not sure what im exactly doing

queencryo  asked:

Tbh one of my favorite character ideas i have floating around right now is a (sentient) skeleton paladin. Im not sure exactly what their deal is gonna be, but the concept appeals for a lot of the same reasons tiefling paladins do

That reminds me of some artwork I think you’ll like.

Undead Paladin by Forge-T

The 7th Sense - part 3

Group: NCT 127

Member/pairing: Jaehyun x Reader (ft. Doyoung)

Genre: fantasy-ish notreallyhorror-ish  actuallykindafluff-ish-…

Word Count: 1,2k

Summary:  “Okay then, Mr Expert, I’ll trust you to teach me.”

A/N: THIS WAS A STRUGGLE TO WRITE. It’s mostly dialogue tho, sry sry i thought about rewriting or editing it or something but decided to just leave it so..

part 1 | part 2

~Admin Moo

Originally posted by jyofanclub

“So you’re saying I have some magical hocus pocus power called ‘seventh sense’ that let’s me enter some dream world and share my dreams with other people?”

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anonymous asked:

what even IS nico and will's relationship in your head?????

um lmfao get ready

- “hey nico can u cook 2night im really tired and i have a long shift” “ok sure” [proceeds to cook really really well, the best tortellini or smth] “nico what the fuck ive been making burnt ramen for the last six months.” “i thought it was cute idrc”

-“nico wake up” “i’ll wake up when im dead” “nico ple as e”

- “do these pants make my ass look good” “will youre not wearing pants” “exactly ;3” “how are you making that face what the fuck”

-“sometimes i think that if that werewolf bit u and u became a werewolf i would still like u but that would make me a furry” “will what the fuck”

-“im so sad obama’s leaving his presidency” “um lmfao who’s obama”

-“what are you eating will?” “my feelings” “christ”

-“god dammit” [gets decked] “do not take the lord’s name in vain” “nico what the fuck”

-“nico im sorry please speak to me in english again the italian is really intimidating and chiara wont translate”

-“wait you mean… benito mussolini is dead?” “yes” “thank fuck fascism sucked”

-“do u ever think about how cool going to space would be” “will ive been to hell i dont need to go anywhere that isnt the fucking surface of the earth”

-“will ur eyes are pretty” “[flustered] so is ur… freckle… right there…” “ok”

-“im gonna tickle you-!” “if u lay a hand anywhere near me i will break all the fingers from ur hand i promise”

-“i wish i was a tree” “why” “then i wouldnt have to listen to u talk about the femur bone so much” “wow okay i just thought it was interesting”

-“nico im gonna buy these light up sketchers” “dont” “nico im doing it” “please dont”

-“hey nico do you still like me” “ye” “no i mean do you like like me” “we’ve been dating for three years”

-“nico i baked u smth!! :D” “[crying] i… love it… its so [chokes] good…”

-“nico where have u been” “i saw a dratini on my radar and ive been trying to catch it” “youve been missing for three days”


Character(s): Reader X Changkyun, also a sassy medical examiner Hyungwon

Genre: fluff, borderline!crack/humor, also like there’s a dead person but i prOMISE THERES NO ANGST

Warning(s): rough sex, slight!exhibitionism, dirty talk

Length: 6k

Summary: In which lawyer Im Changkyun makes you want to spontaneously combust.

You like to think you have your life together.

Proud, reassured, confident. Not necessarily arrogant, but aware of your capabilities. You graduated at the top of your class from one of the best universities, an extremely successful lawyer, and you’ve already made a name for yourself in the field. Be it battling out cases in court, patching up negotiations over a mahogany table, or waking up at ungodly hours of the morning to sit in during police investigations, you’ve accomplished more than enough to have you more than satisfied with life.

Really, you shouldn’t have anything to complain about.

But a little thorn in your side goes by the name Im Changkyun, all cocky smirks and self-assured ease.

He gives you something to complain about.

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watching multi-thousand dollar pieces of precision machinery crash because theyre doing exactly what humans told them to do is a metaphor for something profound but im not sure what

anonymous asked:

My dear mother walnut! You you maybe do like a head cannon of how Connor and Evan would take care of y/n. Like if she was sick or having cramps or somethin, only if you want to tho. Thanks :)!


