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Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Discovered" Mature/Drabble [2]

FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE Summary: Imagine: Your mom had to find out eventually. This is how.

AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present and Pregnant (See Masterlist->FNAF->Stepdad William ) Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, Explicit sexual content, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Dark!William, Manipulative William.

The sunlight caught the subtle movement of your swollen belly as you scrolled through your phone, perched on the edge of the couch. You didn't notice it, but your mom did. The little foot that brushed past the skin you so desperately tried to hide from her.

Her eyes narrowed and she strode toward you, hands shaking. In one swift motion, she yanked up your loose-fitting tunic, exposing your rounded stomach. The tiny foot clearly visible and destroying any hope of lying that you were just getting fatter.

"I knew it," she hissed, her voice laced with anger and disbelief. "You're pregnant. It's undeniable now."

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear and guilt swirled within you. You had known that you couldn’t hide it forever, but your stepdad had made you bite your tongue time after time again. Don’t tell her anything. Lie. I’m not the father.

“How long?” Your mom asked you angrily, tears started to roll down her cheeks. Her own pregnant tummy, a bit rounder than yours, was jutted forward, into your vision, reminding you once again of how your stepdad played you both.

“How long have you known? How long did you try to keep this hidden from me?” She didn’t sound angry but upset, broken, betrayed. It broke your heart to hear. Her child, her pregnancy, was talked about like a trophy. A miracle baby. Whilst yours…

You bit your lip. Stupid hormones. You wanted to cry, crawl away and hide. Where was your stepdad when you needed him? When all shit hit the fan?

"Mom, I didn't know until the doctor told me," you whispered, a bold lie, trying to keep your voice steady. "Remember the doctor's appointment? The one you had insisted I’d go to because I kept getting sick, throwing up a lot?"

Her face turned red. “So you knew since then,” she deduced and you decided to bite your tongue. You had known you were pregnant long before your mom found out about her pregnancy. Even if your due dates were nearly identical. Your stepdad had been too eager to have you pee on a stick and stake his claim, reminding you of the seed he planted inside of you ever since. You couldn’t forget for a single day that you were carrying his child. It was as if he got even hornier now that you were pregnant with his baby. You caried the bruises to prove it.

But luckily, your mom was too upset to see through your lie, too distraught to question it further.

"Who is the father?" she demanded, the words sharp as knives. She needed answers; she needed to know who had done this to you.

You hesitated. Your stepfather had told you to never reveal the secret. But could you carry it for much longer? What if you outed him? Would it tear your family apart?

Your heart hammered in your chest as you struggled to find the words, but before you could speak, the door creaked open. William Afton, your stepdad, entered the room. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to your mother's fury. He instantly caught onto the tension in the room and his blue eyes slid from your mother to you and back again.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes slicing through the tension in the room like a knife.

"My daughter is pregnant!" your mom cried, tears streaming down her face. "And she won't tell me who the father is!"

For a moment, an emotion flickered across William's face – something raw and dark. But he hid it quickly, composing himself before turning to you, playing along with your mother's accusations.

"Is that so?” he murmured, and you wished you could slap him across the face because – what a bastard!

“Who was it?" he demanded, a stern edge in his voice.

You stammered, unwilling to reveal the truth, "I-I don't want to answer that."

You could see the look in those blue eyes, as if he silently complimented you for being a good girl. His demeanor, however, was the opposite.

In a swift motion, William jerked your phone from your hands, hurling it across the room where it collided with the wall. The screen cracked, shattering into a spiderweb of broken glass.

“Did you sleep around?” The question surprised you. He knew you hadn’t slept with anyone else. “Did you whore yourself to any of those frat boys?”

He accused you of sleeping around with boys from school? His voice was cold and cutting.

"Answer me!" he pressed, leaning in closer – too close for comfort.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you choked out a lie, "I can't remember."

His gaze bore into you, and you felt like a trapped animal, cornered by the very man who had done this to you. But you couldn't let him see the fear that clenched your insides like a vise. You had to stay strong, even as your world crumbled around you.

"Must've been one of those wild nights, huh?" William sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Lied to us about visiting your friend Patty and went partying instead. Got drunk, didn't you?"

Your mom gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she turned to you. "Is that true? Why would you do something like this?"

She placed a hand on her own pregnant belly, the silent reminder cutting through you like a knife – both of you carrying the same man's child. It was sickening, twisted, and every time you thought about it, bile crept up your throat.

"Answer your mother," William commanded, his voice cold and hard like ice. But words refused to form on your trembling lips, your mind a whirlwind of torment and fear.

Tears streamed down your face, hot and stinging, blurring your vision. Your mother's own tears mirrored yours, her heartache as raw as your own. You wanted to scream, to tell her the truth, but the weight of your secret bound you, choking you silent.

"Get out of our sight!" William barked, his anger barely contained. "You're upsetting your mother! This is the last thing she needs during her pregnancy!"

And you? Your pregnancy?

Your legs felt weak, your body trembling as you stumbled to your room, desperate for refuge from the nightmare that had become your life. The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you off from the world – and leaving you alone with your thoughts, your shame, and your ever-growing horror at what you'd been forced into.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed, hands trembling in your lap. The sound of a knock at the door made you flinch, your breath hitching in your throat as fear gripped you. You expected William, ready to torment you further, and mentally prepared yourself to face him.

But it was your mother who stepped into the room, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from tears. Relief washed over you, but the reality of your situation still kept you tense.

"Can you forgive me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat beside you on the bed, her hand gently resting on your tummy. "I'm upset, but I love you. You’re my kid. Carrying her own kid. It is… a lot to take in."

If only she knew the full extent of it, you thought. How would she react to it? Would it kill her to know? Perhaps William had been right and you should keep your mouth shut.

“I mean, I hadn’t thought to see you pregnant so soon. Perhaps in a few more years once you were older, enjoyed life a bit, settled down with a nice boy.” She played with your hear, smiling weakly but genuinely at you. “I am your mom. I just want what is best for you.”

“I know, Mom,” you whispered, feeling possibly even worse now that your mother was this honest and sweet with you.

“Seems like we’re both going to be moms. That will be a weird experience,” she said, chuckling. “Weird, but wonderful. I am sure.”

You carefully glanced at her. You could feel the weight of her concern, the heaviness of her touch as she acknowledged the life growing inside of you.

"If I had known before," she continued, her voice cracking, "I wouldn't have asked you to do any heavy lifting."

"Mom..." you choked out, your own tears threatening to spill again.

"I won't ask about the dad," she said firmly, her gaze locked with yours, seeking understanding and forgiveness. "That's your secret to keep."

She leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, pulling you into a gentle embrace. You clung to her, letting the warmth and love of your mother's hug wrap around you like a protective shield.

She believed the lie, you realized. She believed you had been foolish enough to sleep with a boy, unprotected and intoxicated. And she believed you had gotten pregnant from some random boy from school.

If only that would have been the case. Then at least you could have had yourself to blame.

As you held each other, thoughts of William's behavior swirled in your mind – his urgency to keep his fatherhood a secret, throwing you under the bus like this. Anger bubbled up inside you, a burning rage that threatened to consume you. How could he do this to you? To your mother?

"Let me cook something for us," your mother murmured, breaking the silence. "A light meal, something delicious," her hand stroked gently past your tummy, feeling a tiny foot or hand press back. She let out a startled laugh. “For us and for our little ones, all right?’

She offered a small, reassuring smile before leaving your room, granting you a moment of solitude to gather your thoughts.

Your hands clenched into fists, the rage inside you growing stronger. William had manipulated everyone, and he was getting away with it. But you wouldn't let him win. No matter what it took, you would break free from his twisted grip on your life.

You couldn't afford to waste any time; you needed to find a way to escape William's control. But how? What would be the best way now that he had you cornered. There was your mom to consider, and her child. Your baby brother or sister - now that was a weird thought.

