Sinclair missed when he was allowed actual real food when his family was still alive. Forsaking their flesh for metal now meant the dinner table had nothing but, no matter how much he hated calling it that as he didn't want to seem ungrateful, slop. Unappetising, unappealing, it was all drab and dull, sometimes improperly cooked as well. He couldn't help but reminisce on the days of his childhood where his father made him a fancy feast for dinner, followed by his dearest mother bringing in for dessert the most delicious cakes he'd ever gotten to taste.
But now that was all gone, as they had no need for "luxuries" of the sort and could plug themselves in and be satisfied. All skill when it came to food had been thrown out the window, much like their so-called unnecessary feelings, which they could now flick on and off as they pleased.
However, with Kromer, it was different. It wasn’t uncommon for her to take him wherever she pleased when the lunch break bell hit. At first, it was easy to pick him up and chuck him over the school gates, but the more time passed, the heavier he got, which greatly satisfied her. Sometimes, it was an all you can eat barbecue joint that she'd drag him to. Seemingly, those were her favourites, but she also pulled him through store aisles and shoddy, yet still delicious, fast foods, and the only thing she would ever tell him is to eat whatever he wants, anything he likes, unlimited and unbound.
And so, he would.
To taste actual food once more, from delicious cones of ice cream to creamy cakes, from crunchy chicken to juicy grilled steaks, he would eat and eat until it was hard to walk back to class, stomach too full for him to handle, much to his and Kromer's pleasure. Once they'd get back, she always had the custom to hug him from behind and squeeze his belly. It was hard to at first, being smooth as a board, but as it went on, as new rolls would pop up, he could feel Kromer shiver in delight while muttering a small "good boy" in his ear, which, in turn, made him shiver with glee as well.
It was almost time for them to graduate, so he thought of this as a nice gift from her. It's nice to be allowed to take part in one of the many humanly pleasures she talked about.
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D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai, the first indigenous actor nominated in any lead category, attends the 2024 Emmys with a red handprint over his mouth, the symbol for Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women (MMIW). September 15, 2024.
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tbh the fact that cats purr was an unnecessary bonus we don't always acknowledge. they're already cute and baby and little and soft and make silly noises and do funny shit. but they also like to cuddle and make a soothing pleasant noise to indicate they are happy when they cuddle you? huge. huge for the human race.
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What was considered peak masculinity back in the 2000s is now considered as little meow meow energy in 2024
This clearly shows how far we've progressed and become even more improved versions of ourselves.
As for this godly man, he's still as fiery and yet so sweet even two decades later, if not more, as he was all those years ago.
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🤲 spare wardrobe malfunction ideas pls.... no character preference i just need someone to eat until they burst out of their clothes
He wasn't that bad of a picky eater, he was sure of it, but when Outis sat down Sinclair to have a talk about his stunned growth, followed by a myriad of dishes being placed in front of him, he couldn't help but think that maybe she was right. He was picky about what he ate. But that didn't deter her, no, not at all. In fact, it only served to make her put more pressure on him.
She got tired at some point, of him playing with his food and talking to avoid having to eat what she had made for him (so kindly as well, all to ensure his skills keep up in battle), and took matters into her own hands. Holding his chin with one hand and a fork with the other, Outis would feed him herself, ignoring the complaints about texture and taste, making sure he was good and eating whatever she shoved into his maw.
When the complaint about his clothes feeling tight came, something shifted in her. Outis was still doing this solely for the good of the sinners' synergy, nothing more. It was just a coincidence that, when his belt began to be covered by his belly, when his buttons began to strain more and more against his stomach, Outis decided to further test his limits.
A button popping from his shirt would be a good sign. Maybe his thighs straining against his trousers, making them hard to zip and buckle, would be an effective way to know he had given up on his picky ways. He did keep eating, after all, even what he complained about. Not to mention, as well, how he never stopped swallowing whatever was given to him even when he was huffing and groaning from the ache in his stomach.
Outis had no reason to stop whatsoever, at least not until Sinclair's belly was peeking from under his shirt, and his buttons couldn't handle his size any longer. Hopefully, he has an extra set of clothes. These don't look like they'll handle much more.
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Minecraft movie trailer dropped this thing looks awful my skin itches just looking at these things
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first one at the bay gar gets to fuck me
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