#definitely not now my face is fatter

[pumpumdemsugah]

Every now and again I think about how my friend lied and said I sort of look like Nicole beharie ( I don't ) and the last time I asked her she still said yes

If there is an angle that you can view myself and I look like her I need to find it and keep my face like that 24/7

[widevibratobitch]

i need to dye my hair i need to cut my hair i need to bleach my eyebrows again i need to shave them off completely i need to DO something i need CHANGE or ill go insane

[deslizada]

went through my blog and realized I haven't posted a selfie since grad school when I was a very very different person. wild. might post one sometime just for funsies

[fattystoriez]

Daddy is Different

Content Warning: Incest, Weight gain

Trent was an only child raised by just his father. His mother had left his father for a richer man when Trent was only 8 years old. Trent and his father were very close before Trent left for college right out of high school on a basketball scholarship. Trent hadn’t visited for the holidays, which made Trent feel guilt for leaving his father all alone, with only a little communication back and forth. So Trent decided to go back home for Spring break, his father had presumably found a partner who really wanted to meet Trent, he was excited to see his father was doing well.

Trent arrived home and walked right in, announcing himself. “Hello? Dad?? Anybody home?!” As Trent walked in the house was a mess, junk food trash everywhere. Trent’s father was usually healthy… Trent couldn’t imagine his dad ever touching any junk food. There was a smell of musk and piss, stained jockstraps all over the place.

Trent makes it to he living room which was a major source of the smell, his dad was sitting in a chair in the living room. He looked wildly different, his healthy average hairless body seemed to have ballooned into a fat guy topped by a set of tits. He was bald now, a spotted a heady beard. He has a cigar in his mouth, one that seemed to have just been lit.

“Welcome home Piggy, I’ve missed you so much.” Trent’s dad opened his arms stretched out for a hug.

Trent was taken a back… how could this be his father? This man was a fat disgusting slob, the complete opposite of his dad. “Dad? What happened to you?”

“So this is the Piggy I’ve heard so much about!” A giant fat man walked in, wearing only his camouflage underwear. He was graying, definitely older than Trent’s father. His bulge was massive, the tip soaked in pre-cum. He walked right up to Trent and put his hand on his arm “You’re quite the skinny guy, not nearly plump enough to be a pig.”

Trent pushed away “What the fuck? Dad what’s going on here… who is this disgusting man?!” Trent’s head started to feel light, he was starting to get dizzy.

“It’s daddy for now on pig, and this is your paw. I met him at the bar a couple months ago” Hiw could these changes happen in a just a few months? “He told me he could make my life better and help me get you back home.” Trent’s father blew out a plume of smoke into his son’s face.”

Paw got behind Trent and pulled his shirt off “this will give you some room piggy” Trent was so confused, but oddly getting very horny. Paw got Trent in his knees, whipped out his fat cock and huge balls. “I’m so full piggy, time to fattened up this hog!” Paw forced his cock into Trent’s mouth.

After not a few pumps down Trent’s throat Paw was ready to bust his load into Trent’s mouth. It was like his balls has gallons of cum, causing Trent to feel full.

Trent’s body filled out with lard covering his once slender, lean body. His stomach pushed out and jiggled with soft fat, starting to form rolls on his body. “Ughnnnn” Trent moaned as he groped his fat body. “What’s are you doing to me?!” Trent was starting to get hard. Trent was trying to fight away, stop this from happening, but he was beginning to give in.

Paw and Daddy began to play with Piggy’s fattening body, they start to push into his soft rolls. Daddy began to shove junk food like pizza, doughnuts and shakes into Piggy’s mouth.

Piggy’s underwear started morphing into a black jockstrap, his blubbery body hanging over his waist. Piggy grew a full beard that showcased the milkshake staying around his mouth. Piggy’s body had become so huge, so far from the lean body he had moments prior.

What was once a college basketball player, is now a Piggy for his fat slobbish daddies to force to grow fatten and fatter. Trent sometimes makes it to the surface, his horror of being so huge and disgusting later turned into a grotesque horniness. There was no more Trent, only Piggy.

[roosterforme]

The Intern Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley had an easy way about him that you appreciated. Working for him all summer sounded promising, and you were determined to make it fun for both of you. But as you dipped your toes into getting to know one another on the flights from San Diego to Lisbon, you ended up closer to him than you ought to be, both conversationally and physically.

Warnings: Language, brief mention of drugs (eventually 18+)

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"I still can't believe someone is paying me fifty thousand dollars to spend my summer on a yacht," you mused as the private Cessna jet gained altitude over the California desert landscape. 

Bradley turned and looked at you from his plush leather seat across the narrow aisle and smirked. "You needed the money that badly?"

"Don't play games," you told him, and he laughed. "My point is, I would have done this for free just to get Ted off my back."

His fingers tightened a bit on his armrest, knuckles growing white as he closed his eyes and said, "Now you tell me. My department budget could be looking a lot fatter right now if it wasn't for you."

You could feel the airplane leveling out as the flight attendant, a woman named Melissa, stood and made her way back toward the two of you. "Oh please," you groaned, earning one of those grins from him that made you feel light inside. "I know how much the shareholders make, Mr. Bradshaw. It's not like it's not listed on the Nasdaq Composite if you dig deep enough."

"Can I get anything for either of you?" Melissa asked. 

"I'll take an Old Fashioned, please. Hold the cherries," you replied while Bradley just shook his head in a jerky motion.

When Melissa disappeared behind the black curtain, you asked, "Why are you so tense? Have a drink and relax."

He huffed out a laugh. "It's eight in the morning. A drink is not going to help me."

You leaned a little closer, and his gaze definitely dipped down to your unzipped sweatshirt. "Don't tell me you're into something harder?" you asked, already thinking you'd be disappointed by his answer. You'd been there and done that. Hung out with and dated guys who were users, and it was not something you wanted to be around. Even out of your sorority sisters, there were only a handful who weren't high all week during grad school.

Bradley looked at you with alarm. "I'm absolutely not going to allow drugs on the yacht, Ivy League."

"Good," you replied right away, already feeling more at ease as Melissa dropped off your cocktail. "Thank you."

But she was looking at Bradley now as she said, "Please let me know if I can get you... anything."

He waved her off as you took a sip of your mediocre cocktail. Melissa had gone a little heavy handed with the bitters, probably because she was too focused on your hot boss to measure things correctly. "Take a sip," you told him, reaching across the aisle with your glass. "You look like you need it."

He grunted and accepted the drink, and a few seconds later, he had downed the whole thing. "Thanks," he whispered. "I hate this part of traveling to Europe for Avio. The flights are going to take forever."

You narrowed your eyes at him and took back your empty glass while he white knuckled the armrest again. "You were an aviator, Mr. Bradshaw."

When he looked at you again, his cheeks were a little flushed as he softly said, "You don't have to call me that. Bradley is fine." 

"Bradley," you said with a smile, and his face softened a little bit. "Why don't you like the Cessna? I mean, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't also hoping for something at least a little more luxurious from Avio, but it's not that bad."

He shook his head at you, something you were pretty sure you were just going to have to get used to for the summer. But his mustache twitched as he licked his lips and said, "Maybe chartered flights are normal for you, Ivy League, but I got used to being the pilot. Of something much less comfortable than a Cessna Hemisphere. So this just feels inherently wrong to me. I mean, I just drank a cocktail."

"Inhaled," you corrected. "And technically it was my cocktail," you said, waving to Melissa and holding up the glass and two fingers.

"Semantics," he grunted. "I miss my Super Hornet right now. Not only were there no drinks, there wasn't even a bathroom."

You watched Melissa duck behind the curtain again, probably to forget how to make a cocktail again. "Well, we'll be there soon," you told Bradley.

"I doubt these pilots can do Mach 2, so not fast enough for me."

You sighed, knowing this would probably be a lot easier for him if you could get him to drink a second Old Fashioned, but when Melissa dropped two more of them off, they were both garnished with a cherry. "I asked you to hold the cherries."

