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Hey hey! I saw your request are open! So well I have this idea! Like Switch bodies

Eli/wood wants to training to have the same body type of Hec/tor, and he helps him, unfornately Hec/tor starts to gain weight since Eliwood gives him food as a gift for the help on His training and Eli/wood starts to became muscular

Omg the like only fe7 request I got ajdbjjnbsj. I just replayed the game and like I already want to replay it again lol so went a little crazy writing this. I wanted them to not be like that big but whoops my brain betrayed my.

Hopefully you enjoy it cause had a lot of fun writing it!

Warning: This is a fetish story!

"So uhh, why do I have to apologize again?" Hector grins at his husband. The cheerful smile is tinged with embarrassment. Unsure as to what he did would cause his husband to be upset, Hector still listens to Eliwood. He hugs Eliwood from behind. Hector rests some of his weight on Eliwood as he nearly drapes himself over his shorter, more petite husband. Hector presses his face that begins to grow a beard with Hector finally letting it grow out against Eliwood, his neck finding a comfortable perch on Eliwood’s shoulder.

"I don't appreciate being fawned over and reminded of my own weight, no matter how temporary it is," Eliwood’s arms are trapped from Hector’s embrace. Despite all his grumbling and minor complaints, Eliwood’s face mirrors his husband’s rosy, happy expression.

The Continent of Elibe’s peace seems secure after the duo’s personal adventure. And with the two’s sudden, albeit expected to everyone around them, marriage, the more rational, calm Eliwood has especially enjoyed the peace over the years. Taking care of two young children has also eased Eliwood into indulging himself with extra snacks and sweets to help lighten the workload between it all. His appearance changed much like his husband, the married pair’s face more wizened and angular, Eliwood now has his hair parted to the side. Elwood only has the slightest amount of scruff on his chin, still unwilling to grow a beard. But his figure pays the price for his indulgent relaxing years that come about with Hector by his side now. Gone is the slim waist built up by years of sword fighting that came with a faint yet visible set of abs. Eliwood now sports a small tummy. The minor yet not insignificant amount of pudge is still able to be easily hidden behind tunics and vests. But behind closed doors—or during Hector’s more brazen moments—Hector makes it a point to appreciate the minor bit of heft that Eliwood sports. Especially when Hector is almost unchanged despite the time of peace. The already muscular man seems even larger by a decent amount, his chest even border and more defined by the way it presses against shirts alongside larger, more rounded biceps.

“Oh come on!” Hector laughs uproariously. His embrace only tightens as he sees Eliwood’s adorable pout, expression so rare to see on him. “But if you’re serious, then come work out with me. Our territory will be more than fine if we take some extra alone time together,”

Eliwood mulls over the offer. He closes his eyes and rests his head back against the side of Hector’s, his much more fit husband trying his best to not get hair in his mouth. “Fine then. Some minor exercise won’t hurt me. I will have to repay you,” Eliwood eventually responds after hearing Hector about to mutter up some complaint about his slightly longer hair.

“Hah! You have nothing to repay me for. This will be great for me too,”

“I distinctly recall you always preferring my food compared to whatever you had-”

“Oh come on already,” Hector grabs Eliwood by the hand.

“Wait. Where are we going?”

Hector’s pace stays the same. “To train, of course. No better time to start than right now. And I’m not going easy on you. Otherwise, Marcus and Oswin will kill us if they saw us slacking,”

Picking up his own pace, Eliwood walks by his husband’s side. “Fine then. I’ll take this as seriously as you do then,”

And Eliwood does. The workout routine Hector submits him to is far from comparable to the grueling, constant training with Marcus back when he was younger but Hector is nothing but a strict teacher. For every set of pushups, deadlifts, or any sort of rigorous exercises, Hector always demands another from Eliwood. And regardless of what event they have planned for the day, child rearing and managing the massive territory that is Ostia-Pherae making time a luxury, Hector always makes it a point to fit some exercise into their day—such as training after setting up camp when on the road, Hector always making some spectacle wherever he goes without even meaning to like always. Despite any sort of complaints or even curses Eliwood has during Hector’s more strict lessons, he shoves them down and complies. Especially when he sees his fruitful results after some time.

He keeps his remarks to himself. Always humble, the now larger, stronger Marquess first receives a comment on his new appearance when in Sacae.

