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[thenewhogboy89]

Update from my last post. Holy shit! What a fucking day, I love to show off my gains but this took it to a new level. Now that I’m back from playing baseball with my buds from highschool I’m realizing how fucking ridiculous I look! I cannot fucking believe I had the never to wear this. A few of them noted my gain and gave my some playful teasing.the teams old catcher said ( damn chase been eating good!) and playfully patted my belly! So fucking hot but got a lil embarrassed. And another asked how much weight I gained. I lied and said ( like 25 pounds) do you think they believe me? And some guys definitely we’re talking about my gain behind my back and I caught some looking at my body.

Thing I learned.

* you never lose a skill even if you gain lots of weight (but you do get fucking out of breath)

* as a former pitcher. It’s way harder to pitch now with a belly

* everyone gains a little weight after school. Nobody is the same as they were.

* while your running bases your shirt will rid up over your belly

But yeah. That’s been my crazy bold day. It was so freeing I think. It seemed just like out of a gainer fantasy ps enjoy how fat my ass is

[szasfuckingwife]

Your day starts and ends with a tender stroke on your protruding pregnant belly. Your husband is across the minka, probably scaring men half to death. However, now, it’s breakfast and your maids prepare you for the start of the day.

The maids lead you to the dining room where your husband sits on the opposite side. You bow before him as you slowly take a seat. “Good Morning, Ryomen.”

He stares at you with all his eyes, not saying a word. His eyes also linger at your belly. Sukuna has never felt fear especially considering his fear was a small baby that was yet to appear. It kept him up at night

“How was your morning..?” You sweetly smile at him, only to be met with his unchanged face. “The baby was moving a lot today…”

He exhaled sharply, “Terrible. Some weakling was outside begging me for forgiveness.”

You nod before he speaks again, “Why aren’t you eating?”

His words earn a raise of your brow as you stare down at the array of food. It wasn’t your desire to eat, especially after hearing some maids speak ill of your pregnancy cravings. You would’ve laughed it off if they hadn’t have proceeded to call you ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’ and wondered ‘why Lord Sukuna married an ugly concubine like her’.

But you were extremely hungry. “I…I’m not hungry…I-”

“What happened?” He asks in a low voice.

Sukuna knows what happened, he just doesn’t know if you heard it too. Or, better yet, if you heard it and refused to tell him. He squinted his eyes at you slightly before you cracked.

“I heard…someone say that I was fat. And ugly. And you shouldn’t have married me…” The words leave your mouth hurt Sukuna more than they do you. He wonders how you must have felt, it’s enough being pregnant but hearing that from other women must hurt.

“Y/N.” You look up. “I do not think you’re fat. I do not think you’re ugly. Tell me, whose opinion matters more? Mine or some maids.”

You inhale, “You.”

“So, if that’s the case, why do you care about them? Why do you-”

“Because I feel that way too! I see myself day by day getting more uglier and…I don’t want to eat!” All the anger and sadness inside you lashes out and instead of holding it in, Sukuna watches as you push the food off the table and walk off.

As you marched back to your room, you regretted everything you did. He was sure to get rid of you now, how could you speak to your lord in such a way. Not only were you scared of Sukuna’s reaction, you were scared of your own. You’ve never let yourself get so heated before. A thought crosses your mind, what if you were becoming just like your sadistic husband..?

With your loud sobbing, you didn’t realise Sukuna enter the room. His touch caused you to jump as you faced him.

“They’ll be…dismissed. As for you, do not listen to them. You are carrying my heir, and you are my wife. No one knows how I feel about you, and I fear they never will. Don’t let them think they know anything about us, me, and especially you.”

You nod, staring up at him. “Now, dry your eyes, get rid of your tears. I want to parade you around and show you off one more time.”

[valgodd]

You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, nervously fidgeting your hands. It’s time for the annual health check up. You sure had a good year, the trousers digging into your belly are proof of that.

A nurse calls your name. Are you imagining things, or did she she do a double take when she saw you, her eyes lingering slightly over your pudgy mid section? She offers you a polite, professional smile though, and lead you into the office.

The doctor, a graying fit man man in his late fifties, sits behind his desk, endorsed in paper work.

”Welcome mr/ms Y/N” he murmurs. He glances at you over his spectacles, his eyes sweeping over your red, round cheeks, budding double chin and protrouding belly. ”Well you certainly look… healthy. Shall we get started?” He gestures towards an old fashioned manual steele scale. You step on it with a loud *clonk*. The doctor raises an eyebrow and adjusts the metal weight until the scale is in balance. He looks in his notes and scoffs, almost sounding amused.

”Well well… you were close to underweight last time we weighed you. Now however… you seem to have fattened up quite nicely.”

You swallow, feeling very self concious.

”H-how much have I gained?”

”It seems to be… almost sixteen kilos”

”Sixteen kilos?” That was more than you had expected. 

”Sixteen kilos” the doctor confirms ”Thats… quite much in just a years time.”

”Well there obviously must me something wrong with your scale” you say with an akward laugh. The doctor smirks. ”The scale is perfectly fine, I asssure you. Any… changes of habits recently?”

”Well…” you are tempted to lie, but the doctor looks at you sternly. 

”Well what?”

”Uhm I guess I… relaxed a bit recently” you admit ”I-I moved in with my partner… They’ve been cooking a lot for me… And I haven’t gone to the gym as… frequently as I used to” your voice trails off.

”Uhuh. That explains alot, doesnt it? Well, last time I saw you, you were a scrawny little thing and you sure needed to put on a few. Sixteen kilos though… That’s overdoing it. You need to get rid of that gut” the doctor pats your tummy condencendingly. 

”Yes doc” you say and and clench your jaws. How could you have let yourself go like this? Why didn’t anybody tell you you were getting so big?

”We should measure your body fat to, dear. Pull up your shirt for me, will you?”

You reluctantly pull up your shirt and reveal a pale, squishy midsection.  The doctor takes a metal clisp and take a firm grip on your belly roll between his thumb and indexfinger. You feel the cold metal against your skin, and winces as the clisp pinches you.

”Godness me…” he murmurs. You swallow. ”Well you certainly haven’t been starving” the doctor chuckles as he scribbles down some notes in his papers. ”So… tell your partner to cut down on the butter and cream in their cooking. It really isnt doing you any favours. Maybe go on some brisk walks together. By next year, I want to see you trimmed down. Okay?”

You nod and manage a polite smile.

After the meeting, your partner meets you up outside the doctors office. They give you brief kiss on the lips and squeeze your sides. 

”How was the doctors appointment love?”

”Well…”

”You look upset, is everything alright?”

You sigh.

”Well the doctor told me I had gained too much weight” you murmur.

”Oh love…”

”Yeah… god it was so humiliating” you press your palms against your eyes, feeling tears burn under your eyelids. Your partner pulls you into an embrace.

”My poor baby… Hey hey…. Shh… Its okay, its okay... We’ve had a good year, haven’t we? Its been so nice to see you eat whatever you want, to your hearts content. I would hate him to ruin that for you love”

You nod, sniveling. Your partner strokes your belly in calming circles.

”Screw him. Tell you what love” your partner lowers their voice to a whisper ”I just made your favourite eclairs. The ones with chocolate cream. Why dont we go home and have some?”  

You can’t help but light up.

”Oh yes those are my favourite” you murmur longingly with a moan, feeling your mouth water. 

