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Potbelly Menu – Classic Submarine Sandwiches & Milkshakes

With a goal to make people happy through good vibes and delicious, craveable food, Potbelly serves as on of the best sandwich chains in the United States

[fatguarddog]

Getting a job at a takeout owned by a couple, I work late for them and as a thank you, can eat whatever I want on shift to keep me going. The food is pretty fatty in large portions, but it's ok, I just take what I need here and there and only put on a little bit of weight

Except what I don't know is that the couple are both feeders and have been waiting for the perfect employee to fatten up, and I seem like the perfect candidate. I don't notice it at first, sharing my shifts with them one at a time, being encouraged to try new additions to the menu, having larger and larger dinners getting used to having the fatty food so often

I plump up faster, a now modest potbelly poking out of my shirts that I hide behind the counter when customers come to collect their orders. One day I'm out back on shift with both of my bosses and one of them says I'm looking really good. I blush and make a shy comment about my little belly, only to gasp when they bend down to get a better look at it. I try to back up, but their partner comes up behind me and gently cradles my gut, relaxing me slightly as they rub it

The first one grabs some food and starts feeding it to me with a big spoon, all my favorites off the menu that they've come to recognise. I don't know why, but I just let it happen, it feels too good to try and escape... just happily locked in this couple's grasp as they cheerfully admit to wanting to fatten me up and keep me as their plaything

They pull up my shirt and rub my swelling belly as I'm fed mouthful after mouthful of rich fattening foods, I moan at their touch and the feeling of fullness, already wondering how many more of my nights are going to look like this

[darklydeliciousdesires]

La Dolce Vita - John Shelby/Cosima Changretta (OFC).

Bit more John n' Cosima for you, you beautiful people! I'm really feeling inspired in my writing of late, so yeah, you get to enjoy lots of work flying out of the DDD press! :D

Words - 2,214

Warnings - Each part will be adult only content, from swearing to eventual smut and violence. Minors DNI.

Part IV - Beatitudine

Cosima Shelby. By night, when out on the town with her husband, she was the quintessential gangster’s wife. Furs, pearls, diamonds; the young woman simply oozed glamour as she dripped in luxury. By day, she was much removed from such an image. On holiday, she was even more casual.  

“Don’t you blame me if you get sore feet, Sima. Ain’t gonna be my fault.”  

He might have given her a soft warning over her lack of shoes, but seeing his wife so carefree as she walked the cobblestone side streets of Cortona, the little Tuscan village she had been born in twenty-three years ago that coming autumn, all John could do was smile. 

Her hair was pinned up, only a few strands floating free at the nape of her neck, her face smothered in olive oil. “What are ya, a fucking salad?” he’d laughed after catching her rubbing her face in the kitchen staple, Cosima insisting that it was marvellous for the skin.  

“Angelo, ciao!” she called, arriving at the tiny bistro she’d been raving about since they arrived the night before, the owner opening his arms and greeting her warmly. 

“Benventua, Cosima! Stai bene?” 

She beamed, “Si, si.” From the tiny bit of Italian John knew, he gathered that Angelo had welcomed her and asked after her health, joining them and being offered a hand by the tall, potbellied man who shook it warmly. “Angelo, this is John, my husband.” 

“Ahhh, she is a married woman now! Welcome, John! Let me bring my wife out to meet you. Hey, Lucia! Cosima is here!” Every summer since her birth, the Changretta’s had returned to their home village, the family known well in Cortona. They were then joined by a woman of radiant good looks, wrapping Cosima in her arms, greeting John with the same warmth before they were shown to a table out in the small courtyard at the rear of the establishment. 

He had decided that after having no honeymoon at all, not even a blissful, post-marriage period that could be considered as such, they’d have it now he and his new bride were finally in that state of sublime happiness. Who cared that it happened to be five months on? They’d set sail for Italy from Plymouth just over a week ago, after John had dropped the children off in Small Heath, all under Polly’s care for the month and a half he and Cosima would be away.  

Taking a menu, he looked down at it in pure puzzlement, looking at his wife for assistance. She covered his hand with hers, ordering for them both. “I ordered a few things we can share, and a bottle of the best Chianti you will ever drink. Remind me to come back before we leave so I can buy a few bottles to bring home.”  

He wasn’t much of a wine fan, not being particularly cultured, but he had to agree that upon taking a first sip, it was of incredible, full-bodied flavour. Relaxing in the sunshine, just him and his wife, he felt like a completely different person. He’d never been on holiday before, save a few weekends away at Brean and Skegness as a child. The beauty of Italy was something he had never experienced beyond listening to his wife speak of the place she held so dear, and being there, he could see why. 

“Should we retire out here one day?” 

His question out of complete thin air made her laugh softly, hardly able to imagine that far in the future. “I think that’d be lovely. Blooming hell, I can’t imagine us as a little old couple, shuffling around.” 

“I can,” he smiled, knitting his fingers together behind his head as he closed his eyes to the warm sunshine beaming onto his face. “You’ll be beautiful, still, and continue to throw plates at me an’ all, just much slower.”  

“I might have to move onto smaller things when my joints ache,” she mused, her smile widening her pretty lips. “Egg cups, saucers, things like that.”  

The laughter they shared filled the space, John reaching for her, pulling her onto his lap. “I dunno what it is about you. You’re like two different people, and I fucking love both of ‘em.”  

Her heart skipped like a newborn spring lamb. “You’ve never told me that before.”  

He arched an eyebrow, her heart somersaulting again at his male beauty. “Well, I’m telling you now. And I don’t need to hear you say it to me, either. Don’t feel like you have to.” 

“But I lo-" 

“Ah, ah! Nope!” 

“But John, I-” 

“Nope!” He cracked an eye open, grinning at her pinched-up lips, Cosima leaning in until her nose touched his. “Stop it.” 

“I love you, you dickhead.”  

“Charming, ain’t ya?” he snorted, still laughing.  

She shrugged. “I have my moments.” 

“Ar, ya do, bab. Charming, and with proper dirty feet, too.” He reached down her leg, grabbing her ankle and examining the sole of her foot. “Look at ‘em! Blacker than a coal miner’s arse!”  

“I plan on having a bath once we get back, I’ll have you know. That tub is huge, too. Easily big enough for two.”  

Her wink had him laughing. “Gonna see how much water we can splash out onto the floor?” She nodded enthusiastically, leaning to kiss him. He eventually put her down, their food brought out shortly after, both very contently full as they strolled back to the guest house they were staying in for the near complete duration of their holiday.  

For the last week, they were travelling to Rome, but the three preceding it were being spent in the quiet surroundings of the small lake house set at the foot of the hills, the people who owned it living at the main residence and letting them come and go as they pleased.  

“Give us one of them mucky hooves, then,” John spoke, sitting at the opposing end of the big, claw footed bathtub, objecting the smell of the lavender bath salts Cosima had sprinkled in very liberally, but not the fact he got to share the hot water with her.  

He received a heel to the chest for his remark, snorting laughing at the look on her face as she sat mildly aghast. “Hooves, John? I have beautiful feet, I keep them all nice and soft, toenails always painted, too.”  

“I know, I’ve seen all the bits of dead skin you leave all over the pumice, you mucky wench.” Her other foot found its way between his legs, John shifting back. “Oi, less of your violence, woman. I’ve got plans for where I’m gonna put that.” he winked, Cosima bobbing her tongue out as her foot retreated from its press against his cock, John lathering the soap in his hands. “So, did your mom and dad mean for you to be born out here? Wanting the kids to all be Italian by birth, was it?” 

