phone. You needed your phone. You patted your dress, but there were no pockets. Joel must have taken it. You closed your eyes, fighting the wave of despair. Jess had your location. She’d check Life360 and see something was wrong.

“Think,” you told yourself, trying to stay rational. Joel had been careful, but he must have made a mistake. You just had to find it.

You stood up slowly, your head spinning slightly as you did. The tightness of your dress and the ache in your feet from the heels added to your discomfort. You staggered to the door, pressing your ear against the wood. Silence. You tried the handle, but it was locked.

The stairs then. You moved cautiously, your heels making faint clicking sounds on the cold floor. You reached the top of the stairs, glancing down. The faint light from below suggested another room, but you had no idea what awaited you.

Taking another deep breath, you started to descend. Each step felt like an eternity, the fear of making noise almost paralyzing you. When you reached the bottom, you paused, listening. Nothing. You tried the handle, but it was locked. Frustration bubbled up, but you pushed it down. You couldn’t afford to lose control.

Returning to the main room, you approached the other door. You turned the handle cautiously and pushed it open, revealing a small bathroom. It was just as dingy as the main room, with cracked tiles and a grimy mirror. There was nothing here that could help you escape.

Desperation creeping in, you began searching the shelves and every nook and cranny. Dusty and neglected, they offered little hope. Finally, on one of the shelves, you found an old can of beans. It wasn’t much, but it was something. You hid it carefully in the folds of the mattress, just in case.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, trying to stay calm. “Think. What next?”

Your mind raced as you reviewed everything you knew about the room. The small windows were too high and narrow to climb through. The locked door at the top of the stairs was your best bet, but you needed a way to get through it.

You took another deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm. Jess had your location. She would check in on you. You had to hold on to that hope.

Footsteps echoed from below, growing louder. Joel was coming. You quickly lay back down on the mattress, feigning unconsciousness, your heart pounding.

The door creaked open, and Joel’s shadow fell over you. You kept your breathing steady, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremor in your hands.

“Just checking on you,” he murmured, his voice soft. “We’ll talk more when you wake up.”

You heard the door close, and his footsteps recede. You opened your eyes, staring up at the ceiling. You had to find a way out. Jess was counting on you. You were counting on you.

“Stay strong,” you whispered to yourself. “Stay smart.”

Hours passed as you combed through every inch of the small room, searching for any flaw, any potential escape route. The old can of beans hidden in the folds of the mattress was your only find. It was growing darker, and your hope felt as dim as the room around you. The sting of despair lingered, but you fought it off, knowing you had to stay strong.

The only light came from the windows, now dark with the encroaching night. You noticed a string hanging from the ceiling, where a light bulb should have been. It dangled uselessly, a stark reminder of your isolation.

The silence was interrupted by the sound of footsteps below. Joel was coming back. You quickly resumed your position on the mattress, trying to appear exhausted and disoriented. The door creaked open, and Joel entered, carrying a tray of food.

“Thought you might be hungry,” he said, setting the tray down on a small table.

You forced a weak smile, sitting up slowly. “Thanks.”

Joel watched you with an unsettling intensity as you picked at the food. You needed to keep him talking, to gather more information. “Joel, why are you doing this?”

He smiled, a chillingly calm expression. “I just want us to get to know each other better. Away from all the distractions.”

“By locking me up?” you challenged, your voice trembling.

“You’ll understand in time,” he said, ignoring your question. “Are you feeling better?”

You nodded, though your mind was racing. “I’m just a bit dizzy still.”

“Good,” he replied, his eyes never leaving yours. “Get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

As he turned to leave, you mustered the courage to ask, “What if I need something? There’s no light in here.”

Joel paused, glancing at the dangling string. “I’ll see what I can do about that.”

The door closed behind him, and you were alone again. You waited, listening to his footsteps fade away before you sprang into action. You grabbed the can of beans from its hiding spot and approached the string. It was a flimsy hope, but perhaps it could be used in some way.

The night stretched on, each minute feeling like an hour. But you remained vigilant, your true crime instincts sharpening with every passing moment. You would find a way out. You had to.

