#how to lose belly fat for men

[plumpybread]

Would love an explanation for your Inazuma cast's weight! I know Itto starts gaining as a sign of rebellion, right? What about the others?

Of course! The Inazuman guys are very interesting, since the nation is infamous in the AU for being extremely anti-obesity and the polar opposite of Fontaine, but most of them have unique reasons behind going against the status quo:

Gorou:

He had always been an extremely disciplined young man and a formidable leader in the troops he lead, but there was something he found out that soon began to challenge his self-restraint; the secret illegal smuggling of Fontainian food conducted by the Fatui to purposefully fatten up and weaken Watatsumi Island's troops without their knowledge. A strange surge of obesity had sparked between the men of Watatsumi as months went by, not understanding why the food they ate was so much more addictive and tasty than they remembered.

Gorou did the best he could to get his peers on the field and to avoid overindulging, but even he had began falling victim to the drastic power of Fontainian food, heavily struggling to get back in shape no matter how much he exercised every day, and starting to get worried on what the future might hold.

Kazuha:

After the decline and fall of the Kaedehara clan, Kazuha escaped from Inazuma, barely making it alive from the soldier's pursuit. With a new outlook in life, he decided he wanted a life full of the freedom he never had. As a temporary member of Beidou's ship crew, he began enjoying the little things in life, such as food and beer, lots of beer.

His belly quickly began bloating in size as months went by, taut and round, a sign of his newfound joy in constant drinking with friends, and he could not care less. If anything, it just made him happy, he'd gotten used enough to his chiseled abs, maybe getting fat was simply more his style now.

Heizou:

I had always envisioned Heizou to be a heavier guy. Although Inazuma has very low obesity rates, it's not 0%, and some guys just grew up pretty fat and never got around losing the weight. He had likely been born with a very slow metabolism, which simply lead to weight piling on easily.

He's a bit rebellious in nature, so he might get a little kick knowing he's way fatter than what people want him to be. He doesn't plan on losing weight nor is he actively wishing to get fatter, he's simply content with his appearance, and if he ends up gaining more weight, so be it!

Wanderer:

Scaramouche, once a puppet of the Raiden Shogun herself, set free to live freely, became a mentally scarred, evil Fatui Harbinger after a life filled with betrayal. After being defeated by Aether and Nahida in Sumeru, he chose to erase his existence from the world and assumed a new identity as a nameless Wanderer, seeking redemption and a fresh start in life.

Though most of his memory of his past life had been completely erased from his mind, he still felt an internal disdain for Inazuma and its values, which is why he felt a very odd, comforting feeling when he looked at his body in the mirror and he noticed he had gained some weight.

Since assuming his new identity as a wanderer, he had allowed his own body to start growing as fat as it wanted. He visited many restaurants throughout Sumeru and did not deprive himself from enjoying good food to its fullest. His fatness brought him a joy and comfort that he couldn't put into words, and he knew he didn't plan on actively gaining weight, but watching his stomach hang lower and his limbs grow plusher month after month made him very happy.

Thoma:

Like most men born in Mondstadt, Thoma was quite heavy since early on in his life, and he was likely going to be just as obese as everyone else in the city when he grew up. Unfortunately, when he went to delivery Dandelion Wine to Inazuma one day at a young age, he became stranded due to unforseen circumstances.

Despite being an outsider, Thoma's sociable nature and adeptness at building connections allowed him to integrate seamlessly into Inazuman society and grant himself some easy jobs. However, due to him being on his own and struggling with money, he lost weight easily, some days even spent starving after not being able to make enough to eat that day.

When he was an adult, he earned the trust of the Kamisato Clan, and was brought on to live with them while he worked as a housekeeper, taking on responsibilities such as cooking, cleaning, and managing household affairs.

Kamisato Ayato, the head of the Kamisato clan and a young man of similar age to Thoma, quickly grew affectionate of him, and wanted to know everything about Thoma. One day, he confessed to Ayato the fact that he used to be pretty big in the past when he lived in Mondstadt, and how his upbringing in Inazuma caused him to lose all the weight as he now had a very lean, toned body. Ayato's interest was immediately piqued. He suggested in that silver-tongued way of his that he might want to look into gaining weight and embracing his Mondstadtian culture, and Thoma simply didn't want to disappoint Ayato.

Some years down the line, Thoma blew up and became undeniably obese. His body was fat all over, and he huffed and puffed and waddled down the halls of the Kamisato estate in a way Ayato could not detach his eyes from. Thoma did not mind his very high weight by itself too much, though it did start to tire him out quite a bit during his day job, something Ayato quickly fixed by reducing his work hours by half and extending his lunch breaks so he could rest (and eat) for longer.

Ayato was utterly fascinated by Thoma and his body. Obesity was rare and socially punished in their nation, but Thoma had the excuse of being an outsider (and one from Mondstadt at that) that allowed him to gain weight without too much judgement. Even so, he didn't leave the Kamisato Estate much for people to see him anyways, always busy tending to important things inside the building, such as private meetings with Ayato every day at tea time where he would be told to lay down next to Ayato as he was hand-fed all sorts of foods and pastries in a silence of mutual enjoyment.

Itto:

Itto was a feared Oni in the streets of Inazuma, not for his fearsome strength, or for his spiky, red horns, but for his annoying habit of stealing people's food when they weren't looking.

The massive Oni only cared about one thing and one thing only; rebelling against Inazuma's societal norms. Mistreated and misunderstood since birth because he was an Oni, Itto simply didn't care or want to fit into Inazuman society anymore because he knew he would never be able to even if he tried, so he set his own path in life.

Early on, getting fat was just one of the many ways to show a middle finger and protest against the Inazuman regime and values, but it quickly stuck, and he wanted more, he wanted to get fatter, not only to make a statement, but because he realized he really enjoyed feeling heavy, and so he began gorging on food for many years to come.

Now, Itto sat comfortably past the 900 pound milestone, and he was amongst the heaviest men in the entire nation. Thanks to his Oni musculature, he was still able to somewhat comfortably move around the streets of Inazuma, but he loved how heavy his massive belly felt, pinning him down no matter if he was standing or laying down. The way it sagged way past his knees, and how it'd slap against his legs through each step, he couldn't get enough of it, and he knew he wanted more. He wanted his belly to reach the ground, to know what it'd feel like to be so obscenely obese his own stomach was so massive it dragged across the floor of every room and every road he walked through, and he was going to work hard to make that his reality.

[lyeofhell]

mdni 𖥔 ݁ ˖ nikolai x curvy!reader

nik who flirts with the pretty, soft thing at the bar by letting you play with his hair. because as you said, it’s just so long and looks so soft, how could he deny you?

nik wraps an arm around your plush midsection to keep you upright, pressed close to him, all while he watches you giggle and tangle your fingers in his tresses. he nurses whiskey with a smirk on his face, enjoying the feel of your warm hands, the feel of a touchy, tipsy girl at his side. he’s carrying on his conservations with what you assume to be some more military men, as you try your best to focus and remember which section of hair goes under and which section goes over (how do braids work again?)…and damn the alcohol — every time he moves, laughing boisterously or adjusting himself at the feel of you, you lose your balance a bit, stumbling further into the space between his thick thighs. an arm tightens around your waist, stabilizing you with a low, “be careful, malishka.”

you huff, tugging on his roots a little as punishment, and when he grins and playfully grabs his own handful of you in return, you squeal — stifling a heady smile as you tell him to stop moving because you’re trying to make it pretty.

nik chuckles into his glass, takes a sip large enough to trace as it migrates down his throat, and then settles it atop the table. he shifts in his seat.

“did not mean to disturb you.”

nik looks down at you. and slowly, you feel his arm loosen as big hands slip to grab hold of your waist. at first, massaging — but then kneading, as if to tenderize. and like a trickle turns to stream his hands migrate south, fingers slithering to settle in the creases where your ass meets your thighs.

he’s squeezing — fingertips so close to where you wish he’d put them, and with a tug he pulls you firm to him. until your front is smooshing against his belly.

your head can’t take it; the heat of him permeates his shirt, plushy fat of his abdomen blanketing the hard muscle underneath and you’re so fucking warm. barely inches away from his face and quickly lost in his eyes, in his smell — breaths heavy with whisky and his aquatic cologne.

you wiggle your fingers to make sure you’re still conscious, snaking them further into his hair, and softly gripping as if to ground yourself. instead it urges him just a bit closer, baited to speak low and slither right up to your ear.

“mm,” he purrs. lips ghost your ear, your cheek, your temple. “is that better?”

[hom3landr]

Sated

18 +

Homelander x Reader

After an exhausting romp in bed, you decide to ask Homelander about his enthusiasm towards eating you out.

You flop your head back down on the damp pillow, body heaving and glistening with sweat. You can feel every labored breath viscerally and your whole body pulses like a drumbeat. Your hair is matted and stuck to your forehead. You look a mess. You feel a mess. And it takes a significant effort to muster up the effort to try to push away the man still licking at your twitching and overstimulated cunt.

“Why…” You’re embarrassed that it is more of a wheeze than an actual word. “Why do you like that so much?”

The head between your thighs lifts, chin literally dripping with you. A long time ago, you’d been on a trip to Yellowstone with your family and had encountered a grizzly in the field near the trail. It was fat and sleepy, a bloody carcass cradled between its paws as it lazily ate its fill. The ranger insisted that no one needed to panic despite the relative proximity to the bear. After all, us tourists posed no threat and with a full belly and no cubs to watch, we were safe to remain near this dreadful creature. 

