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UncleLarry's feast. Originalstory by chubbymenvore.

"Food's all ready boys! Come and get it!" Larry heard his brother call from the dining room.

"Oh good. C'mon Uncle Larry! I'm starving and this belly won't feed itself." His youngest nephew Wil said as he got up from the couch.

"Heh comin boy." Larry chuckled as he hoisted his large frame off the couch. He grabbed for remote and shut off the 'Digestion Wrestling League' match they were watching.

Larry was visiting his brother and his nephews for his brother's birthday. He was a big guy, and much like his brother and his nephews, a gluttonous hog. Their entire family were always big eaters, and when a celebration was in order, they called a catering service to prepare a feast. His brother Kent was turning the big five o today, so his sons had come home to celebrate with him.

Larry, or Uncle Larry as he was known to his nephews, was 48 years old. He was well over 350 lbs and gaining. His older brother Kent was slightly bigger at probably around 380, but he had the advantage of being a cop and getting to eat criminals and drunkards several times a week. His nephews were just like their dad, all of them voracious beasts when it came to food and had the appetites to show for it.

Larry walked into the dining room to see the large table overloaded with a literal mountain of food stacked several feet in the air. There was everything from Chinese food containers, pizzas, burritos, subs, burgers, chickens, fish, cakes, pies, ice cream, turkeys, and even a large roast pig. His brother Kent was standing at the other end of the table with a huge grin on his face, slowly rubbing over his huge rumbling belly.

"Wowee. That's a lot of food." Larry laughed.

"Nothin too good for us. Besides, gonna take a lot to fill up our tanks. Hell, this probably isn't even enough." Kent smirked as his three sons barged into the room.

Kent had three sons. Geoff, who was the eldest, was almost as big as his uncle. He was a chip off the ol block, a nice layer of hairy fat covered him from head to foot. His gut was by far his most prominent feature, jutting a good two feet from his chest, even when empty and could easily pack away a small room if he was so inclined. Kevin was the middle child. He was the skinniest in the family, but not by much. He was around 280 lbs, and just like the rest of their family, most of his weight sat proudly on his waist in the form of a nice spherical belly. Kevin had shorter hair than Geoff, deciding to keep himself tidy, shaving off his body and facial hair, giving himself a twinkish look. The youngest was Wil who would be turning 22 next month. Wil was more like Geoff than Kevin. He wasn't nearly as hairy as Geoff was, but kept his beard as long as he could. He often tried to keep up with his brother and dad, but usually couldn't handle the massive amounts of food that they could pack away and often tapped out early.

"Wow Dad! You even got a pig?" Wil said, surveying the food.

"Yup. That's for me though so hands off."

"Aww." Wil moped.

"Alright boys! Shirts off, Guts out! We don't stop until all of this food is in our bellies!" Kent shouted, pulling off his wife beater, letting his large hairy belly loose from its prison.

The rest of them followed suit, while Geoff took it a step farther and removed his pants, leaving just his underwear on.

"Hehe now that's commitment." His father laughed.

"Gotta make room for this baby." Geoff rubbed his large hairy gut. "Don't need my pants getting in the way."

Larry removed his shirt and let his own belly out. He undid the top of his jeans and left his suspenders on for extra support.

The now shirtless group all sat at the table. Kent was at one end and Larry was at the other. Geoff sat on one side of the table and Kevin and Wil sat on the other.

"Ok Boys! Dig in!" Kent roared as he grabbed a large cooked chicken from the table and stuffed it in his mouth. The rest of the family followed suit, each grabbing various things from the table and cramming it in their maws.

Eating in their family was competitive, where the fastest eater got the most food. The family didn't serve out portions like most families did, so it was all free game. The faster they were, the more they got to eat. The act of chewing food was slow, so the boys quickly learned to eat like their uncle and father, swallowing their food whole. Kevin and Wil were less ravenous eaters, usually eating one thing at a time. A lone burger or sub sandwich were often the food of choice for them, as they were easy to gulp down and move on to the next thing. Geoff was more like his father, where they would both cram as much food in their maws as they could before swallowing it all down. Mounds of food would quickly fill their maws before it was all swallowed down to their rapidly growing bellies.

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Larry had just swallowed his 5th large turkey when his brother let out a massive belch. The food was almost half gone by this point, letting Kent grab the massive glazed pig that had been buried under the small mountain of food.

"Ok big boy. Down you go." Kent joked to the pig as he grasped the large hunk of pork and lifted it above his head. Larry watched his brother with a smile as he quickly began shoving the pig into his maw. With a loud gulp, the pig began making its way down Kent's gullet, stretching his neck massively as it was squeezed down. Larry chuckled at how easily his brother gulleted the pig, the massive 300 pound swine barely a challenge for him. Wil and Kevin having stopped eating to watch their father finish swallowing the large pig, while Geoff took the opportunity to steal food from the other side of the table and continue eating.

Kent finally drew the last of the pig into his maw and with one last lethargic gulp, swallowed the pig whole. His two youngest watched as the massive bulge moved down their father's fat neck and quickly vanished into his rapidly expanding belly.

"URRRRRRRRRRRP! Ahhh!" Kent moaned as he patted his belly. "That filled a hole." He laughed as his cell phone rang. With some effort, Kent maneuvered his phone out of his jeans and answered it.

"Kent here." He said while rubbing his spherical belly.

"Oh really? Well tell the chief I'm on my way." Kent said excitedly as his belly grumbled hungrily.

"Yup. See you in a bit. Don't eat em' all without me or you'll end up takin their place." He laughed as he hung up his phone. "Sorry boys, Dads gotta go to the station."

"Something came up?" Larry asked.

"Chiefs got a present for me. Said we caught the Morenzo biker gang in a sting operation. He's got 50 guys in lockup right now."

"What about your birthday dinner?" Kevin asked, while Geoff just grunted as he continued to cram more food into his mouth.

"You guys finish it. I'm betting my belly will be quite full by the time I get back." Kent said, grabbing his shirt and putting it on, leaving the front open so his gut still had room.

"You got no complaints from me." Larry said as he grabbed a tub of ice cream from the table and began emptying the contents into his mouth.

"Good. Keep eating boys. I expect this table to be empty when I return." Kent said as he walked out of their front door, his large belly wobbling with the mountain of food inside.

"*GULP* Think we can finish it all guys?" Larry swallowed the entire contents of the tub, the large bulge of ice cream quickly making its way down his chest and into his massive belly. He laughed as he threw the now empty 12L tub of ice cream into the pile of empty wrappers, packages, containers, and tubs of now eaten food.

"I'm sure Geoff will finish what we don't eat anyway, won't you fatass?." Kevin teased while grabbing a large bowl of profiteroles.

"MmmmMMMPH" Geoff grumbled while his mouth was full. He wedged another slice of pizza in his mouth beside the entire cake that was already in there and strenuously closed his mouth. His cheeks were the stuffed to the size of basketballs, packed full with food. He jutted his neck forward, scrunched his eyes closed, and with immense effort, began swallowing the pile of food in his mouth. His neck bulged out massively as the lump of food began moving its way out of his mouth and down his chest. His cheeks slowly returned to normal as the last of the food made its way down his throat. When the last of the food disappeared into his now massive belly, he gave his gut a hard slap and burped loudly.

"*UUUUUURP* Fuck you Kev, you just wish you could eat like me." Geoff said as he reached over his large spherical belly and grabbed more food from the table.

The four continued to eat their way through the rest of the food, the pile of food slowly disappearing into their growing bellies.

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"*BRAAAAAAP*...Oohhhh I think that's it for me. I'm stuffed." Wil moaned as leaned back in his chair. His belly was swollen to the size of a large beach ball, rock hard from being packed fully with food. His torso and face were smeared with chocolate sauce from the last few cakes he had eaten.

*GULP*

Larry swallowed more of the lemon cakes he had doused with whipped cream. He licked his lips and turned to his nephew.

"Heh. Well done Wil. You'll be your brothers size in no time." Larry chuckled as he patted his large belly. His gut began to rumble loudly, demanding more food. He reached out for another lemon cake but stopped. He looked at Wil, who had his eyes closed as he gently rubbed over his engorged belly, slowly rubbing the chocolate sauce into his chest hair.

Deciding that Wil looks too scrumptious to pass up, he grasped Wil by the arm and dragged him up onto the table. Wil groaned as he was now resting on his swollen belly, too stuffed to move. Larry leaned forward and pinned his nephew's arms at his sides.

"W-what are you do-mmmph!" Wil asked before Larry dragged his large tongue over his face. Larry licked the chocolate sauce off his nephew for a few moments before leaning back.

"Mmm delicious." Larry chuckled. Wil coughed and gagged for a moment as he choked on his Uncle's copious amount of drool. Larry then leaned back in his chair and dragged Wil off the table and up onto his own massive belly until the two were face to face.

"I think you'll make an excellent dessert Wil. You've already went through the trouble of dousing yourself in chocolate." Larry licked his lips and opened his mouth wide, giving Wil a view of his cavernous maw.

"What?! I'm not food!" Wil shouted as he tried to break free of his Uncle's grasp. Larry ignored him and began pulling his head into his mouth. "I'm your nephew! I'm not part of the food. Don't eat me! PLE-MMMMPH!"

Larry glomped his mouth over Wil's head. He began shouting and screaming, but his cries were muffled from inside the massive mouth. He kicked and struggled hard, but Larry held him steady, slowly pulling more and more of him in.

Kevin was wide eyed, watching his younger brother slowly get devoured by their uncle.

"Geoff! Stop eating! Can't you see Uncle Larry has gone nuts?" Kevin shouted at his older brother. Geoff stopped shoving food into his mouth for a second to look at Kevin and then to Larry, who was now sliding his lips over Wil's neck. He looked back at Kevin who was freaking out, shrugged, and continued to stuff his face, jamming another pie into his mouth among the smorgasbord of food.

*GULP*

Kevin looked over to see his Uncle work Wil's shoulders and chest into his mouth. Larry was taking his time, lathering his tongue over every inch of his nephew before sending him further into his digestive track. Kevin flipped out and grabbed his brother's feet and tried pulling.

*ULP*

With a massive gulp, Wil was lurched forward, releasing him from his brothers grasp. Larry's maw was now around Wil's upper chest, while his nephew's arms were pinned at his sides. Larry tossed his head back, bringing Wil above his head, and swallowed deeply. Wil kicked wildly as his large belly began sinking into his Uncle's mouth. Kevin could see the massive bulge his brother was making in their Uncle's chest as he slowly sank downwards Without slowing, Larry took another gulp, pulling Wil's immensely packed belly into his maw completely.

Kevin panicked and pulled out his phone and dialed his dad. He thought that his dad could dissuade Uncle Larry from swallowing his brother.

The phone rang for a few moments before his dad picked up.

"*BRAAAAAAAPPP* Ugh-Kent here." Kevin heard his dad.

"DAD! I DON'T KNOW WHATS GOING ON BUT UNCLE LAR-" He shouted before being cut off by his dad.

"Hold on a sec bud. COMERE YOU! NOBODY EATS MY FRIEND! *GLOMP*" Kevin heard through the phone. He waited as he heard loud gulping noises among various lewd noises in the background. Loud gulps and belches could be heard in the background as well as the up-close gulping noise.