“That’s exactly it, yes,” she began, finger combing her hair idly. “Only Luca and I are, though. Angel came earlier than expected, so he was a baby in arms already when he took his first breath of homeland air. Papa always said he wanted us to be all born in the same place, but wasn’t too sad that Angel was born in England. He was just glad he survived, coming a month early.”  

He noticed that over the last few months, he could speak of her family and not notice the dark storm of contemptuous fury begin swirling within her. Simply, there was none left, or if there was, she was doing well to hide it. He did hope it was the former. “I know that worry,” he spoke, working the soap suds between her dainty toes, the deep red polish flawless. “Oliver was five weeks early, fucking tiny little thing, he was. Bloody made up for it in noise ever since, though.”  

“Hasn’t he just,” she beamed, thinking of the absolute chaos that was her eldest stepchild. “I’m not going to say I don’t miss him and his siblings, but blinking hell, I love the quiet!” 

John laughed, picking up the cutthroat razor to the side of the tub and nodding at her leg.  

“Promise you won’t cut me?” she asked, watching her husband frown comically. 

“Do it every day to me own face, darlin’. Ain’t gonna even nick the skin.” Taking the soap again, he lathered her leg while resting her foot on his shoulder, slowly gliding the blade against the short hair regrowth. “I wonder what our kids’ll be like,” he mused, rinsing the razor. “It’d be nice if the first one was conceived over here, eh?”  

“Feisty, I predict, if our temperaments are anything to go by.” 

He snorted softly. “You’re worse than me.” Immediately she scowled, John placing a loving kiss against the side of her foot.  

“And you’re a fucking wind-up merchant!” she attested, watching as he rinsed her leg and then started the routine again on the left one.  

“Ahh, ya wouldn’t love me if I didn’t have a bit of bite.” he remarked, snapping his teeth at her, hands working the soap over her leg. That was true enough, she thought. A boring, placid man was not for her. She quite enjoyed that his spark matched hers in illumination. Once he was finished returning her legs to silky smooth glory, he made his intention to be between them very clear, her hands travelling over the lithe muscles that flexed across his shoulders as he caught her lips in a kiss. 

If there was a better way to spend the late afternoon, she was yet to hear it.  

Their kisses swirled slow like honey, steam rising in the figurative and literal all around them, John feeling his skin break out into goose pimples at the pattered exploration of her fingertips. Deep groans rumbled his throat when she moved her kisses to the side of his neck, a soft bite eliciting a shiver, his hand moving between her legs to stroke until she was purring with desire.  

Reaching beneath her, he lifted her body, sitting back on his heels, bouncing her on his cock, hands grasping her shoulders before smoothing down her back sensually, sharing kisses gilded in embers and sugar, feeling drunk on her.   

“God, you feel so fucking good,” she moaned, her head tipping back, his lips gliding torridly over her throat. “I love you.”   

Despite telling her he didn’t require her to say it back, John knew in that moment he’d never tire of it, hearing his beautiful wife declare her love for him. “I love you too, sweetheart. So much.” His words punctuated her fluttered gasps as the head of his cock scraped deliciously against her sweet spots, rutting her deep, hands running down her slender back. 

The rise and fall of their bodies was akin the cresting of gentle waves upon a sea, Cosima absolutely blown away by the intimacy, the divinity of it. This was the kind of sex she thought only existed in novels, too perfectly passionate to extend to reality, her reality too, no less.   

How could he be this perfect? And to think, she had once hated him with the kind of torridness that was now only reserved for how he made her feel when he was balls deep inside of her. The all-encompassing heat of him and the moment they shared shook her to her very foundations, her bones sizzling in utter ecstasy as she rocked against him, his strong hands stroking paths of sweeping tingles over her soft skin. 

Her walls throbbed with the sweetest flush of pleasure, his cock evoking swells of molten bliss, Cosima grinding down on him faster, her nerves in symphony, the sounds of her bum pounding off his thighs filling the bathroom. 

“Right, gotta get outta this bath, love,” he spoke, clutching her tightly in his arms. “Bloody foot is going to sleep!” Tightening his arms around her, he stood up from the water, carefully climbing out of the tub and carrying her to the wall. It was a favourite of his, standing up sex, reminding him of the first time he’d had her like that back in the kitchen of their cottage.  

John Shelby; he truly was all about the nostalgia. 

Winding his arms beneath her thighs, he grasped her bum to keep her spread as he began to roll his hips against her, every last inch of his cock slipping into the sumptuous, saturated hug of her cunt, but slow. So slow. 

Each thrust had ecstasy sizzling through her veins, her cries feral, the physical of what she felt demonstrated by her nails imbedding in his back, tearing down, leaving raspberry swellings across his pale freckle-flecked skin, John thriving on her reaction to the sublimity of his fuck. 

It felt sharp-edged as it gathered within her, the coil tightening before it snapped, consuming bliss throbbing through her entire body as he spilled into her deeply, grunting with exertion, the culmination a sweep of liquid velvet pouring through them, ebbing away slowly, leaving them shattered, yet dreamy with satisfaction.   

Not that either could know it so soon, but it also left them parents to a brand-new Shelby, too. 

[accountnumber47892]

Took a walk today and then a shower. I am trying to sort of exhaust myself today so that I can go to sleep at a regular time.. ALSO I am watching a movie with my mom yayyy... thinking hard abt 2024 and what kind of year I want it to be. Need to work on my little report to figure out some stuff...

Additionally, I need to start thinking about food. I think the plan (according to the internet) is cutting fat then building muscle. The good thing is that I just ned to shift focus on what I'm eating, which has been the plan for a while bcus fast food just makes me feel shitty and I am just eating it way too often. So it's really just about keeping nuts and fruits in a place I can easily see, and also probably just writing little menus/alternatives on a note in the kitchen. And just making food at home more often yknow,

If you want Cookout Quesadilla -> Make it yourself

If you want Deluxe Chicken Sandwich -> Make that one sandwich you like a lot that you had at potbelly once

Not a perfect system bcus I'm thinking of food off the dome, but I just should have alternatives pasted in places that I can easily see. Also I should keep a list of food we have in the fridge. God bless I'll be at home more often this year so I can actually have some semblance of a schedule in my life.

[icleanedthisplate]

Dine-Out Meals of November 2023, Ranked

I ranked the following based on taste alone. I made no consideration for ambiance or the general dining experience or whatever. I included meals I got to go. I included food trucks, catered meals, and fast food.

Between Gold Bowl and a trip to St. Louis, I ate well this month.

Should you be interested in the pictures or reading the few words I had to say about each meal, click on the home page and scroll down or see the archives.

Premium Tasting Menu (Garlic Souffle[?], Beet Salad, Tagliolini, Venison Loin, Fried Apple Pie). The Crossing. Clayton, Missouri. 11.15.2023.

Cantonese-Style Char Siu Ramen. Gold Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.13.2023.

Roasted Duck Ramen, Crab Rangoon (shared app). Gold Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.9.2023.

Roasted Duck Ramen. Gold Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.20.2023.

Wild Burgundy Escargot (shared), Roasted Chicken. Brasserie by Niche. St. Louis, Missouri. 11.17.2023.

Harissa Avocado Bowl, Side of Roasted Eggplant. CAVA. Fayetteville, Arkansas. 11.1.2023.

Miso Ramen w/Pork. Gold Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.2.2023.

Assorted Sushi Rolls (Alaska, Furikake, others). Kemuri. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.9.2023.

Petit Jean Ranch Salad (to go). Zaza Fine Salad & Wood Oven Pizza Co. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.28.2023.

Crab Stuffed Mushrooms, Ribeye, Flourless Chocolate Torta (shared app/dessert). Eleven Eleven Mississippi. St. Louis, Missouri. 11.16.2023.