"Oh, yes. Sorry," Melissa muttered. "I can remove it for you."

"I'm allergic, so I'll actually need you to remake mine," you replied, and Bradley started to hand his back as well.

"Remake hers, and mine too," he grunted, suddenly looking far less nervous about the flight as he made to stand up. "Fresh glasses and everything. I don't want cherries anywhere near her." You looked up at him in surprise as he kind of rolled his eyes and followed Melissa. "I'll make sure she does it right," he whispered, and you watched him walk up to the curtain, as confident as he usually was.

"Thanks," you replied, even though nobody was there to hear you now. Well, he had promised he'd do everything he could to keep you safe and comfortable. You watched as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, and you pressed your lips together. That blue Oxford shirt was the exact best color he could possibly wear, and you wondered if he knew it or if it was an accident that he chose it.

When he met your eyes, you didn't look away. You didn't really care if he knew you were checking him out. Until you did. Because when he walked back with two new drinks, you realized how little you knew about him. "Here," he grunted, voice deep and raspy. Then he clinked his glass to yours before sinking back into the aisle seat opposite yours again and buckling his seatbelt once more. 

"Thanks for doing that."

He smiled at you. "Can't lose my intern on her first day. Especially since I've never had one before."

You perked up, loving that you'd cornered the market. "I'm your first intern?"

"Yeah." He was back to downing his drink and looking miserable now, practically throwing the empty glass aside in favor of gripping the armrest. Abandoning your drink after one sip, you stood and stepped over his outstretched legs, his eyes following your every move as you eased yourself down into the window seat next to him. "You okay?" he asked, looking a little amused now that you were just inches away from him.

"I am, but you're not," you told him with an air of authority. "Just relax," you added as you took his hand from the armrest and held it in both of yours. His brown eyes went a little wider, and his lips parted like he wanted to say something. Probably question what you were doing. But you said, "You'll feel better in a few minutes," as you worked your thumbs along the pressure points in his big, rough palm. And then he closed his eyes and without a word, he leaned back in his seat with his hand cradled in yours. Soon he was sound asleep.

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Bradley woke up to an almost pleasant humming sound all around him. His hand was warm and wrapped up in something soft, and when he opened his eyes, your face was just a few inches from his as you slept. His body thrummed with something akin to desire as you pursed your haughty lips in your sleep, long lashes grazing your perfect cheeks. 

Shit. His hand was resting on your body, fingers tangled up with yours and wrapped in your designer hoodie. His knuckles were pressed to the soft skin which was exposed between your high waisted pants and your damn sports bra. And based on the way the plane was started to descend, he'd taken a five fucking hour nap all cuddled up with his intern. With Ted's goddamn daughter.

Hands off. He'd been telling himself to keep his hands off of you, and just a few hours in, he was literally doing the exact opposite. But you'd been sweet to him, carefully massaging the pressure points in his hand until he was able to fall asleep. You must have drifted off then, too. And now he was loath to remove his hand from your body or look away from you.

He needed another fucking drink. Or several. He leaned carefully over you, and sure enough, he could see the New York skyline coming into view through the small window. And he could smell your perfume. And that was when you opened your eyes, immediately sitting up a few inches and nearly bumping noses with him.

"Sorry," he grunted. "I was just trying to see where we were."

"Where are we?" you asked, your voice soft and a little rough from sleep. Jesus, he liked the way that sounded. 

"Almost to New York. Want me to ask the pilot to circle back to Philly so you can wave to your alma mater?"

You laughed and sat up a little more, arching your back, but you didn't immediately let go of him. "No, thank you. I've only been gone for a week, so I'm sure the City of Brotherly Love is enjoying this break."

Bradley found himself continually laughing at your words, but now you were looking at his hand all linked with yours, so he started to pull his free. You didn't stop him, and when you looked up at him, you even asked, "Did you sleep okay?"

He nodded his head once. "I did. Thank you. For making me feel better."

You sat up the rest of the way and stretched, and he had to look away as you said, "A good intern is good at everything."

Your words weren't dirty, so why the hell were his thoughts? He should be trying to find out more about your father, not imagining you wearing a fluffy white bathrobe while you drank an Old Fashioned sans cherry next to his bed. He was miles away in his mind when the plane touched down on the runway before taxiing to the refueling spot. His stomach was growling wildly now as Melissa walked back and offered them a very late lunch. 

"I didn't want to interrupt anything," she said, looking between you and Bradley like the two of you had been all over each other. When she turned away to get the salads and sandwiches ready, you climbed over him to use the bathroom, and Bradley watched you ignore a phone call as you went. He also realized that he'd have to tread very carefully around potential clients over the next few weeks. It was one thing for Melissa to make a comment like that, but it would be something entirely different if a line like that got back to Ted.

While the plane was refueled and the pilots switched places for the longer flight from New York to Portugal, you and he ate in companionable silence. You'd returned to your seat across the aisle, and you ignored another call before tucking your phone away in your bag. Bradley also used this time to drink a gin and tonic in the hopes he'd be able to sleep again, slightly afraid you wouldn't join him on his side of the aisle to make him feel cozy again. 

"We'll be taking off again in five minutes," Melissa informed him as she cleared away the meal and brought pillows and blankets. Your phone was out again now, and you ignored yet another call as Bradley shook his head.

"Are you going to keep me up at all hours of the night on the yacht yelling at your little boyfriend on the phone?"

You scoffed and looked right at him as you said, "I don't date little boys. Are you going to keep me up calling your wife and kids back in San Diego?"

He didn't want to laugh at the way you talked to him and kept him on his toes. He also registered that the way you'd let him hold your hand while he slept had only come from a platonic place if you were just now asking if he was married. "I don't have a wife or kids."

"Why not?" you asked, leaning on your armrest with your tits smashed together. "You could be married. If you wanted. You're tall and you have all your hair."

"Are those the only prerequisites?" he asked, trying not to look anywhere other than at your face. God, your little bikinis were going to be the absolute death of him if he didn't get fucking laid soon.

"No," you replied without missing a beat. "You're smart, too. Handsome. Tons of money. And you seem nice. Good manners. You make me laugh. Seems like someone would have snapped you up off the market by now."

His cheeks felt warm again as he tried to figure out how to answer. You'd just complimented him nine different ways, and he was reeling a bit. "Because I was in the Navy. Nobody in their right mind would trust a Navy guy with that level of commitment."

"Why not?"

"They lie and they cheat," he said, repeating the lines women had been telling him since he was twenty two. "Nobody you'd want to settle down with."

But you didn't look convinced as your smile tilted a little higher on one side. "Are you a cheater?"

He knew somehow he wouldn't get away with speaking anything but the plain truth to you from here on out. "No."

"I didn't think so." You looked satisfied as you settled back in your seat, about to snuggle under your blanket. The sky was a little darker now, and there was nothing below except for the Atlantic Ocean. 

He had a slight buzz from the gin, and he felt a lot better than he had earlier this morning. He reached for his bag and pulled out his laptop before crooking his finger and coaxing you back to the seat next to him. "We have a little work to do, Ivy League."

While he expected you to complain, you didn't. Rather you popped out of your seat with your pillow and blanket, climbed over him and settled in the window seat once more. "What is it?" you asked eagerly, and when he logged in to his email account, he saw something from Ted right away. Just a reminder to keep himself on track.

"I'm going to teach you a little bit about the Avio software we will be marketing, so by the time we land in Lisbon, you'll know as much as I do."

You curled up with your pillow and blanket and looked at him, your words doing more to him than you probably intended. "Don't test me, Sir, or I may end up knowing more than you."

"You're a brat."

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This time when you woke up, it wasn't to Bradley's touch or his brown eyes. This time it was to Melissa's laughter and Bradley's soft voice. "When are you flying back to the states?" she asked him as you cracked your eyes open. 

"Not any time soon," he replied smoothly. "We have a lot of work to do."

"Well I hope I'm on your flight back," she said flirtatiously as you propped your head up. 

