new dA is kinda trash

Hi! The piece that I'm submitting is already up on my dA account (also Dormammu12), along with its four subsequent parts. Hope you enjoy.

There was a knock on the door.

“Occupied,” Max gasped, breasts heaving as she bucked desperately against her greedy fingers, and the woman on the other side made a small, affronted noise, heels clicking unsteadily away. Max waited until she was gone before resuming, fingers plunging as deep as they could go, head tossed back, mouth open and gaping -

There it is.

As the last remaining shreds of ecstasy faded away, Max sagged back against the toilet bowl, the buttons of her blouse straining as she panted. The sensation of the fabric tightening and loosening against the swollen mound of her stomach made her breath hitch and her ragged nethers ache once more, but Max grasped onto what remained of her self-restraint and wrestled her arousal back into its box. Fifteen minutes, she mouthed to herself. Fifteen minutes, and I’ll be home, and I can finger-fuck myself into Monday morning.

Carefully, she leaned over and switched off the miniature recorder hanging from the hook on the back of the cubicle door.

The door creaked open as she made her ungainly way out, the cold white lights blazing unflatteringly down over her face. Max stuck her tongue out at her reflection and splashed her face with water a few times before deciding to return to her desk. However, she'd only just settled back down when one of her more repulsive colleagues popped up by the exit, leering at her. “Quite the walk of shame, eh?”

Max snarled. “Fuck off, Julian.”

Julian chuckled. It was not a nice chuckle. “You’re masturbating on the job, Max. The company doesn’t care what you do in your spare time, but if it’s on company time - oh!” He pulled an exaggeratedly shocked expression. “That’s a very different thing.”

Max rolled her eyes. “You tell me this every Friday,” she sniped. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Today’s different,” Julian cackled. “While you were climaxing in your cubicle, Oliver announced that he was retiring.”

you sat at the booth and waited, idly drinking from the soda your waiter had already brought. you looked up to your name being called, and almost choked on your drink. it was your friend, alright, but they had definitely....changed. you shook your head in disbelief, opening your eyes to confirm that yes, that was your old friend standing in front of you. in front of you, in shorts that were downright obscene, cutting into a heavy belly that was even more pronounced due to an incredibly tight belt, with a shirt that definitely wasn't meant to be a crop top, but couldn't help but be one with the way it barely fell to their last rib, leaving a large amount of smooth flesh exposed. they grinned at you, their rosy cheeks bulging in the most adorable way, and you just sat in silence as they pulled themself into the booth, grunting at the tight fit the table caused; you could only watch as they had to push the table towards you to make room, and a small layer of fat still rested on the counter.

you knew they had always been a little bit on the heavier side, always softer in places you weren't, but this? you had a fleeting thought of what their belly would feel like beneath your fingers, their soft, plush body malleable under your hands. it went away when they asked if you were ready to get some food, and you nodded, standing up with them. you licked your lips as you watch them pull themself back out of the booth, sucking in their belly to scoot out of the seat, only to exhale and let it all fill out again. you could see their belly jiggle and move as they walked, each step causing their beautiful thighs to shake.

after their fourth place, you had to resist the urge to gasp and shift in your seat, as they once again came back over to your booth, squeezing themself into the tight space that had become and increasingly bigger struggle each time they waddled over. you weren't sure just how much they had shoved into their mouth, but it had been enough for the two of you, definitely. they brought back plates two at a time now, filled to the brim with creamy mashed potatoes and perfectly cooked steak, pasta, fried chicken, whatever they could fit on the plate. after your second plate, you had to stop just so you could watch in fascination as they kept eating, seemingly with no end in sight.

you almost came then and there when they looked up at you after their seventh plate and quietly asked if you could go up and get them dessert. you barely caught the end of their sentence, but your ears went blood red as you heard them say, "im so full...i can't move right now..." you did as asked, blushing the whole time as you filled the plate up with brownies, cookies, buttery rolls, chocolate covered strawberries and marshmallows, cheesecake bites and chocolate cake. with a last second thought, you grabbed a bowl and filled it to the brim with ice cream, covering it in whipped cream and all the topping they offered. you brought the plate back over to the table and watched the surprise bloom on your friend's flushed face, and your eyes dropped to where you could see their belt open and shorts unbuttoned, revealing their full, stuffed belly on striking display. they took the plate and began to eat slowly, letting out a whimper that went straight to your core.