Chicken Wings w/Green Beans, Broccoli & Cheese Casserole. Platnum BBQ (River Market). Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.3.2023.

WTS Lunch (Mixed Green Salad, Pecan Crusted Chicken Breast.) 42 Bar & Table (Catering). Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.8.2023.

42 Chopped Cobb Salad. 42 Bar & Table. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.21.2023.

Chopped Sirloin w/Mashed Potatoes, Soaked Salad. Gadwall’s Grill. North Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.4.2023.

Bacon Cheeseburger w/Fries, Vanilla Milkshake. CJ’s Butcher Burger Boy. Russellville, Arkansas. 11.1.2023.

Arkansas Advocates for Children & Families Lunch (Cobb Salad, Berry Cheesecake). Doubletree Hotel Catering. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.14.2023.

Pick Two: Broccoli & Cheese Soup, Half Chicken Salad Sandwich. Blackberry Market. North Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.27.2023.

Grilled Chicken Greek Salad, Cheesecake. 42 Bar & Table (Catering). Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.10.2023.

Lox Avocado Toast. Half & Half. Clayton, Missouri. 11.16.2023.

Warm Turkey & Gouda Sandwich w/Chips. Panorama (St. Louis Museum of Art). St. Louis, Missouri. 11.17.2023.

Oven Roasted Turkey Sandwich. Potbelly (Jack Stephens Center). Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.22.2023. (No photo.)

Breakfast Buffet (Sausage, Eggs, Hash Browns, Chocolate Chip Pancakes). Seven Gables Inn. Clayton, Missouri. 11.17.2023.

Breakfast Buffet (Sausage, Cheesy Eggs, Hash Browns, French Toast). Seven Gables Inn. Clayton, Missouri. 11.18.2023.

Breakfast Buffet (Bacon, Eggs, Hash Browns). Seven Gables Inn. Clayton, Missouri. 11.16.2023.

Seafood Fajitas. Los Arcos Mexican Cuisine. Jonesboro, Arkansas. 11.15.2023.

So Fresh and So Green, Green (Smoothie). BerryBox Superfood Bar. Clayton, Missouri. 11.18.2023.

Turkey Bacon, Cheddar & Egg White Sandwich. Starbucks. Conway, Arkansas. 11.1.2023.

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A Food Lover's Guide to Delhi

Delhi, India's capital and one of its largest cities, offers an unbelievable diversity of food experiences. From fine dining restaurants to humble street food stalls, Delhi has it all when it comes to tantalizing your taste buds. The multicultural influences on the city's cuisine reflect its cosmopolitan nature. The best part is you can taste dishes from all over India without leaving Delhi. Ready to excite your palate? Here's a food lover's guide to Delhi's scrumptious culinary scene.

Local Delhi Specialties

While Delhi embraces cuisines from across India, it also has some signature dishes that reflect local flavors. Start your food tour by sampling these Delhi favorites:

Chaat - These savory snack items like gol gappa, aloo tikki, and dahi bhalla are quintessentially Delhi. The term chaat refers to the tangy, spicy flavors added through curd, chutneys and spices. Head to Bengali Market or Chandni Chowk to sample street-style chaat. 

Paranthas - Paranthas are flattened, pan-fried Indian breads, that are stuffed with a variety of fillings. Try the classic aloo parantha stuffed with spiced potatoes or paneer paranthas filled with Indian cottage cheese. Head to Paranthe Wali Gali to sample paranthas fresh off the tawa.

Chole Bhature - This dish of spicy chickpeas served with puffed up bhature is a hearty Delhi breakfast. Have it with sliced onions, green chilies, lemon wedges and chutneys. Sita Ram Diwan Chand offers an authentic chole bhature experience.

Kebabs - Delhi is synonymous with melt-in-the-mouth kebabs and grilled meats. Try kebabs at the many streetside stalls in Old Delhi or upscale restaurants like Karim's. Don't miss seekh kebabs, chicken tikka and boti kebabs.

Mughlai Cuisine

Delhi's historic connections to the Mughal empire have left a lasting influence on its cuisine. Mughlai food incorporates rich ingredients like nuts, dried fruits and spices. Dishes are complex, aromatic and delicately flavored. Try Nihari at Karim's or opt for a Mughlai feast at restaurants like Dum Pukht or Bukhara. 

Punjabi Food

As many residents have Punjabi roots, Delhi excels at hearty Punjabi fare like stuffed naans, rich curries and tandoori dishes. Check out homestyle Punjabi restaurants like Gulati and Havemore or upscale eateries like Punjabi by Nature. Dig into sarson da sa ag, makki di roti, lassi and rajma chawal.

South Indian Delicacies 

Delhi has a strong South Indian presence through its Tamil, Andhra, Keralite and Kannada communities. Head to Matunga or Amar Colony to try dosas, vadas, idlis, uttapams and more. Sagar Ratna and Saravana Bhavan are popular chains serving the best of South Indian vegetarian fare. 

Delhi Chaats

Delhi's Street Food

Every corner in Delhi has enticing street food options. Walk around Old Delhi for kebabs, chole kulche and more. Try Dilli chaat like golgappa and dahi bhalla which are ubiquitous. Visit Nizamuddin West for a taste of authentic Lucknowi biryanis. And don't miss the variety of rolls, momos and chowmein at local street stalls.

Bakeries & Desserts

Delhi has a host of Indian bakeries and mithai shops that serve up delectable Indian-style breads, cookies and sweets. Grab dessert at iconic spots like Wenger's and the Old & Famous Jalebiwala. Treat yourself to rasmalai, rabri falooda and gulab jamun from shops in Chandni Chowk. 

Fine Dining Scene

Delhi is fast emerging as a fine dining destination. Book a table at upscale or themed restaurants like Indian Accent, Bukhara or Oh! Calcutta. Opt for experimental menus at Masala Library by Jiggs Kalra or Farzi Cafe. Try regional Indian cuisines at Pind Balluchi or Potbelly. Delhi's fine dining spaces fuse global influences with Indian flavors for unique experiences.

Cafes & Pubs

Delhi has a vibrant cafe culture perfect for dining with friends and family. Head to cute standalone cafes like Big Chill or Roadhouse   

If you are live in jodhpur and you want to visit Delhi then, let me recommend you the best taxi service in jodhpur named as jodhpur cab service. Jodhpur Cab Service provides there customer best services by their chauffeur.

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June 29th, 2023: Potbelly Sandwich Shop Pizza Melt (111 E. Wacker Dr.)

The Potbelly Sandwich Shop at 111 E. Wacker Drive — the One Illinois Center building — is a hard place to find.

It is my second day in Chicago and I am wandering around the Loop desperately attempting to not look like a tourist. The key to playing a convincing local is to keep walking no matter what, because nothing screams tourist like stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and looking around for landmarks. Knowing where you're going isn't as important as LOOKING like you know where you're going, and this is why I end up circling 111 E. Wacker for fifteen minutes searching for a sandwich shop.

The person behind the counter does not look up from their work as I step forward, fully engrossed in an environment of pure sandwichmaking. They glance up after a few moments, looking at me impatiently. I realize that the movement their mouth made a second ago was probably the signal for me to order.

Amateur.

I ask for an original size pizza melt. They immediately continue their work, saying something else so quickly that I, loser I am, need to ask them to repeat themselves. "White or whole wheat bread," they say, slowly, looking up again with a face of pure derision. I ask for white and move toward the register.

This was a very rude interaction. That is a good thing.

If I go to a counter-serve sandwich shop that is both clean and busy and the person making the sandwich seems to want me to fuck off and die, it is an omen of sandwich excellence. I tipped.

