#creamed in the pounder

[sexysandwich69]

Yerbs

[columboscreens]

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Twilight Sleep

Colonel Hutcherson's blonde bombshell wife has been making waves in our small town since the moment she got off the train in a bright red pin up dress with more creamy cleavage on display than our poor farm boys had ever seen. Her sea green eyes, red lips, and shapely hips on top of the longest set of gams in stilettos to ever set foot here immediately made her gossip fodder for the bar flies and the busy bodies.

They said she couldn't buy bras off the rack because her breasts were so big. That she sent all the way to New York for her stockings. That her hair was falling out because of all the peroxide she bought to keep her hair a brilliant platinum white.

Either she already had a baby growing in that flat belly of hers when she came to town or Colonel Hutcherson put one in her right quick because it wasn't long before Ashley Hutcherson’s already obscene titties were spilling out of her tops and her belly was growing straight out like a bullet. She wore her dresses so tight the whole town knew the very day her belly button popped from an innie to an outie.

I knew Ashley, of course, because I was her OBGYN. One thing I figured out quickly is there were no thoughts behind those pretty eyes. Ashley was so dumb she could barely string a sentence together and I had to explain to her how her baby was going to come out of her tiny little fuck hole. The look of horror on her face when she realized she was going to have to push a watermelon out from between her legs was priceless.

And that was without me telling her that she had an extremely narrow pelvis and Colonel Hutcherson made such large babies his last wife had labored for 3 days to squeeze a 14 pounder out. She could barely walk for weeks and she was a regular size farm girl.

Ashley was so relieved when I told her about the miracles of twilight sleep I almost popped in my pants right there. She was delighted she’d just go to sleep and wake up with a baby, none of the mess of having to push it out. 

When the time came, Colonel Hutcherson delivered her to my home surgery when her pains were regularly five minutes apart. She was so swollen by that point she was wearing nothing but a white silk robe trimmed with lace over her shoulders. Her pretty face was screwed up in discomfort when I opened the car door to help her out.

Her eyes lit up with relief when she saw me. 

“Oh, doctor, I’m so glad to see you. I’m ready to go to sleep now. I don't like how my tummy feels. It hurts!”

She clutched my arm with one hand and her massive, straining belly with the other as we walked inside. We bid goodbye to her husband at the door and I promised to call him. Her kissed her on the cheek and told her to mind the doctor. 

She shivered when I led her into the delivery room and she spotted the steel table in the middle of the room. Her eyes went immediately to the stirrups.

“We’ll put your legs up there to help the baby come, honey, but first we have to get you ready to go to sleep.”

I coaxed her out of her robe, taking a moment to admire her dark, swollen areolas and how the baby had settled low in her elongated belly. She was so big I had to help her up on to the table. She let out a grunt of discomfort as she lay back and the full weight of her overloaded womb and her massive milk laden tits settled on her small frame.

She was pliant as I strapped her legs into the stirrups but she gasped sharply when I ran my finger through her folds. 

“Let's get you ready, Ashley.”

I didn't bother to explain what I was doing or apologize for the cold temperature of the shaving cream as I spread it over her vulva. She had just a smattering of blonde curls but I ran my razor over them anyway just to have a clean work surface.

“That's a good girl,” I reassured as Ashely moaned through a contraction while I wiped the cream and hair away. She was a groaner but she was clearly trying not to writhe too much in the stirrups.

I let her recover from the contraction while I prepared the enema supplies. When I approached her with the tip of the tube and a bit of lube, I saw fear flash across her face for the first time.

“Where's that gonna go?”

I smiled reassuringly. “We need to clean out your insides to make room for the baby.”

I slipped it in quick, shushing Ashley's yelp of protest, and allowed the warm water to start flowing. She was dumb but quickly figured out what was happening when an urgent pressure started to build in her bowels.

“Ow, ow, my belly, it's too full already! It hurts!” She rubbed the underside of her aching orb, trying to twist to the side to alleviate the pain in her gurgling gut but stopped by the straps on her ankles in the stirrups. “I feel like I need to poop, why are you doing this? Ow!”

I pressed my palm against her pelvis, rubbing firmly. She cried out in protest.

“We wouldn't want you to poop on me or your baby's head, no would we, Ashley? I can't believe you're being such a bad girl. I'm sure the Colonel told you to do as the doctor says.”

Ashley looked betrayed now, scared, in indescribable pain, exposed on a table with no way to know what was coming next or to do anything to stop it.

As if to illustrate the point a contraction gripped Ashely's roiling abdomen and she screamed, full throated, as tears streamed down her face. The agony of contracting with a full bag of warm, salty water in her ass broke any last semblance of composure and Ashley started begging me to make the pain stop.

I secured the catch bag underneath her and prepared the drugs I would need to administer twilight sleep while Ashley screamed and pleaded her way through three more contractions. I realized quickly she would need extra restraints while under because she was tossing her aching body wildly, huge tits swinging. 

When I finally removed the plug the noise the laboring woman made was so erotic I got hard instantly. It was a groan of agonized relief followed immediately by a yelp of pain when yet another contraction closed around her middle. 

Ashley was spent, legs splayed limply, her bowels empty and her ass clenching. The baby had dropped so low by this point she was starting to feel him in her aching hips. She was unimaginably full and the ordeal of the enema had taken it out of her.  After the pain passed, she gathered her composure enough to look up at me beseechingly. 