Eventually, exhaustion overpowered your fear. Clutching the can of beans tightly, you lay down on the mattress, forcing yourself to rest. Your eyes grew heavy, and despite your best efforts, sleep claimed you.

You awoke to the feeling of hands on your wrists. Panic shot through you as you realized Joel was there, his grip firm and unyielding. You tried to pull away, but your limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative.

"Shh," Joel murmured, his voice unsettlingly calm. "Just a precaution."

You glanced around frantically, your heart racing. Joel was binding your wrists together with a length of rope. The realization hit you like a cold wave: you were trapped, and he was making sure you couldn’t escape.

“What are you doing?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

“Making sure you don’t hurt yourself,” Joel replied, his tone eerily soothing. “You seemed restless in your sleep.”

“I won’t try anything,” you pleaded, struggling against the bonds. “Just let me go.”

Joel’s eyes met yours, and you saw a flicker of something dark in his gaze. “I can’t do that. Not yet.”

You fought harder, but Joel’s grip was strong. He finished tying your wrists and then moved to your ankles, securing them with the same methodical care. Fear bubbled up inside you, threatening to spill over.

“Please, Joel,” you begged, your voice breaking. “You don’t have to do this.”

Joel stepped inside, holding a light bulb in his hand. He dangled it in front of you, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “I brought you something,” he said, his voice dripping with mock kindness. “But you’ll have to earn it.”

You glared at him, your anger simmering beneath the surface. “What do you want from me?”

Joel knelt down beside you, his gaze intense. “I want your cooperation,” he said softly. “You need to show me that I can trust you. That you’re willing to play by my rules.”

“What rules?” you demanded, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.

He leaned closer, his face inches from yours. “Simple ones. Behave. Don’t try to escape. And, most importantly, tell me everything I want to know.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized what he was asking. He wanted information—about you, your life, your vulnerabilities. He wanted control.

“Why should I trust you?” you spat, trying to keep your voice steady.

Joel’s smile widened. “Because if you don’t, things will get much worse for you. But if you cooperate, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. Like giving you this light bulb, for example.”

You swallowed hard, the enormity of your situation crashing down on you. You had to play along, at least for now. You had to buy yourself time.

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want to know?”

“It’s not what I want to know per se, it’s what I want you to do in this moment,” Joel said, his voice chillingly calm.

You stared at him, fear and defiance battling for control. “What do you mean?”

Joel’s smile widened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, almost tender, but it sent a shiver of revulsion down your spine. “I want you to relax,” he said, his fingers trailing down to play with the ends of your hair. “I want you to be... cooperative.”

You jerked your head away, trying to pull back from his touch. “Get away from me,” you spat, your voice trembling with anger and fear.

Joel’s grip tightened, and he yanked you closer, his eyes darkening. “You don’t have a choice,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “It’s this or death. Do you understand?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, terror flooding your veins. You struggled against him, but his strength was overwhelming. “I won’t do anything for you,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Joel’s expression hardened, and he pushed you back onto the mattress, pinning you down with a frightening ease. “You will,” he said, his face inches from yours. “You will, or I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?”

You fought back, trying to twist away from him, but he held you fast. Panic surged through you, and you bit back a scream. “Please, don’t do this,” you pleaded, tears welling in your eyes. “Just let me go.”

Joel’s grip tightened, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your face. “You have no idea how much worse things can get,” he whispered, his tone icy. “You will do what I say, or you will suffer.”

Tears streamed down your face as you realized the hopelessness of your situation. You were trapped, and there was no way out. Jess had your location, but would it be enough? Would she find you in time?

Joel released you slightly, still keeping a firm grip on your wrists. “Now,” he said, his voice softer but no less menacing, “are you going to be a good girl and cooperate, or do I need to show you what happens when you disobey?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his threat crushing your spirit. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’ll cooperate.”

Joel’s smile returned, and he released your wrists and undid the binding, sitting back on his heels. “Good,” he said, his tone almost cheerful. “That’s a good start. Now, let’s get you a bit more comfortable.”

He stood up and walked to the door, leaving you trembling on the mattress. You watched him, your mind racing with thoughts of escape, but the reality of your situation kept you paralyzed with fear.

