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write about someone being blackmailed to gain weight and hating watching it happen to themselves? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

That stupid letter.

"68kg by the end of the month. Or else I air your dirty laundry."

Dread had been clear on your face as you reread it half a dozen times. Truth be told, you were convinced you could work off the pounds the minute the black mail ended, whenever that would be.

You'd bulked up your shopping list to includes chips, cookies, brownies, cakes, milkshakes, processed and sugary foods practically dripping with calories. After nearly 10 minutes of staring, you'd finally begun working your way through the calories.

Now here you were, 3/4s of the way through the month and your pants had begun to ache on your waist. Each chew brought your newly made double chin bobbing on your collarbone and a disgusted grimace on your face. Your shirt has ridden up a good deal now, showing your potbelly that had swollen to rest on your legs. Friends had shot you dirty glances and judgemental stares and you were well aware why.

Before, you'd have been being praised for your slim figure, but here you were, laying on your couch with a stomach that felt like a stone weighing you down in place. The box of donuts rested on the crest of your swollen gut and the cream filling had dribbled down your chins, but you knew you still had a dozen or so pounds to go. With a strained groan, you got up to grab your phone and order a pizza. Nothing fit any more, and a pair of sweatpants had gone from "barely used" to "hanging on by a thread" as your body bloated from all the unused calories.

Your belly swung as you stumbled forward, grabbing a table for support as you moved with sluggish steps to your phone. The minute this was over, you'd be right back at the gym, working off every pound, fighting to get yourself back to that slim figure you knew so well. Then you wouldn't look a bloated swine.

Though the end of the month came. And all you got was another letter. And this one proclaimed no release. Instead, proclaiming:

"70kg. End of next month. Make it happen."

you guys work almost faster than i can draw! here's the second part, the poor boy's so hungry now :33

first part

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Going with a BF who always tries to work out but he lets me prepare his pre-workout and protein shakes for him. So naturally, after a while I start trading out his protein shakes for mild gain shakes. At first it's not that noticeable and he's still able to burn most of the calories he's taking in, but as time goes on, I keep upping the severity of the gain shakes. And he soon begins making excuses as to why he's skipping his trip to the gym. And no matter what, you know his genuine reasoning is always that for him it's two embarrassing to go to the gym after he develops a muffin top over his sweat pants. His abs turn to flab and then rolls and he begins mumbling about needing to up his workouts on the few days that he does actually go out to the gym. But by this point since he's mostly at home and it's easier for me to pack him full of calories, you don't think it'd help much. Offering him food when he's not fully paying attention, giving him sweets but claiming the calorie and sugar intake is lower than it is. Eventually he just stops caring and the pounds really begin to pack on. Outgrowing almost all of his clothes till only his sweatpants fit him, and even those are hanging on by their last seams. Every trip up the stairs leaves him grunting and panting as if he'd just done one of his old routines. Every drive past the gym leaves him embarrassed, but the shame doesn't seem to last, as he scarfs up the 6 double cheeseburgers and two large sodas I just got him. I tease him but he insist he's just bulking for whenever he starts going to the gym again.

need me a man who holds me in a chokehold while he forces his fat cock in and shushes me with a "easy girl, easy" as if he's breaking in a horse 😵‍💫

Confession time...

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oh you're into feedism? which parent was weird about food

Does anyone else get turned on thinking how easy it could be to let go and gain weight, hopelessly addicted to fast food?

Say you just order everything you actually want off the fast food menu - burgers, nuggets, fries, desserts, snacks, shakes - and as you get bigger, you just add more and more of it all until the 10,000 calorie challenge is no longer a challenge for you, but becomes an everyday occurrence… Leaving you hundreds of pounds heavier, waddling, bursting out of clothes, and insatiable… And the knowledge that you could lose control that much in a year or two?

Woof.

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You'd look lovely on your knees, looking up at me with a soft gaze. Allowed to take your place beside my desk. Curled up on a plush dog bed. Your leash attached to your collar and loosely wrapped around my fist.

Leisurely, I let your head rest against my thigh. I give you a head pat for being so docile and obedient as you slip into a warm fuzzy frame of mind. Your thoughts dulled at the edges, lulled into a relaxed state. The soft clicks of my keyboard as I work fades to the background. Your only task—to be a nice pretty pup at my feet. Adored, cared for, comfortable.

I'll decide whether I want to use you by the end of the work day or not. Imagining the way your eyes will slip closed. Soothed by the weight and feeling of my thick cock filling your drooly little mouth. Lapping and licking to your hearts content. Tasting my skin, taking in my scent like a good puppy should. No clear goal in mind to make me cum or rush, just pure sensual enjoyment.

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if you put a vibrator wand underneath an angels wing right where it connects with the shoulder blade you can make her cum so hard she goes blind btw

Would you rather the older lover be a smug, dominant feeder who wants to see you grow huge? Or would you rather they be a glutton whose metabolism is rapidly slowing and who needs you, young and plump, to be their caretaker and enabler?

Or perhaps both? 😏

I'll have to go with both. I wouldn't mind a smug glutton who needs my help but is also willing to try and get some meat on my bones that I'm thoroughly lacking. Telling them how big they're getting with each passing day of letting me stuff their face, but also finding new curves on myself after a few days of letting them occasionally feed me instead <3

we could be weird together btw if you even care

The thrill of teasing someone under the table, in a restaurant, while they try their best to muffle the moans in fear of getting caught.

