#beefro weeps

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I just saw gladiator 2

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PEDRO BABY YOU LOOKIN THICC AND FINE AS HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

SHOW US THAT TUMMY BABY

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BB, you already know how much of a slut I am for our sweet Chubby!Frankie. So much so that I reached out to an extremely talented artist, @pubblywub, to commission some doodles of our big boy with a generic female Reader.

Aren't they darling?! 😭😭 Your take on all the P-Boys brings so much joy to my day, so I wanted to share these with you and my fellow THOTs as a token of thirst and friendship. 💜

Thank you BB and @pubblywub for all that you do!

Lovey... 😭 I am a wreck over these!

THESE ARE AMAZING!😭THANK YOU!

HOW CUTE ARE THEY???????

I totally see Frankie and Mouse in these and they have me in a chokehold.

thank you thank you thank you @thehalflifeofloveisforever!!!! On a scale of 1 to even, I CAN'T! 😭🥹😍💜

and thank you @pubblywub for capturing our fav chubby guy!

Thank-you-for-being-a-friend regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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🥵🥵🥵🥵

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beefro how have I just now found you? you speak to my soul… and to other places.

here’s something for the thot tank:

joel pulls out and drops to his knees over your body. before he can make it all the way down to you, he grunts and lets his jaw slack as his stomach tightens. suddenly, his cum is slipping past your lips, falling into your mouth from his weeping head. “s’good girl. always open for me.” he half-whispers as he guides himself closer to your face, his stomach above you, sweating and falling in and out from his deep breathing…

basically joel sitting on/above your face and his belly is above you so roundddd n soft. but of course he likes to be the big, bad, guy, so he’s a lil excited about being on top, shoving himself down your throat.

if you ever wanna write a lil something together, I think we would kill it + I would be honored 🥹🤍

- @pascalsbby

Scorpy... I'm suddenly very... hot...

...yes... let's talk... 🥵😭🫠

We're-all-in-this-together regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Idk why but the first thots that came to mind adds Mall Food thots. Like the pretzel kiosks that sell warm pretzels, salty and savory with cheese dipping sauce. You sit at a little two person table in the corner of one of the many mall hallways, breaking off pieces of the pretzel and feeding it to chubby!Dave. Maybe when he's much bigger and (if you wanted to explore more) enjoying his subby side more. **Though it could be any pboy, including Joel pre-outbreak.** Maybe you have him save the table and wait in line, looking at the list of treats he wanted like a classic pretzel (or three), cinnamon sugar pretzel bites, and a milkshake or slushie. When you get to the counter and start ordering the cashier asks "Oh this is for a party? We can do a party box if you give us a half hour. It'll take longer but it's cheaper, you get more food, and a free T-shirt." You agree and pay. "I'll take a medium". You go back to Dave and tell him it'll be a bit of a wait so you go shopping. Then later ... you come back and Dave eats most of the food at the mall. submitted by @neverwheremoonchild

🍿 Another mall thot. You go on a couples date with Dave York after having another baby (first time out of the house in a while) to the movies at the shopping mall. Dave gets a ton of snacks and food, even a beer. You literally just get a cup of ice but then nibble on some of Dave's nachos and popcorn. After he's eaten a ton of his food and is just laying in the chair watching the movie and in a comatose state from the delicious snacks, you get up to go to the bathroom and get a small soda. The cashier flirts with you at concessions and gives you a free large popcorn with your drink after you mention to them you've had three kids. They claim there's no way, that you look way too amazing while keeping their eyes on your breasts when you say thank you and leave for the dark theater. You're feeling good about yourself and sexy (it's fiction so why not) and you move Dave's popcorn bucket on top of your head and silently thank your husband for getting seats in the way back. You go to town and slurp super loudly on his member during the loud action scenes, stroking him and eventually riding on top during all the others. submitted by @neverwheremoonchild

Mall pretzels slap, Nevy...

And are you kidding me with this delicious synopsis? YOU MEAN YOU WROTE THIS FOR ME WHEN YOU GAVE US SUBBY CHUBBY JOEL???

I'm honored 🤗

and horny.

and my other WIP's will be weeping when I break the news to them.

BUT OH WELL!

I-think-we're-alone-now regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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BEEFRO! Beefro, Beefro, Beefro…

How can you ask what fic of yours is my favorite when all of them are so delicious?

