#gains 20 pounds instantly

[spawksstuff]

The De Completionist Checklist Part 14

1964

Note on the dates: I will mostly be going by when a show/movie was shot rather than its release date. Variety Magazine will be given first priority.

My score: 2 / 3

Need To Find: Slattery’s People - Question: Which One Has The Privilege?

Favorite Movie: Town Tamer

Favorite TV Show:  N/A

Favorite Quote (Exchange):

Conder: You go tell him [Rosser] to look at that fancy horse of his in exactly 10 minutes.

Guy (De): I’m not an errand boy.

<Very next scene>

Guy (De) to Rosser: That horse of yours, better go take a look at it.

<Which is funny enough but then>:

Rosser: What’s wrong with him?

Guy (De): How do I know I’m no horse doctor.

[tpwk-formula1]

Hiii! Just read your fist pizza order and I looooved it so I thought I might as well give you some writing to do!

Could I please have a pizza with cauliflower crust, Alfredo sauce, banana peppers and broccoli? With some sprite and lemonade and dessert please! And served by franco (I need him to be the sunshine in this)!

Thank you so so much 🥰🥰

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower grumpy x sunshine Alfredo sauce sweet sex banana peppers "Look so pretty riding my cock" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" sprite size kink lemonade body worship dessert yes served by Franco Colapinto

Franco x grumpy! girlfriend

TW A short one, morning sex, riding, unprotected sex

WC 800+

Y/N POV

"Good morning pretty girl," Franco mumbles when he starts to wake up from my nails running across his shirt-covered back. He starts turning onto his side and pulling me slower to his chest making me groan.

"It's too early," I mumble back making Franco giggle softly at my morning moodiness.

"Why is it that your alarm always wakes me up and never you?" I question with an arched brow making Franco's face heat slightly from being called out before he just shrugs. He'd much rather wake up to his girlfriend's touch anyway.

"Come on baby, we have a big day!" Franco says with far too much excitement making me bury my face back into his chest not waiting to leave the bed.

"No," I grumble gripping onto the back of Franco's shirt not wanting him to get out of the bed either.

"Come on," Franco says dragging out the "n".

"20 minutes," I say coldly making Franco giggle but relax slightly into my arms.

"Gonna make us late baby," Franco says but still making not move to get out of bed.

"Babe, we don't need to be in the paddock for another 3 hours, 20 minutes wont kill us," I tell him making him shrug.

"Just excited for my first race," Franco says with a smile on his face making me smile softly at him.

It was Monza race day which means it's Franco's first Grand Prix in Formula 1 and he has been extremely anties the whole time.

"I know, and I'm happy for you," I tell him softly before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

What was supposed to be just a quick peck slowly turns into a heated makeout session, resulting in me climbing into Frnaco's lap and grinding down on his hardening cock.

"Fuck baby, we don't have time," Franco groans making me grind down harder, making both of us whine at the pleasure coursing through us.

"Please, we have time," I say while pulling off the shirt I had slept in the night before. I start pushing Franco's shirt up to reviel his tones abs and chest when I instantly lean down and start kissing him neck and chest before pushing myself down a little further pulling his boxers down slightly before pulling his cock into my mouth for a soft suck making Franco groan.

"Fuck baby, so good," Franco groans when I start bobbing my head softly.

"We'll be quick," I say as if he needed any further convincing.

"Come ride me, baby," Franco says clearly having no patience. I just giggle and roll my eyes at his neediness before climbing back into Franco's lap and sinking down his cock when I pull my thong to the side.

"Fuck," I groan at the stretch before I slowly start rocking my hips trying to gain stimulation before I start bouncing up and down making Franco moan.

"Look so pretty riding my cock," Franco moans out softly making my face heat up slightly at the praise.

"It's so good baby," I mumble softly.

"Fuck, always so good for me," Franco groans moving his hands to my hips and giving them a hard squeeze before he starts helping me bounce on his cock.

"I'm close," I moan out already starting to get shakey legs, which has Franco flipping us over so he was now hovering over me and pounding into my pussy making me moan and whine at the stimulation.

"Fuck," I moan when the new angle has Franco hitting a new spot deep in my pussy.

"It's like you were made just for me, Huh?" Franco states bringing a hand down to my clit making me clench around his cock ready to cum.

"Please can I cum," I beg needing my release.

"Cum for me," Franco groans before sending me over the edge into a strong orgasm and squeezing around Franco's cock making him pull out and cum all over my tummy.

Once both Franco and I have come down from our highs he slowly climbs out of bed and pulls his boxers off all the way before pulling my thong off and picking me up and taking me into the bathroom.

Once he turns the shower on and lets the water heat up Franco takes my hand into his pulling me to join him.

We spent the next 20 minutes cleaning each other off before we got out and started getting ready for race day.

"Told you we had time," I saw with a smirk when we walked into the paddock hand and hand 15 minutes earlier than we needed to be.

Franco just laughs and shakes his head before kissing my forehead softly.

"Gonna get us in trouble one of these days," Franco says making me smirk and shrug.

"You wouldn't change it for the world though."

[gothic-thoughts]

His Favorite Nurse

Michael Myers x Black Fem Reader Angst

AslumPatient!Michael, Nurse!Reader, Kinda Dark, Feat. Dr. Loomis

Part 2: Right Here

Part 4 (Last): Right Here

CW: reassuring Michael after a rampage, he just missed u fr,

TW: gore/blood mention

Word Count: 1973 (give or take)

On my day back, I walked into the asylum to hear alarms blaring loudly, but I was in the lobby so everything seemed fine. It was only after hearing the faint sounds of police sirens that I ran into the elevator, tapping my foot impatiently as it took me to the 3rd floor. When it dings open, I run into the hallway Michael’s room was in, heels clicking quickly until I reach the start of the corridor but I freeze in place.

My jaw drops and my breath halts.

Bodies of guards and nurses were scattered all over the hall accompanied by their own puddles of blood, some had their heads crushed into a chunky mess while others had their throats ripped out. None of these puddles are dry, did he just do this? Why? And where is he? Despite my stomach being sick I push through, stepping past and over the multiple corpses.

“S-She’s coming back, I swear!” He whimpered, “Please, I didn’t mean it,  just please...!”

Shit, that’s the next hall. I turn the corner to see The Shape further down the hall stalking towards an unarmed guard who crawled back from him with a brutally broken arm, begging for his life. The killer’s hands, arms, and feet were soaked in blood, I could hear his heavy breathing from all the way down here. 

Without thinking, I ran a little closer in hopes of distracting him from earning another kill as loud police sirens closed in from afar. I stopped a good 20 feet from my big, murderous patient and did the only thing I could think of to potentially distract him enough:

“Michael!!”

The Shape freezes in place, his long, shaggy hair shifting as he slowly lifts his head from the guard. He looks back over his shoulder almost as if to confirm it was me before turning his entire body to face me, leaving the guard completely forgotten behind him. My heart pounded with fear and disbelief that I actually stopped him, even if for only a second. I remain still, watching him from afar and he doesn't move either, most likely analyzing me from behind that orange mask of his.

“I... I'm back...?”

After another long 10 seconds of silence, he tilts his head to the right. Then takes a step forward, foot thudding from his weight.

I stumble back a little but he continues to approach wordlessly, with slow, deliberate steps.

“Uh, hey big guy...”

His breaths are instantly back to being undetectable, even more so as more police sirens join the others. At first, I wanted to let him close the gap between us but the scent of blood— the sight of it practically dripping from his body combined with the intensity of the moment made my courage crumble and I ran in the other direction. I hear Michael huff angrily as his heavy footsteps stomp quickly behind me, closing the distance as if my running didn’t matter, his longer legs helping him gain on me in seconds— in my defense, I was wearing heels. 

Knowing that I wasn’t gonna be able to outrun him, I started banging on all the patients' doors in the hall, hoping to find an unlocked one as my heart raced. Little did I know, this whole floor had been evacuated right after Michael broke out and before my shift started.

“Hello!? Let me in!” I begged, “C’mon, please! Somebody help me!”