The pizza melt did not disappoint. Pizza-themed sandwiches are often unpleasant lumps of soggy bread and cheese, but the menu description listed pepperoni, capicola, meatballs, mushrooms, marinara, and provolone — enough that I was willing to gamble on it. I don't regret it; the balance was good, with just enough sauce to be noticeable without drenching the bread and letting the pepperoni and capicola drive the flavor profile. The choice to use provolone instead of the typical mozzarella is an excellent choice, since you can actually taste provolone in a sauce-heavy sandwich, but the meatballs were on the bland side, which is important in what is essentially a meatball parm with extra fixings.

Overall a very good sandwich that I would absolutely order again. It was a bit over $10 after tax.

Now, we don't have Potbelly on the east coast. I had never heard of it before it popped up on Google Maps. Its location in the basement of a big corporate skyscraper meant that this probably wasn't a mom and pop hole-in-the-wall, but I refused to look up its reputation until after I had tried it, something I was rarely able to avoid back in Philly. The takeaway? I wish all notorious sandwich chains were this good. Imagine paying ten bucks at a Jersey Mike's and walking away satisfied. What a world.

[darkangelfreesoul]

The first is a graphic design for a facial mask. The Complementary Color in yellow and purple communicates each very well to represent the Slogan and important information to customers.

The second design is for a potato chips. The Analogous Colors in red represent the color of a sweet potato. The darker brown in the background helps emphasize the light red for the Logo and shapes of actual potato chips.

The third design is for the mint OREO package. The blue color is a classic OREO color and the green color emphasize the mint flavor for customers. It also gives customers a cool feeling when seeing the mint green.

The fourth design is a menu for Raising Cane's Chicken Finger Restaurant. The red gives a strong feeling of passion and love when seeing the menu. I really like this menu poster; it emphasizes the enthusiasm of the employees and the positive for the brand.

The fifth design is for a guide to Grand Rapids. The combination of yellow and black is my favorite color combination. It is not only the color for batman (my favorite superhero) but also helps emphasize the text no matter which one is in the background. It makes so easy for readers to read without making it dazzle.

The sixth design is for the Logo of Target. The closed circle is an element of closure. The bullseye icon communicates with the name of Target.

The seventh design is for the board game Dungeons & Dragons. The logo has an active figure-ground relationship. It depends on how you see the symbol "&". It can be either a "&" or a dragon which represents the name of Dragons.

The eighth design is for the restaurant "Potbelly Sandwiches Works". The logo is a potbelly stove with a text says our hero which represents the potbelly stoves invention in the 19th century. This graphic design tries to look like something historical in order to communicate the invention in the 19th century.

[safehaven2]

You ain't seeing things! That's right, you're looking at the biggest ballgut you've ever seen! It's a combined effort though! It took a big pig like me and a delicious three-course meal that used to be my nephews. This huge jug of fat is made of Trevor, Gary and Benji, the tastiest boys an Uncle could ask for.

It all started when I was coming over to visit my brother for once and the bastard wasn't even home. The boys had been left for the weekend to fend for themselves since they were all at least in college and they'd been taking over the house with their musk and odors. As soon as I knocked on the door and the youngest, Benji, let me in, I was sure that I was about to have one last family reunion.

Now, I've always wanted to eat my nephews and their was no chance of them not ending up on my waist, but I couldn't help myself any longer and my brother wasn't here to stop me. Benji was right next to me and his lithe, athletic body didn't have a shirt on and he smelled like he hadn't showered in a while. I couldn't control myself and I pinned him against the wall, licking him up and down the face as I got a taste for my next prey. Benji didn't fight back or freak out, instead he moaned in response and went slack as if he was letting me have him, which worked great for me.

I gave Benji a long kiss and shoved his head past my lips while held his elbows against his side. Benji was just an appetizer, so I didn't take much time with him and swallowed him down my gullet up to his navel. He hadn't struggled much as my prey and it was easy to take his pants off too, then it hit me that Benji wanted to be eaten and I patted my stomach that his head had just entered for the willing meal. Young boys have needs with their precious cocks and I needed to have that extra cum flavor, so when I had Benji's dick on my tongue, I savored and played with him until he blew his creamy load. After that, I gulped the last of my nephew down and he soon entered my gut fully and curled up inside me.

With Benji's addition, my shirt became to tight to keep on and I had to go shirtless now. I rubbed the new mound that was my family, then licked my lips in preparation for the main course and went in search of the middle nephew and ex-lifter, Gary. Gary had been packing on the pounds for a while and had been getting fat too lately, possibly because he learned how to eat people like his dad and me. Either way, he was on the menu today and I don't let my prey get away.

I waddled myself up to the game room, finding Gary laid out on the couch with a bunch of beer bottles and pizza boxes around him. Drool coming out of my lips, I quickly stripped him down naked and took a moment to admire his form, his year of muscle building still framed his body and the new fat layered it softly while pooling in a soft hanging tummy. The only thought in my head was how delicious it's going to be to eat my nephew and how fat I'd get from getting him in my gut. I rubbed young Benji and warned him to make room for his brother and not to fight and get along once he's with us.

Before Gary could stir, I got to his feet and hungrily started feeding him to myself while I savored his taste. This nephew was an outdoorsy type and it showed through the sweat and stiff muscles in his legs, eliciting a voracious moan from me as I swallowed his knees into my mouth. I kept inching down his body, excited to reach his soft potbelly and have it stuffed inside my potbelly. I could feel Benji shifting on my waist when I plopped Gary's butt in my mouth, meaning my stomach had already started claiming my next meal.

While some find eating challenges daunting, I didn't and the prospect of shoving my nephews fat gut in my mouth was exhilarating. When I got to the soft sack, I suckled on Gary as I got all the sides of his pudgy in my maw before I took a deep swallow and gulped him down past his navel toward his moobs. Having all this soft meat in my mouth had me moaning in gluttony, both upsetting Benji and waking up Gary who was pretty groggy. Quickly I took a few more deep gulps and held up Gary's arms until I had him trapped in me up to his neck. I heard him start to question what was going on and I held back from chuckling, deciding that fulfilling my dream feast was more important and pushed his head down into my greedy gullet. I slurped down his muscular arms like thick sausage links until I had his fingers slipping down my throat and into my growing tank.

Gary settled in my belly with a heavy weight and I could tell he was pressing Benji to the sides of our belly, because his outline was perfectly visible. I rubbed the curves of my appetizer and tried to press him back in, forcing Gary to rearrange himself to give his brother space. Then I felt a weird bit of shuffling between them, then they started squirming like crazy like they were fighting over something before I felt a rhythmic movement. I gripped and felt over my gut, but it felt like there was only Gary inside now, unless Benji was somewhere I couldn't feel.

I hadn't lost any food, but it didn't feel the same not having Benji and Gary pressed together in me. I told my meat to play nicely while they digest, then I went back to the kitchen to look for my dessert, Trevor. Trevor was the oldest of my nephews and he was a bodybuilder that trained constantly to build up muscle on his 260+ lb. body, making him the perfect beefcake to have for a treat.

I waddled my way past the living room and found Trevor drinking a protein shake, dropping it upon seeing how good I looked with his brothers in me. He tried to stutter out some kind of question, but I closed the distance between us and pinned him against the wall with our family in my tank. Not caring to wait much longer to finish my feast, I ripped Trevor's clothes off and grabbed the back of his meaty head. He tried pleading with me, but anything stopping me from eating went on deaf ears as I opened my jaws wide to encompass his beefy shoulders.