“Put me out now, please. I don’t want to hurt this bad anymore.”

I had to adjust my rock hard cocktail before moving to her side to slip my special cocktail into her IV. I stroked her face as she started blinking and nodding her head from side to side. I watched as awareness left her eyes and her mouth dropped open with a weak groan.

“Ashley?” I tapped her cheeks, moving her jaw from side to side. Her green eyes stared up without recognition. I reached down and tweaked her engorged nipple and her lips opened to emit a moan of pain.

This was my crowning, pun intended, achievement. I'd perfected a scopolamine cocktail that turns the patient’s brain to mush but leaves her aware enough to feel and respond to the pain of labor in order to be a beautiful, brain dead birthing doll for my and my patron's pleasure.

I left Ashely lying on the bed, contracting now about every three minutes and really feeling it, measuring by her noises, to make a phone call. Then I put an oxygen cannula under her nose, cleaned her up between her legs, checked her dilation, and wrapped her wrists and ankles in towels so there wouldn't be any questions about bruises. 

When John Hutcherson arrived, he looked as eager to get the night started as I was. We'd met during the war when I served as the chief medical officer of his battlefield command. We found out one pregnant local girl later that we shared some frowned upon predilections and now, ten years and a lifetime of experience later, we partake of his wealth and my medical genius as often as we can without raising suspicions.

It's John's wife so, of course, he gets to go first and however he likes. He loses his pants quickly after he walks in and sees her strapped spread eagle, her arms straight out and tied to the table and her legs secured in stirrups. She's screaming through a contraction and oblivious to our presence.

John moves on her like an animal in heat, plunging his generous, throbbing member into her exposed, dilating cunt without any preamble. She shouts as she is brutally and unexpectedly skewered on his cock while a contraction is still ripping through her. He doesn't give her even a moment before he starts pistoning in and out of her so hard her back is slapping up and down on the steel table.

Her titties bounce lewdly, slapping from side to side atop her grotesquely swollen belly, as he rails her with all his strength. I finally go up and hold Ashley’s head to keep in from hitting the table due to the force of her husband’s pounding. Her leaking green eyes are filled with fear and pain but it’s also clear the struggling woman isn’t capable of understanding what’s happening to her. Her world has narrowed to the pain and fullness in her tits, hips, and cunt, and as far as she is concerned, it’s never ending. 

Hutcherson blows his first load when she has an especially hard contraction on his cock. He lets out a surprised gasp and then he’s jerking as he’s milked by his wife’s laboring uterus. Their cries blend in the air, one of utter pain and the other of blissful pleasure. 

When he’s finally able to pull out, his flagging cock plops loose with a squelching sound. His cum mixed with blood and amniotic fluid floods out of her and on to the cloth below. 

The brutal pounding leaves Ashley listless and moaning with a little bit of drool making its way down her chin. It’s part of the beauty of the drug that even though she’s blasted out of her mind, her body is going to push the baby out no matter what. 

Over the next several hours, we take turns playing with her engorged nipples, sucking them to induce contractions. John sticks his hand up her through a couple, shivering with arousal when she cries out and tries to get away from the intrusion. Eventually her agonized sounds change to desperate screeches as transition hits and the contractions become longer and unbearable. We each dip into her a few times while she endures the most painful part of labor and both barely keep from cumming when she clamps down on our dicks and wails. 

It takes her hours to get the baby down but it’s huge in her tiny pelvis and when it gets lodged in her hips, she starts vocalizing low, loud grunts as her body tries to expel the huge head. I almost blew my load too soon when I wedged my dick up against her massive stomach and rolled her hips side to side to help urge the huge load down. 

She screamed bloody murder when it finally crowned and John held it there for a good long while, stroking her engorged clit and easing the head out so she didn’t tear. The body was huge, however, and we had to put her legs as far back as we could to help her deliver the shoulders. Her cries of pain echoed off the walls as I roughly jerked the rest of the body out of her sore cunny. A huge flood of liquid shot out of her bloody slit and she was left with her pussy bared, gaped open and dripping birth fluid. 

I handed the baby off to my loyal nurse who maintained the nursery in the next room and turned back to my friend. He was hard a rock, stroking his wife’s ruined cunny. She was still visibly hurting, both from the sheer size of what just came out and the after birth contractions. 

I climbed on top of the beg, squatted over her deflated belly, and put my dick in between her massive tits. Behind me John let out an erotic groan as he sunk his massive length deep into his wife’s loose, bleeding pussy. It made a nasty squelching sound when he pulled all the way back out and slammed back in as hard as he could. He proceeded to brutally rail his wife’s post birth pussy and I came all over her tits while she flopped up and down on the bed, screaming from the pain. 

The next time I saw Lucy, she was back in her white silk robe, a 17lb baby suckling at her ample breast. She’d reapplied her lipstick but her eyes were bloodshot and she looked like she’d been through hell. She woke up initially screaming about the pain in her pussy and she was still sitting awkwardly, an ice pack on her bruised and throbbing sex. 

That being said, she was thrilled she didn’t remember a single bit of it. She thanked me profusely and told her husband she wanted me to deliver all of her babies. Once her poor little cunny healed, of course. 

Josh and I shared a look over her head. We were already counting down to Ashley’s next labor and delivery. 