Joel returned a moment later, holding the light bulb. He approached the dangling string and screwed the bulb into the socket. The room was suddenly bathed in harsh light, revealing the true extent of its dinginess.

“There,” Joel said, turning to face you. “That’s better, isn’t it?” He walked over to you, his presence looming ominously. “Now say thank you or I’ll leave you in the dark with the mice.”

You stayed on the mattress, savoring the small distance between you. “Thank-” Joel cut you off.

“No, no. Thank me properly,” he said, a sick grin spreading across his face. You wanted to smack it off, to fight back, but you knew it would only make things worse. “Crawl to me,” he commanded.

The words made your cheeks flush with humiliation. Your mind raced. If you wanted to escape, you needed to gain his trust. But was his trust worth your dignity? You hesitated, the internal conflict paralyzing you.

Joel's grin faded slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Do it,” he growled, a dangerous edge to his voice. “Or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

You took a deep breath, forcing down the surge of anger and humiliation. “I can’t crawl with my legs bound,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Unless you want me to flop around like a fish.”

Joel’s eyes flashed with annoyance, but he knelt down and untied your ankles. “There,” he said, standing back up. “Now, crawl.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you slowly shifted onto your hands and knees. The dirty floor scraped against your skin, and every inch you moved felt like a mile. You could feel Joel’s gaze burning into you, his satisfaction palpable.

You reached him, your head bowed, heart pounding in your chest. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Joel chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. “Good girl,” he said, reaching down to stroke your hair. You flinched at his touch, but forced yourself to stay still. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You bit back the bile rising in your throat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break down. “What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice shaking.

Joel moved his hands to his belt, his eyes darkening with sinister intent. "I think you know what I want you and those pretty little lips to do," he whispered, his hand caressing your face. He finished unbuckling his belt, and as his pants fell to the floor with a thud, you flinched involuntarily. "Pull down my boxers," he ordered, taunting you as if you were a child.

You swallowed your pride, your mind racing with strategies to fight back. As you lowered his boxers, he taunted you further, waving his length near your face. Instinctively, you reached out with your hand, but he grabbed your hair roughly, yanking your head back. "I didn’t ask for your hands," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "I asked you to suck my dick."

Before you could react, he spat on you, his warm saliva trickling down your face. You opened your mouth to protest, but he shoved his length into your mouth forcefully, leaving you no time to prepare. The size of him stretched your mouth painfully, making you feel as if you might rip apart.

"This can’t be over soon enough," you thought, struggling against the overwhelming violation. But to your horror, you felt a strange sensation growing between your legs. His cock was hard, the taste of his precum salty on your tongue.

“Look at me,” he demanded. You resisted, focusing instead on his messy brown hair. You felt a wave of disgust at yourself for even noticing such a detail. This wasn’t the man you met on Tinder; this was a psychopath.

He gripped your head with both hands, forcing himself deeper into your throat. "That's it," he groaned, thrusting shallowly. The sound of your gagging and choking filled the room. "I don’t care if you fucking choke to death. Your throat feels like heaven."

As he continued, your mind raced for a plan. You took breaths through your nose, waiting for the perfect moment to make him pay for his actions. Just as you prepared to bite down, he thrust deeply one last time, and you felt a hot, steamy rope of his cum hit the back of your throat, its salty taste overwhelming.

Joel roughly pushed you away, pulling up his pants as you fell back, coughing and choking, your throat raw and dry. He walked over, fixing his belt. “See, it wasn’t that hard now, was it?” he sneered.

Before you could respond, he left the room, the only comfort in the dark basement now the solitary light bulb. You lay there, trembling with rage and humiliation, vowing silently that you would find a way to escape and make him pay for every moment of torment.

[knitmeapony]

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pleasures

jjk men headcanons x gender nuetral reader

author's note: I am just reviewing (perpetually editing) and reposting my stories from my main blog. Enjoy! word count: 1.7+ warnings: Sukuna is in this, so dubcon, edging, mentions of domplay, overstimulation, implied unprotected sex and oral sex

He would be a considerate top but only if he was smitten, committed and totally in love with you. He would be conscientious of your every response and reaction, the kind of man that would palm your scalp for the delicious pull of your hair at the roots, tilting your head back so you can look up at him while he other hand cups your chin; your attention would be rapt with how he towers over you. 