But there was also you. You were a lot weaker now that you were pregnant. Easily tired. Plus, you had to think of the little life you carried inside of you. You had no job and not enough money saved to survive on your own for a while.

A sudden creak from the doorway made you jump. Tearing you out of your vicious thoughts, it was him. William stood there, his blue eyes locked on you, that familiar sinister smile creeping across his face.

"Your mother's going to be busy for a while," he murmured, closing the door behind him and striding towards you with purpose.

Panic surged through you as he grabbed your arm, yanking you to the edge of the bed. "We have a bit of time," he whispered, fingers tugging at your pants, pulling them down in haste.

"Daddy, please," you begged, but your words fell on deaf ears.

"Shh," he hushed, pushing himself inside you without warning. You gasped, a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure coursing through you. His cock was already rock hard and he wasted no time in starting to rut inside of you. He’d been like this for a while now, fucking you whenever he got the chance. Even during such dangerous moments as these, when your mom was nearby and could walk in any moment.

Yet, he managed to get away with it each time.

"Such a good girl," he purred, hands gripping your hips tightly as he moved within you. "You handled everything so well."

His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept them at bay, focusing on the twisted need in his voice. Your pussy pulsed around him, begging him for his cum as your own climax edged near.

"Promise me you'll be my good girl, won't you?" he whispered, his thrusts reaching a fevered pace. “Promise me, you’ll be a good girl for Dad. Keep his secret. Hmm?”

"Y-yes," you choked out, unable to resist his demands. Your heart pounded as you neared the edge, the room spinning as your climax approached.

"Good," he growled, releasing his grip on your hips as you both reached the peak together.

As you lay there, panting and exhausted, he pulled away, satisfied. But the moment he turned his back, determination flooded through you. This couldn't continue – you had to get away from him. Escape. Find freedom.

And you would do whatever it took.

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The Intern

The intern always tries to take care not to overdo it. While the coffee and breakfast runs would have kept him mostly slim-and-trim from all the bustling around, since he began his largely-unpaid employment here, the treats have had the opposite effect. He has grown rounder, softer…dare he say, fatter? The cheap chinos and tucked-in shirts that used to fit his jock body so well have gotten snug. He can see the seems just beginning to unravel. The buttons on his belly, his chubby chest have gotten tight…far too tight. Far too snug for appearances. Far too squeezing for professionalism. Far too tight for his ever-widening body.

The culprit is the leftovers. The fit hotties at the firm all care about their looks. To lard out is like a death-sentence here, where the poor unfortunate few who failed to keep their bingeing under control became the butts--the rather wide, juicy, jiggly butts--of every fat shaming, humiliating joke.

Knowing this, the intern does his best, trying to keep up with his workouts, saving up so he can let out his clothes if the time comes, trying to eat right to stave off the inevitable. It's little use of course. The employees, all tall and muscular, and handsome, all fit, smile at him, snickering every once in a while as they leave the table, as they watch him blush, the softening jaw of his handsome, chiseled face dropping when he sees the boxes and boxes that have been left. Donuts, Danishes, breakfast pastries, bagels. Boxes of pizza and sandwiches and subs. All mostly-ignored by the employees. All his responsibility to get rid of.

If he only had just a BIT more self-control, the leftovers would find their way into the garbage crates at the side of his apartment. But he doesn't and by the time he arrives, he's always packed at least a few donuts fatter, several pizzas plumper. Thickened by sandwich after sandwich, which seems to appear in his chubbing hand as he drives. The seatbelt grows snugger and so does his regular belt. He's begun to notice the side eye from the employees, the smirking, sideways glances as his belly threatens to puff out over his waistband, as his ass threatens to blow his pants wide open.

Still, he can't seem to stop stuffing himself, to stop his constant eating. And the firm makes it no less difficult. After all, it seems every intern fell to the same unfortunate fate as he, in the years before. And at least he's being fed. If they don't pay him properly, at least they make sure he doesn't starve. Though from the undeniable tubbiness of his body, the rubbing of his thighs, and the slight, but unmistakable jiggling of his belly and his love handles and his thighs, starvation is a far cry from what will no doubt happen to him as he finishes out his internship…

[feederheart]

Ruined.

CW: feederism, humiliation, slobbery, weight gain

What have you done to her? She’s an absolutely colossal fat pig!

Dr. Marlene was supposed to be headed for big things. She was the smartest and sharpest woman anyone had ever met and one of the brightest statesmen in the entire country! She graduated top of the class at an Ivy League school! She was the Liberty Party’s woman in waiting to run for president eventually! Calls for her leadership were heard all throughout the country from rich to poor, progressive to conservative, the left, the right, AND the center! She had the highest approval rating out of anyone in the Senate!

Then two years ago, she retired suddenly. Why, the world asked. Why did the greatest hope for our country depart when we needed her the most?

At first, everyone thought it was health-related. She was always on the skinnier side until after she had been elected to the senate but shortly after getting elected, she started to pack on the pounds. Her trademark wide, confident, high-cheekboned smile began to disappear behind a fatter, more rounded face. Her legs, once the toned legs of a volleyball player and proudly displayed in her tight pencil skirts, grew fatter, rounder, and flabbier. Her arms matched her leg’s flabbiness; the sleeveless blouses that once showed off her equally toned arms now only displayed her bingo wings that shook and jiggled as she moved her arms. Her ass and belly also grew fatter; at first, it was subtle but over time, the tightness of her clothes was undeniable and she kept growing long after questions were being raised. She looked to be in the low 200’s the last time she made a press conference; the day she that “retired” and announced that she would not be running for president.

Everyone suspected something was going on behind the scenes that caused her weight gain and her resignation from politics, was it you? She met you shortly before she started gaining all of that weight, didn’t she? She was still the bright, ambitious woman headed for greatness that everyone knew until she met you. Nobody seems to know what it was about you that caused her to throw herself into your arms the way she did, perhaps your smile, the way you make her laugh, or maybe your dick is just made of chocolate. However, as the weight continued to climb on, it became apparent why; she was absolutely enamored by your cooking and how you spoiled her. Retirement meant that her weight would climb even faster, going from chubby to fat to supersized in only two years, so fat that every time she went out into public, nobody ever recognized her despite how popular she was recently. Her chubby face is now rounder than ever, her belly is now so massive that it hangs over her upper thighs and swings when she walks, her thighs are so thick and heavy that she is now forced to waddle, her arms look like pillows were shoved inside of her triceps, and her breasts were both as large as her head. She traded her sleeveless blouses and pencil skirts for large, flowy sundresses that did little to hide her massive curves and instead showed off every roll on her belly and back. Then there’s the collar, oh God, the collar. She wears that thing everywhere regardless of whether or not you are accompanying her; it even has a little pink heart-shaped dog tag with your name on it. She even changed her hair, choosing to dye her long, silken locks pink and let them out of their ponytail.

But the biggest change seems to be Dr. Marlene’s attitude; I had never seen her more bubbly and happy. She seemed to love her new lifestyle of mindlessly munching away on every dish you cook for her, only speaking to request you cook something else for her. Of course, you always deliver so that her pretty little mind doesn’t have to worry about anything. She is content with sitting her gargantuan ass on the couch getting flabbier, lazier, and heavier, never having to do anything herself. And is that a funnel I see? Next to those empty ice cream cartons? Have you been funnel feeding her milkshakes? Good God, what has she turned herself into? She was supposed to be the leader of our nation and now she’s a fat, hedonistic, spoiled pig. You’ve ruined her!

[gensokyogains]

"Sh-Shtoooop..."

