I’m sorry I’ve been so absent recently. Excuses, excuses etc. etc. but basically I’ve had a bazillion work socials, commissions up the wazoo and am severely lacking in sleep. These things combined do not make for good artings.
Have some more fic recs! Knock yourselves out. See if you can spot the thing I said I wasn’t interested in and would probably never read >__> Ahaha ha look how that turned out…
As with any rec list, please pay attention to the tags and warnings <3
all we have to do - 19.5K; klance; Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.
To the Universe and Back with You - 10k (WIP); klance; When Keith took off after the Galra empire fell he left Lance with a broken heart and a whole lot of resentment. Fast forward seven years later and Lance is the only paladin living on Earth, with his cat Peaches for company. It’s not perfect, but he’s happy. That is, until Shiro summons them to form Voltron again…
it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way - 16.5k; klance; Keith is determined to keep his head down while serving out his community service volunteering at the Rex Alfor Memorial Space Muesum, but one rather loud member of staff won’t leave him alone…
shining like the stars - 139k (WIP); shklance; In a bid to help strengthen team Volron and their lion bonds, Allura takes the paladins on a pilgrimage to face the trials in the paladin temples. Keith unexpectely presenting as an omega rather throws a rather large spanner in the works…
Stormchasing - 18k; klance; Lance never intended to spend his vacation chasing after Keith’s premonitions, but here he is. Keith makes bad decision, Lance makes mistakes, and both of them are stuck together on a space pirate adventure neither of them asked for.
Purple Marks and Bleeding Hearts - 46.5k (WIP); klance;
Lance’s newest job is not what the sniper signed up for when he joined team Voltron. This mark shouldn’t be any different from the other Galra, but he is.
Feel the Bonds - 53.5k; klance; Being a paladin of Voltron is honestly the coolest thing that ever could’ve happened to Lance, but the people who should know probably never will. And despite their fighting, Keith is there for him when Lance is feeling particularly homesick.
matt has killed people. this kid had a bounty on him. a bounty high enough for people to search for him. this bitch has Seen Shit. this bitch has Done Shit. this bitch is Matt Holt. that staff? his fav murder weapon.
I never thought I’d reach 500 followers wow so I wanted to do a follow forever because I’ve never actually done one and I don’t know what else to do lol. So here’s a mix of my mutuals and just really great blogs that I love and y’all should check out too <3
PS If I missed anyone please feel free to shout at me I’m sorry :(
Here’s my 1st follow forever / mutual appreciation!
For a mere two months, this humble blog has gained a little fame, all because of you guys. I have received so much joy and support, you guys are my amazing sunshines. From the bottom of my heart with my deepest gratitude, I love you all so much!!! (sheds tears)
man whats up with people shipping john egbert who is literally the Only Straight in the whole comic with some weird and terrible oc that looks exactly like dirk strider i mean talk about unoriginal………….
for the fake au: felix keeps trying to tell mark that its a joke, but he only types " me and jack.. we .. uh" and mark will spam felix with " MARRIAGE? U TWO GOT MARRIED OMG LEMME COME SAY HI SIDJDJDKDKDKDK YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE" and felix can't say anything else
Hey! I’m happy (and scared to death) to announce I’ll be attending my very first US Artist Alley! I’ll be at Anime Weekend Atlanta! So if any of you guys are over there please come and say hi! I’ll be bringing lot’s of prints and merch and I’m really excited about it!
jane sloan is the ultimate bff cause you can tell her you like girls and she’ll still get undressed/change in front of you without a second thought and won’t make any off hand comments that make you feel weird about your sexuality or like you’re being predatory and making her uncomfortable anyway guys watch the bold type
Kit was a good boy. He got straight As in school, went on to a good college and earned the best degree that he could. He played by the rules, stuck to his schedule and made the most of his time. He ate healthily and exercised to stay fit like he was told he should. He didn’t eat or drink to excess and he ensured that he had at least 8 hours of sleep each night. Kit didn’t know any other way to be. He wasn’t spontaneous or hedonistic. He was what he was.
