Walk of Shame: “We’ve been flirting like crazy for two years, had sexual tension for four years, been comrades for six years, and known each other for ten years, we’re finally about to do it and this is what you say to me?” (Sakura must be 22.)
To Give Is To Receive: Sukea: “It’s been over ten years since I showed my face out here, so…” Sakura must be at least 23. (I actually mentally assumed her to be around 26 or 27 in this story, and for her and Kakashi to have gotten married when she was around 21.)
And of course, the Shinobi world isn’t Japan. In Japan, this kind of thing is not legal:
Ah, remember when Anko told a bunch of thirteen year olds the rules permitted killing each other with no penalty? Remember how Gaara did kill some other teenagers with no penalty? Good times.
Moreover, in the manga, Shikamaru is shown smoking at age sixteen, which is definitely under the legal age in Japan, and nobody gives a shit, including when he’s smoking right in front of the Hokage.
Basically, absent any information in canon about what the age of consent is and how strictly it’s enforced (because a law that isn’t actually enforced might as well not exist), I honestly don’t have any problem with fic that depicts Sakura having a sexual relationship with Kakashi aged 16-17, even though I don’t write it myself. I mean, I enjoy Sense and Sensibility, in which 35-year-old Colonel Brandon falls in love with 16-year-old Marianne Dashwood. I have different standards for historical and fantasy works than for modern real life.
If it squicks you, that’s valid! You don’t have to read it! :D
jack won’t watch a british show without french subtitles because it’s too hard to understand their accents, but he also watches foreign movies with english subtitles even though the french option is right there??? jack????
unclear on how his own name is pronounced. his parents don’t seem very sure either. he is afraid to ask.
jack hates english punctuation so much. so much. why is it always cramping his style.
shitty can tell when jack’s writing a paper in English because his texts get increasingly capital-F French
shitty replies with “hello jack . when are we going to annie ‘ s . lardo says << i ‘ m hungry >> .”
The Autocorrect Struggle
autocorrect is also cramping his style
marty texts to ask about the game schedule the next day and jack, being half asleep, forgets to change his language settings and replies “Devonshire entire la a 17 heiress pour lo dinner”
marty always replies to these texts with “thanks, jacques, that was helpful”
he is a jerk.
jack’s slowly teaching his english autocorrect to speak french; shitty claims that if you yell “hey siri - FUCK NO” when it corrects to the wrong word it’ll learn faster
autocorrect knows to leave tabarnak alone, because jack is a great teacher.
speaking of siri - why does she not understand anything jack says ever, any of the time. jack and siri Are Not Friends. they are not bros and jack does not like her.
absolutely refuses to watch disney movies in english. that is not the language of disney. he’s seen a whole ten minutes of the english version of the lion king; all of the voices were Wrong
he thinks bilingual puns are so funny!!!! he only gets say them every once in a while but they’re hilarious!!!!!!!
jack once called ransom, with an actual honest to god phone call, just to tell him a great pun that bitty didn’t react to strongly enough
(a key part of rans’ impression of jack is the phrase “i just told bitty this one but he didn’t laugh”)
he takes german for his language credit freshman year (shitty: HAVE YOU NOT DONE ENOUGH) and fails a test on possessives because he never learned how to use apostrophes in english and he can’t figure out how to translate plural possessives. he may be the first person to fail a german test because his english isn’t good enough.
just?? random gaps everywhere in his english knowledge, honestly. he can write a paper but he doesn’t know what an adverb is. he missed two spelling tests in high school because of a concussion and he still just lets spellcheck tell him how to write “occurred”
jack knows history vocabulary but he learned a lot of it out of books and he doesn’t actually know how to pronounce any of it in english
he does presentations with his Absolute Most French Accent just so everyone is really clear that he doesn’t know what he’s doing
has no idea about science words and won’t discuss it with anyone in english, no thank you
someone claims that jack once implied that petroleum comes from exploding fish bones; every time they try to ask jack about it he dodges the question and then runs away.
hi everybody! it’s definitely been a while, huh? i hope everyone is well and has been/ is studying hard for their end of year exams! good luck!
since my gap year is coming to an end, i decided i wanted to make a few posts about it to help some of you guys, who have been asking me about my experience, out. these are a few things i’ve learned during my gap year.
► it’s ok to be the only one taking a gap year
this was a really big thing for me. no one i knew decided to take one at the end of our secondary school career. i was the only person in my big old school, as for as i’m aware of, that chose to do so. i have to admit it’s really weird to be the only one in your friend group not going to university and experiencing that exciting time. in belgium it really isn’t a common thing to do either. especially not after secondary school. but! and this is a big but: you will. a gap year doesn’t mean you’re never going to go to uni/ college and experience the same as your friends! it’s a year out to work or discover what you really want to do in life. and if it just so happens you find out you prefer working straight away, that’s totally cool! whatever suits you! i just hope my friends learn to accept others who choose to work instead of studying instead of making them feel like they’re just too “dumb” for uni/college. we all choose different paths in life. let’s all try to live with that.
► keep yourself busy
one of the things most adults told me was to keep myself busy during my gap year, because otherwise i’d become incredibly lazy. for my part, this is so true. there were a few weeks at the start of october that i wasn’t working, and i became such really lazy. i slept in almost every day and i didn’t feel motivated to do anything. i also felt quite isolated and lonely. you don’t have to work to keep yourself busy though! you could travel, pick up a hobby, get better at something you’ve already learned, etc. as long as you’re keeping yourself busy and making the most out of your gap year! why would you be taking one otherwise?
► you will lose friends and make new ones
don’t be afraid of the fact you’ll eventually lose some old friends. the people who don’t invest in your friendship as much as you do don’t deserve you honestly! i started feeling lonely too, since a few of my friends never made any effort to keep in contact with me, or meet up with me, even though i tried time and time again. it’s totally normal and will happen to everyone.this doesn’t mean you should just give up on all your friendships though! but trust me: you’ll know what i’m talking about at some point in your life. at work i met a group of really great young people like me, and we have become a really close group of friends. we take out breaks together, go out after work and hang out on our days off. they’ve really given me the kind of friendship i was looking for, and i’m really grateful for that.