“I might have to start worrying about seeing two Hector’s next time you visit,” Lyn seated next to Eliwood, she wastes precious few moments of her free time. She sits on the ground as she works on her new project of crafting her very own bow after being taught by Rath, his self learned techniques aided by the further instruction of Kutolah’s elders.

Unable to help himself, his mind wandering back to when the two had first met so many years ago, Eliwood gives her a small shove on the shoulder as soon as she places her knife down to take a swig of water. “I’m happy that you think I’ll look even better in the future,”

“You’ve filled out. You look like you’d be better off swinging an axe instead of a sword,”

Eliwood chuckles at the praise. Not quite used to such words from anyone besides Hector, he holds back his instinct to slightly hunch. Looking down at himself, Lyn’s complement clearly holds true. Getting a first look at his chest, Eliwood’s defined chest juts out far more than it ever did. Not quite on the level as the ragtag group’s larger men such as Dart or Geitz, much less the behemoth that is Hawkeye, Eliwood’s respectable, sizable pecs manage to push against the fabric of his tunic. The two broad pecs are outlined by the slightly taut fabric.His abdomen has plenty of breathing room from the draped fabric. Though the slightest bit of his chiseled abs peak underneath when he lifts his arms high up enough. Eliwood’s biceps are similarly muscular. His arms had already been toned from when he took up training with lances, but the larger arms show off the time and effort Eliwood has put into working out. His thighs paint an even brighter picture, the combined experience from horse riding and Eliwood’s own focus into his thighs, the two powerful legs even strain the fabric of his pants. His thighs are much more built compared to before. His thighs are now wider than when he was at his pudgiest. Even Eliwood’s calves have extra definition to them, both of them pushing out further than before. And his shapely, firm bubble butt that Hector gives plenty of attention to like the rest of his more fit, muscular figure.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, then,” Eliwood responds with a smile. His hands rest freely at his side.

Lyn’s back and joints crack as she stands up and stretches, sitting on the floor clearly tiring after being in such a position for long enough to finish with the rough shape of her bow. “With how you stood up in your seat, you already did,” She glances around the open area. Spotting a small trio with bundles of hair like her and her friends, she smiles at the sight, a myriad of the older tribe members fawning over Lilina and Roy the same as they do Sue.

Eliwood stands up right behind Lyn. He refuses to indulge her teasing, instead smiling and waving to the children who make no motion to join their parents. “Should we go look for our husbands then? Hector isn’t one to pass on dinner,” Eliwood deflects Lyn’s comments.

“I’ve noticed,” Lyn laughs but still readies her sword to check on the men still hunting.

Eliwood follows behind her. “I can say the same about Rath,”

Eliwood’s comment immediately shuts her up, Lyn only able to let out a small snort at the mention. Any rebuttal she might have has to wait for later as Hector and Rath finally return with a heavy haul from their hunt.

The two’s remarks over the other’s husbands rings true as the two chubby men come back.

Rath the smaller of the two, his lithe form is framed by a soft, pudgy layer of flab that encompasses his entire body. A sharp distinct jawline like most Sacaen men is replaced by a more rounded face from his softened cherubic cheeks and the beginning onset of a double chin. His trim waist is no more. The firm abdomen is covered in a small yet generous helping of lard. Rath’s stomach now presses up against his attire. The small amount of belly flab on him is now completely undeniable with his tight clothes. Rath’s flabby biceps are hidden underneath his loose sleeves, but the softened, widened forearms show off his extra weight along with his thicker thighs and slightly rounded out rear.

Eliwood’s appreciation of a more…rounded out form compared to Lyn, is much more apparent on Hector’s doughy body. Hector still sports most of the muscle mass he always had. Though, the heft of his figure is more pronounced by all the flab that swaddles his bulk. Hector’s defined chest has a more rounded, soft appearance to it from all of Eliwood’s food. His chest is even larger now from the coupled fat and muscle on his tits. His new shirt still struggles to deal with his breasts, the plunging neckline nestled in between his hairy tits. His shirt also has to unfortunately contend with Hector's gut. His broad, defined waist with a chiseled six pack and jutting v-line is no more. All of his muscles are completely washed away by a pile of lard. The large blubbery mass of fat that almost resembles a barrel hidden underneath his clothes barely manages to be contained. Hector’s arms are still incredibly thick. The two massive arms still show off every bit of strength left in them despite being swaddled in flab, the two thick biceps looking even stronger now. Hector’s fat biceps ever so slightly press against his soft barrel chest. His meaty thighs are larger than a person’s waist, each flabby thigh now rubbing against each other with each heavy step Hector takes. His thighs even visibly jiggle from his steps, though the motion is reserved for Eliwood, Hector’s thick trousers able to properly cover up the girth of his lower half. Even Hector’s softened ass that only holds a fraction of its form from the extra weight that lovingly accumulates on his backside manages to stay securely clothed by his pants. Though the waistband digs into his waistline; Hector's stomach bulges even more than usual and comes dangerously close to being exposed. Accompanying all of Hector’s added weight is his even more filled out beard; the hair framing his flabby jawline makes his face look even rounder.