"*ULP* Ooof. That'll teach you. Enjoy my gut big guy!" Kevin heard his dad shout.

"DAD!" Kevin shouted.

"Hey Kev. Sorry about that. What's going on?" Kent asked his son, as several shouts could be heard in the background.

"DAD! UNCLE LARRY IS EATING WIL!" Kevin screamed into the phone.

"WHAT?! THAT GLUTTONOUS FUCKER BETTER NOT BE EATING HIM. I SWEAR WHEN I GET HOME HE'LL BE IN MY BELLY BEFORE YOU CAN-*GLOMP*" Kent's shouting was cut off. There was a muffled yell among the many shouts and eating noises before the phone was quickly muffled.

"DAD!?" Kevin shouted. He could hear muffled shouting now and various noises, but they quickly turned into loud gulping noises and were replaces by wet slurping noises.

"DAD! ANSWER ME!" Kevin screamed, but he could only hear more wet slurping noises. This continued for a few moments before the phone cut out.

"DAD?! DAD!" Kevin shouted. He threw his phone in anger.

*GULP*

Kevin turned to Larry to see Wil was down to his knees, his shorts and underwear tossed among the mountain of discard cans and containers from the evening festivities. Larry was guiding in Wil's legs with one hand while he had the other resting behind his head.

Larry moaned as he swallowed again, pulling Wil all the way down until just his feet were outside his mouth. He could feel his nephew struggling in his belly among the massive amount of food he had swallowed before him. He began licking at Wil's feet, tickling them so slightly that it caused him to struggle extra hard for a few moments.

"GEOFF STOP EATING!" Kevin shouted to his brother. Geoff stopped shoving the 3rd watermelon into his massively stuffed mouth and looked up at his brother. Kevin was red in the face from screaming so much. They both looked over at Larry who had taken the canister of whipped cream and doused his meal's toes with a hefty serving.

Geoff let out a chuckle and finished cramming the watermelon into his mouth, bulging out his left cheek another few inches or so. With only a few things left on the table, Geoff reached out and grabbed a plate of steaks.

"DAMMIT GEOFF ARE YOU GONNA HELP ME?" Kevin shouted, slamming his hands on the table. Geoff looked up at Kevin, before they heard a loud slurping noise. They both looked at Larry, who was loudly lapping at Wil's toes, licking them clean of any whipped cream. He let out a soft moan as he held the last of his meal steady while he thrashed wildly in his belly.

Geoff's gut let out a loud grumble. The two remaining nephews turned back to each other before Geoff let out a deep muffled laugh. He quickly let go of the plate of steaks and grasped his brother's hands. Before Kevin could react, he was pulled onto the table, shoving the remaining food out of the way. Geoff quickly shoved his brother's hands into his maw, cramming them in among the pile of food in his mouth already. Kevin screamed, and tried to pull away, but Geoff held him tightly in place while he continued to jam his arms in his mouth. Kevin began kicking and flailing wildly on the table as his elbows disappeared into his brother's mouth. He could feel his arms squished among the various food sitting in Geoff's mouth. Geoff put his hand on the back of his brother's head and slowly pushed, shoving Kevin's face against his brother's bearded mouth. Kevin's screams were soon muffled as his head was slowly pushed inside, swelling out Geoff's cheeks even further, as they strained to hold the massive amounts of food.

Meanwhile, Larry had finished licking all the whipped cream off Wil's toes, leaving them wiggling in the air, just outside his lips. Larry moaned one last time and decided it was time to finish his wonderful meal. He let go of the wriggling toes with his left hand and let his throat do the work. He felt the last of Wil slowly slip down into his mouth, dragging the toes between his lips and out of sight. He let gravity slowly pull his nephew down until he felt the feet reach the back of his throat.

*Glurk*

With a quick gulp, Larry swallowed his nephew whole. He felt his fat neck contract as the feet slipped down his gullet quickly and joined the rest of his nephew. Once he felt them slip completely inside his belly, he opened his eyes and looked down. Before him was his large, spherical gut, protruding a good four feet from his chest and shaking wildly. A smile crept across his face as he watched Wil struggle in his new home, shifting and maneuvering himself among the mass of food in there with him, while he worked to get himself into a comfortable position.

Larry finally looked over to Geoff, who was busy working his younger brother's waist into his mouth. He smiled as he admired his nephews pure gluttony, willing to do anything to sate his appetite. Geoff's cheeks were bulging wildly now, as Kevin tried to fight his way out. It reminded him of when he and Kent were back in college, playing chubby bunny with the local frats. Kent managed to cram 14 guys in his mouth while Larry only managed 11, but only because they ran out of guys. He smirked to himself as he remembered how it took Kent nearly 20 minutes to power the lump of guy's down his throat, a feat which today would have taken him under 30 seconds.

Larry began snacking on more lemon cakes and whipped cream with one hand while he rubbed his massive wriggling gut with the other. He watched Geoff shove more and more of Kevin into his mouth. He just finished working his knees in, the last of his legs kicking wildly. With both hands, Geoff grasped his brother's legs and held them steady. He began guiding them into his mouth slowly, the free space in his mouth now all but gone, it being so utterly full. Before long, only Kevin's feet remained. Geoff grasped his brother's soles and with a hard shove, crammed the last of his brother into his mouth. He winced as he managed to close his mouth completely, before he looked up at his uncle and gave a goofy smile.

"Swallow bud. Yer gut's waitin." Larry said.

Geoff nodded and tilted his head back. He strenuously began to swallow, condensing his stuffed cheeks together until a massive bulge began to form in his throat. His head began to shake slightly as he worked the contents of him mouth into his tight throat, the strain being almost too much.

*GUUUUUUUUUUUUU-*

The massive squirming lump began to move down his chest, stretching his neck as the lump of food made its way down his esophagus. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his throat to help the last of his food on its final descent.

*-UULP*

With the blink of an eye, the bulge disappeared into Geoff's belly, making it swell out to almost double it's original bloated size. He moaned as he looked down at his accomplishment.

"Wow. Never though it'd -*BOORP*-be that easy." Geoff grumbled.

"With the size of him I'm surprised you or your dad didn't eat him sooner. If you didn't toss em back I would of." Larry smirked, patting his own struggling belly.

"Oof... He's putting up a fight." Geoff moaned as his belly began to stretch and shake aggressively now.

"A good belly rub always help with the wrigglers. C'mere and let your old uncle help you digest." Larry said, sitting up in his chair.

"oooh...Thanks Uncle Larry." Geoff groaned as he stood up and waddled his way over to his uncle, his bloated belly swinging ponderously with each step.

Larry put his hands on his nephews squirming belly. He could feel Kevin moving around in his older brother's gut among the few hundred pounds of food that was stuffed in there with him. He began kneading and massaging Geoff's gut, squishing down the protruding bulges that Kevin was making.

"That feels nice Uncle Larry." Geoff moaned, feeling some relief from his brother's struggles.

"He's quite the fighter. Here feel Wil." Larry took his nephew's hand and placed it on his own wriggling belly.

"Heh, he's barely moving." Geoff smirked as he felt around his Uncle's gut, pushing and kneading around, trying to feel his brother. Suddenly a large bulge stretched the large gut outwards, it's occupant still had some fight left.

"Oof." Larry winced. He patted his belly, trying to calm his nephew.

"I wish I could have eaten him. He looked so good covered in chocolate sauce." Geoff said, helping his Uncle massage his massive gut.

"Well lucky for you you'll get the chance." Larry said, grabbing his nephew by the waist and pulling him in close, squishing their guts together. Before Geoff could react, Larry leaned back in his chair, pulling his heavy nephew up onto his belly, his face inches from him. Larry opened his mouth wide and showed his nephew where he was going.

"WAIT DON'T MMMPH" Geoff shouted before his uncle shoved his head into his maw. Uncle Larry waisted no time and swallowed quickly, sending Geoff's head down his gullet while pulling his shoulders in.

Geoff screamed as he was squeezed into his Uncle's mouth. His powerful throat began tugging him downwards, eager to add more food to his demanding belly. He felt his Uncle grab his hips and pull him upwards, stuffing more of his large body inside. His uncle was relentless and quickly swallowed more of him, not even bothering to taste him like he did with Wil. He quickly felt himself move more and more down the slick throat, his younger brother's shouts becoming louder and louder with each gulp.

Larry heaved his nephew upwards, reared his head back and opened his mouth wider, letting Geoff sink into his gullet more. He groaned as his meal struggled in his throat, his fat neck stretching massively as his big nephew fought. His meal's chest slid over his tongue while Larry opened his mouth wider, getting ready for the massive struggling belly that was approaching his lips. He began squeezing and cramming the large hairy belly into his mouth, compressing its contents even further that they already were. Kevin was clearly not happy about being squeezed so tightly in his brother's belly, but Larry didn't seem to notice or care as his lips began sliding over the massive ball of a gut.

With several more hefty gulps, Geoff's large gut slid into his uncle's throat, stretching out his throat massively as his meal slid further and further downwards. With the aid of gravity and his relentless throat, Larry quickly worked his nephew's fat thighs into his gullet, quickly approaching the end to the great feast. His belly quickly expanded as the majority of his last nephew made his way inside. Soon Larry had his lips wrapped around Geoff's ankles, the twitching feet being the last part of his meal. He leaned back in his chair, it creaking under his immense weight, and put one hand behind his head. With the other hand, he reached up and put a finger on each of his meal's feet and slowly pushed them in. With a loud slurp, Geoff's toes slipped under his Uncle's moustache and disappeared into his mouth. Larry put his other hand behind his head and swallowed gently, letting his large meal slowly sink down his gullet.

Larry sat there, content, as his belly continued to grow while Geoff continued to make his way down. He closed his eyes as he concentrated on the struggles in his belly, feeling every kick and punch that his nephews could muster. Suddenly, he felt Geoff slip past his sternum and drop like a rock into his belly.

"Ooof. Boy you are heavy." Larry chuckled as he smacked his gut. "Now that was a meal!"

His belly continued to shake and shift, several bulges appearing all over before disappearing just as fast. He could feel his nephews kick and fight inside his belly, but he knew that nobody had ever gotten out once they slid past his lips. He sat there, eyes closed as he enjoyed the struggles for a while, pleased with himself for eating almost the entire feast.

"Oh almost forgot, the title match is on soon." He patted his belly as he sat up. His massive gut sat proudly between his legs, almost touching the floor. He slowly stood and stretched, his belly wobbling as his nephews were thrown around with the sudden movement. He grabbed his suspenders and pushed them off his arms, letting his pants fall to his ankles, leaving only his underwear on. He stepped out of his pants and made his way into the kitchen, the large belly barely fitting through the doorway. He could still feel the two struggling inside, but Larry paid it no mind. He reached the fridge and found a six pack of beer inside. With a smile, he grabbed it and a bag of chips off the nearby counter and made his way to the living room.

He eased himself down onto the couch and got himself comfortable. His gut sat between his legs and hung off the couch, resting on the floor. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. As the TV finished adjusting itself, the DWL came up again. There were two men in the ring, or at least one and wat was left of another. A large Hispanic man had his lips wrapped around the neck of a massive beaded old guy. His head slowly sank into his opponents' mouth, a look of pure terror on his face as he watched the world disappear when the Hispanic man closed his mouth and swallowed. The camera's got a good close up of bulge as is traveled down the sweaty chest and disappeared into the expanding belly.

