#immobilized

Some of you may remember Kat from our previous post in regards to a negative review. Well she still hasn't quite learned and thought the month supply of our gainer shakes were compensation and actual protein shakes. Per her follow up email to us, she said she had one at the gym before a pool party and another one before the pool party. She thought she was fine until the effects of our weight gain formula kicked in two fold.

Per her report, she instantly felt super bloated and had to sit down. Once she hit the lounge chair, she claims to have felt the effects hit her body and felt the pounds piling on. Her stomach began to swell out in front of her and quickly pushed the bottoms of her bathing suit off of it as she fattened up in the chair, filling it up more and more. Kat also claimed people asked if she was feeling ok but was too busy feeling herself rapidly gain weight to respond to them.

One bottle is potent enough to leave someone who drank it noticeably chubbier, sometimes even bigger depending on their existing metabolism. The effects of two bottles compound on each other and can lead to extreme situations. This is why it is very important to follow the directions we put on the labels.

Kat, having ignored the label and not fully grasped what our products do, learned too late as her body continued to pack on fat and swell up. The rest of her review/report mentions how she started to spill out of the chair and the plastic legs creaked under her increasing weight. Her chest began to bulge out of her bikini top as her breasts also got some of the growth. Her bikini bottoms were basically completely hidden due to her butt and roles growing around the material.

Imagine a whumpee who is slowly but heavily restrained by an intimate whumper. They woke up already restrained, but soon enough whumper makes them completely immobile. What whumper does afterwards is up to you!

- @piplupfluffwritingstuff2

@piplupfluffwritingstuff2, you know I'd always take a request from you <3 Hope it isn't too gorey! Whumpee shifts awake, frightened. Immediately, they know something is wrong. Their arms refuse to move and their knees are locked together. The room is deathly dark, with only a dim light flickering overhead. "There you are," a familiar voice ripples from the dark. Whumpee jerks up, panic hammering in their chest. "Where am I? What did you do?" Slowly, Whumper's face breaks through the dark, twisted, cold, utterly nonhuman. "Miss me?" "Stay away--!" But Whumpee's attempts to crawl back just make them fall back. They can barely bend their elbow and their ankles are so tightly bound, they can't move their feet to push them along. Whumper overtakes them easily, his long twisted limbs slipping behind to tighten the laces of the armbinder. "Wha--what are you doing?" Whumpee gasps, straining desperately as their shoulders are drawn back unnaturally, forcing their head to lean back as well. Their chest is pushed forward, tight in their clothes. "Hush now, moving only makes it worse." "How did you--" something thin and warm moulds itself to Whumpee's lips, sealing them completely. "There we are," Whumper says, tightening the bands around Whumpee's waist. With a quick tug, he fastens three long belts along WHumpee's body: at the neck, waist, and knees. A gurgle chokes from Whumpee's sealed mouth when their neck is held down. "Now, now, you're just being dramatic," Whumper says, limbs contorting wrongways in. "Stop thinking so much." With slow movement, Whumper hooks a curled nail down Whumpee's front. The thin material of Whumpee's shirt splits open easily, like butter cut from a hot knife.

Whumpee braces for the touching they're sure will follow, but it doesn't. Well no, they do feel a touch. But it's deeper, shifting almost...between their ribs? Desperate to see, Whumpee strains to lift thesmselves, but their restraints won't let them. "My, my," Whumper sighs, clicking their long tongue in disapproval. "You really haven't taken good care of yourself, have you?" Whumpee breathes heavily through their nose. They want to reply but the living gag threatens to slip inside their mouth if they part their lips. The touching still feels invasive but they can't place how, especially since they can't look. They don't feel it on their skin--where it should be--but in their chest. Then again, this all feels surreal. Like a bad dream that's--why can they smell blood?

Panic throttles Whumpee but their screams don't escape the living gag. Whumper grabs the belt around Whumpee's neck to pull them up. Blood covers their chest, spilling out from a gaping wound that Whumper opened. Overwhelmed, Whumpee collapses, hyperventillating. This is a dream. It must be. It has to be. Why does nothing hurt? "Shhh, shhh, look how tired your heart is," Whumper says. Something snaps inside Whumpee's chest. They raise their eyes in time to see Whumper holding their heart in his hand. "So lonely. So clotted." Whumper prods Whumpee's heart. Screaming, Whumpee throws their head back, writhing on the floor like a worm. Whumper's finger pushes in further, searching. Until he finds it, and pulls. At once, liquid warmth pools through Whumpee's body. Shuddering, they sink in their bindings, mewling into the gag. Internal release unwinds their tight muscles. Tension melts from their restrained body. The heart beats once, twice, over and over. Whumper's hand, six-fingered and crooked, loosely cups Whumpee's throat. "Look at that, hardly a difficult fix."