Trevor was the only struggling prey tonight and unfortunately for him, I had more than enough energy to get my meat. Once he was in the back of my mouth and my esophagus dragged him into my throat, I worked on putting this hefty guy where he belonged. His broad back and meaty pec slabs were disappearing into me quickly while the jock tried to escape, but holding his wrist to his sides were keeping him still enough for me to work on. I pulled Trevor on top of my distended gut and kept gorging on my prey until I got down to his navel, feeling a weird sensation in my stomach that wasn't Trevor settling into his forever home.

I took another gulp and I felt something pull Trevor down after I swallowed, almost like someone else was helping me eat him. Or eating him himself! Fuck, did Gary eat Benji inside me and now he's eating Trevor too? Fattening up a pred by feeding him while he's already been eaten by a more Alpha Pred, how greedy could you be? Fuck it, I'm very fucking greedy! I gave an understanding slap to my gut, cheering on my nephew for turning us into Russian nesting dolls.

Not wanting to stop the greatest act of gluttony I've ever committed, I picked my Trevor and let gravity finish him off. I swallowed him down my throat in tandem with Gary, rubbing my growing belly full of another growing belly like a well-fed pig. Strong thighs, then sculpted calves disappeared slowly into my jaws until I wrapped my lips around his ankles and left only his feet outside of me. I wanted to savor the final swallow before I finished my three-course feast, but Gary had other ideas and he wanted the rest of his brothers enough to forcefully swallow Trevor using me as a conduit. I felt my prey's feet get sucked into my mouth then instinctively swallowed, sealing my nephew to his doom as his brother finished him off.

I had three college boys inside my stomach right now but you could only tell there was one, since he was full of the other two. I gave Gary a jostle as I bounced him around, playing with my soon-to-be ball belly and celebrating another good dinner. I had a gut full of one nephew that was stuffed with two more like a double stuffed burrito.

This level of gluttony was making my cock harder than its ever been and I could in no way reach my crotch, but feeling Gary move around was getting me there. After a few more slaps and squeezing my nephew-prey, I felt my cock bust its load and I finally let out monstrous burp that shook me a bit. Before I could admire my soon-to-be belly fat, I felt a huge rush of air in me and guessed that was Gary belching up his meat's oxygen. I nearly came a second time as I belched up my nephew's belch, giving me a new fetish that would be impossible to replicate.

Now that I'd gotten my food settled in, I went and got a camera to take a picture of my victory dinner. My dream to eat my nephews had finally happened and it went even greater than I could imagine! Now all that's left to do is wait for my brother to come home and give him a warm Family Reunion! I can't wait to eat my bro too and add him to this hungry hog's massive gut!

[roqueminipig]

Déjate de fotos y pon mi cuenco de comida en el suelo, que se me hace la boca agua. (Menú: un calabacín, dos kakis, y una piara kiwis) . . . #cerdito #minipig #cerditovietnamita #cena #menu #mascota #mascotas #animales #piglife #potbellypig #potbelly #petoftheday #petstagram #piglet #dinnertime #feedme #followme #cuteanimals (en Madrid, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI9KtXSphHV/?igshid=1uqpjjit9e7v0

[pigsiescribe]

Prego Vs Hangry Part 2

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"Compass Rose," James muttered the name of the establishment painted on the door he was holding open for Dr. Joy, Nurse Juke and Nurse Frye. It was a quaint establishment that served iconic dishes from around the country. It was a bit late in the evening, so their party had missed the dinner rush. James could already feel some of the tension leaving his body as they settled at an empty table made of repurposed wood.

Now, Nurse Frye and Nurse Juke, James felt comfortable with. Dr. Joy, not as much. She worked in a different wing of the hospital, so their paths did not cross very often. Of the few times they did interact, James could tell she was the Take Charge type of woman. He had nothing against that; his mother had a similar personality. Dr. Joy... Something about her just didn't sit right with James.

"Good evening, merry medics." A jovial waiter arrived at their table and began handing out menus. "Wou--?"

"Excuse me," Dr. Joy cut him off. "For future reference, you should really hand the menus to those of us who are pregnant first," putting special emphasis on the word "pregnant." She was early in her second trimester, so it wasn't particularly obvious she was pregnant. Her midsection could easily be mistaken for a modest potbelly.

James was taken aback by her declaration, but tried to give her the benefit of a doubt. Perhaps this was just her way of spreading the good news. It was her first child, so she must be quite excited.

"My apologies," the waiter bowed his head, "and may I offer my congratulations." Dr. Joy looked quite pleased. "What would you four like to drink today?"

Once drinks were ordered, James looked over the menu, trying to find the cheapest options. Lower cost meant less food, but he wasn't the one paying for the meal. He could fix himself a snack when he got home.

"Lets order the meat and cheese platter to start off with," Dr. Joy declared. Nurse Juke sighed; she was lactose intolerant. Nurse Frye looked lost for words. James knew she didn't eat certain meats. Maybe Dr. Joy was unaware?

"What about the Forest Floor platter?" James suggested. It was composed of fruits, vegetables, and nuts.

"But I want meat and cheese."

That's all she had to say? "I understand, but a platter is meant to be shared with the group. Both Juke and Frye have dietary restrictions that go against the meat and cheese platter. There ARE single serving options with meat and cheese." James pointed at them on his menu.

Dr. Joy furrowed her brow slightly. "I take it you don't have children, Dr. Marker?"

"No, I do not."

"A mother, then. Do you have one?"

"Yes." Where was she going with this?

"Would you deny her of her cravings?"

James fought the urge to remind Dr. Joy that his mother was a pureblood vampire and would have little-to-no interest in cured meat and cheese. "I never said you can't have the platter, if that is what you desire. You can have the meat and cheese platter while the nurses and I can share the Forest Floor platter."

Her brow furrowed even more. Clearly, that wasn't the response she wanted to hear. "Fine," she huffed at last. "Forest Floor platter."

For somebody who wanted meat and cheese, Dr. Joy took to the fruits, vegetables, and nuts with an unusual amount of gusto. Now, James wasn't as skilled with mental math as his wife, but from his perspective, Dr. Joy was taking more than her fair share of the platter. It could have been his imagination, but it seemed every other time one of the nurses or James reached to grab some food, Dr. Joy would snatch it at the last minute.

Dr. Joy also tended to dominate the conversation; mostly about her current pregnancy. James kept quiet, as he was male and childless, and tuned out most of it. One statement, however, caught his attention.

"Maybe if you'd done the same, you wouldn't have had that miscarriage," Dr. Joy said pointedly to Nurse Frye. The poor woman popped a few dried cherries in her mouth. Appalled, James placed a comforting hand on top of Nurse Frye's. Even HE knew that was not a topic to be taken lightly.

I'm beginning to see why I was invited, James slowly realized. What exactly was he supposed to do about Dr. Joy? He was taught to be patient and respectful with pregnant women, but since he didn't know her well, it was hard to determine if this was Dr. Joy being hormonal or being plain rude.

EEEUUGH~ SOMETHING WET AND STICKY! James thought after absentmindedly touching something under the table. "Excuse me for a moment," he politely declared to his tablemates before making a beeline to the restrooms.

Upon his return, he discovered that a couple of the main courses had been served; his and Nurse Frye's. Except someone was eating his main course.

James grabbed Dr. Joy's fork hand and twisted it back; not enough to hurt her arm, but enough to prevent her from taking another bite. Then, left hand on his heart and the most polite smile he could muster, he stated in an icy, business-like tone: "Dr. Joy, I understand you are pregnant and thus require a surplus of nutrients for your child. However..." He took a short, deep breath to avoid raising his voice. "That does not excuse the fact that you are eating MY meal."

Was this petty? He honestly didn't care. James may not be starving after the appetizer, but there was no doubt Dr. Joy could hear his stomach quietly grumbling in her ear.

