#fat fucking pig stop eating!!!
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me eating decently 1 day then binging the next day then eating slightly okayish but a lil high then overeating again then eating well
#the Second i go over a slightly high number my brain goes 'WELP why not jus pig out' while the rest of my brain yells like a pet owner#seeing their animal chewing plastic. 'THTS NOT HOW THT WOR- OI STOP EATING THOSE CHIPS U FAT FUCK!'#delete later
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YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU DID IT ONCE, YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN
STOP FUCKING EATING A BEING A FUCKING PIG
YOU'RE AWFUL, FAT AND UGLY AND IM NOT SUPRISED THAT EVERYONE LEFT YOU
STOP FUCKING EATING
(its for me but you can treat this as a meanspo whatever lol)
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venting time aaaaaaa
people like my mom and her boyfriend are the reason i struggle with portioning my food so i don't make myself sick
#eating too much#being a pig#shouldnt eat too much bcs fat people dont find jobs-#-easily and no one will hire me after i graduate college#ungrateful#wasting food#like its probably an eating disorder at this point??? but like im not gonna definitively say that it is bcs /i/ dont know that#im too poor and too scared to get a proper diagnosis#i was raised to always finish my food so even if it fucking hurts and i kinda wanna vomit i eat everything but then somewhere through-#middle school to high school suddenly im and im and but if i dont eat everything on my plate im being and#and god FUCK im so fucking SICK#i remember a time where after i ate j would quietly go to the bathroom to vomit bcs my stomach hurts so fucking bad#and now my mom's boyfriend... this son of a bitch cooks TOO MUCH of everything but eats so very little and its left to ME to finish it all#im going to fucking cry bcs if i dont eat jts all going to go to waste and i kept telling him that we dont NEED this much food no one in#this goddamn household eats this much food but he just wont fucking STOP#angry behavior is angry
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How JJK men react to different insecurities part 3
Pairings: Nanami x overweight fem! reader (requested by @deegausserr)
Choso x fem!reader with big breasts (requested by anon)
Yuji/Todo x tall/curvy fem!reader (requested by @sitarawrites, @hitori979, @sophyr05 and anon, I see y'all my tall queens)
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: not 100% proofread, as usual don't read if you feel triggered by those topics, listen I literally have no boobs so I'm beyond sorry if Choso's part is shit, overweight and big breast parts contain insults (please note that this is definetely not the way I feel about it!) but also so much comfort from your favorite characters, you are beautiful just the way you are 🤍
Part 1: Nanami x reader with facial scars; Megumi x reader with small breasts; Sukuna x reader with acne (click here to read)
Part 2: Nanami x reader who doesn't want kids; Gojo x reader who gained weight; Megumi x reader with hooked nose (click here to read)
Nanami with an overweight reader
(Imaging him grabbing those ass bully girls like this okay)
You cover yourself up the minute he enters the room. He, the man who caught your eye since the beginning. He, who looks so effortlessly good in that suit. He, a well-trained man with a body like the statues in ancient Greek.
“Hey, the same as usual?”
“Thank you, (y/n).”
Just him, Kento Nanami. And you? Well, you have nothing in common with all those things. To be exact, you aren’t even sure if he ever noticed you. Why would he? You are nothing but a worker in a coffee shop, average-looking and…
You swallow. You are overweight. Not that it would bother you this much. After all, you work hard for your money each and every day, you do your best to keep your head above the water. You never really felt the urge to lose weight until reality, or rather other people, hit you.
“Oh, look who’s working again!”
“Did you already eat all those muffins? How is it possible that when you’re working, all the food is gone around this time?”
There they are again. Breathe in, breathe out. Everything is alright. Just suffering a few minutes, just letting their words hit you a little longer and they’ll be gone again. You just have to get through this. It’s not like you haven’t heard those group of actual grown-ups say those nasty things to you over a hundred times already.
But no. Today, it isn’t that easy. Because on the table in front of you sits none other than Kento Nanami who reads his paper and sips on his cup of coffee like he always does. Why do you suddenly feel the urge to defend yourself, to make them stop talking to you like that?
“Can you guys just leave me alone? I’m doing my job here, okay? Would you like to drink or eat something-“
“Fat pig”, one of the blonde girls suddenly spits at you.
This is nothing new. You should be used to it by know, all the countless insults especially that group of four girls always spits at you are too much to even count. Then why…Why do your eyes roam to his perfectly trimmed blonde undercut, why do you ball your fist in an instant?
What a dumb mistake. One of the girls follows the direction of your sight, breaking out in hysterical laughing when realizing that you were looking at Kento Nanami. No, please don’t make a stupid comment, please just grab a coffee and leave this place. Even though it hurts to get reminded of the stinging fact that you are overweight almost every single day, what hurts even most is…
“I can’t believe you! Why would a fatass like you even look in his direction? Can’t you see that he’s out of your league? God, you are so pathetic it makes my wanna cry. I mean, don’t you have a mirror at home, can’t you see that you are nothing but a fat fuck? Nobody will ever want you, (y/n). Especially not a handsome man like him.”
It’s hard for Nanami to contain his temper, hand already trembling threatful. Who do these girls think they are to talk to you in such a nasty way? You are breathtakingly stunning with eyes that radiate nothing but kindness, you work so hard each and every day. You…
You don’t deserve this.
“Leave me alone”, you mumble again.
And for the first time in forever, your throat starts to burn as well as your eyes. At this point you were so used to getting picked on that you didn’t even cry about it anymore after some time. But this…this isn’t about your weight anymore. This hits you right where it hurts.
Kento Nanami.
You don’t even dare to look his direction, eyes pierced to the ground while their venomous laughs fill the room with hatred. The urge to just get out of here, to leave this place and never return becomes almost unbearable. Maybe…maybe you should really lose some weight. Your eyes dart towards the counter in whose glass your figure is reflected.
You feel absolutely horrible and disgusting. A silent sob escapes your lips. Yes, why would someone like Kento Nanami ever want someone like you?
“Awww look at her, now she’s crying!”
You can’t take the shame anymore. Without thinking twice, you storm out of the coffee shop, ignoring your co-worker calling out your name behind. It began to rain in waterfalls, your tears now mixing with the drops from above.
There was probably never a moment in your life where you hated yourself as much as now. What where you even thinking, getting all excited every morning because of that force of a man? Were you really too dumb to realize that Kento Nanami would never fall for a girl like you?
A fat pig, a person so undisciplined that it shows, a girl that could never wear his t-shirts as a dress. You are a nobody, an ugly figure in a world full of skinny models-
“(y/n)!”
That voice makes your guts turn in an instinct, heart pounding against your chest. You pick up your pace immediately, almost running down the rainy streets of Tokyo into an alley. Of course, he followed you. After all, Kento Nanami is a gentleman out of romance books, the perfect man. But you’d rather die that let him comfort you. No, you don’t want to hear that he’s sorry about their cruel words, you don’t want him to look down at you with his pity-filled eyes.
You simply can’t take it.
“Hey, (y/n). Please look at me.”
With a swift motion, he grabs your wrist and turns you around. You feel like dying right here and now, his chocolate brown eyes seem to pierce right through your soul.