(first time ive ever written- pls lmk any comments or critiques in the chat-wonshy) Matt had been hired at the business company 9 months ago, and finally after constantly sucking up to his boss, he had been invited to his first conference meeting. It was only going to be a 3 hour meeting but all the higher ups in the company were going to be there. There was only one problem- Matt was 9 months pregnant- with triplets After Matt had received the call, letting him know that he had gotten the job, he went out to celebrate with some friends. Having had a few drinks too many he seemed to catch the eye of the hot bartender and one thing leading to another had Matt spending all night and the subsequent morning getting railed to high heaven. He reached a new record with amount of orgasms in one period that night. He had woken up this morning, excited for his first business meeting and with ideas on impressing his superiors when those thoughts were dashed as he sat up. 

part one - part two - part three

When the light subsided, I found myself in a large room filled with books and instruments. Messy and clutter tables with rows of glassware and paper with writings. Half the room was divided with a flight of stairs leading to more books and ladders.

A wide window at the end of the large room filled the place with morning light. It was finally dawn.

“Welcome to my study and workshop. You can either stay where you are, or look around if you’re capable enough to.”

The old man said as he walks over to a table cluttered with books.

I was currently on the floor with my tattered dress. My massive belly rested between my thighs on the dusty wooden floor. It was still a lot better than the gravel alley floor where I was at moments ago.

Now that the ambient lighting was better, I could make out that the old man was really my master that I haven’t seen in ages.

Master Jim. Jim Grigori, one of the few legendary Grandmaster wizards. And the master of Zaylen and I.

A reference for writers. If this enables one more sentence of chubby fic, my job is done.

Suggestions very welcome.

Updated here on a dedicated page with way more words (and organization)

CHUBBY

 ample  apple/pear  beefy  big  big boned  big frame  bigger  blimpy  blubbery  bulky  carrying extra pounds  chubby  chunky  corpulent  cuddly  dimpled  doughy  fattie  filled out  flabby  fleshy  floppy  fluffy  heavily built  heavy  heavyset  hippo  husky  large  meaty  obese  on the bigger side  out of shape  overweight  paunchy  plump  porker  porky  portly  pudgy  puffy  roly-poly  rubenesque  stocky  stout  thick  tubby  tubs  unfit  voluptuous well-nourished

BIG

 abundant   bloated         blob of    chunky  chubby  doughnut  flesh  full  heft   lush          mass  massive  mountainous       padded    plump     plush      rotund  round, rounded, rounded out  softened   swollen, swelled up  thick  wide 

BELLIES

 abdomen  beach ball  beer belly  blubber  girth  gut  middle  midsection    padding       paunch  pillow  pot belly  spare tire  stomach  tum  tummy  waist  waistline

BELLY PARTS

biggest/fattest/fullest/roundest part  love handles       mound    muffin top  overhang  rolls, fat rolls, side rolls  shelf   stretch marks   swells of fat    underbelly

WHAT BELLIES DO

 balloon out  bounce    bow out    bulge out  bump  droop  fill out  folds hang  jiggle  overflow  poke out  pooch out  protrude  push  quiver  settle  shake  shelf  sink       soften   stick out  suck in  swell out  tremble  wiggle  wobble

TOUCHES

 brush  drift over  explore  ghosting fingertips over  glide over  grab  hands sink in  knead  massage  pat  pinch  poke  push into  rest hand on  rub  rub circles /draw circles  squeeze  squish

FEELS

 comfy  cuddly  cushiony   dimpled   doughy  firm  lumpy  mushy  pliable  smooth  soft  squishy  warm  yielding

CLOTHES

The clip is from California’s Gold (which I think was a mandatory show for any California PBS stations).

Request #319-1: “Mpreg where the guy is holding the urge to push. Basically birth denial as he’s in denial (sure, he slept with some guy; sure the nausea and the big belly are suspicious and more the odd wiggly movements on his round belly but he’s not pregnant and he’s not giving birth!) And there twins. Bonis for detail on his belly”

—Inspiration struck me with this prompt. Hope you don’t mind the story telling. This is my first submission, lmk what you think! ~liloolong

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“Wes?” Katy asked, but her friend wasn’t paying attention. “Earth to Wes?” She waved her hands in front of him. “You’re not thinking about that guy still, are you?”