Homelander reminds you of that bear but with slick instead of blood. A rather graphic comparison to make but all of your fantasies about Homelander end up tinged with gore eventually. You can pet the bear and play with the bear. Watch as the bear feasts and rages and roars. You keep him well fed and as long as you do so, you can remain on the trail unharmed.

He licks his lips with a smack and a smirk.

“Are you complaining?” He purrs as he crawls up your body. He kisses the protest from your mouth before you even realize that you’ve opened your mouth to make it. His tongue is insistent, intentionally filling your mouth with the taste of your own pleasure. You wrap your arms around him weakly and cradle him as he indulges. Eventually he separates to let you breathe and you attempt to justify your question.

“It’s just most guys I’ve…” You respond before you’re cut off by another forceful kiss. Homelander does not like when you bring up other men while in his bed, even if your opinions of them are less than complimentary. 

“I thought you’d given up on comparing me to other men a long time ago.” He teases gruffly as he presses hungry kisses against your pulse.

He’s being deliberately obtuse and you wish he’d just answer your question. You know you’d offend him deeply if he ever knew this, but you hadn’t expected him to be a great lover when you first fell into bed with him. You figured he’d feel nice enough but a quick selfish fuck was all you expected. Imagine your surprise at the way he relishes taking you apart. He is selfish in bed but only because he leaves you so fucked out after that any further plans you could have for the day are cancelled.

“Ok on a societal level, it’s not always seen as a manly thing to do. Women give blowjobs but men suffer eating pussy. That kind of thing.” You try to explain in a way that doesn’t remind him that he’s not the only one to have explored your body. You don’t want to sour his good mood. It’s a bit hypocritical on his part, considering he still brings up Maeve. You wonder if this is why she managed to endure him as long as she did.

Homelander hums and pulls away with a heated kiss to the bolt of your jaw. He looks at you quizzically.

“And…? I don’t see what that has to do with me eating you out. You like it. I like it. You don’t have to make it complicated” He responds. His brows are furrowed and he’s quickly losing patience with your questioning when he just wants to enjoy the afterglow.

You huff and prepare to drop it when he speaks again.

“I’ve never really thought about why. You taste delicious and I love the way I can feel you twitch under my tongue when you come. You’re so vulnerable, even more than regular sex. I like that. I like how easy it is to make you feel good. I like the way you act around me when you feel good. You get all soft.” He answers and your body pulses with a new wave of arousal at the way he describes giving you pleasure.

“I’m always soft around you.” You reach up and fluff his hair lightheartedly but his gaze remains piercing. His hand wraps loosely around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze but the weight of him reminds you what he’s capable of. But you’re too lazy to think too hard about it. You don’t think he’s going to try anything now. The bear has been fed.

“No, you’re not, even if you think you are. I can tell when you’re drawing away from me. You get scared.” He squeezes just tight enough to restrict your breath, eyes never leaving yours, before releasing and removing his hand from your neck. “You’re not scared now.” 

He lays down beside you and you tuck yourself tightly against his side. He sighs heavily and wraps an arm around your shoulders as he kisses your forehead. The two of you lay in a peaceful but contemplative silence. Despite his admission, the confession hasn’t seemed to raise any of his defenses. You run your fingers over his whorls of chest hair and he nuzzles against your temple. You do really try not to be scared. You know him well enough that no matter how he might bluster, unless you betray him in some way, you’re likely to remain unscathed. It’s not your fault that it doesn’t stop your lizard brain from kicking in whenever his eyes glow red or his words turn sharp and accusatory. 

“You get soft too.” You admit. “… I don’t mean to get scared of you. It just happens but you don’t have to worry about me. I promise.” 

Things go silent for a while but it’s comfortable. He hasn’t gone all tense the way he normally does when he’s convinced you’re lying to him somehow. You’re glad he trusts you. You wonder if the post-coital glow is dulling some of his paranoia.  One glance up at the mirrored ceiling and your blood fills with warmth with how natural it looks for the two of you to be slotted together like puzzle pieces. Naked on top of the covers, not an inch of skin is hidden from your gaze. 

“You don’t need to worry about me either. I’ll…try to be softer with you.” He replies, words taking an uncertain dip at the end.

You believe him. He’ll try to be soft just like you’ll try not to get scared. But you both know that as much as the two of you try. You can’t fight against nature.

You can only keep feeding the bear.

[lovingbarbariancomputer]

You rewired your brain real good bud. Bet it’s gettin hard to concentrate on anything other than eatin big. How does it feel knowing you’re becoming a domesticated American fatboy? Bet it feels fuckin good, huh. you’re bred for it so It’s only natural bro. American men can’t resist domestication. It feels better than sex itself. Just look at yourself big guy. your dick is begging to rub against the underside of your fat belly. It’s begging to lose inches as you get fatter and fatter. As you become domesticated, it gets harder and harder to think about anything else. why would you want to think about anything else anyway? You’re a fatboy now

[godihatethiswebsite]

18+ – The 141 take bets on No Nut November

CW: alcohol, breeding kink, cam girl, edging, slight Ghoap

Frothy pints drip condensation onto tacky laminate in the back corner of the local pub. Four men glance around at their companions with self assured smirks, so sure it’s them going home with the generous wad of cash piled high in the middle of the table.

Only one of them is right.

John 'breeding kink' Price is the first to lose No Nut November, rutting into the pillow wedged beneath his hips less than a week in with a feral primality driven towards a singular instinctual purpose. Desperate grunts and growls muffled by soft plaid sheets mimic tender flesh trapped between drooling canines. All those years of self-discipline don't mean shit once he eyes a pretty young thing wobbling down the aisles of the shop with a basket full of formula and a ripe round belly – swollen, heavy, fixed to pop. Fertile.

Simon is the next to drop outta the race, earbuds keeping the siren songbird all to himself in the paper thin confines of his rustling tent; the shy dove with her dark flushed cheeks and whimpering mewls who posts on Thursday nights to get herself through university making his rifle-calloused palm keep pace with the sparkly battery-powered rabbit lewdly shlicking between her folds, the 'top donator' headline flashing victorious on his screen keeping her chanting his name with each shuddering orgasm. 

Kyle nearly makes it the whole month – stupidly proud of himself for it too. Stumbling out of the barracks last year at 3am wearing the evidence of the vampire he'd brought back from the bar (watch still stuck on Bogota time) having cut his chances off real quick. This year is gonna be different. Pure determination; a marksman’s precision. No more slip-ups. Too bad his cousin's stag night rolls around three days before December, the charming temptress spinning her seductive web in neon stilettos leading his intoxicated form behind a beaded gossamer curtain, a couple hundred poorer and his heartbeat in his pants.

Fast forward to the back of the pub.

A pair of twinned groans concede defeat to the youngest sergeant, muttered insults barked without bite into the dark malty liquid of their drinks with half hearted regrets at being bested. Yet while the other two may relent in their failed endeavors, the chastised clicking of a tongue stops Kyle’s outstretched hand from collecting his winnings.

Stunned eyes shoot towards the uncharacteristically chatterless Scotsman across the table. After all, no one ever suspects Johnny. Why would they? Big dumb mutt always flapping his gob, chasing after anything on two legs that’ll give him the time of day. The least serious member of the unit with a nose for mischief and a taste for easy women. Poor pup just can’t help it if he has trouble keeping his leaky red rocket to himself. There’s no point in even entertaining the idea really.

But that’s how it’s always been, hasn’t it? Ever since basic – when he was just some punk kid from the outskirts of Glasgow spouting too many words with too much nonchalance. Mentally writing him off as anything but the squadron’s class clown. Counting him out before he’s even had a chance to tap in. 

They forget he’s one of them sometimes; honed, sharpened, regimented to perfection. A sniper’s focus mixed with advanced pyrotechnic chemistry. Analytical interest bottled in an understimulated mind. There’s a stubbornness in his veins that begs for a challenge – that thrives in the environment of other people’s miscalculations. 

Think he can’t do it? Watch him surpass expectations. Tell him not to cum for a month? Fucking bet. Thanks for the hefty sum sitting fat in his wallet. Tough luck boys. Next round’s on me.

Besides, it’s not like the other members know about the long nights spent with his head tipped back against the headboard fisting his angry red cock, edging himself for glorious hour after hour to relieve the stress of a hard fought mission. 

Well, except Simon that is…

Masterlist

[yellowjestertfs]

Just another ordinary day

Been busy working on a longer project (as in 40k+ words :0) but in the meantime decided to publish another older story of mine with revisions and images. AI was being especially tricky on me this time so the images are not quite what I pictured but good enough. If anyone has any tips for making better images or is interested in proofreading my longer story let me know!

I woke with a start, my mind still groggy from sleep my vision hazy. It was one of those sudden wake-ups that throws off your whole day, the kind usually prompted by some bad dream or loud noise. Only there had been no such occurrence; my sleep had been peaceful and from what I could remember dreamless, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling something had woken me. 

No matter the cause I was up, and judging by the daylight creeping through my shades there was no point falling back to sleep. With a groan, I lifted myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. The alarm on my bedside table informed me I had thirty extra minutes this morning to get ready for work. Never one to waste time I decided to have a quick wank with my extra time to try to release some of the stress my sudden wakeup had caused.