Of course, being the way he was made Kit’s deepest desires seem all the more impossible, and exciting. Ever since he had been little, he had admired the bigger men. Not the muscular body builder types, but he boys who felt free to eat what they wanted and displayed their greedy appetites in the form of a huge beer belly that burst out in front of them. He couldn’t understand why society disliked fat boys. To him, there seemed no better definition of manliness than a guy with a good appetite, overeating, growing heavier and heavier than all of the other puny excuses for men. How he longed to be a man like that, but he knew, it just wasn’t meant to be.
At 25 years old, Kit had finally become qualified and experienced enough to be a sought after employee at an engineering company in the city. Kit had been head-hunted by the firm; he never would have applied for this job on his own, moving such a long way away from everything and everyone that he knew. But Kit also never said no to something that could enhance his life and career prospects so much. And so, with a reluctant heart, he accepted the job offer and started to make preparations for the big move.
Property prices in the city were expensive and Kit didn’t want to waste his cash paying rent for the next twenty years; so he decided to take a room in a share house to save cash, whilst he saved up. It was a short term inconvenience but the longer he could stick it out, the better his chances would be of getting a nice place for himself. Two weeks before starting, Kit went down to look at rooms. He spent his entire Saturday running from place to place, seeing the extremes of what the city had to offer. Finally, he found a place with two friendly girls in a clean, spacious place close to work. Immediately his stress about finding somewhere was gone. This was going to be alright after all. He took the room there and then; the girls were equally delighted they had found someone sane to share with.
Kit still had one more place on his list to visit. It was only a couple of blocks away and he felt rude not going since he had spoken to one of the guys living there that morning and ensured that they would be there to show him around. Not wishing to be impolite, Kit went there anyway.
The place was a much smaller apartment on the first floor of an untidy looking building. He buzzed the apartment and went inside. Walking up the stairs didn’t fill Kit with dread the way it might have done had he not already found a place. He knocked on the door and was greeted by the tenant he had spoken to that morning. His name was Mike. What Kit hadn’t anticipated on the phone was the shape Mike was in. He was tall and big bellied, dressed only in his boxers and an oversized t shirt that already had a stain from the take out noodles he was eating as he answered the door. He looked about five years older than Kit and he filled the entrance space. His face was round and he had a stubbly beard that covered his thick neck and double chin. This was a guy who didn’t care what people thought of him.
‘Hey there, Kit isn’t it? he said, throwing his hand out and catching Kit’s, shaking it warmly. ‘Come in, come in’
‘Thanks,’ said Kit shyly, manoeuvring himself past Mike’s belly as he waited to close the door behind them both. The place looked a mess. Kit could tell this place was lived in by a group of overfed lazy boys. Empty food take-out boxes lay everywhere and the plates stacked up in the sink in the kitchen, whilst the floors looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks.
‘Excuse the mess’ said Mike, closing the door and turning to Kit with his hands on his hips, his elbows almost touching each side of the corridor.
‘There are three of us guys living here and none of us are big into cleaning.’
‘That’s alright’ said Kit, secretly marvelling at the sight of Mike. ‘I’m not into cleaning either’ he lied.
‘The room is here’ said Mike, throwing his hand out to his left. ‘It’s not massive, but it’ll do ya.’ Kit peered inside the dingy room, the unmade bed and empty cupboards. ‘Should have cracked a window open before you came really’ said Mike, twitching his nose.
‘How long has it been empty?’ asked Kit.
‘The old guy, Stuart, left about four months ago when he got married.
We’ve had a few people round to look at the place but no takers yet.’ Kit could see why.
‘Cool’ muttered Kit, pretending to consider the place. He could have left it there, but he decided to make his visit look more genuine by asking to see the living spaces and bathroom. Plus, being around a big man like Mike was fun for Kit.
The bathroom was equally unpleasant and the kitchen was as expected. Four man size chairs scattered across the living room, take out cartons and beer cans intermittently filling the spaces in between. As Kit looked around he heard the lock click in the door and in walked two other men. He heard their deep voices in the corridor before he saw them.
‘Ah, Sam and Dale are back’ said Mike to explain the commotion. He went to the living room door and spoke around the corner to the housemates.
‘Boys, I’m showing a guy around about the room. Come say hi’.