► don’t feel so guilty about having fun
this was a biggie for me. i can’t really explain it, but i started feeling guilty about having so much fun. in school there weren’t that many times i went out or hung out with my friends because i was focusing on studying, so whenever i made plans this year, i felt really weird about it. almost as if i was having too much fun? this is a really silly feeling and i’ve learned to let that part of me go. it’s important to bond with your friends and yourself by exploring places and making memories. don’t feel bad about it.
► money, money, money
i think everyone has a hard time figuring out how to budget and save the first time round. (if not: you should write a book for all of us who did struggle!) i’m in a position where i can save a very large part of my money each month because i only pay my parents a little each month. keeping in mind, my goal was double of what i started with, i’m incredibly close. i’m using all my money to pay for my tuition fees for 2 years and part of my rent, so i’m doing a great job so far, even if i do say so myself. it’s not so easy for others, and it’s so normal to struggle if you’re not used to working and earning a steady income each month. don’t be too hard on yourself about this: you’re young and clueless.
► in the end: it’s only one year
it’s really easy to get it into your head that this year is going to be hard and will feel like it lasts forever, but time honestly flies. when i first starting on the first of july time seemed to go so slowly. every day seemed to last an age, and i wondered what it would feel like to only have a few months left. i’m at that stage now, and every day seems to fly by. i was told it would take me six months to get used to working, but it only took me 3. by the time october came around i was so used to getting up at a certain time, finishing at 6pm, coming home, eating, practicing on the piano and going to bed. it doesn’t seem that exciting, but we’re all creatures of habit and routine. i feel like i’ve changed a lot as a person, but also like i haven’t at all. in some aspects i’m much wiser, but at the same time i still feel like a lost kid. a year really isn’t a long time at all.
those were just some things i’ve learned so far. i still have a total of 9 weeks left until i’m packing up and flying to barcelona to start an incredibly exciting chapter of my life. who knows what will happen! i’ll be making a few more posts about gap years, so if you’re interested in taking one, just keep an eye out!
I feel like my personality has been misconstrued since Sarah and the other mods joined so I’m going to say this now, as I did when me, the first and original mod of this blog, started this. Zero argument tolerance. Do not bicker with any of us, do not try to belittle us, do not try to make your point, don’t do any of that. Imagine this blog as a house. You’ve been invited into our house. We invite you, and you ensue to make us uncomfortable. So? We kick you out of our house. There are plenty of reaction blogs, so go look at them and see if they will condone a teenager dating someone who’s old enough to be their dad. Bye
Matt and I started serving at the
Uptown Café a year after we had planned to start college. Of course, as lazy as
we are, we never actually got around to applying for classes. You know how it
goes. One second you’re graduating high school and moving in with your best
friend and then the next 5 years have gone by and all you have to show for it
is the double bedroom apartment y’all can barely afford and the half-decent
part time job that had, at some point, turned into a less than half-decent full
time job. I don’t mind living like this, at least we were having fun, but for
some reason Matt really had a problem with everything. He’s a lot like me- he
likes to party and shit. We’d go out and have a good time, until it seemed he
didn’t want to have one anymore. I guess that’s why he moved in with that other
guy- what was his name? Brent? I don’t know, and I don’t really care. It was
supposed to be Matt and I against the world… until one day it wasn’t. Out of
the blue, all of a sudden, blah blah blah. Yeah, it hurt me. Not as much as I
would’ve expected it to, though. He’d been distant for a while, drinking a lot
and not really doing much outside of going to work and dropping in on the
occasional party. I’d been missing the old Matt, the one who’d do stupid shit
with me and never failed to make a room light up with his winning smile and
sense of humor. So, when he got down, I really wasn’t surprised that he got
picked up by some new guy that easily. Just kinda sucked that I had to move
too- there was no way I could afford that apartment on my own. Not to mention
that things at work started getting a little weird after that.
Anyway, enough moaning about how
Matt’s kinda shitty. I’m not entirely sure it was all his fault, too. After he
moved in with that new guy, there were two solid months where things didn’t add
up. He stopped answering pretty much all texts, even from our other close
friends and coworkers, and dropped shifts left and right at the Uptown Café.
And when he did show up to work you could tell that he was getting really,
well, fat. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t huge or anything. But between the two
of us, we’d never weighed more than 320 lbs combined. Working out was never our
thing after high school, but both of us still had light abs on our slim frames
up until that point. We played some sports in high school, Matt was even better
than me at most of them. He’s 5’11 and semi muscular- of course he’d do well.
His thick thighs even got him a baseball scholarship that he never used. That’s
why I was surprised that day when Matt showed up at the Café carrying a small
gut on him. His jeans were tight and his black polo was having trouble staying
tucked in. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t insanely turned on. The only reason
we were best friends and never anything more is because he was always too
skinny for me. Matt knew that too, he’d hit on me a few times throughout the
years but I always told him I like some meat on my man’s bones. He definitely
wasn’t lacking in the looks department either. Dark and scruffy, handsome
features. He got his fair attention from guys around town. So when he showed up
carrying a few extra pounds, I was more than excited. I started thinking that
the new Brent guy might not be so bad for Matt after all, even if I could tell
that I was losing one of my closest friends.
Nobody at work mentioned Matt’s
weight gain, despite how apparent it was. He started eating on the clock,
stealing food from the kitchen. Not just bites here and there, but taking
actual meals off trays and stealing pastries from the bakery. The kitchen got
pissed, but Matt never cared. When I talked to him about it he always said he
didn’t know what I was talking about and smile, like he was being bashful about
it. It was obvious he’d been pigging out, though. As his little gut grew I
found him more and more often next to whatever food line he was stealing from,
holding his belly and burping to relieve the pressure. Those last two months at
the café, he actually seemed happy again. Bloated and happy. It was a nice
change to see, I was starting to feel like I had my old friend back personality
wise. Best part was that he didn’t even mention Brent once, and I wasn’t about
to bring him up. Not when it felt like I finally might have something with the
The day Matt quit was the last day
I saw him. It’s been half a year and I still remember it like it just happened.
