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[scarybabe]

So, are you losing weight because of any health issues or just because you want to? Not hating or anything. I'm just curious

Btw loving your booty! I really wanna see more... please

neither!! I never wanted to lose weight AND I don’t have any health issues (besides gerd) - my natural set point has always been much, much lower than the weight I gained to. Naturally hovered around 120-130 pretty much my whole adult life WHILE doing huge stuffings, because I wasn’t eating like that daily it never affected my size.

That’s pretty close to my physique when I’m eating whatever and not trying to manipulate my weight at all.

I was only able to break into the high 200’s - 300 with extreme eating, not only quantity but only as calorically dense foods as possible and my nutrition pretty bad. Gaining to 200 was honestly pretty easy because before my recent weight gain my metabolism had slowed down a LOT from restrictive eating, I was around 97-105 before my newest gain. My metabolism sped back up by the time 200 lbs because I was eating so much more, and my gain slowed back down. Took me until December of 2021 to get to the 230’s. In this pic I’m around 235 I think.

After I hit 300, I wanted to let my body rest and listen to my cravings for vegetables, meat, etc. and drink WATER 😆 I deadass drank NO WATER while I was gaining because “it had no calories so it was a waste of stomach space” 💀 I still treat myself, but I listen to my body and I don’t ever force myself to eat food that makes me feel sluggish, nauseous or sick in any way.

I’ve gained a little since my BBL but because I used to be so big and have muscle mass now, I carry it differently than when I first entered this weight range (low end of 200’s).

I think the 230’s looked great on me but I know if I ever want to gain again it will NEVER be enough for people, because even gaining 200+ pounds wasn’t enough so a mere 10-20 lbs won’t matter. So I’m just riding the wave, focusing on healing from my surgery & building physically and spiritually healthy habits so when am well enough to make 🌽 again I can be the best creator that I can be.

PS: I do have loads of post surgery vlogs, updates and pics on my OF - it’s more educational than horny but you can tip $5 to request it all be sent to ya if you have that morbid curiosity

My belly in the above picture is just the size it is now!

[itskybabes-blog]

Duke Dennis Drabble

Duke Dennis x fem!reader (no face claim but poc!reader friendly)

Part one: Unrequited Love Disclaimer: this is written by a dyslexic person – please forgive any grammar and spelling errors

TW: swearing, themes of drinking, sexual harassment and comparing body types

Plot: You and Duke have been friends for years, but you have had a crush on him for a while. At an AMP pool party, you reach breaking point.

Word count: 965

The wet, glistening caramel-toned skin of scantily clad women sparkle in the sun as they dance evocatively around the pool. You feel a bit out of place because – although, being a vision of beauty – you know his type is IG baddies and BBL bandits. Your naturally droopy E-cup tits and grabable ass might not be his cup of tea, but then why do you care? 

You and Duke have been friends for a couple of years now. You were a journalist and sometimes you get the perk of the odd brand trip. While atop of a snowy ski slope in Switzerland, the two of you hit it off and your friendship made it out of the group chat. 

Since then, he’d invite you around to do cool stuff together – just as friends. You’ve been a frequent visitor at the AMP house and have become good friends with the guys, particularly Agent, Kai and Fanum. Duke’s whole fandom even knows you’re one of his best friends and always ask when you’d pop up next in one of his streams. 

So, it wasn’t strange for you to be there, standing by the bar downing shots of Casamigos with the AMP lot at their latest pool party. You wipe the spilt liquor on your chin with the sleeve of your shrug and fix the matching leopard print bikini you wore. Don’t lie to yourself: these girls couldn’t hold a candle to you. But, watching Duke lean back and let one of those IG models slam their round bumper on his crotch made you feel a way.

About two years into your friendship, his dazzling smile and Southern charm started to melt your heart. When you looked into his chocolate-coloured eyes, you felt a flutter in your stomach that you never had before. You’ve been meaning to tell him but, come on, you look so good – surely he’d just take a hint. 

Well, there’s nothing alcohol and good music can’t help. The anxiety of wondering whether Duke got your signals or not vanishes while you throw it back to some Sexyy Red. You be sure to scream the chorus to ‘Looking For The Hoes’ and act out with all you two’s mutuals. Even one lucky fella gets a whine from you when the dancehall music comes on. 

While Duke was having his own star moment on the other side of the pool, you did too where you were. By the end of the night, you were both going to be the talk of the party. 

However, your time takes a turn for the worst when you glance over at the foine dark-skinned man shoving his tongue down the throat of some big-booty hussie. You sulk, dropping your head down to look at your pretty blue-tip toes. 

“Hey, gang!” Kai says, tapping you on the arm. “Yo, why you mad sour right now?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you lied.

“Well, come take this shot then!” he rebutted, handing you your 15th shot of the night. 

You’ve never been a lightweight but no one can survive this level of alcohol. Your quest to drown your feelings has gone too far and people are starting to notice due to the way your eyes glaze over and your lack of spatial awareness. 

You throw your ass around the slippery poolside, worrying all of your friends who think you’re doing way too much. Even at one point, your nipple slipped out and you didn’t even know until Zoe rushed over and fixed it for you. 

Agent runs over and tells Duke about your condition while he has the same broad on his lap. “Man, she’s a grown-ass woman. She don’t need no babysitter!” Duke exclaims back. 

“Please, dude, look,” Agent points over at you, stumbling aimlessly around the pool with a goofy smile on your face. He also sees a weirdo lurking behind you. The same man she danced with before (who was a random guest at the house) comes behind you and grabs your hips, trying to force you to dance on him again. You weakly push him away as who the fuck grinds to Chief Keef, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He tightens his grip on your waist and swiftly closes the gap between you. You drop your glass and it shatters, making a loud crashing sound, but the party still goes on as normal. 

The swift commotion causes Duke to quickly (after excusing himself from what would have been his flavour of the day) come to your defence and shove the man off of you. 

“What the fuck are you doing, bro? She don’t want your ugly-ass,” Duke boomed and squared up to the man. He got a few looks, but still, most partygoers went on like nothing was happening. 

“What’s your problem? She’s fair game,” the man said eerily, “I don’t see no ring on her finger and, earlier, she was all over me. She wants this.”

Clearly paralytic, you clung onto Duke’s side for stability. You look up at him with a look he knew all too well. 

Agent finally returns - this time, with security - to where you and Duke were.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Duke barked at the guy, pushing him towards the big burly men who scooped the creep up.

“No, you don’t understand,” he tried to argue while being dragged away. “She wants me! She wants me so bad.”

Duke ripped you off his side and threw you over his shoulder. 

“What the fuck? Put me- put me dooowwwnnn,” you hiccuped, trying to fight the bile rising up your throat. 

You have to wait a couple minutes for him to grand your request. Duke plops you on a bed - his bed - and stares at you in utter disbelief.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

A/N: Got writer's block with the Danny story, so I thought to start a cute lil' Duke drabble. All comments and advice are encouraged!

[facesittingnightmares]

BangChan "The Daddy": Perception of dominance

*This is just the first ⅓ of the chan story I had planned to post today before the whole account termination. The start may be rocky as I had to rewrite it a few days ago, whereas the rest was finished and saved since September. The entire 4500 word story should come around new years!*

You looked all around as the door to Chans dressing room was within reach. Would anyone see you enter? At this point, looking in to see a black leather chair that had two large deep round indents, you didn't care. You close the door behind you and rushed over to the chair. Your knees cried out as you dropped with immense speed and hovered your nose just above the indented leather cushion. "Ugh" You moan as the strong scent of Bangchans signature vanilla perfume invaded your nose. The sound of the door opening and then locking breaks you from your trance of analyzing the heat coming from the cushion.

"What have we got here?" Chans Australian accent only further fuels your hard on as he walks slowly over to you. "You like my seat? Maybe...maybe you wanna BE my seat?" He asks with a snicker, looking down at his belt buckle and then back up to make eye contact with you as he took his belt off sexily. He stopped beside you, allowing you to take on how much more muscular he was than you. His gljtes protruded out towards your face and you couldn't resist his questions anymore. "Yes please!" You softly respond, unsure if it was the right decision.

