#immobilise me with fat

[bulkbrit]

Forward planning.

No limits, no regrets

Get in piggy your new immobile life starts now, you were never meant to leave your bed and now you don't have to ... ever, your going to get so fucking fat

[anime-schmuck]

Thinking about going to the gym with Simon “Ghost” Riley. Simon teased you last week for how weak your arms were so you’re determined to show him up on legs today.

Of course, Simon being Simon, built like a six foot three tank, still manages to lift more than you. He pushes you on every machine you use, hitting more new pb’s after one session with him than weeks of working yourself.

It’s specifically when he’s watching you do squats that he concocts his brilliant, evil plan.

Once you’re legs are officially dead you two head back to your shared flat, Simon’s big hand switching between the gearstick and your thigh the drive back.

Finally, the second you’re through the threshold of the door, Simon hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. He doesn’t say a work as you wriggle around questioning him, until he tosses you carefully onto the mattress with a half lidded gaze. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ nuts, watching you panting and sweating like ye do when ye struggle to take my cock.” He groans, palming the bulge in his grey sweats, lips quirking into a smirk when your breath hitches.

He crawls over you, who obediently spreads your legs for him, but he tuts. “Nah, don’t think you pushed yourself hard enough.” He grins, and in a split second he’s on his back and your straddling his lap, thick fingers giving your waist a squeeze before he settles his hands behind his head. “Go on, ride me love. Since yer legs are so strong, you shouldn’t have a problem, right?” He quirks an eyebrow, knowing you’ll take the bait.

His words cause your lips to jut out in a pout, brow furrowing in determination. You fiddled your way out of your clothes, pulling his sweats and boxers down to free his hard cock, twitching as the cold air hit it. Simon swallowed thickly, grunting when your soft hand wrapped around him to position him at your entrance.

He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling how wet you were as you sucked his tip in, pausing with a whine. He chuckled, trying to hide how affected he really was. “Too much, love?” His smirk widened further when you shot him a glare, thighs trembling, burning as you continued to lower yourself on his dick.

Simon was big, in every way possible, so it took you a minute before you took him fully. Simon’s groaned, hands finding the fat of your hips now he was buried deep inside you. “Fuck, that’s it love, takin’ every inch. Such a good girl.” His voice was strained, raspy as he struggled to hold back the urge to bounce you on his cock like a fleshlight.

The praise went straight to your core, clenching tighter around his dick with a whine. The combination of Simon pressing against all the right spots inside you, paired with your aching legs rendered you as close to immobilised as a person can get. Your eyes found his, needy and desperate. “P-please Si’.. can’t do it..” Your hands clawed at his muscular chest, feeling his hands tightening their hold in your hips.

“Yeah? What’d you need me to do, pretty?” He sat up, burly arms encircling you, caging you to his chest as his lips found your neck, trailing hot, open-mouther kisses along the sensitive skin. “C’mon love, please what?”

He knew what he was doing, turning your brain to mush, but god the way your teary eyes stared at him so pleadingly caused his cock to twitch inside your gummy walls. Some sadistic side of him loved seeing the physical evidence of you needing him in such a visceral way, which was why he had to be a little bit mean earlier.

“Please fuck me Si’..” You finally managed, and within a second you were once again on your back, Simon’s big hands hooking under your knees to force them back into a mating press, cooing when you whined at the stretch.

His cock slid back inside your needy hole, grinning as he watched it stretch to accommodate him. He chuckled, bringing a thumb to swipe at your clit just to see you jolt at the pleasure.

“Thought you’d never ask. Just lie back and take it for me, yeah?”

[dollhog]

I’m getting noticeably fatter with each post. My new diet has been going well, I managed to eat 20k the last two days, and I’m planning on continuing to expand my stomach capacity indefinitely. I want to keep eating more and more by the day, without an end to that. I haven’t had much time to adjust to my gain, and the weight keeps piling on without me even having to try. My belly constantly feels tight and sore, and I feel like I’m drowning in my neck rolls and tits.

I just have to keep eating, so long as I eat more everyday, I’ll immobilise myself soon enough. You guys have no idea how eager I am to be bed bound by my own fat. I just have to keep pushing food past my chubby cheeks and hanging double chin, then fall asleep every night trying to rub away the ache from overfilling my distended beach ball belly. There’s something about always eating more and more that is so comforting, so easy to gorge myself unable to think straight when I’m bored and eat my feelings when I’m sad. So easy to put on the weight when you gave into gluttony ages ago

[piggyinthemiddle]

You took no time blowing the fuck up and you continue descending into obesity, it’s incredible. I hope your legs succumb to all that fat before your heart does, you need to soften up as much as possible before you’re a nice plump roast on my dinner table. While you stretch out your stomach with mouthful after mouthful of slop, I want you to think about how your declining quality of life is all in service of your true purpose as a few hearty entrees. Your limbs will become useless to you aside from lard storage and your belly will crush you into a short sedentary life as wheezing livestock, all because you can’t help but obsessively grow that juicy tender pork supply

My god, these asks are just getting better and better. Someone please just immobilise me already, I'm so ready to grow this porker belly twice as big. 😩🥵

The more I read of these, the bigger the urge to stuff my face for hours, gaining is definitely taking over the last parts of my brain LOL

[plumpedxprincess]

two werewolf girls with massive knotted cocks, both plugging themselves in your pussy at the same time. their watermelon-sized balls churning and emptying themselves in your wound, gallons of cum filling you up and pushing your belly outwards, making you already look 5 months pregnant. and there’s no way this cum isn’t knocking you up right away, and it doesn’t look like these fat-dicked ladies are waiting for you to recover for round two

after hours of being bred even your tits and ass started growing, their cum steadily transforming you into a perfect bimbo fertility goddess. the smell of their cum covering your belly is making you horny again, as they blast the remaining ropes of semen over your immobilised body. you’re not done yet. and neither are they.

help i love werewolf girls

ok but their cum turning me into their perfect mate, their perfect lil bimbo. getting so big and stuffed full but it's just the beginning. i'll just keep getting bigger as the days and weeks and months go by. spreading out, filling out as my belly bursts with a big litter of pups.

[dragon650]

Female prison

Ben is a young guard at a female prison. The worden said “welcome to the female prison”. Ben said “thank you for hire me”. He said “you’re welcome”. Ben said “ what kind of job is this”. Worden said “ this is not a normal prison”. Ben said “ so what you mean not a normal prison”. Worden said “ they go to the auction after we get them ready”. Ben said “nice sir”. Worden said “ the cheif guard will explain more”. Ben said “ok sir and if we want to have one and can”. The worden said “ yes and put it in your locker”. Ben said “ok sir. The worden called his chief guard. The chief guard said “you call for me sir”. The worden said “show our young guard around”. The chief guard said “walk with me”.

