#portly belly

[sahnejungsliebhaber]

„Seitdem ich mit der Kellnerin zusammen bin darf ich hier immer umsonst essen.“ „Ist ja schön, aber ich warne dich, pass auf und lass dich nur nicht von dem netten Mädel mästen!“

“Since I've been with the waitress, I've always been allowed to eat here for free.” “That's great, but I'm warning you, be careful and don't let that pretty girl fatten you up!”

„Burp, ich bin wieder so voll!“ „Wovor habe ich dich eigentlich gewarnt.“ „Aber sie sagt sie liebt es so mit Bauch.“ „Ja manche Mädchen mästen ihren Jungen um ihn sich zu sichern.“ Er ist 14 Kilos in drei Monaten schwerer geworden, obwohl seine Muskeln schwinden.

“Burp, I'm so full again!” “What did I warn you about?” “But she says she loves me more with a belly.” “Yes, some girls fatten up their boys to keep them for themselves.” He's gained 14 kilos in three months, even though his muscles are shrinking.

[doublebellyman]

The best of Urban Dictionary:

gucci belly

A well fed man. A man who has a large belly because he's got paper (i.e., money).

[thicc-astronaut]

Strong Bad: *looks at Senor Cardgage*

Homestar Runner: *looks at Homsar*

Strong Bad: "Do you think anybody else has a weird malformed duplicate who only speaks in non sequiturs?"

Coach Z: "Actually, I am the malfrormed dorplicate"

[stonerbellybabe]

omg the way your belly jiggles is so fucking hot, could we get a longer video of you standing and playing with that portly orb of pudge?

featuring a couple little post-meal burps

[honeylullaby]

“Don’t worry about it, angel.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 / Rupert proves he will go to extremes to protect your sweet nature…

18+ FANFIC / We love protective Rupert 🥺 Shortish work. Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Summer had officially arrived — the glorious sun was stifling, a swarm of bumblebees had begun their treacherous mission for pollen and the most marvellous sunflowers had shot up outside of Penscombe Court, a welcoming golden hello. Venturer, who were working tirelessly to secure their bid for the franchise, however, hadn’t taken notice of the magnificent day. They were cooped inside the kitchen, slumped around the dining table, emptying bottles of whiskey.

Declan O’Hara, who was stood outside, greedily puffing on a cigarette, kept his gaze affixed on a ravenous crowd of paparazzi trudging up the gravel driveway, cameras poised expectantly. “Morning, Declan. Care to pose for us?” A snivelling man with a rotund pot belly asked. that visibly made his lips curl in rage. “Fuck off.” The Irishman spat in response. Shrugging his shoulders acceptingly, the stout man trained his camera towards Rupert’s bedroom window, subsequently followed by a mass of blinding flashes and camera shutters. Curling his lip in befuddled rage, Declan marched inside, face magenta with fury. “Where is she?” Declan questioned Rupert, noticing your absence at the table. “Getting changed. Why?” Rupert asked, nonchalantly puffing his cigarette. “There’s a pack of fuckin’ vultures outside.” He growled, exhaling deeply.

Parading outside, and walking into a flurry of flashes, Rupert shot the paparazzi a faux smile. “Afternoon, chaps. May I see what you’ve been taking pictures of? Seeing as there’s nobody here.” He asked, advancing on the portly man. Hesitantly, the man offered his camera and watched, humiliated, as Rupert hurriedly flicked through the vulnerable photos he’d stolen of you. “Right. I’ve been drinking all day, so I’m going to drunkenly collapse by the door. How drunk do you want me?” He asks, retreating to the large flowerpot housing a sunflower by the door. “Very.” The cameraman spoke, instantaneously raising the camera to his eye. “Perfect. Delete those fucking photos before you leave with a broken jaw, and I’ll be very, very drunk.” He grinned, throwing his jacket onto the floor. “You wouldn’t.” The man rolled his eyes.

“Perhaps not. But there’s a very angry Rottweiler of an Irishman in there would take great pleasure in it.” Rupert snapped, and watched as the man frantically panicked to delete the photos. Collapsing onto the flowerpot, Rupert slumped himself over, mouth agape in feigned intoxication. He waited for the burst of flashes to cease before he shot back up. “Great. I look forward to seeing them tomorrow.”

-

The summer heat was beautifully subtle the following morning. Rusted chaffinches warbled harmoniously in the beech trees, and strobes of warm ivory sunlight crept through the kitchen from the sheer voile curtains. You were stood at the oven, frying the contents of a hearty cooked breakfast for Rupert, who sat at the dining table dressed only in a pair of boxers, reading today’s Scorpion. “Anything interesting?” You ask, turning to face him. With a self-satisfied smirk, he flaunted the newspaper at you. On the cover — a picture of him sunken into the flower pots, visibly hammered. Your jaw swung open in distress. “Rupert! Oh my God!” You slammed down your spatula and charged over to him, snatching the paper from his hand.

“They can’t do this to you! How horrible and spiteful! I’m so sorry, darling.” You wail, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh, nonsense. Don’t worry about it, angel. They must’ve been too quick for me.” Rupert mutters, running his coarse hands over your arms to soothe you. His heart melted — knowing you were protected from the vile embarrassment you were to face. He would humiliate himself a thousand times before he allowed you to be upset once.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Can I please request thiccc Aegon being obsessed with eating his wife’s pussy

Appetite

PAIRING: Chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 1,102.

WARNINGS: female oral receiving, swearing, chubby!aegon ii, stomach riding, teasing.

A/N - apologies for the long wait. although this request was too delicious. hope you enjoy x

It was no discrete feat that your beloved husband, Aegon the Second, was known for his grand appetite.

As a young prince, suffering the constant scrutiny of the burden of high expectations, as the eldest sibling and the potential heir, Aegon sought comfort in the company of women, and most often food... With maturity, transforming from a scrawny figure, as his body grew so did his stomach. Much more portly and round, more visible softer edges and a pooling stomach that grew further out of his waistline, Aegon, handsome nonetheless, was a formidable figure.

And as his wife, it was your duty to uphold favors for your husband...

"Today could not have been more unbearable. This family of mine continues to prove to be a complete pain and bore—” Aegon cooly whimpers, his rotund body waddling its way towards you ever so slowly from the doorway, his familiar, heavy footsteps echoing between the stony walls of your shared chambers.

"Is that so? Does your Grandsire still talk your ear off in pursuit with talks of you being King? Has Cole worn you out with your royal training? Mayhaps you’ve grown lazy, as you spend more time shoving that pretty mouth of yours full.”

Aegon’s thick arms snake around your waist, pulling you inch by inch closer towards his larger frame, the warmth radiating from him. Your breasts press against his plump chest, pushing your cleavage upward, only a teasing distance away from Aegon’s face.

“Must you always tease me? You and I both know just how much you rather enjoy this pretty mouth of mine… Although, your absence was greatly felt today. I could not stop thinking about you and…”

"Hmm, and what, Aegon?" You seducingly whisper, your lips ever so lightly grazing against Aegon's plump mouth, as your grip tightens around his clothed, excess adipose.

"That pretty, tight cunt of yours."

With only a mutual exchange of beaming smiles and darting eyes, you found yourself comfortably sat atop your husband's curvaceous hips: feeling the growing stiffness bulging beneath his trousers, the more you shifted and pressed your aching cunt against it, the more it stirred. Earning a groan or two, Aegon sat shirtless, his soft, wife belly exposed, tits growing exponentially, you could practically hold them by the handful.

"Up, baby- I need you now. But turn around. We're doing this a little differently."

It took you a minute or two, steadying yourself with your back facing towards Aegon, as you carefully aligned and planted your exposed bare cunt onto his ravenous mouth. His lips felt moist against yours, although adamant on sucking, his latch was strong feeling his thick, warm tongue slither between your throbbing, velvet folds.

His deep moans, although muffled, were penetrable enough to hear, his grip tightening, a hand clasped at each of your thighs: you felt secure atop of him, as your husband kept you confined in place. Uncertain of your stance however, for this was a first, naturally your hands fell onto his meaty rolls, manoeuvring between the plump folds of his sides, and his ample tits.

"Gotten s-so, s-so big I can practically h-hold onto these t-teats to keep me s-steady, y-your Grace-"

"K-Keep it up, a-and you'll have the most g-gracious tits th-than all the m-maidens, I-I fear."

Your jaunts and jabs seemed only to heighten Aegon's lustful drive, his head pushing in further against your backside as his hands gestured your lap to fall deeper against him: his eager tongue delved deeper between your walls, gently biting at the tender skin of your entrance. Naturally, your nails clawed and dug deeper against the paleness of his paunchy blubber, leaving remnants of red marks to grow visible instead.

