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I need more info in the freakvamp au. like. does akito have organs? if not, does that include a brain?if n brain, how think? if have, why? if no blood, there's no way to get water around his body? no blood vessels? so uselessly existent organs??????? HELP
HAHSGS SORRY OP I THOUGHT IT FITS HIS CURIOSITY
but to answer ur question, kinda! he only have those that's beneficial to his daily activity, like his digestive and respiratory system. for example he doesn't have a heart to pump blood because he has no blood to begin with.
the way it works is that akito only digest meat (carnivore moment) and the nutrients from said meat (extracted thanks to the help of his special digestive system) helps his internal organs work just like normal, even better if the meat is fresh + has blood on them. more nutrients means an even stronger body
and for the brains and other parts of the organs, it's really just.. pure meat slob no bones whatsoever (this might make people believe he's weak in general because of no skeletal structure underneath him but his muscle power are way beyond comprehension to balance it out) (he's still an anomaly afterall, he can't be easy to kill)
i didn't actually plan for this au to become a real big thing in this account so i haven't done much research BUT! here's what i think about it so far :3c
#do i even want to talk about his excretory system.#sigh. no. he doesn't shit. i'm not explaining that.#talking abt him makes me forgot that he's a monster that u should be afraid of because he's super hard to kill#and not just. a meat slob#but he kinda is one anyway lol#and also addition to the nutrients from the meat he eats#it also dilutes (?) his 'rotten meat' smell for a couple of while. so it's like eating and taking a bath at the same time#he takes personal baths too don't get me wrong but it's helps the smell a lil if it's from within instead of only his skin#ask#freakvamp au#req#<— just to tag the art
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this is probably bc sniperspy was my first big yaoi & oscarfelix is just sniperspy in jokerman font but pairings where one is obsessed with neatness while the other is a little musky w it are always good bc u know the former wants to huff the other's ball sweat so bad it makes them look stupid
#the odd couple#tbc i dont think oscar's messiness carries over to his hygiene i Do think he permanently reeks of tobacco#& tony agreed that oscar himself is not rly a slob but felix's pussy absolutely does clench while watching oscar slurp up pizza like a dog#they did get so lazy w it towards the end tho like theres a world of difference between a guy who subsists on deli meats & ketchup#& just throwing random shit into a bowl bc it sounds funny#anyway oscar putting out his cigar on felix's inner thigh
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After a day of sleeping in the study hall because she spent all night composing instead of sleeping, Nina joins Momoka and Subaru for some fresh meat buns.
But it also leads to nice few bits of character beats. 1) it’s established Nina has no training in music theory or how to read sheet music, but is still good (and enthusiastic) about composition. 2) Nina keeps waffling between scolding herself for not studying, and loosing herself in the happiness of having friends and a hobby she enjoys. 3) While Nina and Subaru haven’t figured out their dynamic yet, they do have a strong and growing friendship, as seen with Subaru excusing herself to go after Nina and check up on her.
#girls band cry#gbc liveblog#gbc ep3#CatLiveblogsGBC#also Momoka is a slob who will just slather a whole bunch of sauce on a communal plate of meat buns#lady those taste so much better if you dip them#get the sauce right on the meat!
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The Roomate
Content Warning: Weight Gain
Tyus was for and athletic throughout his life, being on the football, wrestling and track teams in high school. Tyus was at college on a varsity football scholarship, he was just getting to campus for his first day when he met his roomate. He was surprised to find that his roommate was a 36 year old slobbish man to be his roommate. The man was wearing a tight blue polo, his fat guy and soft chest clung to the fabric. The shirt was stained with different stains.
“Nice to meet you” *BURAAAPP* The man belched loudly. “I’m Brayden.” Brayden pulls down his shirt as it rides up his belly.
Tyus was disgusted by his roomate, he was hairy, bald, fat… a total cock block. “I’m Tyus… you’re not what I expected for a roommate.” Tyus puts some bags down, he noticed that Brayden was very musky and the room was filled with it.
Brayden scratched his soft double chin “You’re exactly what I expected, a young fit jock.” Brayden got closer, his musk started to fill Tyus’ nostrils fogging up his brain. “Can get anyone with a flex from his toned arms, always showing them off with an athletic tank top.” Brayden put a hand on Tyus’ abs, rubbing them from under the shirt. Tyus wanted to push the fat perv away but he was sluggish. “Come sit down with me” Tyus noticed that there was a disgusting stained couch in the dorms living area, Brayden pushed Tyus right down onto the cum stained cushions.
The musk was making Tyus more submissive and agreeable to Brayden’s lifestyle. “ Oh uh wow… you smell… dis-“ Tyus had a hard time saying it, his cock beginning to twitch in his workout shorts.
“I know I’m smell great don’t I?” Brayden wafted his musk over to Tyus. “What do you like to eat, Tyus?”
“Oh I usually just eat lean meat and vegetables…” Tyus felt odd about what he was saying, he started to feel like that wasn’t true.
“Oh but you look like a man who really loves doughnuts, right” Brayden took out a dozen doughnuts and started shoving them into Tyus’ mouth.
“No I don-mphhhhh” Brayden moved Tyus’ hands to his fat belly.
“You feel that? You love that soft fat pig belly.” Brayden shoved another doughnut into Tyus’s mouth.
Tyus’s body began to swell with fat, bite after bite, covering his once toned abs. His flabby belly pressed against his tank top, his chest softening and become plump moobs. This looks down at his blubbery body, a mix of arousal and fear caused his cock to stiffen in his shorts. “Oh my god…” Brayden forces another doughnut into Tyus’s moth “I’m getting so…” Tyus felt his belly gurgle as he let out a loud belch. “UUUUrrraaaaPPP”
“You’re becoming a fat piggy” Brayden squeezes Tyus’s left moob while forcing new junk food into his mouth, Tyus began to sweat from under his moobs. “oh damn you plumped up nicely, let’s keep going” Brayden pulled out unlabeled jars of a chocolaty thick fluid, he shoves a funnel into Tyus’s mouth and pours the mixture into his mouth. It tasted so sweet and decadent, and it was causing Tyus to swell quickly.