Without skipping a beat he pulled his jeans down and showed off his new pair of black Supreme boxers that hugged his curves to the point the fabric was clearly stretching. He carefully handled you and lay you into a seated position with your head down on the seat where the craters were. "Okay test one for potential seats. You've gotta support my weight. As you could see, my massive ass indents anything I sit on with its heavy weight so it's crucial you can handle it!" He turns mid sentence and as soon as he finishes speaking, his ass lowers down. To you, the world was in bullet time, you could feel your heart racing as the black domes of fat ass descended. The black fabric of his underwear, already struggling normally, became slightly translucent at the peaks of his cheeks, and infront of his crack, giving a distorted glimpse at the perfectly smooth pale skin below. Finally you feel the fabric touch the tip of your nose and mould around it. This slight touch broke you from your state of grace and you realised what you were in for.

As if someone set time back to normal, his impact shocks you, and before you have time to think, your head is gone. You no longer feel any outside air, instead the straining fabric of his boxers along with the withering cushion below you. Unfortunately the cushion was to no benefit as his weight pushed your head deep down until you hit the hard support board of the chair. "Oh my, this is so much better. I was starting to worry my ass would go flat from having to sit on that weak cushion. Your head is so much more comfortable. Like how those gel insoles for shoes allow your feet to feel like they are molding into soft support, my butt feels like it's molding around the perfect seat cushion!" While Chan was excited and comfortable, you felt as though your nose was being crushed and your face was being reshaped.

"Chan....im...finding it....hard to breath!" You yell into the fabric. With little room to actually move your mouth, it came out like a completely different language. This didn't matter in the slightest. Any sound made in Chans BBL esque ass was completely inaudible on the outside, only alerting him through feeling. To make matters worse, the feeling of complete suffocation, being crushed, and just being in proximity to chan made you rock hard like never before. "Ohh yeah I completely forgot to tell you to breathe, actually feels nice!" The man said, assuming from your tight pants that you were happily breathing under him. As you also couldn't hear him, you assumed he was being overly dominant and punishing your invasion of his dressing room.

The next ten minutes were a grueling task. Having to manage your air in order to survive until the deadly dom would give you air. "You've been such a comfortable and well behaved seat. Just one more little part for this test and I'll move to the next!" His words of praise overlap with your screams for air, accompanied by slight thrusts, which to Chan, made it look like his praise turned you on. The weight lifts slightly, the muscular aspect of his glutes leaving you face as the fatty layers still molded around your face similar to how slime droops with gravity. Chan had just lifted about 3 inches, but it was undetectable to your struggling face. "One Bang Chan Booty Bomb inbound!" He says excitedly. With the muscles of his glutes having been lifted a little, his words seeped through slightly, muffled to the point he sounded like a dominant australian whisper in your ear, despite him channeling a more excited and fun tone. You took a few breathes, unaware of what was to come, only hearing slight grunts from the perfectly sculpted man above you. The grunts were him focusing his strength into his glutes to crush your face fully. With no warning signs, no noises, and no chance to react, his weight dropped on your face with speed and determination.

You felt as though your nose cracked and blood vessels burst, even the cushion let out a puff as it burst open at the sides. With only a 3 inch gap for momentum, he hit you like a world ending meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. Fighting the urge to pass out, and fearing brain damage, you would soon experience the aftershock of his booty bomb. The sounds of wood creaking alerts you first, followed by the slow and subtle sinking sensation, finally the wooden bottom of the chair split in the middle just below your head.

Your head followed and slipped into the new cavern. The sensation of his force turned you on further despite the horror you felt. "Oh god...shit I shouldn't have dropped so hard!" Chan moans a deep voice, the sudden force relocating his gas to his anus. It was swift and silent, his protein fueled flatulence invaded your shallow cavern of safety until it became a vacumn of cruel crippling gas. The gags of your struggling form barely echo out of his mounds. His unbearable gas would've ended you right then had it not been for his ass slipping down onto your face and crushing your head again.

The heavy dense glutes hugged your face, with his black Supreme boxers now smelling of his vile fart. All the factors resulted in you blowing your load the instant his ass settled it's warm doughy shape on you. From his perspective his soft approach of trying to give you your desire helped you 'arrive', whereas you perceived his actions as dom like, and almost evil, turning you on despite torturing you. Chan allows the pumping in your trousers to finish, dampening your fabric with sticky liquid, before arising and allowing the bright lights of the dressing room to blind you. If there were spectators to witness the event they'd assume you had a pancake face with steam rising off of it. "Ready for test 2?" He groans while taking his shirt off. You try to lift your body up but can barely feel your face. The effects of his astronomically massive ass dropping on your face culminate and the chair splits in two, your head landing flat on the floor, only the flattened cushion softening your fall.

[imeverywoman420]

major criticism of onlyfans and instagram influencers i made while peeing and waiting for the calamine lotion to dry so i can move around

the type of softcore porn everywhere thats like. Girl with the face of sims 3 toddler in a sports bra and leggings. “You guys sweating during a workout is totally natural” closeup of her sweaty ass crack in yoga pants for that sweet onlyfans promo.

like. I wish they would just get french tips and do the full glam porn star makeup and be UP FRONT like “hey handsome heres my onlyfans im selling PORN on my ONLYFANS ;)” instead of “hii im selling fitness content heres my booking info watch me do tiktok dance” and looked like adult women that would be way better. Its like all these girls pretending theyre not escorts when they are wnd we all know it lol. “Fitness influencer” with cities and a plane emoji in bio= literal escort. Why cant they just be strippers or Playboy bunnies (the equivalent lol) why do they have to look like children and pretend theyre not selling sex

its the way they look like weird edited children with bbls and its just NotPorn. Like its obviously porn but its a dead eyed girl in a crop top and leggings standing in a gym holding a weight so its not Really Porn. Like. Wheres the silk and lace and feathers. Its always broad daylight too in those posts. Thats another sickening thing. theres no line of demarcation for what is erotic and the normal day to day…

they take up so much space on social media with their plausible deniability that its not reallyyyy porn its workout routines and tiktok dances. Girl shut the hell up and i want your simps to die. I dont even care about the morality aspect at this point its literally just so annoying that its everywhere. I miss when everything had its place and at least back 10-15 years ago they looked like women and not children lol its so creepy and bizarre on so many levels…

[law-of-ana]

𖦹︎ ׄ  𓈒 welcome to ana’s world. . .

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

virtual names : ana, ren, hana, floower

real name : ivana (feel free to call me ana🫶🏾)

nationality : french

ethnicity : cameroonian

mbti : intp/infp (it always changes)

🤍 : spirituality, selfcare, music (rnb & kpop mostly), bbl tea, video games & makeup

stanlist :

korean music (pop, rnb etc) : p1h, w2e, itzy, dreamcatcher, behindthemoon, ive, gwsn, aespa, kim a reum, illit, rv, newjeans & nmixx

other : sza, beyoncé, keshi, laufey, nicky minaj, ariana grande, megan the stallion, mitski…

𖦹︎ ׄ  𓈒 my main drs. . .

better cr dr

itzy 6th member dr

spirited away dr

gravity falls dr

own gg dr

pokemon dr

tokyo revenger dr

winx dr

𖦹︎ ׄ  𓈒 my shifting journey. . .

spring 2021 — discovered reality shifting and made my first dr : genshin impact dr (it was so awkward im thankful i didn’t shift there lol😭)

summer 2022 — first shift : i used the lucid dream method and i woke up in a waterpark… that was fun tho!

2022 - 2023 — break, some attempts but nothing really happened

autumn 2023 — opened my first shifting acc on tt, learned about loass, reprogrammed my mindset.

autumn 2023 - until now — minishifted x1 in my itzy dr, not a lot of attempts but a lot of learning

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- ill mostly post tips, about my drs and templates (notion)

- socials ; _anashifting on almost every platform

<3

[mai-333]

The resurgence of 90s ‘Heroin Chic’

Kate Moss for Blumarine Fall/Winter 1996

Characterised by pale white skin, extreme skinniness, dark eyebags, and an overall sickly look. Heroin chic has long been criticised for romanticising drug use and disordered eating. Rising to trend in the mid 80s, peaking in the 90s, and continuing through the early 2000s, it wasn’t until quite recently in the 2010s that Heroin chic slowly started to die out. Though it never truly went away, from the 2010s it has been far more popular to be curvy, and have an hour glass figure. However, with many thick ladies such as the Kardashians who were renowned for their curvaceous figures now liquidating their BBLs, many fear that heroin chic will return.

Heroin chic grew into popularity mainly with super models, as well as fashion photographers such as David Sorrenti. It was made very clear by the media, and fashion labels, that the ideal body type was one achieved through unhealthy methods. It showed and glamorised this malnourished look, and ultimately led to disordered eating of countless women and girls. As well, in order to be a model many women had to lose weight, and were forced into strict diets to keep their petite size.