But then…
He pushes you against the wall and just kisses you. His lips collapse onto yours with so much passion that it simply takes your breath away, his eyes roaming around your body hungrily. You stare at him in sheer disbelief. Is this really happening? Are you dreaming? Countless lonely night, you imagined what it would feel like to have him this close, to feel his body against yours. And now…And now that gorgeous man pinned you against a wall.
“Don’t you dare to believe a single word they said. I promise you that they’ll never speak to you like this again. I made sure of that.”
It feels so surreal, almost too good to be true. Is he only doing this out of pity, because he doesn’t want you to feel bad? Your heart sinks painfully. Is that what this is about?
“You don’t have to do that so I’m feeling better”, you mumble against his lips.
Instinctively, you cross your arms in front of your chest, hiding you like you always do around him.
“I’m not saying this to make you feel better”, he replies in an instant, hands gently untucking your arms to place his own around your waist.
“I’m saying this because I can’t take my eyes off you since I saw you the first time I stepped into this café. You have to be the most beautiful person I have ever seen, (y/n). I adore your delicate curves, your inviting smile, your unshakable character. I love the way your hair falls and how you prepare my coffee. I adore you just the way you are. Did you really think I’m there because of the coffee? It’s not that good if you’re asking me.”
His comment makes you giggle your tears away and shaking your head at the same time.
“Yeah, the coffee isn’t that great to be honest”, you comment.
“But you are.”
He looks down at you all serious again, his intense gaze making your knees go weak in an instant.
“And I want nothing more than to take you out to a nice restaurant.”
Choso with a reader who has big breasts
You were never keen to meet new people, especially men. Not because you aren’t talkative or enjoy others company. No, it’s because you never know how they’ll react when seeing you for the first time.
Even though especially other women are jealous of you because of how big your breasts are, you truly hate them. It seems like the second you meet someone, all they have eyes for is your cleavage. No matter if you wear a baggy shirt, your uniform or one of the dresses you normally adore so much, your boobs come first. And you fucking hate it.
“Hey, why are you so nervous, (y/n)? I’m sure you and Choso will get along just fine!”, Yuji tries to cheer you up with a kind smile.
“And probably your-“
“Shut up right now, moron”, Megumi mumbles instinctively.
You sign to yourself. It’s clear that he’s just trying to be nice and funny, but to be honest you want to cry. Since puberty hit you, no one ever saw you like an individual anymore. No, you are either sexualized or body-shamed.
“Would you crush me with your melons for some money? C’mon (y/n).”
“There she is again. Look at her tits!”
“She’s just showing off. What a slut.”
“I bet those would be a good ass pillow.”
You are so damn tired of it. Tired of all the people talking about you behind your back, tired of being nothing but a sex object, tired of having no character. Even though here at Jujutsu High, people seem to finally get that you are indeed a human being all by yourself and would never talk badly about you, you can feel their looks.
“Oh, there he is! Come on, (y/n)!”
No, no, no. Is it too late to just turn around and leave this place? Maybe Maki is still free, you should go and grab a drink with her. Or even better, barricade yourself into your dorm and return when this man is gone.
“You must be (y/n). My little brother told me a lot about you”, a dark voice introduces itself.
Your eyes dart up in panic. Oh, you just know how this goes. First of all, he’ll look down at your breasts. If he’s having at least a spark of decency, his eyes will dart back to your face and roam around when he thinks you’re not paying any attention. And maybe, just maybe, he won’t mention your cleavage for quite some time.
“Nice to meet you”, you mumble annoyed already.
Huh, his eyes rest right on your face, a small smile forming itself on his lips. You tilt your head to the side, squint your eyes in confusion. Well, this is definitely new. He didn’t even look at them, not a single glimpse onto your body.
“Is it true that you have a thing for blood manipulation? Yuji told me you are interested in learning more about that technique.”
“Well, yeah…”
You have to blink a few times. He is so…different from everyone else. Not even Megumi resisted the urge to look down at you, you even heard him talking about it with Yuji someday. But this man…what was his name again? Choso? He seems to be curious about…
You. Nothing but you.
“I am quite skilled when it comes to blood manipulation. If you want, I will gladly show you a few things.”
“Y-yeah…I mean…That would be nice. Like, today?”, you stutter awkwardly, completely caught off guard by this unexpected change of scenery.
“If you have time, of course.”
“Okay, then…I’ll change now.”
“I’ll meet you at the training field.”
“Yeah…”, you mutter.
As soon as you leave the room, Yuji seems to finally regain your voice.
“And? What do you think about her?”
“I think she seems quite nice for a human being.”
“And what else?”
A big pause that makes your heart shatter for a brief moment. Maybe he isn’t as different as you thought. Maybe he’s just thinking about your cleavage like everybody else does, maybe-
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Haven’t you seen her,…y’know…Megumi?”
“He means her breasts”, Megumi clarifies.
“Why would I look at her breasts when she seems to have an interesting character?”
Your heart almost beats out of your chest, ears literally unable to comprehend what you’ve just heard. It really shouldn’t touch you like that. But oh, the second you begin to realize what that stranger just said your eyes get glossy. It might only be a little statement for him, but it surely means the world to you.
In a world that shames on you for something you can’t change, in a world in which men only took you on dates or talked to you because of your breasts and not because of your personality.
Choso seems to be the first person who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck about the way you look. And oh does it feel nice.
“Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”, you mumble to yourself.
Yuji and Todo with a cury/tall girl
Just one look at him seems to sweep you off your feet. The way he walks, the way he talks, simply the way he carries himself. It wasn’t hard to fall for Yuji, but it was definitely rough to find out he isn’t interested in you.
“What kind of woman is Yuji actually into?”
Nobara looked at you up and down, visibly bamboozled about what you’ve just asked. There aren’t many things she doesn’t think about, but Yuji Itadori’s type is definitely one of them.
“I don’t know girl…But I guess he’s the type for rather short girls, don’t ya think?”
You hated the way your heart instantly began to ache in your ribcage. Of course he does. Aren’t all boys nowadays into petite girls with a bubbly personality? And to be honest, you are none of that.
Taller than all the other girls and even some boys around Jujutsu High, curvier than anyone else, probably uglier than the rest. You never put much thought into all of these things, but right. Why would Yuji be any different from all the guys you’ve met before?
“Who the hell is this woman, Itadori?”
Todo can’t help but shamelessly stare at you. This is too good to be true, a sight straight out of his dreams. You…You are even better than Takada-chan.
“Huh? Oh, that’s (y/n)”, he replies with a small grin, just one look at you making his heart stumble all over again.
He hasn’t seen you in quite some time now that he thinks of it.
“What kind of woman is your type, Itadori Yuji?”
The pink-haired boy has to blink a few times, eyes still set on your delicious curves and gorgeous long legs.
“I like tall woman with a big ass.”
“Is that your final answer?”, he huge boy next to him urges, grabbing him by his uniform so roughly that his eyes yank away from you.
“Yes!”, he replies immediately.
“Then get going, we need to talk to this beauty over there”, he announces, dragging Yuji behind him before he is even able to reply.
You tilt your head to the side. What the hell is going on over there? Who is that shirtless guy and…is that Yuji he drags behind him as if he’s taking out trash?