Nobody responds, the only sound being the loud footsteps of the nearly 7-foot killer getting closer. As I reach the next handle, Michael suddenly grabs my arm, causing me to scream as he forcefully spins me to face him. He calmly and slowly leans down to look at me while I panic but as soon as I try to pull away, he roughly pulls me flush against his blood-soaked clothes with a single grunt.

“Michael, no!” A familiar voice called, “Stop!”

I look back over my shoulder to see a group of police officers running behind Dr. Loomis with their guns drawn as they make their way down the blood-soaked hallway. They all stop and stand at the end of the corridor, smartly staying a safe distance from Michael. Tears sting the corner of my eyes as I wait for him to hurt me.

But he doesn't. 

In fact, upon seeing Loomis he pulled me impossibly closer to his bloody shirt, holding me so tight against him that a small amount seeped from the fabric and smeared my right cheek.

“What is he doing...?” Loomis asks aloud, “He's never done anything like this before; he doesn’t take hostages. Michael... Let the girl go... please.”

Michael doesn't say a word, his head never lifting to even consider looking at Loomis.

“Please...” I whimper, choking up, “P-Please don’t hurt me...”

“Michael...” Loomis says, taking a step forward, “She's begging you. Don’t hurt her, let her go.”

The doctor’s step made the masked killer immediately take another step back.

“No.” I sniffle, looking up at him, “Please don’t hurt me, just... please.”

He tilted his head to the side, at least giving me some confirmation that he was listening to me, but his arm didn’t even attempt to loosen from around my back. That’s when Loomis picked up on something:

“Do... you like her?” He asks gently, “That’s it, isn’t it... you like her...?”

I tense at his words, eyes widening at the revelation. After all this time, Michael hadn’t made a single move to hurt me. He hadn’t crushed me, broke my neck, hit me, nothing. I had been in his grasp for over a minute and the only thing wrong is how fucking terrifying he is. I look up at the killer's mask and take it upon myself to try something— since we already bonded a little, it didn’t seem like that big of a risk. I slowly wrap my arms around Michael’s waist, staining my arms in blood.

“Michael...?” I say, taking a deep breath, “C-Can you can wrap your arms around me... like this?”

The killer stays silent for a moment, head tilting to the right.

“Please...? You’re... You're scaring me...”

He readjusts his head, never taking his cold eyes off me. A couple seconds of silence passed before he readjusted the arm across my back and added his other to mimic me, completely enveloping me in his tight embrace. I gasp softly in disbelief.

“Yeah, like that, good.” I choke up despite being a little calmer, “That’s better...” 

His huge arms instantly relaxed at my words, I even managed to catch a soft breath from behind that orange mask.

“You just killed so many people, and... do you know why...?”

He huffs behind the mask, seemingly agitated again as he starts tensing against me so I instantly shush him and rub his lower back, bringing his large frame to a frighteningly immediate halt.

“Easy, you know I’m just asking. Like the questions last week, remember?”

Another softened huff as he retightened his embrace. Then a subtle nod. He’s really trying his best to be gentle; it’s kinda cute. It’s just too bad my heart was already going a mile a minute. Everyone must think I’m crazy, but I just need to keep him calm... or whatever his version of calm is. 

I can feel Loomis’ and the police’s confused looks on us, completely at a loss of what to do now but I ignore their stares, doing everyone a favor by keeping the murderous giant calm and collected by softly petting his chest and a few gentle words. Somehow.

“That's it, you don’t have to hold me so tight. I won’t go anywhere.”

My eyes stayed locked on the cold, dead blue ones behind the mask, making sure he was watching as I slowly pulled my arms from around him. I rest my hands on his broad, blood-stained chest while I gently coax him to loosen his grip, trying to convince him I wasn’t gonna try to run away, and after a full minute, he finally listens, arms slowly becoming less tense. I smile.

“There you go, see? I'm right here...” I whisper, “Did you hurt all this staff just because I left for the week?”

Michael suddenly drops his arms from my body. He hangs his head, his long, brown hair obscuring his mask as his bloody hands gently grab the chin of his mask and the string on the back of his head, slowly pulling off his mask before promptly dropping it to the floor next to him. I hear the cops murmur, their grips on their weapons tightening as Michael reaches into his pocket, but I hear Loomis shush them.

“What are you doing?”

He pulls out a bloody ID card, the movement making 3 more fall out and clatter to the floor. He didn’t react to them, opting to hold up the first one to my face with his fingers. A...nurse? He killed her and took her ID? Wait... I take the card and pick up the ones that fell, reading all of them to see that they were all nurses.

Between this and what the guard said when he was crawling away, it all clicked: “S-She’s coming back, I swear! Please, I didn’t mean it,  just please...”. I look up at his obstructed face and I couldn’t help but pout sympathetically as if he didn’t just murder 4 nurses and then some.

“I didn’t leave you, and I’m not going to. I just took a break.”

Michael's head lifts slightly, giving me a glimpse of those dead, blue eyes narrowing through his hair. Oh right, I leave when my shift ends. Shit.

“And if I do, I'll be right back; nobody’s replacing me— especially not if this is what you do when you miss me. Next time, I’ll tell you when I’m taking a long break okay?”

He nods subtly.

“Why’d you take off your mask? You didn’t need to.”

He firmly grabs my wrist and to my surprise, he guides it past his dark strands until my palm rests on his cold cheek. I smile at him.

“Aw, you’re kinda cute when you’re not all, uh...” I quickly glance at the carnage around us again, “Angry...?”

A small huff and I could see his eyes close.

“We gotta get you cleaned up, big guy. Can I take you to the showers? I won’t let the police hurt you, but—”

The blue eyes snap open. The killer's body straightens up, lifting his free hand and poking my chest.

“Me...?”

A nod.

“Fair, I guess them hurting you isn’t really the issue but they won’t hurt me either.”

His lack of movement makes me sigh. Without letting go of his face, I look over my shoulder at Loomis wondering how to even ask this.

“Loomis, can you get the police to clean up everything else while I... fix him up?”

“Is he...” Loomis steps back, “Are you sure? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just need you to get the police away cuz he thinks they’ll hurt me.”

“They’ll hurt you?!”

“Just... humor me, alright? Unless you wanna deal with him?”

Loomis rightfully hesitates but knowing the carnage in the next hall, he complies and turns back to face the police, telling them to, at the very least, put their guns away— to leave him alone and carry on with the crime scene clean up as normal— as normal as they can anyway. I look back at Michael, watching his shoulders lower as the cops holster their guns. Once a few start to leave to go get the cleanup team, he finally releases my wrist and steps back, waiting for me to lead him to the shower room.

[alesandraelin]

𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚢 - 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚊!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

description: the aftermath of the London derby

warning: smut, 18+ only

The roar of the crowd filled the air as the two teams took the field, the fierce rivalry between Arsenal and Chelsea took place at Stamford bridge. Leah scanned the pitch, her eyes locking with yours, Chelsea's best winger. Your gazes held a mixture of intensity and affection, it was never easy but it was your jobs.

The whistle blew, and the game was on. Both teams fought fiercely, each determined to gain the upper hand. Leah lead Arsenal's defence, making crucial tackles. Your lighting pace and precision being a constant threat to their backline.

As the match wore on, the tension mounted. Neither side was willing to give an inch. Then, in the 80th minute, you pounced on a loose ball and raced towards goal. Leah, in a desperate attempt to stop you, lunged in with a sliding tackle. The referee blew her whistle, signalling a penalty to Chelsea.

You stepped up, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew Leah would be devastated if you scored. But this was a derby, and the stakes were high. With a deep breath, you struck the ball, sending it past the goalkeeper and into the top left corner of the goal. Stamford Bridge was instantly filled with the roar of the Chelsea fans and the groans of their opposition. Your teammates immediately running over to you in celebration.

The final whistle blew 20 minutes later, and the Chelsea players erupted in celebration. Torn between joy and guilt, you sought out Leah. You found you partner sitting on the bench, head in her hands.

Gently, you approached, placing a hand on Leah's shoulder."Babe, I'm so sorry," You whispered, your voice laced with emotion.

Leah looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Don't," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just leave me alone."