"Looks like I'm just in time. The title match is a few events away." Larry said to his wriggling belly. "I'll let you know how the title turns out Wil!"

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Geoff shouted as he dropped onto his younger brother. The two crashed together and stretched the confines of their prison as it sagged downwards before bouncing back into place. Wil attempted to sit up but his brother was laying on top of him.

"Get...off...mmmof me!" Wil struggled to say as his face was mashed into the various swallowed foods.

"Yeah sorry." Geoff pushed off of his brother and sat up. The two maneuvered until Geoff was on his back, with his younger brother curled up on his belly, the two so utterly compacted together in their uncle's belly.

"What do we do now?!!" Wil panicked, the loud grumbles and groans echoing all around them.

"Not a whole lot we can do." Geoff said. "There's still some food here though." He laughed as he grabbed a turkey from the pile of food and shoved it in his mouth.

"How can you eat at a time like? We're in Uncle Larry's belly!" Wil shouted.

"*Gulp* Well we can try fighting if you want. Kick and punch!" Geoff said as he gulped the turkey down.

The two began kicking and punching wildly. Fists went flying and legs stretched their confines as much as they could, but their Uncle's belly was used to large meals, even those that fought back. Before long they were out of breath and the air was beginning to get stale.

"Well. Maybe Dad can save us?" Wil said, defeated.

"Doubt it. If Dad finds Uncle Larry like this he's more likely to swallow him down than save us." Geoff said.

"Well maybe Kevin then?" Wil asked.

"He's not in any position to help either." Geoff chuckled, before grabbing another few slices of pizza from the mountain of food around them.

"What? Why not?" Wil asked. Before Geoff could answer, Wil felt his brother's belly wriggle wildly, several bulges quickly stretching the hairy gut.

"You didn't!" Wil shouted, trying to push his brother away.

"I did. And I think you should join him!" Geoff shouted before attempting to grab his brother.

The two fought hard, Wil trying to avoid his brother's grasp. It became more difficult as their Uncle began moving around, jostling their confines constantly. Before too long however, Geoff got a firm grip of his brother's feet and pulled them up to his maw.

"NONONONO STOP!" Wil screamed. Before he could move, Geoff shoved his feet into his mouth and slurped them up hard, the skinny legs quickly sliding into his mouth. With a quick gulp, Wil's hips were pulled into his brothers mouth and with a hefty shove, the large belly was squeezed into his mouth. Geoff moaned as he tasted over his brother, his delicious taste was absolutely hypnotizing, before he swallowed again, letting the large belly slide into his gullet.

"Please don't eat me..." Wil pleaded, utterly defeated, but his brother didn't listen, and instead swallowed hard, pulling his chest inside before the bearded lips wrapped around his neck. With one last heavy gulp, Geoff swallowed his brother whole. He moaned as he felt his belly stretch out even further while Wil made his way down. Before long, both of his brothers were squeezed into his swollen belly, struggling wildly for room, or maybe even to avoid being eaten by the other. He didn't care however, instead grabbing more food from around him and shoving it in his mouth.

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"AND THERE HE GOES FOLKS! WITH ONE LAST GULP WE HAVE A WINNER!" The announcer cheered as the camera focused on a large black man whose head was leaned all the way back with a pair of feet slowly slipping down his esophagus. The match ended swiftly as the large man patted his gut and opened his mouth, revealing to the crowd it was empty.

Larry watched while munching on chips, his belly now wobbling like wild.

"Ooof! Easy in there boys." Larry smirked as he gave his gut a few pats.

"AND NOW FOR THE MAIN EVENT!" The announcer shouted, as the large man waddled out of the ring, his belly violently shaking. Cheers rang out as the camera panned to the locker room.

"I PRESENT THE CHALLENGER HISOKA ANDO!"

A large Japanese man appeared. He was a former sumo wrestler turned pro eater. He stood at 5'10" and looked like he was just barely over 350 pounds of just pure fat. His gut hung slightly over his mawashi, but he looked like he should be in the amateur league. He made his way down to the ring and stepped inside. The ring was similar to a sumo ring, but was significantly larger, letting the large Preds move about more easily.

"AND NOW FOR YOUR CHAMPION HENRY BAGROV!" The announcer screamed as the crowd went wild.

From the locker room a massive gorilla of a man appeared. He was of Russian descent, and was actually the cousin of Boris 'The Bottomless Belly' Bagrov, who held several eating records. Henry was close to 600 pounds of pure beefy fat. His solid round gut jutted out a few feet in front of him, tightly held in place by an impressive set of stomach muscles covered by a thick layer of fat. He towered over most at 6'7" and dominated the league as the champion for 6 years running.

Larry knew that Henry was Wil's favorite, and the two were going to watch the match tonight.

The two wrestlers entered the ring and stood on the line. They bowed to each other and the crowd got quiet. The two of them looked ridiculous next to each other, as Henry completely towered over Hisoka. The Ref blew the whistle and the two grappled at each other. Surprisingly, Hisoka managed to keep his ground and push back against the massive man. Henry leaned down next to Hisoka's ear.

"You're gonna feel real good going down my gullet." The large Russian sneered.

The big guy opened his mouth, showing his opponent and the crowd his maw and the entrance to his gullet. However, the Russian did not expect his opponent to grab the back of his head. In a panicked move, he attempted to push Hisoka off of him, but ended up doing exactly what his opponent wanted. In an amazing display, Hisoka shoved Henry's head into his maw, muffling the gigantic man's screams as Hisoka brought him to his knees.

"Hah. Stupid cocky bastard." Larry laughed, slurping on more of his beer.

The smaller man quickly shoved his opponent's shoulders in and started working his mouth down over Henry's flabby chest. The crowd was cheering fanatically as the announcers were besides themselves watching the tiny Japanese man easily gulp down the 600-pound beast. Eventually, Hisoka got to the top of Henry's gut, Henry's arms pinned at his sides. He quickly and methodically began gulping at the man's gigantic belly, stretching his throat out massively as the large gut slowly slid down into it. In under 10 seconds, the belly was gone, leaving just Henry's waist and legs. Carefully, Hisoka leaned backwards, picking up the rest of his meal as he began cramming Henry's large ass into his mouth. Before he slid his opponent's ass in completely, he tore off Henry's mawashi and draped it over the back of his neck. The crowd cheered as Hisoka grabbed both large ass cheeks of his opponent and groped it a few times, giving it a few jiggly shakes. The act was considered respectful as saving the mawashi is considered a high honor for the devoured opponent and in Japanese eating, the ass grabbing means that he is a great meal.

Hisoka was slowly cramming Henry's fat legs into his maw, careful not to lose his balance as he worked his way towards victory. Gulp after gulp, Hisoka worked more of the fat legs into his maw until just the man's large feet were left. Putting a hand on each foot, he crammed them into his maw and gulped hard, making the crowd explode with excitement as the last of the former champ slowly bulged out Hisoka's throat as it made its way down his chest and into his gut.

The ref came out and held the Japanese man's arm up, declaring Hisoka the winner by ingestion. The crowd cheered as Hisoka patted his completely still 4-foot belly, that was somehow containing a 600-pound man. Hisoka turned to his opponents empty starting spot and bowed, showing respect before he turned and walked out of the ring towards the locker room, his large gut wobbling with each step.

"Well Wil, guess your idol ended up just like you did." Larry chuckled as he gave his belly a few rubs, the struggling having pretty much stopped now, with only some slight movements here and there.

"I wonder where your dad is. I was hoping to have the whole feast to myself." Larry smirked as he shut the TV off. "Oh well. Time for bed I think. Got a lot of digestin to do."

Larry heaved himself off the couch and slowly stood up, his gut bouncing with the sudden movement. He made his way to his brother's room where he knew Kent had a reinforced bed, perfect for him and his gut. He eased himself onto the bed and lay down, his massive belly jutting a good 6 feet upwards. Larry smiled as he rubbed the parts of his belly he could reach. His gut was solid as a rock, absolutely stuffed with hundreds of pounds of food and his 3 nephews. He loved it when his belly was gigantic but knew that it was only temporary.

"Ok boys, time to let my gut do it's thing. I can't wait to see how big you guys make my belly after I digest you." He said patting his gut proudly. "Goodnight guys. Enjoy being belly fat."

*UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP*

Larry let out a belch that rattled the windows, lasting for a good 20 seconds. His belly slowly shrunk about a foot, bearing down on his food, removing every last bit of extra space. His belly let out a low grumble, revving itself up for the immense task of digesting over half a ton of food.

With a smile on his face, Larry closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

-

15 hours later, Larry woke up to a loud grumble. He slowly opened his eyes to the bright room. He stretched and groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked down at his belly. It was still quite large, about a foot bigger than it normally was. Larry didn't think his gut had finished digesting yet.

"Guess I'm gettin old. Don't digest as fast as I used to." Larry grumbled.

*GUUUUUUUUUUURGLE*

A loud groan emitted from Larry's gut just then. Larry was hungry. He gave his gut a slap and realized it was empty, the extra size now a permanent part of his belly.

"Holy shit. You guys made me huge!" Larry gasped as he sat up. He went over to the mirror and observed his new belly, now jutting a good 3 feet from his chest in a nice spherical shape. Another loud gurgle reminded him that he still had to deal with what was left of his nephews. After a long trip to the bathroom, he made his way to the spare room where his dufflebag was and got some new clothes. He grabbed a shirt and put it on, before realising it was too small. Way too small. The shirt could even make it halfway down his gut.

"This shirt fit perfectly few days ago." Larry chuckled.

*Ding Dong*

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Larry went to the front door and opened it. Standing on the porch was a skinny guy in his 30s, wearing a bright red shirt and cargo shorts.

"Yeah?" Larry said, scratching his gut.

"Hello Sir. Would you like to don-*GUURGLE*" The guy stopped mid sentence as he was interrupted by an incredibly loud hungry grumble coming from Larry's gut.

They both looked down at his gut for a moment, before looking back at each other. With a grin on his face, Larry grabbed the guy by his shirt and dragged his up to his mouth. Before the guy could make a noise, Larry engulfed his head and quickly swallowed him up to his chest. The guy struggled hard, kicking and shouting, but Larry held him steady as he dragged him inside the house and closed the door. He swallowed again, easily pulling the man's torso and waist into his mouth, the skinny man sliding all too quick down the Pred's throat.

Larry quickly reared his head back and brought the kicking legs above himself, letting gravity assist. He felt the man effortlessly slide down his throat, thrashing wildly the whole way. With a few more gulps, the man's shoes slid past Larry's lips and down his gullet, joining their owner in his gut.

"*URRRP* Ahh. A nice quick breakfast." Larry smiled and patted his belly, feeling the struggles quickly fade away before realising his belly hadn't grown an inch to accommodate his small meal.

"Damn boys. You made me so fat you cant even tell he's in there. The guys have gotta see this." Larry chucked as strode back to the spare room, the man inside sloshing back and forth with each step. The 'guys' he was referring to are a group of locals who enjoy eating like he did. They share a chatroom that they often post pictures of their conquests, usually their full wriggling bellies. Larry sat in a chair and took a photo with his phone.