I have to admit, though, “On the Waterfront” has its thick juicy thighs squeezing my head like a watermelon and I’m just grateful. I’m obsessed with this story, and just so you know I’m almost never obsessed with the story with a smaller amount of smut (horny bitch over here, sorry). But your idea and the way you characterized everyone just makes me WEEP. It is so so good, I can’t wait for more.

Surprisingly, the second place in my heart is owned by Dieter & His Cookie. I hope we’ll see more of them 🫠🥵

Thank you for your talent ❤️🥜

I be shook, Saddie!

I am legit shooketh by this.... high praise coming from you!

This is not what I thought I would find in my inbox after reblogging that post, but oh my! I pray I never fail you, or any of the Friendos for that matter, and you keep finding something to come back for.

T H A N K Y O U 😭💜🥩

And-so-today-my-world-it-smiles regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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how dare you.

i want it.

Also on the subject of werewolf!Frankie: Frankie as an alpha wolf type.

Not the "blah blah toxic masculinity" type of alpha, but the true kind. The kind who needs to take care of his loved ones. Especially you.

Need a bandaid? He's got one. Food? He pulls a granola bar out of his pocket. Water? Done. The man loves cargo pants cause of all the Storage Potential.

This 1000% extends to your emotional needs too. Just like canines, he can sense your emotional state. He knows when you're upset and when you need comfort. His hearing and sense of smell are heightened too, so he can hear if you're trying to hide tears from him.

This often leads to a soft "how can I help?" Whether you need cuddles, some food, a comfort object, or just reassurance, he's got it all handy or has no problem getting it for you. If you need held, he'll curl up around you as best as he can; doing everything in his power to protect you from the world.

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UPSETTINGLY HANDSOME. THAT'S IT. THAT'S THE POST.

Pedro Pascal - Disney Gallery: The Mandalorian S01E03

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IM THROWIN MYSELF IN THE TRASH.

in the sinbin I go.

Pedro at SNL tonight

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Join me in sin!

please… more please.

It's too early for this...

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader (no use of Y/N & no physical descriptions) Word Count: 996 Warnings: 18+ this is just pure smut - barely read through and posted Summary: do we even need one? click here for the post that launched a thousand thots this morning

A/N: so, @secretelephanttattoo tagged me, amongst others, on this reblog of this early morning thot from @intheorangebedroom and at 5am, after reading that I was not going back to sleep. This is just smut, I don't even know if it's any good - it likely won't ever appear on any master list, so catch it while it's around lol (cc: @rhoorl, @legendary-pink-dot, @for-a-longlongtime & @goodwithcheese because you've been bringing the Frankie thots and I'm just a good fluffy girl who has been corrup- *cackles* even I can't keep a straight face at that bold-faced lie)

Your knees still stung from where you’d dropped to the floor the moment the door had shut behind you and Frankie. They’d be bruised tomorrow morning. The tip he’d thrown the driver of the taxi had been a testament to the almost pornographic sounds the two of you had made in the back seat. 

You were pretty sure your panties were on that poor man’s backseat floor too. 

However, your thoughts now were too encompassed with the man before you to worry about any possible embarrassment. Frankie’s back was against the door, your hands running up his thighs you looked up and in the dim moonlight that lit the hallway, you locked eyes as you reached for his belt buckle. 

In a very practiced move, you had both the belt off of him and his jeans undone in record time. The only sounds filling the small space were your combined laboured breathing and hurried hands trying to free him from the confines of the boxer briefs he was cursing for choosing to wear.

The moment he was free you sucked in your breath, it was a wide-eyed sight no matter how many times you’d seen it. Already hard, it sprung from its confines thick and glistening with precum. You couldn't resist the urge to run your thumb over the head and his hips bucked forward in response.

Squeezing his thighs, you brought his attention back to you, locking eyes once more you licked your lips and ignoring the harshness of the floor on your knees you parted your lips and took his tip into your mouth.

The moan he let out broke the quietness as you teased him with your tongue, but it was no match for the guttural groan that came when your mouth slid further down his length. Your eyes still on him you didn't miss the way his lips parted and his breathing grew heavier.

The taste of him on your tongue was enough to entice you to take him further and you hummed around him in appreciation of the stretch your mouth made to accommodate him, the vibration sent shivers through his body. With both hands on his thighs to keep you steady, your tongue flat, further he went until you felt him hit the roof of your mouth.