Groaning through a spoonful of thick, fattening slop, Reisen tries to speak. A slurry of ice cream and batter dribbles down her thick chins, trailing along her body until it hits her chest. Breasts as big as the average person wobble atop her gut, made small looking by the sheer expanse of her belly. It's a colossal, wobbling mountain of a stomach, sloshing with fullness as it jostles. Despite how packed full it is, the gut grows to accommodate the added calories, magic helping her digest instantly.

Weakly, Reisen tries to lift up her arm and move it to the side, but it's so heavy and weighed down by her blobby bicep and sagging forearm that she fails to do it, only managing to curl her fingers instead. Sloshing side to side on her ass, feeling the two couches beneath her crack and groan, she stifles a belch.

"Pleeassshh..."

"Uh, uh, uh~"

A finger goes to Reisen's lips. It's chubby, but compared to Reisen's bloated sausage fingers, they might as well be svelte as pretzel sticks.

Leaning into Reisen's side, the only way to get close enough to actually reach the rabbit's face, Junko giggles. Her eyes swirl with a deep madness as she pulls the cleaned spoon from her bunny's blobby face, cupping her cheek as she nuzzles her. Praising her, even as Reisen huffs and tries to fight back, she rubs her bunny ears.

"How could I stop? I want to make sure you're safe. That you're happy! There's so, so, so, so, soooooo many dangerous things out there! Dangerous things that took my son from me."

Her eyes darken for a moment, before her madness overtakes them.

"So, my daughter, I want to make sure that you're safe! You don't need to go outside, you don't need to risk anything ever again! Just sit there and enjoy Mama's cooking, okay~? I want you to grow nice and big~"

Pinching Reisen's cheek, Junko giggles. Turning around, the half ton mother wobbles over to the fridge. She's enormous, as wide as she is tall, but that's still nothing. While Junko is as wide as the fridge, Reisen is nearly wall to wall in the living room.

"So open wide~" Coming back, Junko flopped onto Reisen's side, holding up a jug of pancake batter.

Reisen pursed her lips.

...

"I said-" A thumb hooked into Reisen's mouth. Forcing it open, parting her lips, the tip of the pitcher was brought to Reisen's mouth.

"Glk-" Choking for a moment, Reisen started to swallow. Whimpering as her belly grew even fatter, fuller, and rounder, she could feel her entire body pooling out farther with every bob of her fat throat. Tears in her eyes, she belched wetly when the pitcher was empty.

"Sh-Shtoooooopp... sho... ffwwuuuullll..."

"You're full when you're happy." A hand smacks on Reisen's gut, and the bunny-

"BBBBBBBBRRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRROOOOORRRRRPPPPPP!!!"

-Belches.

"I will have a happy family, even if I need to make you so fat and full and happy that you'll beg me to feed you."

Groaning, Reisen's ears fold back.

She was this big after just a week of feeding, would her real family find her before Junko made her as big as Eientei?

[sterekchub]

Just like idea of Stiles taking Derek to a carnival/circus where Derek get’s volunteered by the mysterious ringmaster for a role of the show. Derek initially reluctant but figures it would be harmless as Stiles cheers him on. What neither knew was that the ringmaster had magical abilities. They only learnt this when with a snap, Derek suddenly swelled out into a gigantic mega chub. Hair covering his blubbering body as even seated he was more than twice as tall as he was before.

Derek as the human blob: the sideshow performance who is filling the tent and taking the show!

Draws it out dramatically like any good showman would.

Snap! Derek is suddenly more muscular than ever, biceps and leg muscles so thick that his shirt and pants are shredded. Looks like an absolutely hulk of a man, standing in front of everyone with his perfectly waxed chest and unmarred skin.

Ringmaster tells him to “flex for the crowd, give them a show!” And Derek can’t help but show off a little bit.

Snap! Derek suddenly has a roid belly, that keeps widening and softening until he’s left with the potbelly of a man who’s been ending his day with a 6 pack of beer and a greasy burger.

Snap! Suddenly Derek is getting fatter again, this time his chest sagging with the extra weight. Ass gets rounder, belly and thighs thicker. Hair starts growing in, dark and coarse across his chest and belly, a thick line of hair leading from his belly to his dick (that’s hard and poking the underside of his gut). Beard starts growing in and covering the double chin he just formed.

Snap! Derek’s belly is hanging down even lower, dick now buried in his fat pad. His muscles are buried under inches of blubber. Ring Master laughs and demands again “give us a turn, Derek! Show off for the crowd!” And he sort of wobbles in a circle- giving everyone a few of his now hairy ass, double the size it had been before.

Snap! Derek suddenly is 9 feet tall and the weight on him suddenly brings him back to just that dad bod look and he’s brushing the top of the trapeze and staring down at everyone. He should be worried but instead he just feels the rush of power of being an absolute giant next to everyone else.

Snap! Suddenly the circus tent goes dark and a spot light is pointed at Derek’s head, where acrobats are currently shoving a tube into his mouth. “Here’s the real show, folks!” The ringmaster shouts. “Derek here is the amazing expanding man!”

Stiles is transfixed watching Derek as he starts chugging. The end of the tube vanishes outside the tent but Derek seems to be enjoying it, because he can’t stop. Keeps guzzling and guzzling and soon his hairy belly is bloating back out.

“That’s straight lard, and a few of my own special ingredients. Derek here is greedy for it….going ton 100 pounds a minute with his pace!”

Sure enough, 10 minutes in and even the extra 4 feet can’t save him, Derek is starting to balloon. Legs forced apart by thighs that keep thickening, belly hanging lower and lower to the ground, add starting to get dangerously wide, enough to take out several benches if Derek was going to sit.

Stiles starts joining the rest of the crowd in their cheers of “chug, chug, chug!”’ It’s not enough. Even when Derek finally looks full, takes the tube out his mouth with a massive gasp for air….he only takes a few seconds to let out a mighty belch before he shoves the tube back in his mouth.

Eventually- either all the lard sloshing around in his stretched out stomach or the sheer weight of his blubbery body- Derek sits in the middle of the circus ring. The shockwave of the half ton, 9 foot man sends vibrations through the entire crowd.

Stiles doesn’t want the show to end. Keeps watching, for hours or days, he has no idea, just desperate to see Derek get bigger….

It finally end when Derek’s blubber starts to outgrow the ring. His legs completely obscured by the rolls of fat from his stomach, arms uselessly resting on the stacks of his fat rolls. His butt cheeks both take up so much space, they could easily seat a few dozen people on top.

His face is barely visible, fat cheeks squishing his lips into a permanent pout, too fat to even speak beyond grunts and burps that come rippling out. His beard and hair the only things that make his fleshy face stand out from his many chins and moobs being pushed upwards…..

It’s the best performance anyone has seen. And the next performance is going to be Stiles’….might be a risk but he’s going exploring ;)

[teacyn]

Someone like you, I think I'd take my time with indulging. Start out slow, bigger plates, larger portions, ingredients in recipes replaced with more calorie rich counterparts. The kind of things that wouldn't really be that noticeable at first. Train your body to expect that sort of treatment for a bit and then ratchet it up a notch.

More chairs around the home, everything you use most moved closer together, a mini fridge by your bedside, all in service to making sure you don't need to go nearly as far to sate your ever growing hunger as before. That walking around is getting more tiring isn't something you'll have the luxury of noticing. The food kept varied, different tastes different textures, never enough time for taste fatigue to set in before something else is brought out.

Of course, you'll certainly notice when you stop fitting into clothes that used to be baggy, sit down in shock and silently wonder if your chair always creaked that much, but given your typical routine now mostly consists of lazing around and stuffing your face, I don't imagine you'd oppose a wardrobe that consists mostly of sweatpants and teeshirts. They're comfy, the couch is comfy, eating is comfy, you're comfy.

You're so used to asking for more that it's not much of a surprise when more starts being brought to you before you ask. You were getting hungry anyway, might as well have second lunch, dinner is still a couple hours out, it's fine. Besides, I've had plenty of opportunities to learn all your favorite treats, and you wouldn't want to waste any of this food, would you?