He then uploaded it to the chatroom with the caption "Swallowed my three nephews last night along with a few hundred pounds of food. They made my gut so fat that you probably can't tell that I'm digesting a guy right now. Their father won't be too happy when he finds out."

Several responses came up after a few minutes, mostly cheering for him and congratulating him on the serious growth. After a few more minutes, he received a personal message from his friend Ralph.

"Hey bud. Nice gut! Got word that there's another huge meetup on the Meriwake Trail just outside of town this afternoon. I went to the last one and there were over 10 different orgies along the trail. I left with six guys in my gut but Pierre managed to devour an entire group all by himself. Course having 15 guys in his gut didn't stop Winston from tossing him back an hour later. If you're still hungry, there's gonna be a lot of tasty guys for us to eat. Plenty for us to share."

Larry chuckled as his belly grumbled loudly again.

"Always hungry. I'll see you there." Larry replied. Larry threw on a pair of shorts, gathered his clothes and shoved them in his duffel bag. He made his way out the door and to his truck. After he got in, he adjusted his seat to make room for his larger belly.

"Glad I got this baby modified." Larry thought as he started his truck.

The engine roared to life as he backed out of the driveway and onto the road, on his way to the many guys he would fuck and devour before the end of the day.

-----------------

Sounds like Larry's brother Kent never made it home last night. Wonder what happened at the police station with all those bikers...

As for Larry, he's off to the backwoods for an afternoon of dicking, devouring, and digesting.

[diminuel]

You would assume that when Dragon and Crocodile go public with the RA about their marriage (or remarriage) that any couple’s squabbling or fights would have Dragon’s oldest friends and revolutionaries primarily taking his side.

You would be very very wrong. Crocodile reveals many things that Dragon’s compatriots had worried in private were secretly true. Now they have the populist power to pressure Dragon openly.

Nobody is going to think you’re a capitalist pig for buying new SOCKS Dragon! STOP eating stale bread for breakfast!!!! Get a BED FRAME!!!!!!!

30% grumpiness reduction in the first month. Life is soooooo nice when you don’t have constant foot fungus, eat well rounded breakfasts, and don’t have morning back pain.

Oh boy X3

And I bet Iva has a lot of very comfortable rooms for Dragon to sleep in once they move headquarters but Dragon would find a way to deny himself pleasures anyway. (Though if this would be something like the Stinky Child AU, Crocodile probably did send little care packages his and Sabo's way. But once Crocodile goes to Impel Down Dragon probably gets even worse about the self-denial.

And then Crocodile comes. First thing he does it take him to a tailor X'D He's done looking at his man wearing the same outfit for at least 10 years! And he's sure Dragon's green cape predates even their relationship. There's austerity for the sake of the Revolution and then there's stubborn self-denial.

(And no wonder the world latches onto Sabo as the figurehead of their revolution. Has Dragon not listened to anything Crocodile has said about the importance of style?

But Dragon just wants to sleep on a comfortable bed, preferably using Crocodile's chest as a pillow. Leave him alone.)

No wonder the RA ends up liking Crocodile if he can make their big boss 30% less grumpy. *lol* The first time they see Dragon smile they're going to bake Crocodile a cake.

[johnsbirdie]

blue collar!price and white collar!fem reader

cw: i don’t really know

(i just thought of this and was like this is like totally price)

john is on his break, his rough, callused hands, caked in grime and dirt embedded deep within. he’s smoking a fat cigar to ease the pain (in his knees), he’s getting old now, which is quite easy to tell because his beard is greying - but to his luck you can’t exactly see his salt and pepper hair because his wide-brimmed bucket hat fortunately covers that.

surely he looked disgusting to people outside of the job. the other workers on the site, simon, kyle and johnny, saw him like this everyday of their lives and shrug off the fact he looked like a pig after it rolled around in mud.

and it just so happens that the construction site he works on, there’s a little office building right beside it. how lucky is he?

the chain-smoking, rugged older man set his sights on a little birdie in a tight little pencil skirt. he whistles unashamedly, so you can hear it. he knows you heard him. and you did. you’re walking along, cup holders full with coffee to bring back for your boss, you were a little surprised when he told you to get what you wanted with his card, he seemed to be in a good mood lately.

the wolf-whistle is the thing that nearly makes you drop the coffee-filled plastic cups, and when you look over, there’s a man double your own age with a smirk on his face. what a smug bastard.

“oi, pretty! you in a rush?” he calls out to you, stepping off of some planks of wood he was stood on.

god, you really did not have time for any chit-chat at the moment. you had to get back to work, not that it was any better than the man who had whistled at you, because your quite the talk of the town in the marketing department. all the old men must really like you, huh.

“i am, actually. sorry about that.” you brush him off, the noise of your heels clacking against the pavement infront of the site increasing the faster you walk. you did not want to speak to some roughed up, man old enough to be your dad.

but, does that stop john? absolutely not. he catches up to you before you can even make it into the office building, and he blocks your path.

“nah, you can’t be in a rush, you’re stood here with little ‘ol me.” he says that just to spite you, and when you try to step around him, he blocks your path once more.

“i’m only stood here with you because you’re not letting me move.” you huff. did he not understand that you didn’t want to talk? he was probably just some creep that liked to hit on girls half his age, which, to be fair, is what he was doing right now.

“aye. c’mon love, giv’us a twirl.” he cocks a brow, looking down at you. he towers over you by nearly a whole foot if you weren’t wearing heels.

ugh, who was this guy? a complete and utter prick, you thought. you really shouldn’t pay him any mind.

“do you mind moving, please? i need to get back to work.” you look up at him, your lips pressed into a thin line. you were on the verge of just throwing the starbucks drinks all over him, just to be a bitch about it.

he stands there. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, just watching you with his piercing blue eyes. he knows he shouldn’t pressure you, he didn’t really mean to come off as a creep. he just thought you were a pretty little thing and he liked pretty little things. but you didn’t seem to like him very much.

“mm. go on. i didn’t mean to be a dickhead, sweetheart. i’m sorry.” he eventually speaks, moving out of your way. which surprised you initially, not expecting that at all from him.

“oh, i… yeah, no, it’s okay. thank you.” you say, your voice a little small as you give him one last glance before heading into work.

until next time birdie. he thinks to himself as he watches your figure disappear into the office building.

[feederheart]

The Greedy Queen.

CW: feederism, ssbbw, fingering

I could hear the ravenous gorging before I even stepped foot inside of the throne room.

The colossal oaken doors creaked open as the two heavy-armored guardsmen permitted my entry. Inside was a massive hallway illuminated by the morning sun shining through multicolored stained glass windows depicting the greatness of Gulosus, the ever-consuming empire. Treasures including armor, weapons, scepters, jewels, gold jewelry, statues, paintings, carvings, pottery, and even a crown once worn by my late uncle were scattered throughout the room either mounted on a pedestal, a stand, or a plaque. At the end of the hallway sat a massive throne decorated with glittering gemstones and shining gold pillaged from all over Gulosus. The throne’s occupant, Queen Aila, sat all six-hundred pounds of her fat, quivering body on said throne as two servants beside her fed her the bounty of the kingdom she inherited from her mother. She greedily reached her fat fingers toward a bowl filled with sweet, sugary fruit grown in the fertile plains to the south and nuts grown in the western valleys as she chewed on a roasted leg from a wild beast that roamed around the northern hills. She then took a swig of wine made from eastern shore grapes to wash it all down before digging into a decadent chocolate cake baked here in the castle; her meal was as well-rounded as she was. Her fat arms swung like pendulums as she reached for more and more food to shovel into her greedy mouth. Her round face, once the famous face that could drive kingdoms to war, had rounded out quite a bit; although her long, auburn hair and beautiful green eyes were still as flawless as ever, her cheeks and double chin jiggled with each bite she took off her food. Her bountiful breasts, massive belly, and juicy fat thighs threatened to rip and tear the tent-like silvery dress that she wore over her body, displaying each and every one of her corpulent curves. As usual, she was adorned in glittering gold jewelry and gem-encrusted trinkets, although it was clear that these had to be made to account for her fat wrists, neck, and ankles. 

I wasn’t here to watch another one of her greedy gorgings; if I were, it wouldn’t be hard to fit it into my schedule seeing as that’s all she does. I was here to deliver her tribute from my homeland, Mons; a vase full of goldbrew. Goldbrew is wine made from golden grapes that can only be grown in Mons. It is said to be the most delicious drink imaginable; at least Queen Aila seemed to think so. 

“OOH!” she squealed happily as soon as she noticed that I had walked in. “Have you brought me my brew?”

“Indeed I have,” I said, bowing before the queen with my arms outstretched.

The two servants ran over and grabbed the gourd before to take it to the queen for her consumption.

“You two, wait!” she exclaimed at the servants. “I want him to serve it to me.”

The two servants bowed and left the throne room.

“Bring it to me,” she demanded, pointing her finger at me and giving me a “come hither” gesture.

I stood up and obliged. Queen Aila’s fluttered her eyes seductively and watched as I brought over her goldbrew. I walked up the steps before her throne and stood right in front of her fat legs, smothered by her giant belly.

“For you, my queen,” I said as I tried to give her the vase.

“Pour it down my throat,” she ordered hungrily. “I want every last drop!”

“As you wish,” I replied.

I reached the vase over her belly and breasts to reach her awaiting mouth. I poured the sweet, succulent liquid down her throat and she gulped it down like a pig; she seemed to have mastered the art of stuffing her mouth without breathing.

I stopped pouring after about twenty seconds to let her take a breath. She moaned in pleasure as she swallowed, savoring the delicious taste of the goldbrew. Her legs seemed to shake ever so slightly and I swore I could see her hips gyrating. This was because goldbrew was easily the most potent aphrodisiac known to man.

I reached to her belly and began to rub it to help her digest her meal as I fed her dessert. With the other hand, I continued to pour the goldbrew down her throat, causing her to moan even louder. I slowly worked my hand down to the bottom of her dress and lifted it up; her juices were building up and running down her leg. I slowly slid my fingers lower and lower until they were between her fat thighs and worked my way between her vagina. I felt her sopping wet womanhood and pleasured her as I fed her the goldbrew, completely losing her in total ecstasy. She moaned and panted as I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper while contorting my arms so that I could do that and feed her the drink. Her fat legs twitched with pleasure and her back arched, pushing her protruding belly our even further. Finally, just as I was running out of goldbrew, she screamed and squirted all over her legs and my hand. Her juices dripped down to the floor as Queen Aila lay there, satisfied and full.

“I’ll fetch those servants and tell them to bring rags,” I said to her.

She was so lost in ecstasy that she did not hear. I simply bowed and turned around, satisfied with what my goldbrew had done to the queen. 

You see, none of the vases I brought contained just goldbrew as my uncle promised many years ago when he surrendered our lands to Gulosus. We couldn’t fight them head-on, so we opted for another path. Our golden grapes contain the aforementioned aphrodisiac that captivated not just Queen Alia’s senses but her mother before her as well. However, another ingredient we added just for them; a special spice that numbs the senses and strokes the appetite, slowly turning the drinker to a fat, hedonistic, and horny pig that would eat and fuck whatever is in front of them. As Queen Aila grew fat, lazy, and stupid by eating and drinking all day, my people were preparing to make their comeback and take Mons back. 

