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(In response to this ask for "a short story about a feedee becoming increasingly out of shape as they gain.")

I can't believe I've done this to myself.

I always wanted to lose weight. At least I thought I did. For as long as I can remember, I've been fat. And the world has never been kind to fat people.

Okay, there was a part of me that secretly liked it. A part of me that didn't mind the stares and the insults and the teasing. A part of me that even got a little excited by the thought that I was the biggest person in gym class, so soft and heavy that just a single lap on the track would leave me breathless and bright red. After all, my favorite hobbies were all sedentary ones. And I loved food. It's no wonder I was fat. It's no wonder I was fat and soft and out of shape, when my favorite thing to do on a Friday evening was beach myself in front of my computer with a six-pack of soda, a large pizza and a bag of candy.

But I did what I was supposed to do. I ran and stretched and lifted and sweated. I counted calories and tried to resist the things I knew I wasn't supposed to eat.

I did these things, but they never took. Exercise was so boring and uncomfortable. Sticking to a routine was so difficult. And there were so many foods to try… I could "waste" an entire week's work in the gym in a meal or two, if I let myself eat the things I really wanted. Maybe I'd lose five or ten pounds here and there. Maybe once every few years I'd manage to drop twenty or thirty. But they always came back, and more pounds came with them.

And I secretly liked that, too.

When everyday tasks started getting difficult, I took that as a sign that I needed to turn my life around. I shouldn't be getting winded tying my shoes, I thought. I just have to lose a little of this belly. As usual, I managed to do it, to keep up with a diet and a gym routine… for a few weeks.

But that secret voice kept calling to me. Heaving myself up from my armchair, stuffed and breathless from a routine of meals and snacks that started around lunchtime and didn't stop until my last snack before bedtime, I couldn't help wondering: how would it feel if I gained more? What if my belly were just a little bigger?

With no other responsibilities, I started to arrange my life around my nightly binges. Exercise and diets became a thing of the past, for good this time. Sometimes I'd struggle to do something that used to come easily, a bend or a reach or an attempt to fit somewhere, a walk that used to feel effortless, and get scared that I had gone too far. But then I'd lean back and heft my belly and feel how gigantically soft and heavy it was growing. I can't believe I've done this to myself. I can't believe I've done this to myself… and I love it.

And that's where you come in.

With remote work, I can spend all day at home. With you moving in with me, I can spend all day at home and never have to get up at all. You tell me I don't need to. In fact, you insist on it. And on the rare occasions I do, for a short waddle to the bathroom or the bedroom or a trip to the fridge, you love to watch how difficult it is for me.

I love it too. Feeling my face get flushed and red, feeling the sweat trickling down my forehead, feeling the sheer effort it takes to heft one gigantic thigh past another, pushing my enormous belly with every step… feeling your eyes on me, my face flushes even further, and it's not just from the exertion. When I look over at you and see your eyes shining with lust and excitement for how big I've grown, I reach down my belly as far as I can, grab a billowing fold of flesh, jiggle and squeeze. And I smile.

I'm never going back to the gym. How could I, when I can barely leave the house?

#feedist vignettes #weight gain fiction #wg fiction #just a fantasy but I'm sweatin'

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kueble · 1 year

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I’m Fully Charged (Ready to Go)

This was written for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt: Proposition.

This is also the start of something I’ve wanted to do for some time now. I’m making a D/s modern AU to play around in. It will start as friends with benefits, but you all know me, so that won’t last forever.

A lot of kinks are mentioned, but none of them are preformed, so I’m not tagging this post. Read the kinks below, please.

Mature, Warnings Kink Negotiation but no actual sex. Kinks mentioned: pitting, Cock warming, Feet, Slut shaming, Dirty talk, Breeding, Spanking, Collars, Biting, Lingerie, Praise kink. 2,800 Words

Geralt/Jaskier

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Sometimes it’s absolutely maddening to sit in his room with his headphones on while he knows full well what Geralt is getting up to in his room. They’ve been roommates ever since he and Yen finally got drunk and admitted they work better as friends, and Geralt never hid this side of him. But knowing his best friend - who he happens to be helplessly in love with - is on the other side of the apartment fucking someone? Sometimes that hurts.