The decadence, the extravagance, it's bound to get to you after a while, the couch your throne, the ever present plates of snacks your royal tribute, you are soverign here, and you eat like one too. The feasting never stops, you idly gorge yourself on sweet pastries, juicy cuts of meat, rich stew, and so many more delicacies. Forget not knowing hunger, you haven't known "not full" in what feels like ages, the soft, bloated ball of food and flab weighing heavily in your lap as you stuff yourself taut. Heavier, wider, rounder, fatter. Bite by bite by bite.

Every crass belch a demand to have plates refilled, every gurgle and groan met with the sooting pressure of a pawpad easing the tension in your gut, no desire goes unfulfilled for longer than mere moments. You exist in a perpetual state of hedonistic indulgence, eating not to satisfy your hunger but because it's practically all you do these days, you are a machine for converting food into fluffy blue belly. You wake up in the morning still lethargic from last nights dinner, and fall asleep in the evening having gorged yourself into a food coma.

Panting after every deafening belch to catch your breath and start chugging from the tank again, the soft rubber of the hose as familliar to your ravenous maw as your own tongue. Fattened to truly obscene proportions. Gut spilling out to the ground, rump wide enough to require many times the space you once did, arms thicker than your head, and enough weight hanging off your chest that you have to brace against the swaying on the rare occasion you move anywhere. A slow, ponderous shuffle guided by the tender, but secure grip of your feeder. No doubt towards even more food.

Hope you brought your appetite.

*Burrrrrrrrrp*~

rdsgvsderfbhsrdejhnsrtfjhrs this is good thank you

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

"How's cute little Valentine been doing? Has she gotten any bigger?" Anna asks, eager to see the adorable baby piglet. Smudge is eager to see his daughter, too!

// @dragonskxn

“She’s gotten fatter, I’ll tell ya that!” The cowboy laughs. “I think she’s been gettin’ ‘long pretty good! Lil’ gal likes t’ ‘venture an…” Butch trails off as he looks around himself—he swears she was just at his feet a moment ago.

“She’s been gettin’ int’ hide an’ seek lately, heheh. I shouldn’t’ve showed her how it works. Shes too smart fer ‘er own good!” He pushes his hat up to scratch his head as he ponders where she might have run off to. Just then, he hears rustling coming from Darlene’s saddlebag that’s left unattended on the ground. Butch quickly scrambles over, crouching down to flip the bag so he can pull her out.

“Heyheyhey, miss thang, that ain’t fer you!” He scowls gently and as he pulls her out, she squeals, her belly rounder than ever after having gorged herself on apples and carrots. She’s seemingly undeterred though and looks happy as can be!

“She’s jus’ like ‘er Papa!” The cackles, walking over and placing her down in front of Smudge. She jumps to her feet and races around the much larger hog and then around Annalise’s legs before stopping near Smudge and sniffing at him excitedly, little snorts escaping her all the while.

[chubby-mychem]

Your turn

Stoner frank × Gerard

cw: feedism, fat shaming, slight drug use(weed)

"Naww, now would you look at that, look who's got a lil belly" Gerard said, giving franks aforementioned tummy a pat. Frank glared at him "shut up you've been fatter", but for some reason beside pissed, that remark and pat made sth in him tingle. "yeah, but you haven't" Gerard grinned, and Frank didn't understand how that insult even worked but it did. Why was it embarrassing to now be the chubby one and more importantly, why was that embarrassment turning him on?

Frank was standing in front of the mirror, at first he mustered his red eyes and giggled a lil, damn he looked baked. Mhh.. baked-something, sounded good about right now. But then he remembered Gerards remark earlier. And he let his gaze wander. Yeah okay his face looked a bit softer, but it's not like he ever had a jawline or cheekbones like Mikey anyways.

[His chest tho, damn was he getting tits?? Fuck no. ] He quickly looked at his belly instead, definitely rounder and when he turned to the side he noticed his lower belly hanging over the waistband a little, but like it wasn't that bad. Sure it was softer but like he could easily work that off, if he wanted. But right now he didn't, he wanted something greasy and maybe something sweet. Oh and definitely another bong hit.

Gerard came back to the bus to find Frank sprawled out on the couch, a chocolate bar melting on the white shirt that stretched tight over his tummy, the doves visible. Gerard felt bad for a quick second before getting his phone out and snapping a pic, Frank just looked so delicious like that. He contemplated waking him just to tease him but he decided against it, let the boy rest. Besides, Gerard wanted Frank to continue indulging his munchies and he was slightly scared if he teased him to much he would stop. Although so far making frank aware of his weight gain seemed to do nothing to decrease his appetite.

[fatopiaplus]

Tabitha Louise Murphy

Tabby cat, Tabby cat, watch her grow so round and fat

See her eat so much more until her belly meets the floor

Watch her rump grow rounder yet, how much fatter can she get?

"When my own goal weight I top, only then shall Tabby stop."

Heyo! How ya doing? My name is Tabitha Louise Murphy. Now, this is a page for fat women, right? Okay. I've seen a lot of nice gals here get fatter over the course of their lives, but for me it's different. I've always been fat. Yep. That's right. I've always been fat. I started getting fat when I was about five and kept going. I'd wear different costumes and go to different neighborhoods on Halloween. I couldn't wait to eat. Mom and Dad, both ample themselves, didn't pay it too much mind. My goal was to get myself up to 600 pounds by graduation. Here I am at age 10. I'm about 120 pounds, nearly twice what I should have weighed. 🙂

By age 12, I've put on about 4 inches and about 80 more pounds. Funny thing is that nobody teased me. I guess I'm just so casual about it that nobody seems to mind, and I joke about it myself, so that makes me less distant. I really did look forward to growing rounder. I mean, I'd eat from the moment I got up to the minute I brushed my teeth before bed. I didn't just eat bad things either. I knew I was gonna get real fat so I wanted to be healthy too, so I'd sit down and eat ten apples smothered in peanut butter. Caramel apples were good too. I just concentrated on good, but high-calorie items and supplimented my healthy diet with candy, candy and more candy.

Now, between age 12 and 15, I've really gone to town and I'm up to three hundred and thirty-seven pounds. I wear things that are nice and tight, showing off every bulge and roll. I don't go bare midriff, but I do like people to see how proud I am of my increasing size. Guys are starting to take notice of me and don't tease me. Rather, they ask if they can buy me food and feed me. Hey, I've got no problem with that! The guys get a kick out of it, and I get fatter. It's a win-win situation. These guys are so good in fact, that by the time I'm finishing my junior year ....

... I'm up to 480 pounds. Now I've got to gain 120 pounds by graduation. I hope I can do it. The guys are dolls. They all pay me to feed me. It's funny, really. Each guy has one week. They try to get me to gain so much in that time. Whoever gets me to gain the most in one week is my "king." Tony Arregio is the top winner so far. He helped me gain 15 pounds in a week. I'd like to see him top that record. C'mon guys! I've got to gain 120 pounds in only 7 months!! Hurry!

Hey hey! I've graduated at 610 pounds. Those guys really did it, and my boyfriend Andrew is the one who really helped me out here. He's a master of cajoling me into stuffing myself to the gills, if I had gills, that is. 😉 I'm quite happy being this size. I know I waddle a little and there's things I simply can't do, but fatness to me is more important than roller coasters, bumper cars and string bikinis. I have grown into the woman I've always wanted to be. I'm not actively gaining now. I'm happy, content, pleased with my body. Now, if something happens and I gain or lose weight, I'm not going to worry about it. I'm going to college to study Fashion Marketing. I'm planning on opening a shop that offers fashions that look good on a 120 lb woman or a 1200 lb woman. Oh, and guys and kids too. See ya there!

