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Thanksgiving fattening (FFA fiction)

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite times of year. Well, scratch that. Everything from Halloween to New Years is my favorite because A. It starts getting a bit cold out and B. My already fat boyfriend really starts gaining. The only problem is that my family and I are going out of town this year so I’m disappointed I won’t be there to feed him. At least there will be leftovers. I stayed over at his apartment last night and I woke up early to make him a fattening breakfast of biscuits and gravy with hash browns, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. “Hey cutie,” he emerges from his room and wraps his arms around my waist from behind so his fat belly squishes into my back. “Hey fatty,” I reply as innocently as possible. “Damn. All that’s for me?” He asks, a bit surprised. “Well it’s definitely not for me!” I laugh considering I’m a mere hundred pounds and he’s hovering in the 400s as far as we can tell. He takes a plate of food and heaps on at least 2 servings. “Thanks babe. I’m starving.” “You always are,” I somewhat joke and he smirks deviously. He finishes his plate so I pile more food on and he complains “babe…I’m stuffed.” “I know,” I say innocently. “Don’t you want to get bigger? For me?” I tease him and sit on his lap, facing him. “God, yes. Of course.” His hands wrap around my waist gently and I feed him a forkful of pancakes. “Mm, that’s so good, Les,” he closes his eyes, savoring the flavor. He already feels fatter since we started dating just a few months ago. Even when he’s stuffed his belly is soft and jiggly which shows just how fat he is. “Keep eating.” I demand as I notice him start to slow down. He nods reluctantly but complies. “So what are we doing for thanksgiving? I want you to make me fatter.” God he’s so sexy. “I can ask and see if there’s room for one more…well you’re closer to the size of 3 people,” I jiggle his belly and he smiles. “Damn right! Thanks to my skinny girlfriend.” I’m still sitting on his lap, straddling him so he lifts and flops his belly onto my lap. One of the sexiest feelings EVER. Unfortunately I have to leave and when I get home I talk to my mom about him tagging along for thanksgiving. Unfortunately, she’s not a huge fan of David because she’s quite the health fanatic and thinks “I deserve better”, which is ridiculous. Im worried that if she lets David come with, the rest of my family will react similarly but I think it’ll be okay. Finally I convince her to squeeze in some room for David and I let him know. We’re leaving tomorrow so I stock up on fattening snacks since I know he’ll be hungry with the lack of food around my mother and I. He’s sleeping over so we can leave first thing in the morning and he’s so wide that he doesn’t completely fit on the couch. “Is there a weight limit on this thing?” He asks, somewhat serious. “I hope so. Please break it. I’d love to see my moms face when I explain that one.” I reach over and slide my hand under his shirt, exposing his massive, soft belly. His stomach growls which is great because we just ate about half an hour ago but I knew it wouldn’t be enough for him. “Don’t tell your mom,” he laughed and slapped his belly. I showed him my stash of junk food I got for the trip and his eyes lit up. “Wow you really do want me to get fatter!” He stifled a laugh. I had an entire bag packed of unhealthy snack foods like little Debbie cakes, mini donuts, Oreos, cinnamon buns, candy bars, Pringles, potato chips, everything. My boy has the biggest sweet tooth. We cuddle up on the couch and there’s no hope of him fitting on it when he lays down so we watch TV with his arm around my shoulder for a while and my hand discreetly under his shirt. I pull up the blanket over his belly so I can squeeze it without anyone noticing. I know he’s still hungry so I grab some candy from my stash for him and he eagerly starts eating. “Dinner wasn’t enough?” I joke. “Dinner? I thought that was a snack.” He jokes back. I throw a frozen pizza in the oven and he smiles, “thanks babe.” I walk back over and whisper “you’re going to be fatter before thanksgiving even comes.” “I hope so.” He replied, guiding my hand back under his shirt. “You will be.” I assure. He eats the entire pizza himself (with a little help from my encouragement) and falls asleep. Next morning we load up the car and I sneak out to Dunkin Donuts to grab some donuts and a breakfast sandwich for him. “God, you’re not even trying to hide the fact you’re trying to make me fat.” He whispered as I returned with the food. “My mom doesn’t know.” I replied hastily. “Let’s go in my room just to make sure she doesn’t wake up and see that these are all for you.” I catch his eyes widen because I’m sure he wasn’t expecting all dozen donuts and the sandwich to be his. He follows me to my room and I push him onto the bed and his fat jiggles for a second. “Eat.” I demand, guiding a chocolate frosted donut to his mouth. He opens willingly and takes a huge bite. As I’m feeding him with one hand, my free hand reaches for his shirt and I lift it so it’s sitting on top of his massive belly. He starts jiggling and squeezing it, teasing me. “Mm,” he practically moans. God, I’m so turned on watching him greedily eat the donuts I keep offering him and watching him play with his fat for me. “Mmm,” he moans a bit louder and eats a little quicker. He knows just how to turn me on. I hand him the donut he’s halfway finished eating and my lips gently kiss his soft neck. My tongue glides down to where his collarbone