my coworker wants me fat

gluttonyexquisite:

so im sitting in the break room at work, casually pigging out on these Delicious brownies that a co-worker had baked for “the staff” (laughs). No one was around, and I was taking /full/ advantage of free food, especially fattening food. Any time someone was generous enough to leave “staff” snacks, I would say at least 80% of that would end up in my belly. But I was sneaky about it, slipping off to the staff room mid-shift to grab a handful of something, knowing no one would be around. The perfect crime.

so there I was, brownie in each hand, stuffing my face with glee; and the co-worker herself walks in. The one that made the brownies. the ones apparently meant to be “shared”. I hastily sit back in my chair, my face beginning to redden as I try to shove the remainder of brownie number 12 in my mouth.

“mph-these mph brownies are-mph excellent” I mumble, crumbs falling to my lap. I am fucked. She saw the pig. She knows.

She looks at me for a second, a smile curling on the edges of her lips.
“well i’m super glad someone enjoys my home cooking” she laughs, pointing at the crumbs around my thighs and belly.
“ahah yeah, i’m just fattening up for winter!” i laugh, slapping my now stuffed gut through my work shirt. I use this line whenever someone decides to say something ridiculous like “dont you think you’ve had enough? isnt One pizza enough?” it’s my personal get-out-of-explaining-why-im-stuffing-myself-constantly card, it gets a laugh, and no one questions further. They don’t need to know that I wanna be so fat I can’t move. They don’t need to know that I want to weight a literal ton. Do they?

But then she said it.

“oooh that sounds suuper fun! can I help? :3″

My dick is hard. Insanely hard at this point.

“you can sample all my baking, and i get to watch you get biiig and squishy!”

Skip forward 2 weeks. Every day we’ve worked together, I shit you not, this girl has baked/bought/brought the most Decadent shit to work for me. It started as a joke, and now my co-worker is actively my feeder. I’ll update on this as the pounds continue to add ❤

stancestwritings:

Moonlight

The panting and moaning could be heard from miles around, but there was no one to hear them. Loud and breathy little cries escaped Ford’s mouth as the thick cock slid in and out of him.

It was like the cool, soft wind of the night was encouraging them with it’s ghostly song, making them feel not so alone. Stan knew Ford was close to collapsing onto the hard wood of the deck, so he held him close. He breathed all down his neck, whispering sweet little secrets into his ear.

“Take that cock, boy..” he mumbled against his cheek. Ford let out a soft whimper. “Y-Yes daddy..” That made Stan even more horny. “Such a dirty little mouth you have.”

Ford clenched around him. The warm New Jersey air and the cool, midnight wind was such a delicious mix on this particular night. Fucking while their parents were away was kind of outdated. They decided that it’d be more romantic if they snuck out and fucked on the Stan ‘O War. And oh, how right were they.

“I’m gonna fucking come..” Stan grunted, thrusting deeper into his more fragile twin. “Y-Yes! Come deep inside me, Stanley!” Ford shouted into the air. With that, Stan came hard, his semen as hot and thick as lava in Ford’s ass. Stanford came right after him, letting out a strangled cry.

They laid there, both of them sweaty, panting messes. Stan looked over at his brother, smirking. “I love you, Sixer.”

Ford smiled, tears in his beautiful, chocolate browm eyes. “I love you too, Stanley.”