#props couldnt even take a new pic of him

[ladysophiebeckett]

okay rachel from friends

[debbiebeary]

Disgust and Ecstasy

1

“God, Dillon, your butt is so damn perfect!” crooned Brian between mouthfuls of his sweet, young starfish. Dillon whipped his legs around in ecstasy on the bed where, occasionally, Brian and his husband (presently at work) would sleep in together. The room was tight, but cozy inside the charming 1920’s-era character home. The last shimmers of dusk shone blue through the window and the amber glow of a lamp on the other side of the room bounced off a far wall, flooding the two writhing men in its honeyed light. “Thanks big daddy!” the handsome young cub replied, his tongue flopped out of his mouth in bliss as his heavy set daddy friend slurped between his fit little asscheeks.

Dillon was attending university in the Pacific Northwest in the Willamette valley, just over the cascades was the town of Alder Glade, where Brian worked on the school district board and was also a producer at the local theatre.

The two were drawn to one another initially through mutual attraction. Dillon was a chubby chaser. Always had been, always would be, and from the moment he set his eyes on the Nordic beefcake he was sold. Eyes sparkling blue like a glacial lake, a full greying beard unsuccessfully covering a thick neck, double chin and perky chubby cheeks. Down lower Brian had a healthy portion of fur covering his meaty chest and round pot belly.

A belly that was almost always sucked in, much to Dillon’s lament.

Brian may have been a chubby daddy, but he was what some people may call a ‘sad chub’, an ‘accidental bear’ (as opposed to an on purpose bear), a ‘reluctant fat boy’. He may have enjoyed the attention from younger men his status gave him, but if things were up to him he would have been a lean muscle bear with not an ounce of fat on him.

Dillon, though enjoying the romps with the larger daddy, (as presently he was twisted around with his back against the sheets, the big daddy bear lunging towards his erect, throbbing member, sinking down all the way to his brown bush), he couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

In the last year since university he had put on thirty pounds, going from roughly one hundred and thirty pounds to one hundred and sixty, if he had it his way he'd add at least another hundred pounds on top of where he was, too. He felt sexier than ever, yet as he guided his daddies hand to his softening stomach, he felt Brian scoff through his fellatio, reluctantly giving his cubby a rather passionless belly rub. He couldnt help but feel a little bit deflated in response, but he tried hard to stay hard. Turns out it was hard work.

Dillon rolled his eyes and tried his best to enjoy the blowjob. Imagining his friend stating ‘oh my, look at this belly you’re growing, fattening up nicely aren’t we, boy?’ or ‘looks like my little butterball is going to be a bear soon’ while giving his growing tummy a healthy slap. He could tell, however, this would never be the case. Brian liked him because he had just enough meat on his bones he wasn’t skinny anymore, but too much more meat would be more than the older bear could stomach. He loved his fur, his skin, his hazel eyes and mischievous smirk. He did not like his gaining fetish.

“C’mon big daddy. Rub my big belly!” said Dillon in a husky voice.

“You’re still just an otter, boy.” The daddy growled as his face was buried in his crotch between his budding fupa and thickening thigh. Dillon hated it when his daddy friend downplayed his weight gain. Total boner killer.

Dillon sighed.

“Alright Brian, time for me to fuck that fat ass.” Dillon chirped excitedly, trying to keep things interesting, especially after that intentionally disruptive comment of Brians.

Which brings us to the second issue between the two, Brian was a reluctant bottom, only taking the position so he could get his hands on Dillon’s 'still perfect' body. He wasn’t, however, particularly enthusiastic about the whole setup and sighed deeply before taking the position.

“Alright boy,” he said, sticking his chubby ass up into the air, at two hundred eighty pounds and a height of six foot three, it gave Dillon quite the mountain to climb for his prize. But as usual, that wasn’t the position Dillon wanted to take Brian. He stared and smirked in response,

"C'mon boy, I don't have all night, Ken will be home at 11."

“Naw big bear, not like that. On your back. I wanna see your big sexy belly!” Brian failed to fully hide a grimace as he flipped onto his back, his tummy wobbling slightly as he did so, only slightly, however because Brian’s abdomen was still tensed in vain, always to Dillon’s chagrin.