But Bradley wasn't paying attention to her now as he turned your way. "You're up," he mused, and you just nodded, wishing you'd had time to shower or check how you looked before he saw you. "We'll be landing soon. And then we'll get you and your designer luggage to the yacht."

You watched Melissa roll her eyes at you before she stood. "I'll be right back with coffee and some breakfast."

"Hold the cherries! Please!" you reminded her, just to be obnoxious. When she pretended she didn't hear you, Bradley chuckled. "You know, it's kind of refreshing being given an attitude. Is this how you feel when I give you one?"

His eyes went a little wider. "Don't make me call your father."

"I thought you valued your intern," you replied with a smirk. "So don't make me spread that nasty little rumor around Avio that you went to the University of Bumblefuck."

"Virginia," he snorted.

"Whatever."

Melissa dropped off mugs, a carafe of coffee, cream, sugar and pastries. "No cherry," she said blandly as you reached for a blueberry muffin. 

"Much appreciated," you replied as you peeled back the wrapper and took a nibble while Bradley ate an apple danish in two bites before he poured coffee into both mugs. Clearly the two of you were hungry. You also had no idea what time it was. You had to put your phone on silent since your dad wouldn't stop calling you, even though you told him you'd talk to him when you got on the yacht.

"How do you take your coffee?" Bradley asked as you silently chewed. You went to reach for the creamer, but he pulled it away and looked at you. 

You swallowed down your muffin and said, "Cream and sugar, but you don't have to do it. I should probably be doing it for both of us."

He shrugged and got your coffee fixed up exactly the way you would have made it yourself, as he said, "You and I will be working in close proximity, and I feel like this is the kind of detail I should know."

"Well how do you take your coffee?" you asked, but he set down the cream and sugar without adding anything to his. "Black, no sugar."

"Black, no sugar," he confirmed before taking a sip. You watched the alluring scars on his neck as he swallowed, once again surprised that he wasn't married. He didn't seem as helpless as your father, but he seemed like the kind of person who should have someone warm at home when he returned from work each night. Someone to look after him. 

You took a sip of your own coffee and smiled, because it really was perfect, especially for something that was made on an aircraft. "Thank you."

"Any time," he responded, and you eased back in your seat and looked out the window as the Portuguese coastline came into view. You drank your coffee and picked at the muffin, watching as the very early morning sun made the Atlantic Ocean glitter. There were marinas filled with yachts and sailboats, and you wondered if Avio's was amongst them. 

"Were you on the yacht with my dad last year?" you mused as the plane dipped lower in the sky.

Bradley set his mug down, and maybe it was just you, but his features suddenly seemed a little guarded. You'd always been good at reading people, which made it easy to get a favorable response when you needed one. But he'd never looked at you this way before. "For a few days. One of my buddies from the Navy was there too. Jake Seresin."

You blinked and his expression was neutral again. "The name sounds familiar."

Bradley laughed as the plane touched down. "The face will be familiar, too. Soon enough. He's champing at the bit to get onboard for a few days here and there this summer."

You set your mug down as well and said, "Don't worry, Sir. I'll dazzle him to bits during the dinner parties."

Bradley's nostrils flared, and his pupils grew wider. "I don't doubt that."

When you laughed, he smiled before looking down at his hands. "Well, Bradley, I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get on the yacht. I wonder what kind of caviar the chef will serve for lunch."

You unbuckled your seatbelt, prompting him to do the same. "There are different kinds of caviar?" he asked, one eyebrow raised as he picked up your tote and handed it to you. 

"Don't embarrass me, Bradley. The other interns will all laugh at me behind my back."

But he just shook his head as he moved to the side and said, "After you, Ivy League." So you led the way to the front of the aircraft, thanked both pilots and Melissa, even though she clearly didn't like you, and you climbed down the stairs onto the warm tarmac. 

You shouldn't and absolutely couldn't keep reacting to Bradley the way you were, but when he placed his hand on your lower back and said, "This way," you nearly moaned. You looked up at him as he tried to guide you toward the waiting limousine. "Go climb in. I'll grab the bags."

"I can get my own bags," you insisted.

"I know you can, but you have nine hundred of them, and I'm still hungry, and I can do it faster."

"Fine," you replied, and you could feel his gaze on your back as you walked toward the driver who was holding the back door open for you. "Thank you." As you slid across the leather seat, you watched Bradley effortlessly lift multiple pieces of your luggage at the same time while you bit your lip. What the hell was it about him? You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but he was enjoyable to watch. His voice made you feel a little fuzzy. He was raw and genuine like your favorite pair of well worn Levi's which were tucked away in your Dior suitcase he was carrying with one massive hand. 

You looked away. You counted to ten. You already knew this was going to be an issue, so you weren't sure why it was hitting you now. When you glanced his way again, he was bringing his own two, nondescript pieces of luggage to the limousine trunk, and then he was sliding across the seat next to you.

"Twenty minutes to the marina from here," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on the seat next to your thigh. "And then we can get to work."

You pursed your lips. "I was under the impression we would be playing, too."

He chuckled as you started to look through the compartments next to the seat. "We can play a little bit."

You opened what turned out to be an ice chest, and ran your fingers along a bottle of chilled Dom Perignon. "We can start with this," you said, pulling it free from the ice and holding it up.

He was looking at you, not the bottle, but that little twitch of his mustache was his tell. Even though his eyes seemed stern, he held out his hand, and asked, "Think we can finish it in twenty minutes?" 

You smiled brilliantly as you handed it to him. "Don't ever ask me that again."

"Sassy," he muttered, unwrapping the foil and slowly twisting the cage loose before wiggling the cork free with his big hands until it popped. "Here you go."

"No," you insisted as the driver pulled out onto the main road. "You first. Drink to a successful summer."

Bradley nodded once and took a sip before handing you the bottle. His eyes were on your lips as you pressed them to the bottle where his had just been. "To a successful summer," he echoed, his voice a deep rumble as the city went by in a blur. You couldn't stop smiling, and neither could he, and approximately eighteen minutes later, when he helped you out of the limousine, his cheeks were flushed pink.

"Is that it?" you asked, very slowly removing your hand from his as two men rushed your way in matching gray shorts and navy polos. There was a massive yacht with Down to Business lettered across the back and Avio Technologies along the side.  

"That's it," Bradley confirmed, slipping his black sunglasses on as he reached to shake hands with the two men who introduced themselves as Antonio and Nikolai. Bradley told them your name, and they both took your hand in turn. "She's my intern for the summer," he said smoothly, and then they started to unload your luggage. 

"Let's go," you said, glancing back at Bradley as you started down toward the marina gate, and then he was right next to you again with a few long strides. "I hope you can find your Armani swim shorts quickly, because that pool is calling my name." 

"I can, actually. One of the benefits to only bringing two suitcases." He helped you over the gap, and as soon as you were on the yacht, you felt at home. You knew this was going to be the summer you needed.

"Let's go meet the captain," he murmured, his hand finding your back again. 

"Do you think he has more champagne?"

"Ivy... it's nine in the morning."

"I'm still on San Diego time."

Bradley paused for a beat while he did the math. "It's one in the morning back home."

"Exactly," you told him with a little pout that you knew wouldn't actually faze him. He just smiled as he guided you past the pool you couldn't wait to jump into and an enormous jacuzzi. You walked through a dining room that could seat twelve people and past a fully stocked bar. It was like the best offerings from your sorority house and your dad's estate all rolled into one.

"Welcome aboard!" boomed a voice with a French accent. "We've been expecting you. I'm Captain Marcell." He was probably in his sixties with gray hair and a matching beard, and he reminded you a bit of your favorite professor at UPenn.

"Pleasure," you replied, shaking his hand after Bradley told him your name.

Next to him were lined up two friendly looking women, one with short brown hair and one with long brown hair. Beatriz and Lucia, the stewardesses, would be taking care of everything you needed. And next to them was an attractive man wearing a bit of a scowl. 