Your mind no longer coherent, felt senseless and weak in such a vulnerable position, whimpering for your husband, begging aloud his name, as your cunt began to ooze eagerly with your wetness. Hearing the messy, sloppy sounds as Aegon hungrily devoured and slurped at every inch of your cunt, savouring your delectable flavour, his grand appetite did not cease either in the bedroom...

"S-So fucking good- No craving in the world could appease me, only that of my wife's glorious fucking cunt."

Your elbows grew weary, your inner thighs trembling as the strength you mustered to keep balanced lessened: Aegon kept you secured against him, his hold unmatched you endured the feast he devoured of you.

"Now, my baby's turn. I bet this aching cunt is dying to feel this against her clit- Don't think I didn't feel you groping me that entire time. You love me being fat."

As you delicately shifted yourself to face Aegon, his stocky arms guiding you with assistance, you now sat atop his lap, gazing upon his handsome face, and the glistening, milky film that intoxicated his pouty lips.

"Taste it, my love. Taste yourself. Taste how divine you are, I can never get enough of it."

With impeccable obedience, your lips instinctively plummeted against Aegon's, his tongue remaining ever so keen, pushing through into your mouth, entwining with your own: a sneaky grin echoed across his lips pressed against yours, as you devoured yourself.

Preoccupied, Aegon's meaty forearms, had snaked their way once more around your tender thighs, lifting you gently upwards, nestling you atop his round, rotund belly. Your slick cunt leaves the residue mixture of your ooze with Aegon's own saliva, a glistening trail against the fleshy, fair skin of his prominent gut. Your pace slow, only began to quick as your steady breathing began to hasten with excitement. Your nails once more, digging into the soft flesh of his broad shoulders, claw marks like of some untamed animal, grew vibrant red in contrast with the paleness of his Valyrian skin.

"Mhmm- my beloved, you were so quick to taunt at how fat and round I have become and yet you crumble at the mere sight of me. Look at you, bouncing on this gut, as if you bounce on my cock. Need I grow fatter for you to accept that you relish in lying and mating with a fat man."

"A-Aeg- N-Not just any fat man... J-Just you, my G-Grace. I l-love you for th-this and s-so much more."

The natural friction brewing from beneath, a potent heat feverish against your inner thighs and entrance, against the portly double belly of your husband: feeling his fat meekly squirm between your folds was enough to ripen an excitement only your husband's cock could genuinely deliver. Falling into his cosy embrace, you shared the rest of the evening welcoming dusk in the intimate seize of your husband.

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[whywontyoucomeout]

Legend of the Sword and the Swollen Belly

Mei Lin moved like flowing water, her blade flashing in the dim light of the alleyway. Eight months pregnant she may have been, but that did nothing to slow the grace of her movements as she danced between her attackers.

"Look at the size of her!" one of the thugs jeered. "She can barely stand, much less fight!"

Mei Lin said nothing, conserving her breath. Let them underestimate her. It would be their downfall.

The first man lunged forward, swinging a heavy club. Mei Lin pivoted, her swollen belly just barely clearing the path of the weapon. In the same fluid motion, she brought her sword up and across, opening a deep gash in the thug's arm. He cried out and stumbled back.

Two more rushed her from opposite sides. Mei Lin dropped into a crouch, wincing at the strain on her lower back. The thugs collided above her with a meaty thud. As they reeled back, she rose and struck in two swift motions. Both men fell, clutching bleeding legs.

"Who sent you?" Mei Lin demanded, her voice steady despite her elevated breathing.

"Go to hell, you cow!" one of the fallen men spat.

Mei Lin's eyes narrowed. Her next strike left him short one ear.

"I won't ask again," she said coldly.

The remaining thugs looked at each other nervously. This was not how they had expected the night to go. Their boss had assured them this would be an easy job - just rough up some helpless pregnant woman as a warning to her husband. No one had mentioned anything about her being a master swordswoman.

"It was Gao," one of them said quickly. "Boss Gao sent us. Said to send a message to your husband about paying his debts."

Mei Lin nodded grimly. "Tell Gao that my husband's debts died with him three months ago. And if he sends anyone else after me or my child, his debts to me will be paid in blood."

She began to turn away, then paused as another contraction gripped her. The thugs watched in confusion and growing terror as she braced herself against the alley wall, breathing heavily.

After a long moment, Mei Lin straightened. She fixed the men with a steely glare. "Now get out of my sight. My child and I have an appointment to keep."

The thugs scrambled to gather their wounded and flee. Mei Lin watched them go, one hand on her sword, the other resting on her belly where her child kicked furiously.

"Settle down, little one," she murmured. "You'll have your chance to fight soon enough. But first, let's get you safely into this world."

With a final glance down the alley, Mei Lin sheathed her sword and set off toward the midwife's house. It was going to be a long night.

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Mei Lin arrived at the midwife's house, her breath coming in short gasps. The old woman, Madam Chen, took one look at her and ushered her inside.

"Is it time?" she asked, helping Mei Lin to a bed.

Mei Lin nodded, then grimaced as another contraction hit. Madam Chen examined her carefully, then frowned.

"False alarm, my dear," she said gently. "Your body is preparing, but the little one isn't ready yet."

Mei Lin sighed, partly in relief and partly in frustration. "How much longer?"

"Could be days," Madam Chen replied. "Get some rest. You'll need your strength."

Reluctantly, Mei Lin allowed herself to be convinced to stay the night. She slept fitfully, her dreams filled with clashing swords and crying infants.

The next morning, feeling refreshed but still very pregnant, Mei Lin made her way home. The streets were quieter than usual, an uneasy tension in the air. As she turned onto her street, she saw why.

A group of men stood outside her house, led by a portly figure she recognized all too well. Boss Gao himself had come to call.

"Ah, Mei Lin," Gao called out as she approached. "I heard you had an eventful evening. I thought I'd come personally to discuss your husband's... outstanding obligations."

Mei Lin's hand went to her sword hilt. "I told your men, Gao. My husband's debts died with him."

Gao's face hardened. "Debts don't die, Mei Lin. They pass to the family. Unless, of course, you'd like to work out an... alternative arrangement." His eyes lingered on her swollen belly.

White-hot rage filled Mei Lin. Without conscious thought, her sword was in her hand.

"Last chance, Gao," she growled. "Leave now, or join my husband in the afterlife."

Gao laughed and gestured to his men. "Take her."

What followed was a blur of steel and blood. Mei Lin fought like a woman possessed, her blade singing through the air. She was outnumbered, but her skill and fury more than made up for it.

One by one, Gao's men fell. Some fled, clutching bleeding wounds. Others lay still on the ground. Through it all, Mei Lin never lost sight of Gao, who watched with increasing panic as his forces dwindled.

Finally, it was just the two of them. Gao fumbled for a hidden dagger, but Mei Lin was faster. Her sword flashed out, knocking the weapon from his hand and opening a gash across his palm.

"Please," Gao whimpered, falling to his knees. "Mercy!"

Mei Lin stood over him, sword point at his throat. "Did you show mercy to my husband when he begged for more time? Did you show mercy when you sent thugs after his pregnant wife?"

She pulled back her sword for the killing blow, but suddenly staggered. A contraction gripped her, far stronger than before. As she gasped in pain, her water broke, soaking her legs.

Gao's eyes widened in terror. "You- you can't kill me now! It's bad luck to spill blood when a child is coming!"

Mei Lin's laugh was half pain, half bitter amusement. "Then it seems today is your lucky day, Gao." She lowered her sword. "Run. Run far and fast. Because if I ever see you again, no superstition will stay my hand."

As Gao scrambled away, Mei Lin sank to her knees, breathing heavily. The baby was coming, and coming fast.

"Madam Chen!" she called out, hoping the midwife was nearby. "I think it's time for real now!"

As neighbors began to emerge, drawn by the sounds of fighting, Mei Lin closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. One battle was over, but another was just beginning. And this time, she and her child would face it together.

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The Sword, the Swollen Belly, and the Solitary Struggle

Mei Lin's cries for Madam Chen went unanswered. The midwife must have been attending another birth. Panic threatened to overwhelm her as another contraction hit, stronger than before.

No, she thought fiercely. I've faced worse than this. I can do this.

With great effort, Mei Lin pulled herself to her feet. She couldn't give birth here in the street, surrounded by curious onlookers. She needed privacy and safety.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, she staggered towards her house. Each step was agony, but she pressed on, one hand on her sword hilt, the other supporting her belly.

