** Links to playlists on spotify can be found here **
ARIES: “Go!” by Plumtree / “Berlin” by New Politics / “C’mon C’mon” by The Von Bondies / “Shot You Down” by Florrie / “Castro Dies” by Jamie T / “Never Gonna Happen” by Lily Allen / “Sucker” by Charli XCX / “Rock ‘n’ Roll Lifestyle” by Cake / “Did You Miss Me?” by The Veronicas / “Strange Love” by Halsey
TAURUS: “Apollo Throwdown” by The Go! Team / “Suicide Saturday” by Hippo Campus / “Do You Want To Die Together?” by Stars / “Earth, Wind, & Fire” by Jamie T / “I Love You Money” by Lowell / “Bruises” by Chairlift / “One Foot” by fun. / “Drive” by Halsey / “Hurricane” by Panic! At The Disco / “Raspberry” by Grouplove
GEMINI: “Be Calm” by fun. / “Cloud 69″ by Lowell / “Johnny Boy” by Twenty One Pilots / “HELP” by The Front Bottoms / “Take Me To A Higher Place” by Kate Nash / “The Weekend” by Modern Baseball / “Oh Marcello” by Regina Spektor / “Two-Headed Boy” by Neutral Milk Hotel / “Cold Stone Lips” by We Are Twin / “Electric Bird” by Sia
CANCER: “Grow Up And Blow Away” by Metric / “Peach” by The Front Bottoms / “Small Town Moon” by Regina Spektor / “The Worst Thing (Whitey Jam) by Stars / “Impossible Year” by Panic! At The Disco / “You Fooled Me” by Divided By Friday / “Immortal” by Marina and the Diamonds / “Tears Over Beers” by Modern Baseball / “Foundations” by Kate Nash / “Hometown” by Twenty One Pilots
LEO: “Ride (feat. Icona Pop)” by Lowell / “Gold Guns Girls” by Metric / “Huddle Formation” by The Go! Team / “Popular” by The Veronicas / “Greek Tragedy” by The Wombats / “Primadonna” by Marina and the Diamonds / “The Best Thing (That Never Happened)” by We Are The In Crowd / “Everywhere I Go” by New Politics / “Unstoppable” by Sia / “London Queen” by Charli XCX
VIRGO: “Sight Of The Sun” by fun. / “Your Ex-Lover Is Dead” by Stars / “Solitaire” by Marina and the Diamonds / “In The Aeroplane Over The Sea” by Neutral Milk Hotel / “Help I’m Alive” by Metric / “Early Christmas Present” by Kate Nash / “Training Wheels” by Melanie Martinez / “Don’t Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas)” by Regina Spektor / “Hurting Me Now” by Sia / “Obsessions” by Marina and the Diamonds
LIBRA: “Miss Missing You” by Fall Out Boy / “Shampain” by Marina and the Diamonds / “Somebody Loves You” by Betty Who / “LA Devotee” by Panic! At The Disco / “Run Little Horsey” by Apparatjik & Lowell / “Ain’t No Good” by Cake / “Paris” by Kate Nash / “In Our Bedroom After The War” by Stars / “Tonight You’re Perfect” by New Politics / “The Judge” by Twenty One Pilots
SCORPIO: “Kiss Kiss Kill Kill” by Horrorpops / “Bury Our Friends” by Sleater-Kinney / “Goodbye Copenhagen” by New Politics / “All The Rowboats” by Regina Spektor / “Revenge Is Sweeter” by The Veronicas / “War Pigs” by Cake / “Tag, You’re It” by Melanie Martinez / “You - Ha Ha Ha” by Charli XCX / “Pedestrian At Best” by Courtney Barnett / “Peter” by Jamie T
SAGITTARIUS: “Free Tonight” by Divided By Friday / “Teenage Rhythm” by GRMLN / “Skeleton” by the Front Bottoms / “Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time” by Panic! At The Disco / “Rat A Tat (feat. Courtney Love)” by Fall Out Boy / “How To Be A Heartbreaker” by Marina and the Diamonds / “Break The Rules” by Charli XCX / “Maps” by The Front Bottoms / “Lifted Up (1985)” by Passion Pit / “My Friends Over You” by New Found Glory
CAPRICORN: “Casino (Bad Things)” by Houndmouth / “Comfort Eagle” by Cake / “Shake Him Off” by Apparatjik & Lowell / “Message Man” by Twenty One Pilots / “Youth Without Youth” by Metric / “Ballad Of A Politician” by Regina Spektor / “Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At The Disco / “Gold Coins” by Charli XCX / “Gasoline” by Halsey / “Oh No!” by Marina and the Diamonds
AQUARIUS: “Exit Only” by Deerhoof / “Crazy = Genius” by Panic! At The Disco / “Quit This City (feat. Lowell)” by Grandtheft / “Mad Hatter” by Melanie Martinez / “Song Against Sex” by Neutral Milk Hotel / “Fuck You” by Lily Allen / “Take Me To The Riot” by Stars / “Long Live The Kids” by We Are The In Crowd / “We Don’t Believe What’s On TV” by Twenty One Pilots / “Overcome” by New Politics
PISCES: “Gimme Sympathy” by Metric / “Birds” by Kate Nash / “Dead Hearts” by Stars / “Cry Baby” by Melanie Martinez / “My Rollercoaster” by Kimya Dawson / “Walking The Dog” by fun. / “I Killed Sara V.” by Lowell / “Holland, 1945″ by Neutral Milk Hotel / “Sad Songs And Waltzes” by Cake / “Everybody Knows You Cried Last Night” by The Fratellis