”Hey I knew that would put a smile on your  face” you partner chuckles and pinches your chubby cheek lovingly ”Lets go home dear, let me take care of you”

[artificial-transmutations]

Moving into the haunted House

The ghost was idly floating in the dusty air of the attic. Well, that was not technically correct. He had fashioned himself a hammock out of his own ghostly glowing ectoplasm in which he was swinging slowly from left to right. The ghost, whose real name had been forgotten by even himself, was reading the latest edition of "Ghost Magazine", the leading periodical of the spirit world.

"Another successful year for our dear readers." the cover read. The ghost flipped through the pages, past the many ads for various ghost products, such as "Ghost Toasters" and "Ghost Bars" (whatever they might be) and went straight to the centerfold. Here was his favorite part: the annual "Ghostly Studs" page. He whistled as he looked at the various ghosts pictured. All were naked, and all were flexing their muscles in various poses, showing off their ectoplasm. Some were glowing with a green light, others blue or orange.

The ghost in the hammock could hardly be called a "ghostly stud". To be quite honest, he was pretty much the opposite. He wasn't very tall but broad in the worst sense of the word: His body was formed like a sack and ended in a comical tip not much below his hefty belly. On top of the blubber sat a fat, bald head, which was sporting an ever present smile, and on the neck, a round, pudgy face, with a button nose. This appearance was what earned him his nickname, Chunker, which was pretty much how the rest of the ghost world called him.

Chunker was a good-natured ghost, who liked to be lazy, eat, read and do not too much else. Of course, that was when he was alone or in the ghostly company of his housemates. In the rare occasions that he was confronted with mortals...

Chunker couldn't finish the thought because a noise from downstairs disrupted the silence: The door of the old house opened with a creaking sound and the muffled voices of some people entering could be heard. What was that? No living soul had entered the haunted house for at least 3 years now!

Chunker got up with some effort and reintegrated the hammock and the magazine into his body. He had to check that out at once! He floated downstairs, following the sound of the voices, and found himself in a dark and dusty hallway. At the end of it, the door to the dining room was ajar and Chunker could see two young adult men entering. Both were dressed in work clothes and were carrying various tools. One of them, a slightly taller brown haired individual, was carrying a ladder, while the other one, who had blonde hair, had a bucket of paint in his hand.

"Are you serious, Finn?", the blonde one asked. "You said your new house needs a bit of tidying up and some paint. This place is a dump!"

"Oh, come on, Brody. It's not that bad." Finn answered.

"I just hope you didn't pay too much for... this." Brody gestured around to the dusty interior.

"No, in fact the previous owner was really glad to be rid of it. Said it was haunted or something like that. So, yes, I got it really cheap!"

"That's something at least. And you said there'll be pizza and beer?"

"Absolutely. Now, let's get to work!"

The two young men began to look around the house. Chunker, meanwhile, had listened with interest. It wasn't the first time a fleshy had bought the house. Usually, Chunker and his housemates got rid of them pretty quickly. What was different this time, however, was, that the other two ghosts were currently on holiday on a Caribbean Island, leaving Chunker to take care of everything. The smile on his face broadened considerably. That meant he got to play with those two meat bags all by himself!

Chunker didn't have to wait too long. It was obvious that the two young men were planning to renovate the whole house and were now beginning with the living room.

"Hey, Finn?" Brody asked. "Could you pass me the paint roller?"

"Sure."

Finn was rummaging in the box they had carried into the room, and pulled out a roller, a tray and a brush.

As they started painting the room, Chunker, who was hiding in the ceiling, was able to get a better look at the two men. They were both in their early twenties and lean, though clearly not working out much. Finn was slightly taller and had an ever so slightly more muscular build, but the difference was not that big. Chunker's gaze lingered a bit on their firm asses. Both had a nice bubble butt. Chunker could tell from the bantering that the two were probably friends, straight friends from what he could tell. Even when Brody climbed up the ladder to paint the wall, Finn didn't seem to be ogling his friend. Chunker grinned and started to think about what to do with the two of them.

About an hour later, he had the perfect idea. He watched as the two men continued their work, occasionally drinking water and chatting. Just when Brody was taking a sip out of the water bottle while still on the ladder, with Finn underneath it, Chunker made his move. There was a tray of paint on the ladder with Brody, near to the edge. All it needed was a bit of a ghostly push to send it down, right on top of Finn, covering the surprised man in a thick layer of white paint.

"Aaaaaahhhh! Fuck! Brody!"

Finn stumbled back in surprise and tripped over the bucket of white paint that had been standing there. He didn't topple it over completely, but another part of his clothing got a new layer of paint, namely his ass.

Chunker, who was floating above the mess, chuckled. The two men were flustered, and Finn was trying to clean the paint off of his face, while Brody was looking on from his vantage point.

"Can't you watch what you're doing?", Finn asked.

"It's not my fault! I didn't even touch the tray."

"Oh, shut up, will you. Of course, you knocked it over with your fat ass."

Brody couldn't come up with another explanation and shrugged. "Well, sorry man."

He climbed down the ladder and watched Finn try to clean himself up with a rag. It didn't really work, and, when he turned around, Brody was unable to hold back a snort of laughter.

"What is it?", Finn asked.

"Nothing. I mean, you are really white now."

"Ha. Ha."

"Seriously, man. It's everywhere."

"Yeah, yeah." Finn said and pulled the wet cloth over his face.

"But seriously, there's no way you're going to get that out when it's dry. Does this house have a shower?"

"There should be. Let's try it."

Brody nodded. "Alright. You take a shower and I try to clean up the mess here."

"Thanks, man."

"Don't worry. But, hey. Try to be quick. I want my pizza!"

"Okay, okay."

Finn made his way to the bathroom which had, indeed, an old shower installed. He carefully closed and locked the door before he started to strip out of his paint stained clothing.

Chunker, who was hovering a bit behind him, was watching. As Finn pulled down his pants, Chunker could finally get a good look at the man's naked ass. He had to admit that it was a fine ass, a tight bubble butt. What really baffled him however was the front department. Chunker hadn't been sure which of the two men would be his main toy, but the size of Finn's manhood made the decision pretty easy.

Finn stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, which started spraying on him in a nice, strong stream.

"Ahh. That's good."

When Chunker was sure that Finn was busy enjoying the shower, he floated out of his hiding place towards the door. Finn had locked it to have some privacy but as far as Chunker was concerned, Finn should present his assets a bit more proudly. Silently, Chunker's ghostly fingers unlocked the door and swung it open entirely, which would give everyone passing by a real good look on the showering man. Then, Chunker quickly squeezed himself into the pipework and made his way to the shower.

Meanwhile, Finn was enjoying the hot, steamy water. Modern showers didn't get all that hot, but this one here was old and the water temperature was pleasantly high. Some of the paint had already started to dry, so Finn was rubbing his face and hair with his eyes closed and thus did not notice the faintly blue glowing ectoplasm dripping out of the showerhead, somewhat solidifying into Chunker’s massive, yet spectral form behind the young man.

Carefully not to be too obvious, Chunker extended his ghostly arms around Finn's waist and started rubbing his hands over the firm chest, feeling the young man's nipples ever so slightly. Finn didn't notice consciously, but Chunker could feel the man's body reacting under his hands. Slowly, he moved his hands lower. Finn's body was a work of art, a finely crafted piece of art. Chunker took his time feeling the muscles under the wet skin, the firm pecs, the well-defined abs, and then, finally, the pubic hair and, underneath, Finn's large cock.

It took all the self-control Chunker had to only apply the lightest touches to the man's dick, but Chunker had other plans still. So, he only caressed the soft dick very carefully, not strong enough for Finn to be recognizable in the conscious part of his mind, but absolutely enough for his subconscious to notice.

