#tales from the feeder

[cruelfeline]

Look at this! A juvenile red-headed woodpecker visited the feeding station today!

I've never seen one before; they're apparently pretty rare in my area.

I really, really hope it sticks around into the spring; I'd love to see its adult plumage. Even if it doesn't, it was so exciting seeing it today!

[astericosmic]

One plug post and then I'll shut up

Thought I'd take a break from throwing literature onto a project blog and actually use Tumblr like a normal person.

I am posting the link to this blog exactly once and then not plugging it again (though I will probably rant about it). It's called Tales from the Asterism and mostly consists of me forwarding correspondence from a smuggler dude living in a multiple-realm celestial fantasy world, but I adapted one of his writings into a short horror story called WITNESS and will probably make more, fun times you should read it ok shutting up

[irishmammonagenda]

MC's magic going wrong 😱😰

or right depending on ur outlook on life ig

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (extremely brief and only notioned towards), physical affection

You hadn´t thought much of it at first when you got back to the human realm. Everything went back to normal. Or as normal as it could be.

Your mother and father sobbed when they saw you, stating how they though´t you were lying in a ditch somewhere in the stretching countryside. You´d lied, told them you were away on a residency based apprenticeship, that you were sorry for worrying them. Your siblings showed signs of worry you never thought they were able to feel for you. Thus you were being babied for a month or so.

That´s when it started.

At first, it was more corvids at the bird feeder in your garden than usual. Then it was stray cats. Then inexplicable black and white feathers dusting your clothing and hair.

Your mother smiled picking out the ivory feather from the confines of your unbrushed hair, "Oh! Your guardian angel´s been watching over you!" she says playfully, an old wives´ tale, nothing too serious.

You tense for a moment, before laughing with her. "Well I´ll take it as a good sign." Stupid old wives being the smartest people.

At first it was easy to brush off.

Then your father started getting lucky, he hadn't been one to gamble persay, putting a few coins in on a bet for the horse racing or the football was a regular occurrence, sometimes he won,sometimes he didn't. The difference of a few silvers, a share bag of sweets basically, made no real strain on your belts. But now, he was winning left right and center. Winning amounts that shouldnt be possible based on the amount he input.

Though, after you woke up to cats and corvids staring at you unblinkingly, in your room, with a few flies and insects on the walls, and your bedsheets covered in feathers and scales of all colours and sizes, enough was enough.

You were going to give those nerds a piece of your mind.

After shooing the animals out, (making sure to pet the cats), you picked up a lipstick, and channeled your pact magic before drawing a circle with various symbols on the floor,

You stilled, "Ah, shit. I dunno how to do this, i mean half of those symbols are angry faces and squiggles...." but ever the theatre nerd, you improved.

"I, MC, call upon the power of my pacts with the Avatars of Hell! and, using their power; a portal to the Devildom shall open for me!"

And a portal did open for you. Unfortunately, not to the best place. As you travelled through the time pocket you ended up stumbling once you made it to the other side, the stumble turnt into a tumble turnt into a fall. Unluckily for you, the thing you fell on was toned flesh and chuckling heartily, you were in Diavolo's lap.

"It's great of you to drop by MC!" He says, his massive hands pulling you further into his frame.

You cover your face with your hands, now noticing the various other nobles in the council room who are staring at their Prince, attempting to mask the fact their jaws are going to hit the floor.

Atleast the Brothers weren't there, but Barbatos' half polite smile half smirk and Diavolo whispering various playful musings of, "Did you miss me that much little human, we missed you too.", and "Summoning a portal illegally into the Demon Lord's castle and onto the Demon Princes lap...tututut." almost made the brothers seem like a mercy....

...almost.

You couldn't tell if this was a win or a lose.

[feeder86]

Feeder 86: The Top Ten

Can you believe that the Feeder86 ‘Orginal Gainer Stories’ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?

This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time. 

Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!

So, with that being said, let us begin...

#10 The Feeders’ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off ‘Original Gainer Stories’ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feeders’ Formation, The Feeders’ Formalities, The Feeders’ Foreclosure, The Feeders’ Forecast, The Feeders’ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when you��re working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than I’ve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feeders’ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!

#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. He’s one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldn’t fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.

#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didn’t have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as ‘The Curses’ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If you’re a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.

#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommy’s love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.

#6 The Pig Feed: It’s not easy to write a gainer story where there isn’t another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. It’s a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.

#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us don’t understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what it’s like to realise that you’re not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.

#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, it’s one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...

If you’ve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.

#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. I’m sure we’ve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I won’t spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeed…

#2 Tommy’s Two Hundred. Don’t recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet. 

Now, I’m not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. It’s a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. You’ll either love him, or you’ll hate him. That’s all I’m going to say…

Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. It’s all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!

Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th April…

#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion. 

With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control. 

The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I don’t need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, we’ll have to wait and see…

So, there you have it! The the complete list!

This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...

So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations.  

Also, don’t forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Let’s all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! I’m sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.

Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.

Happy 200 stories!

Feeder86

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

How You Turn My Word; Chapter 2

The day continues, and this time you find yourself in an entire new world... a world called The Underground.

Character; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, more shenanigans, reader isn't happy

Content Warning; Intoxication (Lilia), swearing

Word Count; 2.7 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

Don't put my work into AI; I'll make sure you end up in the Bog of Eternal Stench.

Lilia’s night was not going according to plan and he was mentally cursing himself over it.

Thing Lilia did not plan for #1; he got lost. To be fair though, many a thing had drastically changed since the last time he romped around the mortal realm. A few hundred years would do that though. Humans now seemed to live in tall metal boxes rather than the humble cottages of ages past. 

Thing Lilia did not plan for #2; a red flower deceiving him and containing something akin to liquor. So he was flying around lost while under the influence, which only worsened his situation. (Lilia did not know it, but the red flower was in fact a hummingbird feeder with sugar water which had been left out in the sun for too long and had fermented. Make sure to change your hummingbird feeder often on hot days so you don’t cause a nectar-loving friend to fly while wasted) 

Thing Lilia did not plan for #3; getting himself stuff in one of those tall metal boxes, and he was now stuck inside some cursed metal labyrinth. At least it was not iron or silver, as it did not burn, apparently, humans no longer fortified their abodes with those metals. Perhaps the times have changed for the better?

But Lilia finally escaped the infernal metal labyrinth, perhaps luck was finally on his side tonight after all! He bumped around a few corners. My my, what a small hovel. Perhaps things have not changed all that much from the last time I was here… But Lilia was rudely pulled from his thoughts when something swatted him clean out of the air. And the culprit? A rather rotund grey cat with large blue eyes, which was now carrying Lilia into its lair, most likely to play with him for a bit before deciding that it had had it’s fun and ultimately put him out of his misery.

His night went from a jolly and somewhat embarrassing tale he would regale about at the local tavern, to a bedtime story parents would tell their children about the dangers of going places that you really shouldn’t. Should he get out of this sticky situation Lilia would not live this incident down. 

The cat placed Lilia in a collection of socks and then sauntered off, calling out at the top of its lungs. Great, it's getting company for supper, and I’m the appetizer. How lovely. But Lilia knew he would have a better chance of getting out of this situation if he stayed calm and waited for an opportunity to escape. Even while tipsy, he could keep his cool.

And the feline was back and yanked Lilia out of the sock hole. Cracking open his one eye he saw that the cat did not come back with its hungry friends, but rather, a human. That was both good news and bad news. Good news; he most likely was not going to be eaten tonight! Yippee! Bad news; the last time he was in bat-form in a human’s abode, he was chased around with a torch, which he really did not want to go through again. So his best course of action was to play dead in this situation.

When the human left the room though, he took his chance and took flight once again, trying to find a way out. The cat was trying to catch him again, but Lilia knew of its tricks this time and dodged every swipe it sent his way.

But he was pulled out of his thoughts when the human screeched at the cat, “YOU CAUGHT A FUCKING BAT?!” 

Oh yeah, they did not sound happy, not at all, but it seemed to be directed more at their feline companion rather than him.