must be buried in fat and back up to his double chin. I move down and start kissing his massive belly as he continues eating and I leave a couple hickeys. “God, you’re so fat.” I say in between kisses. He just nods because he’s struggling to finish the donuts before my mom wakes up. He only has a few left so I’m encouraging him as much as I can. “You’re gonna look so sexy, you know that? With even more fat than you already have.” I whisper in his ear and kiss his neck. He eats faster and jiggles his belly some more. “Keep eating. Don’t stop. You’re almost there.” I take a handful of fat and squeeze, feeling it squish in between my grip. He finishes and I give him a glass of milk mixed with cream and he finishes the whole thing. “That’s my fat boy.” I kiss his cheek and clean up quickly. My mom’s up now and thanks us for loading the car and we head out once she’s done getting ready. It’s about a 5 hour drive so I’m glad I packed all those fattening snacks for David. Within about 2 hours he’s already discreetly snacking on some candy bars. I text him so my mom doesn’t hear and ask “thought you were soooo full from the donuts earlier.” He texts back “oh please that was hardly a challenge.” I roll my eyes and he pushes my arm playfully. We’re almost to my aunt’s house when my mom asks if we want mcdonalds and I immediately accept her offer, only of course she doesn’t know both orders are for David. He wants to eat a lot before thanksgiving dinner so he doesn’t look like too much of a pig. He wants to make a good impression but I’m sure he will, he’s perfect. We finally arrive and almost everyone’s already here. I jump out of the car to start unloading our bags when David whispers, “I’m actually pretty nervous.” I wrap my arms around him and reply, “babe you are perfect. If they can’t see that then it’s their loss.” “But what if I’m too fat? I just want your family to like me.” He looked so anxious I felt awful. I wish he didn’t have to worry about this. “Hush. They’ll love you. How could they not? You’re sweet and funny and you actually have your shit together unlike me.” I laughed and saw him stifle a smile. We followed my mom into the house and were greeted with hugs and introductions. “This is my boyfriend, David,” I tell my aunt and uncle. Their faces are hard to read but they’re respectful. It’s a bit warm in there and I notice David’s already sweating. “Well this is embarrassing,” he muttered. “I’m sure they don’t notice, it’s fine.” I reassure. A few of my cousins are here and they’re nice enough to David but they keep glancing at his stomach which he is painfully aware of. I can tell he’s trying to suck it in so i feel awful. “Babe, it’s okay. You don’t have to.” I gently touch his belly and he tries to smile. “Sorry.” He relaxes a bit. My grandma’s here and she gasps when she sees him. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. “Oh my,” she seemed taken aback. “Um, this is my boyfriend, David,” I motioned. He stood up from the couch to shake her hand and she was standoffish but smiled weakly. David sat back down and brushed it off. He took up at least 2/3 of the couch which made him look even more massive and I squeezed myself next to him. “You’re perfect.” I reassure. “Could everyone stop looking at me like I’m going to eat the entire turkey or something?” He shook his head, clearly distraught. “I’m so sorry. They like you though, they do.” I tried to assure him but he just looked down. “They keep staring at me. God, they probably think I’m rich or something since that’s the only logical explanation of why you would be with me.” He folded his arms and stared straight ahead. I traced my fingers along his back and promised he had nothing to worry about. I got up to get some water and I overheard my uncle talking to my mom in the kitchen. “We should have gotten another turkey, he’s huge!” He erupted in laughter only to see me scowling at him. “Oh hi Les, we were just…” I cut him off. “I know what you were doing.” I stormed out but didn’t tell David because he was already insecure about my family’s perception of him. I slipped my hand in his and admired his handsome face, double chin, and massive body. I don’t care what my family thinks. He kissed the top of my head and looked a bit more eased. Before dinner a few more family members congregated in the living room with us and tried to keep from staring. “I need some air,” David heaved and stood up and I followed. “I’m sorry. I thought they’d be better than this.” “It’s not your fault. I should’ve known by the way your mom treats me.” God I feel awful. I wish I could do something. “I should’ve known. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have known since my mom acts so rude. I’m so sorry, David.” I apologized. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. I’m not mad at you I just want them to like me.” I can only imagine how hard that is for him and we went back inside. The tension eased a bit and he started talking to my aunt and cousins about his premed studies and everyone was quite impressed. I’m so proud of him. We all talked a bit more before dinner and David seemed much more relaxed. When he came back from the bathroom he looked pale and upset. “What’s wrong, babe?” I asked. “Can I talk to you?” He asked flatly. “Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?” “Not really. Your drunk uncle just ‘politely’ asked what I did to get you and then proceeded to laugh when I said I didn’t do anything to convince you, you just happened to like me too.” God I could kill everyone in this room right now. “I-I’m so sorry. That’s not okay. I’ll go