Coming from a successful hunt, Hector is the more tired one of the two. Despite the amount of muscles that remain, the musculature is clearly leftover from all his time from working out long ago, the bulky man’s stamina much less than it used to be with how he supervises Eliwood’s workout instead of joining him.

Thankfully, neither men have to carry their haul for much longer, others taking them to clean and prepare.

“Well, I’m glad to see the food smells as good as you described it,” Hector gives Rath a heart pat on the back.

And the stocky man keeps his steady footing. “The tribe prepared a special feast for you two.”The reason being for the two taking care of Lyn is something Rath keeps to himself.

“Thank you. We’ll make-”

“This isn’t Lycia! Stop being so formal,” Lyn pulls at her married friends, the two men willingly obliging her and trying everything she suggests throughout the night.

But eventually, the two’s short time in Sacae eventually comes to a close with their territory needing to be led. And despite the two’s busy schedule and Hector no longer joining in on their training sessions, Eliwood still makes it a point to stick to his routine. Both of them. Working out an enjoyable pastime now to see how much he can push himself, Hector’s enjoyment in indulging himself and slacking off proves to be just as enjoyable for Eliwood as the months turn into years, both men growing even larger.

The two men are currently in the privacy of their bedroom. Hector lying down on the bed, the far fatter man only wears his boxers that appear to be nothing more than a thin strip of fabric with how much it stretches to cover all his plush lard. Hector is an absolute behemoth of a man now. The obese, far past a quarter ton marquess no longer resembles his younger, much more athletic self in any shape. Not that Hector has much shape to him now with all his muscles reduced into swathes of flab from refusing to do the bare minimum of movement. Hector’s enormous tree sized thighs press and rub up against each other; despite how much he attempts to spread them while laying down, even the highest rivulets of flab that line his inner thighs caress its fellow soft rolls of adipose. Hector’s shapeless ass spreads out underneath him. It manages to give the obese marquees a slight boost despite how much he sinks into the mattress that rivals the feathers of Illia’s pegasi in softness. Hector’s large ass rivals people’s waistlines and stomachs from the sheer size of his rear. Resting atop Hector’s splayed out thighs is his massive gut. The large mound of flab spreads out as much as it can like the rest of his prodigious figure. Normally, his gut sags down to just the very middle of his knees which are encased in an extra layer of pudge from his thighs, but right now his gut spreads like a blanket of plush lard to both sides of Hector to completely covers his wide, doughy thighs. Hector’s watermelon sized breasts normally use his gut as a support system to not sag and ache his puffed, stretched out skin. Except they currently try their best to smother Hector as they sag towards his face with only having one pillow to support himself. The ring of fat that is his neck helps as a barrier for the avalanche of breast fat—Eliwood helping him as well by pushing the breasts to the side to rest on top of flour sized arms with copious amounts of soft, wobbling flab that drapes from them. Connected to his enormous biceps are elbows that lack the prior flexibility he once had, the overarching bit of lard from his biceps slightly swallowing his elbows, and his forearms that come close to rivaling the size of people’s thighs. And situated at the very apex of such a fine display of indulgence is Hector’s porcine face; his rounded face takes deep, hefty breaths as he digests the meal just fed to him by his loving husband.