As he was busy flapping around, trying to find an escape but to no avail, he also heard the human whispering to him. “Don’t fly towards my head, bat. I’m just trying to get you back outside. You’re a nice bat, right? Nice bat, nice bat.”

Were he not preoccupied and in a better state of mind, Lilia would have been amused by this. Currently, though he was occupied with trying not to be eaten and finding a way out of this cursed place. He was not in a laughing mood. All Lilia wanted to do was get back home, pass out in his bed but he would also be happy with his sofa as well, and pretend that this was nothing more than a bad dream after a night spent tavern hopping. Dealing with a horrid hangover would be better than this… and he was most likely going to have one of those anyways. Tonight really wasn’t Lilia’s night, not at all.

Then the human grabbed the cat, and Lilia was finally left alone. The window was open, but he didn’t know that, as his mind was too preoccupied with you know, not dying, that he hadn’t noticed that the human had opened it for him. So where did Lilia go? Well, he went back into the metal labyrinth (air duct), and fumbled around until he tired himself out. It wasn’t the most ideal of spots to crash for the night, but it was better than going back and possibly being eaten, Lilia would rather avoid that. So this was going to be his bed for the night, a lonely quiet corner of the air duct system, where he could hopefully wake up sober tomorrow. But he yearned for his warm quilts that awaited for him back at home, back in Faerie, or as some call it, the Underground.

Lilia wasn’t even supposed to be in the mortal realm in the first place, but curiosity had won him over, and he even ignored the travel advisory that was in place. Some crow fae had travelled there about a century or so ago and had yet to return back, hence a travel advisory. But yet here he was in the mortal realm, tiny, drunk, and utterly lost. His bad decisions could be looked into further detail once he got some shut-eye. So he wrapped himself in his wings and passed out in the corner of the air vent. Hopefully, when he woke up he could turn this disastrous day around.

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Upon waking up, Lilia groaned — or rather, in this case, squeaked — and stretched his wings out. So the wretched metal maze and last night's fiasco was not some liquor-hazed dream; how lovely. Utterly delightful.

At least the strange maze echoed sound quite well, so he knew what exits to avoid. Not that one, he could hear a dog barking, and the feline encounter was enough for him. No, not that one either, he could hear children screaming.

Finally, he came to an opening, there was some quiet chatter, but it was far enough away where Lilia felt comfortable enough to explore this potential escape route. 

Why does this look familiar? AM I BACK IN THE BUILDING?! Yes, yes he was. At least there was no sign of the ca–

“Mrp?” Speak of the devil.

The cat got out of its den and lept at Lilia, who dodged the attack, and the cat pushed some books off a desk. The cat was also screaming at him, and causing an all-around ruckus. Lilia managed to outmaneuver the feline, but soon a brand new human came into the scene.

The new human took one look at Lilia and backpedalled out of the room. But the human had just created another escape route for him, and Lilia flew, well, like a bat straight out of hell for it. Too bad the next room contained two more humans, including the one he had encountered from last night… maybe they would be nice again and spare him for trespassing on their small abode?

In the midst of the chaos, the human from last night knocked him out of the air with a broom. Okay, that hurt little Beastie. But that swing and the crash landing into a table caused Lilia to shift back into his human form, which also caused sparkles to happen. Did humans still think magic was evil? Well, he was about to find out.

Everyone remained silent, and after the sheer noise of the chaos, it was deafening, even the cat was quiet. And Lilia stared at the human that had knocked him out of the air, you. And you were staring straight back at him, looking utterly baffled. Well, this is awkward… I think I have overstayed my welcome… 

Lilia snapped his fingers, and he started to disappear into sparkles yet again, this time going home since he wasn’t able to use his magic when stuck in bat form. And it was happening without a pinch, but you seemed to trip on thin air and crash landed on his feet, disappearing with him; a stowaway coming to Faerie. 

… Well this is no good now, is it?

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 When the green sparkles subsided, you found yourself sitting in some sort of bog, and the water had made it into your mouth by some twist of fate. While you were busy spitting the bog water out of your mouth, the stranger was standing by the bank, dry, without any sulfuric-tasting water in his mouth, and looking better for wear.

Pulling yourself out of the bog water — eugh, you smelled like eggs now, great — you pointed an accusatory finger at him, water dripping from the end. “Where,” you spat out some extra bog water from your mouth, “am I? And why does it reak of eggs?!” You would have looked and sounded more imposing, but you were sopping wet, covered in mud, and spitting out coughs trying to get the bad taste out of your mouth; which wasn’t really commanding any sort of respect.

The stranger, Lilia, snorted before letting out a cough, trying to hide his amusement very poorly. He waved his hand, green sparkles surrounded you and you were now dry, still covered in mud, but dry. “Faerie, although some call it the Underground.”

You opened your mouth, but he wagged his finger at you. “And before you blame me for bringing you here, you have no one to blame for this but yourself!” Despite the cheeriness, there was something cold and off putting in his eyes, like he was calculating something. But that moment passed, and the almost annoying cheerful facade came back in full. “As for the smell? That so happens to be The Bog of Eternal Stench!”

“Like eternal eternal?” You really didn’t need to smell like rotten eggs for the rest of your days.

The stranger just chuckled, “Fret not, Beastie, I decided to return the favour, since your feline friend decided not to eat me. But it is indeed ‘eternal eternal’ if you don’t have the means to get rid of it.”

Beastie? “Uh, okay.” not the most eloquent of things to say, but really, could anyone blame you? You just fell through some kind of portal, magic(?) was real, and oh yeah, so were fae/faeries or whatever the hell they called themselves. So ‘Uh, okay’ was perfectly fine in this situation.

Mr. Sparkles — if he was going to call you Beastie, he deserved a dumb nickname — just gave you a smile, exposing the barest hint of his fangs; despite his small frame, he was still dangerous, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. It was as if he was assessing you, to see if you would be worth the trouble to help. You didn’t know if either option would be good by the way his magenta eyes twinkled with mischief.

He let out a huff and started walking away, and you followed. “I wouldn’t recommend following me, Beastie,” he hummed, and you tripped over a rock, vines keeping you to the moss. “The court would not take kindly to you.” 

You glared at him and tried ripping the vines off of your feet, but they didn’t budge. “And why should I listen to you?” 

Mr. Sparkles booped you on the nose, “Well, it would ensure that you made it out of here alive, which I believe you would find beneficial and all.” 

Obnoxious prick. But he did have a point, you would rather make it back home alive rather than fucking around and finding out (aka dying). “So what? Are you going to just leave me here? No welcome brochure? Thanks.” 

You were being sarcastic, since it was either sarcasm or having a full-on existential crisis, since hey, magic wasn’t real in your world! Dimension? Galaxy? Where the fuck was this place?! How the hell did you end up here?!

“Hmm good point…” he snapped his fingers and there was now a book sitting in your lap. “This should suffice, do be warned though, Beastie, I may call on you later to return the favour. For now though,” he started to turn into green sparkles, “toodaloo!~” And he turned into a bat, flying off into the sunset, leaving you alone at the edge of the swamp with the only things to your name being the clothes on your back and a book in your lap.

How to Survive the Underground; For Humans! … Did he just give you this world’s equivalent of a For Dummies book? What the fuck? Was this kind of sick joke to him?

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Once some of your ire had subsided, you decided to sit down on a boulder and read a bit of the book while there was still some sunlight out, but it was dipping into the horizon fast.

How to Survive the Underground; For Humans! By Yelworc Erid Preface …… i - iv Chapter 1; Surviving Your First Night…… 1 - 10 Chapter 2; Edible Food for Humans …… 11 - 31 Chapter 3; The Basics of Fae Etiquette …… 32 - 35 3.1; Species Specifics …… 36 - 146 3.2; Government Specifics …… 147 - 169 Chapter 4; Help! I Have Been Indentured to a Fae! …… 170 - 200 Chapter 5; Adjusting to Fae Social Life …… 201 - 224 Chapter 6; Transmittable Illnesses & Diseases …… 225 - 261 Chapter 7; Fae Courting Practices …… 262 - 264 7.1; Species Specifications …… 265 - 366 7.2; Government Specifications …… 367 - 389 7.3; Accepting a Courting Proposal …… 390 - 393 7.4; Refusing a Courting Proposal …… 394 - 401 Chapter 8; How to Handle Fae Children …… 402 - 452 Chapter 9; How to Leave the Underground … 453 Chapter 10; Adjusting to Life in the Underground …… 454 - 482 Acknowledgments …… 483 - 485

Looking back up to the horizon, you quickly turned the pages to Chapter 1; Surviving Your First Night.