"I'm pregnant!" Dr. Joy remarked, wriggling her wrist out of his grip. "You can't expect me to WAIT for my food to arrive. I should have been served first! It's just common courtesy."

"I don't think you know anything about common courtesy, ma'am. Otherwise, you would know not to take things that don't belong to you, which is the very definition of theft. If I included the manager of this fine establishment into this discussion, do you think they would take kindly to your petty excuses?"

THAT scared her. James glanced at what was supposed to be his meal of grilled chicken, rice, and green beans. Dr. Joy had eaten about a third of it already.

"If you do not wish for me to summon a manager, then I propose a trade. You shall have the rest of my meal to nourish yourself and your child, and I will partake of your meal when it arrives."

Dr. Joy looked to the nurses, who were both trying to hide or contain their smirks. She looked around the rest of the diner. Nobody seemed all that interested in their situation, except a couple staff members keeping an eye on their table from afar. No one was jumping to her defense.

"Try not to choke on it," Dr. Joy snapped before continuing to chow down on James' food.

In a way, their switch was rather fortuitous. What James REALLY wanted was the meatloaf with a side of mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus (a western dish), but it was also one of the more expensive meals. He avoided ordering it as a courtesy to Nurse Juke and her wallet. The waiter was a bit confused seeing Dr. Joy eating James' food, until it was explained they decided to switch because she was "pregnant."

"Are you going to be able to finish all of that?" Nurse Frye asked, her eyes bulging at the proportions on the dish.

"Oh, honey," Nurse Juke smirked. "Never underestimate Dr. Marker at the end of a long day."

***

"I cannot thank you enough, James," Nurse Juke declared. At the end of their meal (which included dessert), Nurse Juke had explained the terms of James' meal to Dr. Joy so, by principle, Dr. Joy wound up paying for James' meatloaf dish. Not only was she forced to eat something she didn't order, she had to pay for someone else's food! The expectant mother left once the bill had been paid, warning James not to get his wife pregnant if he was going to treat her so cruelly. The other three decided on a short walk around the local park to chat and let their food settle before parting ways. During that walk, Nurse Juke explained that Dr. Joy had been acting like she was a god ever since her conception, which made meals particularly unbearable. If one dared to contradict her in any way, she would accuse them of being cruel and selfish to a pregnant woman.

"My stomach and I are happy to help," James replied, his coat hanging open. A gentle warmth had washed over him with his full belly, making the cold of the night a bit more bearable.

"I'm still surprised you were able to eat all of that in one sitting," Nurse Frye commented, tilting her head to get a better look at his midsection. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Do you want to conduct an abdominal exam?" Nurse Juke asked playfully. James opened his coat more, giving Nurse Frye a better view of how well fed he was.

"Jada! He's MARRIED."

"My wife isn't going to care," James assured her. It had become a thing among his friends and family for someone to give his belly a little pat or rub at the end of a particularly good meal.

Nurse Frye considered him for a moment. She almost looked tempted to satisfy that curiosity. "I'll just trust your gut."

***

"Starlight~ I bring fair tidings from Jada; the most decadent chocolate cake of the Compass Rose diner," James announced as he entered his adobe, setting the cake down on a nearby table so that he could hang his coat.

"How generous," Kiara smiled as she approached him. She draped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss, unintentionally making his belly grumble from the sudden pressure. "Oh, excuse me, sir," she turned her attention to his midsection, stroking the sides gently. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Were you baking?" The house smelled of cinnamon and sugar.

"I thought I would make you and your little friend here a treat," Kiara explained, still exploring the expanse of his belly with gentle strokes.

"Well, luckily, dessert goes into a different stomach." James pointed to a spot below his ribcage that wasn't quite distended. "Besides, I would hate for your hard work to go to waste."

"Where else would it go then?" Kiara teased with a couple gentle pats around his waist before pulling in closer until she could feel his butt. "I wouldn't mind if a little bit more went back here."

"You're hilarious." James rolled his eyes playfully and gave his wife one more kiss.

"If we ever have children, they should have your cute butt."

"I will take that into consideration." One more kiss, and the two of them made their way to the dining room to enjoy their respective desserts and share about their days.

[sugar-plump-gal]

1/4 Femori

1: starter belly and/or superchub 4: oblivious to the weight gain

Femori is neither the most aware of her surroundings, self aware, or otherwise aware of things in general. She's the first to admit how easily anything and everything can escape her notice, so it's never that much of a surprise when she doesn't catch on to changes in her appearance.

Usually that just means how long her hair has gotten, or that she's gotten taller, or that her thighs are so muscular that flexing them tears right through her old jeans.

In this case, it's the small potbelly she's developed. Things have been slower at the diner, but she'll fall asleep if she isn't doing anything so she's taken to cooking whenever there's time to kill. Obviously, she can't let that food go to waste, so she'll eat it if there still aren't any customers!

She hasn't been stuffing herself by any means, but their menu is pretty dense on the calories, and having what's basically an extra three meals a day isn't the sort of thing her body can just shrug off. After weeks of snacking to kill time, her almost toned stomach has gotten just soft enough that her sides almost look like the very pancakes that have helped them grow so large. Her belly hangs over her belt by almost an inch and her lower half, ever the calorie hog, has gotten even larger than normal, only barely fitting in a uniform that used to be loose.

Still, Femori hasn't noticed a thing, her head in the clouds while she prepares her fifth consecutive breakfast that day.

[love-sweet-tooth]

Doughnuts

Last one for double dip. I kind of got onto a roll with them. I really could have taken this drabble and turned it into a oneshot but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe I’ll write a longer version of it next month. What do you guys think?

Fandom: Voltron / Pairing: Klance / Prompts: Quarantine and taste tester / Words: 958

Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.

Keith leaned against the counter top across from Lance, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lance’s t-shirts. He’d put on a little bit of quarantine weight. Nothing Lance would have noticed and nothing he couldn’t lose once they were allowed out into the world again.

When everything started shutting down due to COVID-19, Keith and Lance made the decision to quarantine together. They were a few days shy of their six months anniversary and so helplessly in love with each other, they weren’t sure they’d survive the pandemic without the other’s touch. But, where Keith was lucky and was able to work from home, Lance was required to help his family at their bakery.

“Try this,” he said to Keith, plopping a blue box down beside his boyfriend one day after work. The words McClain Bakery were written in thick, cursive font across the lid.

When Keith opened the box, he was greeted by the smell of warm vanilla and almonds. A single doughnut was in the center. It looked edible enough but that didn’t stop Keith from raising a brow.

Lance was the bakery’s barista and hardly ever dabbled in baked goods.

“It’s not poisonous, I swear. It’s just, with business extremely slow right now, I figured we should try to mix up the menu,” he explained, sitting across from Keith.

Keith’s gaze slid back to the doughnut. “Vanilla and almond are… mixing it up?”

“This is just one of the many flavors I have in mind. Change doesn’t happen overnight.”

“And it’s edible?”

Lance fixed him with a glare. “Just eat it, ass hat.”

Slowly, but surely, Keith raised the doughnut to his lips and took a small bite. The dryness struck him first however the rich vanilla was enough to make it at least somewhat enjoyable. “This is your first attempt, right?” Lance’s gaze narrowed, making Keith squirm. “I - it’s good, really. Lance, it’s good.”

“But…”

“It’s dry.” Then, hoping to soften the blow, he took another bite. “Not enough that it’s bad. I really like the vanilla.”

That quelled Lance’s anger. He deflated, sinking back in his chair, before leaping up. “I’ll grab you some milk, as long as you want the rest.”