You would squirm under his heady gaze, your desperation to be filled by him vibrating off of your skin, but Kento would never rush his intimacy with you. He would be slow, gentle to pluck each thread until you completely unraveled beneath him, until you were soft and pliable, boneless and begging for all of him.

Kento would just relish in the mess he made of you, touching your cheek again with a low hum as he thumb wiped away the tear tracks streaking your cheeks. 

Even with you mewling for more, he would still restrain himself. He would want to savor you, attuned to every soft sound spilling from your swollen lips. And when you feel you cannot take any more, only then would he melt into you, sinking slowly with soft kisses that would litter every inch of your bare skin. 

You would burn from his rasped, whispered words of encouragement. “Yes, just like that. You are doing so well for me. Did you need to use our safeword?” 

But you never would. 

However, salaryman Kento would be an absolute dom, a man haunted who fell into the monotonous motion of the corporate world after he left Jujutsu High. The menial office tasks could never wipe away the horrors he knows exist, and that eventually that darkness will consume again, searing to the surface and vying for control. 

That is when he would visit the bar close by to his office. His eyes would burn to find someone wanting the same thing as him: to fuck senseless until you forget, even if just for a moment. He would be desperate for a sense of control again, and you would always be willing to help.

He would still offer a safeword, and you would still never use it. 

Suguru would be a switch because your pleasure is his pleasure. Whenever you want to take command, he is happy to lay back with a trust that he pours into you, that empowers you, and it makes you want to shower him with love and affection in return. 

He does not say a lot, but he still makes sure you are adamantly aware that he is enjoying himself. You can see that in the rose tones that flush his features with your sensual ministrations, plumes of color from the love bites you decorate his chest and abdomen with. You preen under his gaze when that lustful black swallows the amethyst of his eyes. 

He can be vocal in other ways: low hums and groans when your tongue slides up the underside of his heavy cock, his bated breath building until his climax spills–a thick pulse of pearly spend, hot and sticky on your palms. Suguru would arche into that painful pleasure of you cleaning him up, your tongue continuing to swirl his tip, suckling until he finally cries out. 

But as much as he enjoys himself, he definitely loves when you allow him complete control. 

Suguru would tuck himself between your thighs, his large hands curling to anchor you against him while his mouth pulls a relentless euphoria you never knew existed before him. He would not stop though, but would continue until you were brimming on overstimulation, tears pearling and spilling from your eyes. 

That would have him pause so he could kiss them away, but then he would manhandle you again, his fingers dimpling into your skin with a searing touch that would spark throughout your body, kindling a warmth in your core as he moved to meld himself against you. 

Even with his preparation, despite how careful he is to ease himself into you, he still has a girth and thickness that nearly cleaves you in half. You cannot help how you clench around him, your warmth enveloping him with your sinful shudder. 

He would take his time with the slow roll of his hips until your fingers are clawing at his shoulders, pulling him in for another kiss that he would return with a passion that flutters to your nerve endings. His pace would quicken and it would not take you long to build towards the prior pleasure, his thrusts pushing you back over that precipice of passion. Your thighs would knot around his slender waist to help balance the stutter of his hips as Suguru spilled into you with a low exhale, another kiss before he curled against you. 

Hook-ups and flings would not really be something that interests him. It would get the job done, but he always needed more of an emotional connection to spark any sexual attraction. 

And you would satiate that, giving him so much more.

Satoru is more of a pillow princess and it would amplify whenever he found himself in a situationship with a “casual” label. The man has had a lifetime of people falling into his ocean-blue eyes, easily swept away by the mischief that sparkles in them–and you are no different hussy.

He is content to laze on his back, his hands tucked to support his neck, his stark white hair a mess and his bedroom eyes prickling over your skin. He enjoys the view the most in this position, able to see the intimate hues that flush beneath your skin, listening to your sounds made whenever he decides to languidly thrust upwards, his hips meeting with yours until you see the stars. When he knows you’re close, he’ll offer a helping hand for you to finish, but it is because he loves the way your warmth clenches around him, pulling him towards his own peak. 