Once inside, she barred the door and made her way to the bedroom. She laid out clean sheets and gathered what supplies she could - a knife to cut the cord, clean cloths, water.

As she worked, the contractions intensified. Mei Lin found herself on her hands and knees, panting through the pain. She tried to remember what Madam Chen had told her about breathing, about pushing.

Hours passed in a haze of pain and effort. Mei Lin lost track of time, focused only on the relentless rhythm of contractions. She alternated between walking, squatting, and resting on her side.

"Come on, little one," she gasped. "We've fought so hard to get here. Don't give up now."

The pain reached a crescendo. Mei Lin felt an overwhelming urge to push. She bore down with all her might, a primal scream tearing from her throat.

Nothing happened.

Panic rose again. Was something wrong? She pushed again, and again, but the baby didn't seem to be moving.

Exhausted and terrified, Mei Lin closed her eyes. She thought of all the battles she'd fought, all the challenges she'd overcome. She thought of her husband, of the life growing inside her.

"We are warriors," she whispered fiercely. "And warriors don't give up."

With renewed determination, Mei Lin changed positions. She squatted, bracing herself against the bed. As the next contraction built, she took a deep breath and pushed with everything she had.

This time, she felt movement. Hope surged through her. "That's it," she encouraged herself. "Keep going."

Push after push, Mei Lin fought to bring her child into the world. The pain was beyond anything she'd ever experienced, but she embraced it, used it to fuel her determination.

Finally, with one last Herculean effort, she felt the baby slip free. Mei Lin caught the tiny, slippery body in her hands, her heart pounding.

For a terrifying moment, there was silence. Then, a lusty cry filled the room.

Tears streamed down Mei Lin's face as she brought the baby to her chest. "Hello, my little warrior," she whispered. "Welcome to the world."

With shaking hands, she cut the cord and cleaned the baby as best she could. It was a girl, small but strong, with a shock of dark hair and eyes that seemed to take in everything.

As Mei Lin held her daughter close, she felt a profound sense of peace. They had done it. Against all odds, they had survived.

"Your father would be so proud," she murmured to the now-quiet infant. "And I promise you, my little one, I will always be here to protect you. We'll face whatever comes together."

Outside, the sun was rising, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. A new day was dawning, and with it, a new chapter in Mei Lin's life. She knew there would be challenges ahead, but for now, she allowed herself to rest, her daughter safe in her arms.

The swordswoman had become a mother, and she was ready for her greatest adventure yet.

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Mei Lin's moment of peace was short-lived. As she cradled her newborn daughter, a familiar pain gripped her abdomen. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

"No," she gasped. "It can't be..."

But the contractions continued, growing in intensity. Mei Lin's mind raced. Twins? How had she not known? How had Madam Chen not realized?

There was no time to ponder these questions. The second baby was coming, and coming fast. Mei Lin gently placed her daughter in a makeshift nest of blankets, then struggled to her feet.

This labor was different. The pain was sharper, more urgent. Mei Lin paced the room, one hand on her still-swollen belly, the other braced against the wall for support.

"Please," she whispered, unsure if she was addressing the baby or some higher power. "Please, let this be quick."

But it wasn't quick. Hours passed, and still the second twin refused to emerge. Mei Lin tried every position she could think of - squatting, standing, lying on her side. Nothing worked.

Exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her. She had already been through so much - the fight with Gao's men, the grueling first birth. How much more could her body take?

As another contraction wracked her body, Mei Lin found herself on her hands and knees. She stayed there, the cool floor offering some small relief against her feverish skin.

"Please, little one," she begged, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Please come out. Your sister is waiting for you. I'm waiting for you."

She pushed with all her might, over and over again. Sweat poured down her face, mingling with tears of exhaustion and frustration.

"I can't do this," she sobbed. "I can't..."

But even as the words left her mouth, she knew they weren't true. She was Mei Lin, master swordswoman, protector of the weak. She had faced down armies, survived the loss of her husband, brought one child into the world alone. She could do this.

With a guttural cry, Mei Lin gathered the last reserves of her strength. She bore down, pushing harder than she ever had before.

And finally, finally, she felt movement.

"Yes," she gasped. "That's it. Come on, little warrior. You're almost here."

With one last, monumental effort, Mei Lin felt the second baby slip free. She turned, catching the tiny body in her trembling hands.

This baby didn't cry immediately. For a heart-stopping moment, Mei Lin feared the worst. Then, as if sensing her panic, the infant let out a thin wail.

Mei Lin laughed through her tears, bringing the baby to her chest. "There you are," she murmured. "What a journey you've had."

This one was a boy, smaller than his sister but with a fierce grip that spoke of his strength. Mei Lin cleaned him as best she could, then brought both babies together.

As she looked down at her unexpected twins, a wave of love and protectiveness washed over her. They were tiny, vulnerable, perfect. And they were hers.

"My little warriors," she whispered. "My son, my daughter. I don't know what challenges lie ahead of us, but I promise you this - we will face them together. You are the children of a swordswoman and a scholar. You have the strength of your father's mind and your mother's arm. And you will never, ever be alone."

Outside, the sun had completed its journey across the sky. Night was falling, bringing with it a gentle breeze that whispered of new beginnings.

Mei Lin settled back against the wall, a baby in each arm. She was exhausted, sore, and more terrified than she'd ever been in her life. But she was also filled with a fierce joy and determination.

This was not the future she had planned. But as she looked at her children's faces, she knew it was the future she was meant to have. And whatever came next, she would be ready.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Forbidden affair.

Pairing: Toji fushiguro x chubby reader.

Warning: Cheating, Toxic love affair, Jealousy, Gaslighting, Pregnancy, Arguments, Possessive Toji, Passionate sex, fingering, Oral (Fem), Pregnancy sex, Breastfeeding, wall sex, Ausgt.

Summary: it was supposed to be the same, help a happy couple, help create their future but one look in his eyes and you were doomed.

A/n: Fanart, not mine.

Verdant, like glistening emeralds, was a dangerous temptation, such desire, was the telltale of your doom. Sounds of impatient foot-tapping still rings in your ear each time you think of him.

The words of the doctor and his wife faded once you glazed upon him, what a bewitching beauty. Onyx hair, like that of coal, hangs in front of those green memorizing jewels that he was fortunate to call his a build that heavyweights envy and strive for and a scar down the right side of his lip. He was beautiful.

You moved in a couple of weeks after of course once the doctor had confirmed you were with child. The house was pretty and traditional, even cozy. Many mornings were spent cocking your breakfast and bitterly listening to Kimkio's sobs of pleasure as Toji no doubt showed no mercy on his small wife and you could not help but be envious of her luck, happiness, looks, and otherwise perfect life.

Each time they came out of their room to eat she'd always smile so sweetly and greet you while she barely stood straight you had to push those petty feelings down and smile. So stuck in pretending to be nice you failed to notice the animalistic, want glint Toji's glaze as he skillfully watches you move around, without seeming he wasn't paying attention to you at all, a perk from his job if you will. You were delectable, simply pretty there was something gorgeous about your portly form, the small jiggle of your breasts, stomach, and thighs that drove him crazy with want and Toji fushiguro always got what he wanted, rather if people liked it or not.

You groaned and walked to the kitchen with items that would surely be on your craving wants.

"you're home." Toji hiccuped, taking a swig of Asahi Super Dry and leaning against the wall. "Tojj are you drunk?" you frowned, and stopped putting away the groceries. " 'm not." he slurred which answered that question. "Come on, let's get you to bed." you shook your head and strolled to him. Surprisingly he didn't put up a fight as you took his hand and led the way to his bed. "there you go." you smiled gently, moving a lock of hair away from his closed lids. You couldn't help but wonder if he did this every time Kimiko left on a business trip.

You gasped when a firm griped your wrist once you stood up and pulled you onto Toji, who quickly pinned you to the bed he bed "Where ya goin'?" toji slurred, pushing both your wrists to the mattress and weaved in between your legs. Your heart skips a beat, Toji was as handsome as he always was. His bedroom prasine orbs held lust you haven't seen before and his ebony hair acted like a curtain more that he leaned closer to your lips "Well?". "I-I thought you were asleep." you stuttered, heart racing inside your ears.