Sorry that it's been a while since my last photograph, but a lot has happened in the past three years. The main thing is that I've managed to pack on over three hundred pounds and I'm so fat now I can barely waddle, 933 pounds. I'm addicted to food and my body went into withdrawl when I tried to give up eating so much cold turkey. It went into starvation mode and now I'm fatter than ever. I'm eating enough now to maintain, but I have a feeling that I'm going to get fatter yet. I don't mind but for the fact that it's a pain trying to get socks that fit. =) ))

[drewcent]

Hi, new to the gaining community here and I love everything you post! What are some of your favorite accounts that you follow?

Tbh the list of people that have inspired me to gain over the years is so long that I wouldn't even be able to write it down. There are so many amazing feeders and feedees in this community. You can find a lot of them in the form of content creators which allows them to grow bigger than ever before. There's something special about sharing your progress with the rest of the community and having others notice how much rounder and filled out you're looking. At the same time watching someone's progress through the months or years, starting out small or big and ending up even fatter or accomplishing massive stuffings is an incredible source of inspiration itself. That's why I admire everyone indulging in this lifestyle, they just make it look so attractive imo

[missfiggy]

Chapter 4: (Dung)Bomb's away

New chapter up of A Staggard Wild

In this chapter I finally wrap up all my mad expositioning and set-up and the boys are finally back to school!

As ever, thanks for reading, and any and all comments are very much appreciated!)

Ch: 4 (Dung)Bomb's Away

The morning of September first began in a state of emergency. James realised, while packing up his trunk, that he had forgotten his favourite jumper.  Figgy knitted it from thick grey wool for James’s first year at school. His family was so confident that he would be in Gryffindor that Figgy knitted a golden lion passant wearing a crimson crown on the front. True, it no longer fit, and there were holes developing around the cuffs. Still, James had never been to Hogwarts without it, and he wasn’t about to break that tradition now. As the youngest captain of a House Quidditch team, James sorely needed all the luck he could get.

Fortunately, Figgy flooed back to Hartscombe House while the boys took their breakfast with James’s parents in The Leaky Cauldron. Following the camping trip, both Remus and Peter returned to their own homes. Sirius, however, stayed with the Potters and accompanied them on a weekend jaunt to Diagon Alley to pick up a few last minute school supplies before the boys were due to board the train. Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Potter inquired as to why Sirius preferred to spend the weekend sharing a single room with James at a rundown inn rather than in his own home. They were just used to such things now and reasoned that if Sirius wanted to talk about it, he’d approach them.

Fleamont and Euphemia, or Monty and Effie to their friends (and Sirius), looked like an oddly matched couple. Monty was a short man who grew rounder as he grew older, particularly around the middle. His brown hair faded to a peppery grey that was naturally as unruly as James’s own unkempt mop. Monty though regularly used his miraculous Sleekeazy hair tonic to comb his hair flat to his head, parting it to one side. He also had a thick walrus mustache and small round spectacles perched at the end of his nose. The combined effect made his cheeks look rather fatter than they might seem otherwise. Effie, on the other hand, was a dark and statuesque beauty. Taller than most everyone she met, her height and broad shoulders made her seem mythic, like a queen of a Brittonic tribe or an Amazonian warrior. Though quite advanced in age, her hair was still black except for a single white streak that grew at the front. She wore her hair simply, in a low chignon at the back of her head.

Read the rest of AO3 or if you are new to the Deerstalking Series start from the beginning

[bearificationtransformations]

Pavel had always been skinny, maybe even scrawny. He was sick of it, but he never had the appetite to really pack on any more weight, nor the dedication. He went to the gym on occasion , but never stuck with it.

He was turning 28 next month and he hated that he was still a twink. Sure, some guys liked him skinny and smooth, but he was tired of how skinny he was. 60 kgs on his 1.75m height was just not enough.

It was on a porn site where he heard about a new formula “bulk up instantly- massive weight gainer”. Pavel had seen adverts for similar “instant “ formulas come up in the past on that porn site before, but he didn’t buy into it. They were sometimes posted in the comments but always disappeared quickly, scrubbed from the site.

This time, however, it seemed different. Sure maybe it wasnt anything, but he clicked on it. It launched his email immediately with a subject line already filled out “request- massive weight gainer”

No way, this was suspicious as hell.

He thought he closed the tab, and his email, and didn’t think anything more of it.

Not even 5 minutes later he got an email from a strange email address with the like “Re: request- massive weight gainer”

“50€ for the full dose, 35€ for a half dose. Take with exercise.”

Pavel was pissed, the bastards had grabbed his email address and now he was getting spam.

Pavel ignored it.

An hour later another email popped in, from the same spam-ish looking sender:

“Pavel, spécial discount for you! 35€- full dose. Get huge “

How did they get his name?

He wrote back “take me off the email list”

And just moments later “Pavel, this weight gainer can make you enormous like you’ve always wanted. We will send it to you for free, just promise to take photos of your progress and it’s yours.”

Pavels dick stirred a bit. The idea of getting enormous did turn him on. He looked at his scrawny build and before he even finished typing his mailing address in the response another email came in.

“Your free dose of massive weight gainer is in the mail. It will be sent to

34 Rue de Sans Souci

1040, Ixelles, Belgique

Please use in conjunction with rigorous exercise”

Now Pavel was spooked. How had they known his full address? He turned off his computer and went to bed.

A small box came the next day from “Énorme, a division of Mass. Inc.”

He was too freaked out to try it. For days the unopened package sat on his desk. About a week after the mysterious package arrived he recieved another unsolicited email:

“Thank you for choosing Énorme, a division of Mass inc. Please go ahead and try the formula you have been sent. You will enjoy the huge bulk it will add to your frame. You will enjoy growing enormous. You will love your new size. Please respond to this email with your progress pictures.

Best,

The Énorme team.”

Pavel couldn’t believe it. What were they even talking about? As he read and re read the words in the email he felt himself getting turned on. He had to try it, he had to get enormous. Fuck he was getting hard as hell thinking about what that formula would do to him. He was all in on it. Suddenly, instead of uneasy, Pavel wanted to go all in. He wanted to get huge. He stroked his dick at the thought of it.

He opened up the package, found the vial and downed it without hesitation. He started jerking off imagining his thin frame blowing up.

Within the hour Pavel saw changes to his body. His thin frame was getting ever so slightly bigger. He was starting to fill out. He stepped on the scale. 63 kgs.

He was growing, the formula was working. Pavel jerked off a second time thinking about it. As the minutes passed he could feel himself getting heavier, adding more and more chunk to his frame, his ass filling out. Three hours after drinking the entire formula, he was up to 70 kilos and gaining fast. A small little belly was starting to form on his formerly flat stomach. He was ballooning up. By 14 hr he was 80 kilos and his belly was starting to really make itself known. His frame was widening, but he was growing chubbier without adding much muscle.

That evening as he jerked off the 6th time to his growing belly and fattening form, he realized he needed to workout, per the instructions. Fuck! No wonder he was just getting fat.

Pavel headed to the gym and began a half hearted workout in the biggest clothes he could find. His now nearly 100 kg frame was dominated by a new belly. Pavel was never one for working out, but he gave it a shot. He took the selfie requested by the Énorme team. His arms looked bigger and his shoulders had some suggestion of muscle- but mostly it was his belly. A big growing belly that was taking up more and more space in front of him.

Fuck! He really was getting huge. He couldn’t believe how thick he was getting. His belly was getting so round and heavy. He could feel his new weight slowing down his steps. He could feel his new body still expanding as he lifted weights.

115 kgs was what the scale said at the gym. He was huge! There weren’t any men as chunky and thick as him anywhere in the gym. He looked at himself, turned on by his much fatter, rounder form. He looked like one of those fat American gainers he liked.

Wait, what? He liked gainers? Fuck. He was so turned on by his transformation. He did like gainers. He loved gainers.

