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bihboy123 · 9 months

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The realities of Immobility

The Realities Of Immobility Getting so fat you are physically incapable of standing is of course possible but very few have achieved true immobility as in being truly stuck to the bed, their are several reasons why the gap between partial immobility and real immobility is so large. The main one is once you become actually immobile there is very little chance you're ever getting up that's why hospitals keep the massively obese under 1000 pounds below that size you are still movable in a way that doesn't require a forklift and wall being torn down.

If you're choosing to be immobile and have a feeder who looks after you're health care needs the next difficult step is the sheer amount of food that has to be consumed for you to matain an immobile body and then grow it even larger. Finically this becomes an issue you're talking 20000-30000 calories a day that's not easy to budget. As well as this eating will have to be done literally every waking moment, and you'll have to rely on the easiest food high calorie food to keep getting bigger, pizza, burgers, ice creams, general sugary goodies weight gain shakes will fill you up too much unfortunately. Manuel uribe the 2nd heaviest man who ever lived reportedly eat 30 burgers a day and around 20 large pizzas, that is hours upon hours of eating the same food. Any sense of meals or snacks is gone, you will have to constantly eat full size meals and snacks at the same time 8+ hours. At that size staying awake for over a few hours without dozing off also becomes a challenge.A true glutton will always be able to push themselves to eat more the next issue bathing, your enormous fat rolls will get infected if there not washed vigorously at least twice a day, an infection that goes bad could easily kill you at that size or force you to be hospitalised at the very least.

Toilet stuff is where things get hard-core, you will constantly smell of rancid piss and shit, getting under to clean is going to be extremely hard task, at a certain size you won't be able to roll over enough for pads. The toilet issue at a certain size will have to involve some type of pully system to get your leg up to wipe you, this solves a lot of issues but getting something like that made for 200+ pound leg will be tricky.The final issue is one no ones faced yet really but at a certain size your weight will make it extremely difficult to breathe even with an oxygen mask. If a person who weighed a metric ton existed its very possible there airway would be entirely crushed by fat in any position, there may be some solution, an air through the neck, maybe there is a position where you could still breathe. At a certain size your neck would probably snap but were probably talking a weight beyond anything possible

#death feederism #fat slob #gaining weight #gaining kink #gaining weight on purpose #immobile

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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Good Girl

Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: Drew’s girlfriend is adventurous as him in the bedroom, and she wants to try a few new kinks she’s been thinking about 👀

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been awol and it’s taken me about 20000 years to post a new fic, but I’m back with some (more) smut. This is the final part of my kink blurb series that I started about 20 years ago.

Warnings: Smut smut smut (haven’t wrote that word in ages LOL), a spit kink and a good girl kink to match... Drew’s a little dom in this too...

Your heart fluttered as you felt Drew kiss down your body. You hadn’t seen him in a month and it was so good to be back with him. You missed him, everything about him - the way he laughed when he said something funny (even if it wasn't funny) or the way he'd go for his morning cigarette, so careful not to wake you when you were sleeping. You had missed all those things, but you had really missed this. How he made you feel.

You moaned, your breath catching in your throat as you felt his hands move across your body. His fingers marked their way across your skin, him making sure he felt you all over completely, made you feel good. Your heart was racing, completely in awe of how good he could make you feel. It just wasn’t the same when you did it to yourself, you thought, as you felt his finger slide down your aching wet core through the material of your panties. You were stood there, completely naked except for your lingerie, and he knew exactly how to make you feel good and keep you moaning so desperately for him.

“Good girl,” he murmured into your ear, before his gaze moved back. His eyes were locked on yours as he felt how wet you were for him. You were soaking his fingers with every stroke, your hips bucking up to meet his as he pressed his fingers through your folds. You could feel your arousal pooling at your thighs and the sensation of his long digits moving over you made you want to scream out in complete pleasure.

Fuck, you had missed this.

“Feel good baby?” he asked, your thighs squeezing together at the sensation. You nodded, blushing furiously as you felt his fingers brush over your clit. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling and sensation of what he was doing, until he suddenly stopped. You opened your eyes, blushing as he stared at you. You didn’t say anything, but looked at him as if to ask why he’d stopped. “Didn’t use your words baby, want to hear you, want to hear those moans of my name coming from your mouth, please baby, be a good girl.”