- would freak tf out at first

- he would be asking you a million questions a minute

- like at first it wouldnt hit him how sick you were

- then he would see you and be like “oH gOD”

- he would bring you home and tuck you into bed

- he really wouldnt know how to take care of a person unless he looked back and thought about how his mom took care of him

- he has memories of his mom bringing him soup and crackers

- so he makes you the most delicious soup !!!ever!!! 

- and if you were nauseous he would rub your tummy and smooth your hair down

- he would place lil feather light kisses on your temples and hold a cold cloth to your forehead

- he would make sure to do all the simple tasks that you were still capable of

- want the remote?

- “DoNt MoVe I gOt It !!!!!”

- going to the bathroom?

- “nO, nO, nO, i WIlL cArRy YoU”

- “ev, im too heavy”

- “i can try!!!”

- he would run to the store at literally any hour to get you whatever you needed

- dont even get me started on when youre pregnant w morning sickness oml…


- would have no feckin idea of what to do lol

- he would probs be the worst person when it comes to medical stuff

- like evan would know exactly what medicine and stuff to give u but not know your boundaries

- whereas connor is the opposite

- he would have no clue as to what meds to give you, but took care of you like a princess

- when u get a fever, he insists that you change into one of his baggy t shirts and a pair of his boxers

- he would set an alarm for every two hours to wake himself up and check ur temperature

- you wouldnt even know bc u would be asleep but

- he would wake up, feel your forehead, frown, and just look at you with a broken heart

- he literally hated anything that caused you inconvenience

- he hated it more when he couldnt fix it right away

- connor would fight a bear if it looked at you the wrong way

- when you would get whiny, his heart would melt

- he would do the thing where he places his hand in your hair and runs his thumb over your temple over and over again

- expect lots of shoulder kisses tbh 

- he would do anything for u 

- he is whipped 

innocenterza  asked:

Imagine Tony being very skilled in ballet and uses it to de-stress or simply dances when he feels like it. One day Tony is doing a pretty long but stress relieving routine in the gym and the rest of the team come in and then stop gobsmacked because they didn't know. Natasha feels an urge to do the routine with him because she knows that one and Bucky wants to be his partner because that routine can be done in a pair. (Cuz Bucky and Nat used to do it together when he trained her.)

Im not sure if this was exactly what you were thinking? But this is what I wrote lol


They heard the music first, soft and slow, a song they knew theyd heard on the radio before, but couldnt tell you who sang it.

Natasha was the first to trace it down to the gym, to the side room lined with mirrors, usually only used by her for her yoga and stretching.

Her lips lifted in a slight smile, seeing Tony dressed only in black leggings, dancing slowly to the music, his legs extended, toes pointed, arms up in a graceful arc.

She didnt know Tony knew ballet, much less this routine, and as he moved with the music, she was struck by the sober expression on his face, the lines of worry still creasing his forehead as he moved through the steps. She imagined he danced to de-stress, but it didnt seem is if it was working today.

Well , that was understandable. It had been a hard few weeks for Tony, for the entire team really, but Tony always seemed to take things harder than everyone else. And while they all drank and ate and cranked the music to clear their minds, he always seemed to shy away from that.

And now she knew why.

Finally, she couldnt watch any longer, her feet itching to move through the routine, to join him on the floor in a dance she hadnt done since her days of training. Working silently, she slipped from her shoes, her jacket, even her pants, and took up position a few feet from him in just her tank top and shorts.

Tonys eyes opened briefly in surprise, then shuttered in embarrassment, and his steps faltered. Natasha just cleared her throat, lifted her arms in the correct form, and stepped right into the next adagio, and after a few seconds, Tony joined her again. 

She wouldnt know how long they moved together, silently, apart, but perfectly in sync through each position, each little leap and spin. The music was on a continous loop and Tony never wavered, never slowed, so she didnt either. Really the routine was a pas de deux- a dance for both a ballerina and a danseur, but dancing like this was nice, was soothing.

Natasha only opened her eyes when she sensed someone else in the room, and looked up to see Bucky standing in the door, fists clenched by his sides, eyes bright with longing. Tony hadnt seen him yet, so as Tasha came through a pirouette, she quickly and silently left the floor, leaving Tony dancing alone.

“You know this is a pas de deux.” she murmured in soft Russian. “Go dance with him. Go.”