Ben said “ok. They were walking down a long hallway in the back of the empty auction hall. Their destination simply called the ‘Holding Room’. The passageway they strode along was flanked with steel bar lined doors. The small cells they sealed up were all dark and drear, and all full of shivering naked shadows. From some of the cells, constant faint whimpering could be heard. From some others, just muffled grunts, groans and heavy breathing, the result of the syndicate using the most sound stifling of mouth blocking gags and restrictive of immobilising restraints on some of its newer and therefore less compliant product that awaited to be sold.

Ben noticed with delight, that as their heavy boots hit the cement floor outside each cell, there was a rattling of chains and scurrying of naked bodies back into the dark corners of the cells. Well, at least in the cells occupied by whimpering product that could move. For some, as stated before, could only dream of shifting or twitching their limbs a fraction of an inch. Their overpowering restraints turning them into immobile hunks of tits, pussy and ass.

Ben grinned wide as he realized his dark sadistic fantasy to lord over and command a woman, in any perverse manner he desired, was now coming true, and with good pay and health benefits too. They made it to the end of the long passageway and entered a barren concrete walled room. Opposite them, on the far side was a huge steel roll up door. Beside it in big bold letters the word ‘Receiving’ labeled its function. Ben glanced around, noticing on each side of the room there was a long hard cement bench with numbers spaced out along it. The chief guard now pointing out the obvious. That the numbers 1 thru 12, six on each side, marked the locations where new arrivals were to be kept. chief guard said “ So Son, when the cunts arrive, we haul em off the truck and plunk them down in here. Till they are processed and marked according to when and where its fat ass is getting sold or shipped off to.”

The solid poured concrete bench made Ben grin. Its unforgiving cement surface, where a new arrival would be forcibly made to sit and wait, kept in chains and inescapable ankle restraints, had jutting up from each spot on the bench, some of the most vile and painful looking dildo’s Ben had ever seen. Eleven of the stations were empty, but a corner one, labelled ‘1’ was occupied. Her downcast and pinched shut eyes, her tear lined cheeks and her perpetually wincing forehead showed that she was suffering in constant degrading discomfort, Ben reckoned. And he wasn’t wrong.

The pair took a few more steps forward into the grey walled room. Ben then noticing the filth and stains that decorated the cement benches. He had to adjust his growing erection as they stopped to stand only a couple of feet in front of the now trembling lone occupant of the room. Chief guard said “Pretty cruel and unnecessary, don’t you think, boy? But oh, so enjoyable to watch a screaming new shipment get forced down on one of those big mean dildos. Her cunt stretching, sometimes even rippin if she’s a virgin or youngin…as we force her flailing fat…or skinny…ass down onto those suckers!” “And speaking of suckers, see this fat ugly thing here in the corner? Well, it’s sittin on the fattest and meanest of all the dildos. Good ol, cunt ripper number One!...The widest and tallest of all the dildos and reserved for those whiny and disrespectful cunts that deserve gettin put in their rightful place!”

He finished his rant with a copious large spit. His horked up phlegm laden spit, landed on the poor suffering woman’s wincing forehead and began to dribble disgustingly down her nose and cheek as he sneered at her. Her chains rattled as her body seriously began to shiver. Their dominating presence and demeaning attitude, making her anxious and of course utterly fearful. A fear that was fully understandable as the chief guard took his shock baton off his belt and then stuck it in between her squeezed together thighs. “And why is this fat ugly thing squirmin away? Awaitin its time to be sold, on ten inches of hard, and a near three inches wide chunk of cock like rubber? Cause the stupid thing didn’t drop to its knees and start sucking my dirty old dick when I gave it the chance. Bet you’re desperate to suck it now…huh cunt?”

Ben watched amazed as the obviously suffering woman opened her teary eyes and then nodded and moaned. Her heavily cuffed arms and wrists shifted behind her as her leg twitched and then a deep pained groaned tried to escape her harshly ball gagged mouth. Ben suddenly had to adjust his ramrod stiff dick, jutting straight up in his new tan slacks. Pushing his balls and cock around, he asked “Man, how do go about the day not having to adjust your crotch every damn second?” The chief guard next to him put a hand on the much Ben shoulder. Then while still grinning at his trainee, he twisted his electrified baton with his other. Digging it in deeper between the woman’s bruised and soiled with cum, quaking thighs without even glancing at her. His brutal probing of her bare crotch happening sight unseen.

Ignoring her terrified whimpers and odd pained yelp, chief guard kept twisting and jerking the baton around, until the electrified baton hit something solid. Then he eased his muscular forearm back a tiny bit, lifting the baton ever so slightly upward. The woman’s face shot up and her eyes went huge. Her panicked face written with desperation and despair. The tips of the shock baton’s electrodes he had expertly positioned into her clit, without even looking.

Chuckling deep, chief guard smirked at his new partner, “You think these useless bitches sit around all day on their fat asses doin nothin, while they wait to be sold? Fuck no! We make these pathetic slave whores, or soon to be enslaved freshly caught sluts…be of some fuckin use. There’s some great pussy and ass locked up in here. All of it just waiting to let us fuck it or eagerly suck our dicks. All so they hope we treat them a bit better!” With a wink at the Ben , the chief guard triggered his baton. His laugh loud as the woman seated below him squealed and then madly shrieked at an ear-splitting level. Her body shuddering and then thrashing futilely at her unbreakable metal restraints as the guard kept on delivering charge after pulsating electric charge, directly to her mound and hidden away ringed clit. Chief guard pulled the baton out from between her quivering legs and then poked her left tit with it. “Of course this utterly stupid cow, didn’t seem to get that memo, which is why its enjoying its time on the bench in the most insufferable spot.”

The chief guard then swung his baton all around the room. Gesturing at each location and telling Ben, “See how each spot gets a progressively bigger dildo. That’s so when new product arrives or when it’s auction night and we are bringing out the product to be sold, we can perch each piece of cunt and ass on the size of dildo we think fits it best, which is usually based on how well it pleased us during its stay, of course.” Chief guard again winked at his new partner and then added, “So ya, kid, anytime you feel like your dick’s too hard and ready to burst, just take a walk down the hall and pick a cell. Then pick a cunt and fuck it, or make it suck ya. That’s why I always carry one of these around too. Safety first, ya know.”From his back pocket the chief guard pulled out a large steel ring complete with black leather straps attached. The paint of the ring was chipped, scratched and worn away in parts. The leather looked well used, its brass buckle shining from lots of use.“Been carrying this ring gag around since I started here some twenty years ago. The number of whiny cunt’s mouths it’s held open for my dick to enter, Gezus, I could not begin to count. But in twenty years I have never had my cock harmed by any of these panicked and wailing bitches.”