"I'm Rocco. The chef. I can make anything. I don't like changing the menu at the last minute."

Oh, you liked him already as you shook his hand. And then your heart fluttered as Bradley said, "I need to speak with you about removing any cherries from the yacht before we leave the marina." 

"Cherries?" Rocco asked, scowling deeper.

Bradley glanced at you as he removed his sunglasses, and his mustache twitched. "Yes. Can't have any onboard. That applies to the kitchen and the bars. My intern has an allergy."

"I'll take care of it," Rocco replied before turning away, and you'd never been more certain that someone would take care of something in your life. Then Captain Marcell handed Bradley a folder.

"Rough itinerary. Weather report for the week. List of phone numbers. Please let me know how long you'd like to spend in each port. I can of course adjust anything as needed. Now if you will select your cabins, Antonio and Nikolai will deliver your luggage."

"Thank you," Bradley replied, handing the folder to you. "You're in charge of this. Now why don't we head down so you can choose a room?" He nodded his head toward a wide set of stairs.

You walked down to the lower deck, and once you and he were alone again, he pointed to the left. "The sooner we get settled, the sooner the swim trunks come out?" you asked softly. 

"Something like that." His soft chuckle was right behind you as you stopped at a mint green door with gold trim.

"Is this my room?" you asked, placing your hand on the doorknob. There was a little keypad next to it. 

"If you want it to be," he replied. "Or, there are three others you can choose from."

"Which one are you taking?"

His eyes flitted from your face to a spot a little further down the hallway. "White door."

When you turned to investigate, you saw a pink door directly across from that one. "Wouldn't it be easier if my room was near yours?"

"Probably." His expression was neutral, but that damn mustache was giving him away. 

"I'll take the pink one."

"Very good. I'll get the room codes from Beatriz, and I'll tell them where to deliver the luggage."

"Great," you replied, still standing close to him, but he didn't move.

"Perfect," he said, brown eyes focused on yours. The hallway was narrow, and now he was placing his hands on his trim hips, taking up even more space. "Try not to get into too much trouble while you look around."

Finally he turned toward the stairs, but you called his name right away. "Bradley?" He glanced back over his shoulder with a questioning look. "Thanks for mentioning the cherries."

"Sure," he replied easily. "I got you, Ivy." Then he was walking back up the stairs and out of sight.

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We are about to set sail. Let's get into a little trouble. Let's have a little fun. Already feeling a little tension between Bradley and Ivy League. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[filled-with-fat]

Things I love about being super morbidly obese 🤤🍔🍔🍟🍕🫃

1. Belly rubs. Everyday as my belly grows and widens, it gets softer and squishy, and it’s more enjoyable for my husband to play with it :) … he loves to trace all my stretch marks and push his fingers in my flab.

2. How my face has changed (for the better). I used to be really skinny and my cheek bones were very defined, whereas now my cheeks have obviously gotten fatter, they look like two swollen balloons, that sit above my triple chin. Personally, I think that skinny faces look mean and brutish (even though I’m sure most skinny people aren’t!), while fat faces look kinder and happier. I would dare to say I look more approachable and fun??

3. How huge and sensitive my moobs are! They’re erect almost all the time now, as they look bulbous perched upon my huge belly. I love squishing them and tickling them, they feel so massive and soft!

4. The stares I get in public. Naturally, being my size I get a lot of stares from people in public, disapproving and critical stares. People will occasionally come up to me and remind me how I’m 3x more likely to die young being obese etc etc, and I can never walk past a group of teenage boys without being fat shamed. But honestly this turns me on, and I know it’s a very different experience for a lot of other people my size (so I am definitely not condoning fat shaming!), but for me personally it’s a very sensual experience and reminds me of just how fat I am. I have always wanted to be perceived as some1 who is exceedingly overweight, so when people mock me or stare at me in public, this acts as validation in a way.

5. How good s*x is! I can confirm that it is true … the fatter you are, the more pleasurable s*x is. There’s simply more of me, more rolls and pockets of fat that cover me, thicker thighs and an enormously big butt, and this gives my husband more places to play with. My d*ck is also hidden under my huge hairy fat pad, so when we play down there, it takes longer for my husband to explore all the right areas and s*ck me off, and honestly this gives me so much more pleasure as it just takes longer and my levels of eroticism build. I also think it’s another way of self-validation; when I look at how much space I take up as I saddle my husband, and how my fat swamps his body, I can’t help but be overwhelmed by lust, and my husband loves my body as well, he worships my fat, I feel like my sole purpose is to gain weight for him, I am his sex doll.

I hope this list helps encourage anyone else who has thought about how much better their life would be if they gained weight, to start their journey! I want to say every1 super morbidly obese! :))

[thiccschief]

Coach's Big Secret, Pt. 2

Part two of (three, probably?)

As usual this will be longer than I expected lol. Part three coming soon!

Contains rapid male weight gain, sexual themes, bloating. Slight inflation themes, but mostly weight gain.

Part one is here.

“Ohhh shit!” You let out a moan as you feel the cream flow faster through the nozzle and into you. You can feel the pressure in your belly increase as it fills with the fattening cream. Simultaneously, you watch with both fear and arousal as your body rapidly transforms. You’re getting fatter much faster now! “I’ve gotta be at least… 250 at this point.” You say as your hands explore your rapidly softening body.

“Hm… let’s find out! I fitted the middle of the room with a high-capacity scale beneath the floor.” Coach replies as he walks over to the wall and turns on a display. In large, red numbers “254. Shit big guy, your body is absorbing the cream nice and fast.” Coach grins and walks behind you, and gently helps you squeeze out of your now incredibly tight shirt. “You won’t be fitting into this again…” He says in a low, gruff tone.

Coach then positions himself directly behind you and reaches his strong arms around your belly, and begins to gently rub it. “You’re doing great, big guy. Just keep breathing and let it happen. I can’t wait to see what my special recipe does to you…” He whispers in that low, dominant tone, making you shiver. While one hand rubs your swelling gut, his other makes its way down to your throbbing manhood, and gently gives it a couple strokes. “And I can tell that you’re just as excited as me, big boy.”

“Fuck sir…” you manage to say. This is all so arousing, it was almost paralyzing. All you can think is that you need more. To be bigger. To let Coach have his way with you.

He gives your belly a firm slap before walking around to admire you from the front. “Shit, you’re really filling out! I mean look at these…” He gives your fattening tits a good jiggle, grazing your nipples. You let out a moan, your nipples have never felt so sensitive before! It has to be something to do with the cream, or growing bigger. Coach grins as you mischievously “you like that, fat boy? If you think those tits are sensitive now, just you wait…”

You look up at the screen. 268. You’re really piling it on now. As you look in the mirror, you notice your love handles are really becoming prominent. Additionally, your ass is now significantly larger than it was even ten minutes ago. And most surprisingly, your dick is starting to get buried beneath an encroaching fat pad. “Shit sir… how big are you going to make me?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure yet. I think…” Coach pauses for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. “I think we’ll know it when we see it. But I’m thinking big. I want to show you off to the other boys on the team, and shock them with how much of a lardass you’ve become.”

Your face growing red with embarrassment at the thought of facing the team like this, you're also incredibly turned on at the thought. “Shit yeah. Make me your fucking prize hog.” You reply. As hot as it is, it still feels surreal talking to your coach like this. It’s almost like a dream.

277. “Hmm… definitely in chubby territory now, but still way too small…” Coach says as he gives your belly a hard slap. “I think you can take a little more, don’t you think?”

“Yes sir” you reply, eagerly waiting to see what Coach has in store. You watch as he picks up the remote again, and presses a button. You instantly hear the pump in the tank increase its speed and feel the cream rush into you faster, inducing a moan to escape your mouth.

“There we go, big guy. So I will admit, I haven’t done much testing with this speed or beyond, so it may fill you faster than your body can absorb the cream. This might cause some… side effects. Just relax and you’ll be fine.” Coach says, encouragingly.