“Hm? Me? No, no way. It was just a one night stand and it was like two months ago. He never texted me back. Didn’t mean anything.” Wes replied finally. They had chosen to forgo their usual dinner for a pizza and movie night, but the movie had long since ended.

“Uh-huh, sure. You can talk to me when you’re ready. I’ve gotta go, though, I’ve got work tomorrow.”

“Hmm, okay see you next month,” he practically sighed. She left his apartment, and he was still thinking about him. It was strange, Wes was never an emotional guy. He slept with plenty of people, and never once got attached when he didn’t want to. Whatever. He cleaned up the pizza boxes and climbed into bed.

••• ••• •••

The next month when Katy and he had dinner, Wes showed up late to their favorite place.

“So sorry, Katy! I think the dryer shrunk my slacks, had to find something else at the last minute!” He explained. He didn’t realize he hadn’t washed them since the last time he wore them.

Katy waved him off and began rambling about this new girl she met. A friend of a friend, it’s probably nothing but she just feels that spark. Wes nodded along as his best friend gushed.

When their food came, he had ordered his usual, but suddenly it wasn’t appealing.

“Wes, you’ve hardly touched your meal, what’s wrong?”

“Not sure. I’ve been just so nauseous lately. I think I got food poisoning? I don’t know how long that’s supposed to last.”

Katy shrugged— she didn’t know either— and stabbed her fork onto his plate to finish up his meal.

This may not quite adhere to the exact prompts provided, for which I apologize. I am contactable on DeviantArt as Dormammu12. I also have a blog at bellychats and 12dormammu on Tumblr, in addition to the handle which I used to submit this piece. Might edit and flesh this out a bit more. We’ll see.

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Irene slurped noisily on her bubble tea and set it down beside her.

Dr Chong glanced up, eyes narrowed, and Irene smiled at him sheepishly. “I don’t know why I bother,” he sighed. “If that gets irradiated, it’s on you, not me. As long as you’re willing to go through the necessary decontamination protocols, I couldn’t care less.”

“Thanks, Dr Chong.”

Irene liked bubble tea. It was way better than coffee and regular tea, mostly because of the sugar, and it was trendy enough in her city that she’d gotten to know more than a few people thanks to her passion for the drink. Technically, it was against the rules to bring any foodstuffs into Dr Chong’s lab, but Irene was an attractive young woman, and that was more than enough to persuade her employer to turn a blind eye.

“Don’t thank me,” Dr Chong snapped, returning to his work. “I want those results processed and analyzed by tomorrow. Got it?”

The Pouter

The Pouter resents the effect food has on them. How just one little bite of something can lead to a full blown stuffing, making them feel helpless to the weight they’re putting on in droves. They’re the type who displaces blame. It’s the brain’s fault. It’s genetics. It’s the genetically modified food that is making them too fat to walk without waddling a little. Healthy food is too expensive; junk food is too divine. Exercise is too time-consuming; sitting all day is a required part of their 9 to 5. They pout their way through the day at their desk, sucking on their daily venti frappe, which they carefully don’t realize has been fattening up their ass so badly that it doesn’t really fit in their chair anymore. They pout when their clothes don’t look quite right and blame the dryer for shrinking them. They get angry when the elevator goes out of order, forcing them to pant and heave their way up the stairwell. Then they get irate when there’s nothing good left in the pantry to fill them up once they finally get to their apartment in the evening. The only thing that soothes their nerves is take out, and so they eat a lot of take out. The trash bin is full of take out containers, along the coffee table, and the countertop. Sometimes they reach the bottom of a container, so full but still needing to consume more, so they get take out from somewhere else. They wake up heavier every morning, but they don’t know that. All they know is that (because their arms and chest have blown up so big with flab) it’s getting hard to cross their arms when they’re annoyed.

