from a moving trolley

All You Can Eat
  • Word Count: 1,963
  • Characters: China x Overweight Reader
  • Theme: Feederism, Feeder, Stuffing

Yao looked himself in the mirror one last time while adjusting his tie, checking over everything to make sure he looked well groomed. Tonight was date night, like every Friday night, and he wanted to look presentable for you. He grabbed his wallet and keys before making his way out the door to his car to drive to your apartment to pick you up, slightly going over the speed limit to reach his destination quicker.

He was always eager on date nights, it was the only time he was able to truly spend quality time with you due to work and college becoming increasingly stressful on you. Realizing the car went into a complete stop, he stepped out and made his way to your door where he knocked softly. Hearing the floor squeaking as your body hurried, causing him to chuckle to himself. You opened the door to reveal your long term boyfriend with a smile plastered on your face.

Upon opening the door he bite his lip as he looked over your entire body. You were wearing that red dress he always liked, mainly because it was tight and showed every roll and chub on your delectable body. “Ready Qīn’ài de?” [1] he asked while holding an arm out for you to grasp.

Nodding eagerly you wrapped your arm around his and walked to his car where he opened the door for you like a gentleman before walking over to the drivers seat. After a long drive, you both finally arrived to a five-star restaurant, one of many Yao owned. Yao led you into the restaurant where he told the waiter his reservation and they led you both in to the VIP area, which was a single room reserved with privacy and your personal buffet on display.

Your eyes scanned over the room, it was usually only used for parties but Yao always insisted that you deserved the best. “Are you hungry, dear?” Yao said smoothly as he led you to the table set for two, pulling out your chair enough for your large body to sit comfortably before pushing you into the table.

He bite his lip at the sight of your round stomach slightly spilling over the table, ready for a stuffing. Honestly, he was surprised how much weight you have gained since you both met. You met Yao at one of the many restaurant chains he owned, where you were ordering food off the menu.

Upon first sight you have caught his attention, and as CEO of the lavish business he immediately offered you a discount and even gave you a bunch of free dishes to take home with you. Ever since that day, he would always give you free food from his restaurant so he makes sure you are being well fed, often insisting you finish the large meals in front of him while you both talked and began to get to know each other better.

Eventually, you both began to date and the pounds began piling on. He never let you go hungry, always bringing different types of food with him either from one the restaurants or cooking the meal himself. Oh, to say his cooking was phenomenal was an understatement. He would cook for you all hours of the day, anything you wanted. When you began to grow out of your largest pants you owned, Yao was always there to worship your lovely body and make love to you just to show how much he adored you.

Shaking out of his daydreaming, he noticed how you hungrily looked over the menu that was bestowed upon you both as he was thinking back to how you both met.  You truly were special, always managing to creep into his mind all hours of the day. “Dear, I am going to order for you this time” he said with a slight smirk tugging the corners of his lips. “O-okay Yao.. nothing too big okay? I’m trying to watch my figure” you said with hesitation.

It was true, you were trying to lose weight, must to the dismay of your Chinese boyfriend. As you finished your sentence, Yao looked shocked at the new found information. “But you are the perfect size, my love! In fact, I think you are getting a bit too thin. Maybe we should work you on a new diet?” he said eagerly, the thought of you growing larger running through his mind and making his pants become tighter.

Without another word, Yao simply called for a waiter and whispered the orders into the waiters ear who eyes grew slightly in shock of the order. Without waiting long, multiple trolleys were rolled in with a variety of dishes placed on the shelves. Your mouth opened in slight shock, did he really just order a buffet for just you two? You knew he was wealthy and only wanted the best, but was this necessary?

The waiters finished setting up the food and beverages then left swiftly, “Ready to eat, dear?” he said with a gleam in his eyes with clear excitement, almost like a child in an amusement park waiting in line for a ride. “Why did you order so much food, Yao?” you asked in curiosity as your (e/c) eyes scanned over the variety of tasty foods. “Simple. I told you I am putting you on a new diet, right? Well, here it is!” he said while he pushed the first food trolley next to your table, taking out plates full of food. Your stomach growled of the aroma of freshly cooked food filling your senses and the room.  

