#chub-o-ween

[gluttonygirls]

The chub-o-ween thing sounds interesting! What character are you thinking of doing for it?

Down for anyone.

And they can be stand-alone stuff, or I can do them as second person stories if you want!

[chubby-derek-and-friends]

CHUB-O-WEEN DICE CHALLENGE 2020

Roll a D12 and get prompts for Costume, Situation, and Amount of Weight Gained!

Costumes:

Chef (Feeder)

Witch/Wizard (Feeder)

Frat Boy (Feedee)

Superhero (Feedee)

Supervillain (Feeder)

Horror Movie Villain (Feeder)

Fairytale Character (Feeder/Feedee)

Jock (Feedee)

Classical/Medieval Costume (Feedee)

Video Game Character (Feedee)

Fat Suit/Sumo Costume (Feedee)

Ghost Hands/Shadow Costume (Feeder)

Situations:

Cursed Candy

Costume Becomes Real

Costume too small

Fairytale Fattening

Halloween/fall/harvest carnival

Possessed/captured by a gluttonous ghost/demon

Trapped in a haunted house

Trapped in a haunted/magical/cursed restaurant

Cursed/magic item causes weight gain

Cursed/magic game causes weight gain

Eating/drinking contest

Pumpkin/Pumpkin Spice overload

Amount of Weight Gained:

Roll a D12 and multiply the number by ten to get the amount of weight gained!

Post your stories/art on Halloween Chub-O-Ween!

[voidingintotheshout]

Feed Bag (Chub-o-Ween Prompt 6-4-1)

Feed Bag, 2020.10.06

Prompt: 6-4-1: A Horror Movie Villain (6) in a Fairytale Setting (4), Making a Guy Gain 10 Pounds (1).

Cookies. It had all started with cookies. Anything to get my blood sugar up after his feeding. After all, I was his little feed bag.

We met at a local pub, out in the wildlands on the edges of The Kingdom, a couple of months ago, when I was about ten pounds leaner. He was smoldering, dangerous. We fooled around a little bit, usually after he had been very generous with the alcohol after meeting for libations. It was after the second meeting when I invited him into my place that it started happening.

I thought I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming! I could’ve sworn though, that while I was half-asleep my boyfriend grew some fangs and started to draw blood.

It was a couple of weeks in when I started to be aware enough that I woke up in the middle of one of his feedings and he admitted it! “That’s the thing babe. I’m never going to drain so much of your blood that I’m going to kill you. You’re not gonna turn into a vampire like me, not unless you want to.“ He said smirking. “I just need to feed. It’s just the nature of this curse. What do you get out of this? A hot, well-to-do generous boyfriend who will, of course, get you anything you want as a way to get your strength up after one of my little feedings. I promise they won’t be too often.“

What can I say? I was having a dry spell. Very soon he was taking me out to the kinds of restaurants that I would never be able to afford on my own and he would order me anything on the menu. Always a lot of food with iron in it, obviously, but otherwise I could have anything I wanted. He never ate anything but I rationalized this because he had fed on me earlier so he obviously had already eaten.

Over time, I started to develop what he would call my “blood belly.“ The softer I got, the more turned on he was. He said it made my blood taste better. I don’t know, I just liked being pampered. I could just sit around, being lazy and eating whatever I wanted and he was totally fine with that, as long as I made my blood available.

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I really don’t mind. I’ve only put on a couple of pounds at this point but the high-fat diet and the constantly reduced blood flow has made me pretty lethargic lately, so I mostly just sit in bed. It occurred to me last night that I should probably tell him to maybe cut out the feedings a little bit because I’m starting to feel really out of it but, whatever. He’s going to be bringing me some great stuff from The King’s personal chef in a little while and I wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful.

[chubby-derek-and-friends]

Chub-o-ween Challenge 2020

Part 1

Derek shifted in his seat, his thumb stuck in the waistband of the costume pants he wore.

Beside him, Stiles did his best to keep his eyes on the road in front of the jeep, and off of the way Derek’s “Prince Charming” costume was hugging every curve of his body, especially his recently softened waist and hips.

Stiles himself was dressed in a red riding hood costume. His red cloak and the red and white bustier he wore were actually much warmer than he had expected them to be, but then again the costume shop they had rented from promised quality. Stiles couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers along the fur-trimmed cloak again to feel how soft it was.

Derek gave a little grunt as he adjusted himself in the seat again.

“You know, you could have been the Big Bad Wolf. ‘Lot less clothing involved,” Stiles chided Derek.

“I wasn’t about to wear a fur loincloth to Lydia’s party,” Derek growled in reply.