Something felt off as I pulled down my pants to reveal my dick, rock hard as it was most mornings. The type of feeling you get when you say a word over and over and it loses all meaning. Everything else seemed normal, my body was still just as average as when I went to bed, nice strong legs from a childhood of playing soccer and a slight beer belly from my time playing beer pong in college. My face looked the same as well, a generally generic face, adorned by light stubble which had grown in while I slept, and bags under my eyes from my draining corporate job. It was my dick that felt off, foreign, only that was ridiculous. It looked the same as it had since I finished puberty. Just over a foot long and proportionally thick, it was just as average as the rest of my body. Something about thinking of my third leg as average felt wrong but I chalked it up to the dregs of sleep. That was simply how men were, nothing strange about it.

Shanking myself out of my contemplative state I hopped into the shower and went about the act of washing away the sheen of sweat I had gained while I slept. I also took this time to rub one out, using the standard two-hand technique practiced by most men. My dick quickly rose to its full size, and within minutes, my tennis ball-sized balls were churning out cum. I thought back to an article I had read in high school that claimed the average male ejaculated a third a gallon of cum per climax, and judging by my admissions that seemed plausible. I supposed the amount coupled with the force accounted for the high rate of condom breakage, not that any but the bravest of women ever allowed for penetrative sex.

After maneuvering the shower head to force all the cum down the drain I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist, paying special care to ensure that my dick didn’t cause the cloth to come undone. Suddenly I felt a wave pass over me. I felt immediately nauseous and light-headed and a strange sensation of deja vu. I realized this was the feeling that had woken me up this morning, then just as suddenly as it had come over me the queasiness vanished as did my memory of the event. I was left only with a vague sense of unease. Powering through the strange sensation I wiped down the mirror and was confronted once again with a visage that felt somehow off. It wasn’t my average face nor the obscene bulge hidden behind my towel, both of those were normal. My body too looked just as average as ever, thick cut pecs, prominent square abs, and bulging 22’’ biceps were nothing to write home about, although I supposed my time playing soccer had given my legs an extra boost elevating them from the standard 30-inch thickness to a respectable 35. Luckily for me, men are incapable of storing fat otherwise I might have a belly from all those beers I drank in college I thought to myself absentmindedly patting my six-pack. Still, in a world where most men have 250 pounds of walking muscle, I have always felt sort of insecure about my scrawny 230-pound body. 

Quickly forgetting about the strange sensation I finished my morning routine, electing to keep my stubble in the hopes of cultivating a more rugged look on my average face. I exited the bathroom and opened my closet, greeted by the sight of several rows of various dress shirts, embarrassingly all labeled as men's adult small. Putting on underwear was easy enough as with all menswear my boxers had a special compartment for my hose-like junk. A dress shirt too buttoned easily over my cabbage-sized pecs as of course all men's shirts were created for just the task. I was just in the process of squeezing my legs into billowing trousers when I felt another wave pass over me. My already precarious balance caused me to fall, and I caught myself on the edge of my dresser, only it wasn’t a dresser. Why would I have a dresser, I wasn’t a woman what would I do with clothing? Righting myself against what I realized was a workout bench I glanced down just to reassure myself of my nakedness. I wondered absently where the thought of me owning clothing had come from, what a preposterous idea, that would be like a woman walking around naked. I would be fired on the spot if I showed up in such an offensive garment. Casting the ridiculous idea out of my mind I grabbed my bag and headed off to work. 

Saying hello to my hunky neighbor as I passed I finally emerged onto the street. Despite my strange morning, the world outside my apartment appeared the same as it always was, men on their way to work naked, of course, pecs and dick bouncing as they walked, bare feet smacking against the smooth temperature-controlled cement. I joined the throngs of men crowding the sidewalks and waited at a crosswalk as men showing flesh drove by, their cars of course made specifically large enough to hold their bulk. I became just another face in the crowd, just another man on his way to work, bodybuilder frame revealed to the wind. The eye easily passed over my foot-long dick, the instrument not nearly long enough to garner any attention. Be they young or old, rich or poor every man was at least 200 pounds of muscle with a shlong to match and of course, all of them were naked, it was simply how the world was, how it had always been. Depending on the subway station I swiped my metro card and made my way to the appropriate train. As the train pulled I was buffeted by yet another wave and was instantly wracked with an intense pulse of nausea which disappeared just as suddenly as it had arrived. 

Releasing I had fallen down, but not knowing why, I stood back up to my full 7’10” hight and saw all around me men doing the same. For a moment the doors to the subway car in front of me looked strange, almost too tall but that didn’t make any sense. They stood just as tall as ever, the standard 9 foot hight, enough to allow most men to enter without hitting their heads. I knew of course that there were rare men who would still have to duck to enter the train car but for the vast majority of men who averaged around 8’0’’, ten feet was more than sufficient. I entered the car and sat down, my bare butt brushing up against the perky ass of a blond man with a round face on one side and a woman in expertly pressed dress slacks and a matching navy blazer on the other. As the train took off another wave stuck. This one merely caused me to clutch my head as a splitting headache appeared and then vanished in a second. The woman next to me was hit harder by the instantly forgotten wave of reality-altering force. Thrown off balance she bounced into my left pec, her head cushioned by the squishy yet firm muscle. Recovering immediately and feeling somewhat confused as to how she ended up pressed against me she apologized and distracted herself by pulling out her phone and flipping to the camera app to ensure her makeup was not smudged. Though the camera was pointed at herself I could see my reflection, my head towering over hers even in my sitting position. 

I certainly wasn’t ugly by any standard but I also wasn’t some model. My chiseled wide jaw was just about as handsome as every other man on the train, although the perfect coating of square stubble that had grown in during the night did lend me a rugged edge. The rest of my features were pretty mundane, clear and pore-less skin, thick square eyebrows and a dimpled wide chin were the default for men, as evidenced by the golden-haired Adonis that sat next to me. Even so, I always liked my piercing bright eyes and high cheekbones even though they were hardly rare in the world.

The blond man sitting next to me with the perfect lantern jaw got up at the next stop. Mine was the one after that. 

I exited the car and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time to ensure I wasn’t late. My work building looked the same as it always did, with large doors to accommodate male employees and in the lobby a giant bronze statue of a man holding the earth, his body naked and extremely well muscled and hung of course for the sake of realism. Despite my relative scrawniness I still used a male-designated elevator, the female ones not made to handle my weight or height. The several other men in the elevator and I had only made it a few floors before we were subject to one final and seemingly extra powerful shockwave. The weight of the changes enacted easily caused all the men even with their rock-hard muscles to crumple and we collapsed onto each other. My hand somehow ended up gasping the long penis of a 40-year-old accountant with a perfectly maintained salt and pepper beard. For a moment I motioned to let go of his member before reality snapped back in and I remembered my manners. It would be incredibly rude for me to begin a morning grope and not bring him to completion. In fact,  I had already made a major faux pas by not kissing my coworker hello. This error in tact was quickly rectified as the rest of the elevator ride turned into a make-out session. By my floor the sexy accountant I was giving a handjob to reached completion and I took his load as my breakfast. As I left he spanked my ass and stuck his business card between my butt checks. Guess he liked my elevator pitch. 

I went straight to my boss's office as was customary and gave the 350-pound silver fox a quick blow job before he transferred his abnormally large penis into my ass and fucked me while we discussed business. Turns out the reality-warping machine he had invested in had been broken into this morning although as far as anyone could tell no damage had been done nor had the machine been used. 

“Makes sense I told him" In-between moans as he obliterated my prostate. “I imagine we would know if someone were to fuck with reality.” 

My boss clenched his superhumanly wide lantern jaw and straightened up to his full over eight-foot height, both football-sized biceps flexed behind his head. “You're right on that account kid, today is yet another ordinary day.

[mermaids-whispers-blog]

How would it be losing your virginity to the straw hat men? (NSFW)

(Minors do not interact)

Hey everyone! I decided to try making some NSFW/smut headcanons (I still don't know the difference between the two). This is my first time doing it and probably the last.

I also made one for Brook, but it ended up being too long to include with these (and I wasn’t sure if it would be weird that I made one with him), so I decided not to put it here. If you want me to post it, let me know in the comments!

I just want to remind you that I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be some spelling mistakes or words/names that I use incorrectly. I hope you like them!

Summary:

You and your crew mate are alone for the first time on the Sunny Go while the other Straw Hats have gone to town to buy something you all needed. You both take this opportunity to have a day of pleasure. However, this will be your first time having sex. How will each of them deal with this situation?

Character Index

Luffy; Zoro; Usopp; Sanji; Franky;

CW

Afab reader; smut; Kissing; masturbation; mutual masturbation; oral sex;

Luffy

It would be his first time too, which makes it exciting for both of you.

You have to tell him to start slowly and carefully so as not to hurt you, because he didn't even know he could hurt you.

He gets a little scared and thinks about whether he really wants to have sex with you. But you reassure him and tell him that you really want to do it with him.

He's happy with what you said, he gains courage and you both start the act.

He quickly takes off his clothes and watches you do the same. He is amazed at your body as you take off your bra and then your panties.

He moves over your chest, caressing the fat of your breasts and then your nipples. When he is done playing with them he moves down, spreads your legs, and finds your private part.

He watches for a moment and then starts caressing your clit, but soon he has a better idea: he puts his head between your legs and starts sucking you as if he were starving, licking the juices from your vagina, and making noises that make you feel embarrassed.