Tony was stretching through an arabesque, eyes closed, arms lifted as if he was trying to reach the ceiling, when warm hands touched him, one over his stomach for support, the other under his leg, and in the next instant he was lifted, spun slowly around the floor and set back down lightly, his hand being pulled through the next set of steps, and he made his way through them only by memory, the feeling of another body next to him entirely foreign.

But this new dancer knew every step, every position, every lift and spin and together they never missed a beat, not a stumble or stutter, and only when the dance ended did Tony open his eyes to see who was holding him.

“I knew it was you.” he said softly, and Bucky touched his lips gently, leaning close to whisper in his ear,

“You are beautiful when you dance. More beautiful when you dance in my arms. But what has you troubled, that you would dance a ballet of heartbreak?”

“I cant remember.” Tony whispered, “Not after dancing with you.”

If we ever were to get a season 2 of Class...

Things I’d like to see:

-More of Tanya’s brothers, they also lost their parents and I would love to learn more about them as characters.
-More of Quill’s backstory, we got little pieces in The Metaphysical Engine, but I want to see ALL OF IT.
-Charlie’s parents?? Rhodia in general?? The Quill race??
-Charlie’s life before the shadowkin invaded, was it as closeted/isolated/abusive as we have theorized.
-Matteusz. Just Matteusz as a person and his family. We don’t know jack about him.
-Ram’s mom?? Does she know Varun is dead??
-How Charlie and Matteusz’s relationship will be affected after the events of The Lost, what Charlie did isn’t something you can easily forgive.
-Ummm, April in Corky’s body??
-I’m still not sure what the last soul did after it shot towards Ran and April, did it revive her or something else? Idk, it was confusing.

sentparagraphsofnonsense  asked:

Sooo.... What's the time you stole your middle school all about? You did say to ask.

+_+ I’ve only been dropping hints for months for someone to ask

ok ok so first of all i need to clarify this is going to be exactly and nothing like and episode of leverage. where in i did not, in fact, go “i need to steal the middle school” but did go “i gotta do something against the authoritarian regime i refuse to bow down to in this hell pit of a society called private school.” but first let me tell you a little bit about my middle school. it was fuckn tiny. there were 15 middle schoolers max. and middle school consisted of 7th and 8th grade. the poor 6th graders were still considered elementary level at this school and managed to escape open warfare that year mostly unscathed. 

after my ice cream trade fiasco my parents sent me off to private school to avoid the bad influences. but i brought all the bad influences with me and honestly i think the next 5 years were hell on earth for my teachers. who mostly just let me get away with murder because tiny me was a terrifying monster who wasnt afraid of the consequences anymore and my mother was the devil and even more frightening than little me who might shank you with a paperclip. now i went to a montessori school which are good in theory and very rarely successful in execution. the entire theory is that the school mostly operates on “students learn at their own rate and need to be responsible enough to decide what and when they learn things.” and mostly i decided that i never wanted to learn anything ever and i wanted to spend the entirety of 7th grade reading books not on the reading list. which created conflict with my teachers who didnt know how to handle a smart kid that could talk circles around them to the point that when they came to my mother completely frazzled and out of their minds with dread they said things like “she’s so smart if she wasnt so stupid” and “i just want to shake some sense into her” which usually resulted in the devil peering down at them from her throne of hellfire and stealing their souls and damning them to hell on earth and the riot act and a general “just go to school and do what you want” blessing to me. which i, tiny hell spawn who just got my period for the first time that year and had a bone to pick with everyone, took entirely to heart.

now the middle school peerage was open combat from week one everyone hated one another and there was no escape when you’re all stuffed together in one room and the teachers prefer group projects to individual work. and i was queen bee last year in 6th grade ruling the roost of elementary and then all of the sudden they wanted me to be small man on the totem pole to the 8th graders??? that wasnt about to fly. id been running a long con scheme out of the snack bar for years and nothing could stop me at that point. so i was fighting everyone, and a few times literally fighting a classmate or two (did i get suspended even though i started at least one of those? i did not. did i get about two black eyes that year and a broken nose? yes i did.) this is all very important to my amazing episode of leverage which happened about half way through the year. 