“If you are unable to find yourself some suitable shelter, one should find themselves safe by camping out in a rowan tree. These trees can easily be found by their vermillion clusters of berries. They keep away all native species of the Underground,” you read out loud, turning your attention to the trees nearby, searching for those berries. “Rowan tree, rowan tree–”

A loud screech coming from the undergrowth only pushed you further. 

Nope, I do not want to find out what THAT was! Nope! NoPe! NOPE! 

Finally, you found a tall enough tree and you hauled your ass up it like there was a fire below you, and you were up in the canopy, far enough up that nothing could reach you, but also high enough where you needed to be careful, since you didn’t want to meet an early death because you made a wrong move. But for now, you were safe.

“Nice try buddy,” you muttered to yourself, trying to get comfy. Wood wasn’t the comfiest thing in the world, but you weren’t really in the position to be complaining. “I am not on the menu.”

The screech came again, this time closer; yeah, you weren’t sleeping tonight. The sun was now beyond the horizon, and there was no moon, the only light coming from the stars above; it was very pretty, but you could see jack shit. This was going to be a long night… and not a fun one, since you could also see the glowing eyes of unknown creatures which were, quite frankly, freaky as fuck. So yeah, no sleep for you.

“This fucking sucks,” you grumbled, and a chittering from the bog seemed to mock you. “This really fucking sucks.”

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Author's Note; This chapter is shorter, but it felt natural to end the chapter like this. This chapter, and the previous one, were both rewrites of an old WIP, so from here on out I don't have to rewrite! YIPPEE!!! Rewriting takes me forever, so we shall see what I come up with next.

If you liked this, do check out my masterlist for more content!

[extra-stout-stories]

First Date / Creepy Cookies

When a BHM in Florida decides to take the plunge on a long-distance relationship with a witchy SSBBW FFA in New England, their first IRL encounter goes even better than he expected. (BHM to USSBHM, magical rapid weight gain, SSBBW feeder. Romantic, but spicy and mildly explicit. Lots of sexy descriptions of food. CW: Immobility, mobility aids.)

My first contribution to Feedist Kinktober '24! Reblog if you like it, and thanks as always to the mighty @fatguarddog for blessing us with an inspirational list of prompts. Last year I bit off more than I could chew and ended up with a folder of half-finished story ideas, so this year I'm only writing the ones where I feel inspired enough to knock a full story out in one go. Here's a sexy supernatural mutual gaining tale.

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His belly hang bounced against the steering wheel as he stepped with a grunt out of the rental car. A compact car wasn't exactly comfortable for a guy his size, but it was a chance to save a little bit of money on the trip. If this works out it's going to be expensive, he thought to himself. Long distance sucks.

He adjusted his jacket against the October breeze. New England was a lot different from Florida. He wasn't sure how he felt about the possibility of moving to somewhere he'd have to shovel snow in the winters, but he had to admit that at this time of year, the yellows and crimsons of the autumn foliage were beautiful like nothing he had ever seen.

And his date was like nobody he had ever met. It would be their first time meeting in person.

Dating as a 320 pound man was difficult enough, dating as a 320 pound man with a feeding fetish was more difficult still, and dating as a mutual gainer felt like the hardest thing of all. He was grateful that his last serious relationship had ended amicably; she was a Miami Beach gym bunny who loved the way her toned, tan body contrasted with his, and she had helped him break through a plateau at 300, but she grew increasingly frustrated that he couldn't reciprocate her attraction to him. Fortunately, they had managed to part without drama and stay friends, and he was happy to watch her pair off with a guy close to his size who was a much better fit for her. There was a text from her waiting when his plane touched down in Boston: "Good luck on your New England date! If she turns out to be a serial killer, text me and I'll come rescue you, k?"

But he wasn't too worried about that. Mostly he was worried that he wouldn't be as fat in person as his date expected. He was fat, of course, but he was also good at using camera angles to highlight his big belly and doughy double chin, making him look like a bigger SSBHM than he really was. And a part of him worried that the date would go too well. Plane tickets and a rental car weren't cheap, flying at his size was cramped and uncomfortable, and the drive north from Boston added another two and a half hours onto the trip. If things worked out, it wasn't going to be much fun trying to make a long-distance relationship work.

Still, it's worth a try. Nothing worth having in life comes easily. That's what he told himself as he took one last look at the scenery, the golden autumn colors mingling with evergreens this far north, the peak of Mount Washington in the distance already dusted with a layer of snow.

--

The Waterwheel Brewery was an old brick building at the edge of a ravine where a cold, clear waterfall splashed and foamed down a crack in the mountain granite. The rusty iron wheel that gave the brewpub its name was still there at the side of the ravine, a nineteenth century relic from a time when the building had been some kind of textile mill during the early years of America's industrial revolution. But that was a long time ago, and now the small factory town in the mountains was a self-consciously quaint destination catering to hikers, skiiers and leaf-peepers from Boston and New York City. The buildings on its main street had been transformed into upscale shops and farm-to-table restaurants, and the nineteenth century mill owner's stately Victorian mansion had been renovated as an expensive bed and breakfast. He had suggested to her that he book a room there for the night of their first date, but she had vetoed the idea. The Wilkes House is a tourist trap, she had messaged back. If dinner goes well, you'll stay at my place. She was nothing if not forward. He liked that about her.

Nervously, he entered the brewpub.

It was a busy Friday night. Middle-aged yuppies in fleece vests and college-aged hippies in hiking gear were clinking glasses. People really are skinnier up North, he thought to himself. It must be lonely being her size in a town like this. The Florida coast was full of tanned and toned beach bodies, of course, so he understood the struggle. Still, even in Florida, the South had its share of fat folks.

And he wasn't nearly as fat as she was.

Then a little voice in his mind seemed to whisper: Yet.

He shivered, his nervousness suddenly replaced by excitement. Don't get too far ahead of yourself, he thought. This is just a first date. She's cool online but you need to know if you vibe in person before you let her feed you for real. He glanced around the brewpub. When his eyes landed on her, there was no mistaking the woman he had come all this way to meet.

--

She was seated at the corner of the brewpub, on banquette seating behind a movable table. She seemed as wide as the table, fat shoulders in a loose white cardigan seeming to flow like lava into her breasts and belly rolls in a snug red cotton dress. An elegant antique necklace, a chunky Victorian brooch on a thick silver chain, drew his attention irresistably to her cleavage, then to the triple chins that seemed to rest directly on her chest and shoulders, her neck gone entirely, the chain disappearing beneath soft, pale folds. His attention wandered up her face just as she registered his presence and their eyes met. Her eyes seemed to flash with anticipation behind a pair of vintage eyeglass frames whose red matched the dress. Her fat cheeks dimpled as she smiled. Her chins quivered.

She was fatter in person.

--

Dinner went as well as he could have imagined. She was as clever as she was fat, a quick-witted conversationalist with a bright laugh and a keen sense of humor. They had spent so much time messaging back and forth that he already felt like he knew her, but she was even more charming in person. She had an endless supply of funny anecdotes from her job as an instructional librarian at the liberal arts college outside of town, the kind of school where rich kids spent four years as ski bums cultivating their weed habits. It wasn't where she had planned to end up, but her Ph.D. in anthropology from Miskatonic hadn't led to a tenure-track job, and she had grown to love the quiet beauty of the little mountain town.