No words were exchanged but the pressing of lips, and the swirling of tongues wasn't far behind, his kisses were mind-numbing, and a lingering pleasure. Blurrs of clothes being taken off and thrown impatiently barely registered within the carnal lust. His hips rocked against your ass, thrusting his cock into your tight, slick, and saliva-covered cunt "Damn fuckin' perfect thighs." Toji groaned, his grip on your jiggling thighs tightening "And this stomach." Toji growled as he dragged his tongue up your bouncing pudgy belly to your breasts. "just my type." he slurred with hooded eyes, sucking and licking your nipple, his hand rolling the other between his thick digits. You gasped, his strong arms grabbed hold of your middle and pulled you onto his lap as he sat back "Gonna ride me yeah?" Toji's words spread a fire through your core "You can do it pretty girl." He cooed, his hands now holding your rear. Kissing him passionately, you lifted your hips before completely slamming down his member "Goddamn pretty girl." Toji choked out and used your ass as leverage to pump into you from below, every push in and out you felt each vein, his bulbous tip hit your cervix and gspot in one that made your toes curl as he fucked you like it was the end of the world. The squelching of the pairing of your soaked cunt and his glistening cock was inching your climax closer, causing your poor pussy to pulse "Cum, fuckin' come on this fat cock!" Toji growled, attacking your neck with kisses. "Fuck!" you screamed, your hips stuttering from your overwhelming orgasm.

Toji groaned, pouring his seed within your clamped pussy, milking his balls dry. Gently Toji laid you back on the bed and pulled out, chuckling at your tired whine as he did and pulled you into his warm embrace, his chest supporting your head, his arm snuggling you into his side "Sleep," he mumbled into your hair "I'll be here." your soft sores followed and a sinister smirk graced his lips, damn he should make a career in acting.

"She's my wife! Just because 'm fuckin' you, doesn't mean you're special!" Toji got into your face "Get that through that thick skull" he said harshly as he tapped your head with two of his fingers. You glared at him and slapped his digits away "Fuck off prick." you hissed and walked into the bathroom. "Don't walk away f'me." Toji spat and grabbed your arm, his hold was hard, so rough you knew a bruise would arise. "I do whatever I want to do. Why don't you find a whore to fuck!" you yelled, yanking and failing to free your trapped arm. "Maybe I fuckin' will." Toji growled, letting go of your forearm and walked away.

The slamming of the front door, informed you he truly left.

You sank onto the toilet as silent tears began to fall that soon turned into sobs. Maybe you deserved this, nothing good comes from falling for a married man, especially a man like Toji but you delused that he was different..he was so sweet to you after that night, and the continuous nights that followed now you see you were just a fool.

Days passed and he hadn't returned. Sleeping became more hard to come by, so used to his body next to you as you slept and craving came like a hurricane.

The baby however continues to grow, and the baby bump finally more noticeable past your rotund stomach. TV played some trashy show in which you barely paid any attention as you scooped more of the chocolate ice cream and swallowed it from the spoon. 'I hate him. I hate him. I hat-' your bitter thoughts stopped abruptly, quickly you paused the show and pushed yourself off the loveseat as the sound of a door being unlocked.

"Toj-Oh Mrs. Fushiguro, Welcome home!" you greet her feigning cheerfulness. "I'm glad to be back," Kimiko smiled and put her shoes, coat, and bag in their respective places "How are you, and the baby?" she asked, laying her hands on your baby bump. "We're good." you forced a smile, feeling all but comfortable by her touch. "Where's Toji by the way? I didn't see his car in the driveway" she questioned and took her hands off your stomach. "Oh, he left to hang out with a friend for a while. Don't know when he'll be back," you replied. "Okay..."Kimiko trailed off, a look akin to anger on her pretty pale face.

Toji still hasn't returned, and it's been a week. You could barely stand being in the same room as Kimiko, the remainder that you had fucked her husband more than once hit hard so you tried to get out as much as you could that's when you met Aoto, a sweet and considerate man that you quickly became friends. Today you both decided to go to a popular cafe, the weather was warm and sunny, the perfect day to sit outside. You laughed at a joke that Aoto said, and in the corner of your eyes you noticed a man coming your way, he seemed angry.

"Who's this?" Toji spat, glaring at the small man, a glint brimmed with murderous intent. "Oh, umm this is Aoto Tanaka, my friend," you piped nervously, Toji didn't even look at you. "Who do you think you are?" Toki questioned, placing his hands on the table and leaning closer to Aoto's face "Ya want to fuck her huh?" Toji accused. "W-what? No! It's not like that!" Aoto tried to plead his case as he looked anywhere besides You and Toji. "Bullshit," Toji growled and picked up your friend by his shirt and throw him to the hard concrete. Your eyes widened in horror, you were unable to move as you watched Toji drop to his knees on top of Aoto and punch him in the face, the blow causing blood to flow out of his nose, Toji continued to bash Aoto.

The screams around you broke you from your state and you hurried to try to help, "Toji, Stop!" you cried as you tugged at his arm, "Please, you're scaring me!". Toji breathed heavily and stood up, "She's mine, bitch." Toji spat on Aoto's face for good measure and grabbed your arm, and your purse pulled you along. "Why the fuck did ya let some bitch close to you!" Toji pushed you into an ally way and trapped you against the brick wall, making you drop said purse. "You're mine.". "I'm nobody's to own! I'm my own person!" you hissed and attempted to wiggle free. "Like hell!" you flinched as he yelled, a sharp pain in your stomach caused you to hold your baby bump and almost fall, luckily Toji quickly caught you. "Baby?!" Toji shook you as you gained and lost consciousness.

Groaning you opened your eyes, the sound of peeping and a sterile smell surrounded you. "Oh, honey you're awake." a woman, who you assumed was your assigned was designated nurse. "How long was I out?" you asked, your voice raspy, a groan followed after as a strong headache rang through.

"A week," she replied as she checked your vitals, "Your baby boy is just fine, congratulations by the way." She turned around and smiled, her hand resting on yours, "If you wish in a few hours you can go home, do you have a ride?" you shook your head. "Oh," She frowned "Well then don't worry, we can call a taxi to take you home," she reassured, patting your hand, and left the room to continue her job. You were released three hours later, the ride home was silent, a true blessing. Once he pulled up the driveway, you thanked the driver and got out, your purse on your shoulder, and keys in hand. You have never been so grateful to be home, by yourself than you are now,.

Walking inside you placed your keys on the rack, take off your shoes, and throw your purse onto the couch as you walk past the furniture and to your bedroom, plopping down on the soft bed, "Fuck me." you groaned, you were being so foolish, nothing good came from fucking married men yet something about Toji was addicting, enchanting.

You need a few days by yourself.

That didn't even last two days, you already texted Kimiko about wanting some time alone, and she immediately texted, a little hesitant and worried, although she still understood your point and said that if you needed anything to let hurt know. However, Toji didn't, on the second day heavy, rapid knocks sang within your house, yelling and shouting following suit, it went on for hours before he gave up and went home, the third day he continued to disturb the neighborly peace, and you continued to ignore him. In time he stopped bothering you and you took that as a chance to get out for fresh air and a snack.

You smiled as you waved at a friendly neighbor and unlocked the door, the house was dark except for a dimly lit light that shined from the living room, which was on when you left. Your breath hitched as you moved as silently as you could to your kitchen and grabbed a knife from the wood block, slowly you approached the living room, hiding behind the hall wall, and peaked over the wall.

"Good, you're home," Toji said nonchalantly, his head resting against his knock as his ankle lay on his thigh as he sat on your loveseat. "What are you doing here?" your eyebrows frowned as watched as he got up from the loveseat and woke backward when he began to stroll towards you. "You've been ignoring me, what other way to get ya attention?" Toji griped your jaw in his hand once he backed you against the wall, his other running up and down your tubby sides. "You.." you trailed off as his hand slid down your stomach into your pants and underwear, his fingers parting your folds and rubbing your slit. "you what? Why don't you let me take care of ya huh? Let me make it up to you." Toji whispers before licking your neck, nipping, and suckin', as his digits now rolls your nub between them. "Please," you begged even though everything told you not to let him. You mewled, Toji's kiss muffed every whimper and moan, he slipped his finger in your slimy, stick opening, his palm jerking up your clit. Your juices overflowed his hand, no part of his hand wasn't coated in your slick.

Toji away from your heat kiss, a sting of saliva snapped as he pulled away, "You're mine, you fuckin' got me" Toji snarled and lifted you into his capable arms when you simply nodded, eyes glossed over with lust and followed your directions to your bedroom. You let a loud whoa as he pushed you upon the wall, and sat you down to tear your pants and everything with it, "You got me fucked up, thinkin' you ain't mine." his eyes a darker green than before, working off his clothes he slaps your one of thick thighs, you knew what that meant and you spread them.