Though heroin chic is what was promoted, this didn’t stop the media from attacking and accusing women of ‘encouraging’ heroin chic. Artists such as Fiona Apple have faced lots of backlash for apparently promoting heroin chic, despite speaking out about following beauty standards shown in popular media. The media has shown countless times how quick they are to attack slim women for promoting heroin chic when it isn’t done in a way they can market off of.

Currently, despite the abundance of progress made by the body positivity movement, the social climate still seems to be tipping more towards thinness again. Many people are opting for a more slim look, dieting is increasing, clean girl is trending, more women are going to the gym. However, there has been an increase as well in disordered eating, and body insecurities. These seem to never have truly gone away. But by tackling some of the root causes, such as encouraging unhealthy dieting etc, we can help to prevent this from starting.

I do truly believe that thanks to the body positivity movement that maybe this time around it will be more positive. Being skinny is not a problem, it’s just the methods people take to achieve it. So with proper self care and the new knowledge on mental health, maybe this time heroin chic will truly die, and be replaced by a healthier alternative. With all things trends come and go, it is truly just a shame that women’s bodies are one of these trends.

[breeding-bull-shuichi-saihara]

Shuichi,what do you think about our dear BBL addicted shorstack queen Hiyoko?

What do I think about our favorite addicted short stack? Hiyoko? Whenever people think about her, they associate her with taking care of animals or stepping on the ants at the farm, or she comes out of her way to bully Mikan and call her a pig for having a much more phat backside than hers. However, I do not think of her for such a thing. Because I believe she needed correction. Despite her being a healthy dancer .. her phat Brazilian butt makes most of her figure by 70%. Her butt is twice bigger than her whole body. Honestly, now I like her more for becoming addicted. It might not look like it, but she likes it; no, she is fantasizing, and she gets wet with the thought of a man giving her the most brutal slap on her Brazilian asscheeks leaving a hot, bright handprint for to feel all day;

She is also a hypocrite for calling Mikan a masochist who craves to be on Mikan but with fewer apologies. But when no one is giving her the attention she wanted. She underwent such hard training to have the best-looking Brazilian butt in the academy. You can call this <my intuition as a detective>, and the reason she has become addicted is that I always find an excuse for groping and pressing my gigantic meat against it. Despite her being a short queen, she craves somebody violating her and treating her like a woman, giving her a lot of attention when nobody does with her. And if they do, they're not brave enough to take action, which angers her. I, however, would let her put her Lift Brazilian Butt to good use. Or no more attention from Shuichi. She found my boldness attractive other than being rude. I think she grinned at my response

And so her fate was sealed, and my attention wasn't the only thing she'd get addicted to inside the farm, just the two of us. She was understandable and cautious. She wanted to know what I saw in her when most people didn't. That's when I realized she wanted to be honest with someone. Other than that, she felt relieved to receive more attention. So I wanted us to be close. <That's just the tip of the iceberg> Overall, after everything, she liked visiting me more often. She told me she used to perform a traditional dance in front of a lot of people and mostly older men, but now she wouldn't mind doing it again in front of someone youthful without feeling weird or disgusted around her simps with her lift-up butt being exposed;

Shuichi let things go smoothly and wants to see what kind of art Hiyoko intends to express, the deafening silence became good music, the closer I was near her while she is dancing, the more she looked at my hands, hoping I can touch her body further and feel her more without fear. "So, Shuichi.. you haven't answered me yet; what do you see in me that most people don't..??" she questioned me while closely swaying her hips near me, and then I replied, "You're pretty and beautiful, Hiyoko. Just don't let me tell you any different. " "What else?" She asked, and the sexual tension got stronger and stronger, and so did my urge to breed got the best of me .. and so I wasted no time holding her while inviting her to be used like a cockwarmer. She deserved to feel like a woman, and so she got dicked down hard, and she soon became addicted to my presence. No holes are left unused; I have never seen her this happy and relieved that she won't be alone again. We could say, I was the one who took her V-card away even though I liked her purity more. Let's say I became her crush that night.

And so, the few weeks passed, her growth spurt struck her. She had more cup sizes on her chest, and her Brazilian butt became twice bigger. She took things to the next level. I honestly didn't expect her to become overly developed. She wanted to reward me using her body, where sex became even more meaningful. She became the top after some time. And so the breeding continued. We let nature take its course. So I have to say, this Shortstacked addicted queen became a whole woman after some nights I have spent with her. I would say I like her. She's so good for long-term relationships. And she couldn't wait to get curvier and heavier, and my semen is good for the hormones. Hiyoko is the most romantic out of all the girls if she is explored right. And she tends to make out the longest

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[gaykey]

Ktaemints are on twitter raging about taemins upcoming international tour dates and threatening to leave him for not having enough activities in korea. Could these people literally piss me off more. His increased activity on bbl is most likely also due to his sk based fans raising a stink about the international activities. One week ago I even saw kjjinggus saying that onew should not be allowed to go overseas because they saw how he was hugging chinese fans during a fanmeet. I know it's not all of them but korean fans unsettle the shit out of me lately. They appear to get worse and more cruel by the week. I hate their sick sense of ownership over idols and their violent reaction to having to "share". Like do they not want taemin to make his lifelong dream of a world tour come true? Do you not want him happy???

yo, i've seen this kinda thing happening across a couple fandoms this week?

i know that knetizens are also really pissed about dream being on tour during their comeback, and say they're having too many overseas concerts or something. and that they did a live where they were just chilling in their hotel and chatting, but not engaging with the fans. the comments were nasty apparently.

i feel like i saw they ended up apologising???

but yeah - i don't know what to say. obviously, not all kfans are like that, but the ones that are seem to be getting larger, and more vocal.

wild scenes.

the dissension between korean fans and international fans seems to be getting worse - the seunghan incident is what tipped the boat.

'threatening to leave'lmao like girl bye! more tickets for other people. like you said, this has been taemin's dream for a long time, why do they wanna put a dampner on it?

[lizbethborden]

Femininity is a lot of work and it’s actually very difficult to pull off. Even the “clean girl” look, which is the visual opposite of the heavy coverage MUA look that’s been popular for a while, hinges on having seemingly perfect skin and a “naturally” flawless look, meaning there is a ton of investment in skincare, etc behind the scenes—skincare being just another arm of the beauty industry of course. The rules and standards of femininity are also always changing; a particular body type has been extremely popular and achievable through readily available plastic surgery and now that it has achieved total saturation, I believe it’s already starting to become unpopular—women getting their BBLs reversed etc.

I think that because of the amount of work it takes to be feminine, plus the deep emotional investment in femininity, it would be a misnomer to label it as “easy”—for the individual feminine woman, it is not. But on a social and cultural level, on the level of media representation and in terms of what kind of otherwise marginalized woman can achieve visibility, fame, or success, yes, femininity is “easy.” It is quickly intelligible. It is considered desirable. It affords access and results in better treatment.

I am not arguing for “pretty privilege,” nor do I think benevolent sexism (i.e. female servers who wear makeup getting more tips) is a good thing. I don't think "pretty" women institutionally oppress others. But I do think that this society promotes those it wants to see more of; that it will help a "pretty" woman succeed before an "ugly" one, and applaud the "pretty" woman much more. This society cannot even tolerate a woman at neutral--a woman with no makeup on, with her skin texture showing, natural hair, braless, simply existing in a physical state that is unaltered.

For masculine and GNC female people, these are the stakes. For many of us, we do not just exist at neutral, which our culture cannot tolerate anyway; we in fact actively cultivate a specific aesthetic or what some would call a gender expression that is in open defiance of feminine norms. That is why it is not, per se, "representation" for e.g. a masc/GNC lesbian or bisexual woman to see an extremely feminine woman in the public eye identifying as lesbian or bi. It can be even more alienating, in fact, than having her identify as straight. She is the easiest version of us to swallow, and we are nothing like her; not only do we not want to be like her, it would take so much active work to deconstruct the image of ourselves we've already built--something we've loved doing--and reconstruct ourselves in her image that it's like an unscalable edifice ahead.