“S-stop… I’m getting so f-fat!” Tyus’s alarm went away as he put his hands on his fat belly, he couldn’t help but play with the soft mass of blubber that had replaced his abs. Tyus didn’t know it but he had grown a double chin, softening and removing his once sharp jawline. Tyus tried fighting, but Brayden’s musk was too much for him to handle. Tyus’s body swelled, growing a light dusting of body hair. Brayden started to remove his tank top and shorts to show off the whale that had replaced the jock.
“Oh how do you feel piggy? Feel like being my submissive slob??” Brayden shook Tyus’s belly, causing it to jiggle, a sensation that was foreign to Tyus.
“I- I-“ Brayden gave Tyus’s nipple a tug, causing a surge of pleasure that made Tyus’s cock shoot a load. “I am your submissive piggy” Tyus moaned as he left a wet spot on the couch. Tyus’s mind went completely submissive and dumb, the muscled jock that was there minutes ago no longer existed, only a dumb obese pig.
#male weight gain story#weight gain story#weight gain tf#fat gain tf#male weight gain stories#male tf
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rafe wasn’t a big sweatpants wearer.
he liked to think of himself as matured, classy, reeking of money. sweatpants was something he associated with being a slob, lazing around, not getting off your ass and working. that didn’t mean he didn’t own a few pairs— you know, for sleeping, lounging, etcetera.
because of his dislike for the garment, you’d rarely see him in anything other than work slacks or kook-y board shorts, which is why when he brushed past you in the hallway of tanny-hill, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tshirt — you were lost for words.
“wh—where are you going?” you all but mewl, quietly padding behind him as he frantically searches the bowl placed on the chest by the door.
“uh, gotta run n’see barry— the fuck are my keys? you seen ‘em?” he stressed, itching his forehead as he thinks about where he might’ve left them.
“no, uhm… you’re going out dressed like that?” you ask.
grey sweatpants — a grown man’s lingerie. with each step rafe took, it became abundantly clear that he’d skipped out on boxers today, something he never did, true lazy-day style. his dick print hung heavy in the centre below the draw strings, thick and causing a bump in the soft fabric. he glances down at himself upon following your gaze and shrugs obviously.
“laundry day.” he stops his search to face you properly, eyeing you where you stand. “the hells with you, seem all out of it today.” his voice is low and tired, and you can’t help but bite down on your glossy bottom lip, stepping towards him. you say nothing, staring up at him— and he stares back, eyes vacant and lips parted. you stand on your tip-toes and kiss him.
he kissed back, albeit confused— and as soon as you pressed your body to his, feeling his bulge right on your tummy — something took over you. it wasn’t enough that you were ovulating, the sweatpants were making you feral.
you quickly pull away to sink to your knees, a hand stroking his hip bone as you start to leave kisses to his clothed cock, the meat of it instinctually hardening beneath your trained touch. he smirks for a moment in disbelief, watching the way you mouth at him — humming like you were the one being pleased.
“alright, hey— i get it. ‘think sarah’s home. you—you want her comin’ down the stairs n’seeing the shit? stand up, kid.” he reluctantly reprimands you, giving your jaw a firm little tap but you only whine and pull him closer— your open mouth breathing hot air onto his growing erectjon, flat of your tongue pressed to the soft fabric between loving kisses.
“s’okay dad just wanna give you kisses.” it comes out muffled, distracted, like you don’t actually know what you’re saying. he licks his lips irritably at you not listening, eyes fluttering before he grabs your jaw, pulling you up to stand.
“i said alright. easy, yeah?” he warns once he’s closer to eye level with you, still gripping your jaw. you grin, all slick-lipped and glassy eyed.
“can’t go out anymore daddy, not like that.” you point to his crotch, your mouth having darkened the light grey fabric all around his hardened bulge— making it obvious something had gone down. it was true, he couldn’t go out like that. barry was always looking for new things to tease rafe about, and this would be giving him perfect ammunition. he presses his lips together, nostrils flaring before he lets go of your face, the same hand reaching round to the back of you, grabbing the back of your little booty shorts and yanking, using the momentum to spin you suddenly to face the same way as him.
as soon as you’re facing the other way he slaps your ass, before prodding at your shoulder — signifying for you to walk toward the stairs. “shit, little brat. start walkin’, think you owe me something.”
you giggle, slowing your pace like you were gonna come back with another retort but he simply gives your shoulder another little shove — practically bullying you. “said go, didn’t i?”
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Diet Diaries
Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam
Monday March 21st-
Andy:
I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~
Steve:
Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home.
Tuesday March 22nd-
Andy:
My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.
Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~
Steve:
Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.
Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.
Wednesday March 23rd-
Andrew:
Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!
Steven:
That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.
Thursday March 24th-
Andrew:
Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!
OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!
Steven:
God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it.
It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.
Friday March 25th-
Steven:
Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.
I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..
Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~
Andrew:
Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.
Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)
Saturday March 26th-
Stevie:
Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-
Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass!
I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-
And Drew:
Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.
Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.
Sunday March 27th-
Stevie:
Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~
Drew:
My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.
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POV: A Gainer Slob's Undies
When I first came into the world, I was ready. Brand-new, stretchy, soft. A perfect pair of undies. Navy blue, classic, dependable. I wasn’t just any pair of undies—I was the pair of undies. The pair you reach for first.
And then, he chose me.