talk to him,” I started but David pulled my arm. “No, no. It’s okay. He just said what everybody’s thinking.” David scoffed. “I’m so sorry.” I placed my hands gently on his belly and he shook his head. “Come on. Let’s go. I’m fine, I promise.” He followed me back to the living room and avoided eye contact with everyone. Words could not describe how angry I was at my family. they disrespected him as if he was nothing. I want to scream at them but that would make for an awkward dinner, to say the least. David stood up and went to the kitchen and offered to help set the table. He’s too sweet. He set the table and smiled weakly at me. “Thank you.” I hugged him and he nodded. Everyone started playing up their food and David sheepishly took a small serving. My family was dispersed through the house now and a few were already sitting. David and I brought our plates and sat down. One of my aunts muttered something under her breath so I called her out. “Oh I was just joking. Your friend can take more food if he wants.” She said. “He’s my boyfriend.” I corrected. Then of course my cousin chimed in “looks like he’s gonna need it! I’m just playing, dude.” He smacked David’s arm and David finally lost it. “Seriously? I just can’t win. It doesn’t matter that I’m premed, or that I volunteer at shelters, or anything. I’m too fat, right? I could cure cancer and I still wouldn’t be good enough for Leslie!” He threw his napkin on the table and stormed off and I was right behind. “Baby, baby I’m so sorry.” I was following him out the door and he kept shaking his head. “I don’t know what I expected. I’m sorry I yelled at them.” He apologized but he had every right to yell. “It’s not your fault if they can’t see the guy Im in love with.” We were sitting on the curb and I wrapped my arm around his neck and he rested his head on my shoulder. “I love you.” He kissed my cheek. “I love you.” I squeezed him tight. We awkwardly went back in the house and David was flooded with apologies. “Thank you guys, I appreciate it.” He said graciously to everyone. It was still awkward but we were all eating and talking and David kept flashing little smiles my way. After dinner, David and I had to pick up pumpkin pie since someone forgot it. I grab the keys and I hear David’s stomach growl. “Hungry?” I asked. “Always.” He grabbed his belly where no one could see. He better not try turning me on right now. “Let’s go, sexy.” I grab his hand and lead him out the door. Once were at the car he abruptly pushes me against it and squishes his belly into me. “I’m so hungry. Please…please I need food.” He practically moaned. Fuck. Now I’m turned on. “Get in the car.” I demand. He obeys and we’re in the way to the store when I say “I hope you know I’m buying more than just pie.” “I’d hope so.” He grinned devilishly. My hand was firmly planted on his jiggly thigh when I noticed him unbuttoning his shirt. His fat spilled out more and more with each button he undid. My hand crept higher up his thigh and we made it to the grocery store. I wanted to buy food to stuff him with but I’m so turned on I don’t want to wait. I lean over and he pulls away, teasing me. “Nope. Food first.” “You’re going to regret saying that.” I warn. “Is that a promise?” He teases. “Just button up your shirt, fatty.” And he does. We quickly browse the store and buy 2 pies, a pre-cooked dinner for 2, and fries and onion rings from the deli. Before we even make it to the car he’s already eating the fries. His appetite is insatiable. I unbutton his shirt as he continues eating and plant kisses down his massive, jiggly belly that’s sitting on his thighs and pouring out in between them. His chair’s leaning all the way back and his belly still looks huge. I take my time sinking my hands into his fat and watching him melt as I jiggle and rub it. It’s so soft that my lips sink into it with the slightest pressure and he’s using one hand to press my face deeper into his fat belly. My hands grab and squish his love handles covered in stretch marks and I climb on top and start grinding my hips into his giant body. I sit up a little so I can see his fat belly jiggling, bouncing, and swaying each time I grind into him. He finished the fries and onion rings and takes handfuls of the pie and eats greedily, even though I know he’s getting full. “Feed me.” He breathes heavily and I oblige. I shove my fingers in his mouth and he gladly sucks them until they’re clean and it feels so good along with his fat pressing into every inch of me. “You’re so fat. God, just look at you. You can hardly fit in this seat.” I’m breathing heavy too now and he wraps his arms around me, squishing my small body into his obese one. “Feel how fat you’ve made me.” He demands. “You did this to me. Look at me.” He’s so out of breath which makes me grind that much faster. “You’re going to get so much fatter. I promise.” I’m about to climax and he’s so fat and out of shape that he’s sweating and desperately trying to keep grinding and he climaxes just as I do. His breathing is more like panting “oh god, oh god, you’re so sexy.” I mumble, trying to catch my breath as well and still holding onto his huge love handles. “That’s you.” He slaps my ass and pushes me into him again. “So…you ready for some dessert?” I ask, referring to the pie we still have to deliver. “Ughhhh babe!” He moaned in protest. “I warned you that you’d regret teasing me.” I smiled wickedly and he kissed me hard. “My stomach’s going to regret it.” He breathed. “I’ll be the judge of that,” I grabbed it and lifted it to watch it plop back into his lap, making even his surrounding fat jiggle.