"You'll always be and don't forget it." he said as he picked you up, his cock lay heavy upon your sticky folds "Do you understand?" he glared at you. "Yes! Yes, please!" you cried "Want you bad! Fuck me!" you whined, bucking your hips, his dick sliding up your lips as you did so. "alright I tortured you enough." Toji smirked smugly, without any shame. His fat cockhead jabbed into your pussy, not hard to hurt but it certainly made your eyes roll," Feel good baby?" Toji cooed mockingly. You open your mouth to reply, and the only thing that leaves your lips is a yelp as he tore through your last remaining clothing, he begins to suckie on your nipple drawing your warm breast milk, gulping down heaps of it as his cock rolled and pounded your cunt, "Damn the kid is lucky." Toji slurred as his rhythm sped up. Your eyes closed from the pleasure as your form buzzed, every part felt hot. Your eyes snapped open as a gasp was heard that wasn't from you, right there in the door frames was Kimiko, a hand over her mouth as she looked on the way Toji became one with you, tears that sat borderline of her orbs.

Toji slowed to a stop, his dick still lodged within your walls as he looked over his shoulder, his expression falling when he saw his wife. Without thinking he let you go, your body hit the floor, and a sharp pain shocked your body however before you could ask for help, Toji ran after Kimiko. You gritted your teeth as you crawled to your unlocked door and knocked over your purse rack, searching for your phone hectically and called 119, you waited as you felt like you were growing underwater "Hello, how may I help you?" a kind-sounding woman asked. "I'm pregnant a-and I fall. Please help me!" you said shakily. "Okay, ma'am im tracking your phone and the paramedics will be there soon. Just stay with me," she spoke as you heard fast typing on a keyboard, her calm voice helped lessen your fear. However, it was too hard to stay awoke and you gave into unconsciousness.

You jolted up from the piercing cry of a baby. Your baby was okay, you smiled as the doctors lifted him in the air, he looked exactly like his father, and you thought they would immediately lay him on your chest instead they handed your baby boy, Kimkio and Toji walked into the delivery room. Happy smiles on their faces as they strolled towards the door. "N-no, wait!" you choked out, tears falling freely down your cheeks as the nurse attended to you.

You were doomed from the start.

@yeonieess ,@archiviste0o0 , @xxmaddhatter39xx ,@hachrinnen, @tojishugetiddies ,@wrldtups ,@bblkesh, @ilovekeiarah, @tepes-wife ,@444ctrl ,@tqd4455 @myst

A/n: sorry my beautiful doves, midway I had lost motivation and I wanted to work on another things but I didn't want to not post it. So here it is, I hope you enjoyed it.

[theboarsbride]

Bear wife likes her portly old man belly💕much softness, much nutrients, much to gnaw on, much warmth and comfort🥰🐻‍❄️🩸

[comatosebunny09]

eat | r. kyojuro

summary: sometimes, you forget to.

genres: fluff, humor

cw: language, suggestive, short

He knows.

He fucking knows. Of course, he always does. As if he has a radar explicitly tuned to you, alerting him whenever you fall into a pit of melancholy.

‘Darling,’ your smartwatch reads on your wrist. You ignore it, though the blue glow is distracting in your peripheral. You squint against its brilliance, a migraine blooming on the horizon.

You’ll get to him when you can. Work looms over your shoulders—due outs from a meeting that utterly reamed you. You’d like to leave before the sun sets, so you must update this slideshow now.

A minute skates by before another buzz to your wrist, and—

“What, Kyo?” you grouse, frustration clinging to your features. You don’t mean to lash out. You haven’t had the chance to eat yet; your stomach is tying itself in knots.

‘Have you eaten, my love?’ reads another message. He knows you better than anyone. You can hear the low gravel of his voice, petering with concern. Envision his brows furrowing and his lips forming into a frown.

He worries about you, the gnarling feeling in your gut growing tenfold. You hate when he does this. He has his own set of issues to battle with each day—the life of a college professor isn’t without its drawbacks.

You sigh, your lip pulled between your teeth. Debate on whether to tell him the truth. Not in the mood for another lecture, having had enough of it from your superiors.

Turning off your watch's display, the furious clacking of your keyboard inhabits the empty office anew. You’ll eat. You promise. Just have to get through one more—

‘My love.’ He’s insistent, your watch aglow with his name flanked by flaming hearts. You sigh defeatedly, expanding his message.

‘I know that you are ignoring me. And I know that you have yet to eat. I can practically hear your stomach from here.’

As if on cue, your stomach murmurs its discontent. You pat your traitorous belly, a pout taking possession of your lips.

‘You don’t know me,’ you haughtily scrawl back.

Kyo’s response is instantaneous, drawing a snort from your nose. ‘Why, I know you like the back of my hand, darling! Which is why I had a tasty meal delivered to your desk!’

The look on your face is quizzical. You roll your shoulders, averting your attention to your monitor. He’s pulling your leg. Has to be. Yet, when a distant rustling sound cuts through the stillness of the office, you sit ramrod stiff in your chair. Using your notebook as a shield, you duck behind it as the crinkling grows nearer.

A wood-grilled scent invades your nostrils, followed by footsteps rounding your desk. Drawn out by the savory aroma, you peer atop your book at the source of it. To your surprise, a portly man holds a tied, white bag in his stubby hands towards you.

“UberEats order for Misses…” He studies your name scribbled on the receipt whilst slowly working out the consonants of it.

“Uh…thank…you?” you say, warily accepting the bag. The driver disappears as quickly as he came, leaving you at the mercy of your infuriated tummy.

It smells divine, permeating through the plastic, condensation already collecting on it. Saliva puddles in your cheeks whilst you eye the offending bag.

Your smartwatch chimes again. The assertiveness of your husband’s voice shines even through his text. ‘Eat, my love. Work can wait. Your well-being cannot.’

You need no more permission, tearing into the bag with zero abandon. You waste no time digging your fork into your favorite meal, appreciative tears gathering in your lashes. Between shoveling food into your mouth, you take out your phone to punch in a ‘thank you 🥹🥹🥹’ to your husband.

Whilst you do a happy jig, hearts swarming like a halo overhead, your phone vibrates on your desk with a notification. You cheerily retrieve it, not at all prepared for what awaits you on the screen. You choke, heat spilling across your skin as you pound on your chest to dislodge food from your trachea.

‘You must replenish your strength! You will need it for the evening I have planned for you. 😏’

The photo of spreader bars and a flogger adorning your bedsheets was a bit much, wasn’t it?

[growingstories]

Gabriel

Once upon a time, in a world filled with opulence and lavishness, there lived a young and handsome man named Gabriel. Blessed with chiseled features and a muscular physique, Gabriel embarked on an unexpected journey that would forever change his life.

It all started when Gabriel stumbled upon a job opportunity as a butler on a magnificent yacht owned by a wealthy family. The family was known for their generosity and impeccable treatment of their staff. They paid handsomely and even provided sumptuous staff dinners prepared by their personal chef.

Initially, Gabriel loved his new job. The family was kind and appreciative, and the yacht was a marvel to behold. However, as time went by, Gabriel's life took an unforeseen turn. Little by little, he began gaining weight each month. His once sculpted body transformed into a softer form, layers of fat replacing the strong muscles he once boasted.

The family, unaware of Gabriel's plight, continued their decadent lifestyle, indulging in exquisite meals prepared by their chef. And so, delicious leftovers from these extravagant feasts would often find their way to the staff members. Without hesitation, they began to use Gabriel as a living garbage bin, throwing their excess food his way.

As Gabriel's food intake increased, his motivation for workouts dwindled. Long hours and additional responsibilities left him with little time for exercise. His once active lifestyle gave way to a sedentary existence, and the pounds seemed to pile on effortlessly.

The observant staff soon noticed Gabriel's increasing food consumption and willingly contributed their leftovers to his ever-expanding belly. Gabriel became their safe haven for excess food, consuming it with gusto. His weight gain continued unabated, and his colleagues affectionately nicknamed him "Big Gabe."

Curiously, the head of the family took note of Gabriel's transformation. He realized that Gabriel's booming appetite and expanding waistline would effectively deter his daughters from flirting with the-m onceesmerizing butler. Delighted with this unforeseen outcome, the head of the family rewarded Gabriel with a pay raise and additional, responsibilities effectively reducing his free time even further.

Every harbor the dock yachted at, Gabriel's presence would be met with wider polo shirts and an even more immense belly. The once-thin butler had transformed into a portly gentleman, his rotund abdomen protruding proudly from his frame. And through it all, Gabriel reveled in his newfound life, embracing the good food, generous pay, and the beauty of the stunning destinations he visited.

In the end, Gabriel realized that his weight gain brought unexpected happiness and contentment. He found joy in indulging himself, savoring gourmet meals, and living a life of luxury that he had never imagined possible. His love for food grew hand in hand with his affection for his employers, as all the while, he never ceased to appreciate the family's kindness.