Keith, wanting to keep his boyfriend, eagerly nodded.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Keith continued to taste test for Lance. At first it started as a few times a week but quickly became more frequent. One doughnut turned into two, two turned into three. Keith went from eating half of a doughnut to eating three in one sitting. And the doughnuts, thankfully, got better.

“I’ve come a long way from vanilla and almonds, huh?” Lance asked two months later. He was prideful and Keith couldn’t disagree. He was steadily improving. To the extent that Keith was starting to get cravings for them on days Lance didn’t bring any home.

He leaned against the counter top across from Lance, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lance’s t-shirts. He’d put on a little bit of quarantine weight. Nothing Lance would have noticed and nothing he couldn’t lose once they were allowed out into the world again.

Licking the strawberry frosting off of his fingertips, he agreed, “How many flavors are you thinking of coming up with?”

“I don’t know. Depends on how long quarantine goes on for.”

As much as that answer sent a thrill through Keith, he also felt a pang of worry. He was starting to really like the doughnuts. He couldn’t say so much for his waistline. But he was sure that part of him could just deal with it. It’s not like quarantine would go on forever.

A week or so later and sweatpants were all Keith could fit into and, even then, they were digging into his hips more every day. He had sprouted a double chin and, only after Lance playfully poked at his middle did he notice his potbelly.

He worked five days a week for eight hours a day and the one time he ventured to the gym (which was now opened), he witnessed several people refusing to wear masks. Not to mention all the side glances he received from all the regulars he saw. He had put on fifteen pounds, not sprouted wings.

Halfway through summer, he finally caved and bought new pants. Both jeans and sweats. At that point, Lance was giving him half a dozen doughnuts a day. He’d usually eat them after dinner when they cuddled together watching TV. They weren’t dry anymore.

“As light as these are, they really sit in your stomach, you know,” Keith finally commented one night. He sat back on the sofa, the box of doughnuts empty and discarded. He had adjusted his new sweats so that the waistband was under his growing gut. He hadn’t checked the scale recently but he knew this was more than just fifteen pounds.

Worry sparkled in Lance’s eyes, making Keith want to eat his words. “I don’t have to bring you as many anymore. Maybe just the new flavors - or improvements,” he said.

Keith shifted. Despite how stuffed he was, he still felt his whole body wobble from the movement. “No, it isn’t that. I like the doughnuts. It’s just…” Was now the time to point the very obvious fact out to Lance that he had put on quarantine weight?

“They can be really filling,” Lance said, before he could come to a decision. Reaching out, he ran a soothing hand across Keith’s middle. He had to bite his tongue to stop the moan that threatened to pass his lips. “Does this help?”

He silently nodded, his face puffy and red from both the doughnuts and Lance.

The next night when Lance brought home more doughnuts, he didn’t even ask Keith if he wanted his belly rubbed. He just started doing it. It happened the next night, the following night, the rest of the week. Keith stopped suppressing his moans when he touched him and Lance started adding more doughnuts in every box.

[mask131]

BFG reimagined: The Nine Evil Giants

I have already reimagined many times Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Why not then see if I can put my mind to some of his other works?

And immediately inspiration struck down - the Big Friendly Giant! It is not one of my favorite books of Dahl, but I have to admit it has a strong charm and the uniqueness of some of Dahl's most typical tales. It already received two different movie adaptations, one animated and one live-action/cgi, and it has room for new ideas.

More precisely, I want to reimagine one set of characters from the story : the nine evil giants.

For those of you unaware of it, the book deals with a little girl meeting the "Big Friendly Giant", a kind and lovable giant who is a peaceful vegeterian and gives humans good dreams at night. However, he is actually an "oddity" among his kind - because the species he belongs to, the Giants, are all cruel and nasty man-eaters who enjoys nothing more than violence and sadism. Outside of the BFG, there are nine giants. Like the BFG, they live in the "Giant Country" or "Land of Gianst", a mysterious land not present on any map but that can be reached if one knows the correct way.

The nine giants have a life with a binary rythm, organized between them sleeping and lazing about in the Giant Country, and them going into the human world to kidnap people and devour them (either in the human world or in the Giant Land). Each of them has a nasty name, and each has apparently a different method for kidnapping humans ("human beans" as they call them, a deformation of "human beings") - though we only hear of two.

The giants are in the book all described as hairy and with a sunburned skin (due to the country of giants being basked in crude and harsh sunlight), but I will actually ditch this concept to allow for more diversity (plus, the animated movie made them pale-skinned, so...). I will keep the idea that they are all big, large and fat in a way, even the thinnest one having a potbelly (due to their main characteristic being devourers constantly eating and sleeping).

In the book, it is specified that they are roughly around fifty feet tall (15 meters high), the smallest being 39 feet tall (12 meters) (and even him being taller than the BFG giant). I don't know if I will keep this exact height for the giants, or change them a bit, I need to think about it...

Anyway, enough talk, here is my reinterpretation of the nine evil giants!

A) Gizzardgulper

In the book, we get to hear how this giant devours people. It is explained that Gizzardgulper is a "city giant" who usually lays on the rooftops, silent and sneaky, not moving and watching closely as the humans walk in the streets below. When he sees one that seems delicious, he picks them up from the street and immediately gobble them up. He explains he likes it, because it is like "picking from a menu". In later adaptations, Gizzardgulper is identified as the "smallest of the giants" and I would like to keep this idea.

I actually imagine Gizzardgulper looking like a gargoyle (to fit with how he waits on the rooftops). He probably has cat or hawk-like eyes because it is mentionned he has a good view and he can see clearly in the "dusk" and "twilight" times (when he goes to hunt). The mention of his hand being "quite fast" in the book also gave me the following idea : Gizzardgulper actually has extendable arms and an extendable neck, a mix of the Hammerheads from Oz and Scylla from Greek mythology. When he sees someone, his arm extend rapidly to pick the person, or his neck extends so that he can chew the person right ahead, and all that so fast no one can see it clearly.

I imagined he got his name because while waiting for the perfect prey he likes to devour the birds that would be on rooftops (gizzard being a stomach muscle of the birds) - a trait that actually the living gargoyles in Terry Pratchett's Discworld also have.

Edit: Another idea I had for him was that he looked like a sort of humanoid cameleon, with bulging eyes, an ability to have his skin blend with the color of the roof he sits on, and a longue tongue he spits to snatch people away from the street.

B) Bonecruncher

In the book, we know that this giant got his name because he likes to crunch "two people" each night for diner, munching them so that their bones are crunched loudly. It is also mentionned that he eats exclusively (well almost exclusively) Turkish people, because humans from Turkey tastes... well, like juicy turkeys. (In the book, it is mentionned that for Giants each human tastes a different thing, Panama people taste like hats, Welsh taste like fish, Danish people like dogs and Jersey people like cardigans - this is why for exemple the Giants never eat Greek people, because they taste like grease).

Due to this mention of him eating two people each diner (hinting at him eating "twice" than the others) and liking people tasting like "juicy turkeys" I imagine the Bonecruncher as the gluttonous giant of the group, the fattest of them all, obese. Just like in the original book he is dirty (probably due to his sloppy eating covering him in dryed blood and bits of flesh) and only wearing a lointcloth (no other clothes able to fit him). He has a very, very large mouth, filled with teeths that are actually big, large and square, not pointy at all, teeth made for crunching flesh and breaking bones. His mouth is in fact so big and his eyes and nose so small it seems he only has a mouth for a face.

C) Maidmasher

In the original book we don't know much about this Giant, except that he found a school filled with little girls he was eager to devour.