If you can successfully navigate the maze of emotions, if he becomes more invested, you would notice it only with the intimacy shared. In public, he would remain as zany as ever, his lackadaisical persona placed as a shield, but that is because the vulnerability to admit that he needs you leaves him feeling raw. 

But when it is the two of you, he takes his time savoring every inch of your skin, learning what it is that you like and taking note of what you don’t. He would still use his teleport technique to switch positions he is lazy, but as dizzying as it can be, his touch would ground you, the slow roll of his hips bringing you back towards that promised pleasure and even further. 

His tenderness would continue in your post-coital haze, a mutual comfort shared. You love how his long and lithe body curls to mold against you, and he relishes in how well you fit together. Satoru enjoys lying there, the thrum of your heart beneath your cooling skin, while his fingertips trace, his six eyes rapt to watch the goosebumps ripple in the wake of his touch. 

You are wrapped in his warmth, and you can feel his gaze, but you keep your eyes close and pretend to be asleep. 

And he knows this, but he never minds it.

You are solely a fuckhole for him at first, and he will dominate whatever he deems available for his own pleasure. 

But Sukuna would still pull you along. “I don’t like getting off on my own,” will be his excuse when he would come up from behind, his arms wrapping around your torso with his vice-hold, pulling you against his chest and his teeth sinking your shoulder. 

He loves to mark you, admiring his bruising bites that decorate your body afterwards. 

You hate yourself for it, but you are already burning from his heat, his proximity, and your body always responds to him: you nerve endings alight with his rough touch, pressing backwards for friction. 

His dark chuckle rumbles through you before he pushes you into the bed, enjoying how malleable, how willing you become with his commanding touch. You clench when he thrusts deep to fill you, your mewling symphony giving a rhythm to the brutal pace of his hips.

If he decides to keep you, and even though he swears his pleasure is the only priority, you find he will take his time to coax your body to handle him better. Simple, almost gentle gestures: a hand resting on top of your head while the other bites into your jaw to go slack, easing himself inch-by-inch into your mouth. 

Your tongue flattens to taste, to follow every ridge and vein–your strangled moans to fit him before your hand wraps around the base of his cock, fingers barely touching and your jaw aching open. His hand will follow the to cradle the back of your neck with a slow buck of his hips to fuck your throat. You gag, your nails biting into his thick thighs to balance, tears pearling, but you won’t pull away. 

You are desperate for him and he knows this. A cruel smile curls across his mouth as he watches you, his continued thrusts that bruises the back of your throat, spit dribbling down your chin and onto your chest. You choke when he goes too deep and it vibrates through him; Sukuna hisses through clenched teeth, and only then does he pull back to flip you over. 

He pushes your face into the mattress, burying his length into you. Your hands claw at the sheets and his bruise into your waist, pulling your ass back to meet with his hips. He fucks you hard into the bed, splitting you open, his each thrust sparking something deep and primal within you. 

You come with the same white-hot rapture that fractures through your body, boiling the marrow of your bones. Your mouth falls open with a silent scream, a sobbed release that shudders violently throughout you. 

You lay there for a while, waiting for your blood to flow again, edging back through your depleted veins, and the air soothing your lungs. You jolt when you feel his hand wrapping around your ankle, pulling you back towards the edge of the bed. 

Sakuna gives another throaty chuckle. “Our night has only just begun, pet.”

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[growingstories]

Male model

Male model Darren had always dreamed of walking the runways of big fashion shows in Italy and Paris, showcasing the latest designs from top designers. And his dream came true. Darren was known for his chiseled features, sharp jawline, and perfectly toned physique. He was the epitome of what the fashion industry considered the ideal male body. However, everything changed when the world was hit by the devastating COVID-19 pandemic.

As the first four weeks of lockdown began, Darren found himself confined to his home. With no photoshoots or fashion shows to attend, he started to spend most of his time indulging in comfort foods. The lack of physical activity and the stress of the situation caused him to gain weight rapidly.

Weeks went by, and Darren found himself down on his luck. His once slender body was now a bit plumper, and his modeling career was suffering. But fate had something different in store for him. A fast-food chain, Big Burger, impressed by his unique transformation, decided to approach Darren. They wanted him to be the face of their brand, capitalizing on his relatability to the general public. The offer was tempting, promising a hefty paycheck and a chance to regain his popularity.