Finn moaned quietly and unconsciously and leaned against the cold tile wall next to him. Meanwhile, Chunker was stroking and tickling the half-hard cock, playing with it and teasing the head, while Finn was still leaning against the wall, his eyes still closed.

The moaning intensified, and soon, Finn's cock was fully hard. Careful not to overdo it, Chunker continued to stimulate the young man, who was now bucking his hips back and forth, his eyes still closed when, just as planned, Chunker heard Brody walk the corridor leading to the bathroom. That was his cue to disappear into the pipes again!

"Okay, I've got the mess cleaned up somewha- woha." Brody had just arrived in front of the wide open door and had a good look on the other man bucking his hips, displaying his erect manhood for the world to see.

"I... oh, ehm. Sorry to interrupt." Brody backed away quickly.

Finn, on the other hand, had been taken aback and his eyes flew open quickly. "Brody! Oh, shit. Sorry, man."

"Yeah, no, it's fine. Just, you know, I can still see you."

Finn scrambled for the towel, wrapped it around his waist and left the shower. "Just a second."

"Sure, sure."

Brody stood awkwardly a few steps down the corridor, just enough to give Finn some privacy despite the wide open door. There was an awkward silence until Brody remarked: "You know, when I suggested you enjoy a shower, I didn't mean..."

"Brody. Don't."

"Right. Sorry."

Most of Finn's clothes were still covered in half-wet paint. There was really no use in putting them on, so, Finn decided to just put on his boxer shorts and carry the rest of his clothes in front of him to hide as much as he could. Not that it was necessary, though. Finn's cock had very quickly gotten soft again when Brody had caught him... doing what exactly?

"I don't think we can do anything more today." Finn broke the tension. "I mean, I need a new set of clothes and all."

Chunker, who was listening in from a wall behind Brody shook his head. No, no, the fun had only just begun. Quickly, he made a noise like a rumbling stomach, just when Brody agreed.

"Oh, right. On the other hand, I still promised pizza and beer, right?" Finn quickly added in reaction to his friends supposed hunger reaction.

"Right! Great idea!" Brody had a tendency to leave the situation as quickly as possible but also didn't want his friend to feel bad. So, he suggested: "Maybe we can watch something on the TV if it still works while eating?"

Finn gladly agreed. That would surely stop any awkward conversation.

Both friends slumped down in the couch in the living room and settled on a rerun of some old Buff the Vampire Slayer episode. They ordered pizza and beer which quickly arrived. Of course, with Finn being half naked, Brody had to go to the door to receive it.

When the two of them were finally relaxing a bit, Chunker, who had floated into the couch could finally make his move. Again, he started slowly. Not unlike before, small tendrils of blue ectoplasm crept into Finn's boxer shorts and brushed ever so slightly against the flaccid man-meat inside.

Finn reacted instantly, just as Chunker had hoped. A tingling sensation spread through his lower body, and a small moan escaped him.

"Everything alright?", Brody asked.

"Yeah, sure." Finn answered and tried to readjust himself without Brody noticing.

Chunker couldn't really see what was going on, but he could feel it. He was faintly stroking the half-hard dick, tickling it and massaging the balls with his ghostly appendages.

Even though Brody tried to focus on the television, it became harder and harder for him to ignore Finn. The other man tried to subtly readjust the contents of his boxer shorts often and even though Brody really didn't want to look, he could see said contents moving and twitching slightly even when Finn did not touch them.

Of course, Finn tried to hide it as best as he could, but certain facts cannot be hidden very well, especially, when the facts are already quite large in their flaccid state. So, not only did Brody notice some twitching in his friends groin but also a growing half-hard boner that made a rather clear outline against the fabric of the shorts.

Chunker knew that now, the real fun would be about to begin. When Finns hand moved for his beer bottle the next time, Chunker quickly squeezed his massive form into the small bottle, ready to start.

"So...", Brody asked carefully. "You okay, buddy?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, are you, I dunno, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

Finn moved the bottle to his mouth to take a big sip, when Brody sighed and spoke again.

"Look, I really don't know how to ask this and I'm sorry, but... Are you, like, gay, Finn?"

Finn spit out his beer - and Chunker, who had just prepared to enter the young man's body with the beer - in surprise.

"What?! No! Why do you ask that?"

"I'm really, really sorry, but, dude, I saw you in the bathroom, and I didn't mean to, but, well, you had a hard on, and, you know, if you need someone to talk to, I'm always here. To talk, of course, not for anything else. And now..." Brody gestured towards Finns crotch but his courage left him again, so he continued: " I'll stop talking."

Chunker, who had reformed in the couch, was laughing his ass off. If only his housemates would have seen this! He would never hear the end of this!

Finn was tomato-red by now and tried to cover himself with his hands.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I just feel so weird today. But I'm not gay, I promise!"

"Okay. I'm not gonna judge you, okay? You're my best friend, and, you know, I'm cool with it if you're gay or bi or whatever."

"Yeah, but I'm not."

Let's see about that, decided Chunker. He didn't get in the usual way, so he had to take another route. With a sudden push of his ectoplasmic essence, he squeezed himself into the tight virgin asshole of Finn that was firmly planted on the couch.

All of a sudden, Finn, who had felt some unusual sensation on his behind, jolted up. "Brody! Did you just grab my ass?!"

Brody was flabbergasted. "What? No!"

"I just felt... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Chunker, who was still not visible, had started to stimulate Finn's prostate from the inside while working his way upward, filling up the man's body with his essence.

"Are you... okay?", Brody asked again.

"I... oh..." moaned Finn again, as his right arm started to act seemingly on its own, spreading out on the back of the couch, around Brody's shoulders.

"What are you doing man?", asked Brody.

"Nothing, I..." Finn started but was interrupted by a sudden sensation of lust and longing. At the same time, his right arm tried to pull Brody in but was met with considerable resistance. Even though Brody was a bit smaller than Finn, he was just as strong.

Chunker, who was almost in full control of Finn's body now frowned. But this wasn't anything a little ectoplasm injection couldn't fix. Brody stared at Finn's arm, transfixed as it started to rapidly grow more muscular, quickly reaching bodybuilder-like dimensions. However, it was only Finn's arm that was changing. At the shoulder, the comically large arm still connected to the same torso. Brody was so enthralled that he wasn't able to react when the now considerably stronger arm pulled him in again. A big fat grin was now plastered on Finn's face, and he said, with a voice that didn't quite seem to belong to him: "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun!"

Before Brody could react, he was pulled into a kiss, too perplex to even struggle. Inside Finn, Chunker prepared for what was to come. He was proud to be pretty good at possessing fleshies, but he had rarely tried two at once. When the lips of the two men locked, Chunker sent a part of his essence into the other man, who was still too surprised to struggle.

Chunker felt Brody's body react to the new sensation. He immediately got into it and Chunker felt the other man's cock growing hard quickly as well. Possessing two people at once was difficult, nearly impossible really. But in this case, the pent up sexual desires of the two made things easier. Chunker just had to give some direction and watch "his boys" go at it full force.

Finn pushed Brody's head down, and Chunker felt the hot, wet mouth enveloping Finn's dick. It was an incredible sensation, the soft lips of the other man and the wetness of his tongue. At the same time, Chunker could feel the somewhat salty and manly precum marinated cock on Brody's tongue as he began to suck. It took all of Chunker's strength to keep the two men under his control and not get swept away.