He makes you cum with his mouth. You moan as he watches you, happy and proud to have made you satisfied.

You sit on the bed and return the favor. First you put his member up and start sucking his testicles. He puts his hands in your hair and grabs your head. Then you lick from his balls to the tip of his penis and try to put it all in your mouth, but you end up choking and quickly pull it out.

You feel embarrassed by the sound you made, but he bends down and kisses your mouth. He looks back at you and you gain confidence and start sucking his dick again. It is big and for a moment you can't even breathe.

Fluids begin to drip from his cock into your mouth, which mixes with your saliva, and from your mouth onto the floor.

He grabs your head with both hands and starts to shove his penis inside your mouth. He goes deeper and deeper, which almost makes you vomit. He does it faster and faster until you feel his cum dripping down your throat.

He cums a lot, let his penis stay in your mouth for a few more seconds, and then slides it out of your mouth. He lies down, panting and you lie down next to him.

"So this is it?" – You think, still unsatisfied. Not that it was bad, you came and so did he, but something was missing. What you really wanted was him inside you. He notices your thoughtful state and decides to ask you what you were thinking. You decide to tell him the truth and he smiles.

He climbs on top of you and starts kissing your mouth, still with traces of his semen on it, and you both kiss until you are breathless. When you pull away from each other, saliva connects your mouths.

You can already feel his member getting harder, so you decide to pull him to lie down on the bed again and start giving hickeys on his neck, then you move on to his nipples and start directing your kisses to his belly. When you reach his member, he is ready to fuck you.

He puts the head of his penis at your entrance. He applies force and slowly enters you. When he's inside you, he can't hold back and slowly starts rocking his hips against you.

He feels the need to grab you all the time, whether it's your waist, your ass, your breasts or even hug you while he eats you out.

When he starts to get closer to cum he starts to get more and more breathless. He cums suddenly, to your surprise and his. He lies down next to you, this time more tired than before.

"Shishishi, that was really good! We have to do it again." – he puts his arms around you and kisses your face.

Zoro

Since Zoro knows it's your first time, he tries to make it special, even if it's something simple. No, he didn't put rose petals on the bed, he just wanted to make sure he spoils you and makes you comfortable and ready for him. He starts by kissing you, but it's a little clumsy since he has almost no experience.

He starts by taking off your shirt and pants, watches you for a moment and smiles. You were beautiful like that. He couldn't believe that you trusted him so much that you would let him take your virginity.

After taking off your bra he sucks on your nipples while massaging your clitoris. The fabric of your panties rubs against it and you moan with pleasure.

Then he takes off your panties that were already soaked in your juices. When he sees that you're ready, he looks at you with a serious expression and asks if this is really what you want to do.

When you say yes, he starts the act itself.

He positions his cock with his right hand at the entrance of your vagina. He looks at you as he slowly inserts his penis into you, while trying to unravel your thoughts.

When he enters you completely, he immediately asks if you're okay. you tell him it hurts and he gets restless and asks if you want him to stop. You have to tell him no and reassure him that you really want to do this with him. If you kiss him at that moment, he'll be even more in love with you.

He starts slowly to avoid hurting you as much as possible, and he kisses you very tenderly. He makes repetitive movements with his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of your vagina while moaning and whispering.

You start to caress your clit and feel the pleasure taking over your body. When he starts to get ready do cum, he gets on top of you, almost crushing you with his weight, and starts to make faster and more abrupt movements. You put your hands on his back and start to dig your nails into his flesh. He starts to whisper your name repeatedly in your ear.

He cums with is dick completely inside of you, but he doesn't pull his member out of you right away. He leaves it there for a little longer and looks at you, caresses your cheek and kisses you.

Then he pulls away from you and asks you if you’ve cum. When you say no, he gets between your legs and starts sucking your clit. You were already sensitive to his touch, so your sighs turned into moans and your moans turned into screams. You cum. You try to close your legs but Zoro’s face prevents you from doing so. You trembled with pleasure as your hand grabbed his hair and squeezed it against your entrance.

When you let him go, he pulls away and you see that the area around his mouth and chin is completely wet with your juices. He lies down next to you and wipes his mouth with his arm. He has a smile on his face.

He pulls you into a hug. After resting in bed for a while, he starts overthinking a little.

"Did you like it?" You have to reassure him that you liked it and that you wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else but him.

"You were very good..." he says as he kisses you affectionately.

Usopp

He is extremely nervous. Besides being his first time, it was also yours, which meant it could hurt you, and he didn't want to hurt you. Plus, he's afraid he won't be good enough. What if he can't make you cum? You had to reassure him that you wanted to do this with him and no one else, that you were ready for him.

You're the one who has to make the first move. You start by kissing him as you both lie down on the bed.

When you are both lying down, you start to caress his penis through his pants. As you touch him, you feel that it is already hard. He whispers your name and you hear the pleasure in his voice.

You start to take off his pants and underwear. He looks at you, not knowing what to do, but he soon takes off his shirt. When you make his cock erect, you look at him and smile, but he is insecure. He thinks you are maybe laughing at him. Realizing that he was getting insecure, you decide to kiss the tip of his dick.

He is surprised, he wasn't expecting you to do that. And then you start to masturbate him. You wrap your hand around his penis and start making repetitive movements. His hips move on their own, pleasure takes over his body and when he is about to cum, he takes your shoulders and lays you on your back on the bed. He's now on top of you, naked, with his erect member exposed.

"I-It's not fair that I'm all naked and you're not yet..."– He tries to sound confident in his speech, but he fails.

You smile at him and tell him that he's the one that has to undress you. He blushes but nods. He starts by taking off your shirt, but the shirt gets stuck on your head and you both laugh about it. Then he looks at your chest with your bra on and swallows hard.

"Wow," – he says, as he lowers his head to kiss you on the mouth. – "You're beautiful..." – He pulls away from you and gets a little embarrassed to unbutton your pants. You grab his hands and guide them to your pants.

He takes them off and stares at your underwear. His penis twitches. He moves close to your entrance. Your underwear was already soaked. He feels proud of himself for knowing that you're like this because of him and gets even more excited.

He then takes a deep breath and takes off your underwear. You spread your legs and expose your intimate part so he can see better. Your hips are already moving on their own, you were dying to have him inside you. Seeing you rocking your body, he asks if you're really ready, if you really think this it's a good idea.

You pull his head down with one hand and kiss him, and with the other you pull his penis close to your entrance.

Getting the hint, he looks at you, holds his member with his hand, positions it and slips it it inside os you, slowly and steady. You both moan, and he lets his penis stay inside you until you say he can move.

When you give him permission, he starts to move against you. You notice that he tries not to touch you and that bothers you, so you move one of his hands to your ass and the other to your chest. He almost came right there.

You continued to venture out for a while, he gained more confidence and began to massage your clitoris.

When you both start to reach your limit, you both look at each other, he kisses you passionately and, almost at the same time, you both cum.

He takes his penis out of you and lies down next to you, while you both sigh deeply, you two are very tired.

He looks at you with so much love in his eyes and, let's be honest, with tears in his eyes. He can't believe he found someone as wonderful as you, who trusted him with her body.

He kisses your cheek and hugs you.

"I love you so much, you know that?"

Sanji

You enter the room and are amazed at what you see. Rose petals made a path towards the bed, candles lit the room and there was relaxing music in the background. You hug Sanji and he hugs you back.

Then you look at him and start kissing him passionately, guiding him towards the bed. Already lying down, amidst the kisses that devoured you, you start to get excited. He puts one hand on your waist and another on your face, but suddenly, perhaps because he feels your body moving indecently, he stops and looks at you with a serious look.

"Did something happened?" – You ask, thinking you have done something that upset him.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you really sure? I would wait for you until the end of times, you know that, don't you? So don't feel press-" – You put your finger in front of his mouth, stopping him from talking any further.

You tell him you're sure you want to have sex with him. He smiles and hugs you, promising an unforgettable night. He takes off your shirt with relative ease, and stops kissing you for a few seconds so he can remove the shirt from your body.

Then he looked at you and saw your breasts hidden by your bra. He almost starts to bleed from his nose.

"You're... You're so Gorgeous!" - He says, as he starts to undo your pants and take them off. After he taked them off and your bra too, he puts one leg between yours and starts sucking on your nipple while playing with the other.

You start to get hotter and hotter, and your head feels light. Your hips started moving on their own again, but this time you had Sanji's leg resting on your lady parts. You rub your clit against his leg, bouncing on him fast.

He turns his attention to your lips and kisses them wildly. Your tongues intertwine with each other and he sucks it. But when you're almost at your climax, he removes his leg, with his pants already wet, with a smile on his face.

He spreads your legs and takes a closer look at your panties. They were soaked. Sanji lightly touches your clit, but just when you thought he was going to continue, he stops. You look at him, a little angry, and he laughs at your reaction. He takes off your panties and, again, almost has a thrill seeing your vagina without being covered.

He grabs your legs and quickly lifts them towards his face. He buries his mouth at your entrance and begins to suck your clitoris. You were almost reaching your climax, so it was only a matter of time before you came.

He lowers the lower part of your body and presses it against the sheets, and you can see the mischievous smile on his face and his flushed cheeks.

You sit down and go towards him. You start kissing him and take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. You start to massage his already hard penis with your hand and he sighs with his lips still on yours.