He turned and positioned himself in the corner of the room, hands on hips, making way for the other guys. Sam walked in first, his hand already outstretched, balancing a couple of pizza boxes on his other hand as he leaned across. He was a little older than Mike but more burly looking, not as tall or heavy; bald on top with a thick bushy beard and round pot belly below his fairy solid looking chest. He was dressed in shorts and flip flops, despite the cold and his t shirt, clearly chosen to show off his fairly thick chest and large arms, did nothing to hide the underbelly that just peaked out underneath it. ‘How you doing man?’ he smiled, slapping Kit’s hand and shaking it in the same way Mike had.
The final housemate stood in the doorway. There was no room for him to come in with the mess on the floor and the two larger guys already taking up residence in the room. He smiled and waved casually. ‘This is Dale’ explained Sam, pointing behind him. He’s only been here a year or so, but Mike and I have seen a few guys come and go in our time living here.’
Dale was about the same age as Kit; a good looking guy who had grown a bit overweight, his gut clearly visible from a distance and what looked like a fresh softness to his face, his fat little nipples pushing up against his t shirt from the cold and their sheer volume. Maybe that’s what happened to guys that lived in an environment like this, thought Kit with a feeling of excitement in his stomach.
Kit greeted them cooly, feeling slightly shy around all these larger men. He didn’t really know what to say to them. ‘Nice little bachelor pad you guys have got here’ he lied.
‘Ha, it’s a mess, we know. We’re slobs. But we’re guys and this is kinda how we are’ chuckled Sam, looking around at the living room.
Kit laughed nervously and then made his excuses, thanking all of the guys for showing him around and saying that he would be in touch later to let them know whether he would take the room.
‘Sure thing’ they all said, passing around the collection of pizza boxes Sam and Dale had brought back. ‘The door’s a little awkward’ said Mike, settling down with his own pizza box in his chair, clearly not intending to see Kit out now the food had arrived. ‘Just give it a good tug to make sure it’s locked when you close it.’
‘Will do’ said Kit, walking out of the door to leave the boys to their food. He shut the door behind him and made a quick retreat down the stairs. His train home was leaving in 20 minutes so he had to walk briskly back. It wasn’t until he sat on the train that he finally allowed his mind to take in how turned on the last flat had made him. In a perfect world, that was exactly the sort of lifestyle Kit wanted for himself; to be an overfed slob like those guys. He pushed the thought out of his mind. Kit wasn’t the type of guy who could ever let go like that. He was too uptight.
An hour into his journey, his phone rang in his pocket. It was the girl from the apartment he had accepted.
‘Kit, I’m so sorry! It’s Janie, the girl whose room you came to see. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and told us she won’t be moving out anymore. She’s really upset and I’d best get back to her. I’m really sorry, but the room isn’t available anymore.’
Kit was polite and told them it was fine, his head in his hands as the stress started to build up in his mind again. He threw the phone down as soon as he ended the call. Why did things have to be so damn hard? He sat there fuming for the next half an hour, before his mind returned to thinking about that last place he had visited with the guys. He started to feel himself getting turned on at the thought of living there, sat in the living room with them all right now, tucking in to pizza in his own chair. It was a hasty decision, made out of lust rather than common sense, but he phoned up Mike before he could talk himself out of it.
‘Mike, I’ll take it. When can I move in?’
It didn’t take long to get the place tidy once Kit had moved in two weeks later. He cleared the living room and made the kitchen and bathroom more hygienic in no time. The guys arrived home from work, impressed by his efforts, but mostly to humour him. Pretty soon they were all back to slobbing out in front of the TV, beer and snacks on hand. Kit felt like he should join them in the living room to get to know them better. He didn’t plan to be living there more than a few months, but he didn’t want things to be awkward, he needed to get to know them.
Kit was somewhat surprised when he walked in and saw all three guys sat there in only their boxer shorts. Mike was the largest, with a gut that sat out proudly in his lap, filling the entire width of his chair, his belly shelf catching a few of the larger crumbs from the snacks he was eating. Sam was in the corner, his eyes glued to the TV screen, his smaller gut looked firm and solid, rounding out perfectly beneath his beefy looking pecs. Dale sat in the middle next to Mike’s chair, his flabby belly starting to slide out into his crotch whilst his pointy moobs started to droop onto the little belly he was growing.
‘Hey!’ they all cheered as Kit walked in. They clearly wanted to release the tension as much as he did. ‘Come sit down in your chair man, first night in the big city!’