[sticky-cravings]

Stoned Stuffing Saturday

After a long week at the office, you can finally relax. You wake up around 10am on Saturday and begin your first ever all-day binge. Lately, gorging yourself silly has been all you can think about. Today you will make your fantasies come true.

You wake and bake and order a dozen donuts, three sausage breakfast sandwiches, and a large sugary iced coffee from your favorite fast food joint. While you wait for your doordash, you crack open a tub of ice cream and plop yourself on the couch. You're kinda chubby already, but after some online encouragement you're convinced that you're waaayy too skinny.

The doordash comes and you shuffle to the door in a haze. You bring your morning feast back to the couch and put on your favorite show. After an hour and a few extra tokes, all the food is gone. Your head feels fuzzy and warm, your body is glued to the couch. All you can think about is your next meal.

You decide to order three grande burritos and a quesadilla for lunch. Chips and a 2L bottle of soda are a free add-on, so you might as well get those, too. When you go to stand up for the food, you feel a breeze against your lower bulging belly. It turns you on immensely.

The first burrito goes down your gullet in a flash. By the second one you're slowing down; absentmindedly chewing as you watch a comedy movie. You pat your tightly packed gut when you finish the second burrito, proud of how much you've eaten. In between, you chug straight from the two liter bottle of soda and gulp down the melted ice cream from this morning.

Your t-shirt rides up exposing your distended swollen belly. It's shiny and red with how tight you've packed it full of food. You let out loud, unapologetic burps as you unwrap your third burrito. By 3pm, the burrito and quesadilla are tucked away in your belly, and you can't move at all. Not even to wipe your sauce-covered face. You drift off for a nap and wake up around 5pm.

Another joint and you feel the munchies kick in like crazy. Time to order more food! Dinner will be three quarter-pounder cheeseburgers with two large orders of fries from a local burger place. You lumber to your fridge, holding your globular belly as you search for the six-pack of beer you bought last night. You pull it out and waddle back to the couch with some cheetos and cinnamon rolls.

You lay out your dinner in front of you on the coffee table. Your belly is so big now, you have to spread your legs to accommodate its size. You scarf down the first greasy cheeseburger. Grease and sauce falls on your t-shirt as you gorge yourself, taking gulps of beer in between. Each burger gets more and more delicious as you indulge in your gluttony and hedonism.

Only the fries remain. You balance them on your belly as you lean back and burp helplessly. Your t-shirt rides all the way up to your chest, and your sweatpants are rolled down to make room for your big belly. You smack your full gut, causing you to belch loud and hard. You taste the beer, burritos, and burgers in your breath. Your eyes start to get heavy; the food coma finally setting in after a thrilling day of indulgence.

You pass out belly-up on the couch, dreaming of how you'll fatten yourself up tomorrow.

[abellystuffingblog]

So I think this may actually be the largest or most stuffed I’ve ever been before 🥴🐷

Started off with a moderate sized McDonald’s stuffing comprised of a double quarter pounder, 2 large fries, 2 large cokes and 3 apple pies, eaten in public 😳🐷 aftermath of that shown.

Then I stopped by the shops to pick up some Diet Coke, mentos and 2L of ice cream, to firstly do a coke and mentos bloat and then to chug the whole container of ice cream 🔥🐷

I had 1.25L of Diet Coke and a roll of the mentos, which really stretched out my belly 🥵 Then came the ice cream, which I managed the entire 2L 🐷 I managed to just get it all down and it really pushed my limits which I love!

Honestly look at me, I can hardly breathe, let alone move 🥵🐷 I swear my stomach just keeps stretching to accomodate for all the thousands upon thousands of extra calories I’m forcing into it!

But I just can’t stop, I want, no, I NEED MORE!!! Send me DM’s and asks with challenges and recommendations about what I should stuff myself with tomorrow!! 🤤🐷

[issuesntissues]

what 141 orders at McDonalds !!!

Price

he's a Big Mac man, with fries & a coke. everything is large—

if his day was bad, he'd add an apple pie.

will not share his fries, and WILL smack your hand away— unless you're ghost. ghost gets a select share~

Ghost

2 McRibs and a chocolate shake

if the ice cream machine is down, he won't get anything else—

not a fry stealer, but will eat whatever you offer him

Give this man a McGriddle and you will only hear positive remarks for the entire day

Soap

a double quarter pounder, a 6 piece nugget, and fries. always gets sprite

FRY STEALER. he won't ask either—

whatever limited time sauce is available, he'll dip everything in it

sometimes gets a happy meal for later, only shares with ghost

Gaz

deluxe McCrispy, a double cheeseburger and fries w/ a dr. pepper

if it's hot out, he'll get an iced latte

fry stealer AND fry offerer. want a latte sip? that's a pinch of fries—

!! BONUS !!

Laswell

gets a happy meal, and an extra cheeseburger

always gives Price the milk (he hides it and drinks it later)[they bully him bc it gets stuck in his stache 💀 ]

loves the apple slices

Graves

classic Big Mac meal with a vanilla shake & fries

dips his fries in the shake 💯

will NOT share his fries, so don't ask—

Konig

2 large fries. get's any flavor McFlurry or shake and dips em.

gets a happy meal every time, and dips his apple slices in honey

he loves dipping things and sugar really—

Keegan

a single black coffee.