[facesittingnightmares]

Bangchan ‘The Daddy’ : Perceptions of Dominance

Post Includes: Facesitting, Face farting, fart sniffing, butt drops, face crushing, slight suffocation, willing sub, different perspectives

You looked all around as the door to Chans dressing room was within reach. Would anyone see you enter? At this point, looking in to see a black leather chair that had two large deep round indents, you didn't care. You close the door behind you and rush over to the chair. Your knees cried out as you dropped with immense speed and hovered your nose just above the indented leather cushion. "Ugh" You moan as the strong scent of Bangchans signature vanilla perfume invaded your nose. The sound of the door opening and then locking breaks you from your trance of analyzing the heat coming from the cushion.

"What have we got here?" Chans Australian accent only further fuels your hard on as he walks slowly over to you. "You like my seat? Maybe...maybe you wanna BE my seat?" He asks with a snicker, looking down at his belt buckle and then back up to make eye contact with you as he took his belt off sexily. He stopped beside you, allowing you to take in how much more muscular he was than you. His glutes protruded out towards your face and you couldn't resist his questions anymore. "Yes please!" You softly respond, unsure if it was the right decision.

Without skipping a beat he pulled his jeans down and showed off his new pair of black Supreme boxers that hugged his curves to the point the fabric was clearly stretching. He carefully handled you and lay you into a seated position with your head down on the seat where the craters were. "Okay test one for potential seats. You've gotta support my weight. As you could see, my massive ass indents anything I sit on with its heavy weight so it's crucial you can handle it!" He turns mid sentence and as soon as he finishes speaking, his ass lowers down. To you, the world was in bullet time, you could feel your heart racing as the black domes of fat ass descended. The black fabric of his underwear, already struggling normally, became slightly translucent at the peaks of his cheeks, and infront of his crack, giving a distorted glimpse at the perfectly smooth pale skin below. Finally you feel the fabric touch the tip of your nose and mould around it. This slight touch broke you from your state of grace and you realised what you were in for.

As if someone set time back to normal, his impact shocks you, and before you have time to think, your head is gone. You no longer feel any outside air, instead the straining fabric of his boxers along with the withering cushion below you. Unfortunately the cushion was to no benefit as his weight pushed your head deep down until you hit the hard support board of the chair. "Oh my, this is so much better. I was starting to worry my ass would go flat from having to sit on that weak cushion. Your head is so much more comfortable. Like how those gel insoles for shoes allow your feet to feel like they are molding into soft support, my butt feels like it's molding around the perfect seat cushion!" While Chan was excited and comfortable, you felt as though your nose was being crushed and your face was being reshaped.

"Chan....im...finding it....hard to breath!" You yell into the fabric. With little room to actually move your mouth, it came out like a completely different language. This didn't matter in the slightest. Any sound made in Chans BBL esque ass was completely inaudible on the outside, only alerting him through feeling. To make matters worse, the feeling of complete suffocation, being crushed, and just being in proximity to chan made you rock hard like never before. "Ohh yeah I completely forgot to tell you to breathe, actually feels nice!" The man said, assuming from your tight pants that you were happily breathing under him. As you also couldn't hear him, you assumed he was being overly dominant and punishing your invasion of his dressing room.

The next ten minutes were a grueling task. Having to manage your air in order to survive until the deadly dom would give you air. "You've been such a comfortable and well behaved seat. Just one more little part for this test and I'll move to the next!" His words of praise overlap with your screams for air, accompanied by slight thrusts, which to Chan, made it look like his praise turned you on. The weight lifts slightly, the muscular aspect of his glutes leaving your face as the fatty layers still drooped down slightly and moulded around your face similar to how slime droops with gravity. Chan had just lifted about 3 inches, but it was undetectable to your struggling face. "One Bang Chan Booty Bomb inbound!" He says excitedly. With the muscles of his glutes having been lifted a little, his words seeped through slightly, muffled to the point he sounded like a dominant australian whisper in your ear, despite him channeling a more excited and fun tone. You took a few breathes, unaware of what was to come, only hearing slight grunts from the perfectly sculpted man above you. The grunts were him focusing his strength into his glutes to crush your face fully. With no warning signs, no noises, and no chance to react, his weight dropped on your face with speed and determination.

You felt as though your nose cracked and blood vessels burst, even the cushion let out a puff as it burst open at the sides. With only a 3 inch gap for momentum, he hit you like a world ending meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. Fighting the urge to pass out, and fearing brain damage, you would soon experience the aftershock of his butt bomb. The sounds of wood creaking alerts you first, followed by the slow and subtle sinking sensation, finally the wooden bottom of the chair split in the middle just below your head.

Your head followed and slipped into the new cavern. The sensation of his force turned you on further despite the horror you felt. "Oh god...shit I shouldn't have dropped so hard!" Chan moans a deep voice, the sudden force relocating his gas to his anus. It was swift and silent, his protein fueled flatulence invaded your shallow cavern of safety until it became a vacumn of cruel crippling gas. The gags of your struggling form barely echo out of his mounds. His unbearable gas would've ended you right then had it not been for his ass slipping down onto your face and crushing your head again. The heavy dense glutes hugged your face, with his black Supreme boxers now smelling of his vile fart. All the factors resulted in you blowing your load the instant his ass settled it's warm doughy shape on you.

From his perspective his soft approach of trying to give you your desire helped you 'arrive', whereas you perceived his actions as dom like, and almost evil, turning you on despite torturing you. Chan allows the pumping in your trousers to finish, dampening your fabric with sticky liquid, before arising and allowing the bright lights of the dressing room to blind you. If there were spectators to witness the event they'd assume you had a pancake face with steam rising off of it. "Ready for test 2?" He groans while taking his shirt off. You try to lift your body up but can barely feel your face. The effects of his astronomically massive ass dropping on your face culminate and the chair splits in two, your head landing flat on the floor, only the flattened cushion softening your fall.

"Are you okay?" His voice showed concern like you didn't experience before. "Ye...yes sir!" You responded as you lifted your head from the floor, looking back to see the seat split in two, collapsed in the middle with his butt boulders still leaving visable craters. "Oh? yes sir? I kinda like that!" His Eager Australian voice sent shivers to your crotch again. Your servant and sub like attitude sparked a dominant flame in Chan that would later ignite a new passion. You watched, dazed from his booty bombs, as he grabbed the deflated leather cushion which was now as thin as paper. He set it in the middle of the floor and moved the broken chair out of the way. "Lay down, head flat on the cushion." You follow his orders, still under the misconception that he was fully dominant. While staring at the ceiling, scared to tilt and look at him, his large muscular shadow began to cast over you until he finally stood above, now shirtless and showing off a ripped physique, having some hand prints painted on his back for his performance. In its full naked glory his body appeared shredded with minimal body fat unlike his ass which looked like it could provide him nutrients for months.

"The Second test to see if you are a good test is durability. Clearly you have the support in you, but no point in a seat that can support for only short periods of time." His words scratched an itch in your brain, the image of being forced under him for hours on end brought your erection back to life during his descent.

At first he did a deep Asian squat allowing his clothed ass the envelop your face again. Even with his weight not even half focused on your face, you felt suffocated as his boxers, saturated by his earlier fart, covered your mouth and nose but not your ears. Now, not clinging for dear life you got a sense of his stinky gas. You took deep breathes, just like with the chair before he came in. Chan responded to feeling your inhales by rocking back and forth, praising you for the initiative. At first the gas smelt meaty, powerful like his body would suggest, but below the surface there were hints of typical protein sources like eggs and dairy, as your inhales came to an end you got a powerful preview of his spices heating up your airways and burning your nose.

"..... pull me down." You were too busy dissecting his fart to hear what he said in entirety. Thinking he demanded you smother yourself, you obliged and reached up for his waist and pulled down. Chan transitioned from his deep asian squat into a kneeling position, his massive mounds giving your head a bear hug only held back by struggling fabric. His legs folded as his feet faced back towards yours, and his warm crotch spilled over your hair. "Such an eager fan aren't you?" His words turn you on, thinking he is teasing you. For the next half an hour he stayed on your face, completely still as he used the feeling of your deep inhales as a sign you were fine. You couldn't believe you stayed rock hard the entire time. Sure at first, the sensation of his fabric clad mounds crawling around your head like an evil force was intensely stimulating. First your nose was pushed deep between his cheeks. Then you felt the heat reach the midpoints of your ears, only being stopped because they hit the heels of his curled feet. Furthermore, his rocking back and fourth gradually edged your mouth open unintentionally, allowing you to now taste his underwear, secretly sweaty from sitting so long on one spot.

