#brands and whatnot changed for privacy lol

[givemebishies]

I work for a bread company and I kind of love how they’ve started to handle paying me. They give me my pay in an envelope, (if I’m lucky, usually it’s actually just in a folded piece of paper that they stapled shut) and they’ve started labeling them as “MyName BreadCompany” and I just get such a kick out of it. It’s like in Death Stranding where my full name is my first name, my job, and the company I work for, so for example, I would be

“Cif Merchandiser Sunbeam” lolol

[smileyjaeminies]

It’s For My Art

Synopsis: An idea pops into Kevin’s mind, so demanding he can’t seem to shake it off. What happens when the words fly past his lips?

Word Count: 3,2 k

Genre: fluff, university au!, artist Kevin x swimmer/special needs teacher reader

Warnings: none

Member: Kevin

A/N: This work was so hard to get right… I really hope I did it justice in the end. I’ve experimented with a new pov in this, I hope you like the change! Enjoy~

  Kevin was content with looking at you from afar. He leaned against the wall as Chanhee blabbered on to him and Jacob about one thing or the other. The loud music rang in his ears, in combination with the liquor in his cup. The smell of cigarettes and sweat filled the air and Kevin did his best to brush it off.

  He stole glances at you, trying to be sneaky and not stare too hard. You were sitting on the couch with some of your friends, giggling back and forth. Kevin hated the fact that you turned to your friend so much, showing him the view of your strong shoulders and back.

  The spaghetti sleeves of your dress did little to conceal your back, topped off with your hair tied in a high ponytail… It was enough to drive him wild. He nodded then and again, pretending to listen to his friend’s conversation as his thoughts became hazy.

  Kevin was an art major. Since he was little, his hands were filled with colour as he dug his little hands in whatever paint supplies he could find. Slowly but surely he cultivated his talent, which managed to grant him a position at one of the most prestigious universities in the country.

  As an artist, it was easy for him to find beauty in everything. The most mundane things sparked his interest and his inspiration derived from almost anything, to some spilled coffee on his kitchen counter, to the myriad of colours in a sunset.

  He recalled now seeing you for the first time only a week ago, in the grass outside the main building on your campus. Contrary to popular belief, almost no one sat on the grass at your campus, and yet there you were, lying on your stomach, feet up in the air, your nose buried inside a book and earplugs hanging from your ears.

  You were just perfect. Kevin had been looking for someone just like you, broad shoulders and back for the longest time for one of his long-term projects. He had tried some of his friends, but until then, it had taken too much convincing and too feeble a result for him to be satisfied.

 The past week, he couldn’t take you off his mind. The anonymous girl from uni, whose broad shoulders made his inspiration run wild. And now that you were standing only a few feet away from him, his mind was hazy with thoughts of you.

  “I’m getting another drink” he announced to his friends, earning an eager nod from Jacob.

  As he made his way to the kitchen, he scoured the rows of different bottles for something he recognized. His eyes landed upon a brand of tequila he knew he liked, so he reached for it. At that moment, another hand made its way on top of the bottle, holding a tight grip on the neck.

  Kevin’s eyes made yours across the kitchen island, making him gasp. You giggled at his unexpected reaction, cocking your head to one side in confusion.

  “Want one?” you asked him.

  “Yes” he simply answered, nodding his head for good measure.

  “Strong or easy? Can you handle your alcohol, sweetie?” you asked him again.

  “Sure” he answered as you poured both your drinks.

  “Ask her, you idiot” his brain was screaming at him. Yet he remained silent, accepting the cup you offered him while muttering a small thank you.

  “No problem, sweetie. Have fun!” you encouraged him, before turning right on your heels and walking out.

  “Fucking hell” he muttered to himself as he assumed his place with Jacob and Chanhee.

  Only this time, your eyes were on him. The encouraging smile on your lips made him shuffle in his spot, trying to weasel himself back in his friends’ conversation and ignore your stare.

  Some rounds of shots later, Kevin could definitely feel the effect of the alcohol running in his veins.

  “I’m just going to ask. She can always say no. It’s no big deal. I’ll just re-take the damn class” he was telling his friends.

  “Do you really think this is the time and place to ask her? She could say no just because she gets the wrong idea. Why don’t you-” Chanhee was trying to reason with him, when Kevin caught you making your way to the kitchen.