LMAO just kidding, he loves a McRib with a large fry & coke

almost never finishes his fries so he hands em out

honestly prefers Mexican food in general—

[katsuizu-stuff]

stop McDonald’s sounds so good right now 🍔🍟🍦

Want McDonalds

[bothsinfulandsweet]

a very fattening day

my master told me that i've been slacking off and not being a good piggy (despite me still againing weight even while sick) so he decided to push me really hard yesterday and my king and other feeders helped.

i soend the whole day with my ass parked on te couch only getting up to go to the bathroom and walk the 10-15 steps to the door to get my food.

first i had a surprise ihop order. pancakes, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns. then chase it down with two cups of cream and nutella courtesy of my king.

lunch was mcdonalds. 20 nuggets, 2 fries, 2 shakes and 2 regular cheeseburgers. my master also bought me mayo and ordered me to dip everythibg in it 😭 i felt so greasy and sick and dosgusting. fell into a food coma only to be ordered to "snack" on 4 big protein cookies (+400 cal each). my tummy wss so upset and i felt soso heavy

dinnertime was the worst. i had a 14" pizza with thick crust and cheese crust plus mcdonalds. 10 nuggets, a big mac, a double quarter pounder, 3 fries and two milshakes. more mayo. and on top of that o hadnpromosed to drink cream before bed. it took me 4 hours to finish and i was soso full and it hurt so nice🥵💦 it was really hard but i think i had never been that full before.

i felt like i was going to explode. panting, sweating, horny beyong belief. i couldn't move much because i was afraid of puking and i was also was pinned in place so i had to sleep on the couch. also i didn't manage to finish one of the milkshakes or drink the cream. so my feeders made a compromise and let me sleep only if i doubled the amount of cream and drank my shale like a good pig in the moddle of that night and i did just that🐽 then had more cream this more right after waking up

i am going to get so fucking fat like this😮‍💨💞🥺

please feel free to send teasing/humiliation in asks or dms🫣

[cosybearsworld]

Done nothing but binge today two chocolate pastries, breakfast wrap , brownie and cream , quarter pounder cheese and chips , a large chocolate milkshake, 10” bbq chicken pizza chips and cake with cream

[magickman1234]

The Human Fat Balloon

It started innocent you met up with that charming feeder of yours. A night out for drinks maybe you get stoned then next thing you know your gobbling up plate fulls of food. With a shocking ease your stomach escapes your clothes as you go. Your feeder notes it with a cruel look. Your excited because your going to final get humiliated in public or an evil whisper in your ear. When in waddles a 400 pound butterball you both drool imagining you being that fat! Your feeder pokes your exposed stomach roll and a sudden poke to your nose lifting it up (how could your feeder…in public!) “Wait your turn, we’ll get you there soon piggy!” You snort for joy like your training unable to stop despite your humiliation. There’s a pop and a flash as you snort as you launched out your fatty bits out around you like a human corn kernel. You feel yourself roll wider, thicker, plumper from your tummy outwards as your stomach just keeps up the pop forward as juicy arms and thighs exploded to elephantine proportions. It’s as though you’ve become so embarrassed it’s filling you up as the pounds pile on you. You feel your face round out into a moon shaped parody of itself. Your body ripples with raw new stretch marks as you hit a secret limit and your rotund blimps form stops. Tummy pours down between meaty thunder thighs. Your huge fat face filled with shock and redness that blushes to your chest. Your so fat you can barely move and your now fifty pounds heavier than the 400 pounder who is just as shocked and horrified at your appearance as thin people in the crowd. You see in her eyes she even pities your obesity. Your clothes somehow stretched tight across your immense new flesh prison. Like someone stretched normal people clothes across a fat sow. Your fantasy made a reality you can’t handle as your feeder orders up some ice cream for you…

[tilly-tilly-2827]

Midnight Sanctuaries (Side B & Side C)

Reimaging An Offer from a Gentleman#3

Synopsis: Maria Beckett should know better. But there was nothing she could do. She craved love, she craved for warmth. And Richard Gunningworth didn’t know better.

But how Benedict Bridgerton knew better.

But how he was, a bit of a fool.

⚠️Trigger Warning: Mentions of sexual assault/ rape/ suicide.

AO3 post from here

Part one from here

“What is it, to woo a woman?”

Benedict Bridgerton spurred on his fifth glass of whiskey, contemplating if he should take the sixth.

“Not a lady, you mean?”

Alice eyed the man suspiciously, wiping the glass with a cloth. She was quite worried, seeing the second son of the Bridgerton family almost drown himself in whiskey. It was true that he had been dwelling in the stalls of the bar for years with a glass in hand, but he seemed to be improving.

“After a refreshing stay in Wilshire, I have gained a new perspective,” explaining to her happily a few days back.

“Well, yes, yes…a lady.” He added hastily.

“You must be at a loss, for a Bridgerton to be suffering in the process of a courtship!” Will laughed wholeheartedly, placing an arm over his shoulder.

“Might I ask who the lucky lady is? Which young debutant has captivated the eyes of a melancholic artist?”

Alice had expected Benedict to burst out in verse, declaring forever love and devotion to a young debutante somewhere in the ton, but his reaction was quite the opposite; instead, he sunk deeper into silence, dipping himself in another glass of wine.

“Isn’t she the one you talked about for years?” Alice asked a little hesitantly, “The women in silver you talked about-”

“What?” Benedict jerked from his intoxication. “No, no, no. Not her. Definitely not her.”