You opened your mouth to speak, but Leah cut you off. "I need some space," she said, turning away.

You watched helplessly as Leah walked away, your heart breaking for the woman she loved. You knew Leah took losses hard, but this was different. This was personal.

Chelsea celebrated their victory long into the night. you, however, couldn't fully enjoy the moment. Your mind kept drifting back to Leah, wondering if she was okay.

As the party wound down, You made your way back to the apartment you shared with Leah, Jess dropping you home. You hesitated before unlocking the door, unsure of what you would find on the other side.

When you opened the door, you find Leah sitting on the couch, her eyes red from crying.

"Hey," You say softly, sitting down next to her.

"Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.We sat in silence for a moment, the tension thick.

You wanted to reach out and hold her, but you weren't sure if she would welcome your touch. "I'm sorry," you finally said.

Leah nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I just... I feel like I let the team down. I shouldn't have gone in like that, I let the team down and I could've injured you."

You moved closer to her, wrapping your arms around her. "It's not your fault, babe. You played your heart out. Results will not always be how you want. I'm perfectly fine."

Leah leaned into your embrace and she looked up at you, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. "I love you" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Leah," you replied, pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

As your kiss deepened, you felt the tension melt away, replaced by a burning desire. Leah's hands roamed your body, igniting a fire within you. You stumbled to the bedroom, both of your clothes falling to the floor in a trail.

Leah's anger melted away. "I'm feeling a bit... frustrated." Her eyes darkened with desire as she pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together perfectly despite your differences. "And I think you should help me with that."

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the familiar spark of arousal ignite within you. Leah's dominant nature always sent shivers down your spine "Of course, anything for you," you whispered, your voice husky with need.

Leah growled softly, her hands grasping your hips possessively. She lowered her head, her lips trailing along your jawline, down to the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. "Get on the bed, baby," she murmured, her hot breath tickling your ear. "I want to taste you."

You whimpered, already dripping with anticipation. You did as you were told, climbing onto the bed and positioning yourself comfortably on the soft sheets. Leah joined you, kneeling between your thighs, her eyes glittering with lust as she took in the sight before her.

Leah ran her hands along your thighs, spreading them wider to expose your core. She leaned in, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal before parting your lips with her thumbs and pressing her mouth to the pulsing heat within.

You gasped at the first touch of Leah's tongue, moaning as your lover lapped at her juices, swirling her tongue around your clit before plunging it deep inside you. Leah knew exactly how to drive her wild, and she took her time, teasing and tasting, drawing out your pleasure until you were writhing and begging for release.

"Please, Leah," you panted, your fingers tangling in Leah's hair. "I'm so close. Don't stop."

Leah hummed in response, the vibrations sending you over the edge. You cried out, back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Leah rode out the storm, her mouth bringing you back down.

"I wanna use the strap on you baby." Leah whispered in your ear as she hovered above you again.

A shiver ran down your spine at Leah's words, and she reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. She poured some onto her fingers, rubbing it between her palms to warm it up before reaching down to stroke your swollen core.

You moaned, spreading your legs wider to give Leah better access. Leah teased you, circling her fingers around your sensitive clit before sliding two fingers deep inside you, scissoring them to stretch her open. "You like that, baby?" she whispered, leaning down to nibble on your ear.

"Mm Leah please." You practically begged as she teased you.

Hearing your plea, Leah wasted no time. She reached for the strap-on that you had bought for these very occasions and buckled it around her waist, adjusting the harness until it fit snugly.

She positioned herself between your spread thighs, taking a moment to admire the view. You looked breathtaking, eyes closed, chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, your pussy glistening with need. Leah wanted to take her time, but the sight before her was too much to bear.

She guided the tip of the dildo to your entrance, pushing slowly inside, inch by inch, until she was buried to the hilt. Leah groaned and your back arched as you felt yourself stretched and filled. "Move, Leah," You moan.

Leah didn't need to be told twice. She began to thrust, slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace as your moans filled the room. She watched as her cock disappeared into your body, again and again, the wet, sucking sounds filling the air. Leah's clit catching on the base of the strap with each and every thrust, her moans being drawn out alongside yours.

Your legs wrapped around her waist as she picked up the pace. "Fuck Leah. Don't stop, I'm close." You moan as Leah speeds up even more at your words, your orgasm quickly approaching.

You threw your head back as your were finally pushed over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Leah carefully removed herself and discarded the strap to be dealt with later.

Finally, you collapsed back onto the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Leah crawled up beside you, a smug smile on her face. "Feeling better?" she asked, her voice laced with satisfaction.

You nodded, a lazy smile on your face. "Mmm, much. But now it's my turn to take care of you." She rolled over, straddling Leah's hips and looking down at her with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What do you say, Leah? Do you want me to make you feel good too?"

Leah's eyes darkened with desire, and she reached up to pull you down for a passionate kiss. "Please baby, I need you." Leah tells you.

That was all you needed so begin as your un hooked yourself from her waist and started pressing soft kisses down her chest, trailing down her stomach before pressing a harder kiss on her clit. This drew a soft moan from the blonde below you.

You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked softly as her moans grew louder, you trailed down from her clit to her entrance. You tongue moving passionately on her, hitting that spot that drove her absolutely crazy.

You could tell she was getting close as she tugged at the roots of your hair. You mouth returned to suck and flick on her clit as two fingers entered her. Leah's deep moans were like music to your ears as she told you she was close. You fingers and tongue speeding up as she reached her peak, you lapped up all of her bliss and brought her back down from her high.

You moved away from her legs and attached yourself to her body, arms wrapping around her shoulders. "I love you Le." You mumble into her shoulder tiredly, her hands running up and down your back soothingly.

"I love you more baby. I'm sorry for almost hurting you my love" Leah kissed the top of your head lovingly, clinging onto you like a lifeline as your soft snores replaced the staggered breathing.

[growth-crazy-girl]

Extreme Slime Expansion

Warning: Extreme Rapid Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario 😜

Ok I normally don’t do long form writing, but I wanted to put this somewhere lol. One of my biggest fantasies is myself being a slime girl with the ability to pump up humans with my slime. I’m not into NC so only if willing, but I’d wanna pump up a skinny girl hundreds and hundreds of pounds in a matter of minutes, and then some 🤤

I’d start by thickening her up all around, watching her skinny thighs fill out, her rear showing more definition, her breasts slowly becoming fuller and rounder, the rest of her body developing a layer of supple fat. My slime works as a biological imitator, so my cells instantly mutate to whatever host cells I want to replicate. In other words, her body is genuinely gaining all of this weight, and I can mold her in any way I want

First I’d concentrate my slime straight to her lower half. Rapidly her hips widen, her thighs thicken, her cheeks swell with pounds and pounds of fat and flesh, and her skin keeps up the pace, the volume and surface area of her ass increase exponentially. I push her up against the mirror so she can see how bottom heavy she’s becoming, going from “thick” to “bbw pear” to “cartoon mom” and beyond, dense fat packed into her hips and thighs and enormous cheeks

Next I’d focus on her belly, slime pumping into her pound after pound until her gut sprawls out before her, love handles turning into dense fat rolls, belly button swelling up on all sides and getting deep. I grab her hanging belly as it sags lower and jiggle it around. Still though it’s stuffed so full of fat and adipose that it extends out straight in front of her, and she moans feeling the vibrations jiggle through hundreds of pounds of new tissue across her body

Suddenly her boobs explode outward in size as I finally concentrate my full power on them, surging with glutted fat and newfound breast tissue. Rivers of slime can be heard forcibly gushing their way into the now ocean of titmeat. Of course I have to force a ton of slime into her nipples as well, swelling them up huge and hard, the size of an average girl’s dildo. Each boob rolls to the side of her gut, still riding as firm on her chest as possible at this size

As she blows through the entire alphabet of bra sizes and into the unknown, I can’t help but squeeze a few dozen collective pounds into fattening her fupa and entire vulva, giving her a wobbling, gravid pussy bigger than her head, and a clit bigger than a soup bowl

She must be, what, 600-700 pounds now? I can only imagine the mixture of fear and excitement she’d be feeling, knowing she let me make her as big as I wanted. Surely we must be done right? She can’t even see the mirror anymore! Little does she know we’re just getting started…

I broadened my slime flow to the rest of her body and begin pumping. Her only request was to maintain some semblance of mobility, and I planned to happily oblige.