Gulosus will be sitting ducks because their queen is a fat, spoiled, pig of a woman who only cares about where her next fix of goldbrew is coming from. She’s perfect.

[its-all-stardust]

Hey, so first of all, I love your work, it's absoluteley amazing!!!

I saw that your requests are open, so I thought that I would ask for a Matt Murdock x reader oneshot? You know, just something cute and fluffy?

Maybe I'm gonna sound a bit stereotypical but how about a reader that owns a bakery and wants to try out a new recipe. Matt tries to sneak a taste from time to time while "helping out" (honestly, he's just teasing and making reader's job probably harder [affectionaly]). Just domestic fluff? Maybe please?

You don't have to if you don't want to, but I thought I'd give it a try :)

Thank you!! I'm glad you like my writing!! 🫂

I'm worried with this one that I tweaked things just enough that it's not exactly what you wanted anon, but I did my best and wrote what inspiration gave me!! I'll be honest, it could be fluffier, but I'm also not offended by my own writing so that's something lol I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️

Check out this post for request guidelines

Masterlist

Matt Murdock/GN!Reader

Word Count: 964

Was turning your residential apartment into a glorified bakery after you moved in with your boyfriend legal? According to Matt, a very good lawyer, it wasn’t technically illegal, so you did it anyway and prayed your landlord never found out.

It wasn’t really a bakery, not in the traditional sense. You didn’t try making it into a storefront, nor did you want it to be one. You did, however, take specialty orders through your website. You mainly baked for small events or private parties. You weren’t touching a wedding with a ten-foot pole unless you made the cake or just one of the cookies for the snack table.

It wasn’t enough to pay the bills on its own—you still had a full-time job—but you enjoyed it, and the small amount of extra income it generated was nice.

Matt enjoyed it, too. So much so that you often joked he had ulterior motives for dating you.

But even though baking was a passion, it still came with challenges.

You let out a frustrated sigh and leaned against your elbows, bent over the counter, and buried your face in your hands. 

This is the worst part about baking, you thought.

“Do you need help?” Matt asked, hand suddenly on your shoulder. You jumped, letting out a small gasp. “Sorry. I tried calling a couple of times.”

“It’s fine,” you sighed, turning to wrap your arms around his middle, leaning into him, and pressing your face against his neck. “I just hate this.”

Matt huffed a laugh. “It can’t be so bad. You say that about every new thing you try.”

“But I really mean it this time!” you whined, though you actually didn’t.

You strived for perfection, but new recipes were always daunting. Either the first few batches didn’t meet your standards, or the very first one did, but the subsequent batches often failed. You thought once or twice about not adding anything new to your menu, but you needed to keep a refreshed list, or else you risked losing repeat customers—the ones who made this business possible for you in the first place.

“We can do it together,” Matt offered, lips brushing against the top of your head. “Will that make it better?”

You considered it for a moment. Matt’s taste was impeccable. You often used him—and Foggy and Karen—as guinea pigs, and he was always able to offer you the best advice. In another life, he would have been a fantastic chef. You’ve never baked anything with him before, only handed him the finished product.

If he helped you now, as you were putting everything together, it could make the whole try, try again process you had going significantly shorter, if not bypassed completely.

“Yes, actually. I think it will,” you answered, lifting your head up. 

The only problem: Matt was a complete and utter nuisance.

He wouldn’t do what you told him, at times completely forgoing your instructions—the one you found in an old cookbook that wasn’t like anything you found online—and adding either the incorrect amount of something or adding something that wasn’t even on the list of ingredients.

No matter how many times you told him baking was an exact science and the time for experimentation was after you followed the recipe to a T and tasted the finished product, he refused to listen. You thought he did, at first, but then you caught him tossing in almond extract behind your back, and things only went downhill from there.

“Would you please stop sticking your fingers in the bowl?” you practically begged after you caught him helping himself to the cookie batter for the fourth time.

“How else am I supposed to taste it?” he asked with a playful smirk. He seemed to enjoy the fact he was making you want to pull your hair out.

“With the spoon I specifically set out for that purpose!” You picked it up and thrust it at him. He ignored it and stuck his finger in his mouth.

“But I’m blind. How am I supposed to know where it is?” 

You raised an eyebrow, not fooled. “The same way you find the bowl even after I move it.”

Matt shrugged. “Fair point. But if I used the spoon, I couldn’t do this.” He stuck his finger in the bowl again.

“Matthew, I swear to—”

He stuck his finger in your mouth, not far but enough for the batter to touch your tongue, before he pulled away.

“—God,” you couldn’t help but finish as the first notes of the batter processed. Brow furrowed, you focused on the taste, brushing your tongue against the roof of your mouth, trying to make it last while you sorted out the different flavors. It was…

“That’s amazing,” you said, stunned. “What did you put in there?” You pulled the bowl toward you, forgetting the spoon in your hand as you dipped in a finger from the other. It wasn’t what you were trying to make at all, and you needed another sample.

“I tried telling you it just needed a few extra ingredients.” Before you could stick your finger in your mouth, Matt took your hand, wrapping his lips around your batter-covered finger. His tongue lapped gently against the pad, almost teasing. “Now it’s perfect,” he said when he pulled away.

“I think I need you in the kitchen more often,” you said, wheels already turning in your mind.

Matt beamed at you and tried leaning in for a kiss. You, however, didn’t notice and stepped away to find your phone, leaving him confused.

You opened your notes app and said, “Quick, tell me what you did before you forget.”

Matt could only shake his head in amusement before he dutifully listed everything he had snuck into the batter.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

HLC REACT GREMLIN MC

MC had way too much caffeine or thunderbrew or both. They were literally climbing the walls, foaming at the mouth and even bit at a fellow student. Their friend group were running after them like the goddamn Scooby-Doo gang to try and catch MC before they do any more damage.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He doesn't want to use any of his destructive spells on MC, so he tries the leg lock curse. Problem is, MC is moving around too much and he can't get a clean shot off. He ends up hitting Amit by mistake.

OMINIS GAUNT: "What in Merlin's name was in that potion!?" He shouts at Garreth. He remembered MC telling him about one of Garreth's pet projects being a "double", supposedly being more effective. It seems to be TOO effective. He tries to stupify MC, but only hits air, them being fast enough to barely stay out of his wands 'vision' range.

ANNE SALLOW: "A potion did this!?" She shouts back as she dodges one of Ominis' ill aimed stupify. "Garreth, what did you do!?" She tries casting Glacius to slip up MC but they avoid it by crawling in the ceiling.

IMELDA REYES: "Oh for crying out loud!" Spells clearly weren't working and she mounted her broom. She planned to full on chaser-tackle MC. Just as she lunges, a flash of red pops up in front of her and she tumbles to the ground hard.

NATSAI ONAI: She rolls across the stone floor with Imelda. She had tried to do the same thing as Imelda, but because they didn't coordinate, they ran into each other. The wind was knocked out of her but she was otherwise okay.

GARRETH WEASLEY: "Stop shouting at me! It should wear off! Eventually..." In truth, he didn't know how long this was supposed to last. He's never tried a batch of this high concentration. Maybe he should rethink using MC as his guinea pig.

LEANDER PREWETT: He has an idea. "Amit! Catch!" He tosses an end of a rope to Amit with the intent on them both snagging MC on the next turn. However, when Amit gets hit by Sebastian's leg lock curse, he falls face first to the floor. The rope tangles with his long legs and then he takes a dive on top of Amit.

AMIT THAKKAR: He catches the rope from Leander, only to then get leg locked and Leander landing lankily on top of him. He misses the days when the weirdest things to happen to him were when his bookmarks would go missing.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He dodges his fallen friends and keeps up with Poppy, Sebastian and Ominis. He has a plan. Poppy has a trapper's snare. He can throw it, Sebastian can trigger it with a basic cast, and then they all can hold onto the snare to stop MC's rampage.

Just as he's about to throw the snare, MC does an U-turn and charges the four of them. This catches him by surprise and he tosses the snare sideways. It snags Ominis', who falls on Sebastian, who grabs Everett's cloak in an attempt to stay upright. They all fall down.

POPPY SWEETING: Just her now. Her years of wrangling beasts should make this a piece of cake. Thing is, she's never dealt with a beast like MC on a caffeine high. She picks up the snare and manages to get a snare around MC's foot only to be dragged. She's too stubborn to let go first.

MC: Continues to daffy-duck-it into the distance with Poppy in tow.

Meanwhile...

DUNCAN HOBHOUSE: In the hospital wing with human-like bite marks

[squishy-squish-deathfeeder]

You are an immortal being, vampiric, (perhaps slightly cannibalistic). You spend the ages finding potential piggies across the country. All pigs of all sorts, you find your next victim and destroy them. Maybe once you choose a fit, healthy guy if you want a challenge, just to see him break and weaken and fade. Maybe the next, you pick a weak, meek, naive, pig that will be like instant putty in your hands to shape. Maybe you just pick someone no one will miss just so you can experiment and try out new things. But every time, they are transformed from a normal functioning adult into a mindless, gorging blob. All of them made into dumb fattening pigs, so horny and wanting for more. Some fight and fight hard against your charms and seduction, but all break in the end, even if the pig needs a fun cocktail of drugs to turn it permanently docile and vacant. And you just sit back and watch, humiliate, ridicule, encourage, praise, affirm, and love one blob after another descend from the intelligence of humanity into helpless sacks of lard. When they health problems got too much, sometimes if you were bored with a pig, you would watch them suffer until they died so that you could get it over with and move on to the next, but sometimes you’d try to prolong your favorite ones. If the diabetes required a foot, you’d happily comply and remove it. They usually, at that point, aren’t using their feet much anymore, so might as well make room for more fattening. Maybe sometimes for fun you’d even remove their other foot and even hands. Just to turn them into truly helpless globs of flesh. Unable to stop you or fight back. And under your hypnotic charms they don’t even realize they lost the ability to speak, they can’t remember their names or where they came from, in fact if you told them they had been there with you their whole lives, they’d believe you. There was nothing outside this. Nothing outside you. You are all there is. You are the provider. You give love and pleasure and food. You are good. You are all. They will fall under your control and spell every time eventually. Always an achievement when a tough, fighter finally snaps and their brain breaks permanently and they are essentially lobotomized. The looks of rage and anger slowly erode to nothing more than dumb horny cross eyes glazed over vacancy. From a person to a pig, a human to a hog. Nothing but your plaything. You aren’t sure when, but at some point over the ages, you lost your own humanity and hardly see them as people anymore. No hopes dreams goals or ambitions. They are all always just cattle. And when you feel like culling, you don’t hold back. The peasant starving on the road was no more or less of a person to you than the famous influencer that strangely disappeared and stopped posting one day, they were all nothing but playthings for you to enjoy and pass time with. All for fun. Their lives don’t matter. They may protest in the beginning, but you don’t hear much complaints from them so they must like it too, you reason. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Nothing will stop you once you’ve identified your next victim.

Lots of good little stories to be played out with this scenario

Cruel cakes is undoubtedly a fitting name for you. Your planning and details for intricate stories or even small snippets are incredibly interesting with cruel, fattening twist and turns. We'll make wonderful useage of these ideas, I promise you. Thank you unbelievably so, darling.