Deftly, the gnarled fingers slip over Whumpee's sealed lips, taking the moulded gag with them. Whumpee sucks in a deep breath, as if to make sure they're not smothered anymore. "Seal me up," they gasp, "Please--I don't want to see that again." Whumper chuckles, "Of course." Deftly, they drop the living gag over the wound. Stretching itself out, the living thing sews the split skin together as if it was never broken at all. "There now, all closed up, hmm?" "The--the blood--" "Ah yes," Whumper chirps, "I forgot." Leaning down, Whumper's long blackened tongue curls over the crimson stains, lapping them up. Whumpee shuts their eyes, sinking into a resigned state, "Please just...just tell me this is a dream?" "Yes. Well no, it's not a dream. It's a state of mind," Whumper rolls his double-pupiled eyes, "The truth is, I couldn't do anything unless you were completely unable to move. And the best way to do that was pull you into your mind." Whumpee attempts to sit up on their wrapped elbows, "But...how did you get in here, too?" "Do I look like a human being, Whumpee?" The way he asks made Whumpee feel foolish. But then they frowned, "But...if you're in my mind, how come I'm not in control?" "Oh, I don't know. It's almost like you're not in your right mind now, hmm? As if," he pretends to search for the right word, "you're unconscious, perhaps? Unable to move?" Whumpee twists, more in annoyance than desperation. They don't want to think about how comfortable they are with Whumper being here now. Perhaps feeling that pain in their chest removed is helping? Whumper leans closer to help them sit up comfortably. Whumpee shudders when the gnarled hands slip between their shirt and their skin, but perhaps the sensation of touch is a blessing. It reminds them they're not insane. Yet. "There now....feeling better, are we?" "Enough," Whumpee frowns. They feel leagues better, but they don't want Whumper to know. "How long will you keep me trapped here?" They ask. "Ha! We're inside your mind. You'll always be trapped here."

Sylus nap + cuddling in closet ❤️‍🔥🐦‍⬛🫶🏻 💤

bonus his lullaby singing voice 😹

“With her hands tied behind her back, her eyes blindfolded, and her legs tied spread, she looked like a s-sh-schmerg-”

“Smorgasbord.”

“Right! Smorgasbord! prepared only for him. He wanted to eat her up, but he wasn’t done playing yet. He kissed her lightly oiled thigh and she twitched in surprise. This gave him an idea. He stepped away for a moment, fetching something from his box of toys– a red candle. He lit it and after a few seconds it began to drip. The drops landed on her bare chest appearing like blood on her willing and naked body. She gasped at the new sensation,” Obito read aloud over Kakashi’s shoulder; this had become customary for the two teens as Kakashi loved Obito’s impromptu voice acting. “Woah Kakashi this is-” Kakashi had never made him read something like this before though.

“Keep going,” ordered the young Jonin, shaking the book impatiently.

“Oh, uh yeah, a-alright,” Obito agreed awkwardly; he even did the voices. “” It’s so hot,” she whispered breathlessly. He lowered the candle just a bit and adjusted his aim, so a thick drop landed squarely on her already perky n-nipple. She squealed for him, only making him more uhm aroused.”

Kakashi shifted against his larger teammate, stealing his attention. “Ka-Kakashi!” He whined.

Kakashi tilted his masked face back to peer at his blushing companion with half-lidded eyes. “What?” He asked.

“What are ya doing?”

“I was just a little uncomfortable. I was laying on that side for a while.”

“Oh…”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“Uhm…” Obito tried his best not to look down. “N-Nothing!”

Kakashi was nothing if not observant. He could tell by the sweat on the dark haired Uchiha’s brow that he was hiding something. He sighed heavily with resignation and looked back to his book. “Keep going then,” he commanded.

“Y-yeah okay… A-After he’d coated her most sensitive areas nicely, he began to peel the cooled wax from her skin. She shuddered desperately and he knew she was,” Obito gulped hard. “dripping for him. He had to have a taste.”

Kakashi felt Obito rub against him and that’s when he noticed the protuberance in his pants. His pale cheeks grew red and hot under his mask. “You’re hard,” he said shyly.

“Oh, crap sorry…”

Kakashi breathed slowly– deeply, “It’s fine. I am too.”

“Y-you are?”

“Yep.”

“Wow. I-I thought this stuff didn’t affect you, you being gifted and all. I-I mean you read this stuff all the time. Even on missions.”

“Seriously?” The white-haired adolescent huffed in disbelief, “It’s not just this stuff.”

“Well, it is sometimes,” Obito added. Kakashi didn’t reply. Obito shifted uncomfortably and nervously again. “Uh Kakashi?”

“Hm?”

“Have you ever done anything like that?” He asked. Still there was no answer. Obito cleared his throat. “Well, uhm do you want to?”

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