You paused, breathing through your nose to compose yourself, his hand reached out for your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. You groaned around him as your hands snaked up to his hips for support. Further slick with your saliva he slid deeper still, stretching your mouth even more and you took him until you felt him hit the back of your throat.

Your mouth begged for more of him, while your throat felt like it was going to give out at any moment. You felt your eyes stung at the sensation and didn't realize you'd let out a tear until you felt Frankie brush it away.

Running his hand over your hair to settle at the back of your neck again, he pulled out, spit glistening over the half-length of him you'd managed to take in as he readjusted. His other hand you brought to your mouth, a kiss to the centre of his palm, before your tongue ran up the length of his middle finger where you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked it in, letting it go with a wet pop.

Lust shone in his dark brown eyes as you brought your hand to your mouth and ran your tongue over your palm. You attempted to take hold of him in one hand, your fingers barely touching as they circled him, your spit helping the twist and pull as you readied yourself to take him back into your mouth.

He was big, but not so big that you couldn't handle it. Gagging at the tip you relaxed before taking him further this time until he hit the back of your throat again, your hand continuing to massage the base of his cock.

He groaned his approval, but you didn’t have time to savour the sound as he thrust into you, your head bobbing up and down as he fed you his length. Whimpering as the tip of him hit the back of your throat you tried to relax, taking what he offered you as you breathed through your nose.

Frankie's hand at the back of your neck tightened as he bucked into you, his grunts and growls syncing with the wet sounds you made as he thrust in and out of you. The sensation of him on your tongue was almost too much, the way he shuddered and moaned above you.

He began to thrust faster, harder, his cock hitting against the back of your throat, threatening to make you gag with each press. You kept up with each push, your fingers digging into his thighs as he moved more quickly and fiercely. By morning, your knees wouldn't be the only parts of your body that would be bruised.

He pushed deeper into you one last time before his grip on the back of your neck tightened and his breathing came out in harsh pants as he came onto your tongue with a guttural groan that made your core tighten looking for its own release.

You swallowed around him, licking him clean as he slipped from your lips.

“Fuck.” He whispered, his head falling back against the door as he took a moment to catch his breath, his hand coming up to run over his face. 

Your eyes flicked up to watch him, his breathing was laboured, chest rising and falling as fast as you thought yours was. It was a brief moment of calm before Frankie dropped to the floor on his knees, and before you could react, your body was on the floor, Frankie over you, his lips on yours and your hands wrapped in the hair at the nape of his neck.

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*offputting beefro flute soloing in the distance*

I’m legit okay. I swearzies. Okay? I’m fine! 🪈🥵😭🥩

*weeps into a kfc napkin behind a dumpster*

It’s literally the same picture

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Thank you, Gwenny!

I’m just a beef who likes to write. Thank you for the love #beefro-weeps

BB, I am on death's doorstep over this man's tummy in that visibly too-small tac vest. Look at it. LOOK AT THAT SQUISHY BELLY! 😭💀

So this got me thinking...what if Mouse comes across the tac vest one day while she and Frankie are in the middle of a decluttering weekend? She stashes it away for safekeeping with a mischievous smirk.

Later that night, after Frankie's had his fill of their favorite takeout, Mouse brings out the vest and asks him to try it on. "Please, Frankie Baby? I wanna see how it looks on you. 🥺"

Frankie looks reluctant...the vest was already on the snug side the last time he wore it in Colombia, and he's grown in more ways than one since that dark time. And Mouse? Well, Mouse KNOWS the vest isn't gonna fit. She's not even sure it's gonna close over his round belly...especially with all the indulging he did at dinner.

But sweet baby Frankie is not one to deny his Mouse anything. Right, BB??

Lovey - you know I got you!

HELL YEAH. YES. WE NEED TO SEE IT ON HIM. and we get out wish.

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Frankie Takes a Trip Down Memory Lane

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mouse finds some old relics and Frankie puts on a show.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,722

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, weight talk, food talk, belly worship, bely rubs, size kink, unprotected p in the v sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy, kids!), v-fingering, dirty talk, the usual Frankie & Mouse shenanigans

Author's Notes: Thank you @thehalflifeofloveisforever - not only did you gift the amazing art of Frankie, you also stuck it out at the first beefro @ the Movies and listened to my unhinged thirsting for Frankie on screen. Thank you for being a Friendo and this one is for you!