“You!”, he shouts into your direction, eyes seem to pierce right through your soul.
What the hell is this about? Should you run away, cry for help? He definitely looks pretty dangerous to you with the way his muscles seem to grow with every step he takes towards you.
“Hey, let me go! I can walk by myself!”, Yuji protests.
“Now talk to her”, Todo hisses, almost pushing him into you.
“Oh, hi (y/n)!”
“Well, hi Yuji…”, you answer rather confused.
You look even better from over here, your body lingering over his own by a few centimetres. Yes, you have to be the biggest woman Yuji has ever seen with a character so badass that no one can hold a candle to you. And those curves, those oh so delicious curves…
“Tell her what kind of woman is your type”, the guy next to him demands harshly.
“Stop being so damn loud, she hears you!”
“Oh, I definitely do. What is all of this bullshit about and what kind of freak are you exactly?”
“Itadori loves tall woman with a big ass.”
Well, that’s rather unexpected. Yuji turns as red as a tomato, not daring to shoot a single glimpse your way. But Nobara said that he likes petite girls and somehow, this always made sense to you. Still, his body doesn’t lie. And the fact that he doesn’t say anything against it tells you…
“You like tall woman with a big ass”, you repeat.
“Well, to be honest, I just like you, (y/n)”, he mutters along with scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“I like you too. You have to be the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. Let me cherish you for the rest of our lives”, the guy named Todo purrs.
“Hey, I thought you were my wingman and now you’re trying to steal my girl away from me!”, Yuji protests.
“When did I ever say that, moron? We might be brothers, but this right here is my girl-“
“WE ARE NOT BROTHERS AND (Y/N) IS NOT YOUR GIRL!”
“I’ve been crazy about you for so long. I can’t believe you actually find me attractive, Yuji”, you interrupt their little chitchat.
Your heart feels light as a feather, so good that you are almost think about giggling out in sheer joy.
“Are you kidding? You are what dreams are made of, (y/n)! I was just too shy to admit…”
“I’d never be too shy to show my love. Pick me, (y/n)!”
“GET AWAY FROM HERE!”
“I’M NOT LEAVING MY GIRL BEHIND!”
"That's enough, I'm leaving. See you around guys", you announce with a sly grin.
"OUCH, DID YOU JUST SLAP ME TODO!?"
"JUST THE WAY YOU DESERVE IT, ITADORI!"
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god im such a fat fucking pig. almost back to 130 pounds because of how much shit i’ve been eating. i don’t know what happened to my self control. i hate going through this cycle because at least when im starving myself i can barely feel it after a while. but once i get food in my body, i start getting used to it and it’s harder to stop eating. so i’m gonna start posting daily now or at least try.
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Sorry for moaning and grunting so much, I'm just so full of fucking taco meat and beer I feel like I'm about to explode. 🥵
I'm laying on the couch right now with my big fat drunk gut pushing straight up into the air. Ugh it's so fucking full right now but it feels so good.
I'm so glad I'm so full right now, I just love being packed to the absolute maximum. I wanna be filled with food even past when I want it to stop 😩
Ugh I just couldn't stop eating but even now I think In a little bit I'll eat some more. I have to have more, I'm such a big fat gluttonous pig. I can't control myself. I'm a drunk gluttonous hog that just wants MORE shoved inside of me.
Bring on the food please, more food even though I cant stomach another bite. I wanna be surrounded by it while I currently stuffed to the absolute maximum just because I know I'll keep eating. I know I can't control myself, I just wanna keep pumping myself bigger and fuller with food so my gut just fucking BLIMPS!
Please tell me how fucking round and stuffed my gut looks. Tell me how it looks like it's going to fucking explode but that I should keep finding more food to fill it with 😩
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hear me out. a pig that started to gain weight for you because she thought it’d be fun and cute and she could probably stop whenever. but it just gets easier and easier to binge, you keep bringing her food, she can’t say no and it’s obvious you like the weight she’s putting on…
her family is a little concerned at how fast it’s happening but they can see she’s happy with you so it’s fine, obviously you have no part in this, right? so what if you’re the one that brought her seconds and thirds at thanksgiving?
but she keeps growing. and it’s like she’s not even noticing how much of a pig she’s becoming. you’ve made her undeniably fat. and she can’t stop.
her hips bump into furniture and doorways now and are just such good places to rest your hands, her belly hangs low and you’ve had to move it out of the way to get her off but she’s too busy eating the cake you gave her to even notice it. by the time you start using “pig” to call her over, it’s too late.. she wants you to make her as fat, big, and heavy, as you want
“If you keep eating like a big fat pig you’re gonna turn into one soon enough and not be able to stop”.
That was months ago, and just look look at how fucking massive you are now…. what have you done to yourself? What have I done to you?
You used to be able to dip your toe in, stop and start whenever you wanted in the kink, that was until you met me. You never expected how much I would fatten you up, plump you up, make you into such a fat fucking farm animal for me. You’re a hog now babe, when was the last time your weighted yourself? Or tried on that favorite dress of mine to see you in? I know you just like to laze around in your PJ’s if anything at all, but we need to see if you can fit into your clothes…. you’ve gotten to wide and round i don’t know if any of your old sizes will even stretch now.
“Is this making you hungry?” I ask, and of course I know the answer by a simple belly drop or pat. “Okay piggy, lay on your back.” Your heart drops to your stomach with excitement, you slush and waddle over to our couch almost as soft as you - and get ready as I load up the shake and stick the tube into your fat greedy mouth and greased up double chin.
“I can’t believe you want more already, i’m literally teasing you for getting so fucking fat and you want more?” That really goes to show what an obese helpless slob i’ve turned you into, doesn’t it piggy? Good thing you’ve lost all self control, cause you aren’t even close to as fat as I want you…. you’re gonna swell up to an unimaginable size all because you can’t fight what i’ve done to you, you want this just as bad as I do now and that’s all my fault.”
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"I don't believe that fat people deserve basic human needs like love, food, or clothes. I think fat people are automatically ugly because I grew up only seeing thin people treated as beautiful in media and society. Because fat people aren't fuckable to me, I tell them to kill themselves and call them ob*se pigs. Which reminds me, the term the medical field uses for fat people, I actually treat it as a slur. I also treat the word 'fat,' the most basic term for a specific human body type, as a taboo insult that you should never, ever call someone. Unless you want to call them ugly or worthless, which I treat 'fat' as a synonym for. I give fat disabled people judging looks because how dare any fat people be disabled. I think fat people should be forced to pay more taxes and to park as far away from a building as possible to force these fat asses to walk. There's countless insulting euphemisms for fat people: fat ass, lard ass, butter ball, diabetty. Oh, that reminds me! I also believe I know the medical records of all fat people and use that to call the over 2 billion fat people on this Earth the dirt underneath my feet. I associate different diseases with fat people, who I hate, so I also put stigma on those diseases. I think it's okay for fat people to pay extra for clothing despite me being a size medium and not having to pay more than people who wear a size extra small. I mock fat people for dancing, walking, running, eating, exercising, swimming, existing, and even breathing! Literally! I laugh when a fat person breathes heavy for even a single second after they walk up a flight of stairs! I support and buy all of the diet culture products that make money off of fat people being viewed as scum. I once saw a fat person on the news talking about how she was enduring food insecurity, and I laughed for a full minute because obviously that fat woman is nothing but the stereotypes I support about fat people and actually overeats. I secretly have a thing for fat women, but I would never dare actually date a fat woman or be with a fat woman in public. That's why I fuck her in private and then pretend she doesn't exist. Whenever I create a character and want to make people know that the character is bad in some way, I make the character fat. I help bully fat people whenever I can. I not only make jokes when fat people die, I also assume every fat person died because they're fat and tell random fat strangers on the internet that they're going to die at age 35. I freely harass fat people because I know not a single person on this Earth will defend them from me, not even progressive people. But no, fat people definitely aren't oppressed. Stop kidding."