“Oooh fuck that’s so hot Brian!”

“Well at least someone likes it!”

“Oh god yeah I do,” Dillon said, guiding his lubed up dick towards Brian’s hole between his fluffy buns, “fuck yes I dooo!” he moaned as his cock sunk into Brian’s hole.

“fuck…” Dillon moaned as he began to rock on his knees against Brian’s chubby rear. Brian’s cheeks were red and sweat began seeping out onto his bald forehead as he was beginning to get pounded, Dillon often started slow but often reached a fever pitch. Brian's cheeks and chin began to wobble with every thrust, but those weren't the only features jiggling.

As Dillon found his rhythm he looked down at Brian’s gut, when he was being pounded in missionary there was no attempt to suck in, showing, at last, the tubby extent of Brian’s grey furred belly. The faster and harder Dillon pumped his dick into Brian the more Brian’s chunky belly began to ripple, his shallow but wide belly button beckoned him and Dillon began to finger and massage it,

“Such a sexy belly, daddy.”

“Thanks…” Brian croaked dubiously.

Dillon leaned forward and clamped his mouth around Brian’s fat moob, sucking hard on his nipple.

“Ohhhh, boy, that feels so good!” moaned Brian despite himself.

“Fuck I love nursing your fat tiddies daddy!”

As Dillon got closer and closer to his climax he released Brian’s legs and grabbed his soft, wobbling gut with both his hands, shaking it with all his might, rippling his fat as he began to pound Brian’s rear as hard as he could,

“So. Fucking. Fat!” Dillon cried out as he flooded Brian’s guts with cum.

Dillon rolled off Brian panting and Brian finished himself off quickly with his right hand and a few flicks of his wrist, snuggling up to Dillon after getting off.

Dillon had news but he wasn’t even sure he wanted to say it out loud.

“In a few weeks I’m going to Vancouver to see a feeder.” He said simply

“Dillon,” Brian responded in a concerned tone, “I’m getting worried about this fetish of yours.”

2

Dillon sighed and rolled his eyes reading Brian’s text after sending him a dick pic.

Brian: you better watch that belly, son, I don’t want it to get too big and cover your cock and your bush.

Dillon wanted more than anything for it to cover his cock and his bush. Comments like this weren’t rare either, they were getting more common, especially after his lecture about abdominal weight being bad for the heart the last time they were both together before his trip up to Vancouver.

‘Yadda yadda. Like I haven’t had that catastrophizing, clean eating, healthy heart shit crammed down my throat all my life,’ Dillon would always think when confronted with such obtuse sermonizing.

Sermonizing that was becoming more and more common in recent times and not without a cause either.

It had been three months since the feeding in Vancouver B.C., which occurred late November. The trip was a hedonistic foray with a handsome blonde bear named Hayden, who sat at a rotund two hundred eighty five pounds and had a thick slab of an overhang tantalizing Dillon between every mouthful of sea-salted chocolate caramel ice cream (lactose free). His deep, mostly smooth but only very lightly blonde-furred belly and golden skin, only interrupted by the odd mole (which Dillon thought was sexy anyhow) and dopey, thick bearded face drove Dillon to the heights of ecstasy.

Since that meeting something clicked in Dillon’s brain. Mainly his appetite. The consequence? A lot had changed. Particularly Dillon’s waistline. Brian was right to cringe. Dillon had blossomed from one hundred and sixty pounds to one hundred eighty five. The twenty five pound gain hardly went unnoticed. Classmates made fun of his double chin. He bought an entire new wardrobe. His parents were concerned. His sister across in Baltimore laughed at his chubby face over Zoom. All in all he was feeling rather pleased with himself.

He looked in the mirror and stretched his arms above his head until the shirt he was wearing rode up all the way past his bellybutton.

“Finally outgrown mediums!” He exclaimed to himself cheerfully. Cupping the belly with both hands, he lifted it from underneath, pooching it up, making the bellybutton appear deeper. He stuck his finger in. With the belly smooshed up the way it was his finger was already as far in as it would go as it did when he put it in Brian’s. He imagined himself fatter.