‘Take a beer man’ said Sam, already throwing one over to Kit.
‘Yeah, we should get pizza to celebrate like we did on my first night’ offered Dale, nodding to the two larger guys.
‘Oh don’t worry, I know you guys have already eaten,’ said Kit, not wanting to make a fuss.
‘Nah, we haven’t eaten in a couple of hours, we’re good’ said Mike, already lifting his ass up to get the phone. ‘Our treat, of course’ he smiled.
It didn’t take long for it not to feel strange, sat there in a room of half-naked fat guys. Perhaps it had something to do with the fifth beer Kit was drinking. Kit had made a good effort with his pizza but it had now been polished off by Mike who had been eyeing it up the moment Kit started to flag. The guys were actually really fun. They sat around the TV trying to out-do each other making the smartest wisecracks about what they all saw. Very quickly, Kit started to enjoy their company and he realised that he shared their sense of humour.
‘Fuck, he’s getting a bit tubby isn’t he?’ commented Mike, looking at one of the presenters on the TV show they were watching.
‘He looks a bit like you’ laughed Sam, pointing to Dale’s gut. Kit wasn’t sure whether to laugh or not, until Mike explained.
‘Dale here used to look like you when he moved in a year ago. But Sam and I are, sort of a bad influence, as you can see’ he chuckled waving his hand at Dale’s growing gut. Sam joined him in laughing.
‘Fuck off!’ joked Dale, throwing a chip at Mike before turning to Kit. ‘Seriously though, don’t expect to stay slim living around these two. The guy before me was even bigger than Mike.’
‘Oh, Stuart, yeah, he was’ nodded Sam from the corner. ‘I blame him for our fat bellies’ said Sam, turning to Mike for confirmation. ‘He was a very greedy bloke wasn’t he?’ Mike nodded in agreement.
Kit couldn’t help but be turned on. The thought of turning into a fat guy living here did something to him he couldn’t quite explain. If he could have gained 100lbs in that moment he would have done.
All too soon, the guys were taking themselves to bed and Kit lay there in his new room, slightly drunk but incredibly pleased with his choice. Maybe living in the city wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Kit settled in to his new job and lifestyle with ease. Work was good and home life was even better. He spent a little more than he intended each month, splurging on take-out with the guys and beers for the weekend, but he was still saving up a nice nest egg with his massively increased wage. He started to relax about the tidiness of the place and started to develop his on trash pile by the side of his chair in the living room. Kit even got in to the habit of settling around the TV in only his boxers with the guys each night.
‘Damn, is the Chinese place still open?’ grumbled Sam, rubbing his gut as if it was completely empty.
‘Oh man, now you’ve said it, I want some too,’ complained Dale.
‘I’ll get some of that as well,’ agreed Kit from his chair in the corner.
‘I was trying to be good this week as well!’ grumbled Dale, already checking out the menu on his phone. ‘No wonder we’re getting fatter’ said Dale, pointing to himself and Kit.
‘Huh?’ said Kit, slightly taken aback.
‘You and me’ explained Dale, as if Kit hadn’t heard. ‘We’re getting fat because of these guys here.’
‘I’m not…’ started Kit, looking down at his stomach. His upper stomach muscles were still visible, just, but he had an undoubtable puddle of fat starting to press over the waist band of his boxers. ‘…oh fuck, yeah, you’re right’ he exclaimed, surprised at the rush of excitement that flooded his body. He took a finger and poked it, then lifted his finger up and down the flab to feel how much it jiggled.
‘That’s how I started’ cautioned Dale. ‘Now look at what’s happening to me’ he chuckled, grabbing a full roll of fat and jiggling it for Kit to see. Kit couldn’t help but imagine himself with a full roll of fat like that and it turned him on more than he could even put into words.
‘I’ll have the banquet meal for one’ he said, nodding towards Sam who had the phone in his hand.
Things grew out of hand pretty quickly. Dale was right when he said he was getting fatter. It was clear in his belly. In the short time Kit had been living there, he’d seen him go from having a slight dint in his belly as he sat down to having a full on extra roll of fat. Everything about these boys started to turn Kit on; their laziness, their appetites, their messiness even. He looked in the mirror and saw his ass starting to fill out, pressing against his work pants in the same way his lower belly fat was bulging out in the other direction. When he was alone in the house, he would sneak into Mike’s room and marvel at the size of his underwear, imagining himself filling them out just the same. Gradually, he came to the conclusion that if he wanted to look as big and manly as Mike, he’d have to eat like he did too.