At first, life was good. He slid me on, and I hugged him just right. His thighs were thick, sure, but hey, that’s what I’m made for. Snug but comfy. Perfect fit. I was living my best undie life, doing my job, proudly holding the line.
But then… things started to change.
I noticed it after a few weeks. He sat down, and there was this tiny tug. Just a little extra stretch around the thighs. Nothing major, nothing worth panicking over. “He’s probably just bloated,” I told myself. “No big deal. You’ve got this.”
But it wasn’t just bloating.
It was the snacks. So many snacks. Chips, cookies, burgers, fries—he was eating like it was his last day on earth. And I felt every single bite. His belly pushed harder against my waistband, his thighs rubbed together more, and when he bent over, I thought I heard a seam whimper.
Still, I held on. I’m a fighter.
But then came The Morning. The one I’ll never forget.
He pulled me on, and I knew. I knew. The stretch. The strain. The sound of my elastic groaning like an old door in a haunted house. His belly poured over my waistband like syrup on pancakes, and his thighs? Oh, his thighs. They crushed me like twin wrecking balls.
And then he said it:
“Guess I’ve been eating good, huh?”
Eating good?! Sir, you are eating me alive!
I thought that would be the end of it. I thought he’d retire me, let me live out the rest of my days in peace at the back of the drawer. But no. Oh no. I’m his favorite. He won’t let me go.
The horror didn’t stop there.
At first, he washed me after every wear. Warm water, gentle soap, tumbled dry—luxury treatment. But then? Then he got lazy. And the days between washes stretched longer and longer, just like me. One day became two, two became three. Before I knew it, I was lucky to see the inside of a washing machine once a week.
And the smells. Oh, the smells. Grease. Sweat. Crumbs. I’ve absorbed it all, soaked it into my fibers like some cursed sponge. And he doesn’t care. He just keeps pulling me on, day after day, heavier and smellier than the last.
It’s like he’s given up on himself. He lounges around in a mess of takeout wrappers and half-empty soda bottles, crumbs falling onto his belly while he binge-watches TV. And me? I’m stuck down here, suffocating, clinging to his overstuffed body while his thighs rub together like two slabs of raw meat.
I’m not just stretched anymore. I’m stained. Warped. I don’t even recognize myself.
But here’s the thing. Lately, I’ve started to notice something… strange.
He’s not just getting bigger. He’s getting hungrier. No matter how much he eats, it’s never enough. And me? I’m not breaking. My seams should’ve popped weeks ago, but somehow, I keep holding on. I think… I think he’s feeding off me.
Is that crazy? Maybe. But every time he eats, I feel weaker, thinner, more stretched. It’s like I’m part of him now, like we’re connected. And I can’t escape. I’m trapped, stuck to him like glue, doomed to grow tighter and tighter until—
Wait.
Oh no.
He’s reaching for the food delivery app...
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Just wanna say that I despise Cyprus as a person. If he started stalking me I’d change jobs and countries and get a restraining order against him. I hate you for making him (I’m kidding) and I hate that I read his story even though I can’t stand him. He gets worse and worse the more I learn. This transphobe can catch these hands.
Oh yea this dirtbag absolutely can catch your hands, he is a boxer and a terrifying one that is. I created him to be someone who talks big and has the fighting credentials to match it 🔥
THere must be an anti Yves and Blanche, hence Cyprus is created 💔like yin and yang, they balance each other outs
naw im just kidding i actually made Cyprus because i was kinda craving for some clout at the time, but my soft yanderes that i like writing about kept flopping and i couldn't get as much notes as i did when i reached my peak in like 2022 ish,
so i tried another approach: literally, trend hopping,, Cyprus is a literal trend and a tiktok thirst trap genre
so cyprus is actually an amalgamation of like common Yandere traits that blew up in tumblr, like what seem to make a yan 'smexy' and super desirable, like a sexual predator but hot and mean. I fr didn't like this mans and it was damn hard not to make him 100% an unlikable edgelord but i try to get that balance, to push myself out of my comfort zone in writing
and it did worked, the proof is that now in this new generation of CKB ocs, Cyprus is my most popular oc and there are a lot of yalls simping for him in my asks like slobbering on his knob type
so i decided to fuck with him and like curse him with really crappy traits like homophobia and transphobia, ykno to try and direct traffic to Yves and his Yandere line (blanche, Leveret, Monty)
but also to see if i can tread the line of making him as divisive as possible, like yea a vocal lot of yall hate him for being a shitty man now, but i KNOW there are a good handful of you guys who still would slob on his knob, i monitor my asks 🫣🫣and i seem to summon a bunch of "i can fix him" readers too
but i remember about this one anon who said "cyprus is the type of man we all love in theory but avoid so hard irl thats why we dickride him on this blog so bad , escapism go brr" and i guess that's pretty much why he's so popular and even if i make him so crappy, there are still people who would beat on his meat
but anyways moral of the story, STAN YVES INSTEAD
#yandere x reader#yandere oc#oc yves#yandere concept#tw yandere#yandere oc x reader#yandere x you#yandere male#yandere#male yandere oc x reader#oc cyprus
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The Woman Called...
Fujiko Mine was born into a family that did not consider itself poor, on account of they could afford to eat meat every week or so, unlike some families they knew who couldn’t afford it at all. Those were poor families, her mother would have said, not us.
Of course, they had been poor. They had been dirt poor. They had been secondhand shoes bought three sizes too big so you can grow into them, get slapped for breaking a dish at dinner, too-proud-to-beg poor. Whatever warm family feelings they might have had for each other were strained to the point of fraying by the time Fujiko entered middle school.
