what if… what if mickey accidentally gaining weight made him subconsciously let go of so many internalized hangups around toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia? like he just gets comfortable and he lives with only ian, who loves on him and worships him—and there’s no judgy gallaghers (lip) throwing jabs around. so he eats. he gets seconds and thirds of the dinner he and ian (mostly ian) made together, blushing just a tad at the warm, knowing, smile ian gives him. Mickey throws his favorite frozen nuggies and boxed mac’n’cheese mixes alongside all the organic bullshit ian has loaded the cart with. He licks the melted chocolate off his fingers that comes from the warm snickers ian keeps loaded in the glovebox for mickey to snack on during runs. and mickey gets sooo soft!!! he fills out in the most feminine fucking ways—hips, ass, low belly, thighs, and tits galore!!! he is so so round and bouncy!! leaving his clothes no choice but to let his ass cheeks hangout, tighten around his grab-able titties, and let his thick hips and belly be free from all compressing fabrics. and ian fucking eats it up—there’s more and more mickey and mickey seems less and less worried about acting or looking “gay.” completely unbothered by how curvy and breedable he looks swinging his dump truck of an ass around, absentmindedly cupping his tits and rubbing over his sensitive nips in comfort.
he’s become more comfortable in himself, more shameless about what he wants—not worrying about whether it makes him seem like the “dom top daddy” or not. it starts with food and getting fat, and then it grows into a comfort to just ask for what he wants. he wants ian to call him a greedy slut, a spoiled princess, a fat bitch—he wants to be feminized because this boy is giving girl! in his lacy bras and tight garters, crying over getting his ass eaten, having his full tits played with, slutting himself out the second ian looks at him like he wants to throw mickey against the nearest wall-
and, he couldn’t be any happier about it. he is living his true fat femboy life, not free of, but definitely not caged by all the learned toxicity—and he is truly the embodiment of fat and happy (and horny)
Ugh yes I love this femboy/feminization-kink! Mickey is so good to me. Ian gives him tacit permission, keeps encouraging all of his behaviors, drops little hints about how much of a turn on a pretty boy is, until he incepts the idea into Mickey.
At the same time, Mickey is growing, enjoying how accessible food is for them and starts getting obsessed with the way he's filling out. It's going to all the right places. He can't believe how hot he looks with his budding perky tits, his low soft hanging belly, his flaring dippy hips, thick jiggly thighs, and big, quaking, wobbling ass.
It's a delicious feedback loop because the more he grows the less Ian can keep his hands off Mickey, and the more physical he gets. He'll just come up behind Mickey, snake a hand around his belly, rubbing it and giving it a firm jiggle, his other hand snaking up Mickey's crop top to grope one of his pretty tits, tweaking a pink puffy nipple and coaxing a weak, slutty little moan out of Mickey's lips, "You're getting fucking big, babygirl. I like it..." And he punctuates how much he likes it by grinding his fat cock between Mickey's ass cheeks. He snakes a hand down the front of Mickey's obscenely tight little boy shorts, stroking his fat little cock as well as he can in the tight space.
He loves to dress Mickey up in pretty lingerie, different types of lacey little bralettes and pushup bras, cute little panties that dig in between his cheeks to show off just how big it is, the garters, the stockings, corsets 🤤🤤🤤