I was taking a table’s order and Matt walked into the Café in uniform, but his
clothes didn’t fit at all. We hadn’t seen him in over two weeks, and it looked
like all he’d been doing since his last shift was eating. His face looked
fuller, like a double chin was starting- his scruff was swelling out around his
not-so-sharp jawline. His polo was tight at the top and unbuttoned. His chest
looked soft, like you could poke it. His gut bounced with each step, you could
really tell because the polo didn’t cover him bellybutton down. I’d seen that
happy trail a thousand times around our old apartment, but it never drove me so
wild until I saw it stretched out by the new blubber. I wanted to poke his
lovehandles so bad, to trace his fresh stretch marks with my narrow fingertips.
His biggest pair of jeans couldn’t contain his girth, and neither could his
underwear. There was a good two inch gap between the button and the button
hole, and a good amount of fat pad spilled over his underwear that he couldn’t
pull up all the way. As he walked passed me going to the back office, he winked
at me and his softer face folded into a slight smile. I looked down and saw his
belly bounce one last time. As he walked away, his slightly sweaty (it was a
hot day) ass crack smiled at me too. His ass demanded my attention, straining
the seams of his jeans down into his thick thighs. I gave my attention back to
the men at my table, who’d barely noticed Matt walking by. A few minutes later
I caught a glimpse out of the window of Brent walking Matt back to his car,
twirling some kind of pen in his left hand. And that was the last time I saw my
now beefy best friend. Rumors soon circulated that he quit that day, and
everyone moved on.
That was half a year ago. Not much
has changed besides the apartment I live in. I’ve made some new friends, gotten
some good tables at work. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to get up the
nerve to go see him. The fact that he ignored my text and calls after smiling
at me before leaving the job we got together was confusing, to say the least.
But here I am, half a year later and just as confused as I was 6 months ago, at
the steps of Brent’s high end apartment that Matt moved into, last I heard. I
raise my fist, thinking about how Matt must’ve been at least 200 pounds last
time I saw him, and knock a few times. Don’t salivate, you’ve known him since
you were little. Don’t be gross.
A few seconds later I hear a
deadbolt unlatch and Brent opens the door, shirtless. He’s definitely cute, if
you’re in to tall, blond muscular men who wear cotton shorts and no underwear.
His dick’s big, in case you’re wondering. God, I don’t even think he’s hard.
Instantly I’m a little intimidated.
“Hey,” I start, “I’m an old friend
of Matt’s. Is he home?”
He leans on the doorframe, his
bicep bulging with the tension. “Yeah! He’s in here man,” Brent confirms in a
friendly tone, “you wanna come in? He’s in the shower but it’ll only be a sec.
I don’t think we’ve properly met, I’m Brent.” He extends his large hand served
with a smile.
I shake his hand, it’s wet. “I’m
Matt’s old roommate, coworker, whatever… Hayden.” I wipe my hand on my jeans and
Brent gestures for me to come inside.
“Ah, sorry about the wet hand! Just
got done helping out with some shower problems.” Brent says and wipes his hand
off on his shorts, too. The main hallway is dark, but Brent leads me from the
side by placing his huge hand on the small of my back. My cock twitches from
the touch- how’d he know that area is basically my second g-spot? I’m hoping
him and Matt haven’t talked too much about me. As friendly as Brent’s acting,
things could turn at any second. This all seems a little… convenient.
The hallway opens up to an
expansive living room that’s piled high with junk food. All around the room, in
shoulder high stacks, lay boxes of danishes, snack cakes, chips, ramen, candy
and sodas. Brent’s sizable kitchen overlooks the living room and is equipped
with two refrigerators and a deep freezer. Everything has a pretty modern look,
but the sleek look is slightly tainted by the immense amount of packaged food
laying out in the open. Despite that, though, Brent definitely knows how to
style a room.
Instantly things are making both
more and less sense simultaneously. As confused as I am, I follow Brent into
“Welcome to Chez Moi! Make yourself
at home man, no shirts allowed. Go ahead, throw it anywhere.” Brent instructs. I
follow his orders and throw my well-fitting black polo onto the granite
counter, despite being more uncomfortable every second. It feels like he’s
eying me up like I’m some kind of prized pig he’s going to want to bring to the
“So…” I try, tapping my finger on
the countertop, “how long do you think Matt’s going to be in the shower?”
“Not much longer man, he was almost
done last time I checked. It’s been taking him a little longer than it used to
in there, that’s for sure.”
My cock twitches at the thought
that Matt might’ve put on even more weight, if that’s what he’s insinuating.
I’m glad my jeans are dark, I don’t need Brent seeing the precum stains. I want
to probe more. “He always used to take pretty quick showers, what do you think
takes him longer?” I ask.
“Probably all the weight he’s put
on,” Brent answers with a slight laugh. I shift a bit to adjust my cock in my
jeans and Brent looks down at my crotch. “Yeah man I know you like the sound of
that, trust me I’m into it too- ya know, big guys and all. It’s a good thing
though, you wouldn’t be here right now if we weren’t! Even had an officer
influence you to come over.”
“What do you-“ I’m cut off by the
sound of a door closing down the hall. Matt’s footsteps sound… heavy. Very
heavy. When I see him attempt to walk through the door head on, I’m shocked.
He’s huge, absolutely massive. He can’t even fir through the door without
turning to the side. Even his side profile is massive, the way his bulbous
belly sticks out so far. Matt’s chubby fingers grab a few bags of powered
donuts off the top of a pile of junk food and sits naked on the couch, turning
on the tv.
“Yeah,” Brent whispers in my ear,
“He’s a fat one now. Go ahead, go say hello! Don’t be shy, y’all used to be
best friends.” He nudges the small of my back and I stumble forward a little,
overcome with lust. I look back at Brent and he reassuringly nods at me with
those beautiful green eyes.
“Hey Matt, it’s me.” I say,
wandering around the junk food piles over to the couch. Matt’s blubbery face
looks over his shoulder, but he can’t see me. Too much lard in the way. I sit
on the arm of the couch, right next to his lardy shoulder.