Then you stop kissing him and take off his underwear, leaving him naked. You grab his dick and start making repetitive movements, up and down. He puts his hand on top of your hand and corrects you.

"You're doing a great job, but do it like this..."- With your hand on his dick, you start to massage him as he taught you.

You couldn't stop looking at his dick, and you started wondering how would it taste like.

He notices that you're thinking and asks if you want him to stop. You say no, and you tell him what you were thinking. He smiles when he hears your answer.

"Do you want to try it?" – He responds excitedly. You say yes and you put your head down. You take a deep breath and slowly put your mouth around his cock. You tried to stay like that, but you had to take it out of your mouth right away.

You gag and you felt embarrassed. He notices and starts caressing your cheeks. You look at him and Sanji smiles at you affectionately. You put it in your mouth again, starting to suck it slowly. He says to use your tongue and lips more.

You do this and start to speed up the rite. He starts moaning a lot, and saying how good you are. You stop, much to his displeasure, and say you're ready.

You lie on your back and he gets on top of you. He starts to sweat nervously. Even though he has done this before, it was your first time. He didn't want to ruin your experience or even hurt you, so he started to get worried.

You pull his face close to yours and give him a small kiss of encouragement. He dips his face into your neck, positions his penis at the entrance to your vagina with his hand and presses it inside you. Slowly, he got closer and closer to you until his dick was completely buried in your vagina. It hurts a little and is uncomfortable.

He sees your expression and asks if everything is okay. You say yes, but ask him not to move yet. He listens to your request and only starts moving when you tell him to. Still slowly, he enters and exits your vagina, repeats this movement, and you hear him moaning like you've never heard him before.

Your wet pussy filled with his dick made inappropriate sounds. He puts his finger on top of your clit and starts stroking it, while slowly fucking you. When he saw you were getting closer to cumming he started to be a little faster in his movements.

You put your legs around him and ride his cock until you reach your climax. You tremble with pleasure and he seems happy to see you like this. When you stop, he asks if you want him to continue penetrating you or if you prefer him to do it on another way, since he was also almost ready to cun.

You give him permission and he continues to fuck your vagina. About a minute later, he cums.

He takes it out and puts his dick back inside you while moaning. You feel happy. He lays besides you and kisses you, now a calmer kiss but still full of affection. Then he kisses your forehead and asks if you liked it and, when you say yes, he is relieved and happy.

"You did so well."

Franky

You enter his room and he starts kissing you tenderly, with one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist, leading you towards his bed. When you were already there, he picked you up and laid you down on the bed, got on top of you and continued kissing you.

You stay like that for a while until you start to feel his erection touching your leg. You automatically go to touch his dick with your hand.

He stops kissing you, looks at you with a huge smile on his face and says "Already exploring, aren't you?".

You are embarrassed and take your hand off his dick, but he directs your hand there again. You start to caress him and he kisses you again. Then he gives you hickeys on your neck and asks you to sit down so he can take off your shirt. Then he takes off your pants and leaves you in just your bra and panties.

He looks at you and is dazzled by your body. He looks at you for a few seconds and you feel embarrassed.

"You look beautiful !" – He said, noticing your discomfort. he rapidly kisses you and takes off your bra and starts massaging your breast. You put your arms around his neck and let him kiss you.

At first he just played with them, but then he asked if he could suck them. You nodded and he started to do it: with one hand he caressed one of your breasts, with the other he held the other and sucked the tip of your nipple.

After a while he stops and looks at you, this time with a more serious look. You see the concern in his eyes. You cup his cheeks and give him a little kiss on the lips, and say that you really want to do this with him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"– He asks to make sure you still want to do this and don't have change your mind or got scared halfway through.

You had already talked about it and he knew you really wanted this, but he needed to be sure before doing something that had no way back.

"Yes, I'm sure this is what I want to do" – you say and he smiles. You take off his shirt, and he helps you out. He takes advantage of you sitting down and takes off your bra and then your panties.

"You're suuuuper cute!" he says looking at your body which, compared to him, was small and, to him, seemed fragile. He starts kissing you passionately. Your tongues intertwine while he massages your clit. He makes circular and repetitive movements, and you start to get wetter. You start to moan more loudly.

Upon hearing your moans he stops caressing you, he takes off your panties, opens your legs and gets between them. You look at the naked man with his cock already erect in front of you and you feel even more desire for him.

He sees your hips moving on their own and his dick twitch. He positions with his hand his penis at your entrance and then puts just the tip inside you and looks at you with hesitation. You look at him again with your eyes full of desire and he sees that as a cue to enter you completely.

You feel a pain you've never felt before, as his cock fills your vagina. You make a face of pain and he, when realizes it, kisses you to try to calm you down.

After a while he starts to move and begins to repeatedly tuck his dick into your pussy. Your pain continued for a while, but soon turned into pleasure.

You put your legs around him, your bodies going against each other, you put your hands on his back and he starts to caress your clitoris with one of his big finger.

After a while he asks if you want to try another position. You say yes and he demonstrates the position you have to make, which makes you laugh.

He puts your body against yours and gets on top of you, unable to control his desire, almost crushing you beneath his large body.

"You're doing great..." – He says between moans. Both of you start to moan louder and louder, and soon he reaches his climax.

He looks at you with a big smile and he caress your face, lost in your gaze. As he knows you haven't cum yet, he moves and puts his head between your legs and starts licking and sucking your intimate parts.

You grab his messy hair and start to play with it, moaning with pleasure. He keeps sucking your clit until you cum. You lean his head against your vagina even more while you're cumming , which makes him smile (he finds it extremely hot).

When you finished, you let him move away from yours touch and you saw his mouth dripping your own juices. He lies down next to you and holds you in a big hug, putting his head on your neck and closing his eyes.

"So? How was it?" He asked, despite already knowing your answer. You say it was perfect and he laughs, proud of himself.

[trueshame]

Man stripped naked during street fight

Location: Russia 🇷🇺 (city of Chelyabinsk) Year: 2014 Genre: Stripped Naked

The street fight between two men resulted in losing clothes by one of them. He kept fighting naked, but eventually decided to pull back.

The Naked Man (NM)

The naked man is definitely younger than his opponent, but his exact age is unknown, same as his identity. We menaged to perform some face recovery but it's still too blurry.

The young man was winning the battle almost at every point: he was faster and was punching stronger. The tables have turned when his opponent started to pull the man's pants...

At this point it began clear the man was not wearing underwear.

Half naked, he was pushed to the wall but he didn't lost his vigour even after loosing his shirt and becoming completely naked. He served a strong serie of punches to his opponent, exposing and bending his ass to the camera.

During the naked fight, the man has also exposed his body quality, especially fat rolls on his belly, untrained chest and weak arm muscles: something that couldn't had been seen when he was still wearing clothes.

Soon the naked man realized that he probably looks extremely stupid and silly fighting naked and decided to pull back from the fight. Then, his visibly wounded victim striked back and made the naked man to flee, exposing his genitals tothe camera.

The video ends shortly after. It is unclear how it all ended. We know that the man's shirt was lost and his pants was torn, which means he had nothing to wear. We believe that the women on the video who was defending the man was his girlfriend and that she helped him get some clothes after the fight.

Clothed People

There were several clothes people around the naked man, witnessing his humiliation: camera man, the man's opponent, the opponent's companion, the naked man's gilfriend. There were also some neighbours watching from trough the windows at their apartments. And one neighbour was leaving the building during the fight, looking at everything from up close

Location

We couldn't find the exact location but we know it happened in the Russian city Chelyabinsk.

[biggothbelly]

You know, I've watched you spiral out of control for years at this point. I remember first finding you back in 2016. None of us really knew it then because you were so much smaller in comparison to the mass of lard you are now, but you were already too far gone to go back. Year after year, I watched you shovel endless amounts of calories down your throat, blowing your poor belly up so many times with a disgusting amount of food on such a regular and consistent basis, that there was no question that you were gonna get huge. However, I don't think anyone knew just how far you'd take it. I mean, look at you. Every ounce of your body is covered in fat. That tiny gut was forced to blow up into the massive, turgid, hanging food balloon we see it as today. You've forever ruined your skin and put so many deep, long, eye-catching stretch marks on your fucking gut. You've grown into nothing but a walking garbage disposal, and I'm sure you could easily outeat several grown men and still be begging for more food. The most shocking part is the fact that even though you're so close to 300 lbs, your greedy ass still wants to keep going. What's it gonna take to stop you? 300? 400? 500? What number could possibly scare you at this point? 600? 700? 800? I mean, if you're gonna go that far, you might as well just make a spectacle of yourself and go for an even 1000 lbs of pure blubber and lard. You'd be more relatable to a whale than a human at that point, especially with how much grease and junk it would take just to make you feel not hungry. No, not full, definitely not stuffed to the gills, but just enough so you can go without eating for more than 20 minutes. Let's just face it, you're fucked. You were fucked the moment you willingly decided to stuff your face for the first time because you wanted to see how good it would feel. Now look at you. You're an ever-growing blob that's just can't help themselves. You're never gonna try to lose the weight because you love being a fat slob so fucking much. You love how good it feels to eat and eat and eat until your stomach is begging you to stop and the weight of your poor, overfilled gut is pinning you down, so you couldn't even get up to get more food if you tried. I'd love to see you try to prove me wrong, but we all know you wouldn't last a day trying to lose weight.