“Then who is she?”

Benedict decided to ignore the question altogether. He knew that he was being selfish, but anger and frustration had been slowly bubbling up in him. As he watched the young John Stirling whisper something teasingly to Francesca as her face flushed crimson pink, as they promenaded in the park arms in arms, giggling away happily about who knows what, Benedict couldn’t help thinking why he couldn’t do the same with Sophie.

He wanted to fill her room with flowers and bouquets.

He wanted to take Sophie to ice cream parlors.

He wanted to ask her for the second Walz at the end of the ball.

All the jealousy, all the longing, all the desire were flaming stronger day by day, and the overwhelming craving was killing him, making him lose his mind. How much he longed to just take her down in the closet or even the hallway, how much he longed to bury himself inside her arms…

“���…Why does she keep rejecting me?”

“…So you are being rejected by this mysterious lady of yours? Hence this drinking?”

“How do you know that she’s rejecting me?”

“……You said those words seconds ago, Mr.Bridgerton.”

Benedict softly touched his mouth, regretting that he had let it slip. He knew what others would think of him if they knew he was trying to seduce a maid to be his mistress. He was seen as a respectable gentleman, and he didn’t quite want to lose the reputation he had from his fellow men. Not like Phillip Cavender.

“Well, …I…”

“So she has been rejecting you.”

Alice stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Perhaps, you are not her preference,” Will teasingly added, giving a pat on his shoulder. “No need to pounder, Bridgerton. There will be someone who would appreciate your looks.”

“No, no. No.” He denied quickly, “I am definitely in her preference.”

“How can you be so sure of that, Mr. Bridgeton?” Alice arched her eyebrows.

“Well…”

She said I look like her Prince Charming.

“I just know.”

Alice sighed deeply. Men, she quietly thought. So sure of themselves, not doubting any bit that they could be the reason for rejection. She quietly felt sympathy for the poor girl in question; imagining Benedict Bridgerton trying to wear her down with his charms.

“Have you been sending gifts to this lady of yours?” Will asked nonchalantly. “Perhaps she does not like what you have offered to her…”

Gifts…Gifts!

It suddenly dawned on him that Benedict had never given Sophie Beckett anything, maybe except for an ill-cooked breakfast.

One doesn’t have to be a mistress to be receiving gifts, don’t they?

“Mondrich, you are a great man!”

Already planning out a perfect scheme in his head, Benedict hurriedly slipped down from his chair, quickly grabbed his jacket, and ran to the door. He’ll tip the florist double the amount, he knew how to sneak into Genevieve’s shop at night….

“He’s going to do something awful.”

Alice murmured under her breath as Benedict disappeared from their sight. She wrote down his bills on the piece of paper sighing at the amount. He will have to pay, soon.

“……Why didn’t you stop him then?”

“Because,” Alice replied as she took a glass of whiskey from his hands, drinking it in a swig.“Men can’t realize their mistakes until they truly experience how bad one screwed it up.”

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Sophie was exhausted to the bone.

She had been running up and down the house all day long, preparing for the Bridgerton Ball that was coming up next Wednesday. After helping Miss Eloise with the dress in the morning, she also assisted Lady Violet with the penning of the invitation and also helped Hyacinth with her Latin and French. She also secretly mended the tear Miss Eloise had made on her secret escapades, secretly washed the cigarette stain on Eloise’s nightdress, and secretly delivered the letters Eloise had firmly told her; that it is a secret.

She truly adored and admired the Bridgertons.

But she was truly exhausted. Her feet were sore from bustling around London with Eloise’s secret errands in ill-fitting shoes that she had been wearing for years, her hands were cramped from all the writing and the mending she did for the day, and her fingertips were filled with cuts for every time Benedict Bridgeton came into the room.

Sophie wished she could be more calm in front of his presence. Sophie wished Benedict would not look at her so longingly. With his ardent, morning-dew eyes. His warm, sweet, eyes.

Sophie shook her head fervently, trying to erase the fantasy that dwelled in her mind. It was almost midnight, and what she needed was a good night’s rest, not the passionate gaze or the warm arms of one Benedict Bridgerton. Sophie staggered herself up the stairs, wanting to lie on the bed and curl up in her sheets. But before that, she had to mend a hole in her stockings, iron out her apron, wash herself up, and change into her nightgown…

Benedict Bridgerton was the last person she wanted to see in her room that night. He was sitting on the corner of her bed, his face lighting up as he saw her open the door. With the crooked, teasing smile on his face, normally his expression alone would bring her to her knees, but that night Sophie was just goddamn tired. Just so, so, so tired.

“Why are you here, Mr. Bridgerton?”

“You look tired, Sophie.”

“Mr. Bridgerton, why are you here?”

“Can’t I be here?”

“You can not be here,”

“So hostile.” Benedict tutted, pouting his lips ever so slightly. “Aren’t you pleased to see me?”

“No, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Come on, Sophie, I know…”

“Do you not hear me, Benedict?” Benedict finally noticed how cold and stern her voice was. “I am saying that I do not want you here.”

“Sophie, I just wanted to…”

“Did you not think that some could have seen you?”

“No, I didn’t think-”

“No, you didn’t think,” For the first time in her life, Sophie snapped, letting her anger get the better of her.

“How would the other servants think of me if they saw you in my room? They would think me as a self-serving whore-”

“Sophie, no-”

“And I would be fired from this position and…and…and…it would be very convenient for you, wouldn’t it?”