"Since you loved the Bang Chan booty bombs so much earlier, here's a little reward for surviving so long!" Yet again his words wouldn't be heard by your cut off ears. Instead, you simply felt the sensation of his ass turning soft, his muscle parts lifting a few inches. Bracing yourself helped very little as the first drop happened. His impact shook you to your core, disorienting you as the second drop occurred, or maybe it was the third as you were completely unable to keep count. His ass didn't even leave your face and yet had immense force. No longer restricted by a chair breaking, he continued to booty bomb for almost 5 minutes straight. Each drop turned you harder and harder but this time you reached down and freed your boner.

Just as you went to grip it to stroke, you got shook again. This time your entire body flopped and you tried to reach for your burning face, only for him to slam down on your hands too. "Oh good boy, spread my ass!" He moans, slowly being turned on by your continued servitude. The drops continued, speeding up as he approaches the 5 minute mark. Finally, with your hands held in place by his heavy cheeks dropping, you began to shoot your load again. With each drop of his weight you shot another burst of semen until he finally stopped.

The endless assault of your face ended but the banging sound continued as someone knocked aggressively on the door. "Chan....Are you in there?" The fellow group members shouted in. Chan panicking, got up suddenly. The cool breeze of the room air brought life back to your abused body for the second time today. "C'mon, let's get in here!" He says, picking you up with ease and throwing your over his shoulder. Your face meets the middle of his crack, bouncing to give ptsd like flashes of his drops on your face as he walked into the private dressing room bathroom for privacy as the members started screwing at the knob of the lock from outside. He dropped you onto the soft mat in the bathrooms and locked the door behind him before realigning over you.

Now in a seated position, his ass was mear inches infront as you looked slightly up to see it jiggling in his boxers, which were visibly wore from bouncing on you, the stitches at the side coming undone. You were mesmerized by it's movements. His cheeks looking both heavy yet graceful, deadly yet attractive.

"Okay so I know I've been nice so far, but last test of being my seat is the fart test. Whether I'm in the studio, the dorm, or the gym, the boys always complain I bombard them with gas and make the room uninhabitable. I need a seat that can absorb as much of my farts as possible!" His words stun you. Nice? He was a fucking butt demon hell bent on reshaping your face to his liking.

"Uhm that was you being nice? Not to complain...sir...but how was the butt dropping on me without warning nice? The fart from earlier? How about demanding I pull you full weight on my face? Or even when I screamed for air as I suffocated right off the bat?" Your boner reappears as you relive the few hours of torture. He simply looks down at your slightly scared frame in confusion and some regret as his dad like nature mad him concerned. "You thought I was mean? Dominant? Evil? I couldn't hear you because of my massive ass. I thought you were just breathing down there, I even told you to keep taking deep inhales. The fart was an accident that slipped out due to the butt dropping. I only dropped on you cause you looked like you enjoyed the weight. And as for demanding you smother yourself in my ass, my full sentence was if you wanted to indulge yourself, pull me down!" His concerned look slowly turned to a smirk of curiosity. "Wait, so you enjoyed thinking I was dark and dominant? I mean ONE part of you sure did!" He laughed, gesturing to your dried cum. You couldn't believe it, you were so turned on by this evil genius dom that smothered you for hours, just to realise it was just your perception.

"Ye...yes! I loved it Chan. I'm sorry for misunderstanding you." You slightly grovel but notice he continued to smirk. "How about we agree you are officially my seat now, I'll enact test 3 as your 'ceremony' and I'll let out my dominant side. I'm used to holding back around others, but you fucking love it don't you?" His Australian accent starts to fully show itself through his now dominant tone. "Yes..yes I do Chan" You agree. "You're such a good boy for daddy Chan right? You want my BIG, BARE, BREATHTAKING BUM to smother you and fart?" He asks, ripping his boxers off and throwing them into the corner. If you hadn't shot two loads already today, the glistening sight of his massive cheeks bursting from his boxers would've immediately got you to bust. Like a 3D horror movie jumpscare, his fleshy boulders appeared to leap from the confines of his underwear, towards your face as if it was food. "Yes..Chan...Sir!" You call him sir to keep the dominant tone going.

"Chan?? Answer us!" The other guys yell, finally making it into the room but being blocked by the bathroom door. "Okay seat lay down, imma let the flood gates open and smother you, drown you both in ass, and gas!" Following the instructions you lay down, lining up on the mat to comfort your head. "Yea boys I'm just in the toilet, having side effects from all the raw protein I've been taking! Small price to pay to keep the fans happy with my body!" He yells out as he quietly lines up just above your face, cheeks hugging your head lightly. "Ohh shit, you about to let the Bang Chan Bombardment off?" The men laugh through the door. Chan is silent, closing his eyes as he prepares to fart.

Your peaceful sniffs of his ass are disturbed as the blare of a foghorn sounding fart erupts and sends shockwaves across your skin. The fart lasts for thirty seconds, not wavering in strength at any point until silence returned. Now, not distracted by his bouncing, you experienced his glorious fart in all its glory. It's airy form pushed the oxygen from your body with force, evicting any pure air that you had as it's mixed scent of eggs, dairy, and something that clearly didn't agree with him destroyed your willing nose. Anyone else would've held their breathe; you, inhaled like a champ giving your nose to Chans ass. "Fuck that was a banger Chan! Damn the sme...the smell is leaking out. Let's get out of here!" The others leave, gagging as the fart leaked under the bathroom door.

"Fuck...I..stink!" Chan moans as he takes small inhales of his own smell, acknowledging it's stench while basking in his 'talent'. 'You want more?" He asked. But before you could answer he dropped into a full weight position like earlier, this time his legs folding by your side, his feet above your head with him facing your feet.

"I don't care if you do. It's your job to take them all. All my nasty farts! Your nose is my new air purifier and i want results!" He leans into his dominant side, finally embracing it as you get hard from hearing it just before your ears got swallowed by his fatty ass.

A few minutes of toxic farts destroyed your lungs. Long airy farts pushed oxygen from your system as the wet squeaky bursts of milkshake induced gas burnt and made you cry from their concentrated stench. "Time to combine some Booty Bombs and some Bombardment!"

His muscular glutes lifted, his fatty layers stayed, and in a few seconds he dropped. You cock pulsed to life with your nose went deeper than before, nose nearing his sweaty, hairless, slippery pucker. But unlike before, once his cheeks crashed down, he ripped a booming fart. It was like two enormous and surprisingly heavy helium balloons were deflating with sticking toxic gas coming out onto your nose. He continued this for almost twenty minutes. Raise, tense, crush, fart. Half way through it became too much, but it just meant you got harder as his dominant side was truly dominating you past limits you never knew you had. You struggled with the overwhelming dominance, suffocation, and stench. Reaching up to push his back, you perfectly align your hands with the red painted hand prints, something you can realise by the change in texture. Your mind races with thought ‘Has he done this before? Is that why he uses hand prints for shirtless performances?” As you contemplate the idea, you lower your hands back down out of exhaustion.

Raise, tense, crush, fart. You inhaled like it was oxygen, stinking oxygen that killed you slowly with its sewage smell. Your pre-cum began to leak but Chan was too far into his dom side to care. Raise...Tense...Crush...Fart. His final drop made your nose peak into his hole. It smelt devine. Manly, stinky, evil, and like a true Australian dom.

"Last stretch! Imma just unload my whole tank now seat. I know you won't get them all, but appreciate every fart you can!" Even though you didn't hear the message, you didn't need to be told to sniff anymore. Your were his. His seat and his property to sit on and fart on for ever.

You felt the rumble of his stomach trickle down to the flesh around your nose. Surprisingly his warm hand gripped your throbbing shaft, showing off his gorilla like grip. His glutes tensed up around your head, squashing it as his gas made its way through his intestines until it finally hit. "Damn...it's all coming now!" His words couldn't be more true as a barrage of gas, lasting ten minutes unloaded itself onto you. His cheeks relaxed again, feeling like warm cushions hugging your head as his gas was chugged into you like a vile protein shake. Each fart varied, and kept you guessing so you could never be prepared. You simply inhale like a wild animal in between screams for freedom. The screams felt good to Chan, vibrating inside a fart chamber as if you were praising his dominant turn. In return, he started stroking your hard on, one stroke per fart until you finally were near unloading for a third time. Instead he teased you, gripping and holding at the tip for a few minutes before lifting off.