And thanks to my lovely Beta Fish @neverwheremoonchild for doing what they do best 💜

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When you and Frankie moved in together, you’d rented a storage locker for all you stuff that didn’t quite fit in your first apartment. But even after moving into your house, neither of you really gave that storage locker much thought outside of grabbing the Christmas decorations each late fall and retiring them in January.

But you’d had enough of that monthly charge on your credit card getting a little higher over time and that was why you were now sitting on a box, sorting through your and Frankie’s separate histories. Frankie was at work, and you’d agreed to not dispose of his stuff – just to bring it home and let him deal with it - you’d managed to sift and sort through all of your boxes, filling up the back of the rented cube van. There was one thing left in the locker and it was a large, metal chest containing Frankie’s military gear.

He hadn’t hidden his past from you and had even shown you what he had in the chest when it was being stored. You opened it and pulled some of the clothing and gear out, smiling at how small it looked. The clothing and gear were from when Frankie was a much, much thinner man, easily less than half his current size. You then pulled an envelope out and opened it, revealing some pictures of Frankie with Santi, Will and Benny. Even though you knew it was him, it still didn’t feel real that the lanky, broad shouldered, baby face smiling in the photographs was now the big bellied, sweet, chubby Frankie that you loved so much.

A devious grin crossed your face as a thought entered your mind. The clothing and gear in the chest would have been bigger on you, but you were absolutely certain that Frankie would be hard pressed to even get the vest around his chest, let alone his belly…

*****

Frankie stood up from the table after devouring his dinner. His stomach was big and round, projecting out and side to side and he huffed as he stood to his full height with his back arched to accommodate the weight he’d packed into himself.

“You ate well…”, you cooed, patting his belly.

He’d been eating really well as of late, his tummy becoming more prominent. He also now needed bigger portions to get full, and you had been more than happy to oblige him. He’d told you last week that he’d had to size up his coveralls again, and when you asked him to bring home his old ones and show you, the sight of him standing before you with his empty belly and chubby love handles stopping the zipper from closing left you a whining mess, begging him to fuck you.

“Yeah… getting pretty big.”, he smiled back, slapping his belly. The dull thud noise it made from being so full was music to your ears. But it did give you pause.

He’d mentioned a few times how big he felt, how big he was getting, and you weren’t sure if this was still what he wanted. He never expressed frustration or discomfort, but there was an air of something in his comments.

“You still happy?”, you asked softly, your hand sliding down and rubbing his underbelly, feeling how heavy his tummy was. “Still happy with this belly?”

He looked at you, his hand finding yours, and nodded with a little bit of nervousness. “Yeah… think I’m where I wanna be… here… not any bigger though; it’s getting kinda hard working on big rigs when I’m just as… big.”, he chuckled at his last statement, then his voice went quiet. “Is that… okay?”

“Yeah, honey… totally fine.”, you smiled, standing on your tip toes and kissing him. “I love you and want you to be happy… and if that means this – “, you said giving his belly a squeeze. “- stays like this? I’m happy.”

He kissed you back sweetly and moved to the couch while you cleaned up after dinner.

*****

After the final pan was washed, dried and put away, you walked into the den to find Frankie laid back and snacking on some snack cakes that you didn’t even realize he’d grabbed enroute to the couch.

His eyes turned to you, and a bashful grin appeared on his face as he swallowed.

“Hey princess… just having a snack.”

You huffed a laugh and walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and rubbing his belly. Even as he was laid down, his tummy felt firm and full under a layer of softness, and it protruded up from his body.

He hummed in contentment as his hand interlaced his fingers with yours, pulling your hand to his mouth and kissing it.

He looked up at you and smiled. “I meant to ask: how’d you fare with the storage locker?“

“Oh, it’s done. I conquered that shit like a pro.” You gave him your best Rosie the Riveter pose.

“Hey! Good girl!” Frankie beamed up at you. “And my stuff?”

“All your stuff remained intact and it’s in the garage…”, you stated, then your voice dipped into a low, sultry tone as your fingers walked up his hefty tummy.  “… except a few things I brought inside… for you to try… on.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows raised and he lowered the footrest. He huffed as he sat up and his belly pushed his thighs open, and he leaned forward, hands on his knees.

“What you got for me, princess?”

“Just stay there… I’ll be right back.”, you chirped as you skipped down the hallway to your bedroom.