“Oooh I gotta get me one of those.” Ben blurted. The Chief guard then handed him the gag, his other hand quickly reaching out and up to grab the snivelling trapped woman by the hair on the top of head. He violently shook her head around as he told Ben. “It’s yours to use for now, son. In fact, I think you should try it out first on this fat old cow right here. Don’t you agree you stupid ugly thing?”Chief guard yanked back and forth and the woman’s head, making her nod as if in agreement. She could do nothing but cry as the senior guard loosened her current mouth filling gag. The ball falling out of her sore jaws to rest in the cum crusted space between her heaving tits.Ben then tried to wedge the ring gag into the woman’s groaning mouth. Her wriggling and sobbing not helping him at all get the large ring in past her teeth.

“Fuck, this is harder than it looks.” Grunted Ben as he pushed on her cheeks and then in frustration slapped her face hard.” “Oh, it doesn’t have to be. Even the most belligerent cunt will open up its cock hole, good and wide for ya, if you do this!” The chief guard with experience and perfect aim, jabbed the shock baton into the tit of the groaning woman. The two electrodes of the baton precisely framing the woman’s nipple. He pressed the switch and then laughed loudly over her pained screeching. “See, make use of your equipment, before you make use of your real equipment!” Chief guard joked. Her long shriek of pain morphed into a series of distraught sobs as the Ben was finally able to wedge the ring fully in her mouth and then strap it tight around her trembling head. She terrifyingly knew what was coming next. That just like her sex, impaled and painfully filled up with a massive cock like piece of rubber, her mouth would shortly be filled up and violated with the real thing attached to the hyper and overexcited Ben lording over her now.

She groaned in unrelenting discomfort as the Ben placed both his hands on the back of her head and he forced her to bend. The discomfort in her chained down body escalating to unbearable as he bent her torso over and pushed his cock into her blubbering mouth. As the Ben groaned and drove his hips up into her face, the chief guard leaned over a little and told her, “Just be thankful we didn’t steer that big dildo up into your ass…Now swallow this lad’s dick and cum, like the well trained slave slut you are, or we will switch your ugly holes around!”Then he patted the shoulder of the excited and hip thrusting Ben, telling him, “Take your time enjoying the cunt’s mouth. It ain’t goin anywhere soon. I am just off to grab a coffee…See, ya in a bit.”Then chief left the two alone. The enslaved woman’s guttural sounding choked sobs, because of her mouth full of the Ben cock, making him grin as he thought back to his first time some twenty years ago..

….Coffee break over, the senior guard returned…chief guard came threw the door just in time to see the crying woman trying her best, to lick the semi erect dick of the Ben clean of any cum. Her tongue was rolling over the head of his glistening cock, tears streaming down her cheeks.One of his hands was on his hip the other holding the shock baton which he twisted and ground into the side of the woman’s left tit. Sticking the baton down between her thighs, he left it there and commanded, “Drop it, bitch, and I will see if it can turn your nipples from pink to crusty brown! Now open that cum hole of a mouth wide as you can, time to stuff it back up with this ball gag as the rules demand!”

“So when do I move her off the bench and into a holding cell? Next auction is still two weeks away, isn’t it?” the Ben asked as he stuffed his spent dick back in his trousers. The chief guard smiled and then cupped the drooling cum dripping chin of the anguished woman. Her face shrivelling up in utter distress and her head slowly beginning to vainly shake as he muttered,“Move it? Nooo, this cow stays here. Didn’t you see when we came down the hall, every cell is fuckin full. Some even have product stacked on top of each other. Think those are the mother daughter ones.” Chief guard chuckled, before adding, “Nope, this ugly piece of fat shit stays right here till auction night. And I am sure after a few days of painfully sitting here, its juicy cunt impaled and painfully stretched, I am sure it will be begging to be sold on auction night, so it can get the fuck out of here.”Ben slapped the head shaking and whimpering woman solidly across her tear-stained face. Grasping her quivering chin again, he lifted her trembling head and sneering into her anguish face and said, “And in the meantime, it will be eager to suck us dry…Hoping that every time you wedge that ring in its mouth and fill up its cock swallowing hole with spunk, you’ll show it some mercy and move it over to number 2 or 3.. as it waits to be finally hauled away and sold.”

Ben said “ I want the hot cunt in cell 5 and she be good and I might use it later”. Chief guard said “go put her in your locker and so it will not get sold”. Ben went to cell 5 and grab the cunt. She is trying to move. Chief guard helping. Ben putting the cunt in the locker. She is trying to speak. Chief said “when you go on break and you can use her”. Ben said “ she is off the auction list”. Chief guard said “yes”.

Ben let go of her trembling chin and ignoring her snotty sobs, he wiped his sticky hand thru her matted hair. Nonchalantly cleaning off, her drool mixed with cum, that smeared his hand as if this was the only way to do it. Then, gesturing at the doorway chief guard smiled and told the Ben, “Come on, let me show you the auction stage, heck we’ll even grab a whiny cunt from one of the cells and pretend we’re marching it up to be sold. You ain’t lived till you fucked the tight ass of some screaming cunt dangling by its wrists in the middle of that brightly lit stage.” The two men headed for the door. Ben stopping for one moment, “Oh fuck, I forgot the baton between her legs. I told her she had to keep it there or I would shock the shit out of her nipples.”

“Leave it then. Let’s see if the dumb old cunt can do as it’s told. And remember, any chained up, gagged up, or roped up tits and ass, that comes thru those door… is an ‘it’… not a she or her. But you’ll learn.”“Now let’s go get us some young ass to fuck up on that stage…and Oh… On the way, we gotta check out cell number 8! The mother daughter pair in there were being forced to 69 by my buddy, Bill. It’s quite the amazing fuckin fun sight to see.” Ben said “nice and later I will take mine to the private room for whipping”. Chief guard said “yes”.

[caprinae]

*typing with a gun pointed at the back of my head* 😄

A thin devil tail presents a wealth of possibilities when it comes to being tied up. I don't know if I like it more when the tail is the only thing not tied or when even it is tied ...

I like the idea of being completely tied up but still being able to use my tail to emote or having someone play with my tail while in that situation. I also like the idea of being able to wrap my tail around someone's leg/arm/whatever. Or like emotibg with my tail from intense feeling and having it be stepped on and stopped...

But I also like the idea of immobilising the tail. Or if tge tail is very long it can be used as a rope in itself which I also like (having your own tail be used to immobilise you 💭...). Or having the tail be tied to furniture or someone else. It's like a long thin tail is a leash that grows out of the spine ☺️ *frantically gestures for the person standing behind me to pull the trigger*. I also think something fun can be done with the arrow tip part of the tail but I didn't think of anything yet

I don't really have a lot of ideas for fat tails though aside from just tying them sausage style and attaching them to the ceiling....