Mike was by far the greediest of the three boys. He consistently ordered more food than any of them and was almost always the instigator of late night take-out orders.
‘What do you want?’ asked Dale, taking a phone order for the guys that night. Kit pretended to still be deciding and waited until Mike had given his huge order.
‘That sounds good man!’ smiled Kit. ‘I’ll have that as well,’ he nodded at Dale.
It soon became a running joke that Kit would always order what Mike had. Kit brushed it off, stating that Mike had good taste in food. It hurt at first, trying to stuff as much food down himself as Mike did, but he was surprised at how quickly he got used to it. His body soon started to change with the flood of calories he was pumping in to himself each night. His lower belly fat soon spread into a proper starter gut. He found he had to change his work clothes to larger sizes and even his underwear had to be upgraded to avoid the waistband digging in to his fattening sides. His toned chest was gone, relaxing into two soft pointy mounds of blubber. Kit was on his way at last.
Sam started to spend less time at the house. He had met a new girl and stayed over at her place at least three nights a week, not daring to bring her back to his smelly apartment because of the mess. Dale and Mike were just as good company though and the guys soon got used to the changes.
‘Oh shit man!’ laughed Sam, prodding Mike on the arm to look at Kit’s small gut as he walked past ‘It’s definitely happening again. Look at that belly on Kit now. I haven’t seen him in a few days and it definitely looks fatter’
Mike chuckled, looking at Kit’s belly. ‘I guess you don’t notice the changes as much when you see someone every day. Have you weighed yourself recently?’ asked Mike, suddenly interested.
‘Yeah, I have’ said Kit, sitting down and tucking in to his pizza box. ‘I’ve put on about 30lbs since I moved to the city six months ago.’
‘Ha, fuck off!’ laughed Sam, ‘it looks at least 50lbs!’
‘Dale, go get the scales from the bathroom’ ordered Mike from his chair. Dale did as he was told, scattering the trash on the carpet in the living room to make way for the scales. Kit stepped on, pretending to be annoyed that the boys were making him do this.
‘What were you when you moved in?’ asked Sam, his competitive streak coming out as he hoped to be proved right.
‘I was 140lbs’ huffed Kit. ‘And I’m now….’ He waited for the numbers to settle. ‘195lbs’
‘55lbs!’ shouted Sam, lifting his arms into the air, pleased to have been proven right. ‘Told ya it wasn’t 30lbs! You can tell just by looking at that fat belly on you.’
‘People are always heavier in the evening though’ reasoned Mike, to calm Sam down.
‘There’s no hiding that ass though!’ pointed Sam. ‘Dale didn’t look that fat until at least a year before he lived with us.’
Kit sat down, pretending to be annoyed at being proven wrong. Inside he was bursting with happiness. Was he really as fat as Dale was when he first moved in? For the first time, he really felt like one of the fat boys.
A couple of months later, Sam announced to the guys that things were going so well with his new girlfriend, he was going to move in with her at her place. The guys were pleased for him and it wasn’t really much of a shock; the three of them had started to get used to life without him. Plus it meant that Kit could move out of his tiny bedroom into Sam’s room. Still it meant they needed to give Sam a good send off and that meant plenty of beers and food at home.
The guys ordered so much food that night and drank more than ever; the emotions were starting to flare up as they all admitted how much they were going to miss being together like this.
‘Gill says she’s putting me on a diet when we live together’ laughed Sam. ‘She’s in for a shock when she sees how much I eat on take-out night!’ he chuckled. The other guys cheered and raised their cans. ‘Once a fat boy, always a fat boy!’ he shouted, raising his can high up into the air and cheering, drunkenly.
Kit was indeed a fat boy by this point. He was pretty much as fat as Dale now. He had his own belly rolls and moobs as he slobbed out on his chair. His ass was wide and heavy looking, bouncing along behind him, turning off any work colleagues who had any sort of crush on him when he first started. His gut was more solid looking that Dale’s though. Whereas Dale was flabby and jiggly, Kit was round and bouncy.