Stiles snorted. “Spoilsport.”

“Besides,” Derek continued, “you were the one who said I had to put my ‘Disney Prince Hair’ to good use.”

Stiles smiled. He had said that. And the way Derek had practically preened at the comment had made Stiles feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Maybe...but I also said you needed to go try on costumes before they ran out.” Stiles raised his hand off the shifter and poked Derek’s belly, which was tightly wrapped in the high-waisted pants he wore.

Derek grunted and batted Stiles’s hand away. “S’not my fault someone keeps stocking the cabinets with my favorites cookies and snacks.”

“Uh huh...sure,” Stiles retorted, “And whose fault is it that I have to go shopping for said snacks at least twice a week to keep stocked?”

Derek pouted. “You said you liked a man with a healthy appetite.”

Stiles took his eyes off the road and leaned into Derek’s space. “You know I do. I love my big, cuddly wolf.” He brushed his cheek against Derek’s.

Derek pushed him away playfully. “Stop that. You’ll get rouge on my costume. And watch the road.” But his smile belied his sharp words.

Stiles smirked to himself and turned back to the road, just in time to see a neon sign pop up out of the darkness. “Royal Diner,” he read. “Is that new?”

“Don’t know” Derek grunted as the two of them looked over at the building. It had an old fifties diner vibe, but was shiny and clean like it had just been built.

“I don’t remember hearing about any new restaurants being built,” Stiles said.

Derek’s stomach gave a audible growl. “I wonder how the food is?” He mumbled.

Stiles opened his mouth to make a smart reply but was cut off when the jeep suddenly groaned and sputtered. “What the hell?” He said.

The sputtering continued as Stiles felt the gas pedal become less and less responsive. The jeep slowed its forward movement and Stiles just managed to steer it to the side of the road as the engine gave a final cough and died.

“What the hell!” Stiles repeated, twisting the keys and trying to restart the jeep, but the engine only gurgled and coughed without turning over.

“I thought you said you’d had this thing checked!” Derek growled.

“I did!” Stiles protested. He was about to hop out of the door when Derek put a hand on his arm.

“Don’t. You’ll get grease all over your costume.”

Stiles looked down, then slumped back into his seat, defeated.

“We’ll call a tow, then. And maybe someone can give us a ride to the party.” Derek suggested.

“Pffft, fat chance!” Stiles countered, “Everyone was at Lydia’s an hour ago. They’re all probably at least two wolfsbeers deep by now is not more.”

Derek grit his teeth for a moment in frustration. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by another audible groan from his stomach.

Stiles smirked. “Sheesh. Hungry, big guy?”

Derek pouted and rubbed his stomach. “I haven’t eaten today,” he countered, “I wanted to make sure I fit into this damn thing.”

Stiles’s smirk became a more genuine smile. “Aww, Der…”

The older man blushed slightly.

“Well, maybe we can wait for the tow truck at the diner?” Stiles suggested.

The two of them twisted to look back at the lot up restaurant they had barely passed. It’s interior looked warm and inviting, and it seemed to have a pretty good crowd of people inside despite it being Halloween night.

Something seemed just a little bit off to them...but neither could put their finger on why. In the end, Derek’s hunger was the deciding vote. They piled out of the jeep and trekked back to the Royal Diner.

To be continued...

[voidingintotheshout]

Halloween Writing Challenge!

Recently, Chubby-Derek-and-Friends on Tumblr posted a gainer-themed writing challenge called the Chub-o-Ween D12 Dice challenge. I decided the make my own for general Halloween stories. Here’s how it works: using a 12-sided dice (a D12), roll once to find the identity of a major character in your story, and roll it a second time to find the setting for the story. Enjoy

Costumes/Characters:

1. Trick or Treater 2. Witch/Wizard 3. Intense Trump or Bernie Supporter 4. Superhero 5. Supervilliain 6. Horror Movie Villain 7. Fairytale Character 8. Vampire, Werewolf or Changeling 9. Classical Era/Medieval Costume 10. Childhood Friend/Family Member 11. LGBTQ Character / Hero 12. Ghost/Shadow Creature

Situations:

1. Halloween Night 2. Fall/Harvest Festival 3. Possessed/ Captured by a Ghost/Demon 4. Trapped in a Haunted/Abandoned House 5. Cursed/Magical Item/Game 6. Pumpkins/Pumpkin Spice (Excessive Amount? Manifesting Itself?) 7. Hayride or Corn maze (Gone Wrong?) 8. Cursed Candy 9. Costume Becomes Real 10. Costume too small 11. The Beginning of a romance/friendship 12. Become a Character in a Story/Novel/Movie/TV Show You Like