prankster's gambit.Pairing: JohnDaveprankster's gambit.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warnings: (quick) weight gain, general FA themes, sexual themes (pretty light stuff).
Word count: 4k
It was just a prank. But wow, did it get out of control. It was simple, really: innocently bring home some milkshakes – "from Mickey-D's" you tell him, and yours was, anyway – except Dave's was a special concoction you'd whipped up, a type of protein shake. This'll be great, you thought. Dave would drink it up, bloat like a balloon, and freak out. You would laugh and reveal your mischievous plan, he would be grumpy for a while but eventually get over it, and that would be that. Prankster's gambit acquired and no harm, no foul.
Except that's not quite how it went. Dave did drink it, and sure enough he did gain some weight – a noticeable amount compared to his usual pudgy self, some new padding on his thighs and hips and stomach. You knew that if it were you, you'd be worried about the almost overnight change. Dave wasn't, though. Dave didn't even seem to notice. So, oka
RP MSPA: Breakfast In Bed(WARNINGS: Rose/Kanaya, unrealistic stuffing, spontaneous feederism, light burping, roleplay/collaborative work)RP MSPA: Breakfast In Bed4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A soft, midsummer morning breeze laced with various earth scents like freshly cut grass wafted into the bedroom, the curtains blowing aside and bathing Kanaya's sleeping form in light. This seemed enough to wake her, in fact, and with a groan she slid the pillow over her eyes. Despite having no real problems with sunlight, she didn't particularly like it to stab her eyes immediately after waking.
Her first reaction was to steal a glance at the small alarm clock that rested on her dresser, even if it's neon red display was somewhat harsh on her eyes. When she peeked out from between her fingers, however, the clock was absent from it's usual resting spot; were she in a more coherent state of mind, she likely would have been able to determine the time by the height of the sun in the morning sky. For now, she settled for burying her face in her soft pillow with a sigh...only to
Random Hetalia Vocabulary 8Random Hetalia Vocabulary 84 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. To be a blonde nation
2. To be a pervert
3. To be forever alone, but fabulously so
4. To have a voice that literally has sex infused in it
5. To have a love for wine, baguettes, and Italy
6. To be an England haters (1)
7. To feel the need to fuck anything with a pulse.
2. I want to lick it
1. Tune: Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when your sleeping
He knows when your awake
His name is Francis Bonnefoy
So prepare to get raped!
2. Tune: Sailor Moon Theme Song
Molesting countries by midnight
Fighting England by daylight
Always running from a real fight
He is the one named Sailor France
ISS...ISS...BRIMSLEY((WARNING! CUTESY YAOI! OTHERWISE KNOWN AS SHOUNEN-AI. HATERS GON' HATE.))ISS...ISS...BRIMSLEY4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Burgh tapped his head (well, tapped it through the six inches of fluffy brown curls) as he stared at the blank canvas. Taunting him. How dare it.
"Leavanny!" The gym leader called out with a sigh, his faithful bug type scuttling over. "I can't I can't do it. I'm having another art block."
Leavanny chattered, annoyed, and smacked his master lightly, then broadened his arms around the gym.
"Look for inspiration?"
An exasperated nod from Leavanny.
"Ah! Wonderful idea, my partner. I'll go and camp out in the forest again!"
Leavanny gave a frustrated sigh as his master went down the stairs. Oh, he could be soooo eccentric at times.
He was about to go through the first wall of honey when suddenly
Someone else collided into the artist.
Turning red, embarrassed, Burgh began to a
petit foursWhen you suck your belly in and theres a pooch sticking out, thats when you know youre fat.petit fours8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The words echoed in Caprices mind and she looked down, her fingertips cradling a tiny overflow of stomache that wasnt contained in her panties. Suck in air as she might, holding her breath in her chest as much as she could and standing as straight as possible did nothing, her pale bit of flab went nowhere, only shook slightly and stayed, lightly tanned over pale white panties.
All she could do was let out a sigh. Poke and prod. Electric current through her body as her finger slid into her flesh, stopped too quickly by tough and bone.
Caprice was a short with, every part of her lean save for her stomache. Her hips flared gently and her shoulders were only soft enough, dark curls spilling halfway down her back and her green eyes were hidden by a fringe of dark bluntcut bangs. She had on a pair of small glasses that fell to the tip of her upturned nose.
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After a few minutes you skipped down your steps happily, and made your way into town. The town you lived in was a beautiful place with many various attractions. You loved living there, because you never knew what would happen next.
'So many places to go I don't know which one to choose.' You thought in frustration. 'Hmm '
After much thought, you decided to go to your favorite cafe and order a delicious hot chocolate.
You sipped your beverage and took a seat at one of the cute little black tables outside. You decided to enjoy the scenery while you were out. It was kind of sunny for it being the middle of February, but there was still a crisp feeling to the weather. You didn't mind it much, since you'd come prepared with a cozy scarf and jacket.
There were a couple b
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He lead me around the restaurant, showed me the menu, told me what questions to ask when taking an order, so I was mildly confident that I could work well here, being one of only a small handful of employees, which I knew Id meet in time.
Salty Jack was a friendly man with a loud hearty laugh and a b
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"Fine, I'll do it." I say out loud, not knowing if anyone can hear me. I take the tube and slip it into my mouth, bored and wanting this to end. The tube swells up, trapping itself in my mouth, and I can hear the whir of a machin
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Another slice of pizza was stuffed into the brunette's mouth. True to his word, Drew was full, and felt he could explode. He hadn't bothered to wear shirts lately because it would only tear apart at his ever-growing stomach, and his boxer shorts were threatening to tear around his huge thighs with every movement.
It wasn't his fault he had grown so fat! It was his girlfriend, Natalie's, fault.
Even as a young man, Drew had always had puppy fat he could never shed, and Natalie had been making him eat nonstop for the past few weeks. At first, Drew was happy that he could finally eat as much as he wanted without judgement from her and never bothered to stop her from stuffing him with greasy, fatty foods that made him feel like he would explode, but he had soon tired of it.
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Jack's Aching Stomach*ping*Jack's Aching Stomach2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steven pulled out his phone a checked his inbox. Jack had just sent him a picture of his flat, pale stomach, captioned: ‘Grrrr. I'm hungry, feed me!’ Rolling his eyes at the text, he nevertheless felt an urge to have his boyfriend's stomach in front of him so he could rub and tickle it.
He replied with a text that read: ‘Hang on, b there in a min. We can get lunch.’
“Steven,” Jack complained. “I thought you said we were getting food!”
“We are,” he replied, not looking up from the task at hand. Jack was lying flat on his back on the bed, arms stretched above his bed and bare stomach laid out in front of Steven. Steven was swirling an index finger around inside of his boyfriend’s innie with one hand, the other lying flat on the skin above Jack’s belly button so that he could feel the loud, drawn-out growls rumbling through his boyfriend’s stom