This is the most inspiring ask I’ve ever received hehe tbh reading this made me hungryyyyy idk what I’ve done to myself tbh 😅 if went from something fun and every now and then to having to constantly feed my belly bc I’m always hungry and always so lazy I barely want to get up. I’ve given myself quiteeee the food addiction at this point all I ever do is think about eating and growing this belly. The idea of ever having to lost weight scared me bc I know I couldn’t handle it and I don’t think my belly would let me 😳😵‍💫 it’s hard lifting this gut around daily it’s so heavy my back and knees hurt all the time and a new thing I noticed is that my hips are starting to hurt when I walk. Now walking is getting harder and harder 🐖 I always feel like I have to sit my fat ass down. Who knows maybe one day I’ll be on my 600 pound life 🥴🫠 I have a seriousssss problem it seems hehe and you guys keep enabling me hehehe

[evilgothmisandrist]

i hate being fat bc im not built “pretty” fat.

yall know that women are the most criticized for being ugly, right? and that even in the “body positivity” community or wtv u still need to be a certain kind of “ugly” to be liked?

Well, I hate this.

When you are a fat woman, the “body positivity!!! all women are pretty!!!! everyone is perfect!!!” gang will only accept you if you either have a pretty face, or ur “fat” body actually is like this:

1) You have not too much fat in ur belly

2) Your arms only have a little bit of fat

3) You have big thighs (bc now is considered hot)

4) You have a big ass

5) You have massive boobs

6) Due to not having too much belly fat, ur waist shows no u have an hourglass figure or a pear shaped body

7) You don’t have too much face fat, and if you have, it must be just the right amount for your face to be cute

AND IM LITERALLY LOSING IT BC THIS IS HOW THE AVERAGE FAT WOMAN IS PORTRAYED IN SOCIAL MEDIA, THEY PORTRAY US “HOT”.

Your average fat woman is not hot or built like that, we dont need to be hot, we are just fat and i hate that people need to portray us in a sexualized way to be accepted.

(btw this r some examples, the last pic is the most used when men say they like “fat women”)

[cherryxblossxms]

Masturbation May - Day 4b: Dry/Pillow Humping (Nanami Kento)

A/N: The lovely @peachsayshi suggested Nanami for day 4! This was such a hot concept, I go nuts for stoic men just losing their composure, and especially imagining Nanami just needing relief so badly that he resorts to pillow humping?? Whew I am not ok 🥵

Featuring: GN reader || Nanami x reader

Warnings: masturbation; sex dream/wet dream; dry humping to pillow humping; cumshot; sleepy horny Nanami~

Word count: 1315

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It was a rare morning in which you weren't by Nanami's side. Although he was usually up earlier than you, it was also his day off, and something in him prompted him to sleep in today. You were supposed to be home too, but he vaguely recalled you receiving a notice regarding support in a mission.

Nothing out of the ordinary or worrisome, just assisting some student sorcerers going out for the first time. You'd given him a quick kiss before heading out the door, and Nanami had decided to settle back into the sheets, enjoying your fleeting warmth from the fabric as he slipped back into dreamland.

Nanami expected his sleep to be dreamless; he rarely had dreams anymore, perhaps because of the things he saw in his day to day life exceeded what his mind could probably come up with. The last thing he wanted was to dream of curses. Thankfully, his subconscious seemed to be filled with thoughts of you today, seemingly already missing your presence. And his dreaming self, with its lower inhibitions and less restrained desires, gladly accepted it.

He dreamed of the way you two would have woken up together, sleepy kisses with lots of giggling in the early morning light, slowly getting deeper and more passionate with time until he was climbing over you. Wandering hands tracing the edge of muscles, pressing into fat, memorizing the shapes of each other as if you both hadn't done it before. Warm bodies would press against each other, rubbing and grinding and preparing until he could sheath himself in you and become one.

He would always start slow, ensuring you were comfortable and ready for him to move before doing anything else. And once you gave him the okay, he'd work up to a pace palatable for both of you, just taking his time to properly love you as you deserved. This kind of rare morning where you two could just take your time, was a time for love making. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed pushing your limits too (when you asked for it), going as rough and fast as you asked of him. But this was truly his favorite, having no time limit to just taste and enjoy your body, working his hips slow and deep.

Unbeknownst to Nanami in the conscious world, his hips had started moving to the pace of his dream. He had turned onto his belly at some point in his sleep, and his cock was rock hard, precum spotting in his pajama pants and rubbing up against the mattress deliciously now. The friction simply added to his dream, and he continued, wanting to pleasure you to the best of his ability.

You were holding him now as he continued to thrust, fingers tangling in his hair the way he always loved, soft kisses covering his jaw and neck, and your sweet moans were telling him you were close. So was he, and he continued his pace, knowing the longer he drew it out, the sweeter the release would be. It was so close now, your lips moving against him, telling him you were going to cum, telling him not to stop, how close you were, and he could feel the telltale signs as you tightened around him. Just as you tipped over the edge, he moved to follow, balls tightening up in preparation and then–

Nanami's eyes blinked open slowly, vision blurry at first but quickly adjusting as he caught sight of your empty side of the bed. Your pillow was missing, but it took a moment to see that he'd dragged your pillow down into the sheets at some point, squeezed between his legs and pressed up against his cock. He took a deep breath, realizing now that it had only been a dream, that orgasm that he'd been chasing quickly fleeting. He could almost laugh at himself; he wasn't sure the last time he had ever had a wet dream, if ever. And all because he simply missed your touch.

Just thinking of you made his cock twitch, and he realized he was still hard in his pants, aching for relief. The problem with missions was that, even in simple cases, it was sometimes impossible to guess how long one would be gone, especially when it came to teaching the students. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand to check for messages, but the only thing you'd sent him was a quick update from before going in to the veil, and no sign of having come out yet.

Nanami took a moment to consider his options. He could decide to ignore his boner, opting to take a cold shower and move on with his day to complete some errands. Or, and this was the option calling to his body, he could continue with where his dream self left off, humping the pillow to completion. After all, it was already dirtied with what precum had leaked through his pants onto the material, and he knew he'd be thinking of you all day anyway. What was one more item to clean, if it meant a little more peace of mind until your return?

Finally, he settled for the latter, setting his phone down and tossing aside part of the sheets and blanket. He didn't pull his pants down, trying to keep a little of the mess contained, and pressed the pillow closer against himself. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as having you against him, but for now, it would do.

He turned onto his belly again, his cock sandwiched between the pillow and his body, and began to rut his hips one more time. He could feel the waistband of his pants rub against his sensitive head, and he changed the angle of his thrusts to chase that feeling, getting as much friction as he could.

It was harder to build up pleasure awake rather than asleep, now that he was putting his muscles to work, but he tried to remember what happened in his dream. He thought of making love to you, filling you over and over again with his love and his heat, carving his shape into your body. He thought of all the ways you showed him your love, the types of kisses you gave him and how you held him as he pleasured you. And he thought of the way you called his name when you came, how sweet the syllables sounded in your voice, like he was your personal god delivering pleasure unto you.

Eventually, his orgasm started to crest the horizon once more, and he increased his pace. He gripped his own pillow now, fucking hard against the mattress until finally, his cock throbbed hard, oozing cum slowly but surely. He let out small grunts with each throb, humping the pillow a little longer, then finally reached a hand down to squeeze out the last few drops of cum through his pants. Thankfully, his pants had mostly caught his mess, but a small stain had formed on your pillowcase, and Nanami made a mental note to wash it as soon as he could stand.

Relief filled his body and Nanami rolled over, letting his body settle down now. Pillow humping was a first for him, but you always seemed to find new facets of him as your relationship grew closer. Admittedly, it was a little embarrassing, he couldn't be entirely mad; if there was anyone he wanted to dream of, it would always be you. However, his orgasm only served to sate his lust for you, and now he just ached to have you back in his arms. Finally feeling refreshed, he quickly sent out a text to you, telling you that he hoped the mission was going well and for you to be safe on the journey home, before finally starting his day, eager for your return.

[mehbles]

The bear bar

From the end of senior year in high school, Ethan had always been that effortlessly lean guy. His 165-pound frame was defined without being muscular, wiry enough to hint at strength but slim and comfortable. But after graduation, with no workouts scheduled and a lot of freedom to eat what he wanted, he started to change. When college began, his life of convenience foods, late-night snacks, and indulgent weekends quickly became the new normal.

At first, the difference was subtle. He could feel his stomach softening, a small layer of flesh rounding out where his abs once used to be. He’d catch himself adjusting his shirt over the slight swell, aware of a newfound warmth there. When he walked, he could sense an unfamiliar jiggle in his step, a movement that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t much, but it was there—a gentle reminder that his body was evolving. By the end of freshman year, he’d settled around 180 pounds, and everything just felt… different. His stomach didn’t lie flat anymore, and his thighs brushed together, a new sensation of soft friction with every step. He noticed the way his arms looked rounder in T-shirts and how his jeans pinched a little when he sat down.

He took a job at a local bar, and there, he met Eric—a regular with a sturdy, muscular build who often hung around the bar’s bear crowd. Eric liked big men, which surprised Ethan at first, but he liked it. Eric didn’t just accept Ethan’s softening frame; he reveled in it. With every approving glance and lingering touch, Eric made Ethan aware of each new curve and bulge. When Eric’s hands traced over the small layer of fat that now cushioned Ethan’s waist, Ethan felt something shift in him. The softness was no longer something he ignored; it became something he embraced.