This man, the man I’ve known since
we were kids, the skinny man that got basically any guy he wanted, must be over
400 lbs. I can’t believe it’s real, I can’t believe it’s him. But I look into
his dark eyes and know that it’s Matt. His face is almost unrecognizable with
lard, it’s like he’s been lost. His double chin melds into his full cheeks, and
his scruff is untidy. I want to jiggle that chin so bad, but my eyes lead me
down. His arms are two giant sausages compared to what the semi muscular biceps
he used to have. They push against his moobs, where his pecs used to be. His
chest has bloated into two fat cantaloupes connects slightly in the middle,
they’re like a shelf over his huge, slightly hairy belly and they blend into
his back fat. His gut sticks way out in
front of him and is completely soft, covered in dark red stretchmarks and a
more generous happy trail. It’s almost perfectly round, just slightly obscured
where his huge lovehandles fold over. As Matt struggles to look at me, his
whole torso jiggles slowly. Unfortunately he’s leaning enough to where his lap
is covered by his huge belly, but his thighs, stuffed full with lard, are
clearly visible. They push against each other as the big boy tries to keep his
oversized legs closed. The bottom of his belly wins, though, and his fat legs
are forced slightly apart to make room. Even his calves and ankles are fat,
completed with blubber filled toes. From head to toe he’s a complete fatty, and
I can’t control myself.
Matt bashfully looks at me, like
he’s half concerned that he’s naked in front of me. “Hey Hayden, is that you?
Long time no see!” I didn’t think he’d be excited to see me, but I’m glad he
“Yeah it’s been a minute, a lot’s
changed.” I say as I look him up and down to see if he’ll acknowledge his size
change. “You’re not exactly easy to get ahold of.”
“Well I lost my phone awhile back
and I’ve been too busy to go get a new one…” Matt responds.
“Oh, busy?” I say, watching his
chubby fingers reach into a bag of mini donuts and shove one between his plump
lips. “Have you gotten a new job since quitting at the Café?”
Brent interjects, walking in
shirtless from the kitchen, muscular pecs bouncing. “Matt doesn’t really work
anymore. He prefers it here, right Matt?” He asks with a shake of Matt’s fat
covered shoulder. His body quakes.
“Oh yeah, I love it here.” Matt
says in response. “Brent’s got everything you could need. You should really try
it sometime, Hayden. Brent knows his way around a kitchen.”
“Thaaaat’s right Matt, and you know
your way around a dining table.” Brent says, poking Matt’s belly and letting
the fat bounce back out. Matt doesn’t even pay attention, he’s focused on the
donuts. “Ya know, Hayden, I could use a word with you back in the kitchen. I
know you must be a little interested in what’s going on!.”
Back in the kitchen, out of Matt’s
earshot, Brent gets to explaining. “Sorry man, this whole thing must be weird
for you. I was confused too when I was in your position, so I’ll answer any
questions in just a minute. First though, let me tell you about the company I
work for for. We call ourselves the Pen Men, lame I know. But it makes sense
because we operate with these little things.” Brent takes a white ballpoint pen
out of his shorts pocket and starts twirling it. “This is where it gets freaky,
man. We can limitedly control other people with this shit! All you gotta do is
concentrate and then click the pen, and boom
they’re under our spell. They’ll eat as much as you want for as long as you
want, in a nutshell. Look at what I did to your buddy Matt, he doesn’t even
notice he’s fuckin 430 lbs man! This sounds nuts, but I know you’re into it.
You wanna give it a go?”
I’m overwhelmed by all of this
information at once, he’s about to let me try out this pen that lets me make
anyone as fat as I want them to be? “Okay if this is true, then fuck yeah I
want to try it.” I say. Brent looks me in the eye and clicks the pen, it emits
a flash of light, but I won’t remember that in two seconds.
I’m a little dazed from the click,
but jesus christ my stomach hurts like it never has before. “What the hell did
you do to me, Brent?”
“Man I just tried the pen out on
you, look down you’re huge!” Brent tells me, gesturing to my swollen middle.
“That doesn’t make sense…” I say,
holding my swollen tummy. I haven’t put on any weight, it just feels like I’ve
eaten more than I ever have in my life. I burp to relieve the press so that I
don’t have to stay doubled over. “Did it fill me with food?”
“Nah man, look,” Brent says,
grabbing a tablet off the counter. “I put you under for the last hour and this
is what you did!” He opens up a video taken on his living room security camera.
I see myself in fast forward enter the room and grab a pile of junk food. I sat
my skinny ass on the couch and ate 10 bags of chips, half a dozen sodas, and
half of a sheet cake. After I ate as much as I could possibly hold, I waddle
back to the spot that I started in, right next to Brent. “The damage is all
there.” Brent points at the couch, where Matt is greedily leaning back and
eating the rest of my cake with his hands. “See? It really works! I knew you
thought I was full of bullshit man.”
My eyes grow wide, still confused
as to what exactly Brent wants me for. “So you’re gonna hypnotize me and make
me as big as Matt??”
“Nooooo dude that was my plan
origionally,” Brent tells me, “But the Pen Men want you as one of us, they
wouldn’t let me have you. I was pissed at first but maybe one day you’ll end up
back in my living room!” He puts his meaty hand on the small of my back and
pulls me close. “I couldn’t let you go without trying my pen on you at least
once, slim… So what do you say? Do you want to be a Pen Man?”
My response is immediate. “I
“Great,” Brent says. “Ya know, I
almost wish you would’ve said no. Anyone who says no to the Pen Men ends up
just like Matt over there!”
I’m not extremely happy about that,
but there’s one thing I can’t get out of my mind. “As fucked as that is, Brent,
are we allowed to fuck the fat ones?” I’m more horny than I am embarrassed
after asking that.
Matt, like a trained dog, reaches
over to the side of the couch and picks up a bottle of lube and stats pouring
it all over his fat folds. You can hear them slurping from the kitchen, waiting
for my cock. I take off the rest of my clothes and walk over to Matt, my
bloated stomach leading me. Matt’s eyes are looking at me like they’ve never
looked at me before as he lays back on the couch, done covering himself in lube.