When you emerged back in the den, Frankie looked up and his jaw dropped. There you were, in the black bra and pantie lingerie set he’d picked up for your last birthday, your platform heeled combat boots and his tactical vest.

“Oh fuck…”, Frankie groaned, reaching under his belly and palming his crotch. “You know what you’re doing, princess?”

“You like it?”, you tried your hand a pin up pose.

He held his hand out to you. “Come here, princess.”

You grinned wryly at him and took a step back.

He shook his head, keeping firm eye contact, and he growled, “No… don’t you dare. You wanna dress like a soldier, princess, you take orders like one.”

You eyed him again, gauging if it would be worth it for you to make him chase you. He narrowed his eyes at you, and leaned forward a bit further, like he was readying himself to get up.

“Don’t do it, princess. Get over here and fall in fucking line. Now.”

“Sir. Yes, sir.”, you purred as you walked towards him, swaying your hips, and took his hand.

Frankie smugly grinned and tugged you on him; you squeaked and hitched your knee on the arm rest and stood, straddling his thigh.

“Good girl…”, he crooned as his hand not holding yours reached between your legs and stroked your clothed folds, and you sucked in a breath.

 “You look good in my vest, princess… it’s a little big on you, but you look fucking hot…”

“Want you to put it on… wanna see it on you… please Frankie…”, you whined, rocking your hips against his hand.

He huffed a chuckle and smiled. “Mouse baby, you’ve ensured I can’t fit into anything I wore last year, let alone shit I wore in the military.”

“I know… that’s the point.”, you panted, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand between your thighs. “Wanna see you try… wanna see all my hard work… please, Frankie baby.”

Frankie’s face slacked and he let out soft groan at your words and your palm coming down to the front of his full belly and firmly patting and caressing him.  

“There were pictures in with your tac vest, Frankie… you were so skinny… but look at you now… you got big, baby… twice the man you used to be… eating well… getting big… getting round… making your belly heavy and full… look so good like this… but I gotta see it, baby… gotta see you get this vest on you…”

His hazy eyes looked at you as he panted slightly. He nodded dumbly, licked his lips, and hoarsely replied, “Yeah, princess… that what you want?”

You nod and grin mischievously. “Yeah, baby… wanna see you in this – “, you shimmied your chest to highlight the vest, “- so we can have a comparison.”

A smile crept across Frankie’s face; he gently pushed you back and hoisted himself off the couch and stood up. Even with the platform combat boots, he stood a head above you.  

He hooked his fingers in the arm holes of the vest and pulled you towards him slowly.

“Looks like it might be a little small, princess.”, he grinned. “Anything you want me to try and get on with it?”

Your hand snakes down his front and you gently gripped his almost-hard cock through his jeans. “It’s laid out in the bedroom for you…”

You tugged his cock and he grunted. “Don’t tease… Gimme the vest, Mouse…”

You let go of him and undid the vest, removed it and handed it to him. He watched your every move and made a low whistle at you standing before him in nothing but your lace lingerie and boots.

He took one last look then walked down the hall to your bedroom.

*****

You sat on the couch, curled up in the corner where Frankie previously sat, playing on your phone while you waited for Frankie. You heard some grunting and swearing coming from your bedroom, and you looked up, trying to see down the hallway.

“You need help, honey?”, you called out.

“Close your eyes, princess!”, he called back.

You did as requested, and you heard the bedroom door open, then heard Frankie lumber down the hallway towards you.

You knew he stood in front of you, not only from his footsteps creaking the floor, but you also could hear the fabric he was wearing creaking and stretching over his body.

He was breathing heavier, like getting the clothing on was strenuous but you could hear his smile when he spoke next, his voice deep.

“Open your eyes, princess.”

The sight before you was everything you had hoped it would be. Frankie stood with his legs wide, as if standing at ease, his cargo khaki pants pulled up but tight on his thighs and undone, and his faded red t-shirt pulled tight across his chest and shoulders and unable to go down any further than that. His round, fully belly prominently sticking out, preventing both the shirt and pants from being able to meet and sit where intended. His old Standard Oil trucker hat was on his head with his aviator sunglasses on his face.

You noted the tac vest was not on him but hanging at his side. He saw you look at it and he sucked in a breath and held it up in one hand as his other slapped his belly.

“The vest ain’t gonna fit, princess… sorry baby… you fed me way too good.”, he chuckled as you got up from the couch and walked towards him.

“I’ll help.”, you cooed, taking the vest from him as you both had stupid grins on your faces.