“Sophie, that’s not what I wanted to-”

Sophie glared at him with her moss-green eyes, and he noticed that Sophie’s eyes were filled with frustration. He staggered back, unable to say anything at all.

“Then what did you want to do?”

“I…I just…”

“Take me down on this bed, mark me as yours?”

It was exactly what he might have been planning to do.

“…And you call yourself a gentleman when you are no better than Phillip Cavenderー”

The next moment, Sophie was pinned up against the door, his hand grabbing her waist strenuously, his other arm slammed above her head, hovering against her by the door.

“You don’t mean that, Sophie”

His voice was dangerously soft, but there was a stroke of pain and fury, and Sophie realized she had gone too far with her anger. How could she ever compare him to Phillip Cavender? Benedict was far more sweet, far more caring, far more…

“I’m here because I love you,”

Sophie felt tears coming up to her eyes.

“…Please don’t say that.”

“I love you, Sophie.”

“You don’t know what you are saying.”

“I mean what I say, Sophie.” Benedict replied angrily, gritting his teeth, “I’m saying that I love you, and I want to take care of you…”

“If you truly loved me, Benedict,” Sophie was falling apart as she broke out in a sob, feeling the tears running down her cheeks. “Why would you ask me to be your mistress?”

But people have mistresses and by-blows all the time, Benedict stupidly found himself thinking despite his fury. What was wrong with having a mistress, if he loved her just the same, if he cared for her just the same?

“You’re hurting me, Benedict, don’t you know…”

“You have never thought how much you hurt ME, Sophie?” Benedict was almost losing his temper, he wanted to scream and roar if he could. Benedict tightened his grip around Sophie’s waist, knowing that his nails were biting into her skin, hurting her, scaring her. The awful side of him was wanting to hurt her, wanting her to feel the pain he had been suffering ever since Sophie had rejected his offer.

“I cannot breathe, Sophie,” Benedict’s words shook with anger. “I cannot breathe, I cannot live without you Sophie, knowing that you feel the same for me.”

He pressed his forehead against her, trying to regain his breath, trying to calm down the immense anger he felt towards her. He let go of his grip and instead placed them on the door, his nails biting the wooden plank.

“I love you, Sophie.”

“Benedict please don’t.”

“I love you.”

“Just…just, don’t, don’t Benedict”

Benedict slowly leaned in, softly nuzzling his nose against hers. Their lips were almost an inch apart, and if Sophie leaned in just an inch, he would have her sweet lips on his in a second.

“Tell me that you love me, Sophie.”

“I can’t.”

“Tell me,”

“Benedict,”

“….That you love me.”

Sophie’s lips were about to reach his, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the sweet sensation to reach his lips.

The next moment, he felt an immense pain slap across his cheeks, tasting the blood in his mouth. He staggered back, perplexed by the power she held.

“…….You’re drunk.”

There was a striking coldness in her eyes he had never seen before. Her hard, cold gaze was enough to sober him up in a second, but it wasn’t enough to deny her words.

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie.”

Benedict instinctively reached out his arms, wanting to soften her, but Sophie stepped back, clutching to her shoulders as if she were protecting herself from him.

“No, no, don’t you dare touch me, Benedict.”

Benedict finally noticed that he was the stupidest man in the world. Benedict stood foolishly by the door, not knowing what to do or say, as he watched Sophie take another step back, shrinking into the corner of the room.

“I will tolerate, you dwelling on hallways,” Sophie said quietly. “I will endure you stalking me, sneaking and jumping up on me from hidden corridors.”

Benedict was beginning to notice how childish he had been acting as she spoke.

“But I can’t have you in this room, Benedict. This is out of the line.”

“…I apologize, Ms. Beckett.”

His voice was barely above a whisper.

“I’ll …I’m going to leave these here.”

Without even a glance, Benedict left Sophie’s room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Sophie collapsed to the floor, hardly processing what happened over the last few moments. It was too much, too overwhelming to think with her drained body, but his desperate voice echoed through her mind.

“I love you, Sophie. Tell me that you love me too.”

Sophie staggered to her bed, the very place Benedict Bridgerton had been waiting on a few minutes earlier. He had left her something on the bed, and Sophie finally realized that there was a bouquet and a beautiful small box placed softly on her sheets. It was Lilly of the valleys. Her favorite.

Of course, he would have remembered.

During their stay at My Cottage, Benedict had insisted on her accompanying on his walks. “What if I collapse on my way? I have just recovered from sickness, Ms. Beckett,” Benedict had asked her teasingly. “I would need someone to run to Mr. Crabtree.”

Long walks they took on the country streets of Wiltshire, talking about their favorite authors, plays, and paintings. Benedict would ramble about his siblings and she would laugh, and Sophie remembered how much she loved the countryside; enjoying the wildflowers that bloomed in the side, enjoying the peaceful breeze that surrounded her. As she glanced at his warm smile, she remembered how much she was in love with him.

“You like Lilly of the Valleys?”

Benedict asked as Sophie softly took the blossoms in her hands.

“Yes,” she answered. “We had them around the garden when I was a child. It was my mother’s favorite…”

“Quite suits you,” Benedict had softly said.

“Why so?”

“Do you know what they symbolize, Ms. Beckett?

“I’m afraid I do not know.”