Too much weight to carry? Slime poured into her muscles to beef them up, and she modifies her stance to accommodate the enormous amount of new muscle needed to keep her mountainous ass cheeks lofty and firm, to keep her legs from buckling under the sheer weight. Not enough structural integrity? Slime reinforces her bones, strengthens her joints and ligaments, adding even more fat and skin in the right places to maintain balance. Heart going to stop from pure insane obesity? The chambers of her heart suck up my slime like a sponge, becoming like biological steel. I’ll shape and mold her body in any way necessary to maintain every bodily function, maintain some human resemblance…. All so she can take more.

More fat. More slime. MORE.

I finally realize that she’s going to need more height and a larger frame overall or else the laws of physics will catch up with us, and so the massive pile of woman begins growing up as well as out in every direction.

Awww but now she’s not visibly getting much bigger! 20 pounds a second looks like nothing on her, and that’s no fun 😏 So I take a deep breath, enter her every remaining orifice, and make one final push

*GLUUUUUURGLRGLRGLRGLRG*

Her body sounds like a fire hydrant in reverse as hundreds of gallons of slime force there way into her mountainous form, instantly turning into flesh and bone and fat. Soooo much fat.

Finally I stop when I hit that magical number- 2000lbs. I can’t wait to tease her, “you literally weigh a ton, you’re literally as big as an elephant, it might take some getting used to, but you can walk waddle short distances!”

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. This gigantic blob of a once skinny woman had me drooling over her every roll and curve. I was particularly proud of her gargantuan ass cheeks that were each the size of a refrigerator, and yet miraculously didn’t touch the ground, instead perpetually wobbling and jiggling acting as a counterweight to the insane amount of flesh forced into her boobs, belly, and pussy.

“MMMMMMMMMM” I heard her moan as she tried to lean forward to rest on her boulder of a belly, “I’m soooooo hungryyyyyy”

I stood behind her, admiring that I could now see her enormous blubbery vulva, glistening and dripping as a testament to how horny and sensitive I’d made her

“Me too babe, me too 🥵🤤😋”

***Dont expect long form written content or stories from me like this in the future, this is a super rare occurrence 😜😜😜

[petrssecrethideout]

The casino wasn't exactly well known. It was located on the side of the road somewhere in the Midwest, with the closest town being at least 20 miles away. It didn't help that the outside looked dingy and worn down, with the sign High Rollers Lounge painted in fading red and white paint. However none of that stopped it from being a fairly well liked place, all because nobody ever won money there at all.

Instead, any winnings at the casino would be instantly converted to pure muscle, adding pounds onto any player that won. It left a lot of the anxiety of gambling by the wayside, as now everyone knew they weren't getting the money back, it was just about what they could gain by gambling it.

Of course, there were still people who lost, spending hundreds of dollars just to only gain a few pounds, but even that had an upside. Nowhere else in the world could you gain a few pounds of pure muscle in one night. It also helped that every new win was a free show for the rest of the casino, and there were a lot to go around. Every few minutes you could hear the grunting of another guy busting out of his clothes after winning a jackpot. That kept people coming back almost as much as the thought of becoming one of those winners did.

[llovekami]

please destroy me / toji f.

inspired by the fic on my wattpad: sorusorry

cw: lingerie, masc reader, choking, anal, collars/leashes, dacryphilia, hair pulling, mean!toji, size difference, handcuffs, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm denial, usage of ‘pretty boy,’ ‘prince,’ and ‘doll’ from toji, kind of/very soft toji near the beginning and end

it was so late.

11:38pm to be exact, but when you slipped into the white lingerie you knew toji just adored, you couldn’t help but be compelled to take at least a few photos. the thigh highs that hugged your thighs, the skin tight underwear that hugged your figure, and a collar with toji’s name wrapped nicely around your neck, snug around your throat. you posed in front of your mirror, on your knees with your hand holding your leash.

you sent a few more pictures, some a bit more risqué than the others. pulling down your underwear to just barely show your length, grinning at the camera with a devilish glint in your hues.

just how did you get here?

you never partied or danced. the bass of the music that you had never heard before blasting, making your heart thump harder than it already was. your job was stressful enough, paperwork after paperwork, never being able to find time for partying like you did in your teenage years.

you were sly, hiding a smirk behind a red solo cup of whiskey when men and women alike had come to flirt with you, to tease you - try and weasel their way into your pants. you had merely brushed them off like a speck of dust on your shirt, avoiding their disappointed gaze from across the room.

until he came along.

until him, being alone was how you worked. you avoided partners, avoided your love life in exchange for more gratification and pleasure to your sex life, having experienced it all with various amounts of people. until you had met toji, of course.

he was well built, sly and flirty just like you were. the scar on his lip, jet black hair and enticing green eyes that simply lured you closer and closer to his pretty self. he wore a tight, black shirt that showed off every ridge and curve of his rough body that you soon came to explore, showed off every muscle he had gained.

it was sickening.

now, here you were, months later.

and merely moments later after reminiscing about the past and after you had flopped onto your bed waiting for toji to reply, he called.

a gruff, rough voice spoke into your ear once you held the phone up to your ear. “w’na guess how far i am, doll?” he uttered, and for a minute you felt your blood run cold. he lived about an hour away, was he just bluffing? “about 20 minutes.. was g’na give you a gift for being so patient ‘n waitin’ on me, but it doesn’t seem that you deserve that, huh?” he laughed, before he left the call without elaborating.

you waited, patiently. 10 minutes had passed, then 15. you didn’t even have to wait the entire 20 minutes before you heard three hard pounds at the dark wood door. you rushed, sweatpants hugging at your hips that you had put on in wait, your collar and leash still easily accessible. the soft pitter-patter of your socked feet hitting your hardwood floor made toji smirk, knowing how eager and desperate you were for him. how much you needed him, and he knew exactly why you had sent those. not to tease, not to be bratty, but because you missed him.

toji knew his job was stressful for someone with a relationship, and he knew that he was gone most of the time. which is why he won’t punish you as hard as he should for your teasing. he knew it was only because you missed him, and to be fair, he missed you too.

you opened the door, the brisk coldness of the outside sending goosebumps down your body, toji moving inside and shutting the door behind him. almost instantly, his hands came to rest on your hips while your own came to rest on his chest. he grinned, and the large cheshire smile he gave once you blushed and gave an apologetic look had you nearly collapsing then and there.

his strong, calloused and scarred hands came to hoist you up from your thighs, your arms thrown around his shoulders and the desperateness of the hickeys you had planted on his neck, the eagerness of the whines you let out when you rubbed up against him in just the right way that was pleasurable had you seeing stars. all of it had toji twitching in his own grey sweatpants, sighing once he had made it to your bed. handcuffs and lube already sitting on your nightstand, just waiting for him just as you were.