‘There are a few things I’m not going to miss though!’ marched on Sam. ‘Mike’s snoring for one!’ The guys cheered, laughing. ‘Having to cart up Kit and Mike’s massive food orders up those fucking stairs when it’s my turn to pick it up. Having to clean that bathroom!’ he rambled on. ‘Having to pretend I don’t notice Dale sneaking into Mike’s room late at night.’
Sam was too drunk to notice that he was the only one laughing as he continued his list. Kit felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. How did he have no idea about this? He suddenly felt incredibly and inexplicably jealous.
‘I think it’s time you went to bed’ laughed Mike, patting Sam on his thigh. ‘Come on buddy. We have to help you carry all your crap out of here in the morning. We need to get to bed.’
The three guys helped carry Sam to bed and then awkwardly took themselves off to their own bedrooms. Kit lay awake in bed thinking about things. He had known for a long time that he was attracted to Dale and Mike; more so to Mike perhaps due to his sheer size. He couldn’t get over the feeling that he had somehow been betrayed by them both.
In the morning, the guys all helped Sam take his boxes downstairs. Hungover, he was clearly oblivious to the tension he had unleashed the previous night as they waved him off. The three guys took themselves upstairs and spent the day in their own bedrooms. Kit started to pack up his things and move into Sam’s room. Eventually, Dale came out of his room to see how he was getting on. Like Kit, he was back in just his boxers, his gut jiggling as he walked about and plonked himself down on Kit’s unmade bed.
‘Hey, I know Sam dropped a bit of a bombshell last night. It’s a bit weird to think about Mike and me, together like that, huh?’
‘You don’t need to explain’ muttered Kit, barely disguising the hurt that he felt.
‘It’s just. Ugh, I dunno, it’s so hard to explain. Mike is just so damn big and…’
‘Manly?’ finished Kit.
‘Yeah, exactly. He just doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks about him. He eats what he wants and lays around the house all day. It’s just…’
‘Arousing’ finished Kit.
‘Totally arousing!’ exclaimed Dale. ‘And as I was around him, I felt myself starting to change.’ He stood up, standing straight and looking at his belly in the mirror. ‘I could see how being around him was changing my body. I started to get this fat little belly, like him. I started to eat more and slob out like he does. One night a couple of months before you arrived I got drunk and made a pass at him. It was so embarrassing!’ He put his head in his hands remembering the memory. ‘But he was so nice. He took me into his bedroom and kissed my belly like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.’ Dale drifted off into the memory, before he snapped out of it. ‘We’re not exclusive or anything! It’s not a serious thing like that’ he reasoned. ‘Hell, half the time we’re together he’s talking about how cute your belly is getting too…’ He stopped, suddenly realising he had shared too much. ‘Sorry man, ignore me, I’ll still hungover. I’m chatting shit.’
Kit was taken aback. He couldn’t believe the pair of them had spoken about him like this. Just then, Mike walked out of his room and in to see how Kit was getting on moving bedrooms. He had clearly just woken up and was wearing his looser boxers.
‘Hey’ waved Dale ‘I’m just explaining to Kit about what Sam said last night’. Mike nodded, understanding.
Kit felt a sudden spike of adrenaline and he looked at them both on either side of him. ‘Do you both think my belly sexy?’ he said, grabbing a handful of fat.
Mike was taken aback, whilst Dale sighed like he was admitting he had done something wrong. ‘Yeah, we both do’ he admitted. ‘We talk about it quite a bit actually’.
Mike looked across at Dale, urging him with his eyes to shut up and stop embarrassing them both.
‘No, it’s alright’ said Kit, noticing the look Mike was giving Dale. ‘I think it’s time we were all honest with each other.’ He sat down on the bed. ‘The truth is, this belly is not accidental. I’ve wanted to get fatter since the moment I moved in with you guys. Dale, your gut is so damn cute and I’m so proud to be as fat as you are at the moment, but what I really want….’ He paused, sitting down on the bed, suddenly embarrassed.
‘Go on…’ encourage Mike, sitting next to him, followed by Dale on the other side. ‘You’re right. We should be honest with each other.