Brian: it’s going to be fun playing with that dick this weekend, boy.

Dillon paused. Fiendishly, he propped his phone against a cup and a shampoo bottle in front of his dorm mirror and angled his phone until it framed his belly perfectly. He took a video of himself jiggling his new soft belly, fur abound, some of it getting sucked into the black hole of his belly button. After a few jiggles get gave his little growing gut a few meaty slaps and ended the recording. He then sent it to Brian.

Brian: that’s an unfortunate look.

Dillon: how come?

Three dots scintillating in that monochromatic frosted blue inside the mellow primary blue bubble. Then they stopped. Dillon face twisted with mischief.

Dillon: is it because my belly is getting big?

Three dots. This time a response followed.

Brian: Dillon. You’re getting too fat.

Dillon’s dick sprang to attention.

Brian: You need to start hitting the gym before you get any bigger.

Dillon’s dick throbbed so hard he felt like he would faint. Through his wicked, lust-fuelled haze a seed of a scheme germinated and burst through the damp soil of his mind, a season full of conniving growth passed in an instant.

‘I wonder how much fatter I can get before I see him again?’

Dillon: how fat is too fat?

Brian: when you have the same BMI as I do.

Dillon quickly added things up, Brian’s BMI had recently gone up due to him gaining back a bunch of weight, now sitting at three hundred twenty pounds. To which he couldn’t even coax a belly pic from Brian (well, he managed to get one, but Brian was standing with ‘good posture’ and sucking in his gut so hard it made his face look constipated).

‘6’3, 320 lbs.’

‘5’11, 185…’

He played with the numbers on the BMI converter on his phone until they showed him what he needed to know.

He needed to gain one hundred pounds.

‘So be it then’

Quickly, he thought up a lie, a delicious one, and concocted a plan in his head immediately.

Dillon: oh man! I’m sorry daddy! My sister is coming over from Baltimore, haven’t seen her in a while. We’ll have to reschedule!

Brian: aww, that’s too bad cub. Have fun with your family though!

Dillon: sure thing!

Three more months of classes. He’d been sitting on his lazy ass eating cafeteria food, fast food and tonnes of soda, milk everything. It’s what caused his weight to go up so drastically in just three months. He calculated at least another twenty pounds.

‘185 + 20….’

Unable to contain himself, be brushed his growing pink nipples amongst a sea of fur after ripping his shirt off over his head in a swift motion.

‘…= 205lbs’

He had to take his hand off his dick so he didn’t cum.

He never thought he’d be over two hundred, and just in time for swimsuit season he calculated - a conservative estimate -that he would be at least five pounds over.

His next thoughts made his body operate as if on autopilot.

Dillon: hey Hayden, does your work still need an extra guy… uh, bearista? And are you still looking for a room mate? Maybe I could come up and fill both those positions. That is if they’re willing to pay an illegal American under the table.

The very thought of his plan working filled Dillon with such lust he looked in the mirror and thought about what he would look like at two-o-five.

Then he thought what it would look like at two eighty five.

He plunged his thumb into his belly button and wrapped his fingers down under his belly, he stood hunched so he gave himself an overhang to grab onto. Dropping his phone into the empty sink, he twisted his nipple with his other hand.

“Yeah, fuckin piggy. We,” he jiggled his belly to let it know he was addressing it, “we got a lot of growing to do in Canada, don’t we piggy? Yeah, I’m gonna get so fuckin fat, I’m gonna get so big it’ll give Brian a fuckin stroke!” He said, his voice getting whiny and lustful “Brian? Uh, fuck. Brian, why are you looking at me like that?”

And he mimicked Brian’s voice,

“Good-god boy! What the fuck have you done to yourself!?” a vividly imagined expression popped into Dillon’s head of a dismayed Brian looking down at an obese Dillon splayed out on his bed, fat rolls cascading down his furry body.