Finn, meanwhile, was getting lost in the sensation. All his senses were occupied by the blowjob he was receiving and the warm wetness and the incredible feeling on his cock. Even the sounds, Brody's heavy breathing, the moans of the two, the gagging sound as the thick shaft was shoved into his mouth, it was almost too much for the man. However, with a sheer feat of will, Chunker prevented the young man from cumming right here and then. Instead, he made Finn shove Brody's head away and get up.

It almost didn't need any impulse from Chunker for Brody to turn around and stick his bubble butt in the air, offering his virgin ass. Chunker quickly positioned the hard and ready cock of his puppet against the tight entrance and pushed forward, while Finn's hands practically ripped the work pants down.

Chunker couldn't believe how amazing it felt. He was not a virgin by any means, but the tight virgin hole, combined with the hot and tight insides, the incredible sensation on his cock and the moans and feelings of the man taking it was almost too much for him.

"Oh, shit!", Finn groaned. "This is the best fucking thing ever!"

Chunker could only agree. His puppets were fucking each other hard, and the sensations were almost overwhelming him. Straight boys his ass. The two of them were so into it, it was obvious that some unspoken desire had pent up for most of their adult lives.

Finn was pounding into the other man as hard as he could, and Brody was thrusting back, his own dick swinging free and dripping copious amounts of pre-cum on the sofa below. Finally, the two men were at their limit.

"Finn, oh shit, I'm gonna cum."

"Do it, man, fucking shoot it!"

Brody let out a scream and his dick began spurting thick loads of white cum all over the sofa.

"Fuck!", moaned Finn.

And then, the orgasm hit him. He felt his balls contracting and his dick twitching and a huge amount of cum being released from his dick, straight into Brody's ass, who was still thrusting back on his cock, riding out his own orgasm.

With the double orgasm, Chunker couldn't hold on any longer. He was forcefully ejected from two bodies at once, experiencing the intense rollercoaster of emotions as if he just cummed himself.

Before the two men could recover, Chunker flew off to his attic. That had been a great possession session. He just hoped that the two men would return for more.

This is my contribution to the annual great story gift exchange, for @thepossessionmaster.

[octuscle]

It’s so bitterly cold here in the Midwest USA, I wish I could be hanging with hunky guys in Dubai or something for Christmas. You think you could help me with that man?

You should have landed at Milwaukee Mitchell International Airport by now. But because of a snowstorm, you were diverted to Chicago O'Hare International Airport. This cursed journey to the holidays is getting worse by the minute. And if you drink another beer to drown your frustration, you're going to puke. But right now you need to take a piss. You find it a little difficult to get up. Firstly, because of the alcohol in your blood. On the other hand, because you've become a real heavyweight since last Christmas. A bit more exercise and less eating and drinking would also do you a lot of good…

The toilet is empty. It's amazing that so many people are stranded here so close to the holidays… And there's a sports bag by the washbasin. And it's still there when you come back from the urinals. Not a soul in sight… Could there be a bomb in there? A normal and sober person would now inform the security service. But you are definitely not sober. So you grab the bag. And in a reasonably quiet corner, you check the contents. Jackpot! Not much special. Sportswear, a white nightgown… And a wallet with quite a lot of cash, a passport from the UAE and above all: a flight ticket to SHJ. No idea what and where that is. But you have to change planes at JFK and DOH. That sounds exotic. It certainly sounds better than Kansas. Boarding starts in 20 minutes. As best you can with your beer belly, you walk towards the gate.

When you arrive at the gate, boarding is almost complete. The ground crew member asks you for your boarding pass and passport. Shit, you didn't even think about the fact that you don't look like your passport photo. The guy looks at your passport, looks at you, grins and wishes you a good flight. As you pass him, you hear him say to his colleague that you've really become a fat pig since the photo was taken. Well, that's probably your luck in this case.

You have a layover of over five hours at JFK. You heard in the in-flight program that the TWA Hotel & Fitness Center at JFK is supposed to be the largest hotel gym in the world. You really need a gym. And you have time too. So you set off. Not much sporting activity is to be expected from you. But after an hour of power walking on the treadmill and half an hour on the cross trainer, your new sports clothes from the bag you found are soaked with sweat. But you feel fit. Really fit. As you stand in front of the mirror after your shower, you run your hands over your stomach. Flat and hard. When you tense your muscles. That's how it should be. And you get rid of the rest of the fat too. It sucks with the beard. You shaved your beard for Thanksgiving. Because you were invited to a friend's parents' house. You didn't want to scare them off with your beard. But now the beard hasn't grown back the way you'd hoped. Your mother will scold you terribly.

You grab a salad and a protein shake at the bar in the gym. You want to sleep on the plane. The food on board is delicious and plentiful, but not good for your body. To make sleeping on board quicker, you put on just a tank top and jogging suit for the flight. It takes you a good twelve hours to reach Doha. You want to use this time to arrive home well-rested.

At boarding, the ground staff greet you in Arabic. Of course. As usual. It's nice to study in the USA. But you don't have to stay with the infidels in winter. You're now looking forward to the warm sun in the Gulf. The person sitting next to you is a non-believer. And obviously not familiar with Qatar Airways' in-flight catering. She has brought a large portion of chicken wings with fries from KFC on board. You almost feel sick. She offers you something. You flex your biceps and say in English with a heavy Arabic accent that you can't get these babies at KFC.

The flight was quiet, apart from the brief interruption during which you fucked the infidel chick in the airplane toilet. You'll have to do without a wet pussy for the next few weeks. Hehehe, but your cousins and your bruhs have tight asses. That works at least as well. You only have just under two hours in Doha before the last flight segment. You quickly go to the airport mosque, do your ablutions and sunset prayers, change into your spotless white dishdasha and board the plane to Sharjah. Over the next few weeks, you are the perfect son again. You will enjoy it. And as soon as the crazy holidays of the infidels are over, you'll be looking forward to fucking, drinking and partying again!

I found the last picture of you before you change to immaculate white at @alphaincar

[battorlstuff]

Filling his Ego with my Jealousy

Hey, so inspiration just came I guess, do you think I should do more short stories like this, I hope you enjoy it…

I've been plotting this for a while, my stepbrother Alan is a jerk, he thinks he's better than me because he's hot and has all those muscles, I hate his fucking attitude, but most of all I hate that it's true I'm so jealous of the fucker. I hated the idea of ​​having to move in with him, seeing his muscles every day, the cocky asshole sure spends his time shirtless to show off his slim sexy physique. While I'm the fat pig, the laughing stock of the family, of school, of his friends…fuck I wish Alan was the fat one…one day watching him eat a burger I had an idea, and for the first time I was glad to live with him.

It wasn't necessary to find Alan's weak spot, I would create a weak spot for him, a little tobacco and some more ground up drugs, that was all I needed.

I started by putting some of the powder in the food and ordering from that restaurant that he likes so much, Alan would come home from the gym and eat what was on the table, but I hated that the process was so slow, plus Alan didn't eat it all, sometimes he doesn't even seem hungry. So I got rid of all the other food, any food that was healthy, so my stepbrother would have no choice but to eat junk food, but there was something else, I needed Alan to stop working out, to stop burning those precious calories and for those muscles to atrophy and lose their strength, so the sound of the blender while Alan was making his protein shake gave me an idea.

The idiot had a predictable schedule and routine, all I had to do was put an appetite-stimulating powder in his protein powder, so when he drank it before going to the gym he would have about 5 minutes until it took effect.

I smiled from the window as I watched Alan writhe in hunger and run back home, obviously the table was set, full of burgers, cakes, pizza, fried chicken, milkshakes, bacon, the idiot came and sat down without thinking about what he was doing, about the shitty food he was putting into his beautiful body.