You moaned at the filthy words that came from his mouth, squeezing your thighs together in frustration and begging for something, anything, just some sort of relief.

“Always a good girl for you, can I make you feel good? Get on my knees and please you?” You looked at Drew, your eyes meeting his, biting your lip in anticipation. You just wanted to make him feel good after being away from him so long, and he had helped you so much when he was away with the dirtiest of phone calls and video chats, not to mention those late night text messages when you were forced to stay at work. He’d do anything to make you feel good and now you wanted to return the favour, just as he deserved.

“Course you can baby,” he replied, swiping his fingers across your aching clit one more time, “Be a good girl and get down on your knees for me.” You nodded; before murmuring an “mhm” knowing you’d be in trouble if you didn’t say something - anything. You did as he asked and you had suggested, kneeling down on the floor in front of him and waiting expectedly for him to undress himself. You watched in awe, your mind whirring as you licked your lips in anticipation. As he pulled down his boxers, you moaned out at the size of him. He was huge, of course, and the head of his dick was red and angry. It needed your attention; he needed your attention.

“Mmm Drew,” you mumbled, lips moving closer to the tip. Your hands reached out, taking his dick in your grip with one hand and bringing the other up to your mouth so you could spit on your hand and help with the lubrication. He watched you, his eyes darting between your lips and your hand. His eyes followed yours as you spat on your hand and started rubbing his length.

“Let me help with that baby,” he whispered, causing you to stop and look up at him. Your eyes met and you could see how dark his usually bright eyes were. He wasn’t messing around today. Confused, you looked up at him, waiting for your next instruction and then it came. “Mouth open, tongue out for me.” You just nodded, doing exactly as he wished and poking your tongue out, wondering what he would be doing next.

“Gonna spit on your tongue baby, want you to swallow it for me. Want to be inside you, then I’m gonna do it all again, and this time spit my spit on my hand. You got it?”

You just nodded furiously, pushing your tongue out as far as you could. He bent down a little so he could get a better aim and used his hand to grab your throat and angle your face up so you could receive it better. He squeezed on your throat a little, heightening every sensation and making you ache between your thighs even more than you were already.

“Swallow,” he ordered as he leant over you and spat onto your tongue. “How do I taste baby?” he said, his hand keeping a grip of your throat. You swallowed hard, him feeling your throat move with his hand that was wrapped around your neck. “I said how do I taste?”

“So good,” you moaned back, “More please.” He obliged, spitting into your mouth again and watching you swallow. That wasn’t part of the plan but he couldn’t say anything bad, just watching you swallow him like that when his hand was around your throat felt so good for him too.

He moved his hand from your throat, admiring a couple of red marks her left there from his rings. He ghosted his fingers over the hot skin before taking himself in his hand and presenting the tip to you.

“Do your worst baby, I’m ready,” he said, his free hand bracing himself against the counter. He knew you had some special higher power way of giving him head that made his legs buckle. No one else before had ever done that for him, and what started as a friends with benefits thing, soon became boyfriend and girlfriend. He had planned to ask you soon, to move in with him properly - even though you already lived there pretty much 24/7, even when he was away - but now wasn’t the time because he could barely string a coherent sentence together with the way you were making him feel good.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, hit by the sudden feeling of you taking all of him in your mouth as deep as you could go. Which turned out to be quite deep, and he couldn’t encourage you any more if he tried. His hands moved to your hair, tugging hard as you took as much of him as you could. You tried to hold your gag reflex for a few moments before you move yourself off him, focusing on the tip again by swirling your tongue around the head.

Your head was spinning, you could barely hear him properly but there were some phrases and words you picked out and heard.

“Take it deeper baby.”

“Such a good girl.”

“Feels so good with that pretty mouth around my cock.”

That was the last straw and you squeezed your thighs together for some or any kind of friction. You couldn’t wait to get him nestled between your legs, making you feel incredible as he always did. You felt him tense as you ran your tongue up and down the veins of his dick, following the pattern, before he swallowed hard and you felt him tense and release down your throat.