I hit my rock hard cock against his gigantic belly and send his hole body
quivering. Months ago he was just a basket ball sized gut. He was just a thin
man who’d been eating a little too much lately, but now he’s so much more. Leaning
over him, I slide my head in between his moob and belly fold and let it slide
in and out. God he’s so fucking fat, I can’t handle it. My taut abdomen is jamming
into his gigantic soft one, a feeling I’m not used to. I take my dick and jam
it into his fat folds and he moans like a fat boy who hasn’t eaten in half an
hour. I never thought I’d hear that sound from him, sounds almost like the
grunts he’d make when he played baseball. I pulse in and out quickly, not able
to control myself. He jiggles more and more as I get more intense before I
finally cum a huge load all over his belly. He reaches for a box of pizza he’d
been working on earlier, not caring that he’s still lubed up and has my cum all
Matt looks up at me. “Will you
finish me off? For old times sake?” He says with those fat guy eyes, looking at
me the same way he looks at the box of pizza.
fatass, I’ve got you.” I say and slide my tired, bloated body next to him. I
dig under his fat, slippery belly until I feel his now small dick poking
straight up. That thing used to be a lot bigger, but now there’s so much more
in the way. I give him a half assed handjob, it’s not easy fighting against his
430 lbs man gut. It doesn’t take him long to squirt out, his sex drive
definitely not what it used to be. Maybe Brent keeps him overused, I know I
walks into the room, naked and hard, and throws a towel at me. “Aight man, your
ride’s here. Dry off and go out to the black SUV outside. I’ve got some biiiiiiig
business to take care of,” he says as he sits on Matt’s fat thighs and sticks
his dick into Matt’s gut. He looks at me. “ Hopefully one day you’ll end up in my
living room.. You know you way out?”
it’s just down the hall.” I say. “Hey, Brent, thanks for everything… Hopefully one
day you’ll end up in my living room too.” I throw the towel down and wink at
him, grabbing my clothes and heading out the door. Before I close the door I can
hear the squelching of lubed up fat and Brent’s loud moans echoing through the
apartment. I really do hope he ends up in my living room, someday. He’d look
stunning with a few hundred pounds.
hop into the backseat of the black SUV parked right in front of the building,
now dressed back in my Uptown Café uniform. It’s an extremely nice interior,
but the partition keeps me from seeing the driver’s area of the car. In the
other middle seat sits a man with black hair and sharp features wearing sunglasses.
He pulls out a white pen, and before I can protest I’m coming-to sitting in
what looks like a stainless steel interrogation room.
Hayden, welcome to this area’s Pen Men headquarters,” The slender man from the
car says to me. “If you’ll follow me we can start our tour. I’m sure you’re
full of questions. I’m Officer Halting, by the way.” He seems really friendly,
if not explicitly professional.
up, not even dazed after being under the pen’s spell for god knows how long.
Officer Halting takes me through the long white tiled hallways, showing me
certain rooms for surveillance, coffee, problem management, recreation, and all
that trivial stuff. Finally, we end up in a room that looks like an extremely
modern, open windowed, multi level library. Except instead of books, the
shelves carry rows and rows of small mahogany boxes, the perfect size for
holding pens. You can see on the second floor there’s a wall of screens right
up where the elegant stairwell ends.
this way, Hayden.” Officer Halting leads me straight up to the wall of screens.
His black dress shoes click on the tiled floor. “Let me demonstrate the
functions of our pens. As I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, clicking the pens
will unleash a flash and put your target, or targets, under a spell. But
there’s a bit more to these functions that I must explain.
thing’s first. If you ever need to come to headquarters- maybe you have a
question or maybe you just want to talk to some other agents- just press the
button at the bottom and your pen will glow green. A shuttle car will appear
for you within half an hour.
Now If you’ll look here, you’ll see
a switch that you can slide. This will choose if you want your man, or men, to
remember what happens under hypnosis. Slide it white to remember, or black if
you want them in a trance. Today you’ve had the black option used on you
several times. As you may have noticed, it’s completely painless. For most
intents and purposes, our Agents generally stick with keeping the pens on white
mode. If you ever choose to let your men out of white hypnosis, they’ll find
they’ve come to like being huge and won’t stop their habits. With the black
option, they usually form habits with eating that don’t stop. It won’t be a quick
weight gain like the post white hypnoisis option, but there should still be
weight gain. In addition, the men usually get freaked out that they’ve gained,
say, 200 lbs. That’s not so desirable, unless you’re into that. The decision is
Unsurprisingly, our agents often make
mistakes, and that’s okay. Hypnosis is a funny tool that’s not meant to be
learned overnight. But there are ways of correcting these mistakes. If you look
at my pen here, you’ll see a button on the side. Now this button is extremely
important, and if you use it you will undergo a trial by the Pen Men board here
at headquarters. As for the
functionality, you press the button and the whole pen takes on a red hue. If
you then click the pen, a red flash will be emitted and will alter everyone who
could’ve seen your mistake’s perception of the situation to make more sense.
You’ve actually experienced the usage of the red alert function before, believe
it or not. Take a look at the screen.”
screens join together to make one picture. The video starts with a black
background and the words “Agent Brent, Target Matt- 212 lbs, Uptown Café”. A
video from the cameras at my job flies onto the huge screen. Immediately I
recognize the day. I’m over at a table taking an order when Matt walks in, a
lot skinnier than I just saw him. His clothes fit just like how I remember them
fitting that day, but he doesn’t march straight to the back office, and he
doesn’t even look at me. Matt goes and clocks in as he usually would, and he’s
getting a lot of stares from customers. He did not fit in those clothes at all.