I imagine him to be a Giant who prefers eating women and girls over male humans, and who also enjoys eating them as "mash" just like one would eat mashed potatoes. I also imagine him to be the "dandy" of the group, taking female clothes such as soiree dresses, wedding dresses and little girls clothes, and sewing them into a sort of "dandy" outfit. I imagine him to be very creepy, very thin, with long, slender and crooked limbs, and a large but thin smiling mouth filled with small teeth (that's why he likes to mash people). But of course, despite how thin he is, he has a potbelly - like all the Giants who are known to be hungry devourers.

In fact, I imagine him as looking like the Crooked Man from the Conjuring movies (with a bit of inspiration from the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth, except with less falling skin).

I even thought of giving him a sort of small crudely made "hammer" made of metal and a rock, to smash people to a pulp (that would for exemple replace the umbrella the Crooked Man has).

D) Butcher Boy

We don't know anything about him in the book. For my interpretation, I actually took a lot of inspiration from the latest movie, because this iteration of the Butcher Boy really spoke to me.

Butcher Boy is the "youngest looking" of the Giants, because he actually looks like a giant chubby baby. Not that he is a baby or a child thought, he is an evil... "adult" you could say, like the other giants. But he looks like a giant baby - and acts a bit childish and immature. He is wearing a circus tent (that he likes because it is colorful, and it was from a famous feasting day he devoured an entire circus, including performers, audience and animals). He also likes to take away cars from roads and trains from rails, to then empty their content in his gullet before keeping the cars and trains as "toys". He is also known as the Butcher Boy because he likes to cut, dismember and slice his victims like a butcher would - merely out of a cruel "childish" joy of playing.

E) Childchewer

We don't know much about this giant in the book, except the fact that he enjoys children more because they are soft, and that he hates old people that he thinks as "tough".

I decided to have him be the "sea giant". You see, in the book, the BFG mentions that from time to time the Giants hide in the sea, and when no one is looking, they have a huge hand rise out of the sea and take someone away from the beach.

I imagined this was the childchewer method of hunting - he goes to the most touristic and popular beaches during the holidays, and snatches children away from it (it is extremely easy especially with how crowded beaches get nowadays). As a result, I imagined him being covered in dried-up salt, seashells and algae. I also thought of maybe him having a shark-like mouth or face - but he definitively also has a wild and thick green mane and green beard, looking like masses of algae. [This is a reference to the Green Fisherman in Pinocchio, a giant who wants to eat the puppet].

F) Meatdripper

The book actually details us the method of hunting of the Meatdripper - he disguises himself as a tree in parks, so that when family go for a picnic under him he devours them all.

Taking from this description, I imagine the Meatdripper as being a giant covered in fur that may be mistaken for moss, and having numerous horns (probably deer-like antlers) that are mistaken for branches. I thought also of maybe him having multiple arms, or more fingers than five on his hands, to further emulate the "branch" feeling. His skin is also a dark brown, the color of the bark of trees.

I thought that he is named the "Meatdripper" because he likes to hang the meat of his victims on his antlers, to let them "drip", because he likes dry or smoked meat better.

G) Manhugger

We don't know much of Manhugger outside of the fact that he has "long arms and big feet". I noticed a lot of times the Giants were depicted as having huge hands and feet, and I went with it.

Manhugger looks like a giant Sasquach, an enormous Yeti, but more of all a titanic Bigfoot. (In the animated movie, one of the giants looked like a giant ape/orangutan, and there are other reinterpretations covering the giants in fur). He is like this giant ape/orangutan/gorilla humanoid being, with enormous hands and feet. In fact his "hugging" is actually crushing humans in his hands or under his feet. He is the most muscular and brutal of the group, and also probably the dummer. (I was a bit inspired for him by the Abominable Snowman from the Looney Tunes cartoon, an insane creature who just wants to hug people).

H)  Bloodbottler

In the book, this giant is said to be the "second in command" of the story, and he is among the smartest of the giants. We also know he enjoys drinking blood, and that he particularly likes English people because of their "inky-booky" taste.

For this one, I decided to start with the idea of a giant drinking blood... I took from the musical the idea that he kept blood in small bottles at his belt. I also decided to have him look like a monstrous version of Count Orlock - bald, pale, with a lot of pointy, monstrous teeth. Basically, he is a giant vampire. I also thought of having him be basically an obscure and evil version of the BFG - just like him he has a cape that he uses to hide himself at night, but his is made from the flesh-turned-leather of his victims (since he only cares about crushing their bones and drinking their blood).

In the book, the BFG mentions that often the Giants just go in town at night to snatch people out by their windows, straight out of their bed. And I think this is Bloodbottler's tactic - as an evil parody of the BFG, he walks in cities or on the countryside at night, searching for chimneys, open windows, lose doors, and snatching people out of their bedrooms. (Again, reinforcing the vampire idea).

I) Fleshlumpeater

The final of the nine giant. Said to be the tallest, largest, biggest and most horrible of them all - he is also their leader.

He is the cruelest, wickedest, most brutal of the giants. Or at least, he seems so. Actually he is not the most intelligent, nor the most violent, he is simply the biggest and scariest of them all, but actually he is more of a coward. Like his siblings he shares a fear of the famous "giant killers" that are Jack and David, but he also has an additional phobia of snakes (probably because he heard of Jormungandr one day and fears being eaten by something bigger than him).

For his appearance, I was heavily inspired by his iconic look in the animated movie - but I added to it elements of Balor from Irish mythology, cyclops of Greek mythology, and of the giant from "Time Bandits".

As I mentionned, he is the tallest, largest and biggest of the giants, a true mountain. As a result, to hunt he usually snatches entirely planes out of the sky or cruise ships from the ocean. He is covered in fierce tribal-like and war-like tattoos. He has only one eye in his head, but an ugly and terrifying eye. He has tusks, and his fingernails are long and pointy, almost like birds talons or an animal's claws. He also wears a crown made of an old ship (and probably adorned with electric poles - this idea comes from an unused concept art for the most recent BFG movie. In said concept arts, the giant dressed with human elements, having crowns of electric poles, wearing cars as collars, and having a huge cape made of truck's tires put together like a chainmail).

And there you have it! The nine evil giants of BFG reinterpreted! What do you think?

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Birly Benson Mobile Bio

The Farm Boy

Name: Birly Benson

Age: 27 Years

Race: Demi-Human (Cow)

Gender: Male

Occupation: Farmer

Backstory: Resulting from a side-project from one of CDM’s scientist, Birly is one of the few natural born demi-humans, not that he knew until his more bovine features began to sprout out, along with his appetite when he became an adult. Thankfully he’s made himself at home in Churndale’s Countryside

Hair Color and style: curly ginger hair that’s long enough to hide his eyes

Skin Color: Sun kissed Tan

Height: 7'2

Weight: roughly 400lbs

Bodyshape: Large, soft, and heavyset, with a very prevalent potbelly and a bit of muscle that only shows up when he uses them, also toting a wide ass that spans out about 20 inches each cheek

Cock and Sack Size: 18 inches length and 8 inches in width cock and a pair of nuts that span 10 inches each

Usual Clothing: white t-shirt and overalls

Personality: Usually very kind and hardworking, Birly always tries to make folks feel welcomed, especially when they’re at his home to a point where it borders on being naive, but the bull boy does know when to push back, just ask those college kids who thought it was funny to tip his cattle and ended up as fertilizer

Notable Traits: Has two bovine horns sticking out of the sides of his head with each spanning out about 10 inches, also has a lengthy bovine tail that sticks out just above his wide rump and is about three feet long, has bovine ears and also has lots of freckles

Pred/Prey Ratio: 70/30

On the menu: No

Items of note: A nearly unlimited supply of milk