  “I’m doing it now. Wish me luck” he said over his shoulder, already walking towards the kitchen.

  A few shoves and a shower of sorry’s later, he was standing near you once again. After a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to lightly poke you and introduce himself. You turned around, your eyes shining in recognition once they fell on him.

  “Hi, sweetie” you told him.

  “Hi, I’m Kevin” he announced.

  You giggled, nodding your head.

  “Do you want me to fix you another drink, Kevin?” You asked.

  “No, thank you” he replied.

  “Well then, I’ll be going” you said, moving past him.

  Kevin acted quickly, afraid that he was going to lose you.

  “Can I paint your back?” the words flew past his lips before he knew it.

  You turned around, a curious look on your face when you regarded him. At least it wasn’t horrified or disgusted.

  “What?” you asked, your voice getting a little bit high pitched.

  “It’s not a weird thing I promise! I- I’m an art major and we’re doing this project were we have to paint something on anything but a canvas and I was trying out painting on people’s backs and I think yours would work perfect with my theme so I thought, hey, she’ll either think I’m a fucking weirdo or she’ll like the idea and help me with a fun project” Kevin rambled, the words flowing out of him in a hurry to make you understand.

  You stayed quiet, looking at him and he only hoped you were considering his proposal.

  “A project. And you want to paint… On my back?” you ask, your head falling on one side.

  “Yes.” Kevin was quick to answer you.

  You took a few more moments to think, before you started shaking your head. Kevin’s face fell as he felt the rejection approaching. His mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to get to you.

  “Look, Kevin, was it? I’m too drunk for this right now. Let me… Think about it after my hangover.” You proposed.

  “Yes! Yes, take all the time you need, of course” Kevin was quick to comply.

  You reached inside the pocket of your jeans, retrieving your cell phone and handing it to him.

  “Put your phone in there. Imma text you” you said and Kevin did as he was told.

  “‘Weird back guy’? Wow, you hardly give yourself enough credit” you joked.

  “Well, I thought that Kevin would be a little too vague. Maybe ‘Weird back guy’ is going to ring a bell” he said with a light laugh.

  You laughed along with him as you both walked back out to the living room.

  “You’re decent… For a weird back guy I met at a party.” You said.

  “I’ll take it as a compliment. Just text me whenever, okay?” he asked.

  “Sure thing, sweetie” you said, rejoining your friends.

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  Days flowed by as classes and life managed to distract Kevin from longingly looking at his phone. He was sat on his desk, an array of materials and pieces of paper surrounding him, classical music flowing through his speaker to keep him focused as his hands worked ceaselessly.

  Projects were piling up and he had to get his portfolio ready for the professors to look through. In a streak of creativity, he was pouring out piece after piece, not bothering to inspect them for mistakes, only rushing to work on the next one.

  The dinging of his phone pulled him out of his trance. He completed some finishing touches to his drawing, before cleaning his hands and reaching for his phone.

Unknown

Hey Kevin! It’s Y/N, you know, from the party?

  Kevin’s heart danced in his chest as he read the message. Finally, you had texted him! Pushing his thoughts on the back of his mind, he texted you back.

Kevin’s phone

Of course I remember you! I’m so glad you reached out, and finally I know your name haha

Y/N

Omg that’s so embarrassing I never introduced myself-

Sorry about that, I guess I was too out of it lol

Kevin’s phone

Don’t sweat it, I’m just glad you reached out at all

Y/N

So about that… I did some thinking and then I grew tired of doing it so now I’m saying fuck it

I’m in

  Kevin almost screamed in delight reading the last text. A smile spread on his face as his thoughts were swarmed with things he could draw. Inspiration flowed like a river, drowning his thoughts and making his head ache. He felt jittery, his leg bouncing up and down with excitement.

  Realizing he still hadn’t answered your text, his fingers worked fast on the keyboard.

Kevin’s phone

That’s amazing to hear! I’m so glad you’ll help, I was so ready to just drop everything and hide

Y/N

I’m glad I’m doing this too! It’s going to be fun, right?

Kevin’s phone

Most definitely! I’ll try not to bore you out of your mind lol

When are you free? We can do this in my place since I have all my supplies and whatnot

Y/N

Sure thing! Um, I’m free all afternoon Thursday, is that okay?