I was stirred from blissful sleep by a pleasurable sensation in my groin. I slowly opened my eyes to the flickering light of candles placed around the room and looked down to see Ryan stroking my cock and Scott massaging my belly. A cacophony of aromas surrounded me and I realized that platters of delicious looking foods were placed around the room. Scott softly patted my marshmallowy stomach and murmured “he’s awake.” Was this a dream? I rubbed my eyes, sat up, and before I knew it Ryan was licking my cock and Scott was holding a gooey brownie to my lips. I closed my eyes and chomped down. This wasn’t a dream, it was a sexual fantasy come to life.
I spread my legs further and let Ryan swallow my cock until his nose was buried deep in the flesh of my FUPA. I gulped down the brownie and Scott grabbed a mixing spoon to lift a mound of chocolate mousse to my lips. Ryan’s tongue moved from my cock to my underbelly crease. I was surprised by the newfound sensitivity of that area and a glob of precum fell from my dick as his scruffy face pressed into my softened flesh. He growled like an animal stalking its prey and pushed my belly back letting the cold air brush against my underbelly. Scott then scooped up another mountain of mousse dripping with chocolate syrup and poured it where Ryan’s face had just been. The food somewhat tickled and began dripping into my pubic hair.
“Go at it piggies,” Scott said.
Ryan dipped his head back down and licked my body clean.
“More,” he growled and Scott obeyed.
Progressively Scott began pouring the sugary concoction in new places; in the creases of my thighs, around my cock, and all over my belly. I laid back in sheer pleasure as Ryan crawled on top of me, licking and biting my body all over. Instinctually we mashed our stomachs together, slowly grinding against and caressing each other’s swollen bodies. Scott appeared overcome with lust and removed his pants so that he could stroke his pulsating member while feeding us.
Once the mousse was gone, Ryan plopped down next to me causing the bed to slam against the wall. We were sticky with sugar and sweat. Scott then placed a multilayer cake in front of us on the bed.
“Go,” was all he said.
The two of us shifted our uncomfortably bloated bodies so that we were on our knees and began chowing down on the tiered cake like we were pigs at a feeding trough. Our pace slowed midway through and we began to stuff chunks into each other’s faces as Scott masturbated. Unexpectedly, Ryan began fucking what was left of the dessert, causing cake and icing to get lost in the fat rolls surrounding his prick. I pushed him back and began eating every bit of food that was stuck to his body as he moaned with pleasure. My stomach was becoming uncomfortably distended, as was was Ryan’s, and after the cake was finished we both laid back in a state of pleasure and pain.
Ryan and I must’ve been so exhausted from our feeding session that we dozed off. I awoke to Scott strapping something to my face. I soon realized that Scott was fastening a customized dual funnel to mine and Ryan’s mouths.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I wanted to give you a special dessert for your last night at the Inn,” Ryan replied with a sexy grin across his food splattered face, “along with making sure I get as much blubber packed onto those bones as possible before you leave.”
“And I,” interjected Scott, “am a master at making fat boys fatter.”
I leaned back as Scott began pouring a massive milkshake into the funnel.
I’ve heard it said by many that you don’t become a blacksmith; instead you are born a blacksmith.
The knack for working metal seems to be as innate as an artist’s talent, a writer’s skill or a musician’s ear. It can be taught, yes, but a true master can only be forged from the right stock.
And I’ll tell you now – without the slightest hint of arrogance – that I am quite likely the greatest blacksmith who has ever lived.
Everything to which I turn my hand is flawless. Each piece of steel is wrought in crystalline perfection, the symmetry of the atomic structure uncanny, unnatural. I have forged blades for collectors, enthusiasts, the rich and the famous; each of them the newest pinnacle of my craft, and unmatched by any other blacksmith on this Earth.