And so, Gabriel continued to enjoy his life on the yacht, cruising through serene waters and discovering beautiful places on Earth. His love for good food and the unwavering support of the family made Gabriel's journey a tale of unexpected transformation, proving that sometimes, the path to happiness can lead to unexpected destinations.

[gachagon]

Manager AU! | Oliver Aiku x Fem!Reader | NSFW (18+)

"Oliver Aiku becomes jealous and fingers you after a date until you come on his fingers."

WORDS: 2.8K PAIRING: Oliver Aiku X Fem!Reader TAGS: NSFW, Blue Lock Smut, fingering, nipple play, kissing, secret relationship

You've been Oliver Aiku's manager for a while now, and you've done such a great job that the JFN want to promote you and give you a second player to manage! This is big news, so you decide to tell your other player, Oliver, about it. He seems to take the news well, though you sense something else hidden underneath his kind words...

You’ve worked for the Japanese Football Association for a while now, and it’s only recently that you were promoted to a full time manager for one of the players, something that was seen as a huge honor among the staff. Being a manager meant you got lots of perks, like a bonus in your paycheck and the ability to meet one on one with famous soccer players from all over. However, you were partnered with one of the more controversial Blue Lockers. Oliver Aiku, while an excellent player, needed a tremendous amount of PR done for him. You were more than up to the task, the only real difficulty came in trying to convince Oliver himself to go along with everything you planned out. 

He was a pretty lazy individual, at least when it came to meetings and interviews, all the things a soccer player being broadcasted all over needed to become more popular. And the Japanese Football Association had been hounding you for weeks now to boost his public image tenfold so that he could get more sponsors. You tried your hardest, but Oliver was just not someone who seemed to be able to make it on time to things you scheduled. 

This is not why he was a controversial player to manage, however. His habit of partying and going to clubs is what was really damaging. He was a bit of a flirt when it came to women, and you at first had no idea how to rope him along into going to more interviews, and less after parties. That is, until he started flirting with you. 

Any other manager would’ve thought his behavior very inappropriate, but you didn’t mind his advances, as long as the both of you were secretive about it then it didn’t bother you all that much. Eventually what went from simple flirting in secret, became kissing and touching, to making each other come in the most vacant parts of the Blue Lock facility. 

Because the Blue Lock facility was huge, there was very little risk of actually getting caught by random staffers, or worse: Other players. So sometimes you’d make some excuse that day to go to a part of the building you already knew would be empty for a while, and then “discuss” plans with Aiku on how to make him more popular. 

As time went on, though, Aiku did become more popular. He became less prone to partying and flirting over time, and you noticed he’d really been training harder for games. For once, the JFN wasn’t always looking over your shoulder, trying to see if you were actually doing your job properly or not. In fact, Aiku became so popular, the JFN wanted to give you another promotion of sorts. 

“We want you to manage another player, Miss (L/N).” One of the board directors said to you. He was a portly man with a round belly, and one thing you knew about him was that out of all of the board members he cared the most about profits. “Aiku has done really well under your care, so we’re assigning another Blue Locker to you, if you’re up to the task.” 

You agreed without hesitation, and shook the board members' hands. “Who will you assign?” You asked. 

“We haven’t decided yet, but we’ll let you know. Great work, Miss (L/N)!” You excused yourself and clocked out for the day, but you weren’t quite ready to just go home. You felt a nervous excitement course through you as you walked the halls of the facility. I have to tell Oliver about this, he’ll be so proud! You eventually found him as he was coming out of the gym, a towel around his neck. 

“Oliver, there you are. I have great news!” You said with a smug smile. “Guess who just got promoted? Again?” 

Oliver peered down at you, and you felt a content flutter in your chest when he smiled proudly back at you. “That is great news, (Y/N)! And it makes perfect sense, you are great at your job.” Oliver chuckled, “You sure cleaned my act up, that’s for certain. I guess those old geezers at the JFN were impressed.” 

“Yep, they sure were impressed. So impressed, in fact, that they want me to manage another player.” You said as the two of you walked down the hall together. “I mean, can you believe it? Me, managing two star players? I honestly never thought this day would come!” You excitedly began to tell Oliver all sorts of things you had planned for when you met the other player, however you failed to notice how quiet he had become as you two walked. 

“Who’s this other player going to be, anyways?” Oliver asked. “You haven’t really mentioned the guy’s name yet…” 

You stopped short in the hall, and looked up at him. “Oh, well…I’m not too sure yet. The JFN hasn’t decided at the moment, but they said they’d let me know. I just hope it’s someone who’s not too much of a handful…” 

Oliver smirked, “Oh you mean like I was?” 

You laugh, “You still are. But you’ve gotten a lot better, all thanks to me, of course.” 

“And the insane amount of tabloids with my face on them.” Oliver added. You sighed, and rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah and the tabloids…But what are the odds of getting another player who needs help with PR? You were a special case, and we dealt with it easily. I just had to be…more persistent in scaring the paparazzi off.” And you had gotten quite creative with driving them off. 

Oliver laughed, and then placed his chin on top of your head. “Well, I just hope you don’t go and neglect me once the new guy shows up. I wouldn’t want to lose my favorite manager, after all.” 

You laugh, but pause as you look up at him. “Neglect? I’m still going to manage you, Oliver. There will just be a second player, that's all.” You tried to meet his eye, but he purposefully turned  his head away from you. 

“Yeah, yeah (Y/N). I was just teasing a little, relax!” Oliver assured, but something about his tone was a little off. You could always tell whenever he felt slightly discomforted with something, especially since he was usually such a laid back person. 

You sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Listen, let’s just forget it okay? How about we go out tonight, to celebrate?” You smiled. 

“Nah I couldn’t, I do have to train tomorrow…” He muttered. 

“Oh please, it’ll be my treat. We can even go to that one bar you liked going to! Uh…before it was overrun with paparazzi, anyways.” You chuckled awkwardly. “Things should be better now without the paparazzi there. It’ll be really fun!” You could see the gears turning in Oliver’s head before he finally agreed to go with you. 

“Alright, I guess a few drinks couldn’t hurt. It is a special day after all!” He said. You pulled him along to leave the Blue Lock facility that day, and headed straight for the bar. The evening mood was lifted instantly, and you completely forgot about Oliver’s slightly sour face from before. 

……………………………………………………………………………………………………

With your back pressed against the door, you eagerly kissed Oliver back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His fingers skimmed along your body as they trailed down toward the hem of your skirt, and he gently hitched it up higher over your thighs. You had decided to go back to your place instead of the Blue Lock facility, after a few drinks at the bar. You figured tonight would be a celebration in more than one regard. 

Oliver’s lips trailed down your neck as he lifted one of your legs and pressed further into your body. The outline of his dick rested against your exposed panties, and you mewled softly at the contact. His other hand began to unbutton the top of your shirt, and he pulled it down roughly, exposing your bra covered chest to the air. A dark mark appeared where Oliver had sucked into your skin on your neck, heat flushed across your body as you impatiently began to squirm in his hold. Oliver chuckled lowly as you pulled him towards your bedroom, and sat down on your bed. 

He watched with a smirk on his face as you unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, and with a pout you looked up at him. “Please come help me already…” You said as you struggled to undo the clasp on the back of your bra. Oliver obliged and quickly undid it for you, while he laid you down on the bed and attached his lips to yours. 

Oliver liked to tease you a lot, and he always had a smile on his face whenever you got riled up. He held that same smirk on his face as you clawed at his clothes, desperately trying to get them off. However, before you could even so much as reach down towards his belt buckle, Oliver took both of your hands in one, and firmly held them at the top of your head. 

“Not yet.” He said. “I wanna have a little fun, first…” 

You huffed, but said nothing as Oliver bent his head down towards your chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the thin piece of fabric connecting the two bra cups, and then pulled it down so your breasts could pop freely out. You suppressed a shiver as the cool air of your apartment made your nipples harden, and you let out a gasp as Oliver’s warm mouth enclosed one of them. His hand grasped your breast to better direct it into his mouth as he slurped your nipple repeatedly. 

Your arms strained against his hold as he played with your sensitive nipple, and you whimpered into the bed sheets as the pleasure bordered on overwhelming. With a wet pop, Oliver released your boob from his mouth. Your chest rose and fell in excited breaths, and he looked down at you with a satisfied smile before bending down to do the exact same to the other breast. By the time he was done, your nipples were puffy and hardened from his mouth, and a heavy blush spread across your face.