The brewpub owners were graduates of the college, and the waitstaff all seemed to know her. They weren't fazed when she asked to see the menu for a second round of entrees, and while neither of them wanted to drink too much -- it would be another twenty minutes' drive up windy roads to her mountainside cottage, and besides, it was a first date -- the waitstaff were more than happy to pour small samples of the microbrews that the pub brewed on site. He told a few tall tales about life in Florida, exaggerating for dramatic effect. She knew he didn't really have to fend off wild alligator attacks on his way to work, of course, and she gave him a little coquettish smirk when he admitted: "…and besides, I'm too fat to outrun an alligator anyway."

It was all he could have asked for on a first date.

Still, it was hard to keep his mind from wandering to more primal urges, especially when she shrugged off the cardigan and he got a glimpse of her pillowy upper arms, as wide around as some people's waists, spilling like rolls of dough over her elbows, swaying irresistably every time she raised a fork or a glass to her mouth. Cool it, he told himself, biting his lower lip. This is a date, not a hookup. We're here to get to know each other, not just fuck. But the more he watched her stuff herself with gusto, polishing off a steak followed by a lobster roll and a series of appetizers that just seemed to keep coming, the more he found himself imagining what the mountainous rolls of her naked belly might look like beneath that red dress, how wide and soft her naked hips and ass would be when he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her fat body against his.

"Distracted? They asked what you wanted for dessert." He blushed, suddenly realizing how far he had lost himself in the reverie. She gave him a wry smirk. "The bread pudding's good here. Get it with caramel."

The waitress looked at her, then at him, and didn't bother to ask him for confirmation. Soon he was tucking into the bread pudding. But by now, he thought to himself, the bill couldn't come soon enough.

--

He felt suddenly protective of her as she stood up from the table, reaching to steady herself on a stainless steel bariatric cane, face slightly flushed and breath slightly ragged from the effort of lifting her enormous body. He helped her slip the cardigan back on, and as he helped her navigate around the tables to the entrance of the brewpub, he found himself putting a hand on the small of her back to guide her, feeling her back rolls ripple with each step. She's really big, he thought to himself. But it wasn't his first time with an SSBBW, and he knew how to pace himself and help her feel comfortable, glancing and gesturing to signal to the other diners that they should pull their chairs in for a moment to clear a path. He caught one or two hostile stares from skinny couples eating salads, but when he glared back -- it helped that he was tall and stocky, muscular underneath his fat -- they looked away in embarrassment.

She smiled up at him as they reached the rental car. She was a few inches shorter than him, and the difference in height put just how fat she was into even sharper relief. "Think you can make it up the mountain?"

He laughed. "As long as you don't ask me to hike. That's what the car is for." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close for a kiss, the fabric of his shirt whispering against the fabric of her dress as their bellies touched, a peck on the lips leading to a momentary touching of tongues before she withdrew.

"Good. Make sure you turn right at the covered bridge. Otherwise you'll end up in moose territory. They're even faster than alligators."

"Got it. I'll see you in a little bit." He smiled and lowered himself with a grunt into the rental car. Damn, he thought, exhaling suddenly as his belly hit the steering wheel and he reached down to scoot the seat back a little further. I'm really full.

Only the knowledge of how easy it would be to get lost in these woods on a wrong turn, and the thought that a tourist town like this would be full of speed traps, kept him from rushing even faster than he did up the road to her secluded cottage.

--

She had just gotten out of her own car when he pulled up, steadying herself on the cane as she reached into her purse for her keys. The cottage was picture-postcard cute, wood and stone, built (she had told him at dinner) by some now-forgotten artist who had moved up from Manhattan in the Fifties to get closer to nature. As the door swung open she saw that she'd had it fitted out with energy-efficient modern luxuries and rearranged to make space for her ample body, the open floor plan giving it a feeling that was simultaneously spacious and cozy. Through a wide picture window he could see the lights of the town and the college flickering down in the valley; he thought he could just barely make out the silhouette of the brewpub.

But what really enticed him was the smell of fresh cooking. She must have spent all day baking, he thought to himself. There were savory breads and sugary sweets, pies, cakes and turnovers, all mingling with the aroma of beef stew bubbling in a slow cooker and the scent of cinnamon from an enormous apple crumble.

He watched her enormous ass and thighs quiver as she slowly walked to the kitchen. All of a sudden all he could think about was sex.

She turned back to look at him, the folds of her chins quivering, her cheeks dimpling in that irresistable smile as she winked at him through her vintage glasses. "Hungry?"

He exhaled and patted his belly. It had been a lot of food at dinner.

He looked at her. She looked at him.

He smiled back.

"I could use a little something. That was a long trip up the mountain."

"Good boy." She ladled some beef stew into a dish, then reached to slip on an oven mitt and open the oven. He couldn't keep his eyes off of how her ass and back rolls jiggled as she bent slightly to reach past her belly, her breath quickening with the effort. She drew out a thick loaf of bread and cracked it open. Inside, it was still steaming.

Turning to face him, she locked eyes with him and smiled, setting half the loaf down and reaching for a knife and butter. Slowly, sensually, she buttered the bread. He watched the glistening fresh butter seep into the thick, soft dough. He watched her arms jiggle, her chins quiver, her belly ripple.

She dipped the bread in the beef stew and took a small nibble. "Try dipping it." She grinned and handed him the dish. "Go sit on the couch. I'll bring some desserts, too."

She rolled her own dish of beef stew in on a cart, accompanied by pumpkin pie, apple crumble, and a large tub of ice cream. She sat down next to him and began to eat. By the time they finished, he felt so full he could barely breathe.

Her belly seemed to engulf him as she rolled over to straddle him on the couch, slipping her arms around his shoulders and pinning him down with her bulk. He pulled her closer and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Soon she was unbuttoning his shirt.

--

They were naked by the time they headed to the bedroom. She had been teasing him underneath his belly, giving quick, eager strokes, first with the tips of her fat fingers and then with the tip of her tongue. But he gave as good as he got, his own fingers deftly exploring the sensitive undersides of her rolls, sinking in a fraction of an inch further every time he plunged them into the warmth where her thighs and belly met.

By now he was so motivated by desire that he barely bothered to glance around the living room as she led him to bed. If he noticed the shelves of books, the replica statues of paleolithic goddess figures acquired during her anthropology research, it was only as background decoration.

His eyes passed over it, but he didn't really see the altar. A circle of red candles, designs painted in luminous white on dark black velvet, a small stone figurine, this one not a replica. Fresh fruit and grain placed as an offering. Slices of each of the baked desserts she had made, another offering.

And by now he was so full of dessert that he really couldn't take any more. If his eyes glanced briefly over the plate of cookies at the center of the circle of candles, he would have registered them only as one more item in the blur of sweet tastes and textures, of a piece with the pies and the brownies and the turnover soaked in ice cream. He was so full.

He certainly wouldn't have thought to ask her why the cookies were still steaming as if freshly baked, even though they had been making out for over an hour and he hadn't seen her take them from the oven.

She guided him to her bedroom tenderly, but when she shoved him the last step into bed she was almost rough, her own lust evident now, her face flushed as she took off her glasses and unpinned her hair, long locks falling down past her breasts and the enormous rolls of her belly, moving slowly but deliberately, fat flesh pressing against fat flesh as she curled up next to him in bed and pulled him in for another kiss.

The sex was even better than he had fantasized. Both of them were crackling with lust, burning with desire, as if lightning was passing back forth through their skin everywhere their bodies touched.

There's nothing like the sensation of fat on fat.

--

He was dozing off to sleep, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, when he felt her stand up from the bed. He heard the clunk of her bariatric cane as she left the bedroom. After all the excitement, he was too sleepy to do much more than grunt.

"Still hungry, babe?"

He groaned. At any other time, those words from her lips would have been the most enticing come-on he had ever heard. But the plane flight and the drive had taken a lot out of him, the sex had drained the last of his energy, and he was still full.

"C'mon. Just a few bites." She was back at the bedside, lifting a cookie to his lips.

"Mmmph." The warm, fresh dough. The gooey chocolate. He let her feed him the entire cookie, then another, then another. Barely awake, his eyes closed, his inner eye was already seeing half-formed dream shapes.

"Good boy." She traced her hand across his belly. So full, so achingly full. This was the best night of his life.