Back at home he couldn’t do anything but explore his new growing form and jerk off. He could more muscle mass being added to his build- his shoulders were growing wider and his arms were getting much thicker. He liked what he saw. A fat man with muscle as his foundation. Fuck, this was him now. A thick, strong looking fat man. Huge belly, thick arms. He obsessed over his new body. Feeling himself growing... gaining.

He didn’t sleep that night, so was too worked up. After around 3 am, he could feel the growth was coming to an end. He knew it was wearing off. The only thing that still fit him were his elastic gym shorts, and even they were incredibly tight.

Pavel tried to weigh himself on his scale, but got an error message. He now exceeded the 150 kilo weight limit. Fuck, he was so blown up. He felt like a blimp and he loved every second of it. Pavel snapped the second pic to get a sense of his new size.

He sent off the pics to Énorme that morning.

They were right, Pavel did love being enormous. Now the question was, what was he going to wear?

[fatopiaplus]

Arcadia Althena Timmett

Hello! Let me introduce myself! Name is Arcadia Althena Timmett. Yes, my parents had a flair for ancient Greek mythology. I'm a 22 year old Great Dane from beautiful London town. A stewardess for British Airways, I'd been off for a bit for a broken arm and had put on a tad bit of weight. Not much, but enough to get the attention of my boss. I was 130 lbs at 6 feet tall when this pic was snapped.

And here, I'm up to 165 lbs. It doesn't seem like much of a difference, does it? This is how I looked when I met my hubby, Christopher Callion, from America. Well, by the time the Christmas Holidays had rolled by, I'd been transferred to another department, then shortly later, I had been fired.

There was no reason other than my "Physical appearance was unacceptable." My hygene was impeccable and I point blank asked, "are you firing me because I'm fat?" My boss said yes. She'd forgotten I was recording the whole incident. Chris' brother is a lawyer and soon, we were working a case against my former employer. I'd only gained up to 210 lbs. My family was a great source of support and comfort (And FOOD!) in these troublesome times.

This is the first "sexy" picture I'd ever thought of letting be taken of me. Look at how chubby I've gotten in six months! I've decided to eat as I wish and watch hwat happens. I'm about 259 lbs here.

By the time a year had passed, I'd bulked up to 292 lbs and British Airways had finally succumbed to Jonathan's rapier wit and deliberation, awarding me a settlement of 6.5 million pounds sterling. I wouldn't ever have to work again. This is when I revealed my secret wish to Christopher. What was this? My wish, ever since I was a child, was to become so very fat. Now I could become as fat as I wished! Chris asked me to marry him and I agreed. Life was so good now!

With all the technicalities out of the way, I began to eat with a passion, trying to gain as much weight as I could. It wasn't easy at first, to gain over my plateau, but with Chris' wonderful reassurance, I was able to gain up to 358 lbs over the course of eight months. Most of this was gained during our honeymoon. Sweet!

Sexy picture number two! I'm really beginning to grow a belly now, but of course, I'm still fattest in my hips and bottom. My face is starting to get quite a bit rounder now. My, can you believe that a year ago, these clothes were actually loose? Hmmm. 399 lbs here, eating delicious truffles from my wonderful business!

In the past few months, I've opened my own bakery, confectionary and internet shoppe called "Truffles and Tribulations." I hired an old college beau to be my head baker and pastry chef, and I, of course, sample in length the new lines before they come out. In seven months, I've gone from 358 lbs to 440 lbs, averaging nearly 12 lbs gain a month. Many women would be content to stop here, but no. I wish to go on. I'm still slender in my eyes.

Yummy! Nothing better on a hot Hawaiian day than a case or two of strawberry cream pops! Owning a bakery and sampling the wares has really added positive padding to my frame. My belly is finally beginning to catch up with my bum. 501 lbs here.

How DARE Chris call me skinny! Bleah! I don't wish to be skinny! I wish to be nice and fat! I've really blossomed out in the past two years, don't you think? My being a pup helped because dogs have a very nice ability of being able to get fat very easily! Getting close to 600 lbs now. Can't wait to surpass that too!

I've learnt one thing ... I can really fatten up in a short time. Look at me now! I'm 758 pounds and getting fatter every day. Rufus is truly a whiz in the bakery and my ever expanding body is proof of that. I have no doubt of reaching well over half a ton of puppy love. Watch me grow! :)

[vashti-lives]

i know you know this but its the clothes, not your body.

Oh man I bought some new clothing for the first time in a while and it has once again really driven home that modern fashion is really biased again fat bodies. Which… I definitely already knew this but I’m not sure this had ever hit me because I looked good in something, rather than because I put something on and it looked dreadful.  

So I follow this designer on Instagram and she does really cute geek adjacent clothing and I really like it but its quite expensive so when I see something I like my brain immediately goes We Cannot Buy That and I just keep scrolling. BUT I got that joke money from the government and was like, I could get something from this company, you know, as a treat. Plus the whole reason the clothes cost a lot is that the clothes are all made in the US and basically this just what clothing costs when manufacturers are paying for labor… ANYWAY the point is this is how I talked myself into buying a Very Expensive Skirt from Elhoffer Design. 

It came today and I was super pumped so I put it on and it looked great. And when I bought it I had kind of registered that this skirt looked cuter on the fat model then it did on the thin model but looking in the mirror it hit me that this skirt looked better on *me* than it did the thin model. And that’s not to knock the thin model, she was cute and she looked cute in the skirt, but it looks great on me. And as I was looking at it it wasn’t just because I have a solid hip to waist ratio. Lots of clothes are made to look good on an hour glass figure. And as I looked at it I realized it was because I have much rounder belly and curbing over my round belly was giving the pleats of the skirt way more life and dimension than when they just fell straight down. 

Never, in my entire 31 year existence on this earth, has my my belly pooch been a feature and not a bug. Like! I am not actually that fat—I’m only a medium in Elhoffer Design sizing*— and before today I would not have said I had body image issues, partially because my fat deposits are largely in the “right” places and partially because I got incredibly lucky in the adult department as a kid and when I was a teen with a very moldable psyche no adult I cared about ever told me I needed to loose weight. AND YET. Having clothes where the least desirable part of my body was what was making me look good sure is making me feel some kind of way. 

And when I went back to the website it really hit me that all of the clothes on this site really looked better on the fat models, because these are clothes designed for fat bodies and then scaled down to also fit thin bodies**. And then it hits me that of course all normal clothing is designed to fit thin people and then scaled up. Which, I did know but seeing what it looks like when that isn’t happening really drives home what a deliberate choice that is? Like, thin bodies are not inherently more neutral or anything and they don’t naturally look better in clothes. That’s a choice people are making. 

Anyway I don’t know that there’s a real point to this long fucking post other than that its not you and also ugh I’m gonna have to save so much money so I can buy more of these skater skirts because I’m obsessed with them and also I was going through all my clothes and I’ve had to admit my thighs are just too powerful to make buying pants a good investment. 

*but also I’m 4′8 so like, proportionately I’m a bit fatter than I am on paper. And also being that short and even a little bit round means that clothing Does Not Fit Correctly, ever. Even in the petite section clothes are designed to fit people up to 8 inches taller than me. Anyway I’m an actual hobbit. 

**I mean, its cute stuff that looks good on everyone, but I don’t feel bad saying this because thin people have all the clothing options they could possibly want already. 

[vannahfanfics]

Off the Beaten Path

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Momo Yaoyorozu, Yosetsu Awase

I was going to work on other request stuff, but I was reaaaally feeling Momo x Awase lately and because of finals I wasn’t able to participate in @bnhabookclub‘s Provisional License Exam event, so… Even though it’s a little late, here’s a MomoWase story for the prompt “You’re really pretty”!