[theunderestimator-2]

A picture worth way more than a thousand words: rockabilly legend & "Brand New Cadillac" songwriter Vince Taylor backstage with Joe Strummer in Paris in September 1981. The photo, taken by an unknown photographer, was in Mick Jones's possession and surfaced in 2019, when it was first published in Mojo UK magazine, (Dec. 2019 issue, p.23, Mojo UK).

According to Joe: "Vince Taylor was the beginning of British rock 'n' roll. Before him there was nothing".

(*from Keith Topping's book "The Complete Clash" Reynolds & Hearn Ltd London, the 2004 edition paperback, p.39-40): "…Born Brian Holden in London in 1939, (after the life in California and his obsession with Elvis Presley), A trip back to London in 1958 brought him a name-change… Taylor's second single for Parlophone, 'Pledging My Love', contained on the B-Side his own composition, 'Brand New Cadillac', an instant classic thanks to Taylor's histrionic vocal and guitarist Tony Sheridan's tense riff. Although it was never a hit in England, the song, and others like it, made Taylor a rock 'n' roll superstar in France during the early 1960s… His story inspired David Bowie, who met Taylor in the mid-60s and had a long conversation with him about aliens, to create the character of Ziggy Stardust. 'I met (Taylor) in The Pig's Foot restaurant in the early 80s', remembered Strummer. 'He talked to me for over five hours about the Duke Duchess of Windsor were planning to kill him with poisoned chocolate cake. .' Taylor's final years were spent as a virtual recluse in Switzerland, where he died in 1991…' .

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Dispatches: Spring Break

Portland, OR / April 10th / Dorm Room

Hugo awoke from his nap plastered in jizz, chocolate syrup, and ice cream. He was already hard again, his erection comfortably sandwiched between his expansive thighs and ballooning gut. He started jerking absentmindedly but then remembered he had to save his loads for when he was stuffing. He always ate more when he was horny. 

He lurched out of bed, his stomach sloshing with an unholy combination of cafeteria food, Boost VHC, and ice cream. He burped and rubbed his stomach, fingering the four stretch marks around his belly. He was determined to add a fifth and sixth by the time spring break was over and his roommate returned to the dorm. 

After rinsing off in the shower he pulled on a size small T-shirt. Hugo had never fit into a small. His pig brain took one night and he ordered it online whilst fapping. It was the perfect shirt to wear to the grocery store. A solid two, maybe three, inches of belly fat hung free beneath the hem. Some gray sweatpants showed off his half chubbed dick and caked up ass. A denim jacket that could no longer button accentuated his protuberant gut. 

Wobbling to the market on foot Hugo relished the stares his exposed overhang garnered. This was the only exercise he got without any classes. He was at the grocery store nearly every day, racking up charges parents’ credit card. The swoosh of the automatic doors felt like the embrace of an old friend as his eyes lit up at the aisles of food waiting to fatten him up. 

He grabbed a cart and started in the frozen food section. Pizza, chicken wings, pasta, you name it. His criteria when shopping: does it look good and is it fattening. He moved on to ice cream, multiple tubs, and then alcohol. He tended to stick with boxed wine because it was cheap and went down easy. Next was the dairy aisle, his favorite. Butter, whole milk, heavy cream, whipped cream, sour cream, they all made it into his cart. This was usually when people started to stare. 

He knew what he looked like. A young fat white slob whose clothes didn’t even fit him, gorging himself on dairy and junk food outside of his parents’ watchful eyes. People regarded him with shock and disgust, sometimes pity. He relished every moment. 

After a long meander down the snack food aisle and a quick detour through produce just for show, Hugo went to the register. The cashier awkwardly rang up the food while trying not to look at Hugo’s exposed lard, hairy and hanging heavy with stretch marks. The total was nearly two hundred dollars and at that moment he realized he had forgotten his personal cart for the walk home. Hugo was blighted with carrying all of this home by hand, unless…

He pulled out his phone and ordered a rideshare. It was only three blocks, but what was a fat boy supposed to do? Go home empty handed? Or worse, burn all the calories it would take to carry this back himself? 

The rideshare driver regarded Hugo with more disgust than anyone at the grocery store. With the backseat filled with groceries, Hugo sat in the front. He made a show of breathing heavy and scratching at his stretch marks, even burping a couple times on purpose. The driver could barely contain himself when Hugo asked for help unloading the groceries. He still obliged. 

Hugo’s room was dark and dingy, covered in take out containers, smelling of dick. “Fuckin’ pig” the driver muttered under his breath when he first walked in. When they were finished, he looked directly at the soft roll of flesh hanging over Hugo’s elastic pants and said “hit the gym, man.” 

Hugo shut the door and cracked a Boost. 

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

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Worse, is that this general is the one who cannonically suffers from abuse and being treated like a monster for his magic ability to raise the dead by his mother and folks in his hometown. AND HE'S THE KINDER ONE OF THE GENERALS WHO STILL CARE FOR HUMANITY DESPITE BEING ON DRACULA'S SIDE! Oh, and he ended up leaving Dracula and fought against him and his former general friend in the games! Yet, the show treats him so cruelly (mainly because the screenwriter was getting back at his coworker who was telling him he should stop disrespecting the franchise their doing the show on(that screenwriter was fired for allegations but the crew still used his scripts regardless). And that's just an icing on the cake with Netflix Castlevania. 4/5

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Hector is probably my favourite castlevania character in the series just because I find his character arc so intriguing. However, I was quite disappointed by how his character arc in season 4 was handled and how they tried to paint it so that hector x Lenore was somehow a healthy ship when it never was.

Iam guessing that you're comparing netflix hector to the OG hector which to be fair netflix castlevania has very much done a complete spin on many of the OG characters hector included (if I read the OG spoilers right hector ends up fighting Issac and being much more active in the plot to the point I have seen people describe him as alucard 2.0)

Hector's character starts with him being a general for dracula and working for him. The depicts Hector and Isaac to be on equal footing during season 1 especially during their shared scenes either them together or with dracula. Heck even their own individual scenes interacting with other characters like camilla or godbrand held weight and showed the importance and power they held.

During season 2 we see the differences between Hector and Isaacs ideologies and we see the different paths that the characters are narrativey built up to take with Hector getting manipulated by camilla and betraying dracula which is contrasted to Isaac who chose to stay by dracula's side and had to be manually teleported away by dracula to escape safely.

We learn that Hector's ideology and belief when making the truce with dracula is that the human population will live like livestock and be controlled as such. Hector wanted humanity to be controlled in a "merciful" way pigs raised to slaughter in a way where they can be used tools to feed the vampires and for them to be raised in a way where they cannot harm and kill other humans.

What's interesting is that Hector clearly states that he doesn't love the rest of humanity but still views their existence as valuable and and important to the world. Ideally, with this ideology Hector shouldn't mind if dracula did change his plan and resorted to killing all of the humans that plauge the earth but in as we see from his conversations with camilla he very much does mind that. The whole reason that Hector was able to be manipulated to betray dracula is because of that change within his character. What's even more interesting is that Hector was able to tell that dracula was grieving and a "a shell of his former self". Hector could tell that over the past year that the death of lissa truly took a toll on dracula and this could be linked to the reason as to why Hector is considered somewhat empathetic especially when it comes to his night creatires whom he treats like proper beings.

Hector believes that by forging night creatures they become their own beings that need a merciful master and he believes that the act of brining night creatures to life is an act of mercy. He believes that he "brings life from death", giving a new purpose or meaning to a soul and saving them from hell.

Hector holds the belief that humans should be controlled like livestock to limit them from their evil actions and an interesting thing that both dracula and isaac bring up is that Hector only knows how to treat others like livestock and he only knows how to also be treated as such. All of Hector's psst relationships whether that be with random individuals or his parents have all been negative. They have all been so bad that Hector decided that the perfect way to live his life was to be completely isolated away from civilisation. This twisted view that he has ends up ending into quite the tragic irony later on.

From birth Hector was unwanted by his mother and his father used him as a tool to get money and power from him because Hector could do alchemy. So yes from the beginning of Hector's life he was abused by both his parents (it got so bad that he literally burnt them alive in his old house to get away from them) so that's a major reason as to why he doesn't understand how a normal healthy relationship works because sadly he never had one. The only joy Hector could receive was his friendship with his night creatures and ultimately this led him to develop a dangerous belief that things should be controlled by a "merciful" ruler ultimately the term merciful is incredibly vague and may not even be what the standard belief of the word is as he fully described that having humans be pigs raised to slaughter as somehow merciful?!?!

We then move onto season 3 where we ultimately should see Hector at his worst state and we see the complete dehumanisation and manipulation that Hector goes through. In the beginning of season 3 Hector arrives chained up like a dog and walking barefoot. He is literally being treated like an animal, like livestock which is ironic considering his previous beliefs.

After he arrives he is physically stripped off any clothes and gets cold water poured all over him as a way to clean him and gets a mouldy piece of bread as food. Yep castlevania goes out of its way to show just how badly Hector is being treated and the utter dehumanisation of his character. This can also be interpreted as a form of karma for betraying dracula and showing him that his previous ideologies by having humans be controlled like livestock is a bad idea (he literally suffers the consequences of his ideology).

This dehumanisation isn't only done by camilla but also by lenore who in their first scene together literally compares Hector to a dog and treats him as such (actually you can argue that she treats him worse than a dog). We see lenore actively manipulating and stripping Hector of his own autonomy and agency as a being keeping him trapped and only allowing him for a walk if he had a collar on?!?! (Handcuffs exisit but i think the collar thing was intentional by her) and she goes further to basically ignore his experiences with vampires and say that "they aren't monsters" like she and camilla aren't committing vile acts towards Hector (this is just another way of lenore's manipulation on screen)

Hector and lenore's first meeting is clearly staged in a way where we can see that ultimately lenore has more power whether that be from the proxmeics where we see that lenore is clearly above Hector and she has to sit down to reach his level. Heck even when she is sitting down she is still above him (literally and metaphorically) she is also clothed elegantly and has a veil on her that she removes to make herself seem more friendly and make herself seem like she is getting down to Hector's level all while Hector is naked and barely has anything to cover himself. The two are separated by a jail cell quite literally showing us that they have two different lives and showing us just how separated the two are with lenore still leaving a huge gap between them (enough to show that she still cares but also enough to command respect and show authority)

Ultimately Hector is at his worst and lenore is at her best. Hector is practically bribed into making a pact or a deal with the devil. A deal where he is exploited day and night for simple human rights (the right to decent food, clothing, some autonomy etc etc). This from the very beginning is an unequal deal one that lenore cleverly frames as a business deal where Hector is somehow on equal footing when he is literally their prisoner and foremaster.

(Am I ignoring some aspects of season 4 when ir comes to lenore's characterisation? Yes! Yes iam because I liked her so much more as a character who manipulates, who wants to be seen as important and is kind for image purposes. I liked her evil more than her being whiny in season 4)

Throughout season 3 and 4 we see lenore get closer to Hector and ultimately do more manipulating. She uses sex as a means to overpower him and show him whose in contorl. She traps him both mentally and physically with the ring on his finger and she tries to depict herself and her sisters as the good guys. Her phrasing going around the whole "yes camilla is angry and has an attitude but she would never kill you" (because you're valuable and needed to be a forgemaster although she doesn't say it). Heck even in the very last episode she still clings to that belief that after everything vampires (specifically her and her sisters gave done) that they aren't monsters and that in a way her actions are justified.