"Just one more bite. You have to eat the whole plate." She watched him swallow the last of the cookie, reached across his chest to pinch a few stray crumbs between her fat fingers, stuck her fingers between his lips so he could lick them off.

He leaned his head back onto the pillow and was immediately asleep.

--

His dreams were as much sensations as visions. Sensations of warmth, softness. Heaviness. Candles and torchlight illuminating his body. Eating, eating, always eating. Heavy, so heavy. His belly swelling.

She was there, or was it one of the goddess figurines? Looming over him, lustful and loving. Hungry for him, hungry to feed him. The goddess was vastly bigger than him, impossibly bigger, filling the bedroom, filling a torchlit cave, filling the night sky until her rolls of fat obscured the stars.

But he was big too, so big. And getting bigger.

Gradually the sensations ended. The visions ended. He sunk into a deep, deep sleep with no more dreams.

--

It was a bright New England autumn morning. He could see clear blue sky and a riot of fall colors, the town in the valley below framed perfectly in the picture window of the bedroom.

He was hungry. He didn't want to get up. Surely she had left some food in the bedroom.

Yes. A blueberry pie. Fresh. He was suddenly aware that he was alone in bed. From the kitchen, he could hear the clatter of dishes and the thud of her cane.

He was suddenly seized by the urge to devour the pie with his bare hands. He was hungrier than he ever thought possible. He reached for it, and --

His arm was heavy. So heavy. Just lifting it was an effort. Rolls of fat cascading, heavy as gym weights, his arms never reaching quite so far that the spilling softness of his upper arms didn't still touch the equally soft and heavy rolls of his naked chest and belly.

My belly. He looked down. He could barely see past his moobs, and he couldn't see past his belly at all. He felt it against his --

Against his calves. His belly had become enormous.

He looked down. He reached, or tried to. He was as wide as the bed, his fat arms splayed wide against side rolls that were just an inch or two short of spilling over the sides.

He wriggled his hips, or tried to. He felt hundreds of pounds of fat -- how many pounds? -- quiver in soft ripples.

He didn't even bother trying to stand up.

He felt the rolls of his chins against his chest, the rolls of his chest against his belly, the rolls of his belly against his thighs. He felt his thighs meet to well past his knees.

He even felt his overstuffed fat toes.

And suddenly there was a hardness under all that softness. He gasped sharply, drawing in a deep breath, feeling himself quake with excitement. Feebly, he tried to buck his hips against his belly, full of desire now.

She was standing in the bedroom door, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a plate of pastries in the other.

"Hungry?"

She grinned at him.

He could barely speak. "W-what happ…"

She wore nothing but a silk robe, open at the waist. Slowly, sashaying her enormous hips to make her massive belly sway from side to side, she waddled towards him and seated herself as best she could at the edge of the bed. She traced her fingertips down his belly.

"Magic. Don't ask too many questions. Do you want the croissants first, or the pie?"

"The pie." At least he had a ready answer to that one.

"Good boy." She began lifting forkfuls of the warm, fresh blueberry pie to his greedy lips. She stroked his hair and gave a mock pout. "I'm not sure you're going to fit on the plane back to Florida."

"Not unless it's a cargo plane." He smiled. "You didn't have to do this, you know. I would have stayed anyway."

Her mock pout deepened. "But it's so fun this way! You should have seen the look on your face when you woke up." She gave his belly a playful shove. "And I had to know you weren't one of those feedee fuckboys. Lots of guys online talk a big game but won't commit."

He lifted an arm as best he could to squeeze her thigh. "Come on. You knew I was serious."

"Mmmhmm." She leaned across him, her belly spreading over his. She was the skinny one now. "But I'm even more serious."

"Is that so?" He polished off the last bite of the pie, then let his voice get a little fierce. "More food. Now."

She blushed and giggled. "Okay, you're serious. That's what I like to see."

"I know it is." He sighed with contentment, wriggled his hips to get a little bit more comfortable, and let her lift the first of many chocolate-stuffed croissants to his lips. "Am I going to stay like this?"

She smiled. "Only if you want to. The spell is reversible." She paused, a smirk on her face. "But I think you want to."

"You're right. How do you know me so well?"

He smiled. Then he pulled her in for a kiss, grunting with the effort, the softness of his upper arm sliding against her naked back rolls.

--

An afternoon of eating. An evening of sex. A day passed. Maybe two or three.

He heard his phone vibrate, somewhere in the pile of clothes that were now much, much too small for him. "Could you pass me that?"

She stood up off the bed and reached down to pick up the phone, moving slowly. Slowly due to her bulk, slowly because she knew his mouth was watering at the sight of her enormous body in motion. She placed the vibrating phone on his belly, then left for the kitchen.

It was a text from his friend in Miami Beach. "You doing okay up there? Should I call the cops?"

He smiled. His fingers were so fat that it took him a minute to correct all the typos, but he texted back. "Even better than I hoped."

A moment later, the reply arrived. "That's great. Anything you need?"

He glanced over his gigantic belly at the stupendously fat woman who stood in the bedroom door, carrying a tray of fresh blueberry pancakes glistening with maple syrup. Through the door he could see into the living room, where an empty plate sat on an altar surrounded by the stubs of red candles. "Yeah. If I Venmo you the money, could you hire some movers to box my stuff up and send it here? I'm planning on staying in New England for a while."

He put the phone down and opened his mouth to take his first bite of the pancakes.

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Dungeon Meshi Miscellaneous Monster Tales 4

This volume's MMTs is catching up on what happened last volume.

Giant Frogs

I'm so glad this one exists because it proves I was right about the frog skins. It's not the skin that's immune to tentacle stings, it's the mucous layer over the skin.

There could be a potential market for Chilchuck if he wants to go from toad oil salesman to frog slime salesman though. He'd need to harvest some of that slime to have it studied. Then he could sell a mass-produced oil similar to sunscreen. Maybe he could try selling full-body suits that adventurers can wear and coat the slime onto so they don't ruin their clothes and Chilchuck could offer a service where he coats the suits themselves.

Those frog gloves are probably unconfortable since they only have four digits while every human has five.

That 1,000 gold price Chilchuck was considering is actually really cheap based on the exchange rate I suggested in MMT1. It would end up being roughly $50 USD. It's less than the walking mushroom guidebook.

Tentacles

Additional information in this segment reinforces that these are meant to be monstrous anemones. They're filter feeders that eat airborne spirits. So then why did that one tentacle grab Kiki and Laios? Maybe they're opportunistic generalists.

It's not the tentacle's fault that architecture designed to be easily gripped by human fingers is also ideal for tentacles to grip.

I love when the joke is that no one finds the dirty joke funny.

Mermaids

Most of the comments I want to make about mermaids is tied to the fishmen section so I'll save that there.

The entire joke is a callback to the mandrake harvesting method back in chapter 4, including replacing the dog ghost with a Chilchuck ghost.

I don't imagine most dwarfs would be likely to encounter mermaids. Senshi's probably talking about the whole "Canary in a cola mine" thing.

Fishmen

Love how the fishman introduction is a parody of the mermaid introduction all the way to how the last line is "drag them into the ocean".

It feels like the author wants to make it clear that Laios was right and there's no moral dilemma with eating fishmen (aside from personal beliefs and feelings). It does point out fishmen and mermaids have some physical similarities, but they're entirely coincidental. Fishmen develop and mature the same way most fish would.

Mermaids and other demihumans probably share a mammalian ancestor with humans and they all coincidentally developed common body frames, but the biological relation would probably be roughly on the same level as a human compared to a kangaroo.

Mermaids would probably feel insulted if you told them they and fishmen are the same taxonomic species.

Also, hard confirm: Mermaids have fingernails.

Undines

Mostly just talk about mana and spirits. Chapter 20 already mentioned that Undines are water spirits. I'm curious what other elemental spirits look like.

Is this panel saying there is mana in the panel and word bubble borders?

More confusion about the "human" definition. So is human a catch-all term for all the standard D&D races? And did the orc chieftain say "elves and humans" because he wanted to single out elves especially?

And it turns out Namari was suffering the equivalent of water intoxication after going through that teleporter.