Matt heads to the back and the video shifts to the kitchen’s cameras. Matt walks
into the freezer and picks up a 5 gallon carton of ice cream. He throws the lid
on the ground and takes the ice cream to the pastry area, out in front of the
customers. He grabs a handful of cookies and starts scooping up ice cream, then
shoves the food into his mouth. Ice cream is dripping down his slight double
chin and crumbs falling are all over his tight polo. Shit’s landing on his
exposed belly, it wouldn’t be pretty for anyone to see, except for people like
me. You see me walking over to Matt and saying some stuff to him, but he
doesn’t even notice me, he just keeps cramming cookies and ice cream into his
mouth. It’s apparent he’s getting stuffed because he’s leaning back and his
basket ball sized gut is getting pushed out more and more. You can physically
see him grunt as he stuffs more food into himself- the customers are disgusted
with the melted ice cream sticking to the hairs on his bloated gut. Within a
few minutes our boss comes out and starts yelling what looks like “GET OUT” at
Matt and points at the door, but Matt doesn’t seem to notice. Brent comes
running in on the madness and his pen glows red. He clicks the pen and a red
flash is emitted. My coworkers and I quickly clean up the mess and everything
returns to normal. Brent and Matt walk out of the restaurant and I’m back at my
table taking their order, like I had never gotten it.
express. “I never had any idea all of that happened. That’s really powerful for
just a pen.”
sir.” Officer Halting confirms. “They’re extremely powerful tools and they will
not be misused. If you misuse the pens, consequences will entail.
I want to
reiterate to you, Hayden, that this business is a lot more influential than you
may think. Have you noticed anyone going missing over the past few years? Maybe
they go on vacation and never return.”
I think for a second.
“Actually one of our managers, Lance Brown, went on vacation to Orlando a few
months ago and we heard he ended up getting transferred there. Is that true?”
Brown? Let’s see here…” Officer Halting says as he types away into the keyboard
in front of the screen. “It looks like he got sucked in to a small town pig
farm in Georgia… let’s see if we can get an individual camera on him…” Some
more typing. “Aha, here he is.”
screens glow up with the live video footage of what looks like a fancy dining
hall in some kind of mansion. There are a number of long, sturdy tables lined
all the way down with rich and heavy foods, as if all the immense men are
having a feast. Every seat is filled with a man stuffing his face, all ranging
in size. I only see the full picture for a second but the larger men, who
probably can’t fit in the chairs, are laying naked on the ground belly up, food
falling into their obese mouths. Several naked muscular men walk the aisles,
refilling platters that have been emptied by the fat men sitting around them.
Officer Halting zooms in on a group of medium sized guys, all hovering around
facing us is Lance Brown,” He tells me.
I take a
closer look. “Holy shit, that’s him! What is that place?” I ask as I look at my
old manager. He’s wearing black slacks that have ripped down his dark, fat
thighs and a very stained white button up that’s missing most of the buttons.
The button around his moobs still hangs on, as my old manager shoves another
piece of fried chicken into his chubby mouth. It kind of looks like he’s even
made friends with the other fat men. He used to be so health conscious, it’s
shocking to see him getting so big and pigging out like that.
Officer Halting explains, “Is one of our pig farms. It’s a small town,
population 3,000, that has been taken over by our agents. You see, our whole
goal is to make the world fat. We’ve been in operation since this country was
created, but in recent years the US government has hired our agencies to sedate
the entire country, and then all others. Right now we already have headquarters
in most of the western world, but the US is by far the farthest along. The
world leaders need us to help our species come to peace, and this is the route
they chose. As for our agents, we only choose men who are into fattening other
men beyond all limits. That’s why you’re here, Hayden. We need you to help us.
program, you’ll start off by learning to use your pen on one target. Once you
feel you have a handle on it, we’ll allow you to control more and more men as
you attempt to rise through the ranks. Be warned, though. Thing can get
complicated. There are several agents in every town, and it’s a tad too many.
You can choose other agents to be your pig, it’s not uncommon for our agents to
be taken over. If you’ll look at our screen here, in this farm you’ll see over
in this corner the man who originally owned the farm is currently being fucked
by the man who took over the farm.”
The screens zoom into a corner on a
very large man with caramel skin. The computer detects his face and shows a
picture of what he used to look like. Tall, muscular, piercing eyes and wavy
hair that any guy couldn’t say no to. Over the picture are the words ‘Agent
Mark, taken over. 170-545 lbs’ The man in the video is being fucked by some
pale guy with brown hair who’d actually look really good if someone took him
over. Currently old Agent Mark lays on all fours, his huge gut wet and touching
the ground. I can almost hear it slapping. All his blubber pulsates every time
the other agent pounds another one into him. They both look extremely satisfied,
despite the fact that Agent Mark used to be the skinny one fucking huge pigs.
“Anywho,” Officer Halting says,
brining our focus back to reality. “You’ll figure all of this out as it goes.
Who knows, maybe one day you’ll own a city, maybe even a state if you’re lucky.
I think we covered pretty much all of our bases here Hayden, so unless you have
any questions we’ll be dropping you off back at your apartment.”
I come-to in my bed at my single
bedroom apartment. On my nightstand sits a mahogany box that holds an exact
replica of the pens Brent and Officer Halting had. A list of instructions lays
inside, along with the note that for the first 3 months I’ll only be able to
put one man under, and during that time the other agents won’t be able to
hypnotize me. Sounds like a good deal to me. The only problem is that I can’t
figure out who I should use my pen on. None of my friends particularly pique my
interest… There’s always my old basketball coach that’s stayed in pretty good
shape if I want more of a daddy, or maybe that cute guy from the supermarket
that always offers to carry my groceries to my car for me. Then it hits me-
Kyle. He was on my high school swimming team and would always try to start shit
with me. He even got a job at the Uptown Café a few years ago, and he’s been a
jerk to me lately. Stealing my tables and telling me I should pick them up
faster, talking shit about me to our managers, just petty things. But damn that
man is good looking. 6’ even and 170 lbs of lean muscle- his black undercut
always looks better than mine and his facial features are so strong they could
lift weights. He’d be perfect.
Technically the Pen Men pay all of
my bills now, but I don’t immediately quit my job. I need this last shift to
hook Kyle. A whole day has passed where I haven’t touched my pen, but I know
Kyle’s working the morning shift too.
