#long thing

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong?”

“People are staring.”

“Hurry up.”

Those are the words ringing in your ear as you walk along with Nue. The colossal girl you were dating was hardly one for physical exercise, but now you were starting to guess the motivations for why she was doing this. 

It wasn’t shocking that Nue would turn heads as she lumbered down the street. She was wider than she was tall, with hips that were monuments to her gluttony. Legs as wide as mouch couches were clapping together with every step, massive acres of fat colliding from every step she took. The swishing of her soft skin meeting together down to her ankles was a song singing praise to her weight. Swinging her hips back and forth, her mountainous ass quaking with every moment, it sent her jiggling waves up to her love handles. Her dress struggled to keep her decent, dark underwear just teasing over the hem of her skirt, but somehow it managed.

Having the massiveness of her lower half moving about sent jiggles up her sides. Her stomach quaked from it all, the apron of lard brushing the tops of her feet bounding with every step she took, her gargantuan legs crashing into it, pushing it along more with her own momentum and weight than any of the muscles in her waist. It bounced so far ahead of her that even if Nue wasn’t holding your hand, there was no way she could wrap her arms even halfway around it. It gurgled and sloshed softly as she moved along, straining and tugging her dress as it fought to tear free.

And while absolutely a bottom heavy bombshell, Nue’s chest was still enormous, still too big to meet her hands over them. In her dress they nearly bounced free, wobbling back and forth as they rested comfortably atop her belly. Perked up by her blubbery biceps squishing into their sides, it would be hard to tear your eyes away from that canyon of cleavage to star at her face. If you managed, a rounded face with a thick tire of a double chin would stare back.

One ribbon-esque wing came back to poke at your stomach, drawing a belch from your lips unbidden.

BBBBBBRRRRROOOOOAAAOOOORRRRPPPPPP!!!

“They’re all watching you know. Staring. Gawking. Wanting~. And the worst part of it all?”

“You really can’t help but make a show of yourself, can you~?”

And she’s right. None of the passersby staring at the two of you are focused on Nue. All of them are watching you. How you have to struggle to walk without your own calve fat squishing against your foot. How you’re so wide that your hips are knocking against the lampposts on one side of the sidewalk and the parked cars on the other. How your gut has a small skateboard placed under it to stop it from touching the ground, bigger than a ford focus on its own. How your tits have turned your dress into a tank top, only just keeping you decent.

How even know, as people point and stare, you still can’t stop from reaching into the top of ice cream nestled in your cleavage, scooping out a mound of it with your fat hand and shoving it in your face, just to stay cool. You whimper a bit at every photo, at every laugh, every blushing face, but Nue’s grin says more than all that.

She ruined you. You let her ruin you. That you could have stopped this at any time. Maybe you still could. But you won’t. You want this even now, and that’s why you let her tug you through the front door and down to the street.

Belching, huffing, and panting as you plodded along, your stomach bounded against Nue’s hips as she paused. Even at over a thousand pounds, you made the youkai seemed svelte next to your room filling mass. She flicks her long hair back with a wink, before waddling a step forward.

Lumbering up to the side of the ice cream truck that had parked in your neighborhood, the driver aghast at the two whales that had approached their cart, Nue pressed her stomach against the side of the truck. Dropping her breasts onto the counter, tit fat spilling over the entirety of it, Nue giggled.

“Now, I know there’s no way you didn’t see us coming... or hear us... or feel us...” She’s punctuating that with a stomp of her fat leg, the ground trembling slightly as she wobbled about. “So I suggest you get your ice cream ready. How much?”

You yelp as her fat hand reaches out to smack at your gut. It sloshes loudly, the buffet she had forced in you just minutes before taking you outside bounding about in your stomach. You clap a hand over your mouth to try and hold it back, but-

HHHHRRRROOOOAAAAAAUUUUPPPPP!!!

You can’t.

“Aw, hear that? The poor thing is starving. You know what, forget the ice cream cones and bars. Just hand me the biggest vat of the stuff you have, and I’ll help them out~”

You whimper, trying to say that you don’t want this, but when she gives you that look, the one she always gives when feeding you, the one she does as she presses her belly against your stomach, feeling how someone as colossal, monumental, monstrously gigantic as her feels so small...

She mostly just looks long

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them.

Winter Holiday Symbols ♡  || @warsraging

( accepting )

💍 – for your muse to propose to mine during the holidays

    “Merry Christmas, babe.” She was BEAMING. What more could she want? She had a roof over her head, shared it with the love of her life, had a steady income and overall a much, much better routine than she ever could have imagined all those years. Her parents set a horrible example, and for a long time, Artemis had thought that, no matter how hard she began struggling to be anything but like them, it was inevitable. Misery would follow. She’d be alone. 

    — But look at her now. She was smiling so bright it felt uncharacteristic, and she loved every second of it. Wally was the only one who could do that to her, make her look so giddy and clingy. To show him just a small piece of how happy he made her, she’d spent ages trying to find the perfect gift. Now was the time to give it to him, but once she did, and Wally naturally smiled and thanked her, he put the gift aside, instead. “Why don’t you open it?” she wondered aloud, unsure how her ever excited boyfriend could resist the urge to tear the wrapping off immediately. 

    What followed made her heart jump. It leapt. It fell out of her chest, crashed and… fluttered. A BOX. A tiny little box in his hand, and Wally got on one knee. Surprise turned into bliss. She knew the answer before he’d even posed the question, and it was pure agony and yet the most wonderful thing to watch him watch her with that loving expression on his face. ‘What a cliche,’ she thought, but who was she kidding? She was eating it up, every tender glance, every sweet moment. 

Alexander had been gone a while. John didn’t know where he went, or what really happened, not until he’d found that note that explained everything. But when he showed up finally a week later after spending so much time making sure he had what he needed and debating in a panic whether or not to tell someone else, someone of higher authority, he didn’t have what they’d asked for - he had a gun and a grudge.

For once, he found himself glad his father and he did typical things when he was young like hunting. It helped his aiming, the shooting range he went to in secret a few times to practice, the license he got, all to have a pistol to hide in his room for safety in his apartment due to being overly cautious. He’d been so grateful he never had to use it until now.