At age 12, Fujiko had looked around herself at the world—at the shining elegant faces in advertisements, at the delicate patisseries where it would have cost as much for one cake as her mother spent on dinner for all four of them, at the sneering faces of girls who had more than she ever had just for the stupid fortune of being born to a better class of family—and Fujiko Mine had come to a conclusion. Her conclusion was thus: the world was demonstrably not fair. And if the world was not fair, then what was the point in playing fair while the other side went on cheating?
Dumb luck might have given other girls family connections, money, and an easy life, but Fujiko had something most of them didn’t.
Fujiko was beautiful.
At age 14, she measured her bust religiously, noting the centimeters of growth and calculating her seams. She searched her face for imperfections and rationed out dollops of pale foundation as if the cream was gold. She walked tall, wore her hair short, and stood on tip-toe when she couldn’t wedge rags into her shoes. Men had already started to notice her years ago, but the extra help never went astray.
One day, on her way to school, there had been a man waiting for her a few blocks away. He explained that if she would come to dinner with him, he would buy her a beautiful new jacket for the winter, so she wouldn’t have to wear that old ratty one with the patches. Of course, she said yes.
He was a very nice man, as far as such men went. He took her shopping. He told her she was beautiful.
“You probably expect a story like that to end in tragedy,” Fujiko said, examining her cigarette with vague contempt. “Poor dumb little girl in the spider’s parlor. What was he hiding, what did he do, how did he hurt her? Well it was fine. Nothing happened. After a few weeks he went back to his sad little housewife in Kanto and lived a normal life, probably never thought about Fujiko Mine again. But I had the jacket.”
There’s an impermeable barrier that separates the poor from the rich, and it’s all quantified in clothes. The better you dress, the more people believe you belong. A ragged slob off the street would be turned out of a high-end store before she even knew what was happening, for fear that she’d pocket something nice with her greedy nasty little hands. But the same girl, dressed in a nice coat that obviously cost a salaryman quite a lot of money? Oh, why would she steal? She’s obviously doing just fine. So come in, come in, if you have money to spend.
“I worked my way up,” she said, and took a drag. Her elegant red nails alighted only delicately on anything she touched. “Shirts first, then dresses. Just slightly above my class. Once you have slightly nicer down, you can shift another class up. But people notice if your shoes are wrong, it’s one of the first things to give you away when you don’t belong. Shoes are expensive. They’re hard to fit in your sleeve. So I worked at the hostess club for months to afford a pair of new leather shoes.”
At the hostess club, she met a lot of new types of men. She was too young to work at an above-board club, so she worked at a shadier one instead, the kind where touching was alright. At least up to a point. Some of the girls would call security on a handsy drunk, but Fujiko didn’t want their help—she’d deal with it herself, on her own terms. Anyway, a man who was busy grabbing a breast was probably not paying attention to his wallet. And he probably wouldn’t remember how much he spent, either.
She bought the shoes. She thought about quitting. And then she stayed anyway.
“I was good at getting men to buy drinks,” she said, “and I had a system for swapping out empty glasses with half drunk glasses. I used to hide them in the corner of the cushions. Or under my skirt. I was very good at getting other people to drink.”
She ashed her cigarette with a careless flick, her nails like quick shining beetles taking off.
“But it turned out one of those men I’d been getting to drink was a Yakuza mid-boss, the ambitious type, you know? And so one day this asshole pulls me aside as I’m leaving work—”
Sunglasses at night, that’s mostly what she remembered. Long jacket, with the sleeves pushed up to show the edges of tattoos. He’d smiled like a tiger on a diet, ever so polite, banked hunger and a rough rolling accent.
“I took the job, of course,” Fujiko said. “It wasn’t like I was attached to the guy, or anything. I let him take me home after a shift a few nights later, and when I had him alone and naked, I opened the front door for his rival. The trouble is,” and here, she contemplated the glowing cherry between her fingers, “once you’ve taken blood money, you can never really go back. You know how it is. There were always more men in sunglasses, always more jobs, always more money, and always more things to hide.”
She finished off the cigarette with a long, contemplative drag.
“One day you look up, and you realize that little by little, without noticing it, you’ve become someone who can’t go home.”
The silk of her dressing gown fluttered translucent and pink against her thigh as she stood. The wide high window glowed verdant with morning light over the garden that several men worked quietly and invisibly each week to maintain. She stood in front of the glass, staring out, still except for the restless flicking of her fingers at her side. Her shoulders tensed, like a cat watching a bird just out of reach.
Then, of course, there had been Poon. He hadn’t called her beautiful. He’d called her clever. Deadly. He’d admired that she was ruthless. He’d opened his hand, his portfolio, his heart, and offered her the chance to be more than set dressing. To take partnership in the business where for so long she’d been only pawn. Teacher, lover, friend—escape, ensnarement, she had wanted to be him, and yet she had wanted to be more than him. Everything she had was his, and the worst part was that he held nothing back. He gave and gave, and the more he gave the less she had.
They’d been unstoppable. They’d been a cataclysm. They’d been the golden pair. And when he died, he’d gutted her of everything he’d been.
“I liked killing less than the hostess work,” she remarked to the window. “But the hours were better.”
And then she turned, and smiled a wicked, insouciant smile.
“Of course, those days are long behind me,” she purred. “I’m a good girl now.” She dripped like water across the lounge, graceful legs and trailing silk, to climb into the lap of the man who meant to hire her.
“Silly me, how I’m going on. I’m afraid I’ve quite lost my head around you, Mister…?”
“Lupin,” the man said, and his eyes reluctantly tore up from the place where her thigh was pressed to his side. “The Third.”
“How distinguished,” she said. She drew her fingers up along the length of his neck, grazing his ear. His pupils dilated. It didn’t matter what she’d said, really; he wasn’t listening. Men like him never did.
Easy money, she thought. I’ll have him chewed up in a week.
“So what was it you wanted done, exactly?” she asked.
