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On a side note: I did get his permission to put these pics up and to tell this story. If you have any other questions please message me and I’ll try to post what answers I can. 

This is my mate from London, met him while out on the club scene in 2014. He used to always be out taking drugs, partying and fucking so many guys. A real recognisable face everyone knew him and everyone fancied him. He used to get loads of attention, modelled quite a few club nights and even modelled fashion stuff as well.

Anyway in early 2015 he was prosecuted for some drug charge and sent to prison for 16 months. While in prison without his drug taking partying lifestyle he jus got massively overweight. His chiselled abs and rock hard pecs swelled and softened, and his belly just ballooned out in front of him as he wasn’t really able to be active he said that he just became really lazy, watched tv and ate snacks all day for the whole time. He was weighed when he went in, he was 5′10″ and 167 lbs and left 16 months later 236 lbs. Since he has been out he is still gaining more weight even though he has made poor attempts to get back into shape. 

Now back in London I made contact with him again. He wanted a hook up and when before I wasn’t his first pick, all his former gym bunny conquests aren’t interested in him now he has let himself go and let himself get so massively overweight. 

I see him occasionally, firstly I was shocked at how big he was and would tease him about his chubby fingers, his slight waddle and how his vest barely fits over his round belly now. Now he knows I’m into him being big and gaining more weight and even though he says he is ‘trying’ to lose weight, he lacks self control with me and I can always get him to pig out at a buffet or chug a few beers at a bar. Even had some feeding sessions while having sex where he has chugged pints of cream for me. Its weird how before I was too fat and not ripped enough for him and how I am in way better shape than him and I’m making him get fatter and fatter and becoming a big blubber boy. 


More sketches for my polyamourous lady villian trio. Vendetta , a former playboy bunny/super model who got tired of the industry and decided to take over the world. And Kralista, an escaped science experiment who’s simply there for the chance to punch people for her girlfriends.

anonymous asked:

oh my god i had never previously considered wonder woman/catwoman but now i nEED IT. does she flirt with batman's other female villains. has she been covered in harley kisses like that one comic cover. i must know.

Gratitude galas for the Justice League were an ideal time for supervillainous plots, and so the assembled members should have been on high alert.

Should have been.

It was Diana who’d started it. Without a secret identity, she wasn’t obligated to wear her costume. She’d worn something white that draped and flowed in a Grecian cut, her preferred formal attire. Gold bands to draw the eye to her biceps. A slit down the side to show off the musculature of her thighs. Heels that put her at an even six feet, flowers in her hair.

It was gratuitous, was what it was.

Black Canary thought she looked fantastic. So did Lois Lane, there with the Daily Planet. And Vicki Vale, there with the Gotham Gazette. And Rachel Dawes, there on behalf of Gotham’s district attorney. And Selina Kyle, who’d come specifically to see Diana, or so she claimed.

Once the models showed up, it got harder to keep track of who was who.

Batman watched the tableau from a far corner.

“I take it Bats is jealous?” Green Lantern asked Superman with a nudge of his elbow. Superman was mostly watching Lois. Who Diana had convinced to allow her to lift up onto one shoulder. The other shoulder held Selina. Diana turned with both arms curled to show off her back.

“No,” Superman said, only half paying attention to anything but Lois. “I think he’s trying to figure out if she did it on purpose.”

“Did what?”

“Picked out all the women in the room that he’d slept with.”

Diana bent to say something in the ear of the woman on the cover of the latest Victoria’s Secret catalogue, who giggled.

“Very funny,” Green Lantern said. He looked at the small crowd of women. He looked at Batman. He looked back in time to see Selina wave toward Batman, who did not react at all. “That’s — you’re kidding. Right? That was a joke.” He looked at Black Canary. “Batman?”

“I don’t think he was wearing the mask at the time, if that’s what you’re asking.” Superman made a face. “I hope.”

Green Lantern looked at Batman. He looked at the crowd of women. He recognized at least one former Playboy bunny.

“Is Batman’s secret identity… a slut?” Hal asked.

Superman patted him gently on the back. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

Martian Manhunter came up beside them holding a glass of champagne. “There are worse ways,” he said. Then he downed the entire flute, and left without another word.


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    The tone of the violin’s strings, echoing through the large hall provided quite the melodic tone. Soon afterwards, the delicate addition of the piano mixed in, along with other wind instruments that eventually drew up the orchestra that set along one end of the hall. It was typical dance music: soft, harmonious, and it provided for much of the ball’s central theme. Couples quickly – yet elegantly – arrived to the dance floor of the large hall, beginning to crowd up as they danced in rhythm to the music.

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Name: Victoria Valentino

Age: 73

Occupation: former Playboy bunny, musician, actress, registered nurse

Year of Alleged Assault by Bill Cosby: 1969

Valentino was dining with her roommate at their usual joint, Café Figaro, where Cosby happened to be part owner. He knew that Valentino’s 6-year-old son had recently died, and he told Valentino’s friend that he thought she could use some cheering up. Cosby offered to take them to the steam baths and then out. They accepted the invitation and met Cosby for dinner. “I was just sitting there, letting them talk,” Valentino says. “I was sitting there looking glum, not participating.” Cosby reached across the table and put a pill next to Valentino’s wine glass, and he told her to take it. It would make her feel better, he said. She swallowed the pill, and later another one. Cosby also pushed two pills on Valentino’s friend. Valentino began to feel sick and asked to go home. Cosby said he would drive them, but they both ended up back at his apartment. Valentino passed out. When she awoke, she saw her friend passed out on a couch, Cosby above her. “I mean, you could read what was on his mind while he was looking at her,” Valentino says. “He was like a hawk, like a vulture.” Valentino tried to fight him off her friend. Cosby came after Valentino instead. She came forward in 2014.

“I could hear the words in my head, but I couldn’t form words with my mouth because I was so drugged out. I kept reaching for her and he just ignored me. Then he started getting this annoyed look on his face. I kept at it. Finally he got up and came over. He sat down and unzipped his fly and had me give him oral sex. He stood up, turned me over, did me doggy style, and walked out. Just as he got to the door, I was going, ‘How do we get out of here, how do we get home?’ He said, ‘Call a cab.’”

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Name: PJ Masten

Age: 65

Occupation: former Playboy bunny and hotel executive, now owns a small moving company

Year of Alleged Assault by Bill Cosby: 1979

Masten knew Cosby through her job at the Playboy club in Chicago, where she worked as a bunny manager. One day they had lunch, and the next day Cosby invited her out to dinner. She met him at the Whitehall Hotel, where he was smoking and drinking with other men. He offered her a cocktail — Grand Marnier on the rocks. She woke up in Cosby’s bed, bruised and naked, the comedian beside her. The next day he sent her a four-foot ficus tree with a note: “Friendships have to be groomed like this tree.” She came forward in 2014. “I’ve overcome a lot, but this rape brought me to my knees. I think the hardest part was that I didn’t have control of myself. I would never have allowed that to happen, never. To do that to — to violate another human being, and violently. I had to go to work the next day. He kept calling and calling, ‘Why did you leave? Why did you leave?’ Are you kidding me? I told my supervisor what he did to me. She said, ‘You do know that’s [Hugh] Hefner’s best friend, right?’ I said, ‘Yes.’ She says to me, ‘Nobody’s going to believe you. I suggest you shut your mouth.’”

Photo: Amanda Demme