yoon jisung: rice grains, warm embraces, fuzzy blankets, renaissance sculptures, lantern lights, hot coco, comfort, sound of rain, gentle breezes, encouragement, baked cookies, tears of laughter, hope

ha sungwoon: fluffy clouds, travel maps, spring time, sincerity, cherry blossoms, earnest thoughts, instrumental melodies, sweet smiles, faeries, umbrellas, tinkling bells, wearing thin spectacles, remembrance 

hwang minhyun: emperor, lip balms, rosy blush, cleanliness, kitchen aprons, fragility, playing music boxes, pastel silks, innocence, starry eyes, dusk, paper cranes, fruit baskets, buzz of a cellphone, honesty 

ong seongwu: film board, chiseled statues, sunny days, popsicle sticks, scissors cutting, zesty lemonade, roller coasters, silliness, star gazing at the constellations, explorer, memes, popping beats, dance battles, adventure 

kim jaehwan: carnivals, goats, craziness, messy papers, bed head, sugary donuts, waking up at 3 pm, karaoke, musical instruments, magic markers, rock and roll concerts, comic strips, swimming with seals, insanity 

kang daniel: peaches, cat ears, licking lollipops, skateboarding down streets, swimming pools, piggy back rides, cheeky grins, basketball jerseys, adoration, holding hands, shopping malls, golden retrievers, friendliness 