“I can take it, give it to me, sir!” You reply, eager to please Coach. You see him grin in response.

Back to his low, gruff tone, “Yeah? What a greedy hog. I love watching you swell up like this, it’s so fucking hot.” Coach then undoes his belt and drops his khakis, revealing his massive bulge in his boxers. Noticing your gaze, he grabs his bulge with one hand and gives it a shake. “I know you want this too, big boy. Maybe when we’re done I can top you off…” Coach gives you another sly grin as he returns his attention to your swelling form.

289. You look down and realize you can see nothing except your bloated, growing belly and tits. As you look in the mirror you can see your thighs are now much bigger, paired with your swelling ass.

297. As the cream continues to rush into your ass, the pressure in your belly is building slowly, as if your body cannot absorb it fast enough. Is this what Coach was talking about? It keeps swelling bigger and bigger, giving you a nice, round ballgut. “Coach?” you ask, “I’m getting pretty… bloated.”

“Ah, yeah that can happen. Just relax. Your belly should hold the excess cream until it can be absorbed to make you bigger. Just enjoy the feeling of fullness. It’s part of the fun” he replies, calmly. “You’re doing great, big guy.”

323. As you continue to get fatter and fatter, the pressure inside your belly is getting more and more intense as well. “Fuck… Coach… It’s getting really tight…” You say, your breathing heavy as you rub your swollen belly.

Coach pauses the machine and walks up behind you, reaching his arms around your belly. He begins gently rubbing your belly in circular motions and leans his head to the side, his lips near your ear. “You’re doing great so far, champ” he whispers in a low tone. “Just relax and let it happen. Just submit to the cream.”

As Coach rubs your belly, helping the calories absorb into your body, your belly rumbles softly. “Shit that feels good, sir…” You say, your head back and eyes shut in relief. You feel your belly rumble again and suddenly *buuUrrRp* “Sorry Coach…” You say, meekly.

“Making room for more, big guy?” Coach says with a chuckle. “Just let it all out, bud. Relax and let it all happen.” He slowly pulls away and gives your belly a pat. “Alright. Ready? I think you should be good to take some more.”

“Yes sir. Make me bigger!”

Part three is here.

[allfattenedup]

Hello and what great progress, exceptional!!!

I see myself in you even if I'm just starting out... cause I was also a thin athlete, even too thin at certain times, I can ask you what pushed you to start and after the first phases what did you did it push you to move forward and never go back?

Thankyou!

Thank you so much!

I've told this story a few times but not for a while. So I have always had this kink. But I was also pretty vain, lol. I don't mind admitting that. I wanted to look hot, it was important to me. So, I won't say I buried the kink - I definitely jerked off to pretty much only fat guys and girls, and even fantasized heaps about myself getting fat, but I was just really strict in my mind that it was a fantasy only and that I'd never actually do it to myself.

Eventually, it became overwhelming. In hindsight I realise it was a self sustaining cycle — I was working out more and taking better care of my looks to try to drown out the desire, but the more I did that, the more delicious the thought of ruining it all became in my mind. The pull became way too strong. It was all I was thinking about all the time.

So, I did eventually make a deal with myself that I would gain 20lbs, just to get it out of my system, and then lose it before anyone really noticed.

That was the best/worst/best/worst decision I ever made.

Because oh my god, if I thought fantasizing about myself with a belly was hard to resist, actually having one? Actually watching and feeling one grow and wobble and push over my waistband? A potent lifelong sexual fantasy coming to life like that? Fuck me, I didn't stand a chance.

It got out of control real fucking fast. I swelled like crazy. Got the heavy hanging stomach of my dreams and nightmares. Got a pair of moobs, got a double chin and a fat face. I quickly realised I also had an embarrassment kink and with that, the guardrails just came off. The safety net burned up. The thought of having to face people in this body was as delicious as it was horrifying so there was no way I could stop myself from making it worse and worse and worse. I've done a few different drugs in my life and I have NEVER been as out of my mind as I was during that period of time. Absolutely off my face on lust.

Although it's not quite true that I never went back. I exploded with fat so fast that it seriously freaked me out. And even though I was literally getting off on the panic of how obese I was, eventually it became too much and I did actually lose a lot of weight. Not down to my original weight but enough that people were congratulating me everywhere I went for how "good I was looking". It felt nice, honestly. I missed the erotic tornado of weight gain, but it was kind of nice to feel normal again, to feel a little bit confident in my looks again, and I promised I'd leave this whole surreal experience behind me. But then eventually... it was all I was thinking about all the time. It became overwhelming. The pull became too strong.

I should have known what would happen. I came back to tumblr. Explained myself, showed my weight loss. People were really kind and supportive. I admitted that I just wanted to be part of the community again but I'm not gonna be gaining any weight back. And then that became 'I'm only gonna gain a tiny bit of weight back'. And then for probably about a year I was "not gaining" while slowly getting fatter and fatter. I started a Patreon and the thought of being fattened for a living started to ping that overwhelming desire again. My body started to take on a different shape than it did in my first gain. So all of a sudden that made everything new and hot again. I was in denial for wayyyy longer than was reasonable. I somehow managed convinced myself I wasn't really gaining on purpose, meanwhile I was ordering a second pint of Ben & Jerry's while still shoving down the first. I'm sure half of you guys knew I was intentionally gaining again before I did. And that's where we are now. I gained slower this time. My body is handling it better. Seems to me the only way from here is up 😈📈🥵

[p0rk-guts]

HUSKER!!!! Husk. Whatever. THIS OLD CAT!!!! ^ - ^

comparison + breakdown ⬇️

Look idk what possible lore reasons there could be for Husk having bird wings and tail feathers whether it's hidden somewhere online or to be determined later in the show even though I can't for the life of me even guess why they're there (if you've got any hc's tho I'd love to hear em) but I just got rid of em entirely, at least for the time being. Declutters him a little. They're definitely a little much.

And I've always hated those buttons on his chest fur... Are they part of his pattern.... Are they hot glued on...... What is it with Viv and melting clothing and flesh together.........

He also does NOT look 60-70 like at all (pretty sure that's canon but I just got it off the wiki) so I tried to remedy that by giving him more wrinkles and creases. He's a Persian cat thing now bc some of them really do be lookin like mustache wearing old guys fr. Also his neck fluff is sorta supposed to allude to facial hair w/ some greying sprinkled in! He's officially like... 62 now. + He's fatter bc 1) beer belly 2) Persian cat build and 3) Vivzie twink fatigue

Husk's outfit is objectively silly for his grown ass to be wearing but I like the hc I've seen around as that being a stipulation in his deal with Alastor where he figuratively and literally "took the shirt off his back". Considering how as an overlord he had a nice suit and he (possibly. Definitely In headcanons) doesn't even like showing off sinner features, or his body at all, especially not in such a way. Is this canonically the case? Probably not. But hey 🤷🏾‍♀️

I made some comparatively minimal changes there. I undid his tie bc man's usually drunk and doesn't have the energy to fuss with it. I also gave the ends a bit of a spade shape. The clasps on his suspenders are meant to be clovers and there are still hearts on his hands. For the diamond face... I kinda tried to put it into his tail? But that's kinda iffy so 3.5/4 card faces achieved 👍🏾

Turned his top hat into a more flat wide brim hat that i could NOT for the life of me find a name for... Just wider fedoras I think? but they seemed to be kinda popular at the time. For my Husk, as an overlord he occasionally wore a fancy top hat when he was showing off, and now this is like. His downgrade replacement he's got to wear. + Some playing cards tucked into the hat band!

Made those yellows his primary colors bc in my rewrite greed is gold and I definitely think that would've been one of his major sins in life. Also a bit of gluttony too, which I made orange, so I added some of those tones in there. Allsoo after fussing with the colors for literal days I stilllll kindahateemalittle BUT IT'S FINE. I'll figure it out

And that's all for him!! Realized I forgot to put the little anti Viv banner on my last post but then again idgaf fr it's whatever. If you don't know I hate her you'll learn before long

And, of course, dvelopment sketches 4 sticking around!!!!