"You wanna feel satisfied? You wanna blow your little load? Give Daddy Chans ass a kiss!" He slams back down onto your bright red sweat drenched face. Your teary eyes didn't deter him at all, giving you exactly what you wanted. The dominant leader that you fantasized about. You pucker your lips and he slams down. Your lips meet those of his ass and he throws his head back in pleasure as you realign your hands with the handprints on his back to add to the immersion. He didn't stroke yet though, waiting for a fart to line up with it. Not learning your lesson, you assumed he was being more dominant than in reality and that he wanted tongue.

His eyes lit up as he felt the cold touch of your tongue enter his hole. The sensation caused him to finally fart and stroke you so you could finish for the final time. He stayed on your tongue, riding it and slamming on your face for a few minutes after you passed out. Once he finally got up he was exhausted from his work and decided to get his private security to take you home discretely before tidying up the mess of the broken chair.

You awake on your bed, in the same clothes, and with the stench of his farts embedded on your nose and mouth. A gift box awaits you on the bed along with note. "Thanks for unlocking my dominant side! I can't wait to have you officially as my seat on payroll. I've got a contract in the box, along with other little gifts. Check your messages on your phone for a little something extra!" Your excitement got the better of you and you rushed to open the box. A deep familiar scent poured put and your eyes watered with happiness. It was his ripped boxers, freshly farted on by the man himself. You bring them to your face, and inhale deeply as the addiction to his smell was too strong to ignore. Other contents of the box included a small bottle of his signature vanilla perfume, some cooling body lotion, and a picture of his newly added handprint on his back to represent you.

Breaking from the trance you checked your messages to see an unknown number with a voice message. "You want a fart?...Say please!" His voice says seductively in his Australian accent. "Please!" You whisper instinctively. After the short gap, a massive ripper of a fart is heard on the recoding that send you over the edge.

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Growth Notes 2 - Trevor

Fitness influencer Trevor has an ass that just won't quit, and discovers some new passions with his steadily increasing size.

Others in this series: Omar | Sky

MaleTF // growth // ass expansion // macro

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There are bubble butts. Then there are donks. Then there’s Trevor.

One of Instagram’s most popular fitness models, Trevor was known for indulgent views of his ample derriere, usually in an open air gym where the weather was somehow always perfect. Tens of thousands of interactions would usually follow some creatively recycled yet run of the mill set of workout tips to sculpt your bum into something that may one day come close to resembling his genetic lottery of an ass.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already familiar with Trevor’s content—or his notable posterior. After all, I’m a victim of the algorithm just like the rest of you. I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little excited behind my solid veneer of professional remove and friendly openness. Although I reserved my office space, restocked the mini-fridge, set out my usual bowls of mints, chocolates, and herbal tea, I had yet to see him stroll through my doors. Trevor was always on the move, so we pretty much exclusively did teletherapy.

I get used to the variety of angles and surprising situations framing his handsome face. The predictable backgrounds of his car or an airport lounge were interspersed with what could have been green rooms or photoshoots or even some sort of mountain retreat. He was living the influencer lifestyle, and it became part of our rapport to see if I could guess his location during our sessions. But only seeing down to his shoulders, it was hard to notice any significant changes, beyond what we would describe to me. Which is why he would point me to his profile as some sort of visual journey through his life, reminding me to “Go backwards, scroll up.”

I had been reassuring him that while running headlong into the doorframe was going to be annoying, he was still very likely to live a mostly normal life. Patients of mine will often worry about becoming one of the more extreme cases. Men who had to remove themselves (or be removed) from society because they had to crawl, not stoop, through the automatic doors at the grocery store, or cause infrastructural damage trying to get to work, or cause a scene simply trying to relieve themselves. But that was very rare, but I decided to humor Trevor following our latest session, pulling up his Insta profile at home on the couch.

So I started from sufficiently far down and scrolled up, filling in his physical absence by tracing his online presence forward through time. And Trevor was tall, yes, and getting perceptibly taller, but the star of the show really was his ass.

Over time, it kept getting bigger and juicier, and as the follower count skyrocketed so did the comment accusations of everything from BBLs to photoshop. Except…he was also getting taller. Like, actually taller, even in videos in which he was working with fellow fitness bros or clients, his 6ft frame looked a lot like 6’4”, then 6’8” in just a few months. In fact, his increased overall mass may have been the only thing allowing him to walk semi-normally with that steadily inflating ass.

But he just brushed it off with his winning smile, got sponsorship deals for lycra, jockstrap, and thong brands, which were the only things you would see him in after a while. I remember in a session around this time he mentioned, “I guess I should have been worried sooner, but the money was good and I was too busy to deal with it. Or see the writing on the walls…” 

In an IG Live, he finally sheepishly admitted that he hadn’t really been able to wear normal pants for months. Even his stretchiest tailored pair had given out.

“And that’s when I realized I had to get tested. My buddy Ryan was worried. There have been a few of these…cases, I guess, at the gym, and in a space like that, it can kind of get out of hand. I guess guys don’t know their own strength, and sometimes would like, damage equipment, or put someone else in danger, or just cause a dress code violation on accident.”

He had blushed here, while telling this story, and on his IG page I finally understood what I long suspected: that the dress code violator was him. At some point he posted sort of a blooper reel of mishaps that occurred while filming his much beloved leg day videos. It was mainly a compilation of Trevor ripping his gym shorts while doing squats, deadlifts, and even more controlled isolation movements. As his ass ballooned out behind him while banging out rep after rep, the seam along the back of his shorts would give up gracefully, exposing his mighty cakes to the gym and eventually, to his online following. As these clips progressed, his expressions of embarrassed shock shifted to an exasperated, knowing laugh. Towards the end, there were pics of him not even in gym gear, but instead out and about in casual chinos or tweed slacks completely blown out the back.

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose,” he told me with a knowing laugh, with an inflection that suggested he’s had to explain this to people multiple times. “It just happens, it’s hard to find pants that fit. But also,” he continued, his eyes drifting upward with a lilt of his head, “the views skyrocketed when I posted that reel. People are into that apparently? I don’t know.”

Turns out the gym was not a fan. It wasn’t the pants splitting per se, but the combination of that with his sudden growth spurt in multiple directions. The data on this is still mainly anecdotal, but there’s something about weightlifting regularly, or maybe certain preworkout or other supplements, that some believe exacerbates the syndrome. Patients with histories of fitness or bodybuilding start putting on extremely dense muscle, gaining disproportionate strength, even with the growth. Bodybuilding and weightlifting associations are still deciding how to handle that particular caveat when it comes to the competition circuit, but that wasn’t really Trevor’s concern.

“My PRs started going up. Like really going up, and it got to the point where it would draw too much attention just loading the plates to get a good pump. I’ve started hiding what I can really do, I don’t want people thinking I’m a freak.”

“That’s a common refrain among men with this condition, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I reassured him.

“Well eventually, Ryan convinced me to get tested just to reassure the gym managers, and of course, it was positive. For a while I didn’t want to go  public with it, I think it weirds a lot of people out. And I just sort of hoped the changes would slow down and I could pass it off as a very late growth spurt.” 

That’s what they always say, I had thought, suppressing a wry smile. 

At some point, he took his height and stats out of his bios across social media platforms, and did less content that would allow for direct comparisons with normal sized people. But he looked…huge. And that ass was nothing short of colossal. His last photo on main was a candid of him standing in the doorway of his always Insta-ready apartment, a shy, surprised, yet practiced smile on his face. Except he wasn’t so much standing in it as bent over, almost crouching through it, his shoulder blades level with the frame and his slightly turned stance implying that his frame likely stretched wider than the doorway itself, the sides of his monster booty visible from the front.

The caption was brief, saying that he had recently been diagnosed with this disorder, and while a lot was still not known about it, he’d be keeping a lower profile but was thankful for all the support from his fans. That was 6 months ago. Since around that time, our sessions have continued per usual, but the backgrounds were less often him jetsetting from his phone and more tuning in real quick from his laptop in his living room. At least now I could see beyond just his face to a pair of massive traps that threatened to overtake his ears whenever he leaned in at his desk, extending to what I could only assume were boulder shoulders just off screen.

“Yeah, I took your whole teletherapy idea,” he told me excitedly at one point. “I’ve been doing at home workout tutorials and private sessions in my garage, which has been working out pretty well. Sometimes I’ll even sleep out there because it’s a little more spacious. I upgraded to a king size bed and my feet would still hang over the edge, but then eventually they would touch the floor again even when lying down. They say the growth might stop soon, but I guess we’re past the whole doorway issue…”

How huge is he now, I wondered incredulously. As he shifted his seating position at his computer, I briefly caught a glimpse of more of him, mainly the wide slabs of pec muscle that suddenly filled the screen, covered by a tank top stretched to its very limit. At one point he had mentioned that he had an adjustable standing desk, which I assumed he was using, but as he adjusted his position, I noticed he was actually crouched in front of his laptop screen as he folded his legs under him, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Sorry, dude. Still figuring this out. My desk is at full height and I kind of outgrew my chair.”