Like I said I hated season 4's characterisation of Hector, lenore, the sisters and Isaac's (not so much isaac though)

It made sense for isaac to spare Hector and heck I think it may of been a bit foreshadowed if we take the conversation isaac had with the pirate into consideration.

Hector should (but never got to) of stood up and betrayed the sister's. He should of learnt that his ideology of having humans being controlled like livestock is wrong because it will never be and can never be done under "merciful" conditions since good must always exsit with evil and the other way is also true. Hector learning such a thing would also have his character betray lenore and go back to his previous beliefs that she was indeed exploiting him.

The sisters should of ended things together. Season 3 established the undying loyalty and trust that they had for each other and in my opinion it would of been imapctful to stay that way even if camilla's ambition was the thing to cause their downfall.

Lenore should of lived and died, lived and been taken down by Hector ultimately escaping and landing om top pr she should of died with the sisters. She had potential to be a cunning villain who in her words shouldn't be looked down upon or underestimated for wanting peace or little amounts of violence as possible.

In the end I agree. Hector was treated horribly by the narrative specifically when it comes to terms of abuse and how the narrative treats the topic or theme.

However, I am not fully aware of the controversy surrounding the nextflix castelvanina especially the things to do in the writing room but I have started to look into it and yikes it's not good (and that comment is an understatement)

[jokerislandgirl32]

Favorite books??

(I mean everyone in your little family + you) 😇😇

Helloooo! Thank you for this ask! We have decided to list favorite books by ages for everyone below the cut! So, all of our favorite books as children, our favorite books as tweens, and our favorite books teens and adults!

And yes, each family member is responding to this ask!

Please note there is mention of Harry Potter, I (JIG) know the author/books are triggering to some, so please do not take offense to this, I just feel like the books would have been some read by one family member in particular wayyyyy before all the unsavory details came out.

Also, a lot of these books are my personal favorites, or they are books I actually dislike immensely…so my selfship kids liking them makes me laugh 😂.

Zach: As a child I was always partial to The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams and the Peter Rabbit books by Beatrix Potter. I also loved How The Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss. As a tween/teenager, I liked the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling, the Lord of the Rings series by J.R.R. Tolkien, and the Ender’s Game Saga by Orson Scott Card. Now that I’m an adult, I’d have to say The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald and 1984 by George Orwell are probably my favorite novels. 

Violet/JIG: As a little girl my favorite book was The Foot Book by Dr. Seuss, there was just something about the “here comes pig feet” line that cracked me up, I also adored Thunder Cake by Patricia Polacco. As a tween I loved Grandpa’s Mountain by Carolyn Reeder and the American Girls Books. As a teen and adult I’d say my favorite books were/are Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls, The Education of Little Tree by Forrest Carter (the best nonfiction book I’ve ever read), Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, The Fear Street Series by RL Stine, and anything by Mary Downing Hahn.

Varina: As a child my favorite books were Winnie-the-Pooh stories, my mom had an entire collection her parents collected for her and she read them to me and all my siblings! I also loved A Bad Case of Stripes by David Shannon, the Mr. Putter and Tabby books by Cynthia Rylant, and the Amelia Bedelia books by Peggy Parish. As a tween I enjoyed The Tale of Despereaux and the American Girls books. As an adult/teen my favorite books were/are Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck, The Magic of Ordinary Days by Ann Howard Creel, and I adore any romance novel by Nicholas Sparks. 

Vera: When I was a little girl I loved the Fancy Nancy books by Jane O'Connor, any and all princess books, the Biscuit books by Alyssa Satin Capucilli, and the Junie B. Jones Books by Barbara Park. As a tween I read the American Girl books, but only I enjoyed a few of the series, Samantha was my absolute favorite! I also loved The Secret Garden and A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett, and The Wish by Gail Carsen Levine. My favorite books during my teenage years, and as an adult, are The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls, any of William Shakespeare’s plays (Romeo and Juliet is my favorite), and Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. 

Victor: When I was little my favorite book was Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss, my favorite book series was Curious George by Margret and H. A. Rey. During my tween years I read any Goosebumps book by RL Stein I could get my hands on, I also read all The Chronicles of Narnia books by C.S. Lewis, and A Series of Unfortunate Events books by Lemony Snicket.  My favorite book as a teenager was The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton, and my favorite book series as a teenager were Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs and the Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. My all time favorite book as an adult is Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer.

Vallen: The Wonky Donkey by Craig Smith was my favorite book as a kid, it was freaking hilarious, and the sequel was almost as good. I also loved the Clifford books by Norman Bridwell as a kid, and the No David books by David Shannon. As a tween I read a bunch of the Goosebumps books by RL Stine. Victor and I were in competition to see who could read the most, he won of course, the dedicated bookworm. In my teenage years and into adulthood my favorites have become The Lord of the Flies by William Golding, The Giver Quartet by Lois Lowry, and The Wayward Pines Trilogy by Blake Crouch.

Victoria: When I was a little girl I loved all of the Eric Carle books, The Very Hungry Caterpillar being my favorite! I also loved all the Little Golden Books, I think my favorite one was My Little Golden Book About God by Jane Werner Watson. Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White, Each Little Bird that Sings by Deborah Wiles, and the Little House on the Prairie Series by Laura Ingalls Wilder were my favorite books during my tween years. As a teenager I enjoyed reading the Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children book series by Ransom Riggs and To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. As an adult I’d say my favorite books are Wish You Well by David Baldacci or Go Down the Mountain by Meredith Battle. 

[bluberimufim]

Cool and spooky-ish Portuguese legends and mythological creatures because it's nearly Halloween!!

I've been wanting to do this for a while now, because I've felt disconnected from Portuguese culture lately and I'm trying to get into it. So I wanted to share some cool things I found because Portuguese folklore is something no one talks about and I love to share my culture with people! Please be warned that the translations may sound kinda awkward and that this is almost 100% from Wikipedia since Portuguese mythological creatures are a super obscure topic, and the only other big resource I could find was a super expensive book. That being said, the Wikipedia sounds pretty legit because it sounds like it was written by an old person.

Now let's get into some of my favourites!

Werewolf

This is a basic one but I still find it pretty funny. When I visited Cova do Lobisomem (trans.: Werewolf Cave), I learnt that the legend there is that, if you have twelve kids, the eldest son (in the story it was a son, but I don't know what happens if your eldest is a girl) becomes a werewolf and has to go live out in the wilderness. Another closely related legend mentions they have to serve some kind of penitence, but I found nothing on it.

Peeira (or "werewolf fairy")

Known as the "female version of the werewolf" and is able to control wolf packs. Her power seems to be guiding these wolf packs by being a reasonable and more human-like figure in the group, and is described as "lovely and wild" (omg that sounds sooo pretty). Information contradicts in this bit, also saying that she either has feelings for the werewolves or that she lures men into the woods to feed them to her ghost-wolves. A girl becomes a Peeira by being a couple's seventh oldest daughter, or by being called upon by her "predestined/soulmate werewolf".

Bisarma

Ghost of colossal size that can stand over valleys with one foot on each mountain, and sing monotonous tunes in "huge voices" (idk how else to translate it). This mythological creature also shows up in parts of Spain.

Jã

Weaving spirits. If you leave out a bunch of linen and a cake, they'll make you a linen cloth as fine as a hair, but if you forget to leave out the cake, they'll burn the linen. Apparently, people used to claim their ancestors had sheets made by the Jãs.

Zorra Berradeira (trans.: "Screaming Fox")

Shows up in Algarve every 7 years and, when it's not there, it's theorized that it visits other countries. It's a fox spirit that screams all the time but can be heard better at midnight or midday and, if you mock it, it will chase you down until your death.

Velha da Égua Branca (trans.: Old Lady on the White Mare)

Appears in Algarve on full moon nights and makes a lot of noise in the fields with pots and pans. She rides a white mare, wears a white cap with red ribbons that look like lightning, and holds a knife in her left hand. She's been called a "personification of the night".

Homem do Chapéu de Ferro (trans.: Man in the Iron Hat)

Another spirit from Algarve, but evil. He appears at midnight on the sides of roads and fountains, or under olive or fig trees. He's always accompanied by an animal, which is the Devil in disguise: either a black pig, a huge black rooster, or a deer with antlers as tall as a church tower. He has a gigantic frame, is "bronze-coloured" (whatever that means) and wears an iron hat. He'll run away when he sees the Old Lady on the White Mare (oooooh Algarvian connected universe).

Hey, people who live in Algarve, blink twice if you need help with all the supernatural shit because this seems disproportionately hardcore

Okay, this next one is gonna be longer because it's a whole legend with a plot, but I still want to tell it because it's kinda spooky and I love it!!

The Golden Lamprey

On full moon nights, on the banks of the Minho River (northern border with Spain), you can see a very beautiful Moorish girl with golden hair caressing a giant golden lamprey. The girl spends the night combing her hair with a golden comb or singing a sad melody, and the lamprey swims close to her.

According to legend, the lamprey had once been a Portuguese knight, and the girl had been engaged to another man. The two had been sentenced to death for their forbidden romance and had both been cursed - he turned into a fish and she can only gain physical form under the full moon.

There were men who set out in boats to search for the girl, either to seduce her or to steal her fine silk dress, but none ever found her.

Until one night, a young man disappeared after being heard in the tavern, clearly drunk, declaring that he was going to search for the golden-haired Moorish girl. His plan was to make her fall in love with him, sell her comb, and then open an inn where he'd let curious travellers take a look at this supernatural river girl in exchange for large sums of money.

The next day, the lantern he'd set out with was found on some rocks near the river by a few fishers, and his body was found in the water, a bit further ahead. On his neck, there were the marks of small, sharp teeth, similar to the shape of a lamprey's mouth. But what startled the fishers more was the satisfied look on the young man's face. (not posting a pic of a lamprey's mouth bc it feels like it would warrant some kind of content warning but pls do look it up if you're curious, it's horrifying)

There was also another legend of another cursed Moorish girl but on a rock this time that I remembered reading in school, but I genuinely cannot find it. If you know anything about a story named "A Moura do Penedo" (not the cursed snake princess one) pls hit me up, I remember loving that one as a kid. "Cursed Moorish girl" is such a common trope in Portuguese legends that it's almost unsearchable.

And if you want to add anything or correct any of the information I presented, please feel free! This is very much "baby's first dive into Portuguese folklore"

That being said, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! There are other less-spooky legends I'd love to share, if you're interested! Happy Halloween/other coinciding spooky holiday!

[beauwolfsong]

who: @jayparkv where: jay's house in the early morning of july 14

It had been a long night, and Beau knew it would probably be a while before he attended the summer festival again—maybe not until next summer, if ever. He finally managed to catch up with Nathan, who looked a little worse for wear but would be okay. Though beyond exhausted, there was one more place Beau needed to go before he could rest. He had to make sure Jay was alright. His phone hadn't worked during the festival, but now it did. Still, that wasn’t enough. He needed to see Jay with his own eyes, touch him with his own bloody hands.

Sneaking out of the house without waking his brothers, Beau avoided drawing attention to himself. They’d all had a long night, and the last thing he wanted was to answer a million questions. He drove to Jay's place in record time, swerving around debris scattered in the road.