At that, wheezing and panting, clearly on his way to becoming out of shape, he threw his head back, stumbling backwards against the wall, and sprayed his load all over his chunky reflection in front of him.

“Oh fuck yea!”

After he cleaned up he remembered the text that sent him on his horned out fantasy. Grabbing his phone, he noticed two texts that made him want to do it all over again.

Brian: don’t eat too much with your family! You’re getting too chubby! Maybe hit the gym instead.

He’d lay into that last comment for sure. As a lie. Then he read the next one.

Hayden: yeah bud! We’d love to have you up here! I’m over 330 now and only getting bigger, maybe I’ll rub off on you a bit!

“Rub off on me? That’s the idea baby!”

[quiveringdeer]

was chattin with @thesightstoshowyou about HoW and got on the subject of Bo's lil picture wall. first i'm real curious what photos the prop crew actually put up on the wall. second I pretty much agree with fandom that they're probs legit torture porn pics from previous victims. vinny has his wax figures and bo has his photos.

then i got to thinkin about how Vincent could be waaaay darker then what I generally read in fandom. like i love my sweet vinny hc but--

i'm new to fandom but havent seen much talk about how vincent records the gory mess of paris' head being impaled on that pipe. like not just for reference either. but i recall him watching it slide down the pole? maybe even he pushed her with his boot? granted I've only seen the movie once on rental some weeks ago.

but like, what kind of reference could that video give him for art? and then i was thinking that as someone who generally seems to take lots of time with his craft. he rushes wade's figure. even covering him alive- which couldnt possibly last long. after death--which kudos to wade for not dying of shock with those surely third degree burns from hot wax (i know this is a plot point to make it spooky with his eyes still alive later but still)-- the body is gonna star building up gas, bloating the body and then expelling fluids and other things once muscles begin to relax. which would no doubt start to bulge out and crack the wax casing?? hmmm though I guess if the wax is solid enough it would just keep all that trapped inside the victim's body. i mean Carly didn't smell the dead smell until that person's arm broke off in the church...

anywho point is, it'd probs be easier to pose a victim who's dead and beginning to set into riga mortis. especially cause you wouldn't need straps and such to hold them to the chair as the wax encased them. also means an easier time of replacing the eyeballs and such.

but yeah. so encasing a living person in wax would be a purely sadistic form of torture. and yeah vinny is my sweet cinnamon roll but maybe he should be my sweet sinnamon roll? ya dig?

would love others' opinions and thoughts!!

[cinematicquack]

Masked + Lure Shoots!!

I am combining the Masked and Lure shoot days as they overlapped. 

Day 1 (28th March)

Masked

On the first day, I had Alyssa kindly pick me up to help transport all the production design!! We got to the scout hut at Bonaly Country Park at 8:30ish. I set up my area of the scout hut, having a whole area for actors to keep their stuff and a table for my props etc. I first got both actors into costume, so that Bronte could immediately start on their hair. Whilst they did that, I got william in costume and added the dark eyeshadow to his eyes. 

In retrospect, we should have mic-ed up the actors at the base, as once we got to location, the girls had to be covered up as they both had to half undress to put the mix belts on etc. NOT IDEAL!! We did end up mic-ing them at base the next 3 days. Monday was actually the warmest day out of the week, so the actors were pretty comfortable. I did bring shorts and joggers and lots of blankets and hand warmers for them to wear in between takes for the rest of the week. 

I almost cried seeing the Spirit in location. I had actually managed to match the colours of the trees, meaning the spirit blended in just enough. Everyone’s reaction to the costume was awesome. The many 1st and 2nd years helping us all wanted pics with the spirit. I was so proud of myself and my work. 

The day went pretty well, however, in the afternoon I noticed that the spirit mask was deteriorating. Due to william wearing it for long periods, and breathing, it built-up condensation inside it meaning the inside was now wet and causing the modroc to unharden and fray apart. I had a small panic attack - luckily I had been prescribed new medication to take when having a panic attack and I managed to calm down after around an hour. To deal with it in the moment, I just reapplied paint to the areas that were falling apart - mainly the chin and mouth and nose. I also noticed part of Kari’s mask was cracking slightly. And to top off my props issues, a stick which Tuurid uses as a weapon was stepped on by bronte and it snapped. NOT IDEAL!! At the end of the day, I got Alyssa to drop off both masks and the stick back at my house so that once i got home after Lure that night I could fix them. 