Whenever you brought your legs together tightly, your body was racked with tingles from the growing arousal between them. Oliver’s leg sat squarely between your legs, so all you could do was grind your clothed pussy against his pants leg, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Please Oli…I can’t-” You whined as you tried to hump harder against his leg. 

“Okay, okay relax (Y/N)...” he reached down towards your panties and snuck his hand underneath. Your mouth opened in a wordless, soft moan as his fingers roved over your clit. “I just wanted to see you squirm for a bit…you're so cute when you’re like that…All desperate and need just for me.” he teased, as he pushed the tip of his thumb against your clit. Your back arched slightly off the bed as he rubbed circles into it, and your hands fought to break from his hold once more. “I wonder…how many other people have seen you like this?” Oliver asked, though your head felt fuzzy with how horny you were at that moment. 

“H-huh…?” You said. “What do you mean…?” You moaned loudly as he pushed two of his fingers into your now soaked hole. They were long enough to reach to your core, and thick enough to stretch you wider around them. 

“Well…you already know I like sleeping around.” he said with a slight laugh. “But what about you, Miss Manager?” Oliver began to pump his fingers in and out of you, each slide hitting your sweet spot every time. His thumb still pressed into your clit, and moved back and forth over it with each thrust of his hand. You sobbed into the sheets as you turned your head into them. “Hey (Y/N), that’s no good…I’d like an answer, please.” Oliver said as he continued to work you with his fingers. 

You struggled to speak as your mind fought against the haze of pleasure. “I-I…don’t really sleep around much…” You answered in a weak voice. 

“Ha, but you sleep with other guys right?” Oliver asked. You felt your shoulders tense a bit at the question. You had slept with others before, but you weren’t open to naming them now. Oliver chuckled and kissed your forehead gently, which made all the anxiety that had slowly crept in dissipate. “It’s fine if you have, I’m just curious is all.” He said. The pace of his fingers began to slow down and you groaned as you tried to grind down on his fingers. He removed his thumb from your clit as well, and tears pricked your eyes at the growing frustration. 

“Oliver…! Please, make me come…” You keened at his slow strokes. His fingers barely ghosted your core, and no matter how much you wiggled against his weight, you couldn’t force them in deeper. 

“Only if you say I’m your favorite.” Oliver leaned down and began to kiss along your chest. “You’re my favorite, (Y/N). You sound perfect when you’re taking my cock, I could listen to you moan my name forever.” His words went right to your head and your back arched higher off the bed as you tried to push down with your hips, so as to shove his fingers harder into you. However, Oliver continued on with his slow pace. “When this new guy shows up, I don’t want him to outshine me. He could never do what I do to you…I’ll make sure of it, too. Even if you do sleep with him, we’ll be incomparable.” 

You blinked at Oliver with a slightly confused look on your face. Is he…jealous? Before you could open your mouth to say anything to him, Oliver’s thumb returned to your clit and he rubbed short circles into it, which made you keen loudly and curved your spine once more. 

“So? I’m your favorite, right?” Oliver asked with a grin. 

“Y-yes! You’re my favorite, Oliver!” You exclaimed and the moment you answered he plunged his fingers deeper into you. With a few harsh thrusts, you came all over his fingers, your walls hugged them tightly as you came with a silent cry. Your chest heaved in and out as he continued to delve his fingers into you more, and you whimpered as he rubbed soft circles into your tender clit. Finally, he pulled away and pressed his lips against yours in a smoldering kiss. 

“Good to hear!” Oliver said with a cheeky smile. 

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The next day, the JFN had come to a conclusion on who you would be managing next. You were expecting someone far more intimidating, or with a more confident aura. Instead, who stood before you in your office was just a 16 year old boy who was far more enamored with Oliver then with his own personal manager. 

“Wow, it’s really Oliver Aiku!” The boy said. “I’m Hiori, I’m a big fan! I’ve seen a lot of your matches, and everything! Oh, but my friend Nanase is a way bigger fan than I am. Man, if he were he’d probably be freaking out!” 

Oliver graciously accepted the warm greeting from Hiori Yo, who was apparently only getting a manager due to a “generous donation” from his parents. “It’s nice to meet you, Hiori. Though from now on, we’ll sort of be like co-workers I guess. Isn’t that right, Miss Manager?” Oliver said with a wink at you. 

“That’s right! I’ll mostly be helping you with interviews and boosting your PR. It’ll be lots of fun!” Hiori beamed at you with wonder. 

“Wow, interviews? I’ve never done something like that before, it sure sounds intimidating at least.” He said and you laughed softly. 

“It’s not so difficult, don’t worry. How about you go practice for the day? We can discuss more on how to boost your public image after your games.” You explained, and Hiori nodded. 

“Sure thing, Miss (L/N). I’ll see you later I guess, it was nice meeting you both. Oh! Uh…before I go could I please get your autograph?” He asked Oliver with a small smile, as he held out what appeared to be one of those cheap looking collectors cards the JFN had mass produced after Blue Lock TV got popular. 

“Sure thing kid, though with (Y/N) here you’ll be signing these yourself soon.” Oliver quickly signed the photocard for Hiori who ran off to train (and to presumably give it to his friend Nanase.) As you waved goodbye to Hiori you couldn’t help but to glance at Oliver. 

You broke out into a laugh, “And you were so worried last night about the new guy, hm?” You said with a smirk. Oliver leaned down and kissed your cheek with a smile.

“I couldn’t take any chances.” He said, though you could hear the slight tinge of relief in his voice when Hiori had walked in your office. 

[outrealms-filth-factory]

@fat-slobby-gamers

"Bzzzrrt MRRROW!" A loud electrical zap echoed from the grounds outside of castle Krakenburg. In the middle of a smoldering crater stood a tall pot bellied catwoman. Her body was covered in soot and she looked discombobulated and wide eyed.

Letting out a pitiful cough and a puff of smoke the feline would cartoonist fall to her knees before shaking off the dust and grime from her once pristine white fut and flowing mane of fluffy blue hair. "Achoo!" Felicia sneezed her sensitive nose irritated by the smoke lingering in the air. Last thing she remembered she was battling a warlock when all of a sudden BAM! She was flying through space. It wasn't until her stomach let out a low gurgle that she snapped out of her funk and remembered what happened.

"Serves you right for trying to kidnap those fishmen..." Felicia spat as she looked down at her now prominent pot belly. While she was always willing to end a conflict peacefully sometimes her does pushed her too far and she could be forced to put the more predatory size of her feline body to use. "But- i probably should have found a way to make you send me home before digesting you... hehe my bad." She said awkwardly apologizing to her own sloshing gut. "Guess there's nowhere else to go but that castle! I hope I'm not too far from home." The cat woman said before on all fours she began to make her way towards the gloomy fortified palace.

From on high as the portly cat woman raced towards the castle, a glint could be seen in the moonlight. In time, the beating of wyvern wings and a cry from the sky came out as the eldest princess of Nohr intercepted the disturbance just outside the royal castle...

"Now who is THIS creating such a ruckus so late at night, so close to home? Oohh... whoever they are they're cute as a button... Tell me sweetheart, are you lost? I can't say I've seen you here..." The buxom, beautiful Camilla dismounted her fearsome wyvern and came sauntering up to the newcomer, excited to find such a cutie! A tad underfed though... "Now normally... there would be punishment due for disturbing the peace so late at night but... You're just so damn cute! You're lucky I found you darling... would you like something to eat? Somewhere to stay?"

[hornedgod]

walked in to Pig sitting like a portly monk with his hands on his belly and Boosh auditioning for Jesus in a Madonna and child painting

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Falling in affection for a stranger is stupid, dumb and terribly risky. And not at all likely to be requited in the way he craves so badly these days. He knows this, it’s happened before. It’s best to stick to the gals who’ll fawn over his car window and maybe dance together for him later on. But golly, wouldn’t it be nice to pat a cheek that fresh and watch it turn rosier under an ole man’s admiration?…

…Ginger. The others. Of course there had been others. And yet he was so lonely again, already so lonely she was sure of it. Lonely in his own home, what was worse than that? “I wouldn’t mind being his baby.” Gigi mutters, bashful at the fact that what was essentially a future of house arrest, a portly sugar daddy and head pats makes her shiver delightfully…

Tammy looms above her, upside down in her view with her blown out bleached hair, heavy coaled eyes and shimmery mouth, studying Gigi for a minute before bursting out laughing. “You really meant that bit about his belly, didn’t you?”

Those Gigi vibes (coming soon)

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[fatfables]

New Story! - Fat Boys in Space!

“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they chose me! After all the hard work I’ve put in, I’ve finally made it!”