[thatsonefatcat]

A fat pet

You’re laying on a massive bariatric bed, wide enough to fit two people, held down by straps immobilising you completely. No, not straps, that was….you don’t even know how long ago. You’re now held down by yourself, your own body. The consequences of constant force feeding and little to no movement. Your body pools out in all directions, hanging off both sides of the bed and rapidly approaching the edge of the front. While the outskirts of your body sag, the middle is a massive mountain of doughy lard, soft and malleable yet shapely. Though it’s rare for the very middle of your

belly to be malleable as it’s always stuffed beyond belief with food or calorie laden slop, depending on whether you’re being force fed or tube fed. Your own odor is the only thing you smell, a powerful musk that fills there, it’s enticing, you enjoy it. You lay revealing in your own smell for several minutes before a new smell cuts through and activates primal instincts. The smell of food, greasy calorie laden food hits your nostrils and you begin salivating uncontrollably. It’s the last thing you need. You don’t even know why you want it. But goddamn do you want it. Your captor approaches, the familiar evil grin etched on his face. It’s the 5th time he’s fed you today, each feeding accompanied by a food coma and a tube of shake being forced into your mouth. Your stomach aches, you don’t even know if there’s room. But there has to be. You have to eat, for your own sake and for his. You don’t know why but you have to please him, you crave his approval. Ever since he called you out for eating ten massive plates at the buffet. 3 years and 800 pounds ago, you’ve craved his approval and relished his attentions. This is your life, he is your life, food is your life. Eat and grow, become the blob you were meant to be. Let me instill the big like habits you need to become what you were meant to be

[adequatemutt]

Cauldron, Slosh, Noisy :)

Cauldron: What are the conditions like in your stomach? Or for prey, what kinda stomach environment would you find ideal?

personally I enjoy when a stomach is Just large enough to constrict the prey but not fully immobilise them, takes some effort to move around :] also enjoy it to be humid and squishy, but ofc resists any actual attempts to get out ^_^

Slosh: How long does it take to digest prey (or how long does it take to digest you)?

it wholly depends on how the pred wants to digest me. they can draw it out for days if they want !! but the average time is probably between 45 mins to a few hours :] that includes distributing me as fat once I'm fully digested btw

Noisy: How loud is your gut when it's working? Or even when it's empty? Those growls ever give away your intent to prey?

I'll answer this for what I personally like as a prey :) I looooooove stomach noises so having a pred with a really noisy gut gets me going, part of the fun is knowing you'll be meat soon— it's just up to when the pred decides its time !!!!!

[too-tired-to-write]

I'm hard and angry because it keeps me alive.

My partner continues to be gentle and kind and open-hearted, and they just get destroyed again and again. They hear what people say about trans people (people like us) and it stabs them through the heart. They hear what gay and trans people (people like us - poufs, queers, unnatural and unholy) are subjected to and it disembowels them. Reminds them of how they lost everything when they came out all those years ago, before I was there to defend them.

They're so deeply unwell now, and the healthcare system here has absolutely left them to rot. Just another reason I don't have much choice but to become even harder and sharper and more viscous, to dig my heels into the ground and bare my teeth and snarl at the Sun every single day; if I try to go back to that compassionate and idealistic kid I once was (I think, a long time ago, my memory is like Swiss cheese) then I'll never withstand this.

I gotta earn money and take care of the house and take care of my partner, or at least try to, because no-one else will. Without me they're fucked, even more fucked than they already are. They sleep a lot. If I'm away they live off takeaway and toast, and barely move from the couch. They're not lazy, they actually fit the diagnostic criteria for schizophrenia and I suspect they're experiencing the negative symptoms. But no psychiatrist will acknowledge that. They don't believe us.

So if I let myself become gentle or kind, I will break. And then who will care for my partner? Who will fight like a rabid fox for their healthcare? Who will take care of the cats? Who will cook and clean like a robot, too tired to feel an emotion, just fulfilling the tasks required because love is an action. I don't need to feel it all the time, so long as I do the love. What fucking good is bleeding my heart dry for them and immobilising myself with grief? Bloody fucking useless, that's what.

Pissed-off cockroach motherfucker. Here I am. I've been raped and bitten and thrown across the room and lied to and cheated on so many times I lost track. I've been called a liar so persistently I started to question my perception of reality. I've cut into my subcutaneous fat and I've done it again and again. I've starved myself to the very brink of death. I've had shadows come and whisper things to me at night. And sometimes in the day. I've made a scene in public because the shadows are following me, or the bus is taking me to a dangerous place, or my partner might be a changeling.

But here I am, alive. Persistant pissed-off queer little cockroach.

I don't have much other choice, really.

If homophobes weren't so awful to LGBT people, then maybe we'd be happier.

[shotgunningtheuniverse]

Lace

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Fine, everything was fine. George stared forward avidly at Dream. Watching him. Dream looked back sheepishly, “so, can you help?”

“Help you get out of your suit?” George asked, resisting the urge to freak out completely.

“Well, yeah. And y’know, I’m having a little trouble with the buttons, so.” Dream said, shifting from side to side.

George knew he was lying. There was no realistic way Dream couldn’t take off his suit by himself. He hadn’t done anything that would have immobilised his hands or fingers.

All the same, George walked over. Running his hands over the suit’s jacket. Feeling the crisp uniform fabric. Slowly moving it up and over Dream’s shoulders. Falling onto the floor.

Dream shivered slightly as he shed the jacket, a slight vibration of anticipation assisting it.

“Is that good?” George asked, licking his lips nervously.

Nodding Dream made a small noise of confirmation, “keep going.”

Gently George reached for his tie, unknotting the fabric. Letting it fall around Dream’s neck. Moving down to the first button of his white button down. Tugging it through the hole, letting it come undone.

Watching intently Dream held his breath, the tension thick and suffocating. But that good type of suffocating, the wait before breaking to the surface when swimming, about to take a breath of fresh air. That “just almost there” of anticipation.

George undid another button, revealing the dip just below Dream’s collarbones. A black material starting to come into view. Pausing George stared, undoing the next button.

He blinked, “Dream?”

Dream smiled, “keep going.”

With a more hasty manner George unbuttoned the shirt entirely, letting the white shirt hang open. Revealing a lace corset of some type. “Do you want me to....” George trailed off.

“Keep that on.” Dream told him.

George nodded, staring.

It had boning on the sides covered in a black floral lace. It dipped in the middle, rising up to hold Dream’s chest in place. Thin silver chains ran down his sternum running off underneath his pectorals. A small rose quartz point handing down from the middle chain hanging about half an inch above his navel. A trail of thin hair leading down from his navel. George let his eyes travel down the line to Dream’s crotch.