Momo’s vertebrae decompressed with a series of satisfying pops as she stretched her hands over her head and slowly bent back into a forty-five-degree angle. With a contented hum, she held the position for several seconds to ensure her lower back muscles were stretched properly before straightening back up and dropping her arms back to her sides. She did some leg stretches, priming her femoral and tibular muscles for exercise, before standing and planting her hands on her hips to admire the lovely Saturday morning. It was about nine-thirty, pleasantly warm with a consistent cooling breeze, and plenty of cloud cover to protect her from the worst of the burning sun. The birds were chirping. Car engines hummed in the distance. The air smelled sweetly of the various floral fragrances spilling out from the dormitory’s landscaping.

Really, could she have asked for a better morning to go jogging?

She ensured that her laces were tied properly before hopping down the steps of the porch, hitting the concrete pathway in a medium-paced jog. Her arms pumped at her sides as her legs kicked back in series, and she kept her breathing in a steady rhythm to ensure maximum stamina. She was determined to break her mile record today- under nine minutes. Momo wasn’t the most agile or athletic of the students in her class, but she could still attain her little victories here and there. I can do it!

There was a walking track not far from the dormitory that was always open to students and instructors. Momo jogged there in no time at all, and once she trotted through the open gate and greeted the security guard who moderated the comings and goings, she paused to take a swig of water. She took out her phone to ready her timer and then secured it to the plastic holder at her waist. The jaunt there had warmed up her body nicely, so she was feeling quite good when she walked down to the walking track proper. The spongey synthetic rubber-like material bowed slightly under her steps. U.A. spared no expense in any aspect of their campus, so Momo didn’t doubt that the material was of the highest quality and scientifically designed the erase almost all impact damage to the joints. She made a mental note to do some research into its chemical composition; one never knew when the material could come in handy.

“Right then! Nine minutes or less!” she crowed and started her timer, then took off down the track.

Most people preferred to listen to music while running, but not Momo. There was something cathartic to her about the natural world. The walking track doubled as a small nature park, landscaped professionally with shady hardwoods and flowering bushes. Momo usually ran at this time because the animal activity peaked mid-morning; the tree boughs were alive with dozens of birdsongs, melding together in one harmonious concerto. Bumblebees bobbled alongside the path, flying from one flower to the next to gather the succulent nectar. They were joined by a colorful assortment of butterflies, which elegantly flitted along with not much care of their rounder, fatter cousins. The park had a healthy population of squirrels, as well, which would scramble down from the trees to feast on discarded acorns only to fling themselves back up the trunks when Momo came jogging along. They would peer at her with beady black eyes from the boughs and would only descend back to their nutty buffet once she was rounding the corner of the track ahead.

A third of a way into the mile Momo checked her timer. Two minutes and thirty seconds! I’m making great time! She thought jovially and replaced the phone to its holster. She swept the back of her hand across her forehead to flick away the beads of sweat that were accumulating there. A few of her fluffy black strands had fallen out of her bun; she always had possessed impossibly thick hair, and it seemed like it absorbed all the heat from the atmosphere when she was exercising. Just as she was sucking a little more water from her sports bottle, she spotted someone curled up off to the side of the track a few yards ahead. Oh no! Maybe they’re injured! She thought worriedly and sped up her pace a little.

“Hello? Can I help you?” she called out to them. They were seated on the other side of a park bench so she could not see their features very well, but she thought she spied a familiar patterned headband and spiky black hair.

“Yaoyorozu?” Sure enough, that was him.

“Awase!” She stuttered to a halt past the bench to find him smiling tersely and clutching at his ankle. He had his sneaker off and sock pulled down, and she hissed at the gnarly swelling that had enveloped the joint. “What happened?” she asked and crouched down in front of him.

“Well,” he said with a sheepish smile, “I kinda surprised a sleeping raccoon and she didn’t much appreciate it.” Momo blinked in confusion. A raccoon would be sleeping well off the path; what reason did he have to go tromping off into the underbrush? When she asked him, his face took on a carnation-pink hue and he mumbled, “I, uh, kinda had to take a leak, Yaoyorozu…” In turn, her face blazed with a rosy blush and she nodded excessively in understanding.

“Oh! Right! Of course!”

“A-anyway, while I was scramblin’ to get away from her, I tripped over the tree roots and twisted it tryin’ to catch myself.” Momo frowned as she situated herself on her knees, tapping her thighs to indicate for him to prop his foot on the pillowy surface. He leaned back on his hands and grunted before hefting up his leg. A string of curse words flew from his mouth as he quickly shifted his foot from the ground onto her lap. His shoulders sagged after the pain stopped streaming through his nerves and he stared at the swollen joint through lidded eyes. “Man, this is a pain. I look so uncool,” he muttered, almost to himself. Momo gave him a bright smile and shook her head.

“These things happen! Don’t beat yourself up over it.” He flushed again and looked away with a small pout, making her wonder if he didn’t intend to utter it aloud. That’s irrelevant. His ankle is terribly swollen. I hope he hasn’t torn a ligament or even broken anything! She thought worriedly. She had taken a few first-aid lessons from Recovery Girl for use in rescue training and missions, so with a few manipulations she would be able to get a clearer picture of what damage he had done. Only an x-ray and MRI would conclusively diagnose any injury, but it would be better for Momo to have a general idea so she could determine how she should proceed with moving him. “Awase, I’m going to manipulate your ankle to see what you could have damaged. I’ll be as gentle as I can, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, do whatever you gotta do,” he grumbled, but glanced at her out of the corners of his eyes. Leaning down, she gently began prodding various places in his foot. She started on the top of his foot to see if he had damaged the tendons there.

“That hurt?”

“No.” She shifted to the lateral side of his foot, starting near the toes. “That doesn’t hurt eit- Shit! Shit! Ow!” He began to cry out once she began palpating the area near his ankle. There was both a tendon and some nerve endings there, so it could be that he either stretched the ligament or the nerves were reacting to the swelling. Still, it gave her a better picture of where the injury could be.

“Sorry, Awase.”

“S’Fine,” he huffed. His face had taken on a slight flush and sweat was dampening the bottom of his headband. He must be in a lot of pain…

“Do you know how it rolled?”

“Um… I think it rolled inward,” he answered uncertainly. Momo tutted and glanced back down at his foot. Given the method of injury, it could either be his Achilles or his peroneus brevis tendon… I’m hoping it’s the latter, because tearing his Achilles could put him in physical therapy for months! Tentatively, she grabbed the sole of his foot and pushed it upwards, flexing it such that it would stretch the muscles of his calf. He winced a little bit but did not yelp in pain like before, making Momo smile. “What? Was that a good thing?”

“Yes. It makes it very likely that you haven’t torn anything up too bad,” she responded. “Let’s see what this does, though,” she continued and pushed his foot inward. His back arched and he threw his head back with a howl of several very unsavory words, so Momo hastily ceased the flexion. He kept his head tipped back for a few seconds, chest heaving and fingers digging into the loamy soil, before he let out a long groan and wearily looked back to her.

“Fuck, that hurt.” When she apologized again, he frowned slightly and shrugged. “S’not your fault… I’m the one who tripped over myself like a dumbass. Nurse Yaoyorozu, do you have a diagnosis for me?” he asked with a teasing grin. She blushed brightly at the nickname and spluttered out a reply.

“O-Oh! Yes, I think so. I think you may have either injured or torn this tendon right here,” she stated and ran her fingertip ever-so-slightly along the lateral side of his foot, being careful not to apply any pressure and make his pain worse. He made a tsk sound and flexed his leg muscles experimentally, and the way his entire body tensed indicated to Momo that it would be difficult for him to walk. “We should get you to Recovery Girl. She has the proper machinery to tell for sure. I’ll text my classmates so they can send for someone to collect you. I’m sure they can get down the track just fi-”

“Ain’t necessary,” he grumped. His hand snapped up to wrap tightly around the metal arm of the bench, and he pushed himself off the ground with the other hand. He clumsily tucked his good leg under his body to get some leverage in standing up. Momo’s hands fluttered nervously around his injured foot.