Ok that's all bye ✌🏾🧍🏾‍♀️

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

There's so many twinks and not enough bears in this area. Can you turn me into the thick hairy leather bear of my dreams? You can twist it however you want, have fun with it.

I agree. There aren’t enough bears. I’m glad to have you willing join the ranks. And since you mentioned there being sooo many twinks I can only deduce that you are one of them yourself.

But it’s time to kiss that body goodbye as you join the snake insular masculinity. You Anna picture in the mirror flexing your abs. There are so many twinks in your area it’s not even worth loading the pic to your Grindr account. Putting your phone down you can’t help but feel a wave of heat hit you all at once as your pits being a swamp and your feet begin to pool sweat on the floor. Looking back in the mirror you see a thick. Almost black 5 o clock shadow forming on your face while your brow bone thickens. Your hair becomes shorter and wind. Untamable as it becomes jet black. Your stagger back. Not sure what to think but then you feel it. Swelling. You look down seeing yourself tented at a full 8 inches in your underwear but your stomach is pushing outwards. Abs disappearing as you see your own member slowly but surely disappearing from view as your cock is swallowed in a fat pad. Making it 6inches long. And that’s when hard. Being a bear you didn’t think you would lose your cock length but it’s worth it. You begin rubbing your stomach as you feel the weight setting on your back and you have to lean on the wall for support. Your chest puffs out and says slightly as the fat continues to build on your frame and your arms loose all definition as the fat grows in. Even your legs fatter along with your thighs as your feet get thicker. Taking your from a size 11 to a size 14 1/2 wide. And I mean WIDE. The 5 oclock shadow in your face had grown into a full on beard now. So thick you’re not even sure you can shave it. Guess what tho… you can’t. It will grow back instantly. Thicker. And bigger than before every time you do that. And your body now begins to go through another change. Hair sprouting on ever once of your body. Making your sweaty work as the hair begins to get sticky and wet with all the heat you’re putting off. Soon your back is covered and connects with the front like a full carpet. Stretching down all the way to your toes in an unbroken pelt of thick back fur. The last change happens to your face…your eyes specifically. Making you squint all the time. Is it out of anger ? Horniness? No one can tel as you’re the epitome of a beat now. Your grinder profile has updated automatically to match this new bearish form you have and you hear your phone blowing up. You shoot to attention immediately in your underwear. Sweating even more just to add to the musky you’re putting off. Hungrily you begin to respond to all the thinks your new member demands you plow. You’re never going to be alone again. You’re curse to unable to be sexually satiated. You’ll always want more. Harder. Rougher. And of course. You’re the top for good now in this big musky bear of a body you now have. Welcome to the top of the food chain.

[chubbycelebs]

The Big Boys (part 3)

The dark room was filled with a sweet musky smell, the smell of sweat and food that clouded the room. The floor was scattered with food wrappers and empty containers, bottles of milkshakes, fizzy pop and beers. Clothes were thrown around all over the place, T-shirts and jeans, socks and stretched out underwear. The room was a complete state which reflected the boys inside the room. The large bed had a think cover over the top of it, which was tangled in the two boys that occupied it. The cover was barely big enough to cover the two large boys body, a few of their limbs poking out getting air. A thick hairy leg, a once muscly arm, one huge ass. One of the boys began to stir in their sleep, rolling over and sliding their legs out from under the cover. As he heaved him self out of the soft bed, a quick low toned fart squeezed out of his fat ass. The other boy didn’t even flinch still sleeping like a hog. The boy waddled over to the door of the bedroom and opened it.

The corridor light flooded the room as Zayn stepped out into the light. We huffed and groaned, still waking up, as he marched his way to the kitchen, his expanded naked body on full display. Once reaching the kitchen he was met with the sight of Liam, the fifth member of their group. He was sat in his underwear (still having some modesty compared to the other chunky boys) hunched over a bowl of cereal, slowly munching his way through it. He glanced up as the naked Zayn made a beeline for the fridge. “Fuck me Zayn, cover up next time. No one wants to see all that at this time Jesus” Liam says throwing up a hand to cover Zayns privates. Zayn didn’t respond just giving a slight grunt as he opened the fridge and pulled out some left over cake from the night before. About a third of the cake was left which he just plonked down on the table opposite to where Liam was sat. He pulled out a fork and started making his way through the last third of the cake. “Jesus what have you done to your self Zayn?” Liam asks unable to take his eyes away from the pig that was sat opposite him. Compared to the slim, toned, muscly Zayn he knew a few months ago this was a completely different person. Where his muscles once were, they were now filled with thick fat. His stomach had no definition, just a large slab of lard that jiggled when he breathed. His chest was thick and covered in hair. He was unrecognisable if it wasn’t for his face and tattoos.

“Just enjoying life Liam stop being so up your own arse” Zayn responds not taking the nonsense Liam was spewing.

“There’s enjoying life and then becoming a fucking butter ball mate come on.” Zayn just rolls his eyes and carries on shovelling mounds of cake into his mouth. “Let me take you to the gym or sommit please. Cant be living like this” Liam says in a ditch effort to sort his mate out.

“Fuck that. I like being fat and so does Niall. Not stepping food in a gym ever again” Zayn finally snaps back at Liam.

For once Liam is quiet and has nothing to say. He looks puzzled at Zayn now confused by what he just said. “What do you mean Niall likes it?” He finally gets out.

“Jesus Christ you that thick mate. We’ve been fucking for months and we both enjoy being fat so yeah. Sorry you can’t stand to look at such a prized hog.” Zayn starts to stand up and picks up what’s left of the cake he hadn’t quite finished. “I’m going back to bed now. Sorry for disturbing you with my fat.” Zayn slaps his gut and then walks out of the kitchen, cake in hand.

Liam watched with his mouth open as Zayns fat ass jiggled on his way out. He can’t believe the information he had just found out. Not only were Zayn and Niall fucking they were getting each other fatter?! They were willingly blowing them selves up into huge hogs?! Without even noticing the thought left a tent shape in his underwear and a quickened pulse. He knew he had to go tell Louis and Harry what he found out.

Without finishing his cereal he pushed him self back and quickly walked out of the kitchen. He made his way down the corridor and round to where Louis bedroom was. He quickly knocks on the door and doesn’t wait for a response and pushes the door open. “Louis you’ll never guess what I… OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY.”

As Liam opened the door he was met by the sight of a fattened Louis on all fours getting fucking hard and fast by a much larger Harry. Liam caught a glimpse of their soft glistening body’s and saw the amount of food that circled their bed. Harry and Louis quickly turned round to the door and instantly stopped fucking each other collapsing on the bed. Liam slammed the door shut and ran quickly to his bedroom.

He was pacing back and forth murmuring to him self. “I can’t believe it. They are all fat. And fucking each other. All of them! Fuck me what’s happened to them all? Oh god. Jesus fucking christ.”

After probably a few hours of pacing around his room, Liam finally decided his plan of action. He picks up his phone and sends a message into the boys group chat. “Can we all meet in the living room now please. I wanna talk to you all.”

All the boys respond and agree to meet in the living room.

When Liam arrives he is the only one fully clothed. The sight of seeing all the boys he once viewed as fit in shape lads was not the one he was met with now. He first saw Niall who was just sat naked on the sofa. He had blown up almost becoming unrecognisable with how much fat he had put on. He almost seemed smug of the fact that his belly was covering his dick. Next to him was Zayn who at least had the modesty to put some joggers on even if they were skin tight to this thickened thighs. He had a hand placed on Niall’s thigh that he was periodically squeezing. Next to Zayn was Louis who just like Niall had become almost unrecognisable with the amount of fat he had pilled onto his body. Everything sagged on him, his chest, his belly, even his arms and thighs seemed to. He was wearing a very tiny and very tight pair of briefs that left nothing up to the imagination. Then next to fat Louis was the fattened Harry. My god what had he done. Probably the hottest member before this had turned into one fat bastard Liam thought to him self as he took a seat opposite the boys. A round belly replaced his once flat abs. His love handles spilled over his jock strap which was also oozing fat from his ass and thighs. What had he become of him self?