Work’s just like normal, I work my
shift and keep an eye on Kyle to make sure he won’t leave without me getting
him. I finish up a little bit earlier than normal, so I ask Kyle if he can help
me lift some stuff in the back because I’m just too weak. He eats that shit up
like how he’s about to eat all the food the Pen Men are delivering today.
“Okay Kyle, the stuff’s right over
here.” I say as I take out my pen, making sure the setting’s on white.
“Are you stupid?” Kyle taunts,
“There’s nothing here.”
“You’re right,” I tell him. “Let me
just…” I click the pen and the flash of light glazes over Kyle’s eyes for a
second. He looks at me- I’m not sure what to say. “Ummm here are my keys, go to
“I’m done early? Or are you just
too stupid to finish on time?” Kyle asks me.
“Don’t be rude, you’re my friend
Kyle. Now go to my car.” I instruct. I guess this isn’t foolproof.
“Oh, right, okay. Can we get food
on the way home?”
Back at my apartment the Pen Men
have already set my cozy place up with piles of food similar to Brent’s and
they even brought in an extra refrigerator. Nothing as fancy as Brent’s place,
but maybe they’ll offer me something better in the future.
Kyle walks in and immediately
starts eating the food without me telling him to do so. I remember Officer
Halting telling me that under the pen, they’ll keep eating until they’ve
reached their absolute capacity. It keeps them gaining extremely fast. When
they’re not eating, they sleep, unless you tell them to do otherwise. This is
working out to being a lot easier than I thought I’d be. I tell Kyle to take
off his clothes and I’m glad to see his cock’s a good eight inches hard. He’s
got a nice amount of body hair too. More than Matt’s happy trail but not too
much either. Too bad I’m not into him yet. He’s done a good job of keeping his
muscles in shape since leaving high school. At least that’ll all be gone soon
First month with Kyle is over and
man has it been insane. Kyle’s like the roommate I always wanted. He eats like
a pig all day, constantly stuffed, and never complains about anything. Laying
back, burping, then shoving more food into himself. He never says he’s full or
doesn’t want to eat. He just always wants to eat and it’s magical.
Kyle’s even kind of nice to talk to
when he’s not putting me down all the time. He comes from a messed up family
and I think that’s why he can be such an asshole. He’s got a lot of cool
opinions about the world, a different outlook that I don’t always get myself.
It’s kind of refreshing having him as a roommate. He doesn’t really get off the
couch unless he has to use the bathroom, and I’ve been falling asleep in his
arms the past two weeks. On average I’d say he gains a little bit more than a
pound a day, but his capacity has really grown. At first he could eat one large
pizza in a sitting but now he can eat over three if I keep them coming. And his
gut! All that not working out and being lazy is really looking good on him. Of
course he still has a lot of muscle, but it’s all bloated with over 30 lbs of
blubber. It’s hard telling how big he actually is because he’s always stuffed
huge. When I come home from going out I always find him sleeping or eating on
the couch, belly extended outwards and bigger than ever. His pecs are probably
my favorite thing because they’re such a hot ex jock thing. Half muscle and so
much fat that they’re like pillows. I can’t wait for them to get way bigger.
And that ass is growing so much! It’s so much more jiggly and bouncy than it
used to be. He’ll make a great bottom one day.
I still live my life, party with my
friends and go out, but my life’s changed a lot. Without having to work, I’m
free to have this pig jerk me off all day while he eats donut holes. I could
really get used to living like this.
Today marks the day that I can now
be taken over by another agent- I got an email from the Pen Men warning me to
be cautious and on the offensive. I’m honestly not too worried, though. All the
friends I’ve made at headquarters are really nice and I can’t really think of
anyone who’ll come for me.
As for Kyle? Well he weighed in at a
hefty 278 today, having gained more than 100 lbs since he’s been with me. I
really do want another man soon, but I want to finish out Kyle first. Watching
him blow up is ridiculous. I don’t understand how he doesn’t go insane watching
tv all day, but he’s happy as a clam. I can’t see any more of his muscle, which
is freaking great. He’s a blubber boy now, back fat and all. When he brings
himself to stand up, he his ball belly bounces like crazy. I can’t stop sucking
on his baseball sized moobs, if we’re honest. I do wish they were bigger,
though. Most of that 100+ lbs has gone to his belly, which is massive. It’s
firm but it’s huge! Easily twice the size of a hairy basket ball. Soon it
should be getting a lot softer, if I’m right. I don’t even want to talk about
his face. If you’re looking neck up it looks like he’s barely gained 10 lbs. He’s
handsome… for a skinny guy. That’s okay though. His belly gets me through the
night for sure.
Shit went down tonight. It’s been
over a month since I’ve been able to be taken over and not much has changed,
life’s been pretty normal. Kyle weighed in at 315 today (most of that weight
has gone to his arms, legs, ass, and face. Thank god.). And he can eat over 5
large pizzas before crashing. If I rub his softer belly and jiggle him until he
burps sometimes he can get close to 6 pizzas. He’s just really freaking cute
when he arches his back after eating a ton and his belly bows out, huge.
Just as I was falling asleep, using
Kyle’s sleeping belly as my pillow, I got shaken awake. Brent’s face was eye to
eye with mine and he had me totally pinned down. Fucking Brent, I knew I should’ve
tried aligning with him.
He said to me, very nicely, “Do you
want black or white, man?”
I’m defeated, I know it and so does
he. There’s no winning here. I moan, “Guess I’ll take black. Not much can be
“Whatever you say, pig. I’ll see
you in 400 lbs.” he tells me as he clicks on the pen and smiles at me, happy that
I’m about to become his.
I come to and can’t tell how long
it’s been, but I feel heavier. I can’t breathe well and every part of me feels,
well, fat. I look and see that I’ve been brought to one of the pig farm dining
halls. At least it’s a nice one.