It’s not like Jaskier has ever told Geralt how he feels, because they’re dreadfully incompatible. Geralt has his normal job down at the shop, and then he comes home and hangs up his jumpsuit for…a paddle or leather or whatever he wears. The thing is, as much as Jaskier knows Geralt is a dom with a few steady subs, he doesn’t actually know what they get up to.

Geralt doesn’t act ashamed of it, far from it, but he explained that anything he does with a partner is between the two of them. It’s not his place to share what happens inside his bedroom, and Jaskier respects that. Long gone are their college days where they would laugh and share crazy stories over Sunday morning diner breakfasts. Jaskier would never begrudge him privacy, but he can’t help feeling jealous over what he’ll never have.

Because Jaskier can never be what Geralt wants, as pathetic as that is. What dom wants a top? Jaskier has bottomed in the past - mostly to please his partners - but he definitely prefers topping. Not that it matters much these days, because his bedroom has been depressingly quiet ever since he and Valdo parted ways. Apparently dating one man while in love with another isn’t the best foundation for a relationship.

He feels like he could switch for Geralt, but he wouldn’t like it. A relationship built on completely changing something central to your sense of self isn’t going to last, and he desperately wants to spend the rest of his life with Geralt. Though the best he can hope for is friends anyway, since Geralt has made it clear he won't be dating anytime soon. As much as Jaskier gets along with Yen now, he kind of hates that she ruined that for him.

Jaskier sighs, hating this downward spiral of self-loathing. He takes his headphones off and doesn’t hear anything, so he feels it’s safe to venture out and find a snack to cheer himself up. It’s not like Geralt is ever super loud, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. There is absolutely no way he could continue on if he knew exactly what Geralt sounds like when he comes.

And with that thought, he steps out of his room and immediately makes eye contact with Liam. He’s sure he looks like a deer caught in the headlights, but he manages a tiny wave before Liam awkwardly nods at him and hightails it out of the apartment. Geralt is in his own doorway, the living room spread between them, and he frowns over at Jaskier.

Before he can duck back into his room, Geralt stomps over and moves into his space, leaning against the door frame like he owns it. He studies Jaskier for a long moment before speaking. “Why did you glare at poor Liam? You’ve never been rude before.”

“I didn’t glare,” Jaskier argues, realizing he probably did. “I was caught by surprise! You know I don’t care about what you do with your subs!”

“Well ever since Valdo dumped you, you’ve been more and more weird about it,” Geralt points out.

“First off, I broke up with him. And secondly, I am not weird about anything,” Jaskier says with a huff. Geralt raises an eyebrow at him and he sighs before conceding, “Fine, maybe he broke up with me.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Geralt growls, stepping closer. “We’ve never lied to each other. Now what is your problem lately?”

“Fine! I’m jealous!” he shouts stupidly before rushing to cover up his admission. “Because I can’t ever have what they have. I can’t be a sub, can’t explore that, ok? And I hate it.” Yes, blame it on being curious. Nothing suspicious here. Plus it’s a half-truth, anyway. He can’t ever be Geralt’s sub, and it’s eating him up alive.

“You…you want to try being submissive but you can’t? Why not? Did someone tell you that? Because that’s a horrible thing to say. Everyone should be free to explore whatever they want, even if it doesn’t end up being something they love,” Geralt rushes out, all signs of a fight draining out of him in favor of his usual protectiveness.

“Geralt,” Jaskier says with a sigh. “You know I prefer to top. So it wouldn’t work out. I’m simply not sub material.”

“You’re joking, right? Plenty of subs top. There’s a whole fucking name for it! You might be a service top and just not know it. Shit, we have to figure this out. If you’re not being properly cared for, how can you ever be happy?” Geralt asks, and the way he pouts is enough to get Jaskier to agree to anything. There’s a reason why Geralt is at his best when he’s seeing to someone else’s needs. He was born for it, the self-sacrificing bastard.

“Oh,” Jaskier mumbles, blinking stupidly at him. “No one told me, I just…I just figured I couldn’t? But I could? Maybe? With the right person you’re saying?”

“Of course! I’ll help you,” Geralt offers, sending red flags up everywhere. Jaskier’s brain wants him to stop this before it starts, because there’s no way he can explore this with Geralt and not let on that he’s completely in love with him, but his mouth moves too fast like it always does.