“miss me, prince? cause gods know i missed you,” he growled, “i missed you so much. like those little videos i sent you, huh?” he inquired, and his hot breath was right next to your ear as he trailed down. he untied the strings of your pants, nearly ripping them off of your body as he tossed them to the corner of your inconsistently shared room. the prettiness of the lingerie you had on blended so well with everything about you, the softness of your skin, your personality, everything. his little angel.

his hand spread over your thigh and nearly engulfed it without even trying, cursing under his breath. “fuck, you’re so small beneath me. my pretty little doll, aren’t you? all dolled up just for me, god damn.” he cursed once more, before his hand had come up to wrap around your throat and rest there. he squeezed, so gentle, and a little sound came from you.

he hissed, and did it again. the same little noise came from you before he removed his hand and hastily pulled down his own pants, leaving nothing but his black underwear as he pressed his own erection against the inner side of your thigh. “this is what you do to me, you know?” he inquired rhetorically, and you whined. you were practically begging for him, twitching against your laced underwear softly. “please,” you begged, “please, jus’ want you, want you so bad!” you pleaded, nails digging eagerly into his forearm.

he batted his lashes, chuckling softly. “awh. do you? poor thing, so pathetic. resorting to begging so soon and i’ve barely done anything.” he scoffed, glaring down at you. “flip.” he commanded, and his hands went to your waist once you had taken a second too late to flip over like he commanded you to. your ass in the air and your back arched, you pressed yourself against his steadily growing erection. you were eager, and based on the feeling, so was he.

a harsh whack! came down to your ass, cheek already reddening from the harshness of it. the feeling had you biting your lip, whimpering and whining as you continued to wag your hips against his fast growing erection, sighing as he merely tossed his head back. his large palm sprawled across the cheek in which he had smacked, soothing the soft red that had grown from it.

he tugged his underwear down, a flushed, angry red tip that had softly hit his stomach before residing on your, still stinging, ass. “come on, baby.. lemme jus’...” he uttered before his fingers hooked under the waistline of your underwear, almost shredding them off like they were nothing. “i’ll get you a new pair, c’mon,” he cooed, “don’t pout.” he chuckled, your face snapping back into a little embarrassed look before you averted your gaze.

he grabbed the lube, opening it with haste and rubbing himself so quickly it left him damn near whimpering at the feeling of satisfaction, of something he so desperately wanted. he grabbed your waist, sighing softly as he finally rushed himself into you. he groaned while you had merely gripped onto the sheets, a meek and breathless “fuck” coming from you.

his thrusts were sporadic, no real meaning behind them other than missing you, a desperate need he needed to quench or else it’d drive him insane, it’d drive you insane. he groaned as his brows furrowed, tossing his head back as his hand came to whack at your ass once more. “fuck.. i.. i missed you so much,” he sighed, “god, you deserve to be punished for how much you teased me, but i’m guilty of the same. fucking. thing.” he growled, accentuating his words with his thrusts which made you thrust into the mattress below you, whimpering as the bed began to creak at the force of his thrusts.

he grabbed at your leash, pretty just like you and tugged until you choked out a breath. he released his hold on it, before moving back to tug on it again until you were a whimpering mess. whilst one hand resided on your leash, the other went from holding your waist tightly to tugging onto your hair. “god.. consider this enough punishment for now,” he rasped, “maybe you’ll know not to.. oh.. fuck, not t’tease me so much next time, won’t you?”

you arched your back, crying out at the feeling of both the pain and pleasure at two separate points of your body, in which caused a stirring feeling in the deepest pits of your stomach. “toji.. toji!” you cried, moving one of your hands lower and lower until he caught them both, the hand which was previously on your leash now wrapped around both of your wrists. “fucking.. brat, was g’na let you cum if you didn’t fuckin’ try to get yourself off.” he growled, before grabbing the handcuffs on the nightstand and cuffing them together behind your back, furrowing his brows.

you were desperate at this point, tears daring to roll down your pretty little face and dribble down onto the bed. “please.. please, i’m s’close toji,” you urged, and he chuckled darkly in reply. “need to cum?” he pouted, “too fucking bad.” his thrusts sped up, sighing and grunting into your ear as he dared to reach his own orgasm. “don’t you dare fucking cum, slut. if you do, i won’t touch you in a way that’ll please you the way you like for the rest of this fucking month.”

it wasn’t a threat with toji, never. it was always a promise. his hands whacked once more at your rear for the -nth time that night, and after a few more minutes of your moans increasingly getting louder along with your nonstop begging and tears that had dripped off of your cheeks and jawline and onto the bed, he groaned as he came inside of you.

it was a desperate, long and suffocatingly rushed moment as his hand wrapped around your own length to jerk you off, chuckling darkly as he kissed at your back and let you cum into his rough hand. he sighed once you came, slipping out of your tired hole and moving to the bathroom and to the kitchen. the sound of the bath running and the feeling of a warm wrap tapping softly at the cum that ran down your hole was relieving, cleaning both you and himself off as he kissed your neck.

“are you okay?” he cooed, and you only weakly nodded once he let you relax into him. he stripped you of the rest of your remaining lingerie, lowering you slowly into the relaxing and warm bath. a cold glass of water was settled beside of the tub on a little table, before toji himself lowered into the bath and let you settle onto his chest. he washed and scrubbed your back, so delicately, so softly for an intimidating man like him.

“gonna try and work less this month, you know?” he hushed, “gonna try and.. spend more time with you. i promise.” and for the first time in a while, toji relaxed against you and held you close. it was soft, the feeling of his lips against your skin, and the way you slipped into slumber was as easy as ever with toji fushiguro by your side.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Hi! I love your stories😍🔥

I hope that i will be transformed by you too! I want to be totally humiliated: be super obese, have smallest d*ck, become super stinky and hairy, constantly oinking pig!

I want your every humiliating idea to become my reality!

Maybe i will find myself stuck in chastity, maybe i will become addicted of serving sweaty feet… It's up to you to decide, cause you're a demon!

Oh I’m a demon huh? Well since you have given me such a great compliment I can only be so kind as to return the favor. It sounds like you read about max. And that other man who wished to be like him? But it sounds like you want worse. Much much worse. You’re already disgusting from the sound of it. Looking down at your phone you feel the rumble from your stomach that you have been begging to have for so long. A rumble that I have made sure will never go away. The pains of hunger. Your body begins to gain fat at a rapid pace you arms filling wil jelly as your stomach blows out into a huge massive sphere. Like a permanent table that for you eat on. And you chin multiplies as you grow two thick fat rolls on your neck. But you said you want to be hairy? Done. You start to itch on you back as the hairy begins to coat your once smooth skin and it wraps around your body on you fat boobs and you massive gut. Working its way down your legs. But yet this still isn’t enough ? Didn’t you say. Oinking ? Done. You’ll no longer speak even. Only oinking like the fat hog you are. In fact. I think it’s time for you gain even more weight ! Instantly you stomach begins to jiggle as another 20 pounds of permanent fat build into you already large rotund frame! You need to sweat more now. Make you really disgusting and animal like the pig you are. You squee like the pig as you start to have fat sweaty needs drip from you tits and down your back. And didn’t you say you never you want to see your cock again? Alright. You’re going to have a fat pad big enough to swallow the whole thing ! 10 pounds of sat gain there should do the trick! See. Now I can’t even see it !! Your legs begin to wobble as your weight is so intense and you are so heavy. It’s ok. Time for another…50!! Instantly you gut and boobs get bigger. You arms. Jigglier and you legs ever heavier and you fall to the floor with a loud thud! I’m surprised you didn’t put a dent in the floor. Now at a massive 450. But you wanted to be large right ? How about this. You’re going to gain another 50 pounds of permanent weight. Then. Every pound after that you gain will be permanent. But that will be your doing. Or is it me ? I can’t remember since you going to be forced to eat all the time will appetite. Oh and everything you eat obviously make you gain weight. Try to not eat ? Instant weight gain as punishment. You wanted a demon curse. You got it pig boy now oink!

[pentupfatty]

Playing with my Waistline

Part 2

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Staring at the ticket counter rise on the machine, you look up and see as the more tickets I earn, the more I seem to either grow, or clothes shrink. But to your “expert level” detective skills, or just using your eyes, you watch as my body grows.

Slowly, my pants grow tighter, my T-shirt rides up slightly, and my face plumps at the slightest. I look back at you, now a little bit thicker, and smile. “Oh! Look, I got really close to the high score!” I say, and point at the game. 2 points off. Looking around you see someone else playing, watch them win the jackpot, and almost instantly them gain nearly 20 pounds. Looking back at me, and look at the drinks in your hand, you realize just how long you wish for me to stay and play here.

Walking around the arcade floor, we hop from game to game, earning more and more tickets. You begin to see my previously flat chest and butt, suddenly grow larger and fatter. My belly begins to grow out of my shirt, my ass rounds out and are about 15 pounds off from ripping the seams off the pants I was wearing.