What he found at Jay’s wasn’t what he expected: dead animals and their stench. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Beau saw himself caked in dirt and dried blood. The blood on his hands was Nathan’s, from when they pulled that metal rod out of his foot. Maybe he should just go home, text Jay like a normal person. But Beau had never been normal when it came to Jay. He turned off the car and got out.

It didn’t take long to find Jay on the edge of his property, digging holes. Beau’s heart constricted in his chest as he watched him for a moment. Jay seemed perfectly fine. Relief flooded through Beau, and he quickened his steps to reach Jay faster. "Jay, I—" He stopped short, noticing the dead pigs beside Jay. His empty stomach twisted. He was hungry, but not that hungry. He stepped closer, stopping a couple of feet away. "Do you need any help?"

As Beau stood there, a realization hit him like a freight train. It wasn’t just relief he felt; it was something deeper, something that had been simmering under the surface for far too long. His heart wasn’t just constricting out of concern—it was out of something much more powerful. Beau had always been protective of Jay, always felt a strong connection, but he’d never allowed himself to dig deeper into those feelings. Standing there, he couldn’t deny it any longer. He cared about Jay in a way that went beyond a hook up.

"Jay, I—" Beau started again, his voice softer, more vulnerable. "I’m really glad you’re okay." The words felt inadequate, but they were all he could manage at the moment.

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Story - Fall of the Jock Pt.3

"My Gym Piggy is Growing"

The second video arrived the next day and the screen made it clear that this was the third week Jace had spent in that place.

It was clear that Jace's routine, or rather punishment, had continued. His body was no longer as tight and fit as before. Instead, Jace looked different, his muscles looked deteriorated, the young and once an adonis seemed weaker, he didn't even speak when the man entered the room and patted his stomach.

Jace's abs were no longer as defined, but with each Jace's heavy breath they disappeared. The man came in with a huge chocolate cake the size of the table he was carrying it on, the chocolate seemed to be melting and spilling all over the tray and then some messages appeared on the screen.

"I like to keep the temperature high, I even turn on the heating, as you know everything I feed our boy is soaked in a substance that makes him horny, I think the heat helps improve the effect, plus look at him all sweaty, Isn't that how gym rats like Jace like to be?

This heat also helps keep him weaker, we don't want Jace to be rude right? It's been 4 days since he doesn't fight back or try to resist, perhaps he has learned his place."

The lights turn on and Jace seems to react, he closes his eyes and suddenly the man slaps his no longer so defined face a few times.

"HeyJace! We're celebrating your 20th day here and the soon disappearance of those damn abs" the man laughed and looked at Jace's stomach, the lines of his muscles were barely visible, the guy's smile grew bigger as he tried to the sweaty one Jace's skin and saw how the boy wanted to move away from his cold touch, so he left his left palm there feeling the breath of his prey who used to be so arrogant and now looked scared, a step back and a little momentum ends in a fist that sank deep into the boy's abdomen, Jace only moaned and spit out saliva, feeling as if the man's fist burst his insides and darted his body from his navel to his lower back.

With that he placed the cake on the floor and turned to Jace who was hunched over, still breathless and in pain.

"This fatty is now stronger than you, huh?" He taunted his captor by pulling his hair to raise his head and look at him, a confused face and an open mouth as saliva continued to come out was all he saw.

He looked at his body past his now soft stomach, his arms were bigger but lacking definition, they looked swollen and a little greasy, his triceps were definitely gone although he could still see Jace's biceps, his once toned and slim feet. . They were a little fat, his thighs undoubtedly took the worst part, it was as if the fat were stagnating in them, they are completely soft, the calves were still there, barely. On his neck and jaw a small double chin was beginning to grow, it was as if his beautiful body was being covered under a thin layer of fat and was beginning to swell.

"This has only just begun and you don't look so good anymore" that was true Jace seemed exhausted and weak, the bags under his eyes were noticeable and his muscles were fading with each calorie that the man has made him swallow, his pecs were already not so good. strong nor pronounced like the first day he arrived, instead they seemed to swell and droop a little and his sharp face looked softer and rounder.

He lifted him out of the chair, but his ankles and wrists were still tied, he dragged him and threw him straight into the huge cake. Jace's chest and face sank into the chocolate coating, the man stood behind him and put his foot on Jace's back so he would stay there.

"You know what to do or else" he took out a teaser from his pocket and made it buzz, the simple sound sent shivers down the jock's spine, Jace just obeyed.

His face, neck, pectorals and his stomach were covered in chocolate, his mouth and face completely covered in crumbs and frosting.

Jace ate, burying his face in the bread and chocolate, it was like watching a pig wallowing in the mud. The man pressed his foot a little more on Jace's back while he laughed, the weight made the boy sink into the cake and almost choke, he raised his head again and continued eating, the man was hard watching the scene.

A message appeared on the screen:

"The cake was full of the drug, if you see..." a zoom was made to Jace's crotch "Our fattening pig is getting hard, although not harder than me. Look, his penis is already erect and leaking chocolate, maybe I should help him clean himself, but first he must finish eating."

Jace's stomach swelled more and he was holding a quarter of the big cake, his belly button popped out and Jace let out a big belch while his penis became completely hard, playfully kicking his balls of Jace and the little pig, afraid of punishment, continued eating.

From there the man and the camera had a good view of Jace's already flaccid butt, of all the parts of his body his hard buttocks seemed to be the ones that were ruined the fastest, turning into a gelatinous and shapeless mass, all that was needed was to expand that greasy mass now.

Jace swallowed, crawling over the large tray full of the remains of the cake, while he took bites here and there hoping that it would soon be finished.

His abdomen hurt and was swollen, he was barely a little more than a quarter of the cake when he stopped for the first time, he waited for the teaser to download, instead he received a strong kick in his groin, with his member erect it was even more painful. The first kick to his crotch was so hard that he lifted him off the ground for a few moments. A second kick to his balls made him howl in pain, a third colliding with his full stomach, eliciting grunts and belches from Jace.

When the man lifted his foot again Jace rushed to take a bite, but that didn't save him, the heavy boot collided with his left cheek and the pain almost made him choke.

The man let him continue, but raised the temperature a little, enjoying seeing the arrogant gallant in these conditions. Jace was crawling on the cake soaked in sweat and chocolate, panting from the sudden heat and how much he had eaten, burping constantly, and still hard and horny as hell.

More than half of the cake was gone and Jace stopped again, without strength he simply collapsed on the cake and waited for the blow, but this time the man pulled his jacket, fitting his nails into his balls, it was horrible, he squeezed his balls without stop and when he saw that Jace was still not eating he began to kick after kick in his crotch.

After more than ten kicks and recoiling in pain, Jace moved a little and buried his head in the rest of the cake taking small bites only for the man to stop.

Soon his torso was covered in a layer of sweat and chocolate frosting, his breathing heavy as he struggled to take another bite.

Fed up with Jace's small bites, the man simply picked up Jace's body and threw it on top of the rest of the cake. Jace rolled over and was covered in chocolate. The man bent down and took a piece of the cake that was lying on the cake with his hands. Jace's stomach and shoved it into the boy's mouth. So he continued to "clean" Jace's body and feed him, running a finger across his navel, lowering his hand to his hip and finally sliding his finger across Jace's hard penis until he reached the top. tip.

He massaged a little and cleaned the chocolate from the tip of his penis, smearing it with frosting and precum, taking it to Jace's mouth and making him lick it, before giving him a strong slap on his stomach or rather belly, his abs were not visible and his stomach came out to the delight of his captor. Who ran his tongue all over his penis along it and making the stud moan.

Jace squirmed, hating that this guy was turning him on, but he couldn't hold back all those moans in his throat. The man took several bites of the cake himself and shoved a few more pieces into Jace's mouth, forcing him to eat. The man wouldn't release Jace's burden, not yet. He continued to massage and remove the remains of the cake from Jace's body, licked his nipples, tasted the chocolate all over his torso, and ran his tongue over every corner of his flaccid ass and long legs until Jace was moderately clean, although he left his " chocolatey" cock for later.

"Very good, but the cake wasn't everything," said the man, seeing the stallion stunned on the ground, with his back against the tray where the cake was.

He dragged a hose and attached it to a funnel, Jace is still lying on the ground trying to breathe when the man inserted the funnel into his mouth and turned on the faucet of a tank. The hose twisted and a slightly liquid pudding reached Jace's mouth. Jace's eyes became watery, because he felt like his stomach was going to burst, the flow ran down his throat and went down heavily to his belly, bulging and creating such a swelling that Jace couldn't stand, it moved from one side to the other but the flow It didn't stop.

Jace couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to vomit, but as soon as he finished that tank the man connected the hose to a smaller gallon, the special supplement for Jace. The flow began to come and Jace simply writhed on the floor sweating profusely as the shoulder caressed his body, brought his fingers to his penis and began to massage it playfully.

Soon Jace was beyond hard and agitated as the man jerked him off, he struggled, but he couldn't help but moan even with the milkshake entering his mouth. The man slowed down and Jace twisted his hips, then he stopped, and licked the chocolate off his finger while he watched the panting boy, he tasted and licked each finger and then he bent down, put Jace's penis in his mouth and began to work, going too slowly, unfortunately for Jace who wanted it all to end.

The man took a bite and Jace took a big gulp, almost choking on the liquid. When he felt Jace was ready, the man stopped again and Jace seemed more frustrated, the liquid was still making his cock throb and he felt like his stomach was being burst from the inside. So the man took a somewhat rough dildo and slid it between Jace's buttocks and turned it on. Jace was completely overwhelmed by the sensations. He even felt that his nipples were burning and the tip of his penis was throbbing. He grunted in pain and choked. .

The man had put a needle in each of his nipples and was now burying another one, a little longer and spiked, in the tip of his penis. The man gave him a smile, their gazes met, Jace's frightened eyes closed. and with a malicious laugh his captor pushed the needle until it was almost completely buried.

"Alright, let's keep playing" with one hand he took turns massaging the needles on his nipples, and with the other He masturbated him, the flow of the hose did not stop and the dildo was still on. The man massaged Jace's member very slowly, watching as the spikes of the needle pressed from the inside to the skin of the penis, causing horrible agony in Jace. A few more movements and the hose stopped but he came in buckets writhing and clenching his fists and toes.

It was horrible, the needle did not allow him to release completely and little by little and painfully the same flow of semen was pushing the needle out, which took almost five minutes to happen, being extremely painful as if his member was being torn from the inside and every time he He came and the semen pushed the spikes tore the skin, finally the needle was out.

Jace lay there weakly looking at the man who took the dildo from him and carried it back to the chair. Jace just collapsed in the chair on the verge of unconsciousness, his penis still dripping with semen and his mouth still with traces of saliva, the man patted his cheek and twisted the guides on Jace's nipples a little, he smiled Hearing him moan in pain and then he tore them off so abruptly that he left small holes, the light went off and the video ended with the sound of the man's footsteps and the door closing.

The description said: My little pig is doing well, maybe I've been very good to him, if you're wondering, Jace weighed 197 lbs at that time, the poor guy still didn't know that he would end up weighing almost 900 lbs, but leave that to me, "I'll show you how Jace got there."

Fall of the Jock Pt. 2