Every day the effect accelerated, every day Alan prepared his backpack at the same time to go to the gym or to football practice, he came out with his tight tank top, tighter and tighter, he prepared his protein shake and then I set the table full of food, I went back to my room and left when I heard Alan sit down. There he was, I recorded him, I took pictures, I saw him swallow every damn thing, I loved seeing him like a pig devouring everything desperately, eating burgers in three bites, swallowing bacon, choking on milkshakes as if he hadn't eaten for weeks.

So I grabbed his computer, the arrogant asshole made an onlyfans full of pictures of his beautiful body, not knowing Alan's account was suddenly full of pictures and videos of his downfall, his progress, his new fans? Well I promoted the account to all the fat guys Alan had annoyed and soon with that money I got more and more to keep fattening him up, and at the same time he was publicly humiliated, while they would see his downfall, how he went from a sexy stud to a fucking disgusting obese pig.

The first thing to go were his abs, to my delight, then his pecs hung like two bags filled with fat, they started hanging over his belly, then his belly button and well let's just say that if it weren't for all those rolls of fat his mobs would reach his ankles… his biceps and triceps were gone, only some obese arms full of stretch marks remained, his legs, I can't even see them under the shadow of his belly, although I can assure you that they are fat, beyond fat, it's hard for him to get up.

"Take that you damn idiot…" I celebrated from the shadows watching his belly while he looked at himself in the mirror as if he was about to burst into tears, he was all messy , even his efforts to stand up, that's right, the arrogant Adonis had to make a tremendous effort to get up and walk.

"uhjhggg….pfffggg. mfgggg…" was all that could be heard in the videos as he trembled from the effort and his face was red, he was sweating profusely and he fell back onto the couch exhausted, huffing and puffing.

I would love to say it was a slow process, but it was actually quick, a few months and he was done, I guess his muscular body was so used to constant physical activity, exercise and those long routines in the gym and football that the absolute cessation of any effort made Alan downwards. Maybe that was my fault too, I mean I think I should have stopped sprinkling that tobacco dust on his food or was it the appetite stimulant? Anyway, Alan was more than addicted, his hands shook as he put food in his mouth, he spent his days in the living room, he slept there, he ate there, he only got up to go to the bathroom, but he forgot to shower, his hair became greasy and his teeth yellowed, his skin was full of acne and pimples, not only his face, but his flabby ass and his moobs, Alan looked disgusting, Alan was ugly?!!! He was more than ugly!! That made me more than happy.

Was this really my stepbrother? Even I sometimes have a hard time recognizing it, I spent so many years looking at his muscles, that my mind doesn't connect those memories with the fat pig that now lies on the floor panting and sweating while choking on lasagna.

"HEY FUCKING FATMAN" I say, I'm always glad to see him, to see what I did to him, to see how the cocky jock he once was ended up like this, he took the camera and I approach him with a bucket of fried chicken.

He looks at me with hatred and resentment as I feed him, I just laugh because Alan keeps eating, he can't stop anymore, he can't go back to being the stud he used to be, if anyone ever believes he was.

I love seeing him like this, so weak and useless, broken, I force him to look at himself in the mirror while he eats and he starts crying like a baby, I don't care if I'm still fat, I just care that Alan is ruined and obese, well at least I can walk without help, Alan can't even lift his fat arms to take out the fried chicken.

"That's right, eat fatso… you're not so arrogant anymore, huh?"

[doumadono]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

Lately, I've been feeling really really down because of my weight. Although im not really "fat" And just chubby, i can't help but be bothered about people just telling me to loose weight. Trust me, im really trying but because of PCOS its hard to get rid of my belly to the point that I barely eat anything. With that being said, could i please request on how Shoto Todoroki would comfort the reader about being body conscious? Lovelots❤

A/N: I'm sorry to hear that you've been feeling down about your weight. It's important to remember that your worth is not determined by your body size, and you should prioritize your health and well-being over societal pressures. Dealing with weight-related issues, especially in the face of insensitive comments from others, can be incredibly challenging. It's crucial to focus on what's best for your overall health rather than succumbing to external pressures. PCOS can make weight management more complex, and it's essential to approach it in a healthy and sustainable way.

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After a particularly tough day, you find yourself sitting in the common room of the dorm, quietly sobbing. Shoto notices your distress and joins you without a word. He sits down, leaving a comfortable distance between you, and his presence alone provides some solace.

He watches you with a caring expression, and after a while, he reaches over and offers you a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. You accept it gratefully, wrapping it around your shoulders for warmth and comfort.

You continue to cry softly, and Shoto doesn't rush you. Instead, he patiently waits, giving you the time and space you need to process your emotions.

Eventually, when your tears begin to subside, Shoto speaks softly, "You don't have to tell me what's wrong if you're not ready, but I'm here to listen if you want to talk." His voice is gentle and understanding, offering you an anchor in the storm of your emotions.

After Shoto's comforting presence helps ease your tears, you gather your thoughts and decide it's time to open up to him. You appreciate his support and trust him with your feelings. "I just can't shake this feeling of not being good enough because of my weight," you stated out of blue.

Shoto sighs softly, "I understand that it can be tough. It's not easy when others are so critical. But please remember that their opinions don't define you."

"It's just so frustrating, Shoto. I feel like I'm constantly being judged."

"I know it's easier said than done, but try not to let the opinions of others define how you see yourself. People who truly care about you will see your inner beauty and strength," he smiles, a tiny smile dancing in the corners of his mouth.

"I've been trying really hard to lose weight, but it's not working as I hoped. And sometimes, I end up hardly eating anything because I'm so worried about gaining weight again." Your chin starts quivering again.

"I admire your determination, but please remember that health should always come first. You shouldn't have to go to such extremes. Your health is the most important thing, and starving yourself isn't the way to achieve it. You're more than your weight, and I want you to be healthy and happy."

You smile with tears in your eyes, "Thank you, Shoto, you're always so sweet to me."

Shoto gently wipes away a tear that rolls down your cheek, "You're welcome. Just know that I'm here to support you, no matter what. Remember, you're not alone in this, and we can work through it together, I'll try to help you. Your well-being is what matters most."

[cricketcat9]

What is The Most Important Problem

women have, according to the ads on YouTube, FB, and pretty much everywhere else? What do you think it may be? Well, it's BELLY FAT. You need to get rid of your belly fat! I will tell you how, for incredibly low price of $29, this week only! Thanks to my method hundreds of women lost 30 pounds in a week!*** You should eat carbs, never eat carbs, eat fat, not eat fat, activate the hormone, do cardio, never ever do cardio, run, never run, do cortisol detox, detox your liver, you are just one walking toxic tank and you don't know it, for only $69 I'll tell you how to detox everything and also lose your terrible BELLY FAT!

*** what did they do with the hanging skin, I want to know

Fuck off you fucking charlatans. This is insanity. I'll keep my belly fat and just work on staying fit, thank you very much.