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Near 2 hours later, almost 10 drinks deep, you stare from the table, watching a now 370lbs lard ball waddle from game to game. Using some of the points I won, you purchased new clothes from the prize area after I had ripped out of the ones I came in with. Heavily breathing, I waddle over to you and sit down in the seat across from you. “I….got an…oof…jackpot…!” I say through labored breaths, and begin greedily eating the feast you ordered. And as I finish up, you say that we should head home, and help me waddle out to the parking lot until you realize.

How the hell am I gonna fit in the car?

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Honestly I think this might be worst then the last, but i just suck at appreciating my work LMAOO.

Anyways, see y’all later !!!!

[kringletheelf04]

The list and wrapping duty

(Chapter 7 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)

It's been a week since Bernard showed up in the bakery. Dad is officially on thin ice. He showed up at Charlie's soccer game and apparently all the children lined up to sit on his lap. And he let them! I'm driving home from work and as I pull up the delivery man pulls up as well. I get out and go up to the truck.

"S.c?" The delivery man asks.

"My dad. I'll sign for it though." I say, initialing the papers.

"All right, I'll get your packages." The guy says, unloading multiple large boxes.

"Packages?" I ask, scrunching my nose slightly.

"Yes, there's many of them here." The man says.

I quickly go unlock the front door, propping it open so he can set them inside.

After over ten minutes the man finally hands the last package directly to me. I shut the door with my hip and set down the package onto the kitchen table. I get a knife and cut the package open. Inside is a list long enough to wrap around the house.

"What's this?" I mumble.

"The list." I hear a voice behind me call out.

Turning around I see Bernard standing there with several rolls of wrapping paper and a roll of ribbon. He sets them down, leaning them against the wall.

" I can see that. Why's it here?" I gesture to the multiple boxes scattered through the walkway.

"Your dad has to check them. Remember, p for present and c for coal." Bernard nods.

"What's that for?" I ask, pointing  to the wrapping paper.

"Training. Remember when I said your part is harder than your dads. Today we will be tackling wrapping." He picks up the now empty box that carried one part of 'the list'.

" Ok, I guess. But let's move to my room. I don't want my dad having a heart attack when he gets home. I don't think he'll believe you're real even if he sees you." I say taking the paper and ushering Bernard up the stairs.

I open my bedroom door and pull Bernard in, shutting and locking it behind me.

"Dad's got no sense of privacy so I'm gonna have to keep the door locked. Otherwise he'd come in and see, well, you, I guess." I explain.

"Has the santafacation process begun yet? It usually only takes three three months to be complete." Bernard asks, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Santafacation? You mean my dad growing a beard that can't be shaved off, his hair turning white, and him gaining 150 pounds? If so than yes." I turn back to him.

"Oh good. I was afraid that the unwillingness would effect it." Bernard sighs.

"So wrapping and ribbon tying?" I ask.

"Yes, two very important parts of Christmas. We will practice until you get it just right." He pulls out tape and scissors and sets them next to the paper.

This is gonna be a long time.

(TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY FED EX)

It's been over three hours wrapping. I finally got it just right. I've been fumbling over the ribbon tying though. I can't seem to get it right.

"Christmas Eve I believe it was 1955, Dubuque Iowa. Santa's making his way down a very dusty chimney when, CRASH- BOOM-ZING! A bow catches a rusty nail and rips off. Santa loses his footing and plummets all the way down through the chimney mr gets wedged between brick and cement and can't move. Now we don't want that to happen again do we?" Bernard monologues.

"That might be a little funny seeing my dad fall. But seeing as falling 20 feet instantly kills Santa's, maybe that's a bad idea." I look up at him.

"Is this one good enough yet?" I ask him handing the box to him.

"Exemplary, actually! I knew you could do it (y/n)!" He praises.

My cheeks heat up slightly. Somehow his praise makes me act different than others.

"Now, next time I see you we will work on placing the presents under the tree." Bernard stands.

"We don't have a tree. Mom used to buy us a real one each year, but after she passed we never bought one again." I get up off my knees.

"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He shakes his head.

"Can you stay? Dad won't be home for a couple hours!" I ask him.

"Well, I don't feel great leaving Curtis in charge for too long." He rubs his arm.

"Please??? Just a little bit longer surly won't hurt!" I practically beg.

He sighs. "I guess half an hour more won't hurt."

I jump up, wrapping him in a tight hug. We nearly fall onto my bed with the amount of force I put into the hug.

" I like you, ya know?" I whisper to him.

"I kinda got that when you kissed me." He whispers back.

I snort and place a kiss on his cheek. Suddenly my ears start to feel like they are on fire.

"Ow!" I say, hand going up to rub my ear.

"What's wrong?" Bernard's face shows concern.

"My ears have been killing me lately. I don't know why though." I sit on my bed, legs crossed.

"I didn't think it'd happen this quickly. I guess I should have warned you." He grimaces, sitting down next to me.

"Warned me what?!" I ask, face full of worry.

"Well, uh, you're ears are changing." He takes my hands into his.

"Changing?" I ask, baffled.

"You know how your dad's changing. You're changing too. Just not as much. You've already got the power to talk to animals, but now your ears are going to become pointed. Your ears are going to hurt until they have fully transformed." Bernard discloses.

"Ugh," I groan. "how long will that take?"

"Actually I don't think you'll have to worry about that anymore." Bernard bites his thumb.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"You might want to look in the mirror." Bernard says, like the fox caught in the henhouse.

I rush to my bathroom. Looking in the mirror I can see that my ears are now pointed. How am I gonna be able to walk around like this. Good thing that hat has ear flaps.

I walk out of the bathroom, cheeks red from partial embarrassment. Bernard's got the same look in his eyes when we kissed last.

"I love you." He blurts out, hand quickly covering is mouth and eyes going wide.

"I think I love you too Bernard." I swallow.

I walk over to him, pulling him onto the bed with me. His eyes dart from mine to my lips. I reach up and brush the hair from his face. Even sitting down, he's taller than me. He kisses me, one hand on my back and the other entwined writhing my own hand. This is different from before. More passionate. Our lips clash against each other. Suddenly a knock at my door pulls us away from each other.

"Honey! I'm back from work! I was wondering if you wanted to order pizza for dinner tonight!" My dads voice snaps is out of it.

"We'll talk later. I'm sorry we got interrupted." I whisper into his neck.

"It's fine. We will have plenty of time in ten months or so." He whispers back, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

I get up and walk to the door. I turn around and see Bernard gone.

"Yeah! Pizza sounds awesome! Can we get a veggie lovers one this time though?" I ask, unlocking the door.

I swing the door open and see my dad standing there. It seems like he's gotten bigger if possible. His eyes go to my ears and I subconsciously go to cover them.

"What the hell is this (y/n)? What's up with your ears?" He says pulling on one of them.

"First off, ow. Secondly, it's part of my transformation. Like you gained weight and grew a beard. I grew pointed ears." I explain.

"This is crazy! That was just a dream!" He says, trying to convince himself more than me.

"It wasn't a dream dad!" I argue with him.

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"Because my soulmate has been visiting me when your at work! That's how!" I burst at him without thinking.

"What? Soulmate?!" Dad stands confused.

"Yes! Bernard ended up being my soulmate. That's why I was born with a tattoo! Because it's not a tattoo, but a way of knowing who your soulmate is!" I seeth.

"Why that's wonderful!" Dad squeezes me.

"Too tight dad!" I choke out.

" I guess I knew that that night was real, but logic stopped me from realizing it." He let's me go.

"I love you dad." I hug him.

"I love you too honey." He hugs me back.

[milimeters-morales]

Peter B would try to convince Miguel that it’s mini corn dogs, and when Miguel bites into butter Peter B starts running like he’s trying to join the Spider Society Track Team

ive had these before they are NOT good bro … and they leave you feeling like you gained 20 pounds instantly after just eating a few 😭💔 so yeah Peter Better start Running

[unsafe-chikku]

My relationship with food was always about guilt until fairly recently. I never had the drive to not eat the big carbs and sugars bc I perceived it all as all or nothing. I was a slob and doomed to be ugly and fat.