Lure

Due to william acting both in masked and lure, coleen came to pick him and I up, so that we could get shooting asap on Lure. She wouldnt do this the rest of the days as William was only needed on Monday, and she would pick me up on Wednesday as I was acting. We got to location pretty quick - an industrial estate in north leith area. It turned really foggy at night, which looking really cool for this scene. I got actors in costume, then helped with spotting and continuity until I left around 11pm. They didnt wrap until 2am, and planned to do some pickups on Thursday night. I did also make sure to keep the actors warm and comfy!! On my way home, I had to wait for a bus on princes street, and noticed that it was so foggy you couldnt see Edinburgh Castle!!

I then returned home to find my deteriorating props. The mask was even worse than I thought, the whole chin, mouth, and nose comletey falling apart. Kari’s mask wasn’t too bad, just a wee bit of cracking due to the mask being dropped for a scene. The stick wasnt too bad either. 

THANK GODS for my trusty glue gun, I’ve named her Cal (short for Excalibur). I literally used glue gun to fix all my problems. I first glued the stick back together, then used paint to cover up the glue. I then glued over the crack in the Kari mask, and painted over that. Then the spirit mask was a bit tricker. I first peeledoff the wet areas of modroc as those would not dry for tomorrow (and would also make other areas of the mask wet). I then used the glue gun glue to reconstruct the face. I used continuity pics from that days shoot to make sure it looked as similar as possible. I then glued on the inside of the mask, and added lots of foam padding as a barrier between william’s face and the mask - meaning the condensation would be trapped against the foam, and not the modroc. I then repainted the mask and varnished it again. I got to bed at 4am. 

Day 2 - 29th March

Masked

The next morning, Alyssa once more gave me a lift (bless alyssa!). This morning, I made sure both actresses were mic-ed up before we left the base. I also made sure both actors were wearing shorts and layers underneath the dresses, and wore joggers in any shots where we cant see below their waists. Today was very good. I had no breakages for masks or sticks!! 

It was also Williams last day on set, which I was glad about as it meant I didnt have to worry about the Spirit costume anymore!! This was the BTS day too!! It was so  I did however slightly injured myself this day, walking down the hill I thought I twisted my hip or pulled a muscle. It wasn’t too painful so I just stayed cautious and kept an eye on myself for the rest of the day. 

Lure

I then made my own way to the Lure set, as coleen didnt need to pick me up on this day. We were filming in an underpass next to the Tescos on Broughton Road. I had to travel quite a bit on the bus, but manged to get there around 7.30. Due to this shoot being in an underpass we didnt’ have to wait for the sun to go down - so when I arrived, they were already in costume and had began shooting. I became the umbrella holder, a role I took very seriously. Until I felt extremely nauseous and threw up just outside the tunnel. Coleen assigned me to looking after the kit, until everyone went on break around 10pm, and I decided I should probably head home. 

I had already chatted with Coleen, who then told me to ask Laurie, about whether my yellow hair would affect the lighting too much. On the test shoot they realised my hair reflected a lot of light. I did have some spare purple dye at home and said that if they wanted I could dye it before Wednesday. They said if I had the time. And so i did! After getting home (and being assaulted on the way home (long story)), I dyed my hair purple at midnight!! I was very tired so it was a bit patchy. 

Day 3 - 30th March

Masked

The morning went pretty the same as Tuesdays, however, without William needed, I could fully focus on Tuurid and Kari. Unfortunately, Bronte was late this day, so we ended up having to wait for her to get to set to do each actor’s hair. Other than that it was pretty good. We had on and off hailstones every 30 minutes or so. And it was a lot chillier. 