How every fatphobic asshole sounds when they tell me fat people aren't oppressed.
-Mod Worthy
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This is a direct follow up to #391
#396
“Fuckface, I don’t care what demons your preacher dad put into your head. The fact that you are coming to the realization that that part of your life is over. He must have really fucked you up, cause I have never seen a twenty-year-old take a beating like that. I shredded your back to ribbons, and all you did was say you were sorry over and over. You almost make me feel sorry for you. But I don’t….
“But the sad thing is I do care that I have the son of a vehement anti-gay preacher in my cab. A son that was rock hard and leaking while I was laying my whip into you. Did you know that?
“Yeah, while you were crying, your dick was loving every minute of it. Let me ask you. You want this? You want to suck dick, take it up the ass, and get smacked around for a life?
“You are going to have to do more than nod. Here, come back with me to my bunk. You are going to suck on my dick a bit…. Kneel there between my legs while I lay back…. Yeah, I know you’re still sore, but oh well. Help me get these pants off….
“Ok this is what I want you to. I’m going to be filming you. This will be your confessional and coming out video in one. You are to suck my seven-and-a-half-inch fat dick, but I want you to pull off and talk to the camera from time to time. But when you do, I want you to jerk my dick and rub it on your face continually as you talk. You are to tell the camera that you love cock. You can’t get enough of it in your mouth and in your ass. Tell the camera that you’ve been living a lie, and you denounce your previous life—a life you have no intention of returning to. Also, tell the camera that you ran away from the first driver at the first chance you had. He needs to be washed free from any responsibility of you.
“You got all that? It is important that you hit every one of those points. And when you are done sucking and talking, I’m going to lift my legs. I want you to move down to eating my hole. Make sure you moan. Still stroke my cock. I want to show the viewer how much of a pig you are. You ready? Look at the camera. Go!…
“…
“…Atta boy. That was good. That video will definitely make a statement. And I love that your gold cross from your necklace was able to make an appearance or two.
“You can stop slurping my shit hole now. You’ll have plenty of time to do that later. Help me get my legs down. We need to get going, and I need to install you.
“Install is the right word here. Here, put these wrist restraints on…. Yeah, you ain’t the first faggot I have bound up in here; you ain’t going to be the last either. Normally I would just hogtie you to the bunk, but since I am bobtailing, it would be very rare that we’ll be pulled over by the DoT.
“Here’s some ankle restraints for you to put on as well. I own this trailer outright. I have made a few modifications for my transport of fag meat. These heavy-duty bungee restraints are better than chain or rope. As we roll down the highway, they will keep you in place with your legs spread and secured to the sides.
“Move aside; I need to be behind you. This third bungee will connect your two ankles together. All three will keep you centered with your legs apart.
“Give me your hand. Your wrists will be attached to bungees as well. I’ll have you standing spread eagle naked as we drive the next few hundred miles. When I bought this tractor I made sure that there was a little extra room. Some of these cabs can be so tiny.
“That one went on easy. Now the other.
“…There! How does it feel? No, don’t bother answering. I don’t care.
“Damn you look good, being all stretched out. Your back and ass are nicely welted up. The bleeding seems to have stopped. This is so hot. Arch your back and stick your ass out. I need to fuck it.
“I don’t have much time. Damn you are still loose from earlier. Fuck. This cunt was really made for cock. It’s not going to take me much time. Oh yeah.
“…Mmmmm. Oh yeah. This cunt is going to be used tonight. I contacted my riding buddies. You ever been gang banged by a bunch of gay and bi bikers? They know how to use faggot piece of shits like you. They know who you are and who your papa is. They won’t care that you made those videos demonstrating your love for cock. They’ll probably make their own videos too.
“I’m getting close boy. Tighten up around my dick. Fuck yeah boy. You ready? You ready? Here it comes boy. Ahh. Ahh. Ahhhhhh!!!!
“Damn faggot. You have a righteous cunt. Clamp down as I pull out.
“We got to get going. I still have a few things to add.
“This is one of my creations. It’s like an anal hook except that it’s got a butt plug on the end instead of a steel ball. It goes in your cunt like this. Normally faggots like you struggle, but with the amount of dick you received today, you have one giant gape. It’s affixed to a metal rod that goes from your cunt and up your crack to the small of your back. There this heavy chain will suspend you from the ceiling.
“There’s no bungee on this. It should help you deal with the truck movements. I used to have a slave mounting post with a dildo mounted on the top, but it was too cumbersome to work with in this tight space.
“This collar gets secured to the chain as well. Nothing puts a fag slave in its right frame of mind than a collar being locked on. Well, excluding a back full of welts and cuts.
“This necklace and its gold cross is coming off. You don’t need it anymore….
“Shut up! That was a statement of fact, not an invitation for an open discussion…. I don’t give a shit who gave it to you.
“…Open your mouth. …You are the reason why God created gags. Hold still, I just got to buckle it on. …There! No more talking for you. You’ll be blindfolded, but there are other things I need to show you.
“Hold still. I need to get in front. Can’t much drive while standing behind you. Oh, I should hang this from the roof as well.
“OK move aside, now. …There! You look good there all spread out.
“But I’m not done. You need to be wearing my jewelry…. The first is a pair of titty clamps, and not just any titty clamps. These have weights dangling from them. It hurts, doesn’t it?... Good. Second set goes on. Ha! You can’t pull away. Those bungee cords and the anal hook pull you right back in position.
“They’ll be tight, but you will still have blood flow. Damn that looks better dangling on your chest than some gold chain with a cross.
“Oh lookie there! With all that I am doing to you, your pecker is semi hard. And look at those balls! They are just hanging there. Don’t worry. I have something for them too.
“This is a ball collar. It’s flat and wide. It opens, closes, and locks in place rather easily Your sack fits in very comfortably in the half-inch space between the front and back pieces, but there is no way that either ball will be able to squeeze through. Once it’s on, like I just locked it in place, there ain’t no way it’s coming off unless I allow it.
“Feels fine, doesn’t it?
“The other interesting feature is that it has a ring in the center of the front and a matching one in the back. And wouldn’t you know, I have weights to attach to it. That’s one, …and that’s the second.
“Oh look at those balls getting pulled away. Fuck that’s hot.
“I should say that the weights on your titties and your balls are attached with a strong elastic connector. So they are going to be bouncing around. Every pothole I hit, every uneven part of the road, every gear shift, this cab rocks back and forth.