Yao seemed to hear your stomach growl and smiled to himself as he eagerly took out plates of different food. He wanted you to try all the food brought such as pork, duck, beef, and different style noodle dishes placed in large bowls. Scooting his chair next to yours he then took a fork full of meat and brought it up to you, “I’ll even feed you this time!” he said excitingly while bringing the fork closer to your mouth. Unable to say no to your boyfriend, you nodded and opened your mouth to gladly accent the flavorful food.

Bringing a fork full of noodles, he watched you slurp up the tasteful noodles and swallow them. Almost automatically knowing what to do, you just slurped mouthfuls of noodles one after another. Your forearms resting on the table to hold steady and lean closer to the food so you can devour more quickly.

Almost moaning out from the burst of flavor from the dish, you eagerly opened your mouth to accept more fork fulls. Eventually Yao grew tired of the small fork and took the large spoon from one of the pots to gather more food with, he wanted to see your chubby cheeks stuffed to the brim with his countries food!

After finishing one large plate, you still have the entire trolley! Surely he wouldn’t expect you to eat it all, right? Well, your suspicions were confirmed as he took the remaining plates from the trolley and placed it before you on the table. Moving onto the next bowl, he took the spoon and scooped up as much food as it would hold and practically shoved it into your mouth.

He continued this process, not giving you enough time to swallow the delicious food. He did not stop shoving the variety of noodles and chicken into your mouth until your cheeks were puffed out to their full capacity, some juices escaping your dripping down your chin. He licked his lips before his wet tongue lapped up the fluid on your chin, causing you to blush immensely.

Finally thoroughly chewing your food thoroughly and swallowing, you felt stuffed! You leaned back into the chair and groaned from the pressure within your overstuffed stomach. Yao taking notice of your stomach spilling over the table more than before and rubbing gently to soothe you while whispering into your ear, “We only have dessert left, Qīn’ài de”.

While he rubbed your stomach he began to speak, “You know, I learned that the best way to a man’s heart is through the stomach. It’s a very powerful ingredient in a relationship. Many meals and dining out give a chance to truly enjoy one another..” he began while his eyes stared intensely at your ever growing stomach.

After a couple of moments, the waiters came back to retrieve the now empty trolleys to their amazement while bringing in a new trolley filled with sweets and treats. You wasn’t sure if you could eat another bite! But at the same time, feeling so full made you feel so content and gave a warm feeling inside as your stomach was stuffed with hearty foods.

You decided it was time for you to feed yourself so you could set your own pace while Yao got to enjoy his own food, though he did not eat nearly as much as you did. He was a thin guy after all, the whole time you knew him he has never ate too much and always insisted on feeling you half of his plate anyways.

Your chubby fingers took the cheesecake that was placed on the large place, the treat decorated in chocolate drizzle and chunks of chocolate shavings. You nibbled on the chocolate chips to prepare yourself for devouring the cake, making a mental note to save some for Yao.

Taking your finger to scoop up the whipped cream on top, lustfully licking off the creamy substance while looking Yao directly in the eyes so he received your silent message. His breath hitched as he watched your tongue lap up the white substance with your tongue, oh how he wished he could watch you lap up other thick substances.

He rested his elbows on the table with his head in palms while watching in awe as you began to dig into the cheese cake. Your mouth stretching open to allow access to the dessert and swallowing it as soon as it touched your tongue, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

Yao set a tall glass of heavy cream on the side for you to wash down the food being gulped down your throat, while also adding a nice touch for extra weight gain from the liquid cream. He truly loved watching you feed yourself, it was almost as erotic as watching you touch yourself. However, you found it increasingly difficult lately with your ever growing thighs and stomach.

With one final slice left, a feeling of guilt washed over you as you realized you ate an entire cake! You looked up with tears prickling the sides of your eyes, Yao noticing this immediately springing into action. “What is wrong, my love? Don’t you like the cake? Do you want more?” he bombarded you with questions as his arms wrapped around your body, barely being able to fully envelope around your waist.

“I-it’s not that  Yao… I ate the entire cake! You must think I am a pig..” you sniffled while looking down, afraid to look Yao in the eyes due to embarrassment. Yao simply pulled you closed and hushed you, peppering kisses all over your chubby face while squeezing and pinching your side rolls.