‘I want to be…’ he huffed, unable to get the words out. He stood up and went across to the bottom draw of his bedside table, pulling out a very large pair of underwear.
Mike laughed. ‘I wondered where they had got to.’
Kit placed the large underwear up against himself. ‘I know, I’m sorry, I stole them. But, when I see these, I know, I want to make my ass fit in them one day. I want to be huge and fat like you Mike. No, I’m going to be huge and fat. My ass is going to swell up, my thighs are going to get thick, like tree trunks and I’m going to have a huge gut that rolls over this waistband like a tidal wave. You think that’s weird?’
‘Depends’ said Mike. ‘Put them on and we’ll see how they look’
‘Yeah’, agreed Dale. ‘Let’s see how they fit’.
Kit, slipped off his underwear, revealing his naked, chubby ass to the pair of them for the first time. He prepared to put on Mike’s underwear, when Mike stopped him.
‘No, not those’ he ordered, standing up. ‘These’ he said, sliding down his own underwear, revealing his hard cock. ‘I’ve been stretching them out all day. See how they fit, fresh off a proper fatty like me’
Aroused, Kit, slipped them on, holding them out in front of him. Dale and Mike took hold of each side, holding them the way they should fit.
‘Damn, your ass is going to be huge when it fits in these, isn’t it?’ marvelled Dale, looking at the space Kit still had left to fill them.
‘So yours’ spat Mike, at Dale. ‘See those big pants on the floor. Those are for your tubby ass. Both of you are going to get so fat being with me,’ he chuckled, moving in to the middle of both boys and grabbing both of their heads. ‘My hungry fat boys’ he chuckled, pushing both of their heads down into his own crotch. ‘Open wide.’
A month later Mike was showing a pale, skinny young professional guy around the small bedroom. Kit and Dale burst in carrying an armful of pizzas each. ‘Hey boys’ he shouted at them from the living room. ‘Come and meet the guy who came to see the spare room…’
Word Count: 855 Author: Ashlyn Request: “Hey you should do a getting caught in the act preference it would be so good” Warnings: smut Notes: N/A
•Harry• Where were you two caught? His aunt and uncle’s house, on their bed. What were you two doing? Harry was pounding you into the mattress, you on your stomach, him on top on you, while he *thought* no one was home. Who caught you two? Dudley, whom Harry jinxed so he would not remember what he saw.
•Ron• Where were you two caught? Under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch. What were you two doing? You were up against a wooden post, one leg over Ron’s shoulder, a hand in his hair, the other gripping the post, as he was on his knees, violently assaulting your entrance with his tongue. Who caught you two? None other then Ron’s best friend, the infamous Harry Potter, who had been mindlessly wandering around, in search of his best friend.
•Draco• Where were you two caught? The forbidden section of the library. You had been helping Madam Pince when Draco decided to pay you a visit. What were you two doing? Draco had you pinned against one of the shelves, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to let his cock out, your skirt pushed up, as he rammed into you, while trying to be as silent as possible. Who caught you two? Madam Pince (surprise surprise). Luckily, she just reprimanded you greatly, and kept your excursion a secret, seeing you were such a great student.
•Fred• Where were you two caught? The kitchen at the Burrow. You had been making yours and Fred’s lunch, but he had other plans. What were you two doing? Fred was standing besides you while you cooked on the stove, and was fingering you, testing how calm you could remain. Every so often adding another finger. Who caught you two? It was only Percy, whom, although disgusted, laughed his ass off, only saying “Come on guys! We eat here!”
•George• Where were you two caught? The couch at the Burrow. George *assumed* no one would be home for a while. What were you two doing? George was leaned against the back of the couch, head back, eyes closed, while you were one your knees, blowing him. Who caught you two? None other then Ginny, who luckily knew what you two were doing, but still yelled at her brother, claiming she was never sitting on that couch again (that was until she forced George to clean the couch).
•Neville• Where were you two caught? In his dorm room, on Harry’s bed. You two had hoped the day would never come, but it did. What were you two doing? You were riding Neville, his head thrown back, hands on your hips, guiding your every movement. It was pure bliss. Who caught you two? All of his roommates, except Harry (I.e. Ron, Seamus, Dean). They all laughed their asses off, and kept their experience from Harry, all smirking whenever he sat on his bed.