Shane had good reason to be ecstatic. He had been dreaming of this since he was seven years old. For the last twelve years he had done nothing but sit around snacking and playing simulated games in his room. He always did his best to consume the minimum daily calories, he had skipped school, given up all sports, sat on his ass, and eaten his way to success. He had done everything required of him to become a test pilot and had actually been chosen out of thousands of wannabe Surfeits to represent the Surplus Space Core. His parents were delighted.

The day before he left for Florida his friends threw him a surprise party. The whole town of Abundance, Oklahoma, population 136, came out to celebrate with him. All of his best friends were there; ‘Chonky’ Charlie Cheesecake, ‘Meaty’ Mike Mitchell, ‘Flabby’ Francis France, and ‘Portly’ Paul Porter. The whole gang was there. They were all super stoked for their friend but also incredibly jealous.

“I can’t mmfff believe that you got mmff picked,” Chonky said through a mouthful of Cadbury’s Chocolate Roll.

“What did you mmff do that’s so mmff fucking special?” Asked Meaty through a mouthful of meatloaf.

“He mmff did fucking mmff nothing. He just mmff got mmff lucky,” said Flabby through a mouthful of sour Kimchi.

“I mmff guess they mmff just appreciated mmff just how mmff fat and mmff lazy I’ve mmff been,” said Shane through a massive mouthful of mmff meatballs.

“He is mmff the laziest mmff kid in mmff Abundance,” said Chonky supportively through another mouthful of Chocolate Roll.

The other boys were forced to nod in agreement. All of their mouths were too full to speak. 

All of them had been born into the Abundance community within the last twenty years and took their mmff lifestyle for granted. Their parents, or their grandparents, had at some point chosen to join the Surplus, they knew no different.

Life for them was all pizzas and parties. None of them knew when or where the Surplus movement had started and none of them cared to ask. Life was too much fun, too fulfilling. Everything tasted too good to question why. All they knew to do was play simulated games and eat. What else was there?

All of the adults in Abundance were at least 300 lbs and most of the kids were fatter. Especially the teens. Afterall, every parent wants their kid to have a better life than they’ve had. This was the Surplus way.

Shane was 332 lbs and 5 ft 10 in tall. He had short brown hair, parted on the left, and big chubby chipmunk cheeks to match his wide oval belly. He had always been a contented and happy boy, who never wanted for anything - except to go into space. His loving parents had always doted on their only child and had always supplied him with all the food he could ever need. They were so proud of their ‘Sugarplum boy.’ And now he had been selected to represent their kind in the race to find a new home.

The dream of building a moon base where the Surplus could live comfortably and grow to as of yet unachievable sizes in a lower gravity atmosphere had been out of reach for the last three generations due to the financial efforts required for such a mission. Now after the government purchase of the McDonald’s corporation the money was finally in place to actually do it. And Shane had been chosen.

As the guest of honour at the party Shane was expected to consume more than any other person there. Outeating the other 135 members of his town was a challenge that he was relishing. He had long been able to out eat his parents, a source of pride for them, and his friends, although they hated to admit this. However, there were one or two locals there who made him very nervous. The main one was an older boy called Dave Domycket. Dave was a lot heavier than Shane though also quite muscular. He had bought into the gluttony of his parents lifestyle but had never quite got to grips with the sedentary nature of it. He had always been full of energy and hence moved too much. This is why he had not been chosen. He really needed some Ritalin with his ramen.

Shane shouldn’t have worried, ‘Chonky’ Charlie had him covered. He had spent the last two hours filling the hyperactive twenty something with beer. Dave was too drunk and bloated to pose a threat. Being unaware of this Shane ate with gusto. He gobbled down gammon and gravy, pigged out on pork, and stuffed himself silly with spaghetti. His rotund belly swelled and he went to bed that night safe in the knowledge that he would turn up in Florida the next day as fat as a ball of butter.

Corpulent Chuck met him the next day at the gates to the base.

“My you are shorter than your weight is designed for aren’t you!” He said as he welcomed Shane with a big bear hug. “I’m sorry that the Captain isn’t here to meet you himself but he couldn’t be bothered. He’s in his room eating pure bacon and playing simulated Restaurant Owner 5.”

“No problem,” said Shane, “I’m sure he’s not a very busy man.”

Corpulent Chuck showed Shane around the base. It generally went like this:

“This is the mmff human mmff centrifuge. We probably mmff won’t worry about mmff putting you in that.”

“This is the mmff vending machine by the mmff centrifuge. Would you like an mmff Snickers?”

“Yes please.”

“This is the mmff anti-gravity rig. We mmff don’t need to mmff concern ourselves about mmff that.”

“This is the mmff vending machine by the mmff anti-mmff-gravity thingamajig. Would you like another mmff Snickers?”

“Thank you.”

“This is the mmff control centre. I probably should mmff introduce you to the the mmff people in there but over here is the mmff canteen shall we get some mmff lunch?”

“Yes please. I’m starving!”

The two of them sat down to a light lunch of twenty six cheeseburgers. While they munched, Corpulent Chuck explained the nature of the mission to Shane in more detail. I’ll paraphrase it for you so that it goes mmff quicker.

The basic Surplus moonbase is already in place but is currently unmanned due to an incident that Corpulent Chuck can’t divulge. Shane’s job is to fly up there solo to check out the base in order to ensure that it’s safe for habitation. He won’t need any special training for this because if it isn’t then he will die. They will then know that there is a problem that hasn’t gone away. If it is safe, then all he has to do is call them from the base and they’ll send another team up to join him. Simple.

Shane smiled and nodded in agreement, like he understood, because he wasn’t listening. He was too busy eating his cheeseburgers and watching his stomach grow like a good boy.

The next day he was dressed up in a spacesuit, shoved into a rocket, shown where the food dispenser was, and told that the autopilot would take care of everything.

The G-force during take-off was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His heavy 48 inch ass was flattened out as he was pushed down into his chair. His belly sank down to his knees and splayed out over his thighs like a tablecloth. His moobs pressed down into his chest like an elephant was sitting on them and his chubby chipmunk cheeks jiggled around at a fantastic speed. He had never felt so heavy. He loved it. It was like he had suddenly become a hundred times heavier. Space really was a dream come true. I never knew that zero gravity would feel this good, he thought.

He really hadn’t been to school in the last five years.

After a few minutes the force began to lessen as the rocket left the Earth's atmosphere behind. After ten minutes a big sign lit up telling him that it was safe to remove his seatbelt.

He was shocked and amazed when his huge 338 lb ass floated up out of the seat. For a moment he was caught up in a mild panic as he just floated aimlessly around the cabin bumping into instruments. But he quickly got used to it and remembered about the food dispenser.

Having never been swimming it took him a few more moments to realise that he needed to move his arms in order to propel himself in the direction that he wanted to go. Nobody had warned him that he would be required to exercise. He swam ungracefully through the air banging his belly and butt into everything along the way. One machine buzzed at him when he did so but he didn’t worry about it.

When he reached the food dispenser he tried to browse the touchscreen menu in order to select the McDonald’s items on offer in space. This proved to be difficult due to the thick gloves that he was wearing on his fat hands. He bashed his fat fingers against the screen in frustration and by sheer chance and will power managed to order thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries. He really wanted some standard cheeseburgers as well but couldn’t seem to manage it, no matter how many times he bashed his fat palm against the menu.

He punched the screen in frustration. There was a loud whirring sound and thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries were fired out of a dispensing hatch straight at him.

The shock of this caused him to fly a few feet backwards and he bashed into another machine that clicked and clunked. He looked around him at all the tasty floating meaty treats and wondered how in hell he was supposed to eat any of it with this stupid helmet on.

In the cockpit a screen was flashing telling him that the oxygen level was in standard parameters and that it was safe to remove his suit and helmet.

He screamed in hangry frustration and once more flew backwards, this time onto a remote latch with a red warning light on it. The light flashed behind him and the emergency door opened. His bulging ass, thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries were sucked out into the vacuum of space.

“I need to talk to KOFC. There’s been another incident.”

“Please wait a minute. I’ll try to connect you.”

“Hello Mr President Sir, this is Captain Crunch. We’ve lost another one.”

“Oh for mmff’s sake! You useless fucking mmff piece of mmff shit! Do you have any fucking mmff idea how much these fucking mmff rockets mmff cost?!”

“Apologies, Sir. Yes, I do, Sir.”

“What the fuck happened this mmff time?”

“Emergency door malfunction.”

“And the mmff pilot?”

“Dead Sir.”

“Oh well, Just chose another fucking mmff one. At least we’ve got plenty of mmff them!”