“We are bobtailing. That means that there’s no trailer, no trailer to stabilize the movements of the tractor. It’s going to be a bumpy ride, and those weights are going to be bouncing all over the place.
“You ready to get rolling?
“Oh wait. There’s one more thing. I need to show you this….
“…You look puzzled. I bet you are thinking, why does a truck driver have a toilet brush? There are no toilets in this cab… well no porcelain ones. I can’t speak to your talents… yet.
“And look at it. It’s an expensive one. Solid metal handle. The bristles are firm. I would hand it to you to feel, but your hands are otherwise occupied. Trust me when I say this. This fucker is heavy.
“Before coming to stand in front of you I hung a very elastic cord from the roof about 6 inches behind you. This brush now hangs from it. With every movement of this cab, it’s going to bounce and swing all around behind you. It may even strike you, reaching anywhere from your thighs to your shoulders. Your bloody welted back is a certainty.
“Hey! I just had a great idea. Let me take your necklace and wrap it around the bristles. That way as it strikes your back, you can thank your dad and thank Jesus.
“Ok blindfold on. My secondary dash cam is filming your struggle. And lastly, my noise canceling headset will be on. If I can find one of your dad’s sermons on the evils of the gays, I will blast it for you to hear. Found one. “Let’s get rolling. Damn, not even into third gear and the screaming have begun.”
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Filthy Animals
Shawn sighs trying to focus on his algebra book again to study as he hears all the noise coming from the living of the apartment he shared with his roommate.
He couldn't have any worse luck than living with the most sexist, grossest, filthiest, and DUMBEST guy he've ever met, Jaden was watching the football match with his bunch of good-for-nothing bros again, or apes, like Shawn liked to call them, filling the house with the obnoxious sound of their dumb laughs and bodily functions, Shawn swore he couldn't pass five minutes without hearing (or smelling, even from his room) a belch or fart those ogres would let out, and then giggle like toddlers cuz it was so much fun for them.
"BOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPP" the jock lets a fat bassy belch out after drinking a whole can of beer "Woooh Broo! Hahaha, that was a fucking BEAST! ah?" He says joking with his slob peers as they all agreed while watching the game or commenting about the breast or butt from the cheerleader girls they were dating on.
It was already enough for him, as he made his way out of his room decided to confront him, he found him on the couch wearing nothing but his nasty underwear and a hand under it as he scratched his balls casually, Shawn grimaced.
"Y'all will never behave?! I can hear your disgusting noises from my room, You animals!" He said, almost red from rage, but Jaden simply letted a goofy laugh with the dumb smile and look he always had, same with his dudes.
"Lil bro, relax a bit, we're bonding as we men should do, you afraid to cut the cheese or what?" he smirked as he lifted one of his legs and pointed right at Shawn, he grunted and before the poor guy could do anything "Protein fart bomb!".
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!
The putrid stink of the protein combined with the beer and all that food he and his friends were eating hitted Shawn almost immediatly, making him gag and feeling nauseus, wanting to run to the bathroom and throw up, while Jaden was having a good laugh and fist bumping with his all his bros, some even responding with another fart just to bother Shawn more "Damn i fucking stained my briefs with that one hahaha" Jaden said smiling, and it was no joke as even Shawn could see the brown mark on them, horrifying him.
"Ewwww! STOP YOU BRUTE!" He covered his nose "You are an ANIMAL" he hissed giving him a killer look.
"What is your damn problem?" It was then when Jaden got done with his whines and looked at him "Why dont you fucking relax and start acting like a man? You could even join us if you wanted" He offered, for Shawn's surprise, but the nerd was so mad that he made a disgusted face at the idea of it.
"I wouldn't join a group of slobs without manners who only know how to think with their cocks and fart or belch non-stop like fucking pigs, You are so dumb that you cant even count past 10 or say your own names correctly!" He stated, The jocks made overexaggerated gasping sounds, seeming offended by it, Jaden just stared with a neutral expression, his 'you're dead already' look perforing him deeply. Shawn quite started to fear him once he lost his sudden dose of courage.
"We'll see who ends up being the animal here, lil bro" was all the jock said before focus on the game again, leaving Shawn with a bad feeling running throught his spine as he rushed back to his room.
"Idiot... He just wants to scare me" He said as he seated again in his chair to continue his studying for the rest of the night, A little worried tho, for Shawn he just said the truth, but he didn't know what the immature and stinky athlete could do to him, time after overthinking about it he decided go sleep, unaware of the plan the Jocks at the living were making in that moment.
During the next morning, Shawn woke up around 9 am, so he supposed Jaden would probably be at the gym before his training, he got out his room and walked to kitchen to have some breakfast, but to his surprise he was there, still in his undies as always when he was home , eating some brownies from a plate that was in the table, before smiling at the nerdy guy "Brodaah!, you want some of these? My girlfriend brought me brownies cuz she made some for the annual campus event tomorrow, but i can share" he said, as innocently as he could sound, Shawn narrowed his eyes at him and then at the brownies
"If you farted on them i swear i'll throw them to you" he threatened, Jaden rolled his eyes, grabbing another "Bro, grab some, i didn't put anything nor poisoned them, ya paranoid" He said "I left the white chocolate ones for you, i ate the rest"
The pale guy doubted for a sec, but then he thought that Jaden maybe couldn't even be that smart to think on something to ruin the food, he was the last of his class and his IQ didn't pass over 65.
He slowly extended his arm, and picked up a brownie, he sniffed it before "Smells a bit rare... What did she use to bake them?"
Jaden simply proceeded to shrug "they tasted good to me, just try one bruh! You wont regret" The jock said once again, Shawn looked at it unsure of what to do, after some eternal seconds, he sighed and finally bited the brownie, gulping it down his throat once finished
"Eh... Actually it wasn't so bad-" He got interrupted by a huge growl, coming from his deep gut in his stomach, he held it in pain with a hand, and somehow for some reason he started to feel a bit... Bloated.
"What the hell was in that?!" The nerdy guy looked in horror the taller jock, who just dedicated him an evilish and satisfied grin.
"You'll see, lets just wait it does its effect" He said, Shawn tried to run, but he couldn't move neither "This is bullsh-..SHIOOooOOOUUURRRRPP" a wet then deep and smelly belch made its way out of him out of nowhere, but instead of feeling ashamed, that burp seemed to take all the worry out of him and leaving him on a slacking and relaxed state.
"Cool haha" Jaden approached him, seeing the scrawny boy with a lost look standing there "Now we can start... Where should we... You said we were animals, but what if i tell you you are one too? Man, you even smell worse than me, just sniff your pits!"
Shawn proceed to lift his arm and sniff deeply, he showered daily, but now his armpits immediatly took a fetid and rank odor that could make even the strongest faint.
"And you also said we dont have manners, remember? You dumbass, we both know your fumes are deadly, you love to let it rip bruh hahaha"
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!
That blast made Shawn's pants vibrate at the bass from that fart, with each gas he letted out, his expression seemed more and more relaxed and drool scaped from his lips.
"You forgot you are such a dumb jock" Shawn made a goofy laugh at that as he scratched his butt.
"Such a dumb and gross jock"
"BOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRP" was Shawn's response this time.