The Blusher

The Blusher is the type who effortlessly gains a few dozen pounds in winter weight and doesn’t even notice until the weather warms. They happily pack away their winter clothes, pull on a well-worn pair of shorts, and…with a sharp pang of dread, find they can’t even tug the denim all the way up their bulkier thighs. Even without anyone around to ogle their thighs, or their chubbier face, or their larger love handles—which their shirt can’t quite seem to cover—they flush pink. A little ashamed and a lot embarrassed. Because how did they not realize? They gently touch their belly, thicker and curvier than it should be. They look in the mirror. And…whoa. They’re girthy all over. Their limbs are large and heavy-looking and they just look so big. They gained weight and were totally oblivious. Oblivious to how all those special-occasion splurges and one-off binges added up. With whispered curses and last-ditch tugging attempts, the Blusher tries on more clothes and outfits, hoping against hope that they’re not as big as they look and feel. Except almost nothing fits. And their belly keeps jiggling when they turn and bend and stand. And the dusted-off scale is showing them a number they can’t possibly believe. No, no, no. They can’t be that fat. With tubby fingers, they search and calculate on their phone to see…to see that they are teetering on the far end of the Overweight box in the spectrum. Just to the right, the more ominous Obese box lies in wait, colored a deep red. They blush that very same color, down to their second chin.

The Lip-Biter

Part 1 - Part 2

Saturday finally rolled around, and you paced the lobby of your apartment anxiously as you waited for “David” to pick you up.

You rubbed your belly absentmindedly. Over the past few days it was undeniable, it had grown, and it was firm to the touch. It had been about a month and one week since David had impregnated you, so on a normal pregnancy scale you were probably just short of four months in. You’d already gained a bit of weight in addition to your baby bump so yesterday you had finally caved and bought yourself some larger clothes. You made another promise to yourself to fight your cravings, but man, you certainly deserved whatever food you wanted with everything you were going through. That’s what you told yourself the last four times you’d tried fighting your cravings, its probably what you’d tell yourself again.

A sleek red car pulled up in front of the building. It was the make and model David had told you to watch for. You gulped, and then walked out.

David gave you a reassuring smile as you walked up to the car. He was just as cute as before. Well not quite, because you didn’t uncontrollably want to take off your pants and fuck him, but there was something alluring about him all the same.

You opened up the passenger door and took a seat.

“Hey…”

“Don’t worry, I know this is awkward, I know you know this is awkward. I’ve done this many times before. So just take it slow, think about what you wanna talk about, and try not to get overwhelmed.”

“Okay…how?”

“Hmm?” David started the car and drove towards the coffee shop you’d agreed you’d go to. “How is this possible you mean?”

“Basically, how did you get a condition that makes one out of every thirty people you meet want to fuck you and get pregnant?”

“Huh, I’ve never been asked that first before. Sure people usually get to it, but I’m usually met with panic first, not curiosity.”

“It’s been over a month, I’ve done enough panicking. I’m a doctor, and I know for a fact that there’s no way such a condition exists.”

“Not naturally that is, long story short my parents are both scientists. They studied fertility. They wanted to find new ways to increase it and they dabbled with genetic modification.”

“And they tested on YOU?!”

“What? No! It was an accident. They’ve been doing their research all their lives, I grew up next to it. They had no reason to think anything they were doing was…contagious, and it didn’t come to light until I turned 18. It didn’t affect them, guess it had something to do with the fact that I was still maturing…”

“So…what happened when you were 18?”

David was silent for several moments.

“…We’ll get there. Let’s wait for coffee.

You knew you’d struck a nerve so you said nothing for the rest of the trip. It was ridiculous really. Why should you feel bad for him? You were the victim here. Or…were you? He said he’d done this many times. How many children did he have? What kind of crazy situations did he have to endure? After your pregnancy was over you could tell him goodbye and be done with it, he’d be dealing with this shit the rest of his life.

You rubbed your stomach and realized how hungry you were, hungry for…cool ranch Doritos…covered in chocolate.

Hmph, whatever tragedy David had been through, at least he didn’t have to deal with being pregnant himself.

You pulled into the coffee shop and you both wordlessly exited the vehicle.

“Hey David!” said the barista as you walked in. “Got another date?” He laughed and then spoke to you. “He brings ‘em in here all the time, but don’t worry, you’re definitely ‘the one’”.

David shot you a knowing look and then glared at the barista.

