His names became my words of love. Fat pig. Tub of Lard. Hungry Hungry Hippo. All sorts were words of love any more to me. We were kissing from the moment we got to the house, and before too long Dave was peeling that shirt off. “You want to rub it, don’t you?” he asked me. He knew. I put a hand on his hairy, round belly. I don’t know how I thought a belly that size should feel, but it was surprisingly soft. I pressed my hand into it. I rubbed my hand across it. I pulled it. He moaned. He liked having his belly played with. He let me sit there another half hour with the lard and food in me before he removed the plug and let me release the contents.

Also, pets still have equal rights, and are willing participants. Language: English Words: 12,833 Chapters: 2/? Comments: 4 Kudos: 97 Bookmarks: 12 Hits: 6,050 When it got to be almost every night I moved in with Thomas. We weren’t sexual just enjoyed drinking and movies with him. He seemed to treat me more like he was my dad than my dad did. Maybe that was because the only dad I had had adopted me when I was under a year old. He was all I knew and still so distant.Fantasy AU: As an elf with both a small appetite and a delicate constitution, Armin is concerned he might end up insulting his human fiance Eren's family when he's unable to partake in one of their famously large feasts. The use of well-intentioned magic goes somewhat awry and Armin isn't sure what's going to give out first; his suddenly endless appetite or his increasingly tight robes? But it also happens to be a world where having your were-pet gain ludicrous amounts of weight is not only acceptable, but absolutely normal. He found a seat at the bar and had me sit on the floor next to him and handed me pitcher after pitcher of beer. It would take a hell of a lot of beer to get me drunk now and I don’t think that was really his intension he was just filling me and would pat me on the head from time to time like a good puppy or faithful pig. Assume the position Thomas began and I looked at him quizzically and he said bend over and grab your ankles. I didn’t do it and Thomas turned the dial on the control and a wave of pain went through my body and bent me over. OK OK.

Look boy I know you have no where to go and a big fat pig like you needs someone to control you so you don’t go getting yourself in trouble.Yellow card stories connect to the Red card stories, but aren’t directly linked in any deep way. Most of them simply reference a person or product from the Red card stories. A year ago, I was getting out of the shower when I noticed that I’d gotten a bit of a belly. Work had been stressful, and the general state of the world got me self-medicating with a drink or three every night, and though I’d been active, I’d credit that paunch to the booze. Note that I say “credit,” not “blame.” Because when I realized I’d gained a little weight, I got hard. (I know, I know. Two paragraphs in, and I’m already talking about boners. I’m sorry. I don’t think I will do this often. As the story goes, this is actually kind of important, though.) So I’m standing in the bathroom, naked, looking at my slightly chubbier body, and getting aroused. This was very surprising to me. This was not something I would have predicted would happen to me. Going on his second year of having Kevin as his captive pig, he realized that his pig wouldn't be able to survive another year. He aided in trying to help his pig live longer by providing him with oxygen, but Kevin's weight is still too much of a burden for him. Although, the feeder found satisfaction in only giving his pig oxygen and still filling him to the brim with food that will only keep destroying his body. The oxygen was more of a way to ease his pig, not a way to help him live longer. The feeder thought that it'd be best if today was the day that he finally forced his pig to his limits and pushed him over the edge. The feeder headed his way to the basement with a duffle bag full of fattening treats that his pig would enjoy, a camera and a sheet cake. Cakes and burgers, all sorts of fattening foods and since I was no longer getting any exercise I could tell it was going to my body fast.

He had a freshly shaved head — razor-shaved, down to the skin. (I’m mostly bald myself, but I buzz it. There’s usually stubble, and if I bic my head like that, it usually takes a day or two for me to look like myself again.) He had a big beard. (I’m down for facial hair, but I had written off guys with beard that big as being either old-time prospectors or religious fundamentalists.) People who enjoy the act of bloating or inflating their bellies temporarily with water, soda, food, or air. Treats:Who doesn’t love a man outgrowing his Halloween costume? This is the story of Noah and Troy, and the different ways they spend Halloween over the years. His embarrassment faded as he drank in the unruly appearance of the fat man in front of him. By comparison, Jamie was overdressed. Kyle was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, his blubbery thighs pulling the fabric so taut that they resembled the legs of an elephant.I asked Dave if he’d always been so big, and he laughed and said, “No, I was skinny as a kid and pretty fit into my twenties, but I started gaining when I was in my early 30s.” I hit all the bars in town even though I was just 18 I looked like I was in my early 30’s. And that fake ID sure looked good. One night when Thomas was buying me drinks all night I had downed almost a half bottle of tequila and was still pretty steady when the bar closed. Now Thomas was a 5’10 195 pound bear of a man. Furry, muscled and very hansom but I just was interested in the drinks and I was still thirsty. And that was the night Thomas and my relationship changed.