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Day 2 and again I binged I’m so fucking mad at myself but I just can’t anymore. I need to eat tomorrow so I don’t pass out at work but Sunday through Friday will be better. I also did not finish all of my exercises yet again. Here’s what I ate today
Soy bacon - 190 cal
Bone broth - 160 cal
An orange - 45 cal
Spaighetti and veggie meatballs - 500 cal
Liquid IV - 45 cal
Total - 940 cal
I burned 690 calories so definitely not close to as many as I ate. I went shopping for oh r some weight loss snacks with my grandma so hopefully they’ll help me. I got sugar free jello, 70 calorie fiber bars, premier protein powder, and green grapes to freeze. I plan to only eat these foods, meat/meat substitute and liquid, and fruit any days but Friday and Saturday. Hoping that I didn’t fuck this up by being a fatass big back slob. Can’t wait to just loose the weight.
#c@lories#$kinny#⭐️ ing motivation#⭐️ve#🌟ving#🌟ve#⭐️vation goals#th!n$piration#€dblr#4n0r3x!4#analog#tw ana bløg#anor3c1a#tw ed ana#tw ana rant#light as a feather#mealsp0#meanspø#low cal meal#tw skipping meals#low cal diet#calories#low cal restriction#ed but not ed sheeran#3d not sheeran#skinandbones#st4rv1ng#starv1ng#starv3#sk11ny
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i actually need to gnaw on patrick’s thick ass thighs like a dog chew toy it’s not even funny anymore
doing it after practice or a match so his legs are all sweaty and slippery and it tastes like salt under your tongue as you fully just slob on and bite into them and leave teeth marks all over them so when he wears slutty little tennis shorts everybody can see the bruises HHSGDHD(gets shot)
need to bite him like hes prime meat like prime rib i need to suck on his skin like a vampire and inhale his musk the fuzz of his hair tickling your cheek, the more coarse and thick it gets the higher up on his thigh you go, need his thighs framing my face like fucking earmuffs while he feeds me his cock or makes me tongue his balls im so serious im not playing with you.
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Hi I hope you are doing better. I know you like posers so here's a good one for you. would you rather put on a poser that would turn you into an Asian twunk withe the confidence of 100 men. or would you rather put on a poser that will blow you up into a huge Asian bodybuilder who dreams of competing and going pro but can't because you have 0 confidence and are always embarrassed of you slight layer of bulk, horrible stench and inability to stop burping and rubbing your gut from a painfully bloated 6 pack?
Wow, Definitely the second one, it'd feel fantastic, best feeling would be to put them on, grow into the perfect bodybuilder, sign up to compete but comp day BAM spontaneous forced transformation an hour before I have to go on. Swelling up each second, starting to sweat like a pig, a stench filling the air before falling on my ass and letting out a massive belch, hell why stop at embarrassed sweaty meat head just commit to it and force me to become a huge Asian muscle slob.
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Belly Flu
A diligent young man who usually abbors ungentlemanly behaviour gets influenced towards some gross habits while home sick with the flu by his slobby friend Alex.
Sunday
Robert Albert Lightley could best be described as old fashioned. He wore a perfectly pressed shirt to his college classes everyday and his work uniform (a janitors overalls) were also perfectly ironed. He ate every meal at his dining table/desk in his dorm. He was slightly underweight but he took that as sign to simply up his red meat intake. He was a pinnacle of male excellence … if it was the 60s. Unfortunately it was 21st century and he was frequently told to relax. He paid them no mind. A gentleman never gets his feathers ruffled by other’s opinions of him. He merely puts his best foot forward.
He thought of just how happy his life made him as he settled into bed with a book. A classic of course. He had loved reading ever since he was child. He had also insisted at a young age on only reading older books. He had always found that the children’s books from nowadays relied too much on toilet humour. However, now he was struggling to read and had a rising headache the more he tried. He rubbed his temple to ill effects. He got out of bed, took a pain killer, took off his glasses and went to sleep.
Monday
As the morning came he felt … off. His breathing was shallow. His head felt far too full. He nose felt itchy and blocked.He was so very tired. He had a cold. He got out of bed and started running the hot water while thanking his luck he had his own bathroom. He breathe in the steam and tried blow his nose. No luck. He waited a minute and blew again. Still nothing. He decided to get dressed, eat his breakfast and try again later. He quickly found the Herculean affair. His arms were too heavy. His legs wouldn’t move as fast as usual. Every time he tried to lean he felt like he was going to fall forward. After a while he got dressed and texted his friend to let the professor know that he’ll be late.
As he placed his toast in the toaster his dorm mate walked in. Alex had a very different reason for moving into the one building of single dorms on campus. Alex was a certified slob. He was always wearing the same large black hoodie and pair of pyjamas that had gotten increasingly stained and tight over his beer belly. Robert lived right next to him so got to hear all of his digusting noises first hand. “Hey bro you look like shit” Alex said while heating up his ramen. Robert responded “ I appear to have the flu thank you for inquiring”. “Then why the fuck do you have your weird suit on. Are you really in going to class? It’s post-COVID genius” Alex said as Robert’s phone dinged. He read the message and it told him to stay home. When he looked for notes in his email he found an auto-send that said he risked expulsion by going to class or to the library . “I cant go to class but it’s still a day and I’m going to try to be as productive *cough* as possible.” Robert said as he placed his toast onto a plate then onto a tray and pouring himself a glass of orange juice. “Dude you are sick. Very sick by the looks of things. You have the best excuse ever to loosen up for one day and relax!” Robert shot him a look and went to his dorm.