I ended up lying on the actor’s feet inbetween takes to keep them warm (see picture below). I did have another pretty bad panic attack this day due to some paint getting on the girls’ costumes. But Bronte said to make up for her being late, she would fix the costumes for tomorrow. I also continued having asthma attacks all day, we were shooting at the very top of the big hill in the afternoon so i was very sick. 

Lure

Coleen picked me up the evening as I was acting. I got changed whilst we were all packing up at the scout centre. We got to set and there were already issues. The bus stop they planned to shoot at was on a very busy road. The 1st and 2nd year helping went scouting for other options. We ended up moving to this bus stop where the whole side of the road was entirely closed off - but there was no road works or anything. 

Fraser took Joseph and I further away from set to rehearse. Fraser’s direction was really useful. We then began shooting around 8.30pm. We first took some tracking shots of me walking through the streets. We got around 2 shots in to the actual bus stop sequence, and some builders came up and told us to go away. We packed up quickly and planned to reschedule for another day. I ended up staying over at Laurie’s flat as Peter stays with her, meaning in the morning I could travel to set with Peter. 

Day 4 - 31st March

Masked

Final day on Masked. We only had the scout hut for half the day today, meaning we only had a few shots to get. Unfortunately, it snowed overnight and meant that the whole park was covered in snow. However, it was sunny, so the actors weren’t as cold as the past days. I still layed on their feet when their toes went a bit numb. Everything went really well this day. 

The final shot we had to do was the altar shot. We found a location only a 2 minute walk from the scout hut - so most of the crew went back quickly to get some warm drinks and pack up everything we didnt need. Jagoda, Tom and I all stayed outside. Jagoda showed me the spot - a small circle of large rocks just off from the car park. We moved some nearby loose rocks over to build up the circle so it had more layers, however! As i was doing this, a felt a sudden shooting pain from my tailbone all the way up my back, and my legs gave out from under me. I managed to shuffle myself over to the where rhe camera would be so I could begin setting up the altar for camera. Jagoda ran to get me some paracetamol. I finsihed setting up the altar - and Tom helped lighting some of the candles. 

I was then sent to sit on one of the camping chairs by cameron. And THEN WE WRAPPED!! And it immediately began raining. I was very pleased with the outcome of the shots! I helped tidy the scout hut (toilets and all). And then got a bus with Peter back to his flat. I managed to rest for the next couple hours before heading on a bus with Laurie to the Lure set. 

Lure

We were doing pickups of the Monday shoot. I stayed till 12pm, then headed home. Coleen and Fraser asked if I’d be free tomorrow (Friday) night to continue shooting my scene - as this was the last day they could even shoot for. I agreed of course! 

Day 5 - 1st April (what a cruel joke from the universe)

Lure

I slept most of the morning, and then headed to set for 7pm. We ended up using the bus stop we shot at during the test shoot. We had a very small crew as most people had only planned shooting monday-thursday nights, and therefore weren’t free friday night. It was myself, Joseph (the other actor), Coleen (co-director and producer), Fraser (co-director), Laurie (Director of Photography), Molly (sound recordist), and Laurie’s boyfriend Callum (who helped as a gaffer and assistant until 11pm). I also managed to get Davide (a 1st year who was an assistant on Masked) to help us for the night!!

So, a very small crew. Joseph and I even ended up helping with lighting! We first worked our way through Joseph’s scenes, so that he could go asap as he lives in Glasgow. We were all quite delirious and so the night was really fun! Callum left around 11pm. Joseph left around 1.30am. After that, we had a small break and then continued on single shots of me. We finished around 3am, packed up and began to leave. 

I was offered to go to Laurie’s at this point as Laurie, Coleen and Fraser still had to stay out and get some shots of the empty streets. I decided to stay out incase I could be of help. We dropped Molly and Davide off at Bainfeild, then headed out once more to continue filming. We finished around 5am, then parked on the side of the road to pack up kit properly - making sure everything was correctly packed up. Fraser then dropped off me and Laurie at her flat. I think I fell asleep at 6.30am. 

All i know is pain. 

BUT WE WRAPPED!! I went home Saturday afternoon after sleeping till around 1pm. I spent Sunday prepping for For Crimes Forgotten on Monday!