  After figuring out a few technical things, like the exact time and giving you directions to his dorm room, Kevin threw his phone on his bed. Giddy with excitement he bounced on his chair as he went through his supplies, making sure he had all the colours he needed.

  This is really happening, huh, he thought to himself as the smile on his lips didn’t seem to falter.

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  Thursday afternoon came along sooner than Kevin would have liked. He did everything in his power to clean his dorm room, efficiently kicking Jacob out to give you both some privacy.

  Right on time, a knock on his door alerted Kevin of your arrival. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he opened the door for you. You smiled at him and greeted him politely. Kevin was torn between hugging you and merely sharking your hand, when you stepped forward, wrapping your hands around his torso and letting yourself in.

  You leisurely sat down on his bed as if you owned the place, striking up a pleasant conversation with him. After talking to you for a while, he decided to finally take the initiative.

  “If you don’t mind, I think we should get started soon or I’ll lose all the natural light” he told you.

  Your eyes widened for a mere second, so fast he almost missed it. You quickly composed yourself, not saying anything, only nodding at his request.

  “I’m going to go to the bathroom, leave you some time to change. Call for me when you’re ready, okay?” he asked.

  “Okay” you said, but from the tone of your voice he could tell you’re your demeanor was slowly changing.

  “Hey, Y/N, at any point you want me to stop, just say the word. It’s okay, I promise. There’s no point in doing this if you don’t want to.” He tried to reassure you.

  A small smile made its way to your lips as you whispered a thank you. Kevin only nodded, getting in the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He closed his eyes, resting his head on the door as a million pictures rushed behind his eyelids.

  A certain picture kept resurfacing, a cloudy night sky, with some stars still shining through. He knew that was what he was going to be painting today. He only prayed that it would be good enough for his professor.

  “I’m ready now” your voice called from the other room.

  Kevin made straight for his painting supplies, his hands itching to prepare the colours he needed. From the corner of his eye, he saw you lying down on his bed, your top laying neatly folded a few inches away from your head.

  “Do you need another pillow? Are you comfortable enough?” he asked.

  “I think I’m okay. I just don’t know what to do with my hands” you said with a laugh.

  “Don’t worry about it, just try not to fold them if that’s okay” he requested.

  A nod came from you as Kevin finished preparing his colours. The atmosphere was tense as he took a stool to sit next to you, hovering over your body.

  “So… Music?” he asked

  “What about it?” you asked him in return.

  “Do you want to play some? I think I’d bore you too much with the classical music I use when I paint” he said.

  “Okay… Well, there’s been one album I’ve been dying to listen to” you said and Kevin hummed.

  He showed you how to connect your phone to the speaker and was very surprised when you played one of his favourite band’s new album.

  “That’s literally one of my favourite bands” he confessed.

  “Really? That’s so awesome! I only discovered them a few years ago… They’re too good” you said.

  “They really are” Kevin admitted.

  He timidly placed his brush on your body, making you shiver. He chuckled at your reaction, while you let out an awkward laugh.

  “Probably should’ve said something. Sorry” he apologized.

  “It’s okay” you mumbled.

  “So, how did you get to know them again?” he asked you.

  The conversation flowed easily from there on as you seemed to relax more and more under his fingers. He worked while you two talked, allowing his mind to roam free as his hands moved almost without him noticing.

  Sometime later, the album had finished playing and a calm silence had overtaken the room. Kevin’s eyebrows were scrunched together as he placed the finishing touches on his work. Taking a step back he admired his work, until his eyes fell on your face.

  You had fallen asleep somewhere in between, your mouth now hanging open as you breathed evenly. Kevin smiled lightly, as he shook his head. He really had bored you to sleep.

  Taking his camera, he stood on top of your body to take some pictures of the painting on your back. However, his attention was brought to your soft features, your arm hanging down from the bed, palm outstretched, the shapes your hair outlined as they danced over the pillow, the lines of your nose and mouth.

  The clicking of his camera came and went and he could already imagine the way he could edit those later. He tried not to show your features too much, careful not to give away your identity, although he could tell he could hardly show these pictures to anyone but you.