Said husband sits on top of Hector. Eliwood straddles the mound of plush lard that makes up Hector’s gut with two thick, defined thighs. Where Hector blew up into a large obese caricature of his former self, Eliwood is the complete opposite of representing his dedication to growing stronger that would make any axe wielder or armor knight jealous. Eliwood angular hourglass figure shows off his cut, built musculature. His thighs are nearly as wide as his waist; each tremendously powerful leg shown off in all its splendor with Eliwood similarly only wearing ill-fitting boxers, his chair crushing thighs sink into Hector’s flab. His legs bulge out from the top with so much muscle stacked into each limb. Even his calves rival the size of people’s biceps. His knees have extra attention brought to them from the chiseled, bulging muscles of his quads. Resting behind Eliwood is his large rear; the shapely, firm rear that makes up his broad ass stretches his boxers, each globe for a bubble butt perky with a near perfect shape to them as they jut out behind him. Eliwood also top heavy, his two large pecs sit heavily on his chest. The two slabs of jutting meat curve outwards from the amount of heft to them. His enormous pectorals that surpass his head in sheer volume dig into his bulging biceps. Each rippling muscle in his arm teeming with power, the large, broad arms lack their prior flexibility from so much muscle caked onto his frame. Eliwood’s shoulders are much broader to accommodate his extra girth, but his bulging traps still limit his mobility along with his oversized delts. Underneath Eliwood’s heavy breasts are his prominent abdomen. The sculpted set of abs have a shadow cast over them by his pecs, yet they still command attention from the bulging, rippling eight pack Eliwood now sports. Despite the loss of movement from working out so much, Elwiood doesn’t mind too much. And neither does Hector, the married couple’s sentiment the exact same when it comes to Hector’s own situation with his bulging waistline that continues to grow as the days go by.

“Hahh, is that all? There better be moreEEEE-EEEUUUURP!!” Hector belches. His boisterous attitude slowly washes away to be replaced by a renewed hunger that slowly trickles and bubbles inside his gut. He still has to take a bit slow, his breathing increasingly more strained, both from the food sitting heavily in his gut and his heavy husband who sits on it.

Eliwood rubs Hector’s flabby gut. His fingers dig and sink into the pile of blubber as he rubs slow circles to ease the aching beast. “Of course there is dear, both Rebecca and Lowen made more than enough to keep even you hungry,”

“Good,,,” Hector gazes up at Eliwood with lidded eyes. His jowls jiggle as he continues to take deep breaths on his back like a beached whale. He does his best to lean into Eliwood’s embrace as his husband slowly reaches down to kiss him, Eliwood’s broad expansive pecs sinking against the upper crest of Hector’s stomach fat along with his ponderous breasts.

“After all, everyone must already know how starved you are all the time. I fear they might think I’m starving you,” Eliwood shifts his attention over to Hector's breasts. His fingers pinch at the rosy pink tips of Hector’s saucer sized areolas. He fondles his tits, leaning closer to line them with quick pecks.

Despite the bright red blush on his face that accompanies the beads of sweat and bitten lips, Hector still finds a retort. “You sure do make me go hungry sometimes, you know?”

“Like now?” Eliwood reaches for Hector’s hands. His own hands intertwining with Hector's slightly sunken hands, he slowly lifts the meaty, flabby arms up.

“Of course,” Hector’s face is squished by his arm fat. Used to the rest of his corpulence being surrounded by his lard, the sensation of his head being nearly encapsulated by a sea of his own lard, no matter how temporary—for now Hector thinks, still brings a shiver to his spine. Especially when he knows Eliwood only does it to tease him, to remind him of what’s to come when he grows even fatter, the larger size only a question of when and not if between the two’s clear enjoyment.

Eliwood lets go of Hector’s arms. Reaching to the side, he grabs at the nearest serving platter placed alongside many others.

“A big guy like me shouldn’t be kept waiting,” Hector grins up at Eliwood. The two locking eyes with one another, they can’t help but devolve into a mess of nonsensical laughter, neither able to imagine such a scenario between them back when they were nothing more than children so many years ago. And yet, both men enjoy their changes, neither find the situation absurd or strange.

“Of course, love. How awful a husband I must be to let you go famished for so long,” Eliwood brings the platter of fried shrimp to Hector’s mouth. “I love you, Hector,” He softly says despite his own feeding being far from gentle.

Hector’s response comes out muffled. “Luhv yuuu,” He moans out in between shoved forkfuls of the buttery, greasy food as the two men continue to enjoy another night of many with each other.

#chubwriter enjoys #not my writing #but like chubwriter screams #i love this whole idea with a muscular character becoming fat while a chubby character becomes muscular #and this is giving me such strong thoughts #i love it all

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