“Return to love, Ms.Beckett,” Benedict whispered, softly kissing her fingertips as he reached for her hand.

With quivering hands, she opened the white box, covered with oriental embroideries. Inside was a beautiful pair of shoes, laced in silk ribbons and white velvet .

Why wouldn’t he know servants can’t afford such things?

Such a foolish, foolish man,

Still feeling the warmth of Benedict Bridgerton against the sheets, Sophie sobbed silently, clutching to the warmth he had left on her bed.

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“Mrs. Gibbons?”

Annabel sighed as she saw a crack open at the door, seeing a petite figure in the shadows.

“Go back to your nursery, Sophie.”

“But I can’t sleep, Mrs. Gibbons.”

“Go back to your room, Sophie.” Annabel patiently replied, glancing at the clock as it struck midnight. She knew she needed at least four more hours of sleep, before starting another day. “Go back to bed, and close your eyes, and if you count to three hundred…”

“But it’s so cold and dark,”

Annabel rolled her eyes, cursing under her breath. God in heavens where is the governess? It should be her, or at least her father that should be tucking her to bed, not the bloody housekeeper as herself…

But when she looked at her soft almond eyes that loomed too large for her face, she felt a stroke of pain and regret.

“All right, Sophie, come here my dear girl.”

As Annabel pulled back the covers, Sophie climbed desperately onto the bed, clinging to her arms as if she were saving herself from drowning. Annabel noticed how cold her hands and feet were, and her cheeks stained with tears. Poor, poor girl, she thought to herself.

“I can’t stop shivering, Mrs.Gibbsons,”

“You’re all right now, my girl.”

As she put her arms around the poor girl, softly cuddling her against her back, she noticed that she should have done this years ago when she heard her young, petite roommate sobbing under the sheets every night. At that time, she would ignore her desperate sobs, covering her years with her pillow, trying to get some sleep. She wondered how the story would have changed if she had stopped and listened to her deepest vulnerabilities.

“Why can’t you reject him, Maria?”

“Annabel, he loves me. And he is so lonely, ”

“Sophie, are you asleep?”

“……..No.”

“I want you to listen to me very carefully, all right?”

“Yes, Mrs. Gibbsons.”

“You can come here every night, Sophie. If you feel sad or have a bad dream, or you can’t sleep, you’ll come to my side. I’m going to hold you tight, and we’re all going to have a nice peaceful doze. Do you understand that, Sophie?”

“Yes, Mrs. Gibbons.”

“But I don’t want you crawling into anyone else sheets except me. Nor do I want anyone else sneaking into your sheets.”

“Why would I have someone in my sheets, Mrs. Gibbons?”

“I’ll explain to you when you’re older.”

“How old Mrs. Gibbons?”

“Old Enough, Sophie.”

“Old enough for what, Mrs.Gibbons?”

She was quite at a loss for words. Instead, Annabel tightened her arms around him, hoping to warm up the poor child.

“You are going to be a strong smart beautiful lady, Sophie.” Softly stroking her golden locks, she felt a tear dropping down her cheeks. “Your mother would have wanted you to be strong, strong enough to keep yourself warm at night…”

[allfryam]

Spider-fat part 1

Peter was your average college student. He liked sports, did well in most of his classes, and had plenty of friends. But he had one big secret. He was Spider-Man. He had never told anyone. Many people were beginning to become suspicious however. This was mainly because of his amazing body. Peter had rock hard abs and bulging biceps. His toned muscles were all formed because of being Spider-Man. His friends would ask him how he was able to look so good without ever going to the gym. Peter just brushed it off as good genes.

After months of peters friends questioning him, peter decided to come up with a plan to stop them. While being Spider-Man had lots of perks, it also had some drawbacks. Peter had an enormous appetite. He could clear a buffet without breaking a sweat. Of course, he had to control himself or he would gain weight. And who ever heard of a fat Spider-Man. But this gave peter an idea. If he put on a few pounds, people would stop suspecting him as Spider-Man.

the next day, peter went crazy. For breakfast, he ate 10 pancakes drenched with butter and syrup, as well as a dozen scrambled eggs. And he washed it all down with a pint of orange juice. Peter liked the feeling of being full. His tight stomach made him feel confident. On his lunch break, Peter was still a little full from breakfast but he knew he couldn’t stop eating. There was a McDonald’s across the street from his office that he decided to go to. Peter ordered a Big Mac, 3 large fries, and a large coke. “14.85” said the cashier. “I’m not done” said Peter. The cashier looked shocked, but a little intrigued as Peter ordered 20 nuggets, a double quarter pounder, and a large chocolate shake for dessert.