Wargs

We've never interacted with a warg. This is the first time we've actually been shown a proper warg. The burned corpses from chapter 23 had all their fur burned off.

There were three corpses in chapter 23 and two skeletons in the dragon's fuel sac, so there were at least five wargs in the pack in the orc village.

Laios said one of the only differences between him and orcs is the number of fingers and toes.

I had to look through so many panels to confirm this statement. Orcs and humans have the same number of fingers per hand, but orcs have four toes per foot.

It really shows what Laios pays attention to if he doesn't notice all the obvious differences between himself and an orc like body hair, teeth, jawline, etc. but he is aware that orcs have fewer toes.

Red Dragons

Have I mentioned that I like how the story will delve into the real-world logistics that would have to go into being an adventurer? This story isn't using video game logic. You don't kill a monster and then have dragon fangs and dragon claws in your infinite inventory.

Since dragons are so large, it would actually take a large team to transport the body after slaying it. So the gross profit of dragon slaying is high, but the net gain is actually not much compared to the overall work needed.

Maybe that skin Senshi was using as a cooking sheet might net the party a nice profit... if Senshi lets them have it.

When Laios compared the amount of information on dragons to the amount on walking mushrooms, I think he was implying that studying walking mushrooms is the actual pinnacle of monster research. Recall that Laios owns a book dedicated specifically to walking mushrooms.

Marcille and Chilchuck are always shocked at Laios's obsession with monsters, but Laios implies his antics are nothing compared to what dragon fans are like.

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Drifloon & Drifblim

  Drifloon (#425)

Phasmanatansia infansuffuror

General Information: Drifloon the Balloon Pokémon, and a Pokémon surrounded in legends. They are known by many names, including the Signpost for Wandering Spirits. Many believe Drifloons to be Pokémon who spirit away children, but the truth is more complicated than that and leads to many conflicting accounts of them. The reality, is that Drifloons are not kidnappers, but psychopomps. Drifloon quite love children, though they don’t like being tugged around helplessly. They will play with children either willingly or forcefully (as in, the child grabs them and pulls them around like a balloon), but when they can sense that a child is going to die “soon” (whatever that may mean) they may give that child extra attention, a friend. When it’s time for a child to pass on, the Drifloon is there to guide their spirit to the afterlife. But this act is often misinterpreted as the Drifloon being the cause of the death, causing the spread of horrible tales over the ages.

Should someone burst a Drifloon, its life force will come screaming out.

Drifloons are about 1’4 feet tall (1.1 M) and weigh very little at 2.6 pounds (1.2 kg).

Habitat: Drifloons can be found all over the world, wherever the winds may take them.

Life Cycles: Drifloons are born sporadically from mating events that occur year-round, usually as singlets to their parents. They will stick with their parents and home flock until they feel ready to move on to a new flock, which could be whenever. There is little parental care beyond group socializing, protection, and guidance.

Drifloons are born to reproductively viable pairs about once every 3 or 4 months. They are eaten by other ghost types, such as Dusclops and Dusknoirs with regularity and don’t put up much of a fight against ghost-type specialists.

Mates are chosen by vibes.

Behavior: Drifloons are amicable sorts who enjoy social gatherings and traveling on the shifting winds. They enjoy children to a point—they really do not appreciate being dragged along like a balloon, and some individuals have an aversion to children because of this.

Diet: Drifloon feed on the lingering spirit energy that drifts on the wind. One could think of them as “filter feeders” of spirit energy.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Because of the grave misunderstanding of what Drifloons do, there is a widespread ban on Drifloons as starter Pokémon at the institutional level. A sad reality, because Drifloons are actually kind and helpful Pokémon who enjoy children. Most people will freak at the presence of a Drifloon, for they are, unfortunately, one of many Pokémon who have received a bad rep through no fault of their own.

Drifloons are often the subject of horror movies and supernatural media.  

Classification:  Phasmanatansia infansuffuror is the scientific name of Drifloon, which broken down roughly translates to “floating phantom that steals children.” Carl Linnaeus himself named this Pokémon.

Drifblim (#426)

Phasmanatansia ventusmortem

General Information: Drifblim the Blimp Pokémon, and the evolved form of Drifblim. This Pokémon is known to be helpless against strong winds, mostly only in control of its ascension and descension except under light winds. They enjoy taking other Pokémon (and people) for rides, these joyrides can become dangerous for the Drifblim has little control of its direction of travel and both rider and Drifblim can get lost together with a strong breeze.

Drifblim are about 3’11 feet (1.2 M) tall and weigh about 33.1 pounds (15 kg)

Habitat: Drifblims travel the world wherever the winds may take them.

Life Cycles: Drifblims have the same life cycle as Driflooms, except that they have a lower rate of predation.

Behavior: Drifblims are amicable Pokémon who enjoy playing by giving others rides—but beware, a strong breeze and you’ll both be swept away!

Diet: Drifblims will put more effort into acquiring spirit energy than Drifloons. During the night Drifblims will float down to the surface and grab departed souls that they can catch, which in truth are usually the souls of recently feasted upon Clamperls or something.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Drifblims don’t have quite the same horrors attached to its name in human folklore as its unevolved counterpart does, and they are no longer psychopomps, instead have themselves become direct consumers of freshly departed souls and spirit energy. By and large, Drifblims are harmless wayfarers to people, but concerns do arise when someone goes missing because they took a joyride with one. This inevitably leads to suspicions that Drifblims will steal you away too and eat your soul, and so forth. It’s rough being a misunderstood ghost-type.

Classification: The species epithet for Drifblim is “ventusmortem” which means “death wind.”

Evolution: Drifblim evolves from Drifloon at level 28.

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Spectember D13: Xenobiology

In a temperate gaseous planet around a star system far away from earth, almost 55 light years away, humanity found out a very complex biosphere with diverse multicellular life, is one of almost a dozen of unique habitable gaseous planets found so far which collected the ideal conditions to have developed life. Although the shape and diversity of these beings vary depending of the area of the atmosphere and latitude of the planet they inhabit, the majority seems to fit the basic order of dominance, agile predatory forms, long filter feeders floaters that wanders across the densest aero plankton swarms that feast of the nutritious currents, small “pelagic” beings and sort of parasitic and symbiotic critters living in the mega floaters and so on… but the reason why it got a highlight compared to other world it was a unique resident there, as from from all the jellyfish like or annelid like creatures with very strange body forms and features, there was a species of about a meter in length, which resemble a humanoid being.

They were called the silver goblin which for matters of coincidence have some reminiscence of a supposed creature that came from a very old legend of earth, specifically from the times of 20th century American culture alien sightings, this creature was reported to have been small and agile, invulnerable to bullets and able to fly, which incredible similar these do that as well, though their flight ability is limited to moving across the large floating critters they need to live on.

From a distance they sort of look like the basic form of a fairy tale being, but this look is only superficial as a close check reveals their peculiar anatomy, Their heads are large mostly because these host half of the body organs like the stomach and heart, though what seems to be ears are actually just frontal fins, long eyes protrude with eyestalks in each side, what looked like a large smile with needle like teeth were actually a gill ranks, and the humanoid body was only in appearance, as the supposed forelimbs were actually a pair of oral proboscis that help it to caught their prey, a short chest like cavity that extend in a tubular end and divert with two tails that helps these to control the direction of flight while they glide through their mega organisms habitats.

[gyuluttony]

would love something mingi x yunho 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 maybe something christmas coded like the two of them having matching sweaters every year, but mingi realizes he can’t fit into his by the time christmas comes around because yunho has been spoiling him so well 🤭🤭🤭

oooh i've been waiting for ateez reqs highkey... i love most pairings in this group soooo bad. these two tall boys are like the cutest people ever so i'm always ready to give stuff for them. gave my bias a cameo because he's an ult (i'm so insane for him) i'm also speedrunning this story because it's christmas eve and i desire to be timely.

What Love Does

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, breaking of clothes and stuffing. Don't like, don't read.

This year, the holidays crept up on Mingi. He was always usually ready to celebrate, but this time, it came as something a little more out of left field. It might have had something to do with the fact that the holiday season was going to be the first time he spent it with Yunho as his lover and not his best friend.