  Putting his camera back in its case, a sigh escaped his lips. He looked back in all he had learned about you today. You were studying to be a special needs teacher, hoping to help children through your work. You had scored a scholarship through swimming, explaining your broad shoulders and strong back. You lived out of campus in a small apartment with your best friend. Your friends were real fun to be around and you loved hanging out with them, but sometimes you found that they were moving too fast for you.

  You liked a lot of the same bands and pretty much listened to the same music. You hanged out at your apartment most of the time, savoring the peace and quiet and opting out from clubs, finding that house parties, quite like the one you met at, were more your style. You favored books over movies and absolutely despised modern art. You also hated poetry, one of your professors and mint chocolate ice cream.

  He realized then, he had gotten so much information just from talking to you on and off as he worked. He couldn’t even imagine how sitting down to actually talk to you would be.

  At that moment, Kevin realized he really wanted to see you again, to get to know you better and he would make sure that would happen.

  He sat in the corner of his bed, placing a hand on your shoulder and shaking you gently. He called your name, but you didn’t seem to stir. Without thinking much of it, he run his hand through your hair in a soothing manner and tried calling your name again.

  This time, you did stir, your eyes opening with effort. A small groan escaped you as Kevin continued running his fingers through your hair. He smiled down at you, not even bothering to hide it.

  “Sorry to wake you, I just thought you might have to leave or something” he told you.

  You stirred, turning to lay on your back and Kevin immediately looked away from your topless form. From the corner of his eye he saw you rubbing your eyes sleepily, humming as an answer to his words.

  “I don’t have anything to do actually, I cleared my afternoon just for you” you said with a laugh.

  “Oh, I’m honored” he told you, eyes still stuck on the opposite wall.

  “Kevin” you called him, sitting up.

  “Yeah?” he asked.

  Your hand was on his chin, your touch so light it felt like he almost dreamt it.

  “I want you to look at me” you whispered, turning his head for your eyes to lock.

  His eyes landed on yours and he was shocked to find you looking at him with hooded eyes. His gaze fell to your lips and felt himself take in a sharp breath.

  “I am looking at you” he said, his eyes finding yours again.

  Like magnets, you moved at the same time, finding each other somewhere in between the distance that was separating you. Your lips found each other in an experimental and passionate kiss, as Kevin’s hands buried themselves in your hair.

  Leaving your lips, he peppered kisses all across your face, before moving to your jaw and neck. Not yet satisfied, his lips found yours again, as the kiss only deepened.

  Breaking away, you moved backwards a bit, tracing his cheek with your hand. He tried reading your eyes and he could clearly see that you were thinking about something, although he wasn’t sure what.

  “What is it?” he asked you in a whisper.

  “Nothing. I’m just glad I came” you told him with a smile, placing a small peck on his nose.

  Without giving him a chance to say anything in return, you get up from his bed, getting your things and disappearing in his bathroom. Kevin hears the shower being turned on, which snaps him back into reality.

  As he finishes packing up his supplies and the spare sheet he had used for you to lay on, now filled with colour, you emerge from the bathroom.

  “Hey” you greet him with a smile.

  “Hey” he says as he smiles back at you.

  “So I’m craving some Chinese food. Care to join?” you ask him.

  The smile on Kevin’s face only grows as he gets on his feet, walking up to you. He holds your hand in his before saying,

  “What are we waiting for?”

[pangtasias-atelier]

A Little Bit of Selfishness

Edit: Added a couple more lines and changed the title. Formerly titled: Siegfried (Santa)

This was also in the works for about 8 days. I wanted to get it out before 2020 as like a final story for the year, but decided against it since I just had no motivation.

However, as a result of this getting pushed back , the theming doesn't really apply anymore.

So this instead became a story that I really wanted to be proud of to start the new year! And it shows with it being 4.2k words and being proofread (only once but still lol)

Only real gripe is feeling like I didn't have enough WG description? Though at this point I've just been failing in that area no matter how hard I try I feel.

Really wanted to emulate the silliness yet seriousness of Fate and I don't think it was a terrible result; hopefully it doesn't feels too FGO specific, which I know a lot of my followers don't know anything about. But eh, Siegfried deserves the love, so I'm glad I got this fic out.

Anyways, rambling over, happy new year and thanks for sticking with me for so long! And for new followers, thanks for joining!