Darren, despite his reservations, decided to take the offer. He thought that once the campaign was over, he could go back to his old life and lose the extra weight. Little did he know that this decision would gradually change the course of his life. In an attempt to shed off some excess weight, Darren embarked on a weight loss journey. With the help of a personal trainer and nutritionist, he managed to lose 5kg. However, just as he was beginning to see progress, his manager had other plans for him.

Another campaign for Big Burger, this time promoting their new burger known as "The Big Burger," was on the horizon. The company insisted that Darren put on more weight to portray their idea of the perfect consumer. Reluctantly, he agreed, knowing that it would mean sacrificing his own happiness for financial gain.

Also other food companies started sending him an array of mouth-watering treats and samples to promote on his social media channels. Darren found himself overwhelmed by the constant influx of food while struggling to maintain his weight and image. Nevertheless, his manager saw this as an opportunity and suggested that Darren start a podcast reviewing food products around the world.

As his career skyrocketed, Darren's weight ballooned. His previous model clients refused to book him for their campaigns, citing his size as the main reason. Deeply frustrated, Darren began to long for the glamour and success he once had. He confided in his manager, expressing his desire to lose weight and get back in shape.

Sympathetic to Darren's concerns, his manager arranged a deal with a reputable gym to help him shed the excess weight. However, just as he was getting ready to embark on his journey, Big Burger offered him an enticing three-year contract. They promised him stability, incredible earnings, and fame, but the condition was that he couldn't lose weight. Struck by the allure of financial security, Darren reluctantly accepted the offer, believing that he would be able to lose weight once the contract was over. Month by month, he had photoshoots for new products, made social media posts, and received an abundance of food and meals sent directly to his doorstep.

His fame grew, not as a fashion model but as the food reviewer he unintentionally became. The money kept rolling in, but Darren grew increasingly unhappy with his appearance. He was kut of breath fast and tying his shoes became a workout at itself. He decided to secretly visit the gym and after only a few weeks he lost 10kg.

During his next photoshoot, the photographer was surprised by Darren's leaner appearence. The pictures turned out to be fantastic, but just as he was basking in his success, he received a call from the big boss of Big Burger. The boss warned Darren that if he continued losing weight, his contract would be terminated. In an attempt to fail his weightloss regime, a big box of sweet snacks arrived at his doorstep, accompanied by a note expressing apologies for their strictness.

While guilt washed over him during his indulgence in the snacks, Darren found solace in the gym. He focused solely on building muscle without engaging in any cardio exercises. The boss's presents continued for weeks, and as a result, his muscles popped, and his belly grew once again.

Instead of feeling dejected, Darren grew happier with his newfound bulkiness. He decided to embrace his weight and the attention he received at the gym from other big men who admired his strength. Every few days, he received surprises from Big Burger and other food chains, all expressing their happiness and love for him.

Months turned into years, and Darren became unrecognizable. With his size constantly increasing, his bank account overflowed with money, but he was no longer content with his appearance. He missed the glamour of his past life and the feeling of confidence that being fit and healthy had brought him.

Darren felt a mix of guilt and determination as he stared at the feast before him. He decided to channel his guilt into motivation, guilt for enjoying the snacks to the fullest but not giving up on his fitness journey. He immediately went to the gym and worked out without any cardio, craving the unity of his mind and body. This cycle continued for two weeks. His muscles bulked up, and his belly expanded as he consumed all the snacks provided by Big Burger. He received unwavering support from his followers and fans on social media, celebrating his transformation in every post.

Embracing his new body, Darren made a life-altering decision. He chose to let go of social standards and expectations and embraced his weight. With every passing day, he became more confident and happy in his frame.

Surprises from Big Burger, along with other food companies, kept flooding in. They admired Darren's loyalty and dedication to their brand, constantly sending him food and treats. His fame solidified not only as a male model turned food reviewer but also as a symbol of unabashed self-acceptance.

With every passing day, Darren's fame and bank account grew, but it was his inner happiness that truly bloomed. He had discovered that being comfortable in his own skin was worth more than any fashion show or modeling contract.