The pair had spent over half a decade of harbouring innocent feelings for the other before Mingi had confessed his feelings earlier this year. Pretty much all their friends were celebrating the fact that they managed to get this far after witnessing their pining for as long as they did so the transition to couple went pretty smoothly in that department as well.

He knew that Yunho was perfect considering the reason why he harboured these feelings for as long as he did but it was another thing to experience them firsthand. Romantic picnics on the weekends, candlelit dinners when he had a long day at work - there was no area that his boyfriend lacked for romanticism, leaving Mingi a flustered mess whenever he would be subject to it.

Returning these grand gestures back for him was always something that he did. Making songs for Yunho, massaging him when he was tense or just feeling sore from working out or dancing, notes for everyday. They were just the picture perfect fairy tale couple that people were always rooting for.

That brought them to Christmas season. Usually, the two were known as the pair who were not pushovers when it came to the season. Even before they got together, it was a no-brainer that Christmas celebrations would be done at their apartment since they always decorated it festively and were trying new recipes constantly. The amount of practice baking that Yunho did during November astounded Mingi, their place becoming a shared housing for just about thousands of gingerbread families that Mingi would happily munch on in between actual meals. The light displays that they had were always state of the art thanks to Mingi's ability to find the best deals possible to make sure the celebrations were as cool as he wanted them to be in his head.

Everyone was surprised it wasn't Christmas season when they got together but love has people work in mysterious ways. They even had a tradition of wearing matching Christmas sweaters and they had giggled about being able to wear the couple ones openly this year. Mingi had placed the order and on the first day of December, they had arrived and the pair was ready to wear them.

Yunho had exited the room with his 'Christmas Cookie baker' sweater as Mingi looked at the 'Christmas Cookie tester' one with a smile on his face. They always had fun looking for the corniest ones and he had placed this one after a long night of clearing the kitchen of any remnants of Yunho's baking extravaganza one day.

Slipping on the sweater, he looks a little puzzled as it bunches up near his chest, which... now that he's looking at it, is a lot rounder than it used to be. He was used to having pecs but with how much they were protruding and how soft they were, it was a lot more similar to moobs. It was probably just a little bit of relationship weight... he couldn't have put on that much.

The thought came in went as he tried to get the sweater to cover his massive belly that he hadn't even noticed most of the time, which said a lot considering as his hand brushed over it, it felt soft and jiggly, meaning that Santa probably had a lot of competition if they were ever in the same room. As he walked over to a mirror, he felt himself jiggling as he blushed. Where had all this weight come from?

It's not like he stopped going to the gym. Granted, his cardio time got cut in half and he wasn't exactly sure as to what caused it. In the washroom, he lifted his gut up before letting it down, a shiver running down his spine as he felt it rest against the cool bathroom counter and watched as it started to threaten to spill into the sink. What on earth made him think that he could wear the same size as last year... and how did he not notice this sooner?

Grabbing his phone from the bed, he grunts as he bends a little to grab it, feeling his gut hang while he does it before he shoots a message to his friend.

"yo, you and woo wore matching sweaters last year for christmas right? can we borrow them lol"

He wasn't really expecting a response right away considering it was the middle of the day during the week but San got back rather quickly.

"😏 did someone realize how much relationship weight he put on?"

Mingi felt his face flush. Had other people noticed it too? That probably meant Yunho noticed it but why wouldn't he? As he gave it some more thought, times where Yunho was rubbing his enlarged thighs and playing with his belly came to memory. Oh wow, he really hadn't noticed anything because whenever he felt too full and complained like he usually did, Yunho always told him to come over and rest against him while he rubbed his tummy. The way his hands moved on Mingi's fattened body were always enough to lull him to sleep, which likely added to how he managed to get this fat so quickly.

San's next message snaps him out of his stupor.

"fs bro. i don't think i even fit in mine this year lolol woo's might be a little tight on yunho but it should work out regardless."

San had steadily gotten larger during his relationship with Wooyoung but to think that he had put on enough weight to need hand-me-downs from him was making him feel hot in his stomach that was still hanging out of the sweater that he had bought.

Yunho had reentered the room and Mingi turned to look at him. He was biting his lip and making no effort to hide how he was ogling his boyfriend's widened form in the tight clothes as he looked at him. It's not like Yunho had completely escaped the relationship weight, the sweater that same size that he had gotten the year prior was rather tight on his frame and he couldn't help but wonder if that's what San was alluding to as well.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Yunho looked hesitant, not sure as to what his boyfriend was thinking.

"We can..." Mingi began and he watched Yunho tense up before he smiled, "...over the batch of cookies you made. This doesn't fit anyways so maybe I can be the Santa for the party this year instead of San." Before, he would have never thought of fat on his body. Not that he didn't like it but he wasn't ever going to think about it.

Now that he sees his boyfriend scurrying off to get some more cookies to fill him up and just fatten him more, the fat is less about his body and just showing evidence of how much Yunho loved to spoil him... and he loved to be spoiled so he wanted to see how many more pant sizes it would get him to size up.

[sinningtamer]

can i pitch the idea,,, of feeder!scarlet p---l. you can't be alone if your friends in your tower are too fat to leave >:3

ooohhh. ooooohhhhoooooooohhookay anon i think this might've. awakened something in me. hoooookay.

further reply under the cut (content warnings for force feeding & unwilling weight gain, dub/noncon kink participation, VERY questionable morality, also just a general hand-waved view of the timeline and canon. this kinda got out of my hands HAHA)

FUCK this is really good. listen i dislike when DL Pᴇarl is mischaracterized into stalker ex-girlfriend yandere in a serious sense, but if it's for horny reasons... you have my attention.

she definitely would figure out "the way to a [man's] heart is through his stomach." is very true on a server with limited space and resources. starts trying to monopolize on certain ingredients and vandalizing the other couple's crops and farms. catches server members out late at night when they're low on saturation. sure, she might be a creepy (not) red name, but whatever is on the stove up in that tower smells delirious. maybe they're separated from their soulmate, and it'll be a nice surprise to fill them up with a nice meal.

you've got players like ɪmpulse, jɪmmy, bɪgb, maybe ᴇtho and scᴀr, who accidentally get caught up in the social standards of it all when they're invited in. sure, pᴇarl seems scary, but she's being so polite, if not a bit enthusiastic. it's a lot more food than they could ever need (how long has she been stockpiling??) but they can't bring themselves to say no. even if they try, she's just a bit too disappointed for them to actually leave, and before they know it another plate is being loaded up. by the time pᴇarl has exhausted what she's made, they're too full to make it down the tower ladder and it's too late to stay out or get picked up by their soulmate. they end up falling asleep there, and wake up to an even bigger breakfast. it gets harder and harder to think about leaving when they're constantly in and out of a food coma...

and then you have the rest of the cast, who immediately catch on to what she's doing, but she's one step ahead of them, tɪlly's guarding the ladder and she brought plenty of rope, next thing they know they're tied down with an apple stuffed in their mouth, so they can't call for help while she serves a plate. and it's not like their soulmate knows any better! pᴇarl isn't hurting them; all they know is their partner got a little carried away with a meal they found. by the time they realize something weird is up, their kidnapped soulmate can't exactly fit through the way out anyway...and pᴇarl is ready with more rope when their other half shows up.

eventually she'd make it her goal to keep everyone on the server constantly plump and relying on her for all their new gluttonous needs. no one's ever gonna kill each other or try anything dangerous, they can all be best friends happily feasting!! maybe scᴏtt's the last one she finally manages to catch... and she only allows herself to truly enjoy her own meals when he's joined them...

also pᴇarl's whole fairy tale motif goes really well with this. she's giving the witch from hansel and gretel tbh. thanks for the brainrot anon you've done something to me and i def will be drawing something for this.