Noticing the panty straps adjusted just over his hips, a lace trim on them. The fabric dug into Dream’s sides, causing an indent. Fat being pushed up on either side of the strap. George bit his lip, a heavy blush starting to overtake his face.

“Do you like it?” Dream asked after a few tense moments. His voice was now noticeably more nervous after the lack of reaction.

George snapped his head up, “no no, you look…” sucking his breath to collect his thoughts George breathed out, “beautiful. So so handsome and, George struggled for a final descriptor, “poggers?”

Dream wheezed, anxiety subsiding. “So pog. I’m so pog!” His tone now bright and teasing.

Laughing along George made the pog face, “Poggers dude.”

“That is the worst American accent ever.” Dream snorted, trying to regain composure.

“Shuddup.” George protested. Suddenly clapping his hands together, “so. Do you want me to…?” he trailed off, looking down.

Dream followed his gaze downward. Looking where he was looking. Swallowing, a slight nervous jitter coming back. “Yeah,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Ever so carefully, George let the shirt slide off Dream’s shirt. Dropping it on the floor. Then taking to the task of undoing Dream’s belt. Drawing it out of the belt loops. Letting it drop to floor with a small thwack of thick faulk leather. Gently unbuttoning the button of his pants, letting the fly come open.

Slowly George tugged the pair of slack pants off of him, letting it fall off his hips. The fabric pooling at his ankles. Revealing the lace on the panties.

As his gaze ran down his legs, George found next black lace garters with pretty little green(?) bows. The garters holding up lacey stockings. The elastic of both making small muffin tops on top of the stockings and garters.

Dream stepped out of the pants, looking more reserved even in this outfit.

“Would you mind..” George looked down at Dream’s still on dress shoes. Bending down George untied the laces. Easing his foot out of the shoes. Setting them aside.

Standing again, George admired the person in front of him. The lace was a good look. “You look good,” he said. It was a fact.

“I wore it for you. I put it on, and the suit over it.” Dream told him.

George sat down on his bed, Dream sitting down with him. He looked Dream up and down again. “How did it feel? Did it dig into your skin?”

Dream grinned, “it did. The garters and the stockings kept rubbing against my skin. And the lace would push up against my chest and stomach. The straps of the panties dug into my hips. The rose quartz would swing back and forth hitting me.”

Relishing these descriptions. The things Dream did for him. “Did it bother you?” he asked.

“Not really. I liked it. It reminded me of you. It made me feel dirty. Dressing up in a suit for all my followers and for Alec. And none of them knew, what I was wearing underneath.”

The next words weren’t really meant to be said out loud, yet George breathed them out anyway, “like a whore.”

Dream shifted quickly, rubbing his legs together slightly. Oh, he liked it. “Yeah,” Dream closed his eyes as he spoke, “like a whore. Your whore.”

“Oh.” George said quietly.

“Yeah. It was actually kinda hard to forget, especially with this thing.” Dream told him, making a small bounce on the mattress.

Cautiously George asked, “what thing?”

Standing up Dream just let his butt do the talking. The outline of a gem head evident against the panties. Taking his finger, George gingerly pushed it. Dream moaning.

“You have a buttplug in.” George stated.

“I do. Why don’t you look at it?” Dream invited.

Rolling down Dream’s underwear he saw the plug. A gem, a stunning and vivid blue compared to the rest of his world. “You picked it for me?”

Dream laughed a little, “you sound so excited. Yes, I did.”

Taking his hand again, George put his palm on it. Applying pressure. Watching Dream’s head tip back from stimulation. “You’re so pretty.”

Regaining mild composure, Dream responded, “yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me devour you? Please.” George requested hands finding Dream’s hips.

Dream took it as an invitation to remove himself from George’s touch, falling back onto the bed. Laying out on it, legs open. “I’d be honoured.”

Moving to straddle him George blew air out of his nose in amusement, “you really are a whore. But you’re a really handsome one.”

“That makes up for it right?” Dream joked.

“Probably.”

[boycrazedboy]

Black, blue, and then yellow/purple (both work the same for my purposes)

First half is vore+weight gain, and pure weight gain talk is below the cut (with a lot of logistical talk)

Find a couple of gainers online who really want to gain a huge amount of fat in a short amount of time in exchange for assisting me, and a camera to film the whole thing

Use blue to make myself much, much bigger to more easily eat or overpower people

Use yellow or purple to eat as many people as I like (yellow: I'm bigger than them/purple: they are the infinite food :3)

Shrink myself down with blue again while my prey stay the same size.

Enjoy digesting them, and really enjoy my gut being many times bigger than myself now that I've shrunk down. The gainers assist me while I'm immobilized and digesting.

Use black to transfer all the weight gained (plus a lil extra) to the gainers. Hopefully I can give it to them in the ratios they want, like if they want to be really bottom-heavy or something. I'd like to do that for them because I'd owe them.

Edit the videos of me digesting, gaining and transferring the fat to the gainers, post the vid online and hopefully they'll vouch for my services

Video serves to advertise my services, I find new gainers

Repeat

And on a note of pure weight gain, if I could only pick one pill- (continues below the space-saving cut)

-it would be black again. I could have a very fun and lucrative time connecting people who want to lose weight with people who want to gain weight. I could set up meetings with people who want to lose weight, put it all on myself (ideally all in my belly and ass) enjoy it for a day or a few, and then the next day transfer it all to gainers and such.

It'd be delightful to have a belly so fat it touches the ground while standing, yet so full of adipose, so tight, it stays fairly round. I wouldn't be able to reach around it, my hands wouldn't even come halfway across it's circumference. So big it'd completely cover my lap while I sat- or fill the space between my thighs- and I'd have to lie on my side to reach underneath it 💖 and of course, a thick ass for counterbalance...

*Ahem* anyway, I'd charge a flat rate, with a discount for people who're using my services for medical reasons. It could do a lot of good for a lot of people, more than just kinksters.

Can you tell I've thought about this particular power for a long time?

If the service became popular enough, I'd also probably have some volunteers to act as "batteries" of excess fat, as storage between taking and giving. People who are more than happy to be immobile blobs, day in day out, who I can give or take fat from so I can home visit clients. (Some people are going to be housebound)

The price of their care/employ would need to be factored into the price of fat exchange, but thankfully there are going to be a lot of people who'll pay premium to remove a few vanity pounds.