“You’re so perfect..” he mumbled as he placed chaste kisses down your neck while rubbing your bulging round stomach that was full of food now. You groaned from the feeling of Yao’s hands over your soft belly, rubbing in comforting circles to soothe your over stuffed stomach.

“When we get home, why don’t I show you how beautiful you are..” he whispered huskily into your ear, earning a small whimper and blush to dust across your face while your mind ran with ideas of what was to come.

KazuBisha Week Day 2- School Days AU

‘I can’t believe we got even more homework.’ Yato groaned as he examined the 3759 page long book he was meant to read. ‘Where does the teacher even get all this stuff?’

‘The bookshop?’ Hiyori suggested, trying to shove her own copy into her backpack.

‘I’d like to see what kind of bookshop can even fit 24 copies of these stupid things inside.’ Yukine rolled his eyes.

Bishamon stared blankly at the pile of paper she had in front of her. She should have known better than to leave her homework to the last minute, and now she had catch up work to do on top of the new tasks. She looked around helplessly. Surely there was someone who was in even more trouble than she was. Bishamon couldn’t have been the only person who was lagging behind.

But alas, everyone else seemed to be managing fine. They all complained, sure, but atleast they were used to Tenjin’s ridiculous assignments. Bishamon, a transfer student, had no idea what she was in store for when she first moved here.

For one thing, her entire class seemed to be filled with rude and noisy boys. The ever-arguing Yato and Yukine, Okuninushi’s absent mindedness, Ebisu’s constant blabber about financial investments, and Takemikazuchi’s obnoxious attitude towards any living thing. The girls, on the other hand, were nice and polite, albeit a little strange themselves. Kofuku was always off in her own little world, doodling nonstop in her textbooks. Mayu seemed normal enough, but she seemed to hold a grudge of some kind against Yato. Hiyori, on the other hand, helped Yato and Yukine through all their problems. She was an A+ student, and a lovely person, but Bishamon didn’t really see herself being friends with anyone who was close to that creepy Yato.

'Class dismissed.’ Tenjin yawned as the bell rang, strolling casually out of the room as if he hadn’t just thrown them all into a hurricane.

Bishamon’s classmates trailed out slowly one by one, weighed down by the books, and soon she was the only person left in the classroom. Bishamon closed her eyes and rested her head against the book. She felt hopeless. Just what would she do now…?

'Excuse me, are you all right?’

With a start, Bishamon opened her eyes. She must have fallen asleep. Looking up sleepily, she found herself face to face with a bespectacled, brown haired boy.


'What time is it?’ Bishamon stood up quickly, knocking her chair to the ground and startling her companion.

'Break is nearly over,’ the boy answered hastily. 'But you still have some time to get to your next class.’

'Great, thanks!’ Bishamon replied, grabbing everything and sprinting off as fast as she could. Her next class was with Amaterasu, and she was unforgiving to latecomers.

'Wait! You forgot your-’ the boy began, but Bishamon was long gone. 'Book…’

He sighed, and glanced cautiously at the huge thing sitting on the table which looked like it was about to collapse from the weight. He poked at it gently, and the whole desk caved in.

The boy stood staring at the pile of what used to be Bishamon’s table, and sighed.

'She has Tenjin, doesn’t she?’ he murmured to himself.

Bishamon walked in circles outside her Languages classroom.

No, no, no, no, she thought to herself. I’ve lost it!

She had completely forgotten about Tenjin’s assignment until after the last period had ended. When she was leaving the school grounds, Hiyori had asked her how her bag was so light, seeing as everyone else was practically dragging their books home. In a flurry of panic, Bishamon rushed back to the school and into the classroom, only to find what used to be her desk in a pile on the floor, and the book nowhere to be seen.

Maybe one of the teachers had taken it. But why would anyone want to carry around that thing?

'Hello again. I thought I’d find you here.’

Bishamon whirled around to find the boy from before. In his hand was the answer to her question.

'You have my book.’ Bishamon sighed in relief. 'Thank you.’

'No problem,’ he tried handing the book back, but Bishamon was unprepared for just how heavy it was and it simply slipped out of her fingers. With a resounding thump, it landed hard on the floor.

Bishamon and the boy looked at it dejectedly.

'You can keep it.’ Bishamon glanced at him sullenly.