Liam didn’t even know where to start with this. Seeing all the boys sat opposite him looking that that really just threw him through a loop.

“We can explain our selves” Harry finally mustered up to say.

“Oh please do Harry enlighten me” Liam said a little snappy.

Harry took a slight breath in and a glance at Louis who gave him a little smile of reassurance. “Well you see, me and Louis have been seeing each other for a few months now, probably six or so months and well erm… you remember that night we were saying that Louis had put on a few and so had Niall?” Harry paused but was met with no reaction by Liam. “Well” he continued “it kind of sparked something for me and for Louis and that we wanted to see what it would be like if we continued to fatten up. And I know this isn’t exactly normal but we are all very happy with how we are. We are happy with each other and happy having a bit extra layers on us. Really there is nothing to worry about.” Harry was looking at Liam who was trying not to make eye contact with any of the boys, or their bellies, or in Niall’s case his dick. A few of the other boys reiterated Harry’s final point of having nothing to worry about. There was an awkward pause waiting for a response from Liam.

“Why did no one tell me?” He says in a low voice not even looking at the boys now. They all looked around at each other. Louis was the first one to speak.

“Well you weren’t exactly the nicest when I started gaining weight. Even when I was gaining by accident every time you’d see me you’d call me “chubs” or poke my belly or ass” he said quite confidently but with a bit of compassion in his voice, trying not to sound too harsh or like he was telling him off.

“Yeah you were similar to me as well” Niall said “like when I came out of the shower and all you did was jiggle my belly calling me a lard arse” Niall couldn’t even keep a straight face as he said it. “Which isn’t wrong I am” this was met with a few laughs from the boys “but it came across as quite like diminishing you get me?” Liam gives a little nod in response.

“The idea was to always tell you Liam that we were seeing each other” Harry says “but we didn’t know how to say that we were getting with other and fattening each other up.” Harry also was slightly smiling now.

“Just thought you’d notice and just accept that is how it is now” Zayn says.

They all way now for Liam to say something.

“I don’t have an issue with you guys seeing each other or being erm… like into erm…”

“Becoming fat fucks?” Niall finishes off. A few bits giggle.

“No no well yeah but ya get me.” The boys nod smiling. “To be honest I think everything I said to you Niall and Louis it was sort of like my own insecurity maybe? Like I used to be a fat kid and I remember I enjoyed just eating what I wanted and not worrying about it but in secondary school like what people say to you fucking suck. I didn’t wanna be the fat kid of the school even though I enjoyed everything that came with it. I guess I was just pushing that onto you guys and I’m really sorry…” Liam trails off. The boys had never known that about Liam before. Louis gets to and puts an arm around Liam and slowly rubs it. Liam can feel the warm soft flesh pushed against his body.

“It’s fine Liam don’t worry. That’s horrible what you had to go through but you don’t have to worry around us. I mean look at us all” Louis gestures to the group. “We are all fat assess now! Don’t worry about it. Be who you wanna be here. We all still love you”

Around the group is nodding and a few agreeing yeses. Liam looks up with a grin on his face. “Thank you guys. Thank you so much.” All the boys get up and go into one big fat hug all squishing up against each others. “Can we order a maccies now?” Liam asks which is met with a very positive response from the fat boys.

Part 3 of the Big Boys!!! Really hope you guys are enjoying this story. This part is a little shower but definitely needed to get Liam added to the mix. Will be exploring what he decides to do in the next part or so… Hope you guys are looking forward to the next few parts. They will be going back to more gainer focused again looking at how the boys are fattening each other up so well. Hope you’re all enjoying it still!!

[fatguarddog]

You've been holding down a steady office job for a few months now and it's definitely had an affect on your waistline. You've never really been skinny, but all the sitting around and idle snacking has made you noticeably plump up, especially when your boss seems to make sure that you always get the last of the donuts or pizza that he sometimes orders in to share on Fridays

One day, he calls you into his office and smiles warmly as you walk in... something behind that smile makes you blush without realising. "Have a seat," he begins as you make yourself comfortable, then he stands and begins to walk over to you

"It's pretty obvious to me that you've been stress eating at work and I was just wondering if everything was ok with you at home?" he asks without a hint of judgement. You open your mouth to speak but the words choke in your mouth as his hands come down to rest firmly on your shoulders, gently rubbing at some of the pudge around the top of your arms. "See I figured were things a bit more relaxed for you, you'd be much fatter than this by now..." you gasp as his hands move to fondle your plush chest, highlighting what doughy handfuls they've become

"You've gained quite a bit of weight since starting here... it's looks good on you," he leans to where you can feel his face beside yours, his breath hot on your neck. "I just assumed you'd be fatter by now, but maybe the stress isn't helping..." he muses as he begins to massage at your chest, your face turning bright red as you try to compose yourself to no avail. "I guess I could take some jobs off your plate, split them between the rest of the team... that way your plate will be nice and clear for more donuts or pizza, or whatever treats I can slide your way each day... oh and do please still bring lunch from home, my treats aren't exactly fit for a full meal..." he trails off and you can hear the smile in his voice as he says, "yet, at least."

You feel so hot, your mind is boiling at the thought of your boss wanting to make you fatter for seemingly his own pleasure. Deep down though, you can't deny how freeing and easy it has been to put on so much weight lately... maybe this wouldn't be so bad. "Ooo, I could even promote you to my receptionist," he continues as his chin rests against your shoulder and his hands slide further down to give your belly some attention, "really get a front row seat to you outgrowing all your clothes and giving you a little less distance to waddle over when I want to see you in here." He pats at your belly before suddenly sinking his fingers in hard, making you gasp and just hardly stifle a moan

"So what do you say?" he purrs gently in your ear, "Let yourself go and be a good fat slut for me?"

[jhoneybees]

How could you not find him attractive in his later years?

Look at that smile🥺

Alright, if you all know what this post is going to be about then that's great, for those who don't then you may scroll past or keep reading.

I definitely don't want my blog to become ranting about drama and disagreements or anything, I'm just willing to share my opinion on this matter.

Please just ignore if I don't make sense but there has been something going on about sexualizing Elvis in his later years, some people don't like him in his 'fatter' stage which is fine, understandable, not your type, but to go tell people that it's disgusting and disrespectful to sexualize him.

One thing, those people you're saying that to they love him in so many ways than one. Definitely not just because of his looks and two it's not just Elvis that gets sexualized.

For those who like him for his looks, that's great, I think he's a sexy, breedable, adorable, sweet man as well.

Anyways, it's not very respectful for you to force something like this on others. If you don't agree with what we're doing then sorry to be the break of bad news but that's just too bad.

I don't know about others but I really do think for us to love him even in his later years, it would make him so happy and loved. I've read somewhere he's had a face lift and you know why? Of course, it's to keep being good looking on screen and pictures but it's also because he was insecure.

Now just think about that, would you like it if people are laughing and calling you names for your weight and figure even though your mind is already filled with terrible self doubting thoughts and not only that but having awful, energy draining health conditions?

And how about even after you pass there are people, forty odd years into the future, doing the same thing? Saying that you 'lost your good looks' because of your growing, wider figure?

Would you like that?

To me it seems like you're just being disrespectful.

I just think we gotta support each other with what we like, love and enjoy and I really do think Elvis would think the same.

