What is Homophobia? I know homophobia. I’m only seventeen, but I know what it’s like to be hated for everything I am. I can tell you, but only in your heart. Listen to me, and let me tell you how homophobia took over my life.More Like This
Homophobia is being spit on. I know to always watch out or risk another attack. I know that no one will stand up for me today, that it will just be yesterday all over again. I know that the worst thing to do is speak up. I tried it once: they threw trash instead. So I bite my tongue and hold back the tears. I’ll cry later, after they’ve all gone home, and my mom still hasn’t come to pick me up. I’ll cry in the empty bathroom until she comes; and I’ll go home, fall in my bed, and cry some more. I’ll cry alone as I peel the gum wrappers off of my dress. I’ll cry alone for years because there is no one else to
Open WoundsMore Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone
America x Reader: Independence From YouMore Like This
Independence From You by StrawberriiSuzu
“Man. I can’t believe we’re celebrating Independence Day on July 3rd.” Alfred complained, occasionally taking a few sips of soda.
He got up from the couch and picked up the keys on the counter. He looked behind and noticed you still didn’t look up from the computer. You furiously tapped away on the keyboard, replying to a stack of emails.
“I’m going out to buy some food. Do you want anything?” Alfred asked, tapping his fingers on the door frame.
You shook your head.
“Are you sure? How about some hamburgers?”
“No thank you.”
“Then how about a soda? Just recently a new soda company—”
“I can get things by myself. I’m not a child.”
“But you’re only 50 years old! And you need a hero by your side!”
You abruptly stood up and walked over to the printer which was near the door. The printer is Alfred’s pick up station.
2P!USA x Reader x USA: Deadly Attraction [C8]More Like This
A bad guy always assumes he’s going to win—
Whereas the good guy has to struggle with,
What if I lose?
Chapter Eight: The Return of Stars & Stripes
Warning: Uh, this chapter’s pretty fluffy. Don’t worry, th-there’s still plot in it I swear.
“Alfred! Alfred! Alfred!” Peter continued to parade around the living room chanting, “He’s comin’ today~! He’s comin’ today~!”
Henry looked up from his laptop. “Everyone seems to be in a good mood this morning.”
From the kitchen, Lauren shrugged. “The kids have been excited. It’ll be nice for them to see a friend.”
“Speaking of which, I spoke with Alfred’s father
Claire and Kristie Pack on the PoundsI couldn’t help but stare as I watched my roommate ponder over which flavor of ice cream to order. She was talking, but her tight jeans accentuating her belly pooch stole all my attention. She had recently taken to eating a lot, partially due to my subconscious encouragement, and her body wore the evidence.More Like This
“So, which one?”
“Uh, what?” I said nervously, averting my eyes.
“Which flavor of ice cream, Reeses or double chocolate brownie?”
“Um, I’m getting Reeses so you get brownie.” I said, mostly cause I knew brownie was more fattening.
She went up to order, “I’ll have one king size brownie fudge and one king size Reeses.”
As the lady was ringing her up, I realized she had ordered mine too, “You don’t have to pay for mine!”
“No worries,” she said, handing the lady her cash, “You drove us here, I get the ice cream.”
King size. I reached down and placed my hand on my own b
Brooklyn's Holiday Weight Gain- Part 2As soon as Tara arrived, I realized I wasn’t the only one who had put on holiday weight. Normally slim Tara was wearing a pair of yoga pants that clung to thicker thighs than she’d ever had. Her hoodie covered her belly, but the gain was obvious. I was slightly relieved that she, too, had over-indulged.More Like This
We arrived at the FroYo place and I was more than excited. We greeted Kaily, who looked thin as ever. After a short amount of catching up, I angled us toward the line to eat. I grabbed the big bowl and loaded it with all my favorite flavors and toppings.
“Wow, you sure got a lot!” Tara laughed, scooping candy onto her large helping as well.
“Yeah…I’m hungry…” I said nervously, paying more than Tara and significantly more than Kaily for my bowl.
We sat down and I couldn’t help but ignore the conversation as I devoured the delicious chocolatey mix I had created. My belly was pushing more and more on my jeans as I scraped the la
Brooklyn's Holiday Weight Gain- Part 1I tugged sheepishly at my shirt, begging it to stretch and stop clinging to my bloated belly. My family and I had been decorating Christmas cookies for a while now, and I felt my bowl of dough had gone more into my mouth than into shapes of reindeer or bells. I justified it by saying it was the holidays, now is the time to indulge. And even so, I was still pretty thin. I’d just put on a few pounds from the sugar filled goodies covering our counters this time of year.More Like This
“Brooklyn, if you keep that up, you’re gonna need new jeans for Christmas!” My mom said laughing, pointing at my straining button when I had reached across the table for the icing, my shirt riding up. I spooned a whole scoop of icing into my mouth in mocking defiance and she rolled her eyes playfully. My family wasn’t too particular about weight, especially since I had maybe put on five pounds since Christmas break started.