I look to my left. “Kyle! Is that
you?” I ask this man who looks like a 450 lbs Kyle. Super blubber yand bigger
than I ever saw Matt get. He’s naked and covered in stretch marks and has
gotten a little harrier, I’m really digging it. His arms and legs have finally
gotten some lard on them, I wanna lay my head on them. I stare at his gigantic
belly again and I can feel my dick getting hard but there’s something in the
way. God, I’ve gotten fat.
“Yeah it’s me, glad you’ve come
to.” Says the much bigger Kyle with a mouth full of burger. “Brent’s to your
right by the way.”
I move my fat head to the right and
see Brent, the jerk looks like he’s gotten even more muscular. Figures. Good
news, though. He’s eating like crazy. That must be why I’m no longer under, he
got taken over too. Serves the douche bag right.
“Hey Brent” I say, still defeated.
“Who got you?”
He looks over at me, not shocked by
the size of my body. Maybe I haven’t gained too much weight. Or maybe he’s just
used to my size because he saw me eat myself huge. Anyway. Brent puts down his
bowl of mashed potatoes and exposes his bloated gut. “Ah man it was that guy
over there. He got me good, too.” He points over at a Mediterranean guy who
must be 6’6 and hung as hell, walking around shoving his dick into random fat
folds. That could’ve been me. The man stops at a guy who must be 600 lbs laying
on all fours all greased up. I’d recognize that fat face anywhere, it’s Matt.
God that could’ve been me, fucking my old skinny roommate after he’s gained
over 450 lbs of blubber. He even looks like he’s ready to be fucked, he’s so
plump and not saggy at all. The perfect fat sausage.
it’s time to look down at myself before I give into the cravings that are
hitting me hard. Jesus I must be over 300 lbs, I’m huge for me! I used to have
abs, I wore size 28 pants and a medium shirt- I was skinny! And now I have
stretch marks, chubby moobs, a double chin and fucking love handles. I play
with my the back of my obese ass and my dick grows hard. I can’t jerk off here,
though. Maybe if I get fat enough the hot man will fuck me. I grab a loaf of
bread and start shoving it down my thick throat.
let Brent win, I need to see Kyle get massive. I need to use my head, Brent’s
not smart. I am.
“Kyle!” I yell. “Take my pen and click it when I say go!”
“Man, that’s not going to work,” Brent tells me as hefty
Kyle lazily bends over with trouble and grabs my pen out of my pocket. He looks
extra full and he can’t breathe well. “I have you pinned, you can’t do
Brent looks to the side to see if Kyle has the pen; he does.
While he’s distracted I slam my face into Brent’s eye and he screams. I yell,
“GO” and Kyle clicks the pen while Brent’s looking at me in confusion and pain.
His eyes glaze over. I’ve won and I’m smiling in victory “Alright Brent, I’m
moving into your place because I think Matt might be too fat to move, so carry
me over to your apartment. Kyle, follow us.”
Brent’s place I see that Matt has grown to over 500 lbs and is so plump that I
can barely control myself. I start dry fucking him and Brent and Kyle start
eating on the couch. We might need to expand the furniture in here soon with
the way I’m going to be having Brent balloon.
day I get a letter in the mail from the Pen Men saying that Brent’s place is
officially mine and that my stuff will be moved in soon. They encourage me to
try to make alliances and build relationships with other agents. One person
can’t rule the whole world, they remind me.
next few months I start realizing that my town is slowly getting taken over by
the Pen Men, and it’s fantastic. I’ve slowly gotten all of my old coworkers
working on their new bodies, about 20 men total. I got moved into a sizable
house with a nice dining hall that I watch right now.
Brent balloon has been absolutely greatWhen his gut was the size of Matt’s when
Matt quit the Café, I took Brent out of the trance and showed him the video
Officer Halting showed me.
your gut’s that size now. Except you’re more bloated. How’s it feel?” I asked
chubby face looked up at me, “God I wish it were you and not me, but I guess I
do look pretty hot right? You wanna fuck my gut? I’m so horny man.” I looked
down at his fat and overly full gut, covered in melted ice cream. His dick was
standing straight up between his chubby thighs. He had the biggest bubble butt
I’d seen that far, so I let him have what he wanted. The poor ex jock was just
going to eat himself huge, it was the least I could do.
It’s been almost four months that
I’ve had him and he still has some muscle on him, unfortunately. He’s pretty
tall but 340 lbs is looking huge on his smooth body. He’s all soft and lard, no
hard fat and I love shoving my dick deep into his stretch marks, reminding him
how fat he’s getting and how he can’t do shit about it.
sleeps in my bed with me, I got it reinforced just for him when he passed the
half ton mark. My huge, blubbery pig helps me sleep so well. Sleeping on him is
like having a water bed of love. A water bed that could fall through the
foundation at any second, but a water bed that I really connect with. I sleep
so well on his blubber that I almost didn’t notice tonight when this huge Mediterranean
agent, he must’ve been at least 6’6, tried pulling a trap on me. He got Matt
with his pen first and had Matt roll over on me and said he was going to
suffocate me until I opened my eyes. Luckily I sleep with my pen in my hand and
pulled it out on my last breath, which the man wasn’t expecting. Right now he’s
down in the dining hall inflating his abs with filet mignon and mashed potatoes.
He had to take off all of his clothes because he keeps getting off to how big
he’s going to get. It’s good to see that some people don’t mind blowing up, I
I move into the huge man’s mansion, which will be a lot of fun. I love working
with all these huge, fat men. I love watching them grow and seeing how huge
they get. I love fucking them, but I’ll soon have to share them. I can’t take
care of a house that holds half the town all by myself. I guess my next move
will be getting an alliance with the other side, or trying to take them over.
Maybe I’ll update, maybe not. Just, wish me luck. I really, really don’t want
to get fat.
As always feel free to inbox me comments/questions/compliments! I love hearing y’all’s feedback and getting suggestions!
Reasons why ‘Dear White People’ is bad (and racist)
It targets a race. The end.
There is no satire in there. The issue is not about not doing the blackface (that has to be the worst choice for a halloween costume tbh). It is what this show is about..we know it will be a propaganda on how racist, homophobic, assholes and stereotyped white people are in this movie….and this will cause a greater race gap. Good jab yall