For a moment he was so caught up in it all that he pulled your head onto him more to make sure you caught every drop, and you did. You soon found yourself running out of breath and desperately pushed yourself off him using his thighs as leverage. Tears pricked your eyes and he immediately noticed something was wrong.

“Oh my god, baby I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cooed, his hand moving down to stroke your cheek. “Are you ok? Are you alright?” he asked and you nodded. He immediately knelt down on the floor so he was somewhat more level with you. “Promise you’re ok? You’re such a good girl. I’ll make you feel so good now if you want baby.” You could barely speak so nods were all he got in response. “Cmon if you want it let’s get you up and on the edge of the bed, and put your legs on my shoulders beautiful, gonna make you feel so good. I promise.”

He helped you up and stroked your thighs and side in the most soothing away, waiting to check you were ok. When you moved your legs on top of his shoulders, he knew you were ready and took that as the OK to do what he’d been waiting to do so badly for you for the last month.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, before using his ringed hands to push your thighs apart and make you feel good. “I love you baby.”

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johannestevans · 2 years

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i grew up on peter pan, which is one of my favourite books that i never exactly recommend to people bc it's so full of racism but the thing is like. it's a text that's fundamentally about whiteness and a fantasy of white power that's been "lost" by the 20th century and like

if you refuse to acknowledge that or try not to see it you lose so much of the fucking text and its implications, especially about stuff like "purity" and "responsibility" etc

the adventure novels of the 19th century, such as treasure island or 20000 leagues under the sea, were almost exclusively about white men, especially young boys, who traversed the seas or new worlds, often with companions who were NOT white and were leading or supporting them, and/or they were moving throughout the imperial core, experiencing new and "exotic" civilisations and experiences

peter pan is a love letter to the adventure novel (and to Robert Louis Stevenson, who JM Barrie literally confessed to being in love with), and while it does accurately reflect class anxieties of the 20th century, where liek… the entire plot hinges on the darlings, a working class family, constantly being under stress bc their father is desperately trying to attain some level of class mobility, and he's struggling with presenting an appearance of not being poor, because he is

the darling children don't want to grow up into this world of Responsibility, they want to stay young forever, they want to have ADVENTURES, and they get swept away on one…

that only works BECAUSE the boy who sweeps them away to this land of eternal adventure where he's constantly killing "swarthy" "bad guys" and "savage Indians" is white, and because the darlings are white too. it's a fantasy about being able to set aside their class-based woes and go back to when even working class white people could have adventures, bc they could go out and fight the "uncivilised", whereas now, oh no! everyone's already been civilised, and now all that's left is responsibility - they're missing out!

#pasted from a discord convo earlier bc i just. have feelings about this always #peter pan #jm barrie

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dexaroth · 5 months

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godddd i WANT to like minecraft so much but theres fucking nothing going onnnnn the biomes are boring the geography is def better than was before but still theres so little variation and even then the core gameplay is just. nothing. the inventory management sucks so much ass ive straight up stopped playing vanilla without bundles and the way you progress in many areas is so dumbb like teehee go find a jungle biome that could be 200 blocks or 20000 blocks away from spawn just so you dont implode of anger trying to build something decent without wasting time on countless dirt pillars. oh and also the only things that look good are structures from the outside because furnishing stuff is practically impossible since theres no furniture. lolz

there are of course many mods that adress this sort of thing but each take it in a new direction and sometimes you just want a branch of the river yknow?

ive been trying to find datapacks for this sort of thing but it doesnt seem like they can accomplish much so it leaves everything to need to be mods.. sigh