You helped him get the over his head and one arm through, but getting the side done up was a struggle.

“Frankie… did this ever fit you?”, you giggled as you tried to tug the sides together.

“Well… ooof! … yeah… but the last time I tried when we moved in together, it was – hmph! – getting a bit tight…”, he grunted as he tried to suck in his belly to to avail, then he laughed, and his tummy bounced. “Look what you’ve done to me!”

Your giggles continued as you finally got one of the clips to close, right under his armpit.

“Hey! We got one!”, you chirped, and Frankie laughed.

“Jesus, it’s tight!”, he huffed out with a smile.

You stood back and took in all that was Frankie. “God dammit…”, you breathed as you looked over his big form. “Look fucking good, Morales…”

“I look like an overstuffed sausage shoved in a shrunken leather glove – “

“Don’t… baby, don’t do that…”, your hand cupped his cheek and turned his face to yours, and the other caressed his chubby waist. “You look like a man who’s served his country and is now enjoying life with a woman who loves every pound, every ounce of you.”

“Fuck, you’re good.”, he said with a lopsided grin. “I love you so much… I’m a lucky bastard.”

“I love you, too.”

He leaned down and kissed you, then pulled away with his eyes and smile wide.

“Take a picture! Mouse! Get your phone and take a picture!”, he excitedly said.

You giggled, grabbing your phone. Frankie posed as though nothing was amiss with his outfit and then you got an idea. You grabbed o w of the photograph of Frankie wearing the exact outfit he was in and gave it to him, giggling.

“Hold it up. I’ll get a ‘before and after’ picture!”

He looked at the photo then smiled and held it up, and you got a shot of him, twin smiles almost a decade apart.

The size difference shot a hot spike in your core, and you clenched your thighs. It didn’t go unnoticed by Frankie, and his smile slid into a devilish grin. He took your phone to have a look; you thought he was texting the photo to himself.

“You like what you see, princess?” He began moving towards you. “Like seeing how big you got me?”

“Yeah… baby, yeah, I do.”, you almost panted, nodding as he stood less than a foot from you.

“Tell me how it makes you feel to see me like this- “,  he grabs your hand pushes it against his belly, shaking it and making you feel the weight of him, “- to know this is all your handiwork.”

You let out a breathy whimper from your parted, pouted lips.

“Tell me, princess, how it feels to know you’re making me outgrow all my clothes so fast.”

“Frankie…”, you whimpered in a whisper, realizing he was backing you slowly towards the couch.

“Yeah, princess? You wanna tell me how much you like knowing how much bigger I am than you? That why you keep me well fed?”

The back of your knees hit the couch and you fell back with a squeak and Frankie stood over you between your parted knees. He reached under his arm and undid the vest, pulling it off and tossing it to the side.

He bent down and slid his hand between your thighs, pushing your lace thing to the side and feeling how slick you were.

“So fucking wet for me… my kinky baby… my princess gets wet from getting me fat.”, he smugly cooed. He kept eye contact with you as you breathed in and opened your mouth, eyes trying not to roll back. You could feel your cunt gushing again with the way he spoke to and looked at you.

“And my princess likes being called out for making me big… I can feel you getting wetter… pretty little pussy’s just fluttering and clenching on nothing but the hope this fat guy’s gonna fuck you stupid, huh?”

Your eyes widened and before you could respond, he pushed two thick fingers into your core. You gasped and grabbed his arm as his other hand played on the headrest of the couch beside your head.

“Fuck, Mouse… so fucking wet… baby, so tight… love this pussy… love my pussy… so fucking warm and wet…”, he murmured as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.  The sounds coming from your mouth and count were like music to him; your whimpers, gasps and cries juxtaposed to the wet, slick and obscene sounds he was pulling from your core.

“Frankie! … please… please baby… please I need… I want you on me… wanna – fuck! – wanna feel how heavy you are… please… please fuck me!”

 He smiled and kept fucking you with his fingers. “Princess, you're so sneaky. You've got everybody fooled."

You looked up at him, panting and confused. "What...what do you mean, Frankie?" 

“People take one look at me and assume I'm a greedy, fat guy. But YOU'RE the greedy one, baby.”, he growled, circling his thumb on your clit, increasing the speed of his fingers. “You can't get enough of this belly, can you? Never gonna get your fill? You fucking love it when people ask you what you're feeding me. You think you do a good job of hiding it, but I know, Princess. I know."