my school was in a small developing community and the houses were being constructed at an alarmingly slow rate around the building and my class had a door to the outside. so one day when i got so sick of life and my teachers telling me, yet again, “no you cant read comics you need to learn the history of the us government” and the stupid fucking 8th graders egging the teachers on about how we all needed to learn these things, i got up and left. walked right out the door and down the access ramp and over to the playground. i got yelled at pretty good but i realized something very very important that day. I could leave. Nothing could stop me. sure i had to go back in eventually but that wasnt nearly as important as the fact i could walk out those doors and take off whenever i wanted. 

remember how i said a key point of the montessori education program was responsibility? well part of that responsibility was at lunch we self-monitored and the teachers usually pissed off to eat in the office away from the evil brats they had to teach. and like always, away they went at lunch and there we were all of us. eating without the careful adult eye lurking over our shoulders. and i dont remember why or what happened that day but i decided to use my new power of leaving (only used once so far, you can never be too careful with things like this) and said something along the lines of “bye guys I’m outa here” and probably one of my friends said something like “can i come with you?” and i definitely said something stupid like “yeah sure i cant stop you” and out we went. followed by the rest of the the 7th and 8th graders. 

and this i do remember happening very clearly: the one bitch ass shithead i had problems with all year goes “guys you cant leave we have class” and i absolutely responded with the ever mature “you a fucking chicken? lets go already” and under the pervasive power of dropping the f bomb and the infuriating questioning of her honor she also came along. and now that i wasnt by myself i finally gave into temptation that the very slow construction sites circling the school had been offering all year. so i took my class adventuring.

meanwhile, all of which we later found out, my rebellion sent everyone into a tailspin back at school because 15 students were missing. the cops got called and kept very hush hush because no one actually wanted to admit to a hoard of what would be angry parents that their children were missing. 

i of course set off to the largest house in the neighborhood and opened the unlocked door (unlocked because no one had installed the door handles yet) mostly because i heard a rumor that there was an indoor pool in the house and i wanted to see what kind of other bullshit a house with an indoor pool had. turned out it was mostly a lot of stairs and dust since it was, ya know, a construction site. the pool was very cool and we all mostly sat around the edge of a empty pool for a few hours before we all decided that going back to school so we could get picked up to go home was probably the most important thing to do. and of course before we left i swore everyone to secrecy about who left first since all of us went. and used the dirt i managed to compile on the fucking 8th grader who i hated to blackmail her into silence. and back we went ready to go home after a day of thievery for the greater good. 

and since none of us where talking when we got questioned about what happened, where did we go, who went first– none of us got in real trouble. the school got in trouble for losing 15 students of course. and the teachers all knew it was me generally because i couldnt help the smirk of satisfaction™ anytime we made eye contact. but they couldnt do anything about it. 

this also led to my fellow comrade and enemies alike realizing that the teachers couldnt really do shit to us since our parents mostly owned the place by way of a paycheck and that meant the spring semester devolved rapidly into hell once we all went back to the status quo of hating each other. 

at the end of the year my mother was politely told that i wasnt invited back for 8th grade. and off i went back to public school with my bad influences leaving behind a legacy of greatness no other 7th grader has ever lived up to. 

Since When?

Since When?
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: cheesyness I guess lol

Anon Request: Hello! I was thinking if you can write like the reader and bucky have been dating for a while but the avengers didnt notice until- im not really sure what happens, but when they find out theyre like “I thought you guys were just flirting” (or something, im sorry im not really good at this) but reader and bucky havent been exactly subtle in doing pda? I know its not exactly easy writing fanfics so it will be deeply appreciated if you did write this. Thank you so much in advance

A/N: Yes! First request in forever, I’ll be glad to write this for you love :) <3 I hope it’s what you wanted, feedback would be great! (Ps. Sorry if this sucked!)

I walk in the main room, sitting in my favorite seat. Bucky’s lap. “Hey babe,” I said, kissing his stubbly cheek gently. In my perspective, I see Bucky and I as a cheesy annoying couple. But to others, we were just a pair of flirty assassins.

“Look at those too,” Natasha says from afar, talking to Clint. “I know, all they do is flirt with each other and they won’t admit to each other that they’re in love.” “Like look, (Y/n) is already all up on him.”

I was stroking Buck’s cheek, giggling at his comments. “You look lovely today darling, like always,” he winks. He’s so cheesy but I like it.