And as his weight edged closer to 200 pounds, he felt that embrace literally. His belly, which now curved forward with a soft heft, became a comforting weight against his shirt. When he sat, he felt it crease into rolls that warmed under his hand when he rested it there, a plushness he’d never felt before. He felt his chest losing its lean shape, softening into a pair of slight curves that moved with him, something Eric loved to press into when they hugged. His arms, once wiry and narrow, began filling out with bulk, the skin rounding, less defined but solid.

With Eric’s encouragement, Ethan started noticing his growing body in new ways. His thighs became so wide and solid that sitting down felt different. They spread out under his weight, each motion coming with a slight, pleasant resistance. He had to adjust his stance just to stay comfortable when standing for long hours at work, which was becoming more of a workout itself as he shifted his weight to accommodate his increasingly sturdy frame.

Sophomore year marked another turning point, as his job at the bar took on a new level of support. Management started encouraging Ethan to show off his gains. The other bartenders went shirtless, but Ethan was shy at first, unsure how his soft middle would be received. But when he took the plunge, the reaction was instant. His once-lean chest had grown into thick, plush mounds that jiggled slightly with each movement, and his belly, round and full, hung over his waistband in a soft, undeniable curve. He felt the way it bounced gently as he moved, how it jostled with the rhythm of his steps, and how he could press into it with his hands, feeling the plushness.

By junior year, Ethan had reached 230 pounds, and every ounce was tangible. His belly, now rounded and protruding, had a warmth to it, a fullness he felt with every step. When he moved quickly, he’d feel it sway slightly, the weight a constant reminder of his changed body. Even his walk had adjusted, a more deliberate pace to handle the new mass in his thighs and belly. His chest had softened further, and when he’d reach across the bar or lift something, he could feel the flesh shift, a satisfying give under his hands, which Eric delighted in.

At work, his body had become part of the atmosphere. He’d occasionally catch sight of his own reflection and be struck by the difference—where he used to stand with lean, angular lines, he now saw a man with broad, thick limbs, his belly a plush focal point under the dim bar lights. When he turned, his sides would press against his shirt, creating small rolls, his arms swinging slightly heavier at his sides. Every movement felt more substantial, each step a reminder of the size he now carried.

By senior year, he’d reached 265 pounds. His belly was now a full, jiggling expanse, hanging forward with a weight he felt with every motion. Sitting down, he’d feel the way it creased and folded into warm rolls, each one a cushioned, soft reminder of his transformation. Standing for long shifts required a stance that allowed his thighs to spread out comfortably, solid and warm under his hands when he adjusted his stance. His arms and chest, too, had thickened, his shirtless form something he’d come to wear proudly as regulars cheered him on.

In the last stretch of college, he reveled in his size. He loved how his body felt as he moved, how each step came with the soft bounce of his belly and the constant warmth of his rounded, fleshy frame. His world had become one where each roll, every jiggle, every fold was cherished—a testament to the years he’d spent growing, expanding, becoming a version of himself he’d never imagined but now wouldn’t trade for anything. With Eric by his side, he knew he’d never stop loving every soft inch.

[toptierteaser]

The Wishing Swell: Chapter 1

Synopsis: Joey Sanchez is shopping at the mall with his friend when an unwitting wish in the coin well has some unexpected and humiliating results...

Joey looked down at the water, which shimmered brilliantly, the wishes of a million mall-goers reflecting the light in nickel and copper. He glanced from the contents of the flickering, bubbling fountain to his own hand. It had been years since he did this; since he was a kid, believing in wishes, emptying his pockets in a desperate, faithful bid to bring them into reality. Of course, he knew how fantastical his thinking had been then, as it was now, but he was desperate. Having to crane his neck a bit to see over his stomach, he frowned at the penny resting atop his plump fist. Yes, he was desperate. Desperate to lose some of this weight, to be able to fit comfortably into his clothes again, to no longer need to crane his neck to be able to see past his big belly. The diets had failed. The personal trainer, the appetite suppressants, the workout routine…they had all failed. Maybe his thinking was fallible, fantastical, but he wasn't going to risk missing out on an opportunity to help shed at least some of his pudge.He closed his eyes, breathed deeply into his belly (causing the waistband of his stretch shorts to strain), and thought I wish I could lose this…

“Dang, Joey! You made your wish yet or what?” he opened his eyes as he felt the familiar clasp of his shoulder. He gasped, nearly losing his balance from Danny’s “friendly” shove. The extra hundred-and-twenty-four pounds Joey had accumulated onto his frame in the years since college always caught him off guard. Even the slightest attempt to reach down and tie his shoes could send him rolling over into a big, fat mess on the floor. He rubbed his shoulder, clamping the penny in his hand and turned to his friend.

“Jesus, Danny!” said an indigent Joey. “You almost made me fall into the water!”

“Eh!” Danny, ever the evader of interpersonal accountability, waved him off. He looked Joey up and down. “You’re buoyant, man! You can float!” Joey couldn't help but smile. Danny Ono, his friend since high school, never failed to cheer him up, which in part made up for the fact that he wasn’t remotely reliable and was about the least patient person Joey had ever known. “Anyway, go on. Make your wish! I want us to get some snacks and hit up a few stores before the movie!”

“Alright, alright!” said Joey, turning towards the fountain. “Just, let me do this in peace, and we’ll be out of here in a second.” He was about to close his eyes and return to his wishing when another sight caught his gazer. It was a man, about his age, in his mid-to-late twenties, sauntering by. A bit scruffy, tall, muscular, dressed casually but well, he brought up the rear of his friend group, but he didn't engage with the gaggle of men. His eyes were fixated on Joey, who instantly blushed. The man gave Joey a half-smile and the flickering raise of an eyebrow before he turned his attention back on his friends and walked off.

Damn, thought Joey. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

“Oh, come on, man!” Danny gave Joey a sharp elbow in the ribs–or rather in the pudgy rolls above his love handle. Joey gave a surprised whimper as he was broken of his trance and without thinking, dropped the penny.

“My lucky penny!” Joey gasped. He watched as the copper coin hit the water, flipped and shimmered before it landed deftly on the fountain’s floor.

“Well, it looks like you made your wish!” said Danny, oblivious. Joey looked at his friend, but already, the fit manchild was starting to walk away. “Come on!” he said, smiling. “Let’s go get a snack!”

…If the fat fuck can waddle for long enough. God, the only way for me to get him to do anything is to tempt him with food! Alright, let’s waddle a little faster, fat boy!

Joey blinked at his friend, freezing midstep. Though somehow, Danny’s lips were not moving, Joey could hear his voice, clear and plain as day. “What the fuck did you say to me, Ono?!”

Danny froze, turning towards his friend. “I…I said let’s go get a snack…the–the movie starts in an hour…” His friend looked perplexed.

So, suddenly, piggy boy’s hearing things?

No, Joey wasn’t mistaken. Danny’s mouth hadn’t moved, when he said the second thing. Still, that didn’t stop him from hearing the insults.

“What did you call me?!” Over the years, Danny had directed his fair share of teasing towards Joey, had fat shamed him, especially when they were kids, before Joey had gotten fit and staved off the extra chub for a few blissful years during college. But this was different!

“I-I didn’t call you anything, Sanchez!” Danny said, evidently confused. God, did I say that out loud? There’s no way!

“You called me, ‘piggy boy.’” said Joey. Danny’s light golden skin took on a sickly white coloring.

“Oh…oh man…man, I’m sorry. I guess it was the slip of a tongue. I didn’t even realize I was talking. Dude, I’m sorry.”

Joey looked back at him. This was weird. Really weird. Impossible even. And then he realized. My wish! He thought. My…my wish came…it came true!

Joey thought on his feet, shaking his head. He needed to act naturally. “You know what, don’t worry about it, Dan. Let’s just get to the movie…

Joey started walking past a dumbfounded Danny, in the direction of the food court.

God, that was weird. Like he could read my mind or something. Bizarre…hehe, wow, look at that fat fuck waddle! Haha, his ass has blubbed up like a juicy, round balloon! If I wasn’t straight…anyway, better get him to the food court. I have to keep him stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, so he doesn’t look more handsome than me! Get all the girl’s attention like in college.

It had come true! Joey’s wish. He had wished that he could hear that guy’s thoughts…and here it had come true. Only instead of just that one man’s inner voices, he could hear Danny’s. He looked around the mall, where hundreds of people were busy, their noses buried in their phones or chatting with their friends. Could he read their thoughts too? He would have to test it out.

On the walk to the food court, the realization of his wish coming true was all-consuming. And it stressed him out. And true to form, that stress made Joey hungry. He needed a proper snack and the two twenty-seven-year-olds found themselves in the line to the soft-pretzel stand. It was a favorite of Joey’s, had always been, and he smiled as he stood in line, the tantalizing scent of butter and sugar washing over him along with Danny’s profuse apologies.

“Look, I’m really, really sorry, man! I didn’t mean what I said, honest!” Danny seemed incapable of even temporary silence. Perhaps he really was sorry. Or perhaps he, like Joey, was somehow putting two-and-two together, despite the impossibility of the scenario. And if that was the case, then his friend had no doubt concluded that the best way to keep Joey from reading his thoughts was to just keep blathering.