Avoiding the terrible belly fat problem

[moonelevation]

BODY FIGURE

KEEP IN TRACK WITH YOUR BODY

LOSING WEIGHT AFFIRMATIONS

~ i am burning fat all the time, my body always stays slim, toned and healthy

~ i have a superhumanly fast metabolism, i have the fastest metabolism in the universe

~ my metabolism increases everytime i breathe creating the highest metabolism ever,

~ i am immune to gain weight no matter what because it's written in my dna

~ i burn calories in the fastest way every second and all the time without doing nothing

~ i can eat whatever i want and as much as i want and i keep losing weight because my metabolism is amazingly fast and my body always gets rid of everything it doesn't need

~ i can fully enjoy eating without gaining weight because i'm always burning calories

~ it's impossible for me to gain weight because i keep losing weight just by breathing

~ i enjoy having a powerful, fast and healthy digestive system, my body digests everything i consume easily, quickly and correctly

~ my body is programmed to eliminate all fat cells all the time and keeps my shape always beautifully slim and toned

~ i have and i always keep a natural beautiful skinny body no matter how much i eat or what i eat

~ i have a gorgeous breathtaking body, my body figure is absolutely perfect and perfect

~ i have the most perfect hourglass body shape, i love how beautifully my body looks

~ i feel so confident about my body, i have a beautiful skinny body

~ i have the body of a supermodel, i absolutely love my body

~ i have the most seductive and attractive body that everybody desires and admires

~ i have a perfect flat stomach with ripped defined abs permanently

~ i have a highly toned belly and the slimmest and curviest seductive waistline

~ i love how i have the utmost hourglass body figure with an incredibly tiny waist and beautiful abs

~ i have the most well-balanced and perfect proportional body features and i can effortlessly maintain my ideal body just by breathing

~ i have overwhelmingly defined and toned body, i have the most beautiful body ever

~ i have a model-like body that always seduces people at first glance

[furnace-arden]

I've known fatphobia was a thing for a long time, obviously, but I've been thin to super skinny my whole life. Holy cow, the way some things sink in from theoretical to practical

For the last decade, I've been super skinny. Like, doctors telling me to order milkshakes when I eat out levels of skinny. I could see my hip bones, my rib bones and my spine. It was not "good skinny" by any means. A lot of this was a wicked depression/ eating disorder combo. I didn't want to eat and when I did, everything made me gag. It was awful.

Recently, I've finally healed enough to put on weight. I've reached a healthy weight for the first time in my adult life. I've outgrown my high school clothes now, a month before my 31st birthday. I don't fit in a size 0 anymore and occasionally need medium shirts.

I knew I'd have to tell people weight gain was good and that needing new clothes was good. (I'm bummed about new clothes occasionally because I really liked those yellow pants, but I can buy new yellow pants). We're conditioned to think it's bad and if I wanted the right reaction, I'd have to prime for it.

But I didn't expect some of the other stuff. For the first time in my life, I have a little tummy. It's more of that "stubborn belly fat" diet mags are always trying to get rid of, than a proper tummy, but the fact that it only showed up when I reached a healthy weight is stunning. For the first time since I was 19, I can't see my ribs and now I'm supposed to work to get rid of this stomach pooch?

I love having my tummy now. I love not seeing my ribs and I also love being able to lay on my stomach and have my hip bones be cushioned enough that it doesn't hurt.

I'm still thin. I'm 120 lbs and 5'4". And what's absolutely buckwild to me is that I know there's a group out there who would look at this achievement--having even the slightest amount of extra body fat--and cringe. This is the lowest weight I can be without my body shutting down. I have better circulation, more energy, better all sorts of things.

And the fact that I have to say "I gained 4" around my waist TELL ME HOW GOOD I DID" is bonkers. This 4" is an achievement.

I'm not really sure what the point of writing this is, but I only have, like, 2 followers on this blog so it seemed safe enough to purge the thoughts here.

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 93: The Shape of You

Luigi wasn’t alone in being anxious about the pregnancy.

Despite a relatively complication free first trimester, when they arrived at their second trimester appointment with Dr. Valezquez, the experienced therapist took one look at Noemi’s troubled expression and ill-fitting outfit and immediately recognized a sim in desperate need of comforting.

She welcomed them both warmly and jumped right in: “Our last session was quite focused on Luigi’s concerns. This time, let’s start with the mother to be. Adjusting to big changes like this can give anyone a hard time, and we’re here to find ways to help. So how are you feeling, dear?”

Noemi replied that she’d had a very helpful glimpse into their future recently. “Luigi’s teammate just had an adorable little baby boy and invited us over for dinner. Breanne, his wife, has already raised one child and told me a lot about what to expect in the years to come.”

Luigi jumped in to say that the way his co-captain had taken to the baby gave him great hope for his own child when Dr. Valezquez cut him off.

“Yes, spending time with other parents of a similar age can be very helpful, but we were waiting to hear how Noemi was feeling.”

“I’ve been taking very good care of myself, cooking healthy meals and avoiding junk food and empty calories. I’m also fully back into my old fitness regime and pushing more weight at the gym than ever before.” As she spoke, even Luigi noticed how she unconsciously seemed to hide her belly.

He thought back to noticing her longing looks at the sugary breakfast cereal he’d bought for her as she prepared a low-fat egg white omelet, and the way she’d been working out to the point of exhaustion. He glanced at the therapist and asked: “Is it possible to be in too good a shape?”

 “Not necessarily” the Doctor said, “But it raises an important question. Noemi, what do you think the healthiest shape is, for someone growing a whole new person right around … here?” She pantomimed a baby belly on herself, rounded and projecting. “And the healthiest frame of mind?”

Noemi’s eyes filled with tears at the question. She grabbed some tissues from the box Dr. Velasquez kept on hand and snuggled into her boyfriends' outstretched arms to explain: “The changes to my body are freaking me out a bit. My mom said a lot of hurtful things about my weight when I hit puberty. That’s when I started focusing more on working out and eating healthy.”

“My departed wife, Kiana, helped me learn to love and accept myself, but mom’s unkind words when we told her about the baby brought all those insecurities roaring back to the surface. Suddenly I was right back to hating looking at myself in the mirror.” She buried her face in Luigi’s shoulder. “I’m afraid if I put on baby weight, I’ll never get rid of it. ”

“It’s normal to struggle with the physical changes pregnancy brings, especially for people who’ve struggled with their body image in the past” their therapist gently told her. “But it’s important for you and your baby to get the fuel and rest you need to grow in healthy ways. Feel free to keep doing exercises that feel comfortable, but now isn’t the time to push harder.”  She smiled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to do all the pushing you want at the end.”

“If mirrors make it harder to love yourself, please, let your doctors and family support you there.” She looked at Luigi “Can we count on you to help Noemi see that she is beautiful and loved?”

 “Of course!” he said “Noemi will always be beautiful to me, no matter what. I just want her and the baby to be happy and healthy.”

“Great!” Dr. Valezquez beamed. “It’s a special time, enjoy it! Noemi, savor those cravings and enjoy whatever food your body calls for. Go shopping for something that shows off your new shape, rather than trying to hide it.”

Unknowingly mirroring Beau she continued: “Most importantly, start getting excited about the baby to come. It may help you both to remember this is really all about the third person on my couch right now.”

“I recommending finding out your little one's gender at your next OB visit and start trying out names. Studies show that finding out the gender of an unborn baby and giving him or her a name helps with bonding. Buy some cute things to decorate their room, talk to them, and wait for those baby kicks to start in earnest!” The doctor patted her own belly with a faraway look in her eye. “Getting prepared ahead of time will make things much easier when your baby finally arrives.”

The couple left their session that day with lots of “homework”, but in a much better frame of mind than the last time.

They would have one more session before the baby was born, and they both hoped to have made some progress, and have good news to share, by the time that final appointment rolled around.

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[theoceanoasis]

Hot rod gaining weight and being self conscious about it. He feels unattractive and avoids people.

Warning: Eating disorder

He looked in the mirror frowning because he looked bigger than usual. Rubbing his hands along his body he felt insecure. Racing frames were supposed to be sleek and agile while he looked huge.