#ive said it before and ill say it again. with the amount of creativity minecraft allows it should not be the type of game you need >#>to pump full of mods to flesh out #literally the most basic thing. a pixel. now make it 3d. it doesnt get easier than that to add things to! for fucks sake!!#i keep considering learning how to make datapacks or resource packs to add my own stuff to it #but then i remember. whats the point in building a house if danger can be avoided entirely by spamming torches everyone #literally the only two things you ever need to worry about is a basic ass food meter -> just kill animals #and health -> make everythign sun bright and have an automatic beef cooker for if you do lose health #AND THEN WHAT MY GUY. THEN WHAT!!!!!!!!!!#god everytime i think about mc i feel like making a mod myself but then it loses any personal value bc you know how everything works #and you'd have to test the shit out of it too so at one point it solidifies in your memory and poof. it aint new anymore #i hate this game with the fiery passion of someone who knows how great it could be. it hurts so much. *whimper*#i was gonna say it almost surpasses the pain i have for what watchdogs could have been but wd is a much smaller scale #and its like. sad. but i genuinely feel angry at how basic minecraft is. i look at it and go are you fucking kidding me. what the fuck man #is it too much to ask for a survival game where building a house has a fucking purpose and isnt a painful process to achieve. fkin hell #dextxt

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deancasbigbang · 2 years

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Title: 4:08 to Tombstone

Author: zuzeca

Artist: Bees

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, past mention of Dean Winchester/Others

Length: 20000

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Torture, Sexual Content, Implied Cannibalism

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Western, Castiel’s True Form, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depictions of Hell, Crack Treated Seriously, Internalized Homophobia

Posting Date: October 25, 2022

Summary: When minor outlaw Dean Winchester's beloved brother ended up on the wrong side of a robber baron with yellow eyes and a sadistic streak, Dean never expected to wind up in the Arizona Territory’s most notorious prison: The Pit. Nor did he expect, after years on the rack, to be sprung by former Federal Marshal and man of the cloth, Reverend Castiel Milton. Now, on the run from corrupt lawman Warden Alastaire, the two men must learn to trust each other, or hang. When Castiel, lesser seraph of the Lord, descended into Hell to help rescue the Righteous Man, he never expected to be unwillingly cast in Dean Winchester’s repressed bisexual cowboy fantasy.

Excerpt: The edges of the Righteous Man’s soul spilled out of its bindings, igniting the space between their grappling forms, and Castiel found himself sucked into a blinding vortex. It wasn’t like traveling between worlds or through time. Castiel found himself forced through a sieve, through the eye of a needle, the wavelengths that composed him redirected through the prism of a soul capable of containing an archangel. He could feel himself melting, dissolving, protoplasm reforming. And then, like the strings that vibrated through the universe stretched too tightly, he felt himself snap back into alignment. The demon was before him. Something was off with his perception of it, but he didn’t have time to fully process it. He lunged, stabbed it deeply, slit it open, and cast the corpse aside to writhe in its death throes. He lunged forward, scooping up the plummeting soul, enfolding it inside the clanking labyrinth of placoliths that formed his core. He felt it latch onto his internals, clinging and dripping fluids. I’m here to rescue you. Don’t be afraid. But then the soul pushed. Exerted its influence, and Castiel felt his consciousness bifurcate. Here now, in Hell, with bleeding wings and gouged placoliths. Yet also here-as-elsewhere. Viewing a different plane. A man was looking at him. A man bound and on his knees. His careworn face and hands were stained with blood that was his and not-his. His eyes were the green of the algal blooms that rode warm ocean currents in the wake of summer storms. The Righteous Man spoke, and Castiel heard him with angelic frequencies and human ones. “Am I supposed to be?” Startled, Castiel experienced a moment of doubling, the divine equivalent of a record scratch. Baffled, he re-oriented his vision to the auxiliary plane in which he also now existed. The Righteous Man had projected a vessel on him. Boxed him into flesh and blood as though he were stuffing a scarecrow with goose down. A man clad in a long black coat and a high collar that Castiel belatedly recognized as the garb of a priest in some sects of Western Christianity. Blue eyes, curly dark hair and an absurdly wide-brimmed black hat that Castiel could not place in human history. Only his blade carried through to the false form—it became a fulcrum, a weapon existing in both planes simultaneously, an axis around which his true and false forms rotated. Castiel stared at the vessel, at himself. At the body which had never existed. That was simultaneously there and not-there. “Oh,” he said and felt his voice vibrate in the excruciatingly narrow frequencies that encompassed the range of human hearing. “That’s…unexpected.”

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choa-hyuna · 19 days

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katarinasnchez · 7 days

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isocertificationinghana21 · 4 days

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