“Alright, dude,” said Joey, smiling. He placed a hand onto his friend’s shoulder. “I get it. Really, it’s okay.”

“Okay, dude…I mean, here, I’ll buy you whatever you want!”

Joeys’ smile turned into a knowing smirk. “To keep me fat, right? So I don’t start looking more handsome than you?” The befuddled look on Danny’s face was priceless and Joey grinned as he turned to the worker. The employee was a young guy, maybe twenty, twenty-one, his mop of hair crammed beneath his folded paper hat.

“What can I get for you?” asked the young man in a bored voice. Honestly, this fatty just needs a good couple jogs around the mall. Seriously, I swear these porkers get tubbier every summer! It’s a shame too…he’s really handsome. Too bad fatboy couldn’t keep his hand out of the pretzel bag!

Despite knowing that the latter assessment of his physique was all in the employee’s mind, Joey couldn't stop himself from blushing, his jaw dropping agape, his plump body squirming in embarrassment as he resisted the urge to cover up his stomach.

“Is…there…anything…I…can…get…you?” said the employee more forcefully. Thicc-boy’s head is filled with so much sugar he doesn’t even understand what I’m saying!

Joey shook his head, but it was Danny who came to the rescue.

“We’ll take three large pretzel bites; one cinnamon-sugar, one salt, and one plain…a cream cheese dipping sauce and two jalapeno cheeses, and two extra-large lemonades!”

There, maybe he’ll forgive me, now! Thought Danny. God, unless he thinks I’m trying to fatten him up! I was only joking!

Oh Christ, I knew it! He’s one of those gainers! And the skinny guy’s gotta be a feeder! Haha, what a couple of weirdos! “That’ll be twenty-seven, seventy-four,” said the pretzel boy. As Danny forked over the money, Joey tried to calm his breathing. He looked around. The chatter of the mall was making it difficult to discern who was talking and who was thinking. He looked around. Yes, a few eyes flickered away from his extra-large ass and his chubby love handles, but he couldn’t really make out what they were all thinking.

“Come on, man!” said Danny, pulling him to the other side of the pretzel stand. Joey waddled along with his friend. He glanced at the little cluster of people waiting for their pretzels. All fitter than him. Now, he could hear their thoughts a little louder.

Aw, what a cute couple. I hope I can find someone who loves me that much…

Haha look at the way his stomach jiggles! Fatboy has got to get a better-fitting shirt! Looks like he ate himself right out of this one! You can see his gut and his tits through it!

Bwompa bwompa bwompa bwompa!

Wubba wubba wubba wubba!

Jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle!

The last thoughts belonged to a trio of young men at the end of the cluster who watched Joey’s steps, timing their internal insults to each fall of his heaving legs, his thick rubbing thighs, his jiggling ass. It was not so much that they narrated the specificities of their fixations, but that he could feel them…

“Dude, what is going on?” asked Danny, as he grabbed Joey by the arm. God, I didn’t realize how thick his arms were getting! It’s probably mostly fat though!

Joey turned to his friend, looked him in the wide, frightened eye, and said in a distant, disbelieving voice,  “Danny, I think I can read minds.”

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Ughhhh, it happened again! I swear this is almost every time I go out these days, it's getting ridiculous! I was out running errands, about to get some coffee, when I took a moment to hold my belly and pant a bit. You know, normal contractions every girl carrying quintuplets gets like constantly. I'm only six months along! But I guess an ambulance parked nearby saw it and, well, you know the new laws. Basically pregnant girls are public property, and at least in my line of work (school teacher), I have to maintain a pregnant physique or I can get fined, even lose my job. Same with healthcare, food service, retail, hospitality.... Most jobs, honestly. Welcome to Georgia, I guess. Still happy I got transferred here a couple years ago but these laws are a bit out of hand.....

Speaking of which! The ambulance pulls up, two men come out. I try to stop them but they insist on testing me for signs of labor. I explain that I'm only six months and they tell me to be quiet so they can do their jobs. They remove my clothes with scissors and shoot me up with some kind of opioid that makes me really loopy and high. They take me to the hospital as the men take videos of me on their phones, spreading my legs, showing off my pussy, spreading it open under the guise of looking for how dilated I am. But they were literally playing with my pussy, rubbing it, sticking their fingers in with gloves, shoving instruments into it. At one point about seven different instruments were jammed into my pussy and I came, squirted all over. They got mad and told me if I act up like that they can't perform their jobs. I apologized for cumming.

They took me in and surprise-surprise, the ER was full of pregnant girls. Some were texting on their phones, shaking their heads as they got C-sections, filming themselves having it done, as others impatiently waited to be stitched up afterwards, grumbling about just wanting to go home and get knocked up again already. Aloof male nurses and physicians would pass them by and tell them not to be so impatient, that they were very busy...... mostly just probing and abusing cute pregnant girls.

They ran their 'tests'..... again, happened to me just a few days ago. So I'm used to it. They squeeze my tits and got 'milk samples'. I have to give them urine samples, over and over, as I piss with no privacy in a busy auditorium they used as an ER, full of girls like me, with various lines for either labor, forced C-sections, or general 'testing'. They of course gave me an enema, in a crowded room, complaining about the mess I was making as other girls were subjected to the same in one corner that was all tile with some showerheads. We were sprayed off and dried off as they had salon workers there doll us up before we were subjected to 'labor sensitivity testing'.

I tried explaining that I'm six months but they had ten different men with huge cocks fuck my pussy. A few even tried my ass, too, to see if I was susceptible to being induced. Nope. My womb can handle all the punishment Georgia can throw at it. I commute on public transportation, doesn't matter how pregnant I am, men try to fuck the babies out of me, like, every day. No luck! So, after that they told me I was OK'd to go home, as my babies weren't quite big enough for them to put me in the C-section area with all those other bored influencer girls.

So, with my hospital bracelet, purse, and jewelry as my only clothing, they spanked me on my way out the door of the hospital and told me not to be a stranger. I walked home naked, got fucked about ten times on the way back. I was even paid by a few guys who thought I was turning tricks. Guess I can add whore to my resume now. I even got fucked in line, paying for my coffee. The man behind me didn't say a word. I started paying and he just rammed his cock in me and started fucking me. Big fat nerdy guy, but his cock was big. Probably hasn't showered in a week. Instead of telling him to stop having his way with me, another cashier opened a different register, and they said nothing until he came inside me, spanked me, then smacked my belly a few times while climaxing. The cashier finally told me I was holding up the line after that, and I left, not before one of my neighbors fucked me as I checked our mailbox. He apologized afterword and told me I look incredibly sexy so pregnant. I thanked him and reminded him I'm only six months.... Now it's time for a shower. After that I might go back out. Who knows.... another ambulance might spot me. ❤️"

[jjungkookislife]

will you do let me hold them namkookie? just five more minutes.

Five Minutes

pairing: namkook x f. reader

warnings: pregnant!reader, unprotected sex, threesome, mention of cum eating, handjob, tiny breeding kink, mention of polyam

Namjoon knew he couldn't say no to you, no matter the circumstances.

"Just five more minutes," you plead as you clench around him while Jungkook sucks on your tits. Your hand wraps around his cock, stroking him as he moans against your skin.

Namjoon places his large hand on your round abdomen. "How can I say no to my baby?" he asks. You whine as Jungkook tugs on your nipple with his teeth. "Especially when you're carrying my baby."

"Hey! It's our baby," Jungkook pouts. Namjoon chuckles, running his fingers through Jungkook's hair.

"It is, Kook. I'm just talking. It's our baby," Namjoon states before he kisses him. The two men kiss, moaning and cursing as you warm Namjoon's cock. You knew the three of you had to get going soon, but you craved Namjoon's fat cock before your appointment. You probably should have waited until after, but your hormones were running rampant.

You'd have a full-on orgy with your boyfriends if it weren't for the fact that they each had albums to work on.

All you had wanted the past few days was dick and cum. You didn't care where they put it, you wanted it desperately. You'd woken up between Namjoon and Jungkook, and now you were bouncing on Namjoon's cock.

"We should reschedule," Namjoon suggested as you rocked your hips back and forth. He cursed when you tightened around him, begging to fuck you full of cum.

"Please, I want a taste," Jungkook encouraged, making your boyfriend groan.

"You two will be the death of me," Namjoon sighs as you place both of his hands on your belly.

"Joon! Please," You beg as Jungkook kisses you, his hands on your face as he holds you close. You stroke his cock, moaning into the kiss when he cums in your hand. You rub his cum on your tummy, groaning when he licks your belly.

Namjoon knows he won't last much longer. The sight of the both of you is enough to make him lose himself to the pleasure.

"Fuck, you two are diabolical."

"You love us," Jungkook cackles.

"I do," Namjoon grins as he rubs your sticky skin. "Let me fill you up. If we hurry Koo can lick you clean and we can make our appointment."

"You just want a bigger place so you seven can keep me bred," you giggle.

"Please, like you weren't the one begging for it," Namjoon scoffs as you smile bashfully.

"That sounds like me," you giggle.

"It was you," Jungkook laughs. "Give it to me, Daddy. Knock me up. Make me yours."

You flick Jungkook's forehead. "I did not say that."

"You did, it's on film," Jungkook giggles.

"It is," Namjoon reminds you.

"Okay, okay. I may have said that. Now make me cum so we can buy our dream house," You demand.

"Yes, love," Jungkook salutes you as he gets between your thighs while Namjoon caresses your body.