Outgrew? I thought. By how much? I hadn’t gotten a good idea of his developments in a while and didn’t want to pry. Apparently he had stopped seeing the point of keeping up with his ever increasing dimensions, opting instead to wait until the growth finally stopped. And also, if he didn’t know, maybe it wasn’t fully real, or at least he didn’t have to answer people’s perpetual questions.

As if in response, or maybe because he was just used to this, he turned his computer slightly to the left, catching his reflection in what used to be a full length body mirror on the opposite wall. The lean muscle of his massive back, capped on either end by deltoids that may soon be described as literal boulder shoulders, stretched the full length of the desk itself. He simply dwarfed the office setup, creating a comical juxtaposition, increasingly larger than his day to day life could allow. His ribbed tank top narrowed down to a tight waist before ballooning into two perfectly round globes that brought to mind a pair of exercise balls before I fully realized those were the impossibly huge cheeks of his ass. He seemed to be sitting comfortably on the cushion of his gargantuan cakes, each one flexing in turn as he slightly adjusted his position.

“I guess I don’t need a chair,” he said with a chuckle. “This thing’s gotten out of control,” he said, giving the mass of his right cheek a firm, playful slap, “but it has its perks.” 

Stretched across the top of the shelf that his butt had become was an oversized pair of pastel striped bikini briefs that seemed like they were almost an afterthought, having long ago given up any hope of covering any portion of his colossal derriere.

“So…it seems like you’re adjusting well?” I asked.

“Yeah, the virtual training has been great, still have all my old clients. I’ve also been trying out some new stuff with the managers at my old gym. They’ve been hosting ‘private’ trainings, I guess. They have an area set up with oversized equipment and massive weights, which is great because I get to keep training, and in return, there’s this…audience.”

“Audience?”

“I mean it’s not far off from what I usually do, or used to do, online. Go through my routine, demonstrate proper form, take questions, engage with fans. I know they’re there for the goods,” he added, turning to the mirror to peek at his monster booty, “but it’s been working for me so far. I’ve been rediscovering my body, I guess. In ways that I didn’t expect.”

Apparently, Trevor had been finding other ways to pursue where this new situation might lead. Last week, an OnlyFans link surreptitiously popped up on his Instagram account. I didn’t think much of it, until he brought it up directly in our session.

“You’ve been a big help in working through these changes, and I want you to check it out. Call it research,” he added with a laugh.

I was reluctant, but he gave me a free subscription, and I thought I might as well. The first video I watched was not set in his garage, or even his gym, but what looked like some sort of high-ceiling loft or warehouse. He was surrounded by weights and equipment which to a normal human would be comically oversized, but seemed custom made for his outlandish size and strength. He was clad in nothing but a pair of bright orange booty shorts, his massive ass still managing to look disproportionately huge in relation to the rest of his hulking frame. He went through his usual routine, greeting the audience with his bright smile. For the most part, it was a slightly campy performance of a workout demonstration, hip thrusts followed by split squats, then lunges back and forth across the room with monstrous 200 pound dumbbells, his cheeks visibly pumped and jiggling uncontrollably.

“A lot of you have been asking for clarification on proper form for deadlifts,” he said to the camera, playing up the fitness influencer character like he was born for it. “So let’s focus on that today.”

With the camera carefully angled to catch his butt cheeks from slightly below, he demonstrated set after set of proper deadlift form, his ass ballooning behind him with each rep and threatening to smother the viewer. As beads of sweat rolled down his back and into the deep valley between his prodigious cakes, the magic moment finally came. His gym shorts gave out under the pressure of his voluminous pump, his unreal bubble butt spilling out of the fabric and sitting proudly in the open air, seemingly defying gravity.

As he turned to the viewer with a light chuckle and that iconic smile, the camera zoomed out to show someone approaching from behind. Except as they got closer, the size difference became surreal. With Trevor slightly bent over, holding onto to either side of the squat rack, his globular cheeks dwarfed the head of this mystery person, who proceeded, with some effort, to hold these massive cakes apart, revealing Trevor’s waiting hole before he nuzzled in to steadily eat him out. Their head seemed to completely disappear in the mass of Trevor’s ass, their arms splayed out to the sides, hands sinking into the underside of his muscular booty, periodically giving a slap that made his entire ass jiggle, eliciting deeper and deeper moans from the star of the show, who could be seen in the mirror dutifully stroking an unwieldy cock.

Coming up for air, covered in sweat and musk, laying their face lightly on one huge cheek, the camera zoomed out further to reveal that they were actually standing up straight. Trevor’s ass was easily six feet off the ground with his gargantuan feet flat on the floor. As the camera panned up, Trevor stood, and stood, and stood, impossibly tall, turning to the viewer with that winning, blissful smile, half his face covered in what looked like a gallon of his own cum.

“Great job, today,” he said with a wink. “See ya next week.”

[sickenoughsteve]

Beef, Bars, and Banter: Navigating the Drake vs. Kendrick Feud and the Hilarity Ensuing

When I first came across Pop Base’s prompt to write something for their newsletter based on modern-day pop culture, like Drake, I wanted to hire a ghostwriter. 

Allegedly! Anyway…

I went to ChatGPT to see if I could streamline the process and create something funny, witty, and on-trend without spending too much time. It didn’t work at all. What came out (with specific prompts, even) was incredibly corny and very clearly written by AI. This is why we need REAL writers to be compensated fairly and given the correct resources to entertain and inform us properly.

Anyway, that’s my little rant on writing. But let’s go back to Drake. Right now, this man is getting cooked by the entire industry, yet it seems he’s holding his own? Whether our favorite cornball, who everyone admits is actually somewhat appealing in a way none of us can explain, is your favorite, or if you like the Pulitzer Prize winner, Kendrick, you must tip your hat to the revival of beef in the rap game.

This is fun!

I mean, The Weeknd is out here singing sultry diss bars, Future is butt-hurt for what seems to be the first time ever, Metro Boomin is catching strays simply because he’s good at making beats but doesn’t rap, Rick Ross is on IG calling Drake “whiteboy”, J Cole avoided a massacre but might have lost some respect in the process, Pusha T is somewhere saying “I told you so,” Kanye is continuing to be his same insane self… even Quavo and Chris Brown are getting intensely and perhaps almost violently disrespectful on the undercard for this headliner beef.

That said, rather than diving into this beef from all angles, I want to acknowledge that this is a lot of information to digest, and many battles are going on in this war. That’s why I will do my very best to give a bird’s-eye view of this whole situation and see if this perspective can help all of us enjoy it for what it is. Not necessarily to tell you who to “support” but rather to recognize that negativity might save us in 2024.

We’re missing pop culture events that unite and get us all thinking about the same things. That’s where I believe Kendrick and Drake are doing a massive service to hip-hop. Putting it all on the line gives us something great to sink our teeth into. I, for one, love it.

So, as far as comparing this beef to past beefs, I remember in middle school, hearing Nas on ‘Ether.’ It rocked my world. I was raised on Nas and thought of him as the ultimate rapper. A rapper’s rapper. Instantaneously upon hearing “Fuck Jay Z” several times in succession on the song, I became a bonafide 100% Jay Z hater.

Did I have a problem with Jay? Not really. He was a star. I liked his music and had absolutely no issues with him. But not anymore! Nas had set the stage for me to learn as much as possible about Jay Z and become skeptical of everything about him.

This time around, the same feeling is back. However, it’s even weirder because the internet is out here internetting. Drake has a team of social media people who ensure he has the best and most impactful content strategy any rapper in a beef could ask for.

The internet is all about timing and trolling. Drake and his team are certainly better equipped there. And it’s showing to be necessary. However, one could argue if the bars are all that matters, Kendrick might have him beat there. Hence, the need for Drake to win these small battles on social media.

I think the best thing about beef between world-class musicians is that we are instantaneously reminded that everybody is insecure and we all make mistakes. The goal of beef is to expose those missteps and air out those insecurities. Before, I never would have guessed Drake had a BBL, fake abs, and other body modifications. Does that make me hate him? Not really. Does it even bother me? No. Does it make me think he’s very weird? Hell yeah.