Bonus if the embarrassment turns them on :P

Along the same vein as the bloating singer, but imagine someone's standing behind a podium and they have to keep stalling and talking because the minute their speech is over, they have to leave the podium. The only issue is that something's been disagreeing with them for the past half hour, letting air bubbles find their home in the round curve of their belly. Maybe it might not have been noticeable at the beginning of the speech, and if they'd been quick, they might've finished the speech and gone away without much fuss about the subtle curve of their stomach. But now their stomach is tight enough to cause discomfort as they fight to not unbutton their expensive suit. Every sentence is a gradually losing battle against the chorus of burps that attempt to leave their mouth anytime they utter a single syllable. It's getting bad now, nearly every other word is beginning to be a glutinous burp that resounds into the podiums microphone, and they can see the confusion or disgust from the audience. But their bloated stomach looks akin to a puppy with a belly full of worms now, and they're hoping with every fiber of their being that their suit can hold on a little longer and all of this will just go away. Their forehead is beaded with sweat as they belch into the mic again, attempting to stifle it with their palm before eventually getting the burp to stop. Though rather than silence, they're met with a disproving groan and gurgle from their stomach before the lowest button of their suit shoots off, hitting the podium with a soft plink as their stomach pushes forward with the trapped air bubbles.

Gotta be honest I think ‘gluttonous belches’ is gonna be stuck in my head for the next few days, that is a great descriptor-

Also this is some good imagery anon 👀 Generally I’m not that into professional characters belching unless under very specific circumstances but I do like the idea of them trying to hide their growing stomach under a suit 👀

i want to take you to dinner. all you can eat buffet.

we walk in and your shirt is already snug. i find a booth in the corner and squeeze into the side across from you. i’m slim, but i’m pressed against the table. i can’t imagine how you feel heaving the gut i grew around.

i’m in charge of filling your plate. you can’t afford to burn unnecessary calories. i won’t let you. i doubt you’ll be able to stand after i’m done with you, anyways, so there’s no point in trying.

i hand you the first course. it’s more food than most people can eat in a sitting, but it’s just your appetizer. i grab a salad - something light and easy - to snack on while you begin trudging your way towards fullness. i like to watch you take each bite. my leg brushes against yours beneath the table.

we keep doing this over and over again: me piling more and more food on your plate, you licking it clean before i give you a moment of reprieve to undo a button while i go back for the next round. you’re panting and struggling to regain your composure. the shirt you slipped on is now riding up, and no matter how often you pull it down, you find it curved over the line of your stuffed belly.

and oh how stuffed you’ve gotten. i knew you’d struggle against the confines of the booth, but i had no idea just how big you’d get after four courses at the buffet. your shirt is riding up, you’re panting and clutching your swollen gut, and the table presses against the curve of your belly. your eyes plead with me to grant reprieve, so, finally, i slide next to you and begin to dote.

i whisper soft affirmations and run smooth circles over the swell of your belly. you’re packed so tightly that the typically soft surface is taut. the way i’m looking at you can only be described as hungry; you would know. you know people are staring at our scene, but i am not shy about my gentle affection. the way i touch you is intimate.

finally, i help you rise out of the booth. you’re struggling to catch your breath, and i keep a hand on your side with the pride of a farmer leaving the county fair with her blue ribbon pig.

i can only take so much credit. i filled the plate, but you finished it and asked for more.

when we get home, i’ll be the one eating you up 💕

No. The dozens of bags of Halloween candy in my cart aren't for the trick-or-treaters. The hundreds of thousands of calories in caramel, chocolate, nougat, cream, and just pure sugar aren't for the eager kids who'll come by my house next month.

They're for the lovely hog that lives in my house. The one who lays on my couch with a stomach that weighs nearly twice as much as me. The one who can't get to their feet without audibly groaning in exertion as they try to will their legs to work. The one who wears shirts that barely cover their chest, but can't even begin to cover the absolute yoga ball of a stomach that they've developed. The one who asks me to rub their belly when their arms can no longer reach the swollen front of it after a hearty stuffing session.

The one who I'm going to put in a tight, sexy costume and help hand feed the candy to on Halloween night, only stopping when the costume's seams finally pop and all the weight we just packed into them becomes easily visible as their rolls fall forward.

hearing 'good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy' chanted breathlessly over and over while they're ruthlessly pounding you into the mattress. thats it thats the post

Thinking a lot about black nitrile gloves. Wet with my saliva as each finger gets added to my mouth, one at a time until four fingers are making my jaw ache. Thinking about those wet gloved fingers framing my cock as they stroke me with my own drool as lube. Thinking about how they shine and glisten with my desire. Thinking about the contrast with my hard swollen dick, so red and filled with blood surrounded by the darkness of the gloves. Thinking about the squelching noise as each of those fingers begins to stretch my needy hole, the friction met with wetness and moaning and intense pleasure. Thinking about cumming all over those gloved fingers. Thinking about how they will pull them off with a dramatic snap, discarding my mess with a smile.

I'd make you a grilled cheese @ 3 am

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