He nibbled on his dry toast while thinking about what to do that day. His rising discomfort aside he still had to be productive. He pushed his glasses back up for what felt like the billionth time before noticing his entire body was slick with sweat. His clothing was already soaked. He finished his toast before dabbing himself dl with a towel and taking another pain killer. Then brought his tray down to the kitchen and cleaned his dishes. The task took almost an hour and soaked him with water. Maybe for today he could wear something more comfortable. Or at least get changed out of his already unpleasantly wet clothes. He went back to his dorm and stripped off his clothes then looked around for something he might feel a bit better in. As he tried and failed to blow his nose the only thing he could think of was the vest and shorts he did his callisthenics in. But they were already dirty, sitting at the top of his laundry from a recent workout. It wouldn’t matter anyway he thought to himself. He would probably get whatever he wore sweaty anyway. He returned to returned to his daily activities slightly less distracted but still sick and struggling.
As 11am rolled around he was finding it hard to breathe. He went to over to the sink and tried to blow his nose using steam again. It didn’t work. He got an idea but it was so disgusting he dismissed it. But after four more tries it popped back into his brain. Just this once he said to himself. He started picking his nose. It felt like there was wall of dried snot in both his nostrils and if he could wriggle it free he be able to successfully blow his nose. He admittedly felt quite good as he pulled out a large booger in his left nostril. He immediately got to work on his right nostril and after thirty seconds of dedicated digging he unsheathed the critical booger. Feeling slightly gross but incredibly accomplished he blew his nose and to his glee the snot blocking his nose came out. He wasn’t completely clear but he could breathe and that was the important thing. As he blew one more time something gurgled in his gut and an almighty belch passed his lips. Usually he would’ve have stopped it but as he was busy blowing his nose he didn’t notice. It was loud. Very loud. He didn’t know where it had come from.
As he sat embarrassed and red, feeling sorry for himself a knock fell on his ears. It was probably his friend giving him his notes. He hoped he wouldn’t judge him for his shabby appearance. He answered the door but instead it was Alex. “That was incredible belch dude. I know you’re all polite and shit but game can’t help but recognise game ya’know? Hey you look comfy.” Alex grinned once he took in Robert’s sweaty gym clothes. “ I was blowing my nose and it flew out while my guard was down. Excuse me.” Robert got even more embarrassed. “Hey don’t be worried bud I’m impressed! Wait.. did you pick your nose?” Alex looked like he had won the lottery. Robert felt like he wanted to cross the gates of tartarus. “Yes I did. I couldn’t blow my nose and I wanted to get it clear so I could study. Can you leave now?” “ Felt so relieving though right? And really fun to get your finger up there?” Alex sat down on Robert’s desk chair. “ well yes. It was a one time thing I’m never -“ Robert was cut off by a tell tale gurgle in his gut. He rushed to the bathroom before another mammoth belch flew out of his mouth and even forced his lips open. He then slinked out, the colour of a tomato. “Holy shit dude that was awesome. No need to try to modest dude the whole building could hear that! And you need to clear out your guts as well as your nose. Don’t be scared bud.” Alex was excited at first but tapered off into something more gentle. “Really?” said Robert. “Yeah. Clearly there’s something up in there. Enjoy it! In fact I’ll be back.” Alex ran out the room as Robert sat on the edge of the bed.
Alex returned with a two litre bottle of ginger ale and a plastic cup. He sat noticeably close then poured Robert a cup. “ Ginger ale is a famous sick person drink. That combined with relaxing your gut will make you feel way better I promise. *BBUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPP* see I feel great!” Alex put one arm around Robert and put his other hand on his belly. Robert’s belly immediately felt better as Alex’s warm greasy hand started to rub gentle circles on his distended gut.Robert let out a rumbling fart. “Haha nice one. That’s it. I know you’re embarrassed but just let it all out.” Alex’s gentle even tone lulled Robert as a he took a few sips of the ginger ale then let out a short loud burp. He felt a strange warmth in his chest and couldn’t help but chuckle. Alex may be a horrid, disgusting person but he was … kind. Robert closed his eyes and relaxed his posture as Alex rubbed the gas out of his belly. “Don’t you feel better?” Alex said. “Hmm yes. But now I’m tired.” Robert eyes were heavy and he kind of wanted to lie down. “ You should rest then bro. I’m glad I could help.” Robert lay down as Alex tucked him in. “ why are you doing this?” Robert said. “ I love watching people act gross. Taking care of people when they’re sick is actually fun for me”. Robert would’ve usually sneered but he was grateful for the company so he just turned on his side and fell asleep.
When Robert woke up it was dark and his nose was full again. He thought about what happened with Alex earlier. So gross. So ungentlemanly. So … fun. So relieving. So loving. He felt the warmth in his chest again. As he felt his nose he sat up and looked at his already sweaty clothes. He picked his nose and picked out a particularly large booger then blew his nose into his t-shirt. It felt incredible. His nose was clear. He was happy. He felt a strange giddiness. Being gross is fun. He was missing out. No no. Being a gentleman was his duty! He turned and went back to sleep. He was allowed leeway for being ill perhaps.
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That first day at the spa was so wonderful although I'm definitely oink feeling a little weird. All bloated and my brain is fuzzy and I have a weird craving to roll in the mud? What's oink oink in store for day 2?
(Warning: Slob content. Farting burping and sweat.)
Well it’s not going to start until noon. That’s okay you’re on vacation it’s okay to be lazy. You probably wake up a little wet between the legs, so if you have time feel free to masturbate. Maybe watch some programming, but you’ll probably sleep through the whole morning. (Lazy pigs get all the boys. Lazy pigs play with their toys. Lazy pigs forget to shower. Turn their vibrators to full power.)