He started to exercise more trying to combat the sudden weight gain. Going on walks and drives always working out and being mindful of what he was eating. However nothing seemed to work.

He felt disgusted with his body and began to stop eating. Whenever Soundwave wasn't looking he'd get rid of his food. He'd skip meals and try to eat less. He was so hungry all the time and it made him even more angry.

He began to feel faint and struggled to complete normal tasks much less exercise. All the while getting bigger. He didn't understand it and hated himself for loosing control thinking he was ugly.

One day Soundwave tried wrapping his arms around him and he pushed him away claiming he was hot. Soundwave had looked confused and worried because he usually loved to snuggle. However he couldn't bare the idea of Soundwave wrapping his arm around him and feeling how fat he'd gotten. He knew his Conjunx would leave him.

Feeling ashamed he began isolating himself. He didn't want to go out worried people would judge him. Always trying to hide his growing belly. Feeling ashamed of it.

He barely let Soundwave touch him. They used to have sex almost every night and now it was once every two weeks at most. Which just made him feel worse. He was sick all the time and yet he never lost weight. He was in pain, irritable, hungry, dizzy and just miserable overall.

However the idea of getting even bigger made him continue his habits until one day Soundwave put his foot down. He'd been watching him spiral for a while and had enough. He knew what he was doing wasn't helping and despite his protests. He took him to Ratchet.

The medic scanned him while lecturing about his eating habits and Hot Rod cried about how far he'd gotten. Soundwave tried to reassure his mate who shook his head refusing to listen.

"I'm so ugly. You should find someone better than me."

He sobbed and Soundwave tried to hug him. While Hot Rod refused not wanting Soundwave to touch him when he looked like that.

Ratchet made a noise of surprise and they both looked over where they were shocked to find out he was sparked.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Big Bad x AFAB!Princess!Reader || Smutshot

Plot:

You're holding a hand tight over your mouth to keep from screaming, the pleasure of having your cunt stretched and pummeled all too much for you. // "Next time you come ta the cottage... you'll be able to scream as loud as you want. I don't care what anyone thinks, listenin' in. They're gonna think I'm fucken eating you whole with how loud I'll train ya to be for me. I wanna hear those squeals~"

Basically, Big Bad pulls through on his promise from last time (in Part 1).

Warnings: Smut with feelings- but when the smut comes it is DIRTY. B takes you like bitch in heat, pretty much literally. Dirty talk, doggy style (But not anal, I'm not into it sorry), rough, on the floor, nuts in you, a few moments of edging, begging, knotting, etc.

Tagging: @marinerainbow. Yes, more! XD

The next time you are 'kidnapped' (Though the word had lost its true meaning at this point. You've been very happy to be taken by your wolves for some time now, and this time was definitely not exempt- even if you were nervous for this one considering what happened the last time you and Big Bad were... in the visinity... ), you were curious as to how Big Bad would feel about you now. Is it possible that he lost interest, now? Now that he had had you? Isn't that a thing, with villains?...

But- no. He was more then your villain wasn't he?? You were good friends! Despite your rolls, at least, you thought you were friends.

Maybe more, now. Hopefully-

But... there is still a nagging worry that's been dancing around in the corner of your mind since he left you that night. You thought, because he didn't turn around to glance at you one more time as he disappeared back into the woods when he left (Going back to his home. Leaving you to yours. It felt wrong that they werent the same), that it meant... maybe, you didn't mean much to him afterall. Not after-...

You also thought that was silly, but- Edward always looked back whenever he left you. Perhaps it was a prince thing, but goddamnit it fucked with you.

When you noticed that it was just him - Big Bad, - , no Granny and no Kiddy around to kidnap you with him like they always are- you become even more confused. What? But- Where were they? The moment Big Bad sets you down on the uneven cobblestone ground outside the dark old cottage that the wolves live in deep in these woods, you start fiddling with the tips of your fingers; picking at the skin and peering around awkwardly, as he reaches a thick arm past you and chucks the door open. For you. "Um- "

"Yeah?"

"Where are, uh, um- where are the guys?"

Big Bad's shiny canine-eyes, inhuman eyes, flicker down to your smaller form with a dark and primal grin that all of a sudden sets your insides on fire. Your lips fall open. "Got rid of 'em. Figured this time we might wanna be alone... " For a second the dirty, needful way he was looking at you softens the tiniest bit, and you watch his ears flatten half-way against his head sweetly- if Big Bad could be sweet. Your head tilts to the side, confused again, but his next word - as gruff and growly as it still sounded, - cleared it up for you. Your eyes widen. "right?" ... He was checking.

"... mhm- " Yes. Words fail you, so you just nod; eager and pleased and aching to reach for him. Feel him under your hands again, his fur and his fat. Already theirs a throbbing heat starting to blossom in your lower belly, excited to have him touch you the same way as he did the last time. Use you again, like you remember. Inside your chamber at the palace, during the awful time you have to spend just waiting around for your story to start up all over again, when you're supposed to 'enjoy your happy ending', you couldn't get it out of your head.

Since you and Edward don't share a room with eachother, not even on that first night after the your story finishes, you would lay there flat on your back in that beautiful canopied bed wondering where Big Bad was right then. You could see that dank cottage and you actually wished you were there, not in the palace though it's beautiful and comfortable. Was he still thinking about you? you would think, too, cheeks getting hot. And when you would let your eyes fall shut, you would picture it again; the way Big Bad's cock felt stretching you and making you feel full-up, and your heartbeat would speed up inside your chest and your toes would curl.

You tried to feel it again by yourself, stroking your sensitive folds to thoughts of him, memories, and dipping your own fingers in while picturing those deep burnt acorn coloured eyes smirking at you like always does, but it wasn't the same.

When Big Bad's clawed paw wraps slowly around your arm now like he's just reminding himself you're really really truly back, and he leans into your face and you feel his breath, you're afraid your heart just might take off with how hard it's beating becwuse of him. His eyes wonder up and down your body and he swallows, growls, and then returns to your eyes with a sharp smirk. "... I thought so."

That makes you grin; a bright, toothy one. "You did??"

"Mhm... c'mon."

You don't need to be told twice, feeling Big Bad's paw move to the small of your back feather-light, you fly into the house like his touch gave you wings. Before you turn around, the door closes and the two of you are plunged into darkness, except for the little streams of daylight coming in through the cracks in the closed window curtains- well, what daylight manages to first get in through the trees overhead at least. So, despite daylights efforts, it is still quite dark in here.

You can still at least see his broad shape in the dark though, and he can definitely see you (And if he couldn't then he could sniff you out. Or he could hear you breathing) as he finds you effortlessly, body colliding finally back with yours. God you missed him. God you missed him! You have missed Big Bad every time you've been taken away for years now, but all of a sudden its really hitting you. You hate being away.

A surprised gasp escapes you as his arms wrap around you in the dark, your own gliding up his wide, warm chest until your finger tips glide along his furry shoulders. Your palms find the hill of his neck and you get up on your tippy toes- aiming a kiss blindly towards his sensitive snout. Now that its dark, you feel more confident.

More needy. More willing to show it.

A chuckle escapes him as your lips touch his nose all-soft, and you feel it through his belly and against your chest which makes you smile again. "You're an eager little princess this time, huh?... sweet,.. "

"I missed you." You whisper matter o' factly, just telling him because its true. You don't want to keep it to yourself.

"Hmm? And what'd ya miss? Huh? My... " You can feel a clawed finger entangle itself in a thick strand of your hair. "Wit?"