“Just kidding.” the barista replied. I mean not really, you sure do bring a lot of people here, but just looking out for them, honest. Gotta know what they’re getting into.“ He winked at you and went back to the espresso machine.

"Thinks he knows everything.” David mumbled. “If only he was one in thirty…”

“I hear you grumbling, come on David, you know you’re our best customer, what can I get ya?”

He ordered a double shot Americano, while you got your favorite. David had of course, offered to pay.

You sat down in the far corner of the cafe where almost no one else sat. You guessed this was David’s “usual spot” by the sly look the barista gave you as you sat down.

“So what are my options?” You asked.

“Well you can either keep the baby, which would be completely fine, or you can give it up for adoption, also completely fine. I can help you with that. I may have umm, 'had a thing’ with someone very high up at an adoption agency, I promise the kid will be in a good place.”

“Good to know…” You didn’t say anything after that. You were a practical man, you now knew that David would take care of covering your predicament. You wanted to know more about him, so you let him to the talking.

“…What else do you want to know?” he said after the awkward pause.

“What else can you tell me?”

“Well I, I usually just respond to things that others ask. Yes, you have to keep it, my parents’ strong fertility alterations mean the pregnancy can’t be terminated. Umm…you’ll get your male genitalia back a month after the birth, and yes there will be a birth, that’s a surprisingly common question…”

“What about you?”

“Huh?” he replied. Up until that point he had mostly just been twiddling his thumbs, but now he stared you right in the eyes. “Well me, I, like I said I’ve been dealing with this since I was 18, I’m 32 now so, I’m not exactly a stranger to this process. It’s all become pretty routine really. I’ve had "incidents” with a diverse enough group of people that I’ve got all the resources I need, no one wants their secret to get out. That includes money so if you need anything like clothes or supplies…“

"I’m a doctor remember? I’ve got money.”

“Still, you shouldn’t have to pay for anything to do with this. You’re already paying enough…”

You gave your belly a light rub and chuckled. “It’s not that bad, really.”

“Not yet..” David replied. “I mean, not that it gets awful! I’ll take care of you, I promise. It’s just, birth is birth, y'know?”

You looked down at your stomach, it already seemed so big compared to that fateful visit, but it was going to get a least twice as big. Probably more like three or four times as big…

“It’ll be over before you know it.” There was another silence before he added “You look good.”

“Ha, I’m sure you can see I’ve gained at least 20 pounds on top of the belly, and look at my chest.” You said, gesturing to your increasingly more feminine breasts.

“They’re not that big yet…”

“Yet.” you scoffed.

“Sorry! But it’s true, you’ll have to feed the child naturally for the first month, assuming you decide to keep it. You’ll have to pump either way…

"Oh Lord, let’s not talk about that until we have to.”

“I mean, you’ve got just under two months left. Time is shorter than you might want it to be…”

More awkward silence. You decided you were done with the awkwardness, you were sitting with a man you’d met only once before, who had given you a female reproductive system, impregnated you in your office, and was now going to guide you through said pregnancy. The situation was all fucked up already, you should just roll with it and get everything out in the open.

“So what’s up with the pheromones?” You asked. “Thought you said they’d be out of my system?”

At that David suddenly looked shocked, and then panicked.

“Ar-Aren’t they?”

“I mean, mostly yeah. I’m not looking for a repeat of your appointment, but they aren’t completely. I think I’m still somewhat attracted to you.”

“You-you are?”

“Yeah but, that’s just the pheromones talking, right?”

“They’ve never remained beyond the initial encounter before…”

Oh great, more silence. This is what you were trying to avoid. You felt newly sheepish. Maybe your feelings had nothing to do with David’s condition at all. You expected him to have a logical explanation, and then you could continue to talk on purely logical terms about your situation.

“No one’s ever had lingering feelings before, in fact a majority of them absolutely hate me after their initial libido. To be honest I rarely meet with anyone more than once…Hence this asshole thinking I’m a player…”

“Oh David you know I think nothing of the sort…” said the barista, having just arrived with your coffees at that moment. “I’ve been watching you though.” He said, turning to you. “He’s usually quite bored with everyone he brings here, they always babble on. But based on the looks on his face you’ve actually managed to intrigue him…”

“That’s enough!” shouted David. “I’ll be having a talk with your manager!”