At around 12 there will be a knock at your door. One of the pig farm’s attendants is here to take you to lunch! You realize that feeling of wrongness you’ve felt all morning is your stomach! You’re hungry! It’s not your spacy brain, or the buzzing in your ears that’s got you so anxious it’s the grumbling in your tummy! You might have the presence of mind to get dressed before he takes you away. You might squeeze into some clothes that fit yesterday’s but are now digging into your soft doughy flesh. You might be embarrassed as you look at the outfit. Or you might be so spacey that you follow the attendant without another thought (good pig). You’ll wander behind them spa robe hanging open still splattered with gem cum, and stinking of sex. 9r maybe you’re so hungry you don’t even care to get dressed, you just charge towards the food. I dunno it’s your vacation. (Piggy’s go where they are told. Piggies follow dumb and bold.)
But ordering food is so hard. The buzzing in your head is making the words blur. It’s hard to read and you keep spacing out when you try. But food comes anyway. The attendant ordered it for you. That feels so good and right. (Piggies don’t pick what they eat. Piggies are fed. Piggies love their feeders)
And it’s so good! Better than yesterday. Your brain lights up with pleasure. More than you’ve ever felt eating. It’s almost (more more more you’re not done yet. A mouthful of food makes piggy wet!) sexual! But you manage to keep yourself from moaning, yer not an animal. (Chew chew chew, fat piggy sluts keep eating until the food is through.) The buzzing in your ears is so intense! Oh yeah you still have those headphones on. They’re going crazy, oinking at you. But you don’t think to take them off, you’re too focused on your meal, too focused on squeezing your thighs together.
By the time you’re done, you’re sweating and panting. More plates than you can believe sit empty before you. You feel like you’re going to burst but you also feel (Horny, submissive, dumb, complete) good.
No time to rest, though you might want to. You’ve got a full schedule.
Your attendant takes you to your next appointment. Is he gonna be with you all day? Ah well it’s easier to let him keep track of your schedule. Easier to just waddle behind him, so fucking full.
It’s a massage! You love massages! When you feel your attendant’s hands on you it feels so right. You love to be handled. It’s like you’re a piece of meat! This massage focuses on your belly. It feels so good after you stuffed it so much. He rubs and massages you down to help with digestion. His hands working you over. You just get so relaxed and comfortable allowing yourself to burp. You blush and apologize, and he tells you it’s alright. (Good piggies burp so loud.) Then the massage continues and you let a loud fart escape. (Smelly farts make piggy proud.) You apologize again, blushing, red, embarrassed, feeling so dumb, like such an animal. He doesn’t care though. He continues to milk the gas out of you, until your bloated stomach receds and there’s a haze hanging about the room. You’re totally resigned to it, you don’t even think of asking him to stop. Even if you’re embarrassed and ashamed it just feels too good to stop. (Piggies will to anything for pleasure. Piggies well happily embarrass themselves if it makes them feel good. You’re acting like a pleasure seeking piggy, just like you should.)
After your massage, and you’re feeling l as bloated, it’s time for hot yoga! You groan as you’re still so full, and you just want to lie down. (Pretty piggies are so lazy.) But your attendant leads you to class despite your grumbling. (Piggies follow their masters. Even if it’s with a grunt and grumble.) it’s so hard! When did you get so dang chubby? Why do the yoga clothes they gave you say medium? Yer a small. Fur sure. Maybe they got them from temu, you know those sizes are always off. But dang yoga is tough, and you feel heavy, out of breath. Why’s it so dang hot? Yur sweatin like a pig!(Good) Your skin becomes flush and pink and you’re absolutely dripping. (Piggy don’t work to get lean, they just need their sweaty sheen. Pussy and pits are twins you bet, randy smells and always wet. Sweat piggy sweat!)
After that torture your handler tells you it’s time for yur mud bath? Did you just shiver? Is your pussy wet. The buzzing in your ears get louder. ‘Oink’ you whisper softly as you follow. He strips you naked, that’s okay. People are supposed to handle you. You’re supposed to be handled.
He puts you in the mud (good. Correct. True. Happy. Home.) and you settle in feeling so comfortable and relaxed. You settle and they apply your face mask. Your nose begins to upturn a little bit more, and cute freckles form on your cheeks. As you relax your attendant feeds you snacks. It’s perfect. You feel so spoiled and happy. (Piggy loves her mud. Piggy loves her snacks. Piggy loves herself.)
You stay in for an hour and when they say it’s time to go you request another. They happily change your schedule you’re coming along so nicely. They let you soak and lounge for another hour while your headphones massage your brain and make you feel content.
Eventually of course you must be be taken out. You’re showered, and put in the sauna to work up a fresh sweat.
You finish day two with another large meal. You may be so dull and dizzy by this point you asked to be fed. Maybe not, maybe you’re holding onto yourself just a little bit. You can be proud of that as you scarf down more of our life changing food!
Then it’s back to your cabin.
You’ve had a long hard day of relaxing.
The pig farm has a pink dildo waiting for you on the bed. It’s got a bow an everything.
It’s pretty gross.
So unprofessional!
You should really complain…
The oinking is a roar in your ears…
You feel so full…
You’re so wet…
And that dildo looks so BIG!
#bimbo training#bimboification#mind control#hypnosis#feedee girl#brainwashing#brain drain#big breats#bimbofied#pig tf#feedee piggy#fat piggy
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so I got a few asks of people wanting me to explain(?) my Peppino/Alistair ship? (some asked nicely some not so nicely)
and heck why not- I surely feel like going a bit insane about my ship!! (might be somewhat incoherent because feels)
Alistair and Peppino have a lot of things in common-
both of them are fairly anxious (Alistair moreso in certain situations- (like physical contact and when people get too close in his personal space)) both of them suffer from trauma, both of them are very hotheaded and tend to blow up in a violent way, both of them are middle aged men who really just want to do their thing and get people out of their hair (like srsly give them both a break-) and both of them are pretty impulsive
so right away, they have a pretty even ground! there's no doubt that they could get along in a platonic way, given that theyd probably agree on a lot of things! hence why, the ship is a work friends to close friends to lovers thing! UwO
however, they also have a lot of differences!