“I’d like that.”

“Awesome! I mean, we’ve never been shy before, right? Plenty of friends have sex and it doesn’t have to mean anything. You know I don’t do relationships after Yen, anyway. Too many things can go wrong. We’ll just keep things simple and everything will be awesome! We can have fun with it!” Geralt says, practically bouncing on his heels like a giant puppy.

“Of course! You’ll always be my best friend, and nothing will change that,” Jaskier agrees, even though there are warning klaxons going off in his mind like he’s in some retro Star Trek episode. There is absolutely no way this will end well. But then Geralt slings an arm around him and starts babbling about how many friends he’s made through his lifestyle and how he can’t wait to introduce them all, and Jaskier realizes he wants this, especially if sex is all he’ll ever get.

He can do this. Probably. Maybe.

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As Jaskier leans against the arm of the couch, looking over the top of his paper at where Geralt’s sitting in an armchair, he wonders is this real life?. Because even two days ago, he never would have imagined he’d be here, reading over a list of his roommate’s preferred kinks. Hell, he doesn’t even know what some of them are, but he’s trying not to let that show. There’s nothing a little confidence can’t overcome.

When Geralt came up to him yesterday and explained the whole process of listing and discussing what they’re into, he was a bit thrown by it. Sure, he knew Geralt didn’t just find his subs while wandering around, eyeing up anyone who might look secretly kinky, but he hadn't anticipated needing to be so open about his own desires. Sure, Geralt has walked in on a hook-up more than once, but it wasn’t like he was tied up or being spanked at the time.

There’s a small - maybe not so small - part of him that worries he won’t be enough for Geralt. He’s spent the last decade or so being the perfect best friend and never once showing that he feels anything besides friendship for Geralt. A lot of people are perfectly capable of doing the whole friends with benefits thing, and Jaskier desperately hopes he’s one of them.

All of a sudden, the silence seems so overwhelming that he simply has to open his mouth and spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Do you…are mine good?” Jaskier asks, throwing his confidence aside. He also feels a stupid that his list is half as long as Geralt’s. But Geralt nods sharply, flushing a little as he glances down at the sheet of paper in his hands.

“There are no good or bad kinks, but this is a lovely list,” Geralt tells him, and Jaskier feels an odd sort of pride over it. “I have to admit I’m kind of surprised to see slut-shaming on the list, though. You’ve never been shy about your exploits.”

“I really haven’t,” Jaskier agrees with a snort. “Though the thought of being called out for it? Being told I’m a slut? It just appeals to me. Sadly I’ve yet to find a partner who was into it.”

“Well I love talking filthy, and I’m happy to include some humiliation,” Geralt says with a wink. Jaskier crosses his legs, nearly bouncing in his seat at how intimate this is. He’s never just sat down and talked about things like this with his previous partners. Sure, there’d been a lot of checking in and giving consent, but usually not until they were already in the bedroom.

“I have to admit that I’m not entirely aware of all of yours, though?” Jaskier says, pursing his lips as he re-reads the list. Geralt has nearly twice as many kinks listed as he does, and some he’s never even heard of.

“Ask any questions you have, because the internet might not be the best place for info on some of these. Google tends to bring up some weird shit,” Geralt tells him, laughing as Jaskier cringes at him. He looks over the list Geralt’s has ticked off, scanning it as his pulse quickens. He has no idea why reading sexual acts is getting him so worked up, but it’s probably because all he can think of is how they might do these things together and he’s been in love with Geralt for ages.

“Spitting?” he asks, tilting his head as he waits for the explanation. Geralt flushes, chewing on his lip before answering.

“Yeah, basically just spitting?” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Some people like getting spat on, and I like spitting. Could be in your mouth, on your body, on your hole.”

“You, uh, you’d spit on my hole?” Jaskier asks because he can’t think before he speaks. Jesus Christ, this is going to ruin him. Why did he think they could have a conversation like this without feeling awkward? But then Geralt smiles warmly at him, and he remembers they’re never awkward with each other. This will work because of who they are. Geralt has seen him at his worst, and he’s still here. What’s a little spit between friends?