If you had the opportunity, would you take the chance to be a battery? All you could really do is sit there and weigh over a tonne of fat, sitting there and watching TV or scrolling on your phone. You'd have carers hired to look after you whenever you wanted them, and your bank account would be filling up the whole time you just layed there, decadently packed with hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of fat, your own body pooling around you as though you were melting. Sometimes I'd come in, rest my hand on you, and you'd begin to steadily swell while I shrank. Then I'd leave again, and you'd be left with another hundred or so pounds more to weigh you down, make you bigger. Would that appeal to you?

I'd need multiple batteries right off the bat, just in case one of them decided to quit or take a holiday, so I wouldn't have to randomly become immobilised myself while looking for a replacement. Meanwhile the batteries would take the extra weight, no problem.

And I could absorb a certain amount of their fat each, simultaneously, to have a bit of fun for myself! 💖 I would love to spend some time weighing literal tonnes, too fat to even lift my arms or turn my head, and I'd need someone to hold my hand to release me from the prison that would become my own body. If they didn't do that, I'd be stuck...

Really the possibilities for that pill would be near endless. It's something I'd very much want as a superpower. It would become my lifelong career, and that would be heaven on earth for me. The ideas just keep coming...

Which would you choose..? 🤍

[nerdy-nintendo-noodle]

“purple therapy” an spm based story

Immobilised in the dark bedroom, sat in a corner practically hugging near the light that bled through the partially closed blinds. He hoped that the feeling would leave. There was so much fighting for his attention. What was he to tackle first? Lost potential? Voices that had accidentally been brought out as a different persona? Mourning? Helplessness? Betrayal but in a nice way? More and more began to resurface in Luigi’s mind. The monologue of disaster just kept talking over. The story hadn't gotten a resolve. His fingers dug slightly deeper into the overalls, between the gaps in his ribs as a self hug. Touch grounded him. And suddenly his eyes twitched with a sign of alertness. In his haze, he'd ditched doing a self regulation check. The hyper breathing, a thudding trapped soul conflicted by thoughts in temper, the humid feel to the air after being encapsulated in worry. This had to stop. His brother, Mario, could be heard shuffling around to make breakfast for the both of them. His favourite was being made: spaghetti. Something was off. The moment he smelled the Scent under the door he wretched... was it too sweet? Too much of a meal to tackle right now? What was happening?! I should be ready for breakfast, I usually like this. It seemed that anything that gelatinous idiot in his skull latched onto would be linked to beating himself up. When his eyes chose to see again, a flash of red and blue overalls was before Luigi. Mario removed the knot of Luigi's arms that shut him out and quickly replaced them with his heavy weight in a hug. It was funny, and Luigi smiled at the thought of Mario saying what he had done for the past couple of months: I am not-a fat, I am a heavy therapy blanket. "Brother, what is it? Tell me. Do not let your brain sway-a you into silence." Mario mumbled as he pulled back from the hug. It was vital that he did too, Luigi’s stance and the shifting of his eyes told a lot about whether he was fighting to stay quiet or he was done fighting the battle alone. "I'm thinking about the time when I beat you. As, you know, that L guy." Luigi responded, itching his arm and then stroking it. Mario gave a nod and raised his eyebrows.

(( Hope you enjoy this! ))

[ouyangzizhensdad]

Can I ask how mdzs is fatphobic?

Hi anon,

The novel is not overtly fatphobic, although it can be noted that the book is devoid of any real body type diversity. There is pretty much only : thin, buff or thin with a bubble butt.

That being said, personally, one passage that sticks into my mind as fatphobic is the following:

The young man was swift, but Wei Wuxian was quicker, having stuck paper talismans behind his opponent’s back numerous times in the past. The youth felt a sudden numbness on his back, followed by a heavy sinking sensation. He fell to the floor unceremoniously, his sword fell to the floor with a clang. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to get up, as though Mount Tai was resting on top of him. On his back sat a spirit who died of gluttony; it crushed him till he could not even breathe. [TamingWangxian's translation]

The association of fatness with gluttony; 'gluttony' being the cause of death; as well as the hyperbolic comparison to Mount Tai. Not a great look! That's not only pejorative, it's built upon almost-entirely false understandings of the interrelation between food consumption, fatness and health which are, to be fair, so prevalent in our current time that even most people who work in research and healthcare still believe them (I have a friend who works in labs that study amongst others metabolism/weight and the number of times researchers get upset because their own fatphobic beliefs about weight don't get proven in animal studies would be laughable if not for how frustrating it is).

I am unable to say whether this choice has cultural layers that remain inaccessible to me (I can find only find references to hungry ghosts, which are entirely different). What is for certain though is that it would have been entirely possible to write this exact scenario (a corpulent spirit immobilising teenage jl by sitting on his back) without a need to the references to gluttony or, worse, 'death by gluttony'.

[makemefatterandfatter]

And I'm not going to stop you... I wanna fall so deep into my own fat I can't ever escape. Immobilise me now

i'm not doing this to you, you're doing this to yourself. you demand food and treats constantly. i just oblige. i'm just a good servant for you❣️ that my care made you fat is a symptom of your own desire

[atopearth]

Fate/stay night Réalta Nua Part 3 - Unlimited Blade Works Route (½)

Day 1-10 Ooh, so on Rin’s route, Shirou would use a Command Spell to stop Saber from attacking Archer and Rin when they appear to save him from Lancer~ Something I forgot to talk about in the last route though is that, I always thought it didn’t seem logical for Archer to not even be able to react when Saber appears to attack them, but in reality, it seems he did react, he just hesitated when he saw Saber and that’s why she was able to badly wound him in the Fate route, and it’s kinda crazy how I never linked the dots properly as to who Archer was even with hints like that haha. I always found it weird that Shirou never questioned Rin about how she knew he got killed by Lancer, I kinda brushed it off as him not noticing since he’s been bombarded with the whole Holy Grail War thing, but I guess it was to keep it for this route! Not that Rin really lets Shirou question it too much anyway haha. I love how Shirou shook hands with Saber in hope that they’ll do their best together fighting in this war, it’s so proper and cute of him. Rin is so cuteee too, I loved how vehemently she denied it when Archer asked her if there was a “special” reason as to why she won’t take advantage of this opportunity to defeat Shirou now. I love that even though Rin knows how difficult it would be to face off against Berserker right now (especially with just Archer), she still told Shirou to run away if the opportunity arose. I really like how Shirou was able to convince Rin that he’s not going to run away by telling her that she shouldn’t tell him to do things that she can’t do herself, and she understood that and accepted him staying here even though it was dangerous. Although Rin is very kind, and I guess she just wants him to survive no matter what, but Shirou is right, if Saber is here, he can’t just run away. And technically, we should be glad he stayed, because if he didn’t grab Saber away from Berserker, she would have been hit by Archer’s “Noble Phantasm” arrow. Gotta love how Archer didn’t care about it hitting Saber as well, you can see why Shirou wouldn’t like him lol. As usual though, Shirou was really cool to cover Saber when the “arrow” (he legit used a sword as a projectile) hit and formed a freaking crater lol.