Natasha rolled her eyes at the sight of us,“they’re so disgusting.”

I get up to grab a snack from the kitchen, where Nat and Clint were.

“Hey,” I said. “Hey love bird,” Nat smirked, “ask him out already.” “What? What are you talking about?” “We know your secret (Y/n),” Clint says, standing next to Nat. “What secret?” “It’s so obvious, I can’t believe how oblivious you two are!” Nat yells out, causing Bucky to turn our way. He too, gets up from the couch, walking towards us. “What’s going on here?” he says. “Don’t act like you don’t know,” Clint says, narrowing his eyes at Buck. “Know what?” he says, putting his arm around me. “THAT YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER!” they yelled in unisons. Bucky and I just laughed, “we know,” I said, “we tell each other that everyday.” The two look at us with a confused expression, “what?” “The only oblivious ones here is you two,” Buck says. “Everyone knows that we’re dating. It’s been a while now.” “What!?” Nat yells out, “since when?!” “I thought you guys were just flirting…”

anonymous asked:

@ mun: when the anons asked about Ms. Hansen, what flowers were growing on Evan when he got angry

cardamine and anemone, im pretty sure!!

Anemone generally has to do with fading hope/feeling like youve been forsaken
aaaaaaaaaaaaand I don’t remember exactly what cardamine means, but it has something to do with the loss/failure of a parental relationship i do believe.



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Andre Burakovsky #2

Anonymous said: would you write a friends w benefits imagine with andre? idk exactly what plot or whatever, but im a sucker for friends w benefits stuff and your andre writing is adorable!!

A/N: so this is probably one of my favourites, i hope you all like it as much as i do :)))

Word Count: 1,879

Originally posted by thornescratch

This wasn’t exactly how you imagined life to be. Casually screwing a player of the Washington Capitals wasn’t your game play, that was for sure. Yet after meeting him through Gina, the wife of another Washington Capital, you found yourself engulfed by the fun of it all. Friends by day, sharing beds by night.

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ok so im watching “bates motel” and this is the description for the episode i just started:

“Meanwhile, Norman learns of his mother’s news in a crafty kind of way.”

Ok. Sure. Sounds good, right? Norman’s mom visits him, Norman notices something’s weird, he somehow sneakily, craftily finds out his mother is married, right?


He literally

finds out his mom’s marriage

while doing crafts


“He learns of his mother’s news in a crafty way…”


anonymous asked:

omg i cant unsee that petty alec at a party while magnus is playing lmao i would read an entire fic just about that one picture

ask and you shall receive. based off this post: “why does this picture look like malec at a party where magnus promises to go home after one more game, but theyve been there for over two hours now and alec just wants to go home, but hes too petty to say anything” and this picture:

magnus beamed his puppy eyes at alec, who stood at the bar with a beer in hand. sure he didnt love the taste, but having to wait while magnus mingled with every possible person meant he needed at least some alcohol in his system. so when maia suggested their newest beer on tap, he didnt refuse.

“please, alec? i havent seen catarina in over three months. you cant expect us to finish talking in just a few games. just one more?” magnus fiddled with the hem of alecs shirt, his fingers lazily sliding along his thigh.

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Making a Fat Piggy

Charlie licked his lips as he scanned the computer screen. He scrolled through the many pictures of his friend, Tom Nevin. Charlie had a crush on Tom. He loved Tom’s slightly chubby belly. Charlie come across a picture of Tom where he was on the floor with his belly showing. This really turnt Charlie on. He just wanted to fatten Tom up and play with his belly. Charlie smirked. He knew exactly what he was going to do…

Tom was sat at his desk, trying real hard to ignore the fact that he had work to be done. He sighed and turnt to talk to his friends.
‘Im so bored’ moaned Tom.
'Same’ replied Jack, who was sat next to Tom. 'I dont understand anything on this sheet’
'You can say that again’ Groaned Charlie, who was sat behind the two. Suddenly, the bell rang. All the students started to pack up and leave.
'Make sure you finish the work at home. I will be checking next lesson’ said Mr Ford as the students started to leave the class. It was time. As Tom placed his backpack on, Charlie turnt to him.
'Hey Tom’ Charlie gulped 'Doing anything tonight?’
'No, probably going to play Fifa or something, why’ Replied Tom.
'Do you wanna come round mine?’ Asked Charlie.
'Sure, why not!’ Smiled Tom as he left with Charlie, unknowing of what is going to happen to him…

