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Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 4: Leashed
Word Count: 1504
Thankyou to @fatguarddog for the theme list!
Stuffing, sub x owner, large feedee x small feeder, mobility issues, gender neutral POV
This was actually really fun to write and I may incorporate leashes into other stuff I write now. The thought of a leash through someones sleeve so "holding hands" is still kinky is getting me rn
The lock clicks into place as you trace the length of the leash with your gaze and peer into their eyes, from your knees they feel so far away, so far above you in body and mind. Their hand caresses the side of your face before they lean back and take in your expansive form
"God you look cute like this, just the perfect pig"
You're about to say something in return but they stop you
"Uh uh, no no, livestock can't speak"
Your nose is tickled by the snout they strapped to you as you smile, a sneeze leaving your lips.
"Close, but that's not the sound you make piggy. Come on, let me hear it"
Bashfully you start to grunt and squeal, the embarrassment forming sweat between your billowing rolls. It didn't help that you were naked from the shoulders down, on your cushion like knees against the hardwood. Nor did it help that your partner was wearing a deep black outfit adorned with metal rivets and loops, leaving little to the imagination. Your hips begin to roll side to side, trying to help you ease yourself into this new role as you look to the floor still letting out the sounds you know they want to hear.
They take notice of your pitiful attitude and tug the leash, forcing you to look upwards
"Come on piggy, to the kitchen we go"
Their eyes are as black as their outfit, rimmed with white reminding you of their pure nature. This was just one night, one night of self indulgent fantasy you agreed to because of how much you love them. So you place your hands on the ground and begin to crawl, your belly brushing the ground with long strokes against the cold hardwood. The over hang of your belly sinking further back towards your thighs, you stop for a moment to adjust, just wanting to shift your belly forward and make the journey easier. They tug the leash harder this time, not enough to take you off balance but enough so that you whip your head up to them
"Good pigs keep their head up and eyes forward, just ignore the difficulties and let me do the thinking for you, ok my little glutton?"
A short moment passes but it feels way longer, before you snort in response and accept tonights fate. They start walking again but this time faster, not letting you set the pace as before
"I'm not hearing enough noise pig."
The sweat is dripping off you from both the exertion and embarrassment and you let them hear the symphony they want between sputtering coughs
By the time you reach the kitchen you're exhausted, you haven't had to do this much activity in months, your partner was usually content and enthusiastic to just spoil you as you relax on the couch all day. Always getting up to grab deliveries, refilling your drinks and plates without questions, massaging and caressing your distended middle after stuffings. Indulging your fantasies, you thought you were fulfilling all of theirs but clearly you were wrong, they have a more domineering side you didn't have the opportunity to meet before.
"Sit up piggy and lean back against the dishwasher"
You do as you're told, but the weight of your legs and heft of your belly make it difficult, you're panting, trying to hide it with long breaths and contented sighs
"Just let it out baby. Let me hear how tired your gluttony has made you"
They have the reigns, they have the control, and they have the sex appeal, just give in. You thought to yourself as you finally lean back into the cold metal of the dishwasher. Your partner links the handle of the leash around one of the drawer handles as they go to the fridge. Swinging it open with a calculated passion and staring you down like prey. Their piercing gaze like a void dragging you in, the black holes of their eyes making you submit mentally even more than you had in the previous months.
"Good news pig. Looks like your fat ass was too lazy to raid the fridge while I was at work"
They pull out 4 cartons of heavy cream and toss one to the floor between your knees, right in front of the soft underbelly that has covered your genitals since summer last year.
"Drink it"
You pick it up and pop off the cap as they pull out the blender.
Dumping 2 of the cartons into the blender before tossing the fourth at the floor in your direction. Without looking at you they repeat the order
"Drink it, both of those better be gone before I have this ready"
You snort in response and they smile, you notice their thighs quiver a little and in that moment you recognize how careless you'd been when it came to fulfilling their fantasies. You chug the first carton faster, determined to make them proud and satisfied. As the first carton was done draining down your throat you see them pull a cake and 2 pints of ice cream from the fridge. You lean forward, reaching for the 2nd carton, the leash pulled taught against your neck as the drawer slides out and your gargantuan gut presses against the floor, you grasp the carton, a belch escapes your lips again. Your partner stifles a laugh before locking back into their serious dom persona. Lining their face with cold indifference as they dump the half melted still chunky ice cream into the blender.
You chug the second carton as fast as you can, letting your moans escape as you jiggle your lower belly. They slice the cake, dropping slice after slice into the blender until half the cake is left. Placing the top back onto the blender you hear it whirr to life and you watch the sugary fattening mixture coalesce together into a delicious mass. You remove the carton from your lips, dropping it to the floor, the hollow sound completely overwhelmed by the blender.
As the sound of thousands upon thousands of calories swirling around comes to a close, your partner removes the blender from its base and pops off the lid. Standing before you as they inspect their fattened lazy hog.
"...Wow. You are one greedy fat ass you know that? Dutifully sucking down the cream without a thought, do you even know how many calories you just fucking drank?... Of course you don't, what am I saying. Tilt your fucking head back pig."
They approach you with slow calculated steps and swipe a funnel off the counter, before popping it into your mouth and stick their foot beneath your growing gut. Pressing their toes into your fat pad, they lean over you and begin to pour, quickly filling it to the top before setting the blender down and grabbing the leash. Slowly they wrap it around their hand as you suck down the sugary slop, ensuring they have a tight grip
"What a good piggy..."
You moan through the funnel, the pressure building in your midsection rising and their words hitting your ears causing you to grow incredibly horny. They wiggle their toes and press their foot deeper, you groan
"Oh does my hog like that? I'll keep that in mind, looks like your getting ready for a refill though, would you like a break?"