"You truly are an animal, dude, so dumb and filthy i cant imagine how you are even able to talk haha"
"Du... Dumb hahaha" A new deep voice came out of his throat, and then he belched again before grinning stupidly.
"Oh and, for the record" he made a pause "I did farted on those brownies, but just yours man, and Bryan could possibly rubbed them in his ass... And Wesley maybe burped on them too, i dunno, just enjoy the extra flavor haha"
Shawn never felt more dizzy or dazed in all his life, not that it mattered now tho, his life now was being a hot dumb and smelly jock, blasting burps and farts as if it was his own breath, it felt good to be dumb, it felt good to act like a man.
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All Mine. | Bada Lee x Reader
°SUMMARY:
𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.
°CW:
𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 (𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢), 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖
°AN:
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶!!
You were not the skinniest growing up. Out of all your siblings, you were the one with "some meat on your bones," as your mother would say. You never really noticed your weight gain until high school.
You were always the "token fat girl" in your friend group. Always the butt of the joke, people seem to forget that you are a human and that you have feelings as well. But, of course, you would laugh along even though deep down you want a huge sink hole to form in the school lunchroom floor and swallow you whole.
You began to notice how the girls in your grade had the "perfect body" that every guy desired, and the every girl wanted. Bada Lee was one of those girls. She had the body of a dancer, slim figure, tone abs, long limbs and a round ass. Every girl wanted to be her or be with her, and every guy wanted to be with her.
So you were quite confused why Bada wanted to pursue you and not all the girls with the "perfect bodies." The more you tried to avoid her, the more she would try, and she never stopped.
"Hey, beautiful."
"Hi.... Bada."
"So... when are you gonna let me take you out?"
"You want to... take me out?"
"Yes."
"Like on a date?"
"Yes. Are you surprised?"
"A little bit, I guess?"
"Why?"
"It's just... nevermind. Sure."
"So, it's a date?"
"Yes, Bada, it's a date."
Let's just say the date was a success. You never felt so beautiful and so wanted until that night. Bada made you feel so safe to be yourself around her. Now, of course, it took some time.
"Hi, my love. You look so beautiful tonight."
"Thank you, Bada. You look beautiful as well."
"Well, you ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go."
The night was perfect. She was perfect and so gentle with you. But Bada noticed as the date went on, you had barely touched your food while she stuffed her dinner down her throat like she was starving. Bada even ordered dessert for the two of you to share, but you didn't even touch it. When Bada asked 'why you were not eating?' You would just reply 'I'm not that hungry.'
That was a complete lie, you were hungry, very hungry. Your stomach growled as you watched Bada enjoy her dinner while you pick at your food, taking the smallest bites as your body begged you to JUST FUCKING EAT ALREADY. You couldn't. No matter how hard you tried. You just couldn't bring yourself to eat without feeling like you were the biggest bitch in the room, like a pig even.
The drive back to your place was quite silent besides that light sounds of music playing from the radio and Bada's hums along to the lyrics of the song. Pulling up to your house, Bada offered to walk you to your front door.
"I'll walk you to your door, if you are okay with that?"
"Yeah... It's okay."
You had this question lingering in the back of your mind. You just wanted to know why. Was this some kind of joke between Bada and her friends? Was she just trying to get in your pants? To see how fast you'd give it up? What is this for?
As the two of you reached the front door of your home, you turned towards Bada. You waited to see what she would try, what she was going to do, but she just stood there head tilted in confusion.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to try something?"
"What do you mean?"
"Bada, stop playing with me. I mean, look at me. Why did you ask me out? Was this a joke, or are you trying to fuck?"
"Well, I am looking at you, and I see the most beautiful girl in the world right in front of me. There's no joke, and no, I am not trying to do anything with you that you don't want."
"Bada, please don't lie to me. I'll do it if that's all you want from me. Come on."
"Hey.... wait."
You grabbed Bada's wrist and turned to walk into your home, but Bada pulled you back, facing her as tears rolled down your chubby cheeks. Bada grabbed your face, looking into your tear filled eyes. Her thumbs gently wiped the falling tears away, but they just kept falling.
"I don't want sex from you. I want to get to know you, and whatever happens after that happens. Everything will be your call, and I will listen."
"Okay."
"I do want to kiss you right now. Is that okay."
You slowly nod your head as a smirk appears on Bada's lips. Your body began to tense as Bada leaned down into the kiss. Her breath tickled your lips as Bada's lips ghosted against yours. Bada pressed her soft, pillow like lips onto yours. Her lips were sweet and slightly sticky from her dessert from tonight's dinner. You moaned at the feeling of Bada's lips against yours. This was such a new feeling for you as you found yourself wanting more than just this kiss.
Bada pulled away from the kiss causing you to stumble forward a bit. Bada chuckled as she grabbed your waist to prevent you from falling. You quickly thanked Bada for the night as you turned to open your front door, twisting the knob. Fuck it's locked.
"You might want to unlock it first."
"Goodbye, Bada."
"Okay, I'll leave. Call me later. See you at school."
"Yeah, see ya."
Which brings you here. You and Bada are in your twenties, in a happy relationship but that doesn't mean you don't have your struggles. As long as the two of you have been together, you still have yet to have any intimacy other than kissing. Bada hasn't even seen you naked if you had to change you would ask Bada to leave or go into the bathroom. Bada noticed but she kept her word from when your first date back in high school. It was your call and she would listen.
Even when kissing, Bada would begin to feel you up, rubbing your thighs and ass. Sometimes, her hands would go under your shirt, and she rubbed on your puggy stomach and love handles. You loved the feeling of her touch but you can't help but feel so fucking disgusting and you would remove her hands, completely killing the mood.
You hated this. You hated feeling like this, and you feared that eventually Bada would grow tired and go get sex from elsewhere. You wanted to more than kissing with Bada but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You felt so disgusting without clothes on. You can't even look at yourself in the mirror without pointing out everything you hated about yourself.
Bada was getting ready to leave out to run some errands as you laid in bed still in your head scarf and bonnet. Bada placed the finishing touches on her outfit and turned towards you for your ruling.
"Soooo, how do I look, baby?"
"Sexy as hell. I don't think you should go. Stay here with me, bae."
"Oh, princess, I won't be long. It'll be so quick."
"Fine."
"You're so cute."
Bada leaned over onto the bed placing a light peck on your lips not wanting to mess up her light face of makeup. You pulled Bada back in for another kiss causing her to chuckle into the kiss.
"Okay, baby. You gonna mess up my makeup."
"Sorry. I just love you so much."
"I love you too, sweet girl but I have to go."
"Bye, I love you. Be quick, please."
"I love you more." *kiss*
"Impossible." *kiss*
"Okay, I seriously need to go. Bye."
You watched as Bada grabbed her bag and keys to leave, and you decided to get up and start your day since you were already awake. You walked into the bathroom and started up the shower, stepping in after the water heated up. After your shower, you reached over to grabbed your robe to wrap yourself in but you don't feel it, sticking your head out of the shower to look, it really was not there and your towel wasn't either.
"Fuck. I left them on the bed."
You stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile floor of the bathroom as the cold air hitting your body. You hissed at the feeling. You will never forget your shit after this ever again. You walked into your bedroom walking over to grab your robe when the bedroom door bust opened causing you to yelp and freeze in fear.