P.S. I really hate this title lol

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"Master…." Struggling with his hat, the fabric dangles uncomfortably on his horns before he gives up. Sighing, Siegfried glances down at his new attire offered to him by Gudao. His hat falls down to the floor. A large warm red coat and matching red pants, they both are finished with white fabric; his coat also has white running down the middle. A black belt contrasting the bright outfit, it matches with his black boots. The outfit specifically tailored to him, the back is cut out for his tail and wings along with his curse. His muscular fit figure is for once hidden by the loose clothing; his defined pecs and abs are also no longer on display with his closed coat.

"I am not fit for the title of Santa," Siegfried picks up his santa hat off of the floor, fussing with it once more. Placing it back on his head, he yanks it down; it tears against his horns. The hat sits safely on his head with it skewered. 

Now fussing with his outfit, Siegfried picking at it, he makes a face as he struggles with that too, rearranging it to no avail. 

"Perhaps you should ask another servant to be this year's Santa," Eyes widening, Siegfried blushes and averts his gaze as Gudao grabs his hands.

"You're perfect as Santa!" Gudao proclaims, smiling down at Siegfried. "And this year…" Spinning, Gudao jumps and spreads his feet, arms on his hips. "I'll be your reindeer!" He shouts with a grin on his face, fanfare emanating from some unknown location announces his role. His costume the bare minimum, it's comprised solely of an antler headband. His outfit is instead the opposite of holiday cheer unlike Siegfried, Gudao wearing the magus uniform. 

"The other Santas will be upset, won't they?" Siegfried asks, a slight frown adorning his face as he continues his fussing, his costume wrinkling.

Gudao waves his hand dismissively, snorting. "Nah, it'll all be fine I'm sure!" Siegfried doesn't have the heart to turn his master around, Altria Alter, Jeanne Alter Lily, Attilla, Quetzalcoatl, and Nightingale all standing outside Gudao’s open door. Their hands gripping the doorway, Siegfried purposely avoids eye contact with them,

"Will I be delivering presents?" Siegfried stiffens as all five Santas glare at him.

"You don't have to. You already did basically that all your life. You're Santa just for fun," Gudao's answer appeasing to the murderous Santas, they silently slink away, their master none the wiser. "This is a time for you to relax,"

"Thank you, master," Siegfried smiles up at him. "But why must I wear this outfit?" 

"Cause you'd make a great santa, I just know it. Siegfried the Santa, or Santafried. Or even Sanfried for short!" Gudao exclaims, stars in his eyes. Siegfried hears fanfare and lighting coming from behind himself, the music pathetically quiet  before it sadly dies out. "You're nearly perfect for Santa!"

Siegfried catches the pivotal conditional word in the sentence. "Nearly?"

"And that's my cue, your reliable exposition giver and plot coupon! Ta-dah," Merlin popping up in a puff of white smoke, Gudao coughs as it fills up the room, fanning the air in front of his face with his hand.

"Did you like my big entrance, master?" Merlin smirking, his Cheshire grin grows further as Gudao glares at him. "Anyways, while master may believe you contain the important components that comprise Santa, you are missing one key component," Pausing, Merlin laughs at Siegfried's confused expression. Siegfried glances back between Merlin and Gudao "For you see, what is Santa if not round?" Crickets suddenly chirping, neither of them respond to his question. 

"Santa is fat. Dense people like you aren't great for feeding off of," Glumly clutching his staff to himself, Merlin brushes it off. "That's why master here offered to let me feed off of him! And it was either you or me and well, survival of the fittest and whatnot," Merlin casts a spell at Siegfried. Siegfried feels the effects instantly.

Balance offkey, the spell taking a hold on him, Siegfried questions Merlin. “All the other santas are as skinny as their regular forms. And their outfits don’t even look like-”

Merlins tsks, shaking his head. He pulls out a graph from nowhere. “This is the demographic, as you can see,” Merlin points with his staff. “The current demographic is mostly straight men and considering how they are-”

“No need for the social commentary here!” Gudao shoves Merlin, tearing the graph apart. “Especially not from you, sexual harasser,”

"Well, time for my grand exit for an amazing grand-," His obnoxious comment interrupted by his own screaming, Merlin falls to the floor as Fou comes barreling through the door and kicks him down. Clawing at the floor, Merlin shouts for his master as Fou drags him away. 

"Fou fou!" Fou growls, Merlin's coat in between his teeth. 