Quickly you shake your head no, it must've surprised them because their was a substantial pause, but a devilish smile bled through the silence as they dropped the leash to grab the blender again. Pouring the rest of the fattening concoction into the funnel, they kneel down in front of you while holding the funnel above your head, slipping a finger into the link where they locked the leash to your collar. Leaning over you, dominating all you can see, you look into their eyes again as you keep sucking it down, the void pulling you deeper as you hear their heavy breathing.
Both lost in the pleasure and moment, time moves quickly. You can't really remember how long it took to get to bed, or how long it took to get off the ground, you just remember the sound your gut made as it scraped across the cold hardwood and the difficulty it was to move mere inches. Your gut has filled the space beneath you completely.
But you found yourself on the bed with a belly so tight it shone crimson, and their cute evil laugh as they lauded you for your gluttony, clearly enjoying the absolute trainwreck they were witnessing.
As you could feel the food coma coming on they said one final thing that made you know it would all be alright.
"Don't worry pig. Tomorrow you'll have the day you're used to and my loving caring nature will return, but nights like these are gonna happen more often ok? Get some sleep sweet heart"
Your energy is all but gone so you just snort in response.
CANVAS WHISPERS | JJK (teaser) (18+)
paring: jungkook x f!reader, artist jungkook x art student, sadist dom x little sub
genre: dark romance, angst, smut, enemies to lovers, age gap, happy ending (like after innumerable problems)
story content warnings: cursing; smut and mature contents (actually a lot, so be ready *naughty look*); dirty talks; she has a lot of kinks, she's called "little girl" but I have the impression that with a certain kink of degradation of hers she could also be called in other ways; both junkgkook and y/n have traumatic pasts; there'll be mention of panic attacks and depression, as well as the use of sedatives; both don't know love and will learn together what it means to be warmed by each other's human warmth, but first they will hate each other lol.
summery: an art college student and a man met in a museum. he's an artist, she hates his art. he's caos, she's armony. she's scared of the world, he will make her discover it thorugh his art. she keep a diary with all her most forbidden desires, he will read all of them and satisfy each craving of her. unfortunately, this artist does not know kindness; his mind is corrupted by sadistic thoughts that hardly suit a sensitive girl like Y/n, who will soon realize his true nature.
a/n: I'm really happy to finally publish my story. please forgive possible mistakes, english isn't my first language but i will try my best. i ask you to tell me what you think of this teaser, if you have ideas of how the story could be developed according to your own point of view. also, at each chapter i would be glad to hear your ideas about the story and, why not, suggestions that could help me in its development. I thank you immensely @cherryxkush for your valuable work and creativity in producing the fanfiction cover. show her love and support following her!
another note: I will post one chapter at a time every friday, if I have any problems I will let you know.
taglist: @khadeeeeej (thank you for be the first)
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Now enjoy your reading my darlings.
Seoul. Art exhibitions. An intense smell of paint.
This is what, ostensibly, Yun Y/n lived. 21 years old and an innate critical sense, Y/n studied at the prestigious art collage of Seoul. She had been living alone in a small apartment near her collage for quite some time.
She decided to leave her city, Busan, because of her parents, who were too strict and oppressive, in pursuit of her dream of becoming an artist.
However, their strictness led Y/n to close herself off, to act according to a certain pattern. This severity clouded Y/n's creativity: at the collage, she tried in every way to excel in all subjects but ended up failing when it came to painting and, consequently, expressing herself.
Y/n certainly didn't excel in popularity either; in fact, she found herself alone very often. That's why she always carried her secret diary with her. There, until a few years ago, she wrote about her fears, how much her parents scared her, or how how terrifying it was to deal with the world alone. Only in her diary could she be herself.
Things began to change when, one day, Y/n overheard a conversation between two students in the girls' bathroom during the break between classes. They were talking about masturbation, how a certain guy had made one of them reach her climax, and the orgasm he had induced to her.
All this was new to Y/n, and those topics had always been taboo in her house. Even after leaving home, she was afraid to explore her body, to let someone touch her like that, to make her feel pleasure. Y/n had no idea what it meant... so, given that she was a virgin, yet she had to start somewhere.
So she began to touch herself and discover unfamiliar sensations. Every time Y/n reached her climax, her mind was clouded: imagination wandered endlessly, from warm breaths against her neck to a pair of hands that choked her as their owner penetrated her mercilessly.
In her mind, sexual scenarios began to take shape where she was dominated, tied, blindfolded, and Y/n couldn't help but satiate those fantasies as best as she could, whether it was through clitoral stimulation, fingering or with a vibrator. This mattered little: she just needed to find out how much pleasure she was allowed to feel or how long her body could hold such a sensation without bursting into a little cry of pure pleasure. However, it was essential to jot down everything in that diary, which now didn't conceal fears anymore, but her darkest and most forbidden desires.
Of course, she needed someone to help her make them come true. The only problem was that she kept away every guy who tried to get close at her. Or perhaps, she will let get close the one man who she shouldn't have?
Jeon Jungkook, a man whom she would have first described as a "cursed artist": a twisted man with a dark past, childhood traumas, trying to make his way in the artistic world amidst numerous problems and criticisms.
His art was contradictory, obscene, and obscure – everything Yn was not accustomed to.
That man, whom, in her eyes, was nothing but a misunderstood madman, was incapable of making sense of his art. A man who, unlike her, lived by his instincts, fed off of them, and created chaos around him. Chaos that Yn madly hated.
The same madness that every night led her to imagine the many ways in which she would like to be caressed, tasted, touched, kissed, licked, fucked, and then cry with pleasure, over and over again. But remember, she hated that madness!
Yet...