•Seamus• Where were you two caught? Snape’s office. Seamus had a bad encounter with Snape earlier that day, and wanted a little revenge. What were you two doing? Seamus had you bent over Snape’s desk, pounding you from behind, and panting in your ear. Who caught you two? Draco Malfoy, who had been searching for Snape to “tattle” on a fellow Slytherin when he stumbled upon you two. Only agreeing to remain quiet if he could join in *wink wink*
•Oliver• Where were you two caught? The quidditch locker room after Gryffindor had won against Slytherin *again*. What were you two doing? You had snuck into the locker room after everyone had left, and joined Oliver in the shower. He had your legs around his waist as he rammed his member into you. Who caught you two? Harry had been searching for the captain so he could tell him that there was going to be a party in the Gryffindor common room. When he found Oliver, he decided it was best to let you two be, but still delivered the news.
•Marcus• Where were you two caught? The Slytherin common room. Marcus couldn’t wait until you two got to his room, so he took you there. What were you two doing? He had you on the couch, both of your legs over his shoulders, hands in his hair, and his head between your legs, eating you out. Who caught you two? A few first years had wandered into the empty room, only for Marcus to yell at them, to which you lightly slapped his head. Marcus just proceeded to hex them, making them forget what they saw.
•Cedric• Where were you two caught? In a dark corridor Cedric had pulled you into for a “quickie” (which lasted almost three periods). What were you two doing? Cedric had you against the stone wall, pants and boxers at his ankles, your skirt thrown on the floor, while he rocked into you. Who caught you two? Oliver had been sent by McGonagall to find the two of you. When he did, he promised to keep what he found a secret, and told McGonagall that you were sick and Cedric was taking care of you.
Being friends with the Buttercream gang had its perks, sure getting noticed was fun and having ‘fans’ was great, but the best bit of being friends with them was the times that there was no phones or cameras around and we just talked. Caspar, he is completely and utterly in love with his girlfriend. Joe, he loves to treat his friends and make them smile. Oli, he’s super smart. Josh, he takes care of everyone. Alex, he’s shy but when you get to know him he’s one of the best people you’ll ever meet. Mikey is super funny and down to earth. Conor, he’s actually super modest and never lets his friends think poorly of themselves. Jack, is a huge softie and wants the best for everyone he cares for.
“How does this look?” I ask twirling around for the boys. The dark purple skater dress fanning out around me. Each of the boys rakes their eyes over the dress.
“It’s not right,” Oli says simply. I groan throwing my hands up into the air.
“Okay, I want each of you to go a pick a dress for me to try on,” The preparation for an event that the gang had been invited to was tiring. I had to find a dress for that night.
After fifteen minutes each of the boys had picked a dress and handed it to me.
The first dress was a soft pink strapless dress. Slipping it over my head I open the changing room doors and step out. Holding my arms up I spin around a little.
“What do you think? This one is Caspar’s choice.”
The boys shake their heads. Spinning around I step back into the changing room. My hands come to rest on a stunning maroon bodycon dress. Slipping the soft material over my head I smooth it down over my body. Its high neckline and long sleeves, with lace detailing, compliment my body shape perfectly. The edge of the dress stops just below my fingertips. I bite my lip as I rake my hands over the fabric softly. Opening the changing room door I lock my eyes on my feet stepping out in front of the normally rowdy boys. The room goes silent and my eyes rake up to look at the faces of my best friends.
“Who chose that one?” Conor asks pointing at me, eyes searching over the group of guys accusingly. Each of them shakes their heads.
“That would be me,” Jack raises his hand.
“Fuck mate, you’ve got style.” Alex claps his hand on Jacks’ shoulder.
“What can I say? I know Y/N’s body very well,” My mouth falls open, The boys erupt in laughter and Jack winks at me.
“Shut it, Randy,” I say daringly.
He makes his way over to me, “No.”
“We get it, You’re dating.” Joe teases looking up from his phone.
“No, were not,” I say exasperatedly. Jack laughs wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Baby, it’s okay. We don’t have to pretend anymore,” He says jokingly.
“You all suck,” I say pouting.
“Come on guys, leave the poor girl alone,” Josh says shaking his head.
~~~~~ A/N I’m totally up for a part two of this, so if you want a part two please let me know!