Charlie and Tom reached the house. Charlie opened the rusty gate and reached the door. He placed his key into the lock and pushed open the door.
'Cheers’ said Tom as he entered the house. He threw off his bag and Charlie shut the door.
'So, want something to eat?’ Asked Charlie, trying to hide his smirk.
'Yeah, go on’ Charlie gestured Tom into the living room.
'Just sit on the sofa while i go see what we got’ Said Charlie as Tom sat down.
'You sure your Mum and Dad wont mind?’ Asked Tom as Charlie stumbled into the kitchen.
'Nah. They dont care.’ Charlie smirked as he started to fill a wheelbarrow with cakes, pizza, cookies and other fatty foods. Tom glanced round the living room. He pulled out his phone to see a text from his girlfriend Becca:
-'Hey Babe. You up for meeting tonite? Xxx’-
Tom replied:
-'Sorry babe. At Charlies house. Text yah when im home. XX’-
Tom locked his phone when he saw Charlie enter with a wheelbarrow full of food.
'Isnt that going overboard Charlie’ Asked Tom, dazed by the sight.
'Nah. You’re going to eat it all though’ Smired Charlie as he stuffed a cupcake into Tom’s mouth. Tom tried hard to resist swallowing the food. He whacked Charlies hand which allowed Tom to spit out the food.
'What the fuck Charlie!’ Screeched Tom as he tried to sit up. Charlie quickly pounced on Tom, pinning him down onto the sofa by sitting on his legs.
'Oh calm down’ said Charlie as he started to unbutton Tom’s shirt. Tom tried to push Charlie off, but failed.
'What the actual fuck!’ Screamed Tom as Charlie ripped the shirt from Tom’s body to reveal a small plushy belly. Charlie squished the roll of fat.
'Oh im going to make you so fat!’ Laughed Charlie as he squished the small squishy belly.
'Charlie!? What the hell is wrong with you!’ Cried Tom as Charlie continued to run his hand across his tummy. Charlie shoved a cupcake into Tom’s mouth with a larger force than last time. Tom tried to hold back from swallowing the food, but failed. As soon as the cupcake was swallowed, another was shoved into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he continued to try and free from Charlies tight grip, but it was too hard. Charlie smiled as he continued to fill up Tom’s mouth with food.


Tom groaned as Charlie squsihed Tom’s belly.
'Look at it! It’s getting bigger!’ Smirked Charlie as he poked Tom’s flabby belly. His belly was now bigger. It took on the size of a small soccer ball. It was flabby and started to hang over Tom’s tight trousers. Tom now started to grow moobs, which took the shape of small mounds. He also started to get large love handles. Charlie got off Tom’s lap and made Tom stand on all fours on the floor. Charlie placed a large chocolate cake infront of Tom. Charlie sat on Tom’s back.
'Eat all of it’ Said Charlie as he spanked Tom’s round butt. Tom groaned nd took a large bite out of the cake. The chocolate icing smudged around Tom’s face as the moist texture of the cake melted inside his mouth. Charlie rubbed Tom’s bubble butt which strained against the tight trousers. Suddenly the Trousers ripped down his backside. Tom groaned at the feeling, which caused cake crumbs to fall out his mouth.
'Oh my…’ Blushed Charlie. 'My piggies gone and ripped his trousers! You are getting so big piggy!’ Charlie spanked Tom’s bum, which caused a ripple across his body.
“Im getting so fat” thought Tom as he continued to demolish the cake “Why is Charlie doing this to me?”
After another ten minutes of Tom eating, the cake was completely consumed. Tom spluttered as he started to breathe heavilly.
'Well done my giant piggy!’ Smiled Charlie as he got off Tom’s back. 'Hope you up for more’ Charlie place another four large chocolate cakes infront of Tom.
'No. Please’ Spluttered Tom as he started to pant heavilly.
Charlie sat back on Tom’s back 'Eat them now piggy’
'Too. Full’ Groaned the bloated piggy.
'Eat them now or im going to call over your entire family to see what a fat pig you’ve become’ Charlie smirked. Tom sighed as he took a bite out of the first cake.
'Good piggy!’ Laughed Charlie as he ran his finger down the rip of Tom’s trousers.