“Enjoy yourselves!” The barista exclaimed, rushing away from your table.

“…He’d better hope I don’t have a 'one in thirty’ talk with his manger.”

You let you a laugh. David looked at you incredulously with a small grin on his face.

“That’s probably the first joke I’ve made about my condition, ever, and you actually laughed.

"Oh.” you suddenly blushed. “Well it was funny. You gotta joke about the serious stuff sometimes, otherwise you wont get through it. Like…this” you said as you gestured at your belly.“ Do you think I’ll end up with more of a basketball shape, or a bowling ball?”

“David’s face erupted into a big grin. "Ha! What the difference?”

“No idea, guess it’s just the difference on if my kid is more of a jock or a nerd.”

“Heh. So, do you think you’ll keep it then?”

“I don’t know, single parenting sounds hard…do you actually parent any of your kids?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t. It’d be hard, y'know? I’d be doing them a disservice by trying, they’d never get the attention they deserve. Best to just leave them with the parent they get all to themselves or with their adopted family. But…”

“But what?

"One of these days, I do want to get married, like for real. And have a real family. Kids I actually plan on having. Kids that can actually call me dad…It might be stupid, I know, to think I could ever end of with someone who wouldn’t mind that I’ll probably be getting people pregnant all my life.”

“I don’t know.” You replied. “They might be closer than you think…”

David looked at you, an intense fascination in his eyes. You took a sip of your coffee, but immediately spit it out. “Ughh, this is my favorite but it tastes like shit!”

“Pregnancy can mess with your taste buds. What sounds good to you right now?”

You paused. “…Chocolate covered Doritos…”

He smiled. “I just might be able to get some of those. Would you…want to come back to my place?”

“I’d like that.” You smiled back.

You never got any explanation for why you felt this way about David, but you didn’t care anymore, because something was happening with it. You always thought that you were completely straight, but your feelings for David? They were more than your feelings that day in your office, those feelings were hollow, but these? They felt…real. You got back into David’s car and watched him as he drove you back to his place. Then you put both hands on your belly. The last month had been filled with apprehension towards the thing you were growing inside you, but now you felt a sense of pride and appreciation for carrying David’s kid.

David offered you a drink at his apartment. You both talked, laughed, drank some more, and got preparations for your kid together. David kept habitually making the plans as if he would never see you or the baby again, but you kept subtly revising him until “checking in periodically” turned into “monthly visitation” which rapidly and unexpected turned into “let’s just live together”. On that suggestion, David brought you into his bedroom and you stayed the night, while essentially repeating the appointment at which you first met. Only this time, it felt real.

Author Note: So this submission was inspired by request 292.4, but I added some transformation and stuff. So I dunno if it’s exactly what they wanted but I had fun. I always love reading requests here for writing exercises. If people like this I might have a sequel in me. Enjoy.

Dr. Jessica Han was in a pickle. She worked at a veterinary hospital that serviced horse breeders and other farms. She was 24 with a great body. The tan half-asian was 5'10, worked out a lot and had short blonde hair. She had full luscious hips with a eye catching jiggly round rump and heaving G cup melon shaped breasts. She’d gotten drunk at an office party and her roommate/co-worker Mia Charles had put up a dare as the two did shots in a dim lab. Soon Jess had her hips in the air while her roommate shot samples from a champion stallion charger deep into her pussy. The two hid the evidence and took an Uber home.

They’d forgotten about the events of the now blurry night as the hospital became busy for the next two months. Jess had bouts of what she thought was the flu on occasion but the nausea would come and go. Eventually she’d realized she hadn’t had her period.. Standing in the mirror she’d noticed her breasts had grown considerably and were quite tender. She’d had to buy several new bras. She’d also began packing on some weight in her tummy. She had been blaming the long hours and junk food binges. Now though even her scrub pants were tight, forget her jeans. Jessica’s stomach had grown round and larger than a softball. Jess walked out topless in a red thong to find Mia naked eating a bowl of cereal off her flat stomach. Her roommate waved a spoon at her lazily on their off day.

“Hey Mia do we have a pregnancy test?” Jess whined.