One of the main reasons (and I’m not joking) was seeing this commercial at the formative age of 13:

And another one I can’t remember that literally showed people with gigantic bits of “unhealthy”food in key places (thighs, belly, butt) and the tag “you are what you eat” .

One of the many driving keys to my extreme depression in my 20s was also extreme self hatred.

I was on a medication for hallucinations that came about from this extreme depression, and unknown to me, it was making me gain weight at a rapid pace even more than my normal antidepressants. ( I was switched off of it years later).

I had no idea it was the meds making me gain weight. So I assumed I was just such a peice of ugly shit that I couldn’t even have self discipline to not eat like a pig.

It didn’t help that my dad always had a quip about not ending up “ten pounds of potatoes in a five pound sack” and his mean comments about overweight people said to us as quiet jokes in public places. My mom was kinder but always tried to help me not gain weight with unsolicited advice.

It was probably way worse for my older sister who was deemed overweight from age 12 onward. (Turned out to be pcos. She even had aunts of ours telling her to stop eating all carbs and shit as a teenager. )

I went through a lot of diets from my teens onward., and only ended up hating myself more.

It was through realizing I was trans and through that accepting and learning to love my self and my body at any size and shape that I started to figure out how to live in a healthier way without getting angry when I “failed”. This was a very very slow process.

Actual info about how to actually be healthy becoming more mainstream than before especially online also helped.

Then I got a new psych who fixed my meds and I lost 20 pounds instantly.

And now that I have more motivation to move and eat better than ever before, there is a side affect of losing weight that I am watching with surprise and a strange sense of neutrality.

Like, If I lose weight bc of a healthier lifestyle, thats ok, it’s that’s not the goal, that’s just part of it for me for as long as it lasts. bc that weight wasn’t my natural size in a healthier lifestyle, if that makes sense?

So overall it ended ok but I wish I could go back and tell little and newly young adult me that they aren’t ugly failures for wanting to eat carbs.

[stargiirl27]

"why do you walk so much everyday" my brain has convinced me that if I don't walk 10 miles a day at least I'll gain 20 pounds instantly

[aspiringfeedersblog]

I love the idea of dating a girl who was clearly in shape at some point, and totally let herself go. Her belly is noticeably plump and round, and is starting to slightly hang. She knows she gained weight, but has no intentions on loosing it.

I rub and kiss her belly. I love watching her belly bounce when she rides me. I secretly start bringing home more food. I start cooking for her. Months pass and she’s put on 20 pounds. She starts complaining that her back hurts when she stands too long because her big hanging belly is getting heavier and heavier. I stop hiding the fact that I’ve been trying to get her fat. I tell her I love her belly and want to see it grow. She hesitates for a moment, “babe I’m already a big girl, how big do you want me to be?” I just want to see you grow bigger baby. “If growing this big fat belly makes you happy, I’ll do it for you”

I purposely buy her tight tank tops that are small on her. Her big belly can’t be contained. I get turned on every time I see her fat belly plopping out of her shirt. I can’t keep my hands of her.

She goes to family gatherings and they make comments about her weight gain. She hides the fact that I’m feeding her, to get bigger. She loves her size, and wants to gain more as well. She stands up and her belly falls out of her shirt, and her whole family is looking at her. When we get home I bring her to the bedroom, undress her, and rub, and caress her big belly. She asks me to jiggle it because it makes her wet. We have sex, and when I’m about to cum she tells me to pull out, and cum on her fat belly. She starts jiggling her big belly, and I instantly cum all over her.

[ironwoodwizard]

Name: Ian D’Arcy

Age: 240 (looks to be late 20’s-early 30’s)

Birthday: October 13, 1783

Gender: male

Sexuality: bisexual

Race: vampire

Appearance: dark loosely curly hair, brown eyes that turn a fathomless black if you look directly at them for too long, pale and too-smooth skin, sharp porcelain-white fangs, tall and lanky form. Greatly resembles his father, but he has his mother’s smile.

FC: young Johnny Depp

Personality: very…odd. Eccentric. Highly intelligent and intuitive, but he doesn’t lord it over others unless he finds it too amusing not to (usually does it to those who insist that they know everything, or especially heinous charlatans). Known as the town weirdo, and he relishes in it in a mostly subtle way. Absolutely a theater kid. Quick-witted goth dude with a heart of gold that he playfully insists is cold and black. Has a background in psychology and criminology and continuously studies it as a hobby. Low-key anarchist. Hates being stuck in boring meetings, and his patience for people only goes so far in settings where he’s forced to sit still(this developed after he was turned; as a mortal, he was well known for his patience in court).

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Powers/Abilities: telekinesis (up to 100 lbs without much effort, but he can lift more if he really pushes himself; the more he lifts, the more it drains him. Heaviest thing he’s lifted/moved was a 300-ish-pound bookshelf that nearly fell on him, and he blacked out afterward.) Fanged bite/exsanguination. Healing factor (drinking blood helps him quickly heal wounds that aren’t caused by holy water or blessed weapons. Burns from sunlight or rushing water heal slowly.) Flight (sort of. His telekinesis allows him to make himself levitate for short periods of time or glide short distances.) Prophecy (when he was a mortal, he often had dreams where glimpses of future events flashed before him. He could not make sense of them unless hypnotized. As a vampire, the visions are much less erratic, and he has learned how to induce them instead of waiting for them to come.) Spiderclimb (he can walk on walls, ceilings, and inverted surfaces as if gravity has no effect on him.) Excellent poker face. Hypnotic gaze (making direct deliberate eye contact with someone for a moment too long puts them under his thrall, though he cannot command a thrall to do anything that they wouldn’t normally be able to do. He often wears dark sunglasses to avoid doing this on accident.) Shapeshifting (he can turn into a bat or a black cat, and is resistant to sunlight in cat form.) Excellent deductive reasoning skills.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Sunlight sensitivity (daylight burns him unless his skin is fully covered, and he has limited day vision), running water (burns him), holy water (burns him), blessed weapons (burn him and do lasting damage), elder wood stake through his heart (paralyzes him until it is removed. If he’s decapitated by a blessed weapon while in this state, he dies. If the stake is blessed, he dies instantly.)

Nationality: English, American

Languages: English, Latin

Style: usually Regency or Victorian gothic inspired, though he dresses more casually when at home and not expecting guests. A lot of black and white with dark jewel-toned accents. Takes great care in his appearance when he knows he’s going to be dealing with people.

Profession: Antique/Curio Shop Owner (current), Lorekeeper (aka Dungeon Master/Game Master. He’s one of the few regulars who show up to run tables at the tavern’s monthly D&D nights), Freelance Detective (former, when he was still mortal, and for a short time after he immigrated to America.), Magistrate (original, while he was still mortal. He wanted to do more to help his village, so he began sleuthing, using his position to gain as much information on various crimes as possible.)

Family: Maeve D’Arcy (née Watson, mother, deceased), Arno D’Arcy (father, deceased), Caolán D’arcy ( pronounced Keelan, younger brother, disappeared, presumed deceased), Robyn D’Arcy (triplet sister, alive, vampire), Sadie D’Arcy (triplet sister, alive, vampire)

Backstory: Born to descendants of French nobles and Scots-Irish merchants in October of 1783, Ian was the second in a set of fraternal triplets. He was brought up in a small but well off village not far from London, taught by the best tutors his father could afford, and groomed from a young age to become a proper magistrate and courtly gentleman. His sisters were educated in much the same manner, set to enter into high society in the same year that he first took his apprenticeship; they were seventeen at the time. A little over a decade later, Ian officially became a magistrate and heard his first case. The case seemed rather simple; a traveling man had been accused of stealing sheep from a local farmer under the cover of darkness for a little over a week, and several witnesses testified that they’d seen him lurking around that farm at or around dusk. The defendant rather adamantly pleaded not guilty, stating that he’d only been watching the farm because he’d seen some strange entity sneak in on his first night in town, and he wanted to see if he could catch it for a reward. Something about the case didn’t sit right with Ian. He knew in his heart that the man was innocent, but he had just as much proof that claim as the rest of the town had of his guilt. Siding with his gut, he announced that they would take a two day recess so that he could investigate the matter further, much to the townsfolk’s disdain. To placate them and protect the defendant, he had him temporarily locked up before asking the farmer to give him a private tour of his farm. The investigation yielded few clues, aside from two sets of boot print tracks and a trace amount of dried blood on the fence, but the most intriguing detail came later that night. Another sheep was stolen, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that the traveler could not have been the thief after all. Ian declared him innocent and set him free, though he publicly resolved to find out who the mutton thief truly was. The case took months to solve, as the thief was extremely elusive, and Ian and his two colleagues had other cases to hear in the meantime, most disturbing of which was the murder of the traveler, who was found a week later, mauled and drained of blood. Ian couldn’t help feeling responsible, but that only strengthened his resolve. He was determined to find and prosecute the culprit of this heinous crime once and for all. In the meantime, more livestock were stolen, and when they were moved inside locked barns for the night, people started to go missing. Bodies were discovered in bushes and ditches, mauled and drained, just like the traveler had been. With the fifth body, there was a note written in elegant script with what was most likely the last remaining drops of her blood:

‘You should have left the sheep out for me. Now I’ve developed a taste for daughters instead.’