Alistair tends to put his insecurities and emotions in a box, lock it and throw it in a river- he never expresses them and instead represses them, while Peppino is very 'animated' and his feelings just kinda pop out! Alistair is more of a neat and posh person, while Peppino is more laid back and casual (and kind of a slob, let's be real)
and in a physical sense- height differences are always goode 👌
as I pictured in a comic I made- Alistair is a kinda sketchy butcher, who apparently sells his wares fairly cheap (cheap enough for Peppino to afford and even cut corners financially-) and that's pretty much how they met!
from then on, of course, Alistair comes over regularly to drop off meat deliveries and eventually, over time, Alistair and Peppino start talking-
granted, it probably took a good while for the intimidating, stoic and social activity avoidant Alistair and the intimidated, anxious, socially awkward Peppino to start talking, but they do- which leads them to discover that their first impressions weren't (exactly true)
Peppino pretty much feared for his life everytime Alistair came over and Alistair, well- he was convinced that Peppino would rather avoid him than to start conversation (which was fine by him, because he'd rather not talk to people either-)
their work relationship slowly got deeper and deeper, as their metaphorical walls begun to go down around each other and they each opened up a bit about their daily struggles-
Alistair was the first to extend a helping hand and started to do little friendly gestures- (like driving Peppino home after a near all nighter at work, giving some helpful advice about certain things, or literally just asking how his day was-)
Peppino, of course, would return the favor- driving him home, (like in that pretty old vespa comic I made-), offering advice and just asking about his day-
the point is, they were both starting to get to know each other on a deeper level than just "the grumpy guy who delivers meat" and "the nervous guy who runs a pizza restaurant"
and as for how they became more than friends-
honestly, THAT moment just kinda gets rewritten in my brain over and over- but one of my favorite possibilities is the "massage" storyline! UwO
they are both on the same level of anxious, romantic panic but express it differently-
Peppino is more or less obvious, due to his nerves- I don't really expect him to be the kinda guy who has a crush on someone and is able to actually hide it well-
once he realizes he has a crush on Alistair, he'd mostly be able to just go on as usual with their close friendship, being casual- but whenever he says something that could even remotely hint at his attraction, he'd go red faced, stuttery and panic within a moments notice! and thus, he'd start overthinking just about everything he says-
he'd also just in general pay more attention to himself- like, double thinking what he's doing with his hands, where he's looking at, what he says, what he does- just everything!
which would usually prompt Alistair to chuckle and ask if he's okay- asdfghjkl
Alistair on the other hand- you'd assume he'd be much more low-key, right? he wouldn't be a nervous, anxious mess?
wrong-
he's in the exact same boat as Peppino- but he's better at hiding the obvious
he manages to keep his robotic, neutral expression around him- but!
whenever Peppino causally touches his arm, looks at him a bit too long, or says something that could hint at closer affection-
on the inside, the man is s c r e a m i n g
and thus, he too starts to overthink everything!
however, more often than not, he calms himself in a pretty destructive manner-
he'd go into the thought process of "don't be an idiot. He doesn't love you. he never would- why would anybody?" and just tear himself down
which, actually, does help in making him calm down- however, that 'calmness' is actually just him giving in to his self loathing..
not good..
now- their dynamic-
they're both equally protective of one another! Alistair, immediately took on a protective role, feeling that he needs to keep this anxious little man safe- however, he's proven wrong when Peppino just deada** pulls out a revolver- (which makes Alistair crush even harder-)
Alistair's touch aversion eventually goes away with Peppino, making room for his touch starvedness to shine instead- (what I'm saying is, Alistair eventually can't physically be in Peppino's near without holding his hand, putting a hand on his shoulder or doing anything of this sort-
and Peppino goes from "HOLY SH*T HE TOUCHED ME-" to just relaxing imediately when he does (hugs for the soul UwU)
I just?? those two- those two- those tWO THOSE TWO!!!! <3
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In actuality, it's vampires...
...who are less refined in their feeding methods than werewolves. All undead eat people, but they can be ranked very simply by how efficient they are at it.
At the very bottom, of course, are ghouls; they confuse 'person' with 'meat constituting a body' and just eat the body itself. You can eat a body and leave the actual person wholly intact. Ghouls aren't very intelligent, though, and they're very stubborn. They preen their gowns and adjust their finery and sit down to feast on whoever has stumbled into their necropolis (a necropolis of a thousand can hide in the shadow of the mound on a shallow dirt grave- be careful), always fancying themselves the most uplifted of the dead, when really, they're the slobs of the whole bunch.
Vampires have a slightly clearer understanding, and know that the person-ness of a person has nothing to do with their meat. They suck your blood, sure, but that's because they need to eat you. It's practically ceremonial. What's feeding them, really, is the uncertainty; they ingest the blood, but they're nourished by the terror. That's also why they hunt at night. You lose meaning when life warps into a desperate rush for safety, for the warmth of a fire, for escape from the suspicious, threadbare, pallid mutterer hustling along in the rain behind you.
Werewolves, though- the smartest of the bunch, and nowhere near as scraggly as ghouls and vampires tend to be or become -they know how to gnaw a person bare of personhood. They don't need to lurk in grave-shadows or stalk on nighted streets. They make you think of yourself as meat. Meat that, specifically, is not going to outrun a pack of rangy-limbed, uncanny-eyed wolves pursuing you. They don't even need to eat you, really. If the suggestion plays deep enough into you (that there really is nothing to you but a body, a machine for attaining calories and continuing a genetic pattern), they can eat all the 'you' there is to you without so much as nipping at your heels.
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