"Baby, I forgot..."
"BADA! WAIT!"
You quickly turned your body away from Bada's glance, crouching down to give yourself some type of shelter for your body as you reached for your robe.
"Let it..."
"Bada..."
You glanced over your shoulder at Bada, who was just staring at your exposed skin. Bada's Adam's apple moved up and down as she gulped down the saliva that began to build up in her mouth.
"Stand up for me, baby. Come over here."
"Bada..."
"Come stand right here."
You shuffled to your feet slowly with your arms still wrapped around your naked body as walked over to Bada with your head hung in shame and embarrassment. The walk to the other side of the room seemed so long, even though Bada was right there close enough to pull you towards her. Bada tilted your head up as the two of you stood in front of the full body mirror. Bada wrapped her arms around your waist, looking at you in the mirror as her lips placed light pecks along your neck and shoulder.
Your eyes flutter as you feel Bada's lips against your skin. You loved the feeling, but you were fighting the urge to remove Bada's arm from your waist.
"Princess, I want you to look at yourself and tell me what you see."
You began to pick your body apart piece by piece, limb by limb. There's that scar, the hip dips, the fat stomach, the fat thighs, the stretch marks, more scars, and more things you just hated about your body.
Just a disgusting pig.
The image of the two of you began to blur as tears pooled in your eyes. You tried to speak but the words would not forms as if your heart jumped into your throat, making it difficult to breathe or speak. You couldn't utter the words of what you see in that mirror as you stare at yourself. All you could do is leave gut wrenching sobs.
"Well, what I see when I look at you, my love. I see my beautiful wife and the girl I have love since the first time I laid eyes on her."
"I love everything about you. Your scars, your imperfections, and I overall love you and I'll never stop no matter what."
"I have never felt disgusted or ashamed to show you off to anyone. I have always introduced you as my wife because I knew that you were going to be my wife one day."
"You are who I want, no one else. Only you."
Bada lifted your wrist to her lips placing light kisses upon your scars, some fresh and some old but there was still pain. Bada turned your body to face her, looking down at your slit up wrist and back at your tear stained face.
"Promise me, you will never do this again."
"Never again, I promise."
Bada grabbed your face, gently placing her lips against yours. This kiss felt different, nothing like the others. There was a sense of guilt from both sides. You felt guilty for not coming to Bada about your problems, and Bada felt guilty for not asking and not being there for you in that way. You pulled away from the kiss, giving Bada a reassuring smile as she did the same.
"I love you so much. Never forget that."
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hiiii!! can i request separate HCs for Yandere Kisaki Tetta, Bonten Mikey, and Sanzu Haruchiyo where Y/N has like a big appetite and eats a lot but suddenly stops bcs ppl are bullying her for that?? Thank u so much!
TW:YANDERE CONTENT, MINORS DNI, PSUEDO-CANNABILISM isthatevenathing, VIOLENCE, DEATH AND TORTURE MENTION
Yandere!Kisaki Tetta
Bitch, he does not put in those extra hours at the office for you to not enjoy your Wagyu Tomahawk steak, specially prepared and basted to the perfect temperature.
Knows right away when you don't finish your usual 4+ plates. "Darling, is there something wrong with the caviar?" "Kisaki, do you think I'm fat?" "Fucking what-"
But no really, whoever made fun of you is going to get it. He works hard to have the supreme joy of being able to feed you the very best at all times whenever you want.
Gourmet sushi? He'll have a chef from Sukiyabashi Jiro come in to serve you. Duck Confit? He's got a French master flown in the next day. Mcdonalds? ....he owns a few for your sake but he's not too happy about it.
His beloved is a foodie and she's going to enjoy food goddamnit. And the idiot that made her feel bad? Well he's being fed to some award winning pigs he'll be happy to dine upon later....
Yandere!Mikey Sano
He doesn't have very many joys in his life now that he's lost so much and is the head of the notorious Bonten group. But what does brighten his life a little is sharing meals with you.
You're the only person that can get him to eat so much, even his closest underlings notice that when he's with you he's chowing down food like never before. So long as you are spoon feeding him, he'll eat every bite.
Also loves how much you eat. You love food and he loves you if this is how he can bring you joy then he'll make sure you've got plate after plate. But the second you try to say "I'm not hungry..." he knows somethings up.
Finds out who's been making fun of you and makes sure they starve slowly and painfully. "If my Y/N doesn't get to enjoy food, then neither do you."
Eventually convinces you it doesn't matter what others say and spoon feeds you for a change. "C'mon, its you're favorite. Say ah~"
Yandere!Sanzu Haruchiyo
Loves the fact that you eat like a beast. No one can put it away like his baby and he thinks all that good food goes straight to his favorite plushy places >:3c!!!
Miiiiiiight have a bit of food kink. "Your lips look so good around that hotdog but I got somethin' else you can deep throat-! OW!" Ok ya, he knows to leave you alone when you eat....
When he notices you're not eating as much though he does try to ask about it. "What? Is it the coke? That shit'll mess up your appetite babe. Wait you're not on drugs?"
Puts two and two together and doesn't accept that as a reason for not eating. "Don't worry bout that fucker baby, daddy'll handle it. Now open wide, I got some nice steak here for ya~"
He's a total perv, but he still loves you very much. Feeds that asshole that made fun of you to sharks. Then has the sharks killed, and made into sushi and soup. He wonders if you'll think it tastes good.
#yandere tokyo revengers#yandere manjiro sano#yandere mikey sano#yandere kisaki tetta#yandere sanzu haruchiyo
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okay maybe a hot take but even though I’m as ACAB as they come, I don’t. uh. Love those jokes about how cops are pigs because they eat donuts like crazy. Because I see people MUCH more willing to call cops pigs if they’re fat. I only ever see the “donut” jokes about fat cops. and believe me, fat people see those jokes. I hate cops more than pretty much anything but if you are so willing to make fun of them for being fat or “donut eaters” because of their body type then maybe don’t because there are much better things to criticize pigs for. People act like “pig” is a synonym for “fat ugly cop who just sits around eating donuts” but it’s not. All cops are bastards, all cops are pigs. Fat cops are not pigs because they’re fat, they’re pigs because they’re fascists. Stop throwing fat people under the bus in your righteous anger at cops.
not to mention that being ACAB is about fighting anti-Blackness and other forms of bigotry, but fatphobia is intrinsically rooted in racism, anti-Blackness, misogyny, and queerphobia, so defending fatphobia is not very ACAB of you in the first place.
anyways fuck ALL cops.
#🌌when the stars align ; reigns rambles🌌#tw fatphobia#tw police#tw cops#ACAB#all cops are bastards#black lives matter
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You wake up in a delirious haze, wondering what happened and why there are holes in your memory. Last night is a blur, but you can remember one thing. You ate, a lot. The soft gut that had slowly grown pooling in your lap, your tits heavy and sore. Your skin itchy and taut making way for new stretchmarks. When the binding to your hands became apparent, fear washed over a tsunami and flooded your psyche. You were wanting to take a shower because of the residue left over from last night's feast and all of the jostling from your recent realization let a stifled burp escape your plump lips. Thinking everything would be ok in the end, you relax and give up trying to escape your bindings. It wasn't worth it anyway, it kept making you jiggle! Even after you stopped, that pudgy gut continued to wobble. Your fat double chin quivered as the homegrown bingo wings that hung where there were once muscles undulated. As soon as you realized you were hungry, you heard your front door open and froze. Hunger always seemed to pervade now, and it only took you noticing that fact to gorge yourself. The fearful invader approached ever closer smelling of a sweet vanilla. They seemed familiar, and as they put their hand onto your rounded gut, you couldn't help but feel *odd*. . .