'You have a lot of homework, I see.’ the boy replied politely. 'What’s your name?’

'Bishamon,’ she replied. 'And yours?’

'You can call me Kazuma.’ the boy smiled. 'Tell you what, Bishamon, let me help with your work.’

'What? Seriously?’ Bishamon stared at him. 'You want to do this.’ she gestured at the lump of pain and suffering on the ground.

'To be more precise,’ Kazuma pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, reflecting light into Bishamon’s eyes and making her squint. 'Let me help you do this work.’

'Thanks, but…’ Bishamon hesitated. 'No one else in my class gets help from a senior, and if they managed to do it, I should be able to as well, right?’

She looked up at Kazuma, proud of her motivational speech, only to find Kazuma staring at her, mouth agape.

'W-what?’ Bishamon asked, going red with embarrassment. 'Did I say something wrong?’

'You didn’t know?’ Kazuma asked incredulously.

'Know what?’ Bishamon replied blankly.

After a long discussion about who was to carry what, Kazuma came to the brilliant solution of using a push cart from the nearby PE shed.

Bishamon lifted the book carefully onto the trolley, and the two rushed away from the new dent in the floor. They pushed the trolley all the way to the local library, getting many strange looks from passersby on the way. There, Bishamon was tasked with moving the book from the trolley safely into the library.

'I don’t believe it,’ Bishamon frowned, squeezing the book into her bag and lifting it slowly onto her back. 'How are the school bags not breaking?’

'As soon as Tenjin became a teacher, the school started making bags with army-grade materials which shall remain un-named because the author doesn’t know what they’re called.’ Kazuma explained as they marched into the library.

'I see.’ Bishamon nodded, although she wasn’t really listening. Even with a bag, carrying the book was painful.

As they walked further into the massive library, she started to see familiar faces. A clueless Kofuku was doing math equations with a tough, black haired man who looked suprisingly patient. Yato sat at a table a few feet away, unhappily writing down names of different capital cities around the world as another student blabbered on unhelpfully in the background. Takemikazuchi sat on a beanbag with his hands behind his head, reciting science terms to a boy kneeling beside him, book in hand.

'This is the buddy system you were talking about?’ Bishamon asked, glancing at Okuninushi who was being taught the art of not-shouting-every-word-he-said by a short, chubby man.

'Yes,’ Kazuma answered. 'Apparently you haven’t heard of it, being a transfer student and all that, but if you wish, you can apply for a buddy to help you with your homework. Most people who get Tenjin as a teacher do, because he sets such high standards. Yukine prefers to have Hiyori teach him herself, so that’s why they aren’t here.

'The guy working with Kofuku is called Daikoku. That annoying looking kid with Yato is Fujisaki, and for future reference he is, in fact, very annoying. Lastly, Kiun’s working with Takemikazuchi. We’re all seniors, so you don’t need to worry. Unless you’re with Fujisaki, then leave immediantely. The other students are either not here or they don’t feel the need for honework help, which is, of course, perfectly understandable. Ah, this should be fine.’

Bishamon set down her bag on the floor beside the pristine table, and brought out her work. Kazuma seated himself down next to her, and they looked at the mountain of homework before them.

'So, what do you want to start off with?’ he asked, smiling slightly.

'Better get Tenjin’s assignment out of the way.’ Bishamon sighed, bringing the book to the front of the pile.

'What is this called, anyway?’ Kazuma brushed sone dust off the brown cover. 'I haven’t actually seen the title.’

“The History of Japan and its Shinto Gods’,’ Bishamon read aloud. 'Sounds fun.’

'Well then, let’s get started.’ Kazuma edged closer to Bishamon until they were touching shoulders.

Bishamon blushed slightly, and as Kazuma opened up the book, she thought she saw him going pink as well.

Yato glanced over from where he was working, his partner talking on and on about absolute nonsense.

'I ship it,’ he whispered quietly, then punched Fujisaki in the face.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Thank you very much for everything you have shared so far! Can you tell us about scene 11 of act 1, when Albus and Scorpius get off from the moving train (and specially about the trolley witch)? Thank you!

Thank you for asking! So the scene where Scorpius Malfoy jumps off a moving train because Albus asked nicely? Yeah, I’d be glad to talk about that :’) Sorry this is slightly ramble-y:

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