park jihoon: winks, the color pink, assortment of pillows, bicycles, cute, trips to art galleries, lockets, macaroons, canary birds, fragrant lotion, chap stick, bunnies, soft whispers, bubble baths, shyness 

park woojin: dark past, rice cakes, headphones, vroom of a motorcycle, kitty cat, confidence, midnight, nerf guns, avocados, bungee jumping, rain forests, video games, late night snacks, stripes, sarcasm 

bae jinyoung: manhwa, oversize sweatshirts, starbucks, neon sunglasses, genuine, polka dots, curiosity, face masks, cutting aloe vera, emoticons, daylight, extra sauce on pizza, floppy hair, lovable

lee daehwi: teddy bear, artist, sparkly glitter, genius, wild imagination, plane rides, ice cream trucks, daisies, notepads, overalls, hugs, finger hearts, hopping into puddles, bubble gum, confidence 

lai guanlin: baby chick, skyscrapers, chokers, beef noodles, swag, fresh strawberries, tye dye shirts, bubble tea, new sneakers, colorful beanies, ocean waves, baseball, music festivals, perseverance

choconoctis  asked:

HA.HA. Pet Komodo...Dragon... Yes, I totally believe you. Give him a hug for me, thanks ;) HOT AS HECK WOW. EVEN HERE IN QATAR AKA DESSERT LAND, IT'S ALREADY COLDER. Girl, I legit drink tea every single day, no kidding. BUT I TRIED THIS CANADIAN PASSION FRUIT JUICE AND IT WAS HEAVENLY! Yum, Cinnamon! *throws you a couple packets* LOoK OuT BeLOW <3

rn the weather is at tht conflicting stage where it’s fuckin freezing in the morning but by the afternoon it’s like the sahara desert payed u a lil visit, a lil all expense payed trip, n not 2 be rude or anything BUT SHE SHOULD GO TF BACK I NEED THE COLD WEATHER SO THE FLIES CAN D*E.

yes THEY MAKE GR8 SMOOTHIES. i either get the raspberry or chocolate chill n tht is some quality SHIT let me tell u. i remember workin there,,,,, all the free donuts i got,,,,, where did the times go?!?!??!

(( Look at me having actually gotten some shit done! So, what I did in my inbox was the literal top of it and only what I had some sort of response for, there were I couple I deleted cause I couldn’t think of anything. That said, after everything I answered, there were still 141 messages in the inbox, but I deleted everything for a clean slate. And honestly it’s all so old anyway. So yeah feel free to start sending stuff in again and I’ll honest to god start trying to keep up with it again.

Didn’t get to any drafts cause it’s late and I’m tired now. Will hopefully start on those this week if not tomorrow. ))

anonymous asked:

Who would jae and brian kiss they girlfriend?

Jae would like really playfully kisses all the time. Random kisses would be his specialty. Especially on the cheeks and lips. On rare occasions, he’d give you little pecks on your shoulder. When he is being silly he’d trail little kisses from your hand to your neck giving you a tickling sensation. It’d be all fun and games.

A more passionate kiss from Jae would be more rare. Not in a bad way! But he’d like it to be more special then the rest. But he’d still spring one on you when you’re cuddling while watching a movie and say something like, “It just had to happened, y'know?” leaving you speechless and all you could do is laugh.

Brian. He is, of course, the cutest glazed donut ever. He’d wake up you with kisses, put you to sleep with kisses, kiss you around him bandmates, you name it. He has no shame when it comes to kissing you. Cute little pecks everywhere, followed by that bright smile of his.