'Wow!’ Squealed Charlie as Tom’s trousers completely ripped from Tom’s body. Tom groaned as the trousers ripped from his body, leaving only his underwear as the last piece of clothing on his body. Tom turnt to see his large butt was on show which had a pair of boxers so tight on his body. They were so tight, his fat cheeks started to flow over them, looking like his ass was eating them.
'Damn piggy!’ Charlie blushed as he squished Tom’s butt 'They flew off! Looks like you’re boxers have become a thong! They look so tight on you Piggy!’ Charlie smacked Tom’s right butt cheek which caused Tom to moan. 'Continue eating your cakes piggy! Only one and a half left!’ Tom moaned as he continued to fill his mouth with cake.


Tom took the last bite of the cake in front of him. Crumbs fell from his mouth as he chewed the last bite.
'Well done piggy!’ Exclaimed Charlie as he sat on Tom’s back. 'I knew you could eat all them cakes!’ Charlie got off Tom’s back. 'Sit up piggy!’ Tom struggled, but managed to sit upright, leaning his back against the sofa. Tom’s belly hung over his underwear and his thighs. Hhe had a few rolls on his belly which rolled like a rolling pin. Tom’s moobs now took the appearance of a girls pair of boobs. His thighs nearly tripled in size, they were now soft and squished on the floor. Tom also had a number of chins which hung under his original.
'Look at you know piggy! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s love handles and shook, causing Tom’s whole belly to bounce. Tom moaned as Charlie continued to bounce. Then there was a knock at the door.
'Be back in a sec my piggy’ smiled Charlie as he stood up and left the room.

Two minutes later, Charlie returned with eight pizza’s, eight portions of fries and tons of burgers.
'You ready for more my piggy?’ Chuckled Charlie as he placed the food on the floor.
'No. Please’ Tom tried to get up, but struggled.
'No point trying to escape my piggy!’ Said Charlie as he sat infront of Tom. 'You are going to eat and thats it’
'Too. Fat’ Moaned Tom as he placed a hand on his tummy. 'Im so. Big’
'Thats it, touch you’re body. Look and feel how fat you’ve got. Look how big you’re belly is. Look at the way it sags down over your underwear. Look how big  you’re tits are, they are bigger than your girlfriends!’ Charlie moaned 'You are getting so fat! But not fat enough!’ Charlie picked up a slice of pizza and shoved it into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as the cheese flavour spread across his mouth.
“Im so fat” Thought Tom as Charlie placed another slice into his mouth. 'Ive gotten. So big. I cant even. Move. Im too. Big.“ Charlie continued to stuff food into Tom’s mouth. Tom was now helpless. He was too fat to move, being stuffed non stop and was being sat on the lap by his 'friend’. Tom moaned as Charlie smiled.


'Last burger piggy!’ smirked Charlie as he placed the last burger into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he chewed and swallowed the meaty burger.
'Well done piggy! You ate everything!’ Smiled Charlie. Tom groaned. Tom was huge. Tom’s belly now pushed his legs apart and was touching the floor. His moobs were now the size of a large breasted woman. His moobs sat ontop of his flabby belly. His thighs were thick and huge and were squished against the floor. Huge love handles formed on Tom’s hips, followed by rolls up the side of his body.
'Damn Piggy. You are so big!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s belly.
'Ooh’ moaned Tom 'Stop. Please.’
'Look at you! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie moaned. Suddenly Charlie lunged ontop of Tom and kissed him. Tom pulled back and their lips disconnected.
'Whats wrong piggy? Dont want to be my piggy?’ Charlie leaned in to Tom’s face 'Kiss me back now, or else’
Tom sighed and leaned in towards Charlie. Their lips both connected as they kissed. Charlie’s tongue broke into Tom’s mouth and danced around. Tom moaned as he did the same with his tongue.
"Why is he doing this” Thought Tom “And why am i kissing him back?” They continued to kiss as Charlies hand squished and played with Tom’s fat, moving around his fat body. Charlie pulled away from the kiss and smirked. His cheeks were red and he was sweating 'Ive been wanting this for years Tom’ Tears started to fall slowly from Tom’s eyes. He is now Charlie’s piggy.