[fulgurbugs]

another doll post!

they cut me from work early, so i had time to stop by my walmart and see if catty was in. she was! i picked her up with some birthday money for 24.99.

forgot to get a pic of her in the box. here she is unboxed tho! she has saran with microbraids around her hairline (be careful, these come undone easily.)

initial thoughts: while her outfit is cute… it’s missing a littleeee bit of flair. some shoe paint, or maybe a jacket, like in her concept art? these little shoulder things are kind of horrendous. (and they kept coming unvelcroed under her pits.) might look into making her something.

now, there’s a reason i i got excited about catty when i was previously unenthused about her. and that’s her new body sculpt! let’s cut to the chase, that’s what we want to see.

here she is! she is now the biggest MH sculpt, by quite a significant amount. luckily she can still fit on this stand, but it has to grab her right at the underboob at her thinnest point.

it doesn’t photograph well, but she has a pink-tinged iridescence to her body, that could read like shiny fur. it looks great, and makes her look very glittery and dimensional.

wide and back views. i love that she actually has a bit of a tummy, and she also has a much thicker tail than toralei. (i wasn’t able to yank the tail out, tho i think it’s supposed to come off.)

here’s some comparisons with some of the other ghouls. she’s a medium height girl, and i’d say she’s slightly thicker in the body and thighs than abbey, though the way she’s proportioned give her a fatter body type compared to her.

it’s more evident when they’re turned to the side. draculaura only has larger thighs, so if we specially compare to abbey, you can see cattys even larger thighs and her stomach compared to abbeys flat one.

she has smaller feet (same as draculaura’s size.) her hands are also standard size.

back to the doll with her clothes on. here’s her boots, as is mh doll tradition

cool sculpt, definitely need paint. probably a pretty simple project to do, but all those buckles and chains are just begging for a layer of silver. only a teeeeny bit got silver paint, which i think is a shame. allegedly most of the budget for catty went into developing her sculpt, so her outfit definitely is a little lacking….

face card. i adore ADORE her makeup, the little stars…. the side glance… augh. my favorite part is her lip paint, though. the gradient looks absolutely lovely.

the accessories. since this is catty’s core doll, she comes with some of the core staples: her phone, a backpack, her pet cat amulette, and some sunglasses. in addition, she has a mic, a broken hand mirror, a water bottle, and some sheet music

here’s inside the backpack and her sheet music open. (the sheet music is literally just a little piece of paper lol.)

here’s her with some of her accessories! i decided to restyle her hair a little bit as well, i saw a cute restyle that took her micro braids and made a little side bang with them, and that was simple to replicate, so i did that too. i also made her ponytail higher, which i think looks a lot cuter. i think i wanna give her a little ponytail accessory or something tho… maybe in black? dunno. i also think she looks cute with her glasses on her forehead, so i’m leaving them.

obligatory .5 shot.

and that’s catty noir! (lagoona foot jumpscare). i think she’s a lovely addition to the g3 lineup, and i really, really can’t wait to see what they do with her in another line. her reception (at least in the spaces i lurk) has been so overwhelmingly positive that i think when we see her next, they can really go all out and give her a gorgeous outfit and a fun theme (maybe a skulltimate secrets doll?) it felt appropriate to put her with my monster fest girlies, so she got center stage (sorry cleo and frankie) thanks for reading this far!

[sucka4pain]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!❣︎

haikyuu men with a thicc!s/o

Bokuto Koutarō, Aran Ojiro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Tsukishima Kei

Includes: Ass slapping, sloppy make outs, mentions of sex, sexual tensions, possessiveness, and dirty talk

Probably went a little overboard with Ushijima and Aran but can’t blame me🤭

Pronouns aren’t really mentioned

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Bokuto Koutarō

The PERFECT COUPLE!!

Nothing is better a couple who both have CAKE

He likes to play with your ass. LIKE DRUMS. Not THAT way…

He likes to slap it while you are laying on your stomach.

Even tells you to play with his😭

“Come on Y/n! It’s actually fun!!” “Kou, I’m not gonna mess around with your ass😑” “please?🥺” “…Fine”

Now he’s happy.

Okay but like when he FIRST slapped your ass, he was FLABBERGASTED!

Bro was shocked by the recoil on that thang

When you guys are fucking he ALWAYS has to do back shots first.

Him seeing your ass bounce back on his dick as he breaks your back just gives him heart eyes.

100% has his hands on your ass at ALL times!

Even when making out especially

If you two are out walking and you have on jeans, he has his hand in one of your back pockets.

Aran Ojiro

Ugh black KING😫

He’s an ass man it’s the truth

HE HITS IT FROM THE BACK EVERY TIME!🗣️

Your with your friends in a party and your twerking? He is RIGHT behind you catching it.

“Damn Babe, did your ass get fatter or what?🥴” “It’s the same as always babe😂” “Definitely hitting it from the back again tonight..” “Oh hell nah! You nearly broke my back last time!😭” “Baby that ain’t my fault you walking around with THAT behind you😍”

He is a SUCKERRRRRR for you in jeans

You know damn well he is gonna be staring

Always gives your ass a slap before going in a game or even practice

He does it to kinda embarrass you but he calls it his ‘Good luck charm’

Sloppy make out sessions on his bed with you on his lap. His hands placed on your ass, squeezing and rubbing the soft surface as your arms are wrapped around his neck. Pulling him closer into the kiss making it even messier.

“You wanna fuck?” “Aran No!!” CAN NOT have a make out session without you guys fucking afterwards.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Lets be honest here

He stares with NO shame!

When walking together in public he’s always behind you

He doesn’t want anyone to stare at what’s his

Another one that was flabbergasted when he saw the recoil.

Short scenario:

You and your friends are having fun at a club. Ushijima and his team are chilling and talking. They hear cheers and look over to see you twerking on your friend, having a good ass time. NOW you at the time has TIGHT ass jeans. He blushed a little and his jaw dropped seeing how smooth and effortlessly you where doing it. You where barely moving and yet it was jiggling.

Hugs you from behind just to feel your ass rub against his crotch

As lewd as he thinks it is, he can’t help it

Don’t matter where or what time he is STARING!!

Your cooking and your back is facing towards him? He’s looking

You walk past him to leave and hang out with friends? He’s LOOKING (and tried to sneakily take a picture but fails cause his flash was on)

Even during practice he is staring!

“Wakatoshi quit staring at Y/n and focus on practice!!” Coach yelled and he nods going back to practice.

Tsukishima Kei

Ohohohoho lord…

Every second he gets, he’s slapping that ass

“Oh sorry Y/n, there was a bug on you~” “Mother fucker touch my ass again.” Guess what. He touches it.

Which resulted to him getting kicked where the sun don’t shine!

Looks like someone won’t be having kids!!

Jokes aside, he is VERY possessive

Gets mad at anyone and anything for looking.

Even if a kid just looks at you he’s gonna be like “What are you staring at?”

Like bro chill it’s a kid 💀

Loves to fuck you doggy style in front of a mirror and makes you watch.

“Look at that baby, you like getting pounded like this hm? Such a dirty little slut you are.”

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

Link & Hemisi should not drink alcohol

Hemisi: You know, I wasn’t lying earlier. You look like shit. Like do you even eat? You’ve definitely lost weight.

Link: *shrugs*

Hemisi: You live in a freaking castle. I’ve been out here starving for resources. How am I fatter than you.

Link: I’m fine.

Hemisi: You say that like it’s your catchphrase. I know what’s happening here.

Link: *glances at her and then yelps as she takes his face in her hands and squishes his cheeks*

Hemisi: Link. I mean this with all my heart. STOP. BEING. A DOORMAT.

Link:

Hemisi:

Link: I want to kill them.

Hemisi, letting him go: Uh, what?

Link: The nobles. I want to kill them. I want to see the light fade from their eyes. I want to use my sword again.

Hemisi:

Link:

Link: See? It’s better for me to just be a doormat.

Hemisi, shrugging: I mean, I wanted to burn Hyrule to the ground. We could start a support group.

Link, snorting: Hemisi—

Hemisi: I think “Murderers Anonymous” has a nice ring to it.

Link: Hemisi, for Hylia’s sake, I’m not letting you burn Hyrule to the ground, I’m here to negotiate trade with you!

Hemisi, sighing: I know, I know.

Link: Now’s the part where you tell me not to kill the nobles.

Hemisi: Oh I’m absolutely not discouraging you, those fuckers deserve it.

Link: Hemisi NO—