Words failed you as the coil in your lower belly snapped and you came hard on his fingers, a wet patch now on the couch under you.

“Good girl…”, he groaned as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “I could tell everyone I got fat on your sweet pussy, and they’d believe me.”

He grinned and leaned down, catching your lips in a fevered kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and your arms wrapped around his neck, and moaned into his mouth, “Please, Frankie…”

He pulled back and you both tugged and pulled at the too-tight khakis and his boxers to free his aching cock. You then removed your panties, and he pushed you to lay across the couch as you frantically kissed one another. He sat up on his knees and gripped your knee, pulling your hips towards him, and he lined himself up with you and pushed in, leaning over you. Both of you let out a gasp as his hand found yours and interlaced, and you assumed Frankie was going to make love to you.

You couldn’t have been more wrong. What you didn’t realize was how riled up Frankie really was at your confirmation that you loved what you’d done to him. You’d made him bigger, softer, heavier, bulkier – and you loved him even more for it. The idea that he, at his size and in too small clothing, made you that wet and needy… it flipped a switch in his brain and put him on auto pilot; set him on a dangerous crash trajectory to fucking you hard and fast into the couch.

He let go of your hand and when you tried to sit up to catch his mouth in a kiss, he pulled your hips towards him harshly. You fell back and he snapped his hips into yours, forcing low grunts from him and panting whines from you. He put his whole weight into his harsh thrusts, making each time his cock impaled you sting – but you didn’t care right now, he felt so good.

“Can’t even see where I’m fucking you… made me so big… can’t see your tight pussy sucking me in… but fuck… I can feel it…you like having a fat guy fuck you, princess?... that’s why you’re so fucking wet…”

You cried out as he picked up the pace and intensity. He planted a foot on the floor, giving him more power to his already heavy thrusts and causing your body to rub into the coarse fabric of the couch. You could feel the friction making your back warm, and you knew you’d feel it afterwards – but you didn’t care right now; he felt so good.

“Fr-Frankie!... baby… keep – fuck!... keep going… don’t stop… look s-so good… so big… so fucking big!”

“Yeah?... that’s why your pussy’s holding on so hard… fuck… feels so good, Mouse… look so beautiful, baby… fucking small under me…”, he grunted, feeling your cunt start to spasm, knowing you were close. He released one of your knees, brought his thumb to his mouth and coated it in his spit, then brought it to your swollen clit and rubbed circles. “Come on, princess… come for me… come on… lemme feel it…”

Your body reacted quickly, and you came hard, back arched, his name peeling from your throat.

“That’s it… good girl… good…fucking…girl!”, Frankie groaned, his own release building quickly. His thrusts fell out of rhythm and as your body started to come down, he found his end. Pounding into you in a few quick thrusts, he came, and you could feel his hot spend filling you up and seeping out of you on to the couch.

Normally, you would have stay connected for a little while longer, but Frankie’s exertion in combination with the added weight he carried with his big dinner left him needing to sit down. When he pulled out of you, you let out a soft whimper and reached for him.

“I know, princess… I know… I’m sorry… I gotta sit down…”, he panted, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it before sitting back heavily in his spot at the end of the couch. He placed his hand on your ankle and rubbed gently.

You sat up, now keenly aware of the mess under you, and crawled to his side, snuggling in. You rubbed his belly gently; he was still feeling quite full, and you knew he needed to let it settle.

The faded red t-shirt was still pulled tight across his chest, and you slipped your finger under the rolled up hem, feeling almost no give.

“How did you manage to get this on?”, you asked quietly with a smile.

Frankie wiped his forehead and chuckled. “It wasn’t easy… and I can’t imagine getting it off will be either.”

Your phone vibrated, alerting you to a text, and then a few more in rapid succession. You sat up, scanning the room and finally found your phone on the floor next to the couch. Picking it up, you unlocked it and saw your group chat with Benny, Santi, Frankie, Hannah and Will was busy reacting to something. You scrolled up in the chat and saw that Frankie had sent the comparison picture of him holding his old photo to the group from your phone.

“Frankie!”, you gasped, and he laughed beside you, reading the comments.

“Holy fuck Fish!😲😂” - Santi “Yeah… I guess Mouse is a good cook 🤣 ” - Hannah "Breaking news! Relationship weight gain is not a myth!” - Benny “MOUSE. WFT.” - Will

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