"Yes... "

"My... " He gives it a gentle tug, and it is the oddest thing; The feeling blooms into something tingly that rushes straight down to your core. You let out a quipped sigh and he breathes out a growl. "Roguish looks?... my sense of humour?... c'mon sweetheart, you're gonna haveta' give it to me straight."

Your eyes are round and shiny in the dark, your hands on his shoulders again as you tilt your head to the side. You know he's after something specific, he's devious and he wants to make you admit how much you've wanted his knot again these past few weeks and make you beg for him- and you have wanted that and you will beg- but mostly you just missed your friend. You always miss him when you're over there; he's your best friend. And you just wwnt him to know. "I just... missed you."

For a moment Big Bad doesn't respond, just stares at you. It makes you nervous that you cant see his expression but when you feel his paws clench tighter around your waist- and worse, the hot appendage straining against loose-fitting pants and the inside of your thigh, you figure you must have said the right thing. When he talks, his deep-growly-voice is so impossibly huskier and lost to lust that you know his eyes must match. You'd love to see them. The next time, you think with a little elevated smirk, you'll have him fuck you somewhere light- so that you can see clearly how he looks at you with his thick cock sunk inside you. "... fucking hell pup you're gonna kill me."

Spurred on by the dark and the way his voice is full of lust, you graze your fingers down over his chest until your touch reaches the rope keeping the old fabric around his hips under his belly, and slip your fingertips just beneath the waistband. You could just keep going, and feel it again... the idea is enticing, his heavy cock in your hand. "... how would I do that?" You ask, eyes downcast and head full of fuzz and hot thoughts.

Before you can get any further, Big Bad's large clawed paws are digging into your hips and dragging you against his still-clothed cock, making you gasp and let go of him; biting your lip at the vague outline of that thickness you've been dreaming about against your puffy pussy again. Finally. "... you're fucken perfect, doll. I'm gonna mate you tonight."

"You're gonna- "

"Make you mine, little princess." He cuts you off and clarifies, a sharp claw touching into the delicate skin beneath your chin and nudging your face up to look at him leering over your form. You can just see the light reflecting off of his eyes. "Officially. How d'ya feel about that? I'm thinkin' that's what you want... Ta have a monster split ya so good you're never good fa anyone else again. Have me keep ya here and not let the fucken prince take ya away from me again- break the rules for ya. Keep ya with me, keep ya safe, keep you happy and keep ya filled like a needy little bitch... hm? Y/N? Whadaya think?"

"... please." You can't think of a thing else to say.

"That's what I thought."

~

You come to find that when Big Bad says he'll do something, he does it. He didn't even move you to the bedroom you know there is in this cottage; he just whipped you around like a doll and shoved you down to the ground, on your stomach. It makes you feel like a helpless victim as he pulled up your skirts and took out his leaking cock- rubbing the precum-covered tip all over your sloppy wet entrance from behind. The feeling has you emitting choked sighs.

When he slips in ball-deep, filling you up completely in one go unlike the last time when he took things slow for you (this time he didnt bother, and you want to thank him for it. You were more then ready and you were already clenching around nothing), your fingernails dig into the wooden floor. "Ah- " It feels so good, your pussy is already squeezing him tight and very sensitive to the feeling of his heavy balls grazing your skin.

"Little pup, I toldya last time- the next time I fucked ya you'd get ta be as loud as ya want. So- " Like you're his to use, his to pose and spread out just how he wants to see you, he uses two sharp-clawed paws to pick up your hips and set your knees against the wood nice and far away from each other, your lips stretched open wide around his thick, fat cock the further he stretches your thighs from eachother. Sighing, again, you lean down to the floor and rest your forehead against your forearm; arching your back like a cat in the sun equally as much for him and for yourself. You neeeed him... "Lemme know what I'm doin' right, yeah?~ Heheh."

Then, having mounted you like a dog, a bitch, Big Bad starts to pound you like one. And you do as you're told, sticking your fingernails so deeply into the wood that you make indentations that you'll look for again later, chewing your bottom lip like a toy, and huffing and pleading (Please- please- please- please- oh, please- ) along with his every hard thrust up into your leaking hole. Just like the last time, he loses himself to the feeling of your hot little cunt wrapped around his fat cock.

When he bends over your back, his heavy body weighing you down and making it harder to breath (which just hieghtens your pleasure, like its hump or die), the heel of his paw lands heavily next to your hand in the wood and he starts humping against you even faster, even rougher, his nose finding its way to your neck purely by feel alone; sniffing hard at your scent and your sweat. Memorising you this way. Sure, he already knew you from before, from all the times he had to hunt you down when you were lost in the woods and he kidnapped you away from your prince, but not this way. Not full of his cock, covered in his scent. This you was his, actually his. He had imagined it before, filling you -special you, - with his pups but this was real. This was you really being his. Willingly, enthusiastically, desperately his.

He never wanted to be without your sweet cunt wrapped around him again. He was finally maling you his and he wanted you to always be on his fat cock now. He did not want to let you go, again.

He knew that was an impossibility, but he could make this one last. Until you came crawlin' back to him for more like a good, loyal bitch, at least.

"Louder," He growls into your ear, sharp teeth then scraping against the soft soft skin of your neck. A little princesses neck. He cannot wait to mark this skin up so bad you cannot be considered anything but his, by anyone. Especially your dumb little prince. - He'll get to that, though. "I want 'em ta hear your pretty screamin' at the palace. I want 'em ta think I'm rippin' you apart."

He's furiously ramming into your hole now when suddenly he stops- just grinding his groin tediously into your slick, drippy, sensitive heat and making you whine. Needy. Desperate. "Please... please, B- I- I need y- "

"Whadaya need?"

"You... please... pleasepleaseplease... " God, he's just torturing you. You're crying, tears actually creeping out the corners of your eyes and sliding down your hot cheeks. You can taste the salt in your mouth. The pleasure is so slow, so drawn out between your thighs, you're full but he's only rubbing himself against you now- edging you. Teasing you. Training you. How he can even keep himself together like he is right now with the way you're wringing him out with your cunt, you have no clue because you're about to explode, pressing your forehead into your forearm. Your forehead massaging your forearm as Big Bad's movements roll your body.

"Who am I? What am I?"

"... Wolf... my- my... mate... g- please!"

That's the breaking point. Yes he is your fucking mate. And you are his. "Scream." He tells you then, raising up into his knees again and starting to suddenly slam between your folds harder then ever. Every thrust has him pulling out almost all the way, almost leaving you empty each time before his groin presses against the back of your puffy cunt and your ass again when he goes back in. Fucking you braindead like a pathetic little pup.

His cock pummels into you, stretching your inexperienced little hole as far as it can go it seems, and making your legs tremble with pleasure as you arch your ass back into him more. You didn't know he could get like this, almost feral- your intimidating, yet surprisingly well-mannered Big Bad who was destroying your drooling cunt because he can not control himself inside you. A scream rips out of you, your fingers ball into a fist and your eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure comes to an overwhelming head. "Big Baad!!"

Suddenly he nuts, blowing that hot feeling inside you once again just like last time, which sends you over the edge- making you a sloppy, creamy, destroyed mess on the floor with his knot still stuck in you. His cum oozes out of you around his knot, drooling down your thighs and to the wood while your tears dry up on your cheeks.

After a few moments of heavy breathing on both your ends, Big Bad comes back to reality first and leans over you once again to nose up your spine until he reaches your neck. While you're coming down from that great high, he gently rubs your little cunt around his knot to calm you down while breathing in your sweet scent from your neck.

"... that's was good, Y/N... princess... real good... you're all mine now, yeah?... I promise I wont let 'em take ya away again this time... "