All of the victims aside from the traveler had indeed been young women, which made the killing spree all the more disturbing, but also triggered something in Ian’s mind. He’d read many Eastern European tomes on the occult in his youth, having had a fascination with morbidity, and recalled several creatures that feasted on blood under cover of night. Vampires. They were dealing with a vampire, though what kind he did not precisely know. He doubted that it was a strigoi, as they were spirits and couldn’t leave boot prints or write. More research was in order. In the meantime, he conferred with the other two magistrates, and they declared a curfew. Citizens must be locked indoors from half an hour before sundown to half an hour after sunrise. The townsfolk readily complied, terrified of losing more young ladies to this horror of the night. Ian, meanwhile, through himself into researching various vampire legends from around the world, and determined his foe to be a Nosferatu, a bloodthirsty humanoid creature native to Romania that was vulnerable to sunlight and capable of turning humans into vampires. All a victim had to do was drink its blood after having been bitten themselves, but most never survived long enough unless the Nosferatu wanted them to. A human turned by Nosferatu would then become an immortal Draconian vampire, retaining their youth and beauty for as long as they retained their humanity, but never able to bask in heaven’s light again. Running water was also a bane to them, eroding their skin as if it were sandstone, and a stake crafted of elder wood could immobilize them if driven through the heart with enough force.

Filled with renewed determination and youthful hubris, Ian set out to hunt down the dastardly beast, commissioning the local arbalista to make him a crossbow that could launch a wooden stake. Thankfully, the man was an experimental sort, always up for a grand challenge; he had a prototype ready in no time. Ian whittled stakes from elder wood in his free time while he waited, unaware that his sister Robyn had already been turned by the beast and was urging Sadie and young Caolán to pursue its gifts as well.

Sadie was eager to comply, having grown bored of her wealthy but snobbish husband, but Caolán was hesitant. He was only eighteen, after all, and just made his debut in society. He wasn’t ready to give up on life as he knew it when his life had only just begun. Robyn didn’t let up. She and Caolán argued back and forth for weeks until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. The night beforehand, Ian was plagued with nightmarish visions that he couldn’t make sense of, but stayed with him throughout the following day. Hoping to ease her brother’s pain, a newly turned Sadie briefly hypnotized him, making the visions slower and much clearer. He saw a familiar door, and a pale, shaking hand grasping the knob. It was locked. The owner of the hand pounded on the door, screaming for help in a voice that he recognized as Caolán’s, but was not let in. It had grown dark. There was a jolt has he was yanked backwards, a clawed hand wrapping around his throat as another gripped his torso and dragged him away. Fighting. Kicking. Screaming. It was one hell of a struggle, but it was all in vain. Ian could do nothing but watch through Caolán’s eyes as the Nosferatu pinned him up against a tree, the rough bark scraping at his back as he stared up at its grinning, horrifying, hauntingly beautiful, gaunt face. It said something that Ian couldn’t quite make out before lunging forward to dig its sharp teeth into the young man’s throat. Caolán’s scream was cut off as Ian’s vision faded, and the magistrate fainted from the stress.

By the time he woke up, night had already fallen again. He’d been too late to save his little brother. Heartbroken and frustrated, he set out anyway, crossbow in hand and rage festering in his vengeful heart. He was hellbent on killing the vampire, even if it was the last thing he’d do. Ian stalked the streets by the light of the full moon, hypervigilant and itching to pull the trigger. He quickly became aware that he was being followed, and began taking sharp turns through alleys and around buildings in an effort to throw off his stalker, or perhaps get a glimpse of them. No luck. He quickened his pace. So did they. Stalking became chasing as he began to run, sprinting for the woods, only to run headlong into Robyn just after making it past the tree line. He demanded to know why she was there instead of safe at home. She didn’t answer. Neither did Sadie after she revealed herself, and Ian came to the horrifying conclusion that they had been turned, luring him out there to meet the same fate as his poor little brother. Eyes widening in fear and pain, he turned to run again just as the Nosferatu slammed into him, knocking him to the ground easily. The rest of that night was a blur. A sharp pain in his neck. The pull of the trigger. Blood. So much blood. And a hunger for life that had to be sated then and there.

When he awoke the next morning in a basement that had been outfitted to be a temporary bedroom, his sisters explained everything. Robyn had been attacked by the Nosferatu the night before the curfew was set in place and enthralled by it to convince her siblings and the family members of the other two magistrates to let it turn them. If they did not comply, they would be slaughtered. Under its influence, Robyn started with Sadie and Caolán, though she had no idea what had happened to the latter after she’d locked him out of the house. Ian was the last remaining member of his family who needed to be turned before they could get to the other magistrates, but he’d managed to incapacitate the Nosferatu in the process, breaking its hold on his sisters, and somehow knew to drink its blood to save himself from death. Ian remarked that he’d done his research. The vampiric triplets then resolved to try and resume their normal lives while they searched for their little brother, whom they presumed to be dead in the woods somewhere. He was never found. Ian was able to remain in his post of magistrate for another decade and a half before rumors began to spread about his ageless appearance, skillful avoidance of daylight, and peculiar change in demeanor. By the early 1830’s, he and his sisters were forced to either leave town or be executed as witches. They parted ways afterwards, with Ian departing for America, Robyn fleeing to Switzerland to meet with a brilliant doctor she’d been writing to, and Sadie traveling to Venice with her husband, whom she’d turned shortly after the Nosferatu was dealt with.

They’ve all kept in touch throughout the centuries. Ian used his vampiric abilities to become elected as a magistrate in Richmond after reaching Virginia, managing to keep a low profile while judging cases fairly and helping with the Underground Railroad. The Civil War made things far more complicated. It was tragic, for sure, and he hated not being able to aid those in need, but the scent of blood hung thick in the air, maddening him. He found it difficult to keep control of his feeding habits, and was forced to flee up north to Canada in hopes of finding peace. After the war was over, it took him over a century to feel comfortable setting foot in America again, and he never stayed in one place for too long, studying psychology and collecting books and knickknacks as he went a long to keep himself occupied. The 1980’s brought him to Texas, one of the few states he’d never been to before, where he found the small, oddly idyllic and peaceful town of Morningstar. It was there that he finally settled down and made a life for himself, encouraged by the welcome attitude of its residents, a quarter of which were supernatural in nature. He opened up a curio shop to display and sell some of the antiques he’d collected, and often offered his services as a pro bono private investigator for those who could not afford to hire one. He also developed a love of board games and table top role playing games, as they allowed him to further explore his sense of whimsy.

[magiskarp]

Its so funny to me how much mass i lost in college and how i instantly gained it back this summer

Like my “fashionably tight” ripped sweater i got from a friend is now stretched taut by my shoulders, and according to my bf my ass got bigger too

Like my college is such a shithole in terms of food on campus, and that plus stress plus adhd meds took 10-20 fucking pounds from me (though i will say i stopped doing mma in college so that probably lost me some weight too)

All in all im looking forward to an apartment where i can cook without triggering a fire alarm and with a fridge im not afraid of using