“Everyone gains weight during the holidays,” my dad said,
Spamano - A Good Feeding.Spamano SWEARING (it's Romano this should be a given by now people) Feeding/Weight gain - don't like don't readMore Like This
Romano stretched, rather annoyed with how much weight he's put on. Bastard Spain making all his favorite foods all the time... sighing he headed out, lightly jogging down the beach. he smirked at first, not that fucking hard. But soon was panting heavily.
Sweat poured down, rolling off his chubby cheek as it jiggled as he ran; as did his stomach, thighs, ass, and upper arms. The way the fat rippled, his sweat shirt rode up, it was delectable to Spain who watched from under a palm tree admiring the view. Tonight he'd feast, feeding Romano until he entered a food coma.
He wanted to see those chubby cheeks stretched, that large, soft, pudgy tummy taunt under the pressure of the food inside. He wanted to rub and grope it as Romano moaned out.
Mean while Romano panted, coming to a stop. "S-scr
HongIce short story - Really Good FoodIceland x Hong Kong Feeding/Weight Gain - don't like don't readMore Like This
Iceland recently picked up cooking, he had liked it well enough before and coming from a large family he always tended to make more than enough - much more than two people could eat.
Hong Kong loved his Icelandic boyfriend's cooking and never held back from telling him, but knowing how insecure he was about himself in comparison to his Nordic family he'd eat his fill and some at every meal.
At first he barely finished his first helping, but he just loved his lovers food so much. And even more so when Emil would comfort him and rub his belly when he ate too much. This led to Loung continuously trying to finish off as much as he could at every meal - sneaking left overs in the dead of the night - and steadily gained more and more weight.
His appetite grew and his stomach's capacity expanded to the point where rather than struggling to finish; he'd as
USUK-Same Time TomorrowAlfred looked at his lover from across the table. Arthur was 5 months pregnant and had barely anything to show for it, his tummy being a barely perceptible bump. No one could even tell he was pregnant and he was quite skinny besides, which was probably the cause. His baby wasn't getting anything to eat! Just now they were having dinner, and Arthur had only eaten about half of his plate, already pushing it away and getting up to go do something else. Alfred frowned over at him.More Like This
"You barely touched your food," he said, the consternation clear on his face.
"Mm, yes, I had a big lunch and I'm full," he said, taking his plate into the kitchen and scraping the remains into the trash before loading the dish into the dishwasher. "Not to mention my show will be on soon, you know how long I've been waiting to watch." He headed into the living room to watch TV, leaving Alfred to sit and stew in this dilemma all on his own in the dining room. Weren't pregnant people usually ridiculously hungry and
USUK-Some gay thing idk"I think it's time for a new shirt, dude," Alfred said to his boyfriend, who had just barely matched the buttons of one of his favorite shirts over his hopelessly bloated stomach. Miraculously, the buttons hadn't popped, but his belly pressed tight up against it, sitting on his thighs. It looked somewhat painful, the buttons hanging on by their last threads, his belly bulging out of the gaps between the fasteners.More Like This
Arthur looked down at his stomach, groaning a little, both from exasperation and pain. "This is your fault, you know. Always making me so much breakfast, and you make it so well that I can't help eating it all. You knew this was bound to happen to me." He leaned back, the shift in pressure finally causing the three buttons right over the widest part of his stomach to pop off, flying across the room. Arthur sighed with relief now that he didn't feel quite so constrained. "But yes, I agree. I'll need a new shirt."
Alfred nodded, rifling through his clothes and pulling out a big
Little Piggy Poor girl. Where'd that bikini body go? As you prepare for another summer vacation, trying on all your old swimwear, isn't it sad to see that none of it quite fits like it used to?More Like This
High school was great for you. Lots of boys liked you. You were thin, but your boobs had grown in a bit early, and that full chest was like catnip for horny teens. Other girls were jealous of your slender, busty form, your tight ass and your thigh gap. Back then, a fit body translated to a lot of power among your peers; power which, I'm sorry to say, is no longer yours.
Look at you! Look what college has done to your figure!
The freshman fifteen struck you like lightning, didn't it? Fast food and junk food, day in and day out. You didn't miss mommy's cooking until the first pair of jeans didn't fit. You figured it was a phase, and that you'd shake it off by summer break. And then, before you knew it, your sweatpants were the
America x Chubby!Reader She's A Keeper I’m not a normal person. You see, I have this fetish. I love taking slightly chubby women and turning them into real fatties. It just turns me on beyond belief. I don’t know why, I don’t know how it happened. I just love the feeling of a stuffed belly pressed against me. I love to hear their moans of discomfort as they’re overly stuffed.More Like This
When I tell women this, they usually run away. They call me a freak and usually slap me. Apparently it disgusts them. I eventually gave up on trying to date at random. It only caused me pain. So, I decided to start online dating. I found this website for people with the same fetish that I had. I found a beautiful woman named (Name). By the looks of her picture, she was a little chubby, which was perfect to me. She had (hair color) hair and shining (eye color) eyes. She was freakin’ gorgeous. She even lived in New York like I did! I knew that I needed to have her.
One day, I decided to message her.