“Awase! You shouldn’t move too much! Be careful not to bear any weight on this foot; I can help you to the entrance to the track, but we really should have someone get you from there so you don’t injure yourself further!” As gently as she could while moving fast, she placed his foot back down on the ground and scrambled up to grab him underneath his armpit and help him clumsily climb to his feet. Per Momo’s instructions, he refrained from moving his injured leg at all and just let it slide in the dirt and leaves as he hobbled to a standing position, but even just the contact with the ground made him hiss in agony. His arm wobbled precariously at it was forced to bear all his weight, and Momo saw that his knuckles were glaring white as he gripped the metal arm. “Here. Come to this tree,” she instructed him.

Yosetsu Awase was not by any means a big guy, but her breath still left her in an oof! as his full weight sunk against her. She slung his arm around her shoulders and supported him by the waist as she dragged him to the trunk of the nearest tree.

“How the tables have turned.” A curious “huh?” popped out of her and she looked down at him with wide eyes. He grinned wryly and explained, “Remember the summer training camp? I was haulin’ you around the woods like a sack of potatoes…” Her cheeks brightened as the blood rushed to them, and she looked away shyly.

“Oh… Yes. The circumstances are a little different here, though. You saved my life that night.” They reached the tree, and he reached out to brace a hand against the rough trunk before leaning away from her, spinning on his good foot to flop his back into the woody surface. He gave her a wry smirk.

“Hey, you never know. You coulda saved my life this morning. I coulda been out here, all alone, and dragged off by some wolves.” Momo snorted at his obvious joking.

“Awase, there are no wolves out here.”

“How do you know? Just because you haven’t seen ‘em don’t mean they don’t exist.” His relentless joshing had her giddy, and she held her hand up to her mouth as she began to giggle.

“You’re too much. Seriously, though, walking a third of a mile in your condition, even with my help, will take us half the day. I’ll send for someone,” she told him through little laughs and pulled out her phone. She quirked an eyebrow when she noticed her timer had just hit exactly nine minutes. More important things to tend to than my record, she thought and swiped out of the app. She typed up a quick message in their class group chat and sent it before returning her phone to the waist holster. “I just sent for help. They’re telling Mr. Aizawa and…” Her words trailed off as she looked at him. He was staring at her with a lidded, heated gaze and this little smile on his face that made butterflies take off in her stomach. “I…” she murmured incoherently when his hand reached out to gently cup her cheek, and she compulsively straightened up- and leaned slightly into the touch.

“You’re really pretty.” Momo had never heard a tone so full of… endearing admiration. As soon as his hand met her cheek and he uttered the words, his eyes widened, as if he realized he had actually done so instead of it being in his head. His face flushed red and he went to drop his hand, sputtering out an apology, but Momo pinned it to her face with both of her own.

“No! Don’t apologize!” she cried and took a few unsteady steps forward. Now self-conscious herself, she flushed as well and looked timidly down at her sneakers. “I-I… No one’s ever called me pretty before…” she admitted meekly. She peered up at him through her lashes to find him wearing an incredulous look.

“Really? But you’re fucking beautiful.” His use of a curse word only made the compliment more impactful, and her face grew unbearably hot as she smiled blissfully. She squirmed a little, knowing she was beginning to sweat a little against his hand cupping her face, but unwilling to let it go.

“W-well… Mina says that I’m so intelligent that boys find it intimidating,” she chuckled diffidently. He snorted in laughter and leaned back against the trunk with an amused smirk.

“You? Intimidating? No offense, but you’re about as intimidating as a wet kitten.” She let out an affronted gasp and went to glare at him, but the sultry smirk on his face made all opposition die in her throat. “Guess that’s good for me that they think so,” he said in a low voice, and she yelped as he grabbed her arm and tugged her forward. There was a slight incline in the ground, so she stumbled all the way to the tree and landed against his body with one hand splaying over his chest. The other was now being gripped tightly, and he brought it to his mouth to lay a lingering kiss to the top of her hand. How prince-like… she thought faintly. “I don’t think I could stand for having competition.” The smirk he shot her wasn’t prince-like at all, rather channeling all the devilish and playful energy of a rogue. Like a princess ensnared by his handsome charms, she could only stare owlishly at him with painfully pink cheeks. His hand dropped hers, letting it land on his shoulder, before cupping her face again and threading his fingertips into the black strands that had fallen from her bun. “Yaoyao-”

“Momo,” she interrupted quickly. She then flushed, realizing how rude it had been to do so. “C-call me Momo. Please.” He snorted slightly and his smirk widened.

“Momo,” he corrected poignantly. “Thanks for saving me today.” She was about to assert once more that it really wasn’t anything like that night, but he took the opportunity to interrupt her. He leaned forward to envelop her mouth in a searing kiss. She inhaled sharply through her nose as her breath was all but stolen from her. Whatever response she had on her tongue descended into fog, as her mind hazed until all she could focus on was the movement of his lips against hers. He lit a fire over her body as his hands roamed her curves, finally settling with a consistent blaze at the small of her back. Very distantly the thought bloomed that this was her first kiss and that she had to tell Mina about it. From how good it felt, it was obviously a hell of a first kiss. She felt like she could get lost in the kiss, in him, forever.

They broke apart with startled jumps when they heard Katsuki and Eijirou screaming her name in the near distance. She began to flutter about nervously, fixing her sports bra and jogging pants despite the fact they were form-fitted and not rumpled at all, while he reclined back against the tree with a self-satisfied look.

“Was that your first kiss?”

“What? Yes- I mean, ugh- is that relevant right now?” she huffed with a dour glare that only made his grin widen. He let out a few chuckles as she pouted at him, totally embarrassed by his unbothered attitude, then gestured with a tilt of his head at the track. She whirled on her heel to find the two boys striding up with Recovery Girl’s robots holding a stretcher between them. Laughing nervously, she cheerfully called out to them and tried to seem inconspicuous as she ran up.

“Hey, guys! Thank you so much. I don’t think I could’ve gotten him back to the entrance by myself.”

“It’s no problem, Yaomomo!” Eijirou smiled kindly. Katsuki began to gripe, and without breaking eye contact with the girl, Eijirou elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“Ow, what the hell?! Ugh, fine, whatever! It’s not a big deal!” he yelled angrily and stalked over to the boy leaning up against the tree. “Come on, loser, the sooner your ass is on this stretcher, the sooner I can get back to weight training!” Momo frowned worriedly as Katsuki helped the injured boy back to his feet, but despite his harsh words, he was gentle in helping him limp the short distance to the stretcher.

“Are you coming back with us, Yaomomo?” Eijirou asked as the robots began to trundle off with their charge in tow. Katsuki stomped along ahead, yelling at his friend to hurry up.

“Oh! No, I would like to finish my run, I think…” she murmured, her gaze trailing off to the stretcher. She pushed past him to run after it a few paces, cupping her hands to her mouth. “Hey! Awa- I mean, Yosetsu!” He glanced up, a big grin splitting his face at her calling him by his given name. “Come running with me sometime!”

“Sure thing!” he called back and gave her a thumbs-up before flopping back down against the stretcher. Eijirou walked past her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and grinning, which made her flush pink as answer his unasked question. Momo waited until they had disappeared around the corner, then grabbed her phone to reset her timer to two-minutes and fifty seconds, the approximate time she had stumbled across Yosetsu on the track.

Hmm… Maybe I’ll go off the beaten path and aim for eight minutes! She resolved with a smile and put the phone back before taking off in a fast jog.

After all, the morning she had spent off the beaten path had already been quite interesting. She might as well keep the streak going! No doubt, there were rich rewards waiting at the end…

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