Rin is so sweet for staying beside Shirou the whole night waiting for him to wake up (since he got injured protecting Saber). Lmao when she told him to not thank his enemies or he won’t survive the war, and to not treat other Masters as human beings but just people he needs to kill, and he refutes her words by asking why she didn’t kill him hahahaha. It’s so cute seeing how flustered she became. She’s got such a soft spot for Shirou, she’s just going to keep on making excuses saying it’s “unfair” to kill him when he’s asleep etc haha. I love how they interact though, because even though Shirou seems like the type to be overly considerate of others, he actually actively questions things and points out contradictions in Rin’s words, making their banter really amusing and funny. I loved it when he asked if she was fat LOL, I mean, you have to admit, Shirou’s got guts! Trust usually takes a while to accumulate, but it’s so wonderful how Shirou can completely trust in Saber and think of her as his partner just because they made a contract and shook hands, he’s really so unbelievably cool. I also like how Saber and Shirou’s interaction went, since she was thankful that he saved her from a fatal wound, but she still needed to reprimand him for endangering himself like that. Now that I’m thinking about it though, it feels like the Fate route is focused on Shirou solidifying his belief and maybe Unlimited Blade Works is focused on Shirou questioning his beliefs? And then maybe Heaven’s Feel is when he disregards his beliefs for Sakura? Lmaoo at Taiga’s crazy “whatever” kinda instructions at the archery club when she’s hungry hahhaha.

I’m not surprised at how mad Rin is to see Shirou so careless at school and saying hi to her lmao, especially when she’s given him so many warnings. Lol when she kept chasing after him throughout the school trying to kill/immobilise him so she can take away his Command Spells. Although the situation was serious, it was rather endearing because of how they acted lol. Archer is right that Rin becomes childish when it comes to handling Shirou haha. As a side note, that bad ending where you get hit by her Gandr shot was actually good in a sense (like Taiga says in the Tiger Dojo lmao) because Shirou just goes back to his normal life without having to be involved in the war anymore. Anyway, I always found it really cool when Shirou didn’t hesitate to block the hit by Rider with his hand when she tried to kill Rin (who was tending to the unconscious girl that had her life forced sucked out). I always think it’s pretty crazy how Shirou could interest Rider enough that she doesn’t straight off kill him but kinda plays around with him for a bit, but I guess seeing any other Master aside from Shinji would make you realise how crappy Shinji is lolll. Considering how adamant Rin was on hurting Shirou before, it was really nice to see how concerned she was when he was about to be killed/tortured by Rider, but I guess she was only hurting him so she could protect him in the long run though haha.

I really like Archer’s contrast with Saber. He’s a Heroic Spirit that was called to the war not by his own free will, and has no desire for the Holy Grail, yet is forced to be used here as a tool for it. Sure, he has a certain amount of free will, but in the end, he is controlled by “others” into existing here and fighting for humans who will never be grateful for his actions of saving them from war or pain or anything. But honestly, it’s kinda crazy how Archer says a lot of things Shirou has said before, especially when he said he did not have a wish he could not make come true in his past life, this is exactly what Shirou said in the Fate route when they asked if he desired the Holy Grail. Shirou has always been someone who fulfills his wishes with his own powers and works towards those goals. That dream Shirou had on the 6th day of (spoiler!) Archer’s life was so saddening. The VN obviously doesn’t reveal it yet, but when you know it’s about Archer who sacrificed his afterlife to gain the power to save the people around him, yet be reprimanded by other people for only saving people in his sight, it really makes you understand how battered his heart became because of them. He never expected anything in return, he only did what he could to help others because he didn’t want people to suffer, but I don’t think he ever expected he could actually be treated negatively because of it. And I think those lines still cut me to this day, the fact that he saved everybody in his sight but could not save the most important person of all, which was himself. He did everything for others and lost himself to the point he realised how stupid it was to do all these things for others and neglect himself when no one even cared about what he did. By realising how futile it all was, he hated himself for being so stupid from the very beginning. You can really see why he hates Shirou so much, and you can also really see why Shirou instinctively hates Archer so much as well, because Archer is the epitome of what he refuses to become. But yeah, Shirou is definitely the one that gets to benefit the most from cooperating and allying with Rin lol.

I hate saying stuff like this but omg, if Shinji isn’t the biggest piece of shit ever, I don’t know who is. I can’t believe he’s literally telling everyone in school by spreading rumours about Mitsuzuri (Captain of the archery club) looking trashed up in an alley with her uniform all messed up when they found her (since she was missing for a day). It’s absolutely disgusting of him to spread such stories, it’s so distasteful and infuriating! Even if he doesn’t like her because she’s bossy to him or whatever, ugh, he’s seriously such trash. Hahaha I love how if you leave Taiga to do the cooking, Shirou and Saber end up eating disgusting food, and Saber busts out her armour to take it out on Shirou during training because he didn’t cook hahaha. It’s interesting to see Shirou try and get out of Caster’s magic that’s controlling him even if it wasn’t likely he’d be able to get out of it himself. I always thought it was pretty ridiculous how Caster can summon a Servant, but I guess considering how much of a top class magi she is, it’s not exactlyyy unrealistic, especially if the only criteria to be a Master is to be a magi capable of summoning lol. In addition, she has to be stronger than all the others since unlike Saber and them, she’s been accumulating a lot of life force/magical power from all those souls she’s taken and the other life forces she’s constantly consuming at a rate where she’s not killing all the people in town but she is taking a lot of people’s life forces. But yeah, as Archer said, she definitely broke the rules doing that. I guess it also makes it logical for Assassin to be a fictional hero; a “fake” Master with a “fake” hero is fitting… 

I’m kinda surprised Archer deliberately missed when he shot Caladbolg at her, I guess it’s because he just wanted to show her that he’s just as strong as Saber and them (since she looked down on him), but also wanted to keep her around so that she could take care of other Masters like Berserker for him since Rin is dilly dallying with Shirou around? I guess the thing about Archer is that he’s focused on the belief that nobody can be saved if you try to save everybody, it’s because he used to think naively like that that it backfired on him, so now he’s more into the idea that he might as well sacrifice the least amount of people for his goal, and in a sense, he is right that Rin or Shirou need to be the ones to win the Holy Grail because they’re the only Masters that won’t misuse it and cause destruction. I’m honestly surprised that Archer still pursued Shirou to kill him even when he was able to escape back to Saber. I guess Archer is very confident in his capabilities. As usual, Assassin is a very honourable guy, he wouldn’t let Archer attack them, especially if he already said he’s going to let Saber go for the night. But yeah, I can understand why Archer would want to kill him, I mean if Shirou is gonna throw away his life chasing after Caster like that (when he obviously can’t win), Archer might as well kill him instead.