In this politically correct world, toxic masculinity makes a resounding comeback whenever rap beef is declared. That’s probably the most upsetting thing about this all, but at the same time, let me reiterate that it’s fun. In a world of Israel and Palestine headlines, one of the most significant elections of our history, climate issues, and other general sad, sad truths, this is something we quite certainly NEED.

Silly bullying.

Drake making fun of Kendrick’s shoe size is, frankly, hilarious. I don’t care at all that Kendrick is short. Why would I? It doesn’t matter one bit. But if you put it on a song, it’s GOING to be funny. But of course, he refers to him as “midget” a few too many times for our PC culture to be happy with him. I found this most interesting when stepping back and thinking about it all. To come across as “real” also means NOT being politically correct.

Drake came for Kendrick for making music with Taylor Swift. Meanwhile, he’s in a commercial singing and dancing to Taylor. Is working with one of the biggest stars of all time something you should be ashamed of? Clearly not. But it’s not manly. So we have to be embarrassed by it. Beef is confusing in 2024; that’s all I’m saying.

And Kendrick isn’t guilt-free, either. He told Drake he doesn’t like it when he says the N-word. Of course, Drake has a black father but was primarily raised by his white mother. Now, he must feel bad about using our culture’s most controversial word. Of course, there’s a lot a sociology professor could unpack about why this is wrong, but in rap beef, it’s fair game. And it works as a way to poke holes in Drizzy's entire being! So it plays.

Another thing. Before we had Rap Genius and could look up what these guys were saying, some more subtle jabs would go under the radar. But now, the whole thing—from Kendrick naming the song ‘Euphoria’ because of the HBO show Drake is a producer on—and the connection there to pedophilia to Drake calling his diss ‘Push Ups’—there’s simply lore everywhere you look.

I used to write for a company that covered Marvel/DC, comics in general, and action franchises, and the main thing I took away from it was that people love Easter Eggs. We love digging into the material and finding references to the past or things meant to not just be on the surface. That’s what we love most about rap beef - especially nowadays.

We want to make discoveries about these greats that make them less untouchable, to bring them down a peg. Interestingly, human nature is to humiliate those on top whenever possible. 

But alas.

So, whether you “don’t trust” Drake or love and agree that he’s winning this 20v1, you must admit this is “for the culture” and far from over. So buckle up; this will be a hilarious and fun ride.

[fyodior]

Hi, my favorite thigh humpers it's me 🪱 again. omg, two asks back to back? and not literally three months apart? guys therapy is working. actually, I haven't had a therapy appointment in three months! not because I don't need it but because I keep forgetting 🥰 also Flora I know you're busy and need time to go through your inbox and reply so don't worry about getting back to me!

anyways do you guys like fictional war criminals' cocks? I bet you do! (if not why tf are you on this blog 😭 ) Well boy do I have the thing for you! unhinged HC about Fyodor featuring me describing his dick at random throughout the post.

-Fyodor is a regular customer buying body butter on Etsy, his favorite scent is sweet alpha musk.

-Fyodor only uses the towels he bought at a garage sale that has like the cupid babies embroidered on them and has "Love" sewn into them.

-Fyodor calls the stem of a grape the butt plug of nature.

-Fyodor won't admit it but all he wants to do is take a warm bath, while ABBA plays in the background.

-Fyodor once kidnapped a 4-year-old during the 2011 Olympics at 8:07pm in Shanghai China. He took to a restaurant because kids under the age of 10 get to eat for free and he lost his wallet while bike riding. The kid had tons of fun and Fyodor even got her a stuffed bear from the arcade. He is now on a watchlist. Fyodor's dick is a 6.9889 inches

-Fyodor has like ten pairs of shoes and each one of them is embroidered with FBGM, or Fuck Bitches Get Money. Nikola said it was an abbreviation of a famous passage in the bible. Fyodor is an idiot lmao anyways fuck bitches get money RAHH

-Fyodor likes to eat his bread rolls as if he's a starving victorian child. Sigma doesn't know if he doesn't because it's funny or if it's a trauma response. Fyodor's dick leans about 20 degrees to the right. \

-Fyodor likes talking and strolls through parks quite often :)

-Fyodor was a head campaign manager for Obama's re-election year! he also embezzled 100,000 USD from the US government.

-Fyodor dresses up all his pets in clothes every day. and on holidays he comes up with matching outfits

-Fyodor half the time doesn't know what he's doing when he's hacking, he kinda just presses random buttons and hopes he doesn't accidentally doesn't shut down some country's water system. He's smart enough to easily learn and pick up on patterns of code but is just too lazy some days. His dick is rather skinny but he knows how to use it

-Fyodor is a fan of Kafka's work so one day he decided to read letters to Milena, Fyodor no longer believes in love because know has ever told him that "in a way, you are like poetry material; you are full of cloudy subtitles I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out." lmao he literally was so dramatic afterward. Nikola complimented his outfit and he said: "if you don't tell me I am like poetry that you're willing to spend your life figuring out then don't fucking say anything."

-Fyodor may or may not have had a bbl. his tip is a light flush pink and the base is slightly tanner than the rest of his body not by much but it's noticeable enough.

-Fyodor thought S&M by Rihanna was about getting arrested. LMAO

-Fyodor one time had to go pee so bad he used a Gatorade bottle to pee in and left it on the side of the road that said: 'for those with a piss kink'

-Fyodor has fought an 11-year-old at Mc Donalds because, in their BTS meal, they got a Namjoon photocard. (they only did the photocard thing in Korea I think)

-Fyodor ran up two flights of stairs passed out and ended up taking care of some old lady's apartment while she traveled through Europe

-Fyodor can't pronounce the word pronounced. I want his cock shoved down my throat.

-Fyodor collects stickers but doesn't know what to stick them on too so now he has two drawers of stickers. his balls are about average darker than the rest, and he's well-trimmed.

-Fyodor has thought about marrying his hat, and having sex with it! he was on acid at this time.

welp, that's all for today, sorry if this was short, and also sorry if this is like spamming? again no need to answer me right away mwah

Sincerely your one and only fuckable hat

-🪱

literally no words there is nothing i could say to make this any better im just gonna sit here and cackle thank u so much

the random descriptions of his cock thrown in genuinely kill me

[thatbitchsimone]

Is it weird that I want to gain weight??? Seems like a lot of these questions are concerned with the opposite. But honestly I don’t feel good about being so bony and tiny looking. People always think I’m 15 when I’m 21… I’m so used to eating small amounts, so I’m finding it hard to increase my intake because I get full so easily. Do you have any tips? Thanks mother thatbitchsimone <3

not weird at all. ive known a few girls that struggled with this when i was growing up and its probably been even more common lately since we are just leaving the era of a body ideal that is all about curves and and being ”slim thicc” rather than just being slim. i mean just look at the whole bbl craze.

i also 100 % understand where ur coming from with the age thing. once u enter adulthood and u start feeling that ur not a girl anymore but a woman, u will want to be viewed as a woman and desired as a woman and not as a teenage girl. like most women our age dont want to look like teens bc we have outgrown it and we are eager to finally be actual grown women and treated as such like no one wants to feel like a child in their 20s. looking younger than u are wont feel like a good thing at this age bc we have literally just left puberty lol looking younger wont rly feel like a good thing until ur like 35 bc then looking younger doesnt mean looking like a little high schooler anymore

my advice would be to start snacking a lot. that way u will eat more without having to push ur body to its limit during ur meals. dont fall into the trap of pushing urself to eat even tho u feel full and can barely get anything more down without feeling sick or like ur absolutely stuffed like u shouldnt have to make urself feel physically uncomfortable or ill. u can however eat even tho ur not hungry. just snack between meals more. its a good start and a smart option when bigger meals are harder for u to take in. another way to get around this would be to drink ur calories. dont just start gulping down a bunch of sugar packed soda tho bc we gotta remember that we are trying to be at least somewhat healthy here and not risk or increase our chances of getting ill or causing harm to the body. but maybe smoothies or stuff like starbucks type drinks or even just milk and yoghurt or stuff like that. just drinks that have calories. or just straight up drink soup lmao its liquid after all like the effect will be the same. please dont go too hard tho. please take it slow. i know ur eager to get ur weight up and want to see changes as soon as possible but u need to be patient just like ppl who try to lose weight need to be patient. u gotta be cautious and not get carried away.