[futurebird]

The tale of the sugar feeder

One of the majors in my Camponotus discolor colony appointed herself "Sugar Defender" and spent several days guarding the feeder from "intruders"

Which isn't really needed since they live in a closed outworld and there are no other ant colonies or nosey beetles or bees who might steal... mostly she just puts her little sisters on edge... but please don't ruin it for her. She is proud of her job.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Jobson's new book on Catherine appears to be lifted entirely from Spare the NF Reality Series and every Waaugh interview given by the two losers. by u/Von_und_zu_

Jobson's new book on Catherine appears to be lifted entirely from Spare, the NF Reality Series, and every Waaugh interview given by the two losers. DM EXCLUSIVEHow Kate, not the Queen, coined the ultimate royal slapdown after Meghan's racism claims, reveals ROBERT JOBSON in his definitive new biography of the Princess of WalesJobson sinks even lower in my estimation - and I already consider him a bottom feeder. Skimming this "adaptation" of Jobson's new book, I thought I was reading summaries of the losers's various whinging tales of Waaugh. What a waste of time and brain cells. I could not bring myself to read the entire thing - I nearly injured myself rolling my eyes so hard.Adapted from Catherine, The Princess Of Wales: The Biography by Robert Jobson, to be published by John Blake on 1 August at £22. © Robert Jobson 2024. To order a copy for £19.80 (offer valid to 10/08/24; UK P&P free on orders over £25) go to https://ift.tt/Ij1SpLs or call 020 3176 2937. https://ift.tt/ZnaOC5B post link: https://ift.tt/yeNpHGW author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: July 28, 2024 at 04:38AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[nikethestatue]

Gwynriels needs to go read again cause Gwyn’s SA should not be romanticize as an argument for their ship.

Second, Azriel never held her at that moment. Mor carried her not Azriel. Stop changing canon scenes to match your view and your ship (even more in that disgusting way). Saying it created an « emotional and passionate connexion » 🤢

Then in the comments again we’re the bad guys since our reading comprehension is too literal we clearly didn’t understand what the artist meant with this art either.

Like do they forget that Azriel was not with her in that moment ? He saved her, covered her and left her with Mor. He didn’t try to comfort her or hug her or some shit.

Also SJM team liscencing the art is really disgusting. They are really comforting Gwynriels in their fake canon scene and how this scene is romantic and holds connexion for Gwynriel future bond 🤮

So I didnt know what the heck was going on with this art and I finally saw it today in the morning.

I think all of this stems from the fact that Gwyn and Azriel have virtually no scenes together. They have no meaningful scenes. They have non-meaningful scenes. They are not a couple and it makes sense that they wouldn't.

Therefore, this whole post-rape rescue thing is just an imagination feeder because it's easy to make it important. It isn't. THE important rescue scene of the books is of course Azriel saving Elain. It was like a 16 page (somewhat unnecessary) chapter, which is literally devoted exclusively to Azriel freaking out about Elain and risking everything to go after her. Sure, we get some insights into Tamlin and Jurian as well, and Feyre is willing to do anything to save her sister. But the rescue is of course about Elain and Azriel. "You came for me"--obvious sexual connotations. His clutching her and unwilling to release her. Him worrying about her and the chains, while his wings are bleeding and 'his strength gave out' yet Elain is still his primary concern--all of that is on page AND a lot of time is devoted to the whole episode.

Similar on-page rescues are of course Rowan and Aelin and Lorcan and Elide. Whether it's Rowan journeying across the lands looking for Aelin who is imprisoned by Maeve, or Elide riding a horse across the battlefield to find Lorcan--these are massive scenes, sometimes whole chapters, which show the couple's devotion to each other. In some ways, Nesta saving Cassian with her scream during the battle is kind of the same thing.

Gwyn's rescue is (a retocon) AND is off page. We only HEAR about it through her. We don't see it, and we don't see any of his reactions or actions. It's there to lay a foundation to her trauma, why she is in the Library and her overcoming the trauma.

It has nothing to do with a sexy set up for a ship.

Sure, a young maiden being ravished and then being saved by a gallant knight is a tale as old as time, but it's not a set up for a modern romance. Sorry, but it just isn't. Even back 2.5 thousand years ago, was Zeus was flying around raping everyone he liked, those stories never resulted in some romantic set ups. Maybe ultra-powerful babies, but rape is never a set up for romance. I just don't see SJM ever going there.

The empowering moment in that story was for Gwyn to find her voice, her strength and her friends. It was to show that she could overcome the most terrible of events and persevere. It's not about her finding a boyfriend in Azriel.

[the-fatty-frontier]

Welcome to the Frontier, where all kinds of fascinating and expanding events can happen! Below are a list of characters, that is sure to have more members added to over time. Enjoy your stay!~

Kinks:

Yes: weight gain, inflation (water, air, blueberry, soda), area specific weight gain or inflation (belly, rear, lower half, chest), massive expansion (to an extent), tightness, strained clothes

No: slob, health problems, gas, lethal bursting, muscle expansion

Characters:

Natalia: also known as Gorgon, Natalia is a spy and agent for the Persean Consortium, the largest criminal organization in the Frontier. Weight: 150

Nadia: Corporate security officer from Valcourt Security, and Natalia’s rival. Though when not trying to catch the spy, Nadia tends to indulge a bit on the corporate worlds where she works.~ Weight: 9,000. VERY belly and bottom heavy figure

Nadia “#15”: massive ‘volunteer’ for Carmine’s Confectionaries, being used to clear up entire warehouses of excess product~. Weight: 2,737,350,000

Marza: Guartoksian and Scarlet Brigade member. Known for raising corporate warehouses and slipping away with plenty of luxury goods. Tends to have a bit of an effect on her figure. Weight: 8,400

Alexandria: regional director of Celestial Incorporated, in charge of their operations in a section of the Frontier. Certainly tends to indulge, for better or worse. Weight: 215

Commissar Anastasia Steele: IGSR commander and thorn in Alexandria’s side. Carries out “confiscation” duties in the Frontier, collecting supplies from Celestial Incorporated and indulging in the more luxurious goods. Weight: 560

Katarina Carmine: businesswoman and heiress to the Carmine Confectionaries company. In the outside she comes off as a kind and jolly, behind closed doors she is known for her mischievous antics and for “testing” products. Weight: 125

Stella Belmont: merchant noble and representative of the Most Serene and Wonderful Republic of Arcadia (yes that is what they actually call it). Growing up in one the more powerful families on Arcadia, Stella enjoys quite the relaxed and pampered life. It’s not wonder she’s gotten quite the chubby figure. Weight: 450, belly and chest heavy

Ivy Blackburn: pirate captain and leader of the Caustic Claymores, a small but troublesome group of tech pirates. Being the leader of this small group has its perks, such as first picks on any of the more valuable loot. Weight: 300, all around fat

Ignatius Darkwood: a kind and optimistic explorer from Terra, but is also known for being quite gullible to certain tales of the Frontier. Leads to him getting into quite a bit of trouble. Weight: 1100

Atlas: ancient automaton overseer from an unknown civilization. Once built for the purpose of maintaining entire cities, Atlas now uses his technology to teach a lesson to those who mess with him or the ruins he protects. Inflator and feeder.

Lustro: otherworldly figure always seen in a cloak of gold and wearing a similarly colored mask. Seems friendly enough, though initial appearances are always deceiving~. Feeder/Feedee

Umbrial: similar to Lustro, another otherworldly individual in human form. Is always seen either in a suit of armor that shines like obsidian, or wearing a dress of a similar design. More hardheaded than Lustro, Umbrial usually expects her to be the leader of whatever situation she’s in. Feeder/Reluctant Feedee

Lucia: rogue countess from Arcadia, now working to start her own royal house. Very overconfident and easy to mess with. Definitely a feedee~

Alexandros: Janissary, bodyguard and friend of Lucia, he’s followed her into the Frontier. Pretty relaxed for a bodyguard, and someone to easily feed~

Younger Nadia: Nadia back when she was a mercenary, spending her time fighting different battles across the Frontier. Far more prone to be inflated than fattened up at this moment, but not an impossibility

Elina Radler: CEO and overseer of Frostgrove Manufacturing and its colony. Rules it like it’s her personally kingdom, and enjoys indulging and helping her guests “indulge” as well, usually leaving them fattened up or expanded in some form.