Hahahah I absolutely love Rin and Shirou. Especially when she was wandering outside his class waiting for him to come out to talk to him (probably worried about him after what Archer did), and when he does, he asks if it’s because she forgot her lunch money, and then he emphasises that he can’t give her his lunch but he can lend her some money🤣🤣🤣 I loved it when she shouted at him calling him an idiot and the whole world froze for a second and went back to normal trying to ignore the fact that the number one girl and perfect student with proper manners in the school just did something like that hahahaha. They’re so adorably awkward, it’s so cute and funny. I can’t believe she actually used a Command Spell on Archer though (to forcibly stop him from attacking Shirou during their alliance)! Wow! It’s really cool how reliable Shirou was when the boundary field activated, I guess you can really count on him when it counts😆 To think Rider could be killed in one hit though, and it was subtle enough that even though Rin and Shirou were heading there, they didn’t notice it at all. I thought it was really sweet to see how much Rin lacked her usual composure facing all this, I think it’s pretty understandable considering how these are people in the same school and they’re either literally melting or half dead, you can say, it’s Shirou who’s weird for being able to face all of this logically. But it’s good that he was there to support her, since even if she is stronger than him magic wise, she needed him there to help her regain her senses. Lmaoo, I loved it when Shirou told Issei to take his shirt off to check for Command Spells hahaha. On another note though, that Tiger Dojo 18 was so sudden and scary!! It’s crazy to know that Caster probably has everyone in Ryuudou Temple under some sort of control where if someone asks them suspicious stuff, she’ll get them to kill the person asking and then themselves!! That’s absolutely terrible! Seeing Issei die in that bad end was traumatising because I really like him.

Playing the routes back to back, you can really see how Saber and Archer’s lives were rather similar, in that they both lived for others and were both betrayed by the ones they “saved”. But I guess the difference is that they both came to this war for entirely different reasons after experiencing that. They’re both entrapped by their past, and they both desire a different outcome because they’re inherently dissatisfied with the result of their decisions. I see…a heroic spirit is a guardian of humanity, and so even though Archer was satisfied when he died, it was after his death when he became a guardian that changed his perspective of things. As a guardian, all he did was be called upon to save the world when it was nearing destruction because only guardians can change that fate, but the fact was, the more he was called upon, the more he was faced with the ugliness of humanity that caused their own destruction yet always relied on people like him to clean up their messes for them. And I guess it was through all this that he slowly became cynical towards everything and his own ideal. I mean, what is his ideal worth when the people he’s supposed to be saving aren’t worth it to him anymore?

I find it soo cuteee how Saber enjoys eating Shirou’s food so much but is too shy to admit that she really likes to eat🤣 It was so funny when she tried to tell him in a subtle way that yes he should cook before they go out to fight Kuzuki lol. Omgg Tiger Dojo 19 is so terrible!! To think that Kuzuki would so ruthlessly strike Rin’s head off, like wow, I know he’s got the magic from Caster to enhance his power but, just wow. Lmaooo at the Tiger Dojo making fun of Rin’s head flying off though, it made such a seriously saddening ending hilarious hahahah. Honestly though, Saber really lets her guard down a lot imo even though she’s strong lol, but you have to admit that Kuzuki is impressive with his hand to hand combat skills. In a way, he’s probably similar to Kirei, a strong fighter that tries to find emotions in things but is unable to. Oh, and it was really silly of Caster to ask Kuzuki to take care of Shirou and Rin instead of Saber tbh, but I guess it’s Kuzuki’s fault as well, since if he cared more about winning, then he would have just defeated Saber and they all would have been done with the battle already and gotten rid of two Masters. But, I guess it’s mainly Caster’s fault since Kuzuki said he’ll let her do what she wants and he’ll just follow and see how it goes whilst protecting himself. But yeah, not sure if it’s Caster’s pride or just her lack of judgment (or both), but her thinking of using her magic to deal with Saber when she had already repelled it before with her magical resistance really shows how she cares more about her pride than winning in any way possible. But yeah, after losing that chance, it definitely wouldn’t be advisable to face a healed Saber who knows Kuzuki’s attack pattern now.

Gotta love how Rin just did whatever she wanted and stayed over at Shirou’s house hahaha. I was really happy that she did that though, because it gave her time to talk with Shirou on the porch and they could talk more about each other. I guess what I really love about Rin is how driven she is, and how the path of a magus was something set out for her from the very beginning and wasn’t really her choice, but she’s someone that has made it her choice rather than it being something that was forced on her. If she’s going to do it, she’ll be the best at it and she’ll do anything to achieve that whilst maintaining that “innocent” part of her that Shirou sees, I think. On the other hand, Archer’s talk with Shirou was something heavy, mainly because he understands how terrible it will become if Shirou continues as he is saving people on this “borrowed ideal” where he only wants to succeed the promise he made to Kiritsugu before he died, as well as carry the responsibility of all the people who died ten years ago instead of him. He saves other people for them but doesn’t think about himself. In a sense, I guess that kinda is the difference between him and Rin, Rin carries the burdens as a magus and as the descendant of an old magus family, but she doesn’t let those traditions control her, she still does what she wants whilst maintaining her role as a magus like her father wanted. Whereas Shirou is controlled by the burdens he carries, instead of doing what he wants to do, he tries to make it that things like being a superhero etc are things he wants to do, and he tries his best to think of ways to make it become what he wants to do so he does whatever he can, but it’s just like Rin says imo, just as he doesn’t have “fun” training with magic and doing other things in his life, he doesn’t really think of becoming a superhero as something he wants to do, but instead as a responsibility as a “survivor” and because he promised Kiritsugu. Archer is right, Shirou lacks a reason to fight, if he keeps fighting for these ideals, then the only thing he will save are these ideals, he won’t be able to save anyone, not even himself.

Overall, for now, I definitely enjoy UBW more than Fate just because I feel like the Rin and Shirou dynamic/relationship is much more fun and interesting than how it was with Shirou and Saber. In addition, I really like how Shirou and Saber interact in this route, they’re friendly but not overbearing on each other and it’s so nice to see that loll. They feel much more like partners when romance isn’t interfering with them lol. On the other hand, the foreshadowing for Archer feels much more blatant in the VN, or maybe it’s because I know that it makes it seem like it’s shoving it a lot in your face lol, otherwise though, I still very much enjoy the discovery and understanding of Archer’s past and how even though they “hate” each other, they can’t help but be affected by each other, especially with Shirou copying his fighting style and even his swords.