Again, more passionate kisses would be more special but he’d definitely do it more than Jae would. His kisses would start with that smile and hot gaze. He’d say something like, “Can I kiss you?” while biting his lower lip. Obviously you can’t say no to that. It would begin slow and gradually get deeper and you can imagine the rest ;)

alright but i dont want donut with little teeny spider silk scars
i want donut where he actually had a sticky grenade plastered to the inside of his shoulder and no one could do anything about it
i want donut where he almost died and his armor had to go into lifesupport mode to keep him alive and even then he was in a coma for weeks
i want donut with hella scars on his face and neck and body that took months and months to turn from wounds to scars
i want donut with his cute farmer tan destroyed by the big pale scars that run up and down his arm and his side
i want donut not being self conscious about those scars because only he ever came close to being badass enough to kick tex out of the ring
i want donut whos proud of his scars and shows them off whenever he can as an excuse to get naked
i want donut who every once in a while looks at those scars and wonders how the heck he survived and then feels kind of sentimental about life
i want donut who only has his undercut because his hair kind of stopped growing in that one spot but he made the best of it and made it looks stunning
i want donut who used to have two pretty green eyes but now one of them is kind of pale and usually bloodshot
i want donut who wakes up in the morning sometimes and his voice wont work for him and when he tries to speak the scars crisscrossing the side and front of his neck pulse and strain and it hurts so he lays off of it for a day or two
and i want a donut who gets his teammate’s approval and a little bit of respect because even though hes kind of messed up now hes still donut and hes like the team’s collective little sister and is always there to say “well thats gay” when everyones thinking it but wont say it.

Steven Universe Theory

What if when the last episode happens, it ends with Steven waking up in his bed with two cats. One sleeping at the foot of his bed with a pink collar, and the other is playing his sheets with a green collar. Steven yawns and goes “Good Morning Peridot, Good Morning Lion”. He walks down stairs and we see Pearl cooking breakfast, but she’s clearly Human. “Good Morning Steven!” Pearl says without losing her concentration from cooking. “Morning Pearl. Do I smell Bacon!” Steven exclaims. “Yes, it’s for everyone else! You know I can’t stand meat, it’s disgusting! Anyway, did you sleep well?” And Steven goes “No, I heads weird dream about a war with aliens” and Pearl laughs and goes “That does sound crazy! But never mind that, go wake up your sister and cousin! Aunt Ruby and Sapphire should be back any minute with Donuts from The Big Donut” And Steven wakes up his sister, Amethyst, who’s under a mess of covers and starts groaning when Steven politely asks her to get up. He goes to wake up his cousin, Garnet, but she’s wide awake and doing Push Ups. She sees Steven and stops to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek and places him on her shoulders. She carries him down stairs and Amethyst follows behind real groggy like. They start to eat the breakfast that Pearl prepared and that’s when Ruby and Sapphire walk in with the donuts. “Mornin Mum. Mum.” Garnet says with a mouth full and they both kiss her cheek. “So, When is Jasper and Lapis getting back from that couple’s retreat?” Asks Steven. “I dunno, but all their postcard said was how the ocean made them and little malachite sea sick” Amethyst replies pulling out a postcard with Jasper’s arm around an awkward looking Lapis holding a baby Malachite throwing up on her. “Oh that reminds me, Aunt Alexandrite is bringing the girls over! So Steven, you’ll be playing with Sugilite, Opal, and Sardonyx this evening!” Says Pearl and Steven goes “Oh come on Aunt Pearl! Sardonyx shows off to much, Opal is so quiet, and Sugilite turns everything into a competition!” Which causes Pearl to go “No Buts! If it makes you feel better, Connie can come over” and then Connie bursts through the door and yells “Hurry Up Steven, One more Tardy and Miss Diamond will have our heads” and then Amethyst goes “It’s Ma OTP! Wassup Stevonnie!” Steven gives a dirty look towards her, blushes, and then scarfs down his breakfast says bye to everyone and leave with Connie, and it closes out on a picture of Rose holding baby Steven with Greg standing by them. And As the credits roll and Love like You starts playing, It shows Steven Saying hi to all his friends (The Teenagers, Sadie and Lars, The Pizzas, Onion’s family) living their normal lives, Greg drives by in his van and waves and Steven blows a kiss while Greg catches, but almost Wrecks into Mayor Dewey’s car. They then run into the school building and run through the doors, and we see shadowy figure (yellow diamond) close the doors.