As this is happening your rotund tummy let out an audible groan of hunger, "I guess it's time for you to eat hog". It starts out innocent enough, being fed bite after bite of food. The portions do increase, yes, but it feels so comfortable, so caring, so *safe*. You get secure enough to speak up and communicate, "I'm full, do you think we could stop? I've already had so much. . ." That was a mistake, as the mysterious stranger stops feeding you and stands up in a slow deliberate fashion. "The pig thinks they can speak up, huh? You're a fucking fatty who can't control themselves around food. Look at this gut, it's massive. You have stretchmarks about everywhere I can see. Hell, everyone knows what a greedy glutton you are, and I'll make sure you're NEVER anything else." They grab the beginning belly hang and shake your fat belly like it's a sac of melted marshmallows. The rest of your body follows suit and being unable to control the wobble of your body, you whimper. You know you've let go recently, you used to be so small. You used to work out and be healthy. You used to be able to fit nice clothes. You used to be able to control yourself, but you had a dark secret. You *wanted* this. You know you shouldn't feel this way, but it reignites your hunger and makes you feel as *odd* as before. The intruder gets up after feeding you everything there and goes into the kitchen. The sound of the blender whirring to life is heard and begins to drive you wild. You can't wait, and let out a little burp from unsettling what already rests in your greedy gut. When they come back, they're carrying the entire the pitcher and hold it under your nose. It's so rich and creamy smelling, you know it's going to destroy your waistline. "I see the look in your eyes so I know you want it. Before you glut yourself I'll go ahead and enlighten you on what's in here. I've put Mass Gainer in here, heavy cream, ice cream, sugar, chocolate syrup, and a few boost shakes I had to up the calories." You can't imagine drinking it all since you're already so full from everything they've made you eat, but you have no choice. They tilt your head back and slowly pour it down your throat. Not all of it makes it into your greedy maw, and it runs off the sides of your mouth, and you can feel the cold liquid trail down your chest and belly. It's getting everywhere at this point, but you can't stop to clean up. You have about a third of it left and your tummy is so stretched out. Your stretchmarks itch and you can feel new ones forming. You squeeze your eyes shut and force the rest down into your engorged body and before you know it it's done. "Good job piggy, you did a really job tonight." You give a strained smile as you try to respond, but they stop you. "It's ok baby, we really pushed you today." They undo your bindings and release your hands. That poor tummy can finally get the rubs it deserves, and a couple small burps force their way through your cream covered lips. "Guess that means you've got some more room in there, but we'll worry about that later. Let's get you comfortable." They help you up and y'all head to the bedroom. It was a slow, laborious waddle to the room assisted by your partner. Now cuddling together in the bed with your partner giving your strained tummy the rubs it so needs, you can't help but to think about how excited you are to do this again tomorrow. . .
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Public feeding pt 2
disclaimer: nsfw
As he took a bite from my plate, I felt a sudden urge to feed him, to watch him eat until he was completely stuffed.
Without thinking, I picked up my fork and started feeding him, bite after bite. He ate eagerly, his eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal wash over me.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice low. "Feeding me, watching me eat like a pig."
I nodded as I continued to feed him. He groaned as he took another bite, his hand moving to rest on my thigh.
"You know what happens when you fatten me up like this," he said. "I get so fucking horny, and I need to fuck you senseless."
I grinned at his words, feeling a familiar heat start to pool between my legs. "Is that so?" I teased, feeding him another bite. He nodded with his mouth full.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You know what I want to do to you?" he whispered. "I want to bend you over this table and fuck you hard while everyone watches. I want them to see how much of a filthy little slut you are, getting wet just from seeing me eat"
I squirmed in my seat, feeling exposed and aroused. "Shut up" I muttered, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth.
He chewed and swallowed the food, but he wasn't done yet. He trailed his fingers along the inside of my thigh, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through my body. "Oh, come on," he breathed "don't pretend like you're not enjoying this. I can tell how turned on you are right now.”
“You won't mind putting on a little show for me right here in this restaurant, will you?" Before I could even register what he meant, his fingers were already inside of me, stroking and teasing. I gasped and dropped the fork I was holding, the clattering sound of metal against porcelain drawing the attention of a nearby table.
He placed the fork back in my hand and I knew exactly what he wanted. I started feeding him, bite after bite, while he continued to pleasure me with his other hand.
I moaned softly as his fingers slipped in and out of me easily, and he chuckled. "You're so responsive," he murmured. "I barely even have to touch you to get you wet."
"You know what I love about you?" he continued, his voice dripping with seduction. "You're such a dirty little feeder, feeding me like a pig and getting off on it. It's like you want me to get so big and fat that I can't even move, just so you can have your way with me."
I couldn't deny the truth of his words as I squirmed in my seat, and despite my efforts to maintain composure, he made it impossible as he continued to play with me. With each stroke, his fingers curled and twisted, hitting all the right spots, while his thumb rubbed my clit, causing me to gasp and grip onto the tablecloth.
"I bet you like that idea, don't you?" he said, his voice low and seductive. "Fattening me up, just so it feels better for you when we fuck."
I tried to keep calm and continue feeding him, but he was making it nearly impossible. He squeezed my thigh under the table, a clear demand for more food.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked when he noticed I stopped feeding him, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Or do you want me to keep going until you come all over my fingers?"
I nodded before picking up another forkful of food and feeding him, my body trembling with pleasure. He ate it eagerly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Fuck, that's good," he groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I watched him enjoy the food I had fed him.
"You've made me so fat and greedy, you know? It’s because you’re always feeding me like this," he continued, slipping another finger inside me. "And you've made me so damn horny in public, teasing me like a little slut."
"Fuck," he muttered suddenly, breaking the rhythm of his fingers inside me. "My clothes are getting a bit too tight." he complained, tugging at the waistband of his pants.
I couldn't help but smirk at his complaint, knowing that I had caused him to eat beyond his limits. But he wasn't amused.
"You think it's funny, huh?" he growled, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me close. "Wait until we get home”
#N$FW !!!!#I was fighting demons#i apologise for this#i love dom feedee/sub feeder stuff too much i had to do it#mean dom feedees make me melt bye#lame ass story title#gothfeedergf posts
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Ugh eyes may have been a little too big for Chick-fil-A, but I got through two sandwhiches and 15 nuggets 😩.
I literally look like a solid globe like seriously what the fuck. I don't know why I can't stop myself from eating until it gets to this point. And after three days my entire gut is solid with food and fat packed onto it.
I feel so heavy and slow right now, waddling through the house with my big gut swinging out in front. Ugh I need so belly rubs so bad after making such a pig of myself 😩
This was all so much fun, I know my waistline is gonna remember all of this and more 😬
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