“I know you’re not really into being penetrated, so it might not come to that, but yeah. I like spitting,” Geralt says with a shrug. Jaskier has no clue how he’s so put together, but he supposes being in the lifestyle for so long makes you comfortable with anything. He does have to admit that the thought of kneeling in front of Geralt and letting him spit into his mouth sounds fantastically filthy, and skin buzzes when he thinks about it.

“I could probably make a decent guess about breeding but…we’re both men so please explain it better?” Jaskier asks, biting his tongue to keep from looking too out of his element. Most of his experiences with breeding have been hoping he doesn’t knock anyone up, so he’s not sure how that can be sexy.

“Yeah, you definitely can’t get me pregnant,” Geralt says with a chuckle. “It’s more about the thought of it? Some people like to pretend they can and just talk about knocking me up and breeding me until it takes. Sometimes it goes hand-in-hand with comeplay, because things tend to get a bit messy.”

Jaskier thought about that for a long moment, pictured fucking Geralt and filling him up with load after load while telling him how good he would look all swollen and pregnant. He’s unable to hold back the shiver that runs through him and clears his throat before saying, “Better, er, better marks that down as a yes for me as well.” Geralt just beams at him.

“Again, not saying this list is final. They’re more like suggestions. Kinks can be explored, too. You might want to try something out because you don’t know if you like it or not. Sometimes people will try things their partner likes to make them happy. Just because I’m not excited about a certain thing, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be willing to do it if you are. Like feet? Not my thing usually, but you put it down so I’m willing to play around with it,” Geralt says. His face is steady, like he isn’t aware Jaskier is now picturing him sucking on his toes. He takes a deep breath and looks at the paper again.

“Cock warming? Like…heating it up? Wouldn’t that be up under temperature play?” Jaskier asks, knowing he’s probably wrong.

“No,” Geralt says with a soft laugh, “No, it’s when you just kneel down and hold someone’s cock in your mouth. Not to suck them off or anything, just to hold it, keep it warm while they do something else. Some subs enjoy it, because they can focus on just being a nice warm space for their dom. Again, we don’t have to try everything on my list. This is just to get to understand what we both might enjoy. Nothing is a make it or break it kink for me. The only thing that is non negotiable is aftercare. I’m not going to let you leave until I’m sure you’re alright.”

“Well that seems reasonable. So we uh, we seem to have a lot in common. Like spanking, collars, biting, lingerie, and praise. That’s good, right? Seems like we could work it out?” Jaskier asks, proud of himself for being so brave. One word from Geralt and this ends before it even starts. He feels bad for not admitting he’s in love with the man, but Geralt was clear this is a no-strings kind of thing. He’s been hiding his affection for years now, surely he can keep it a secret a little longer?

“Jaskier, you’re my best friend. I would never turn you down. Besides, who could be better to help you than me? We can easily keep things friendly and both get some fun out of it, too. So yeah, as soon as you get your test results back we can start,” Geralt says with a smile.

“Of course! Best friends who sometimes fuck. Totally going to be the coolest thing ever!” Jaskier chirps, hoping his excitement hides his traitor of a heart. Because if he can’t have all of Geralt? He’ll take what he can. He always has, hence their living situation.

“I should head out or I’ll be late to my weekly dinner with the boys, though. We’re good here, yeah?” Geralt asks. Jaskier completely forgot it was Thursday, and every week Geralt goes out for dinner with his brothers. He’s tagged along a few times before, but prefers to let the boys have time to themselves.

“Yeah, get out of here. I won’t wait up!” Jaskier says with a giggle. Geralt seems to accept that and stands up to get ready. Jaskier stays on the couch until he leaves, desperately trying not to think about how easily this could ruin everything between them. He has to keep himself from showing how much he cares. He just has to.

As soon as Geralt walks out the door, Jaskier shoves his pants down to his knees and palms himself through his briefs. His cock is embarrassingly hard, and there’s already a wet spot on the front of the fabric. He bucks up into his palm, grinding against it as tries and fails not to picture Geralt’s hand touching him instead.

He licks his hand before reaching in and wrapping it around himself. He imagines what Geralt might make him do, what names he might call him, how tight his ass will feel when he finally gets to fuck him. It’s over ridiculously fast, just a few rough strokes before he’s spilling over his own fist and making a mess of himself.

And as he sits there, panting and covered in his own come, he feels like that stupid dog meme. This is fine.

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