Peter picked up a pizza on the way home and ate the entire thing by himself. He went to bed rubbing his tight stomach.

as the weeks passed, peter had gained about 20 pounds. His six pack had turned into a sizable gut, and his ass was a little thicker too. Peter decided it was a good stopping point to get people off his trail. He tried to eat a small breakfast but he was too hungry. He decided that one more day wouldn’t hurt so he ate his usual massive breakfast. Peter had began to develop a relationship with the cashier at McDonald’s because he would go everyday on his lunch break. Kevin, the cashier, had invited peter over for dinner that night, and Peter couldn’t turn up free food. Peter showed up with an empty stomach, and a button up shirt that was beginning to feel a little tight. Kevin welcomed him and Peter saw the massive spread that he had prepared. There was an entire chicken, baked potatoes, turkey, loads of vegetables, and burgers. Peter was almost drooling at the sight of all of the food. He took a seat and loaded his plate with a mountain of delicious food. Peter was in a hungry daze as he shoved handfuls of fettening food into his expanding gut. Peter was stuffed. He leaned back in his chair and let out a massive burp. “I can’t eat another bite” he said. “But look at all these leftovers. I would hate to have to throw them away.” Kevin said. Not wanting to make a bad impression, Peter reluctantly continued to eat. With every bite he could feel the buttons on his shirt getting tighter. He finished the rest of the food and he felt like he could pass out. Peter sat in his chair groaning as Kevin walked into the kitchen. What else could he possibly be getting? A few minutes later, he came back with a platter of desserts. It contained pies, cakes, muffins, pastries, cookies, and more. It was the most appetizing dessert peter had ever seen. “I don’t think I can…” Peter said. “Come on… sugar expands your stomach. It won’t even make you feel full.” Before peter could protest, Kevin had scooped two pieces of pie, a scoop of ice cream, and a thick slice of cake onto peters plate. Peter slugged his way through the desserts, giving up on silverware. He decided to just use his hands to shove his dessert filled hands into his mouth. As Peter shoveled the last bite of cake into his mouth, he felt a pop. He looked down to see a button had popped off his shirt, revealing his tight, fuzzy belly. Kevin decided it would be best for Peter to stay at his house for the night.

to be continued…

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

This is the aftermath of a couple stuffings:

A double quarter pounder meal with a large fries and chocolate shake, 1 litre of melted ice cream, 4 chocolate donuts and 6 cinnamon donuts.

1 family sized sponge, cream and jam cake, 1 litre of chocolate milk and 12 cinnamon donuts!

I’m being encouraged by a devilish feeder/encourager and I fear that if I keep this up any longer she’ll break me and I won’t be able to stop stuffing and gaining 🐷

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but would that really be so bad? you’re already so good at eating it wouldn’t make sense to stop now.

not just that nice swell of your belly, the most telling for me is that soft lovehandle forming. some of those stuffings do seem to be sticking ☺️

[aspiring-feeder]

20 of the most fattening foods from popular restaurants

Five Guys Bacon Cheeseburger: 920 calories

McDonald's Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese: 770 calories

Arby's Half Pound Beef 'n Cheddar: 910 calories

Burger King Triple Whopper with Cheese: 1,220 calories

KFC 3-Piece Extra Crispy Tenders: 710 calories

Taco Bell XXL Grilled Stuft Burrito: 860 calories

Wendy's Pretzel Bacon Pub Triple Cheeseburger: 1,680 calories

Pizza Hut Meat Lover's Personal Pan Pizza: 850 calories

Domino's ExtravaganZZa Brooklyn Style Pizza (1 slice): 430 calories

Panda Express Orange Chicken: 380 calories

Subway Footlong Spicy Italian: 960 calories

Chipotle Steak Burrito: 1,150 calories

Sonic SuperSONIC Cheeseburger: 980 calories

Dunkin' Donuts Glazed Donut: 260 calories

Chick-fil-A Spicy Chicken Sandwich Deluxe: 590 calories

Dairy Queen Large Chocolate Shake: 780 calories

Little Caesars 3 Meat Treat Pizza: 350 calories per slice

IHOP Bacon & Cheese Omelette: 1,070 calories

Starbucks Venti White Chocolate Mocha with Whipped Cream: 580 calories

Olive Garden Fettuccine Alfredo: 1,220 calories

[violent-optimism]

TF2 Mercs and their McDonald's Orders

Scout: Egg McMuffin, Hashbrown and Soda. He often inhales it before they’ve even left the parking lot.

Soldier: Keeps demanding the “American combo” despite the others repeatedly telling him that’s not a thing (what he means is a regular cheeseburger combo with fries and a coke).

Pyro: Always wants a large McFlurry and nothing else (if the ice cream machine is broken, they will cry).

Demoman: Spicy buffalo chicken wrap with chicken nuggets. Is permanently pissed that McDonald's doesn't sell alcohol.

Heavy: Orders two Bic Macs and then squishes them together to form one giant burger. “It is not Sandvich, but it will do.”

Engineer: Keeps it simple with a Quarter pounder and fries. Is always offering the rest of his fries when he inevitably can’t finish them.

Medic: Orders nothing but demands to sample a little bit of food from everyone else “for research purposes”.

Sniper: Iced coffee with the Filet-o-fish, not because he particularly enjoys it, but he knows Spy hates that sandwich with his entire being.

Spy: Judges everyone else’s choices and orders a single black coffee

[yumkitchen]

We can all agree that McDonald’s isn’t “great”… But I have to say compared to the UK, McD’s in New York was REALLY good 😅

My metric for grading is to always get a Quarter Pounder lol.

Here in London it’s so-so, when I had it Amsterdam, Netherlands their Fritessaus (Fries sauce) was AMAZING.

Paris, France, that menu was VERY European lol and dope. The sour cream with the McDs chicken nuggets were 👨🏾‍🍳👌🏾✨

Now in America, I dunno if it’s all the harmful ingredients (lol) or what but that was the best McDs burger ever. Also you have a choice if you want it Well Done? That was different.

FYI, I grade McDs burgers 4/10. 🍔