Gudao closing his door, him and Siegfried are now the only ones in his room, both in the privacy of it. 

Siegfried's stomach gurgles. Uncomfortably warm despite his cold reptilian self, he continues clutching his stomach. Huffing, he reaches to his face, his hand coming back sweaty. Disoriented, his bleary eyes barely make out Gudao standing in front of him. A guiding hand offered, Siegfried hesitates. Taking a step by himself, he stumbles over his own tail. Gudao catches him by the arms. Accepting his master's help, Siegfried clutches onto him.

"Sorry, master," Huffing, Siegfried trudges his way to Gudao’s bed.

"Umm, this was all my plan? You shouldn't feel sorry about this," Gudao averts his gaze.

"I forgot," Siegfried blandly replies. He sighs as Gudao helps him sit on the bed. "I blamed it on Merlin; everyone seems to find him a nuisance," His forehead incredibly warm, the sensation feels foreign.

"Yeah," Gudao agrees. "But he's great in combat, so-"

"Unlike myself," Siegfried holds back a grunt as the extreme warmth in his body spreads. He clutches his stomach, the soft fabric warping under his grip.

"You're always on the team though!" Gudao shouts as he grabs Siegfried's shoulder. "Sure you're on the back row, but not just any servant can claim to be in every battle. And yeah, you may struggle out there, but it's okay," Gudao pauses before grabbing Siegfried's hand instead, clutching it.

Siegfried shakes his head. He glances at Gudao, seeing two of him. "It's not okay, I-"

"You can be even better than just another fighter on the battlefield. This is actually a promotion! You get to be my personal pillow!" Prideful, Gudao smirks down at him, brimming with joy. "A job only you can fulfill!" Reaching for Siegfried's head, he fumbles with the hat before removing it. He gives Siegfried's head a pat.

Merlin's spell seems to react to the statement, the beginning stage complete. Siegfried furls and unfurls his wings, desperate to release some energy with the magic building up inside of him. 

Outfit once roomy, the extra fabric slowly becomes necessary as Siegfried begins to bloat. Unable to do much at all if even anything, Siegfried remains seated. Soft plush clothes a strange sensation on his body, the feeling grows stranger as Siegfried feels his body push and pull in all directions.

Stomach bubbling, he feels his once flat abs accumulate a bit of pudge. The sensation foreign, he pushes down on it as his stomach continues its growth. The mass expanding, it knocks at the edge of his coat, his outfit tight on him now. Pants end up filled with Siegfried's thighs, the pudgy cellulite spreading across the bed as his ass straigns the back. Brand new moobs, Siegfried grabs them, holding back a moan from the tender new flesh. Gudao’s hands on his body, Siegfried turns towards him, his face flushed.

Mind barely able to form words, it races as it tries to figure out what to say, a different feeling of warmth bathing his heart from the touch. Shutting his eyes tight, Siegfried keeps quiet as he feels the growth continuing, Gudao leaving two satisfied pats on his belly. 

Lightly tanned skin pokes out as it pushes his coat. Clutching his once loose belt, Siegfried is unable to get it off as his body continues to expand and throw him off. The belt tightens its hold on Siegfried, his billowing fat warping around it. Hands on his stomach again, Siegfried opens his eyes. At his current size, he can barely see Gudao over the load of lard making up his stomach. Only the top of Gudao’s head is visible. His master undoing the belt, Siegfried's gut lurches forward with the dam now broken. The mass nearly hits Gudao in the face, narrowly missing him. Gudao ignores it, instead hugging Siegfried's stomach, rubbing the sides of it as Siegfried's growing stomach pushes him away. His coat unbearably tight, the ripped opening isn't the only damage it suffers. The small sleeves constrict his girthy wings for arms; the fabric tears at his armpits, little holes soon plugged up with the swelling of his fat. Siegfried's growing rolls push his arms further up and up at an angle.

Stomach growing, it makes the perfect shelf for Siegfried's moobs. A once defined broad chest residing there, it was kicked out by the new inhabitants, two large swollen saggy moobs replacing it. His coat not strong enough to contain such girth, Siegfried pulls at the edges in vain. His large chest exposed, his light blue markings are warped and stretched as it travels from his stomach to his neck. 

His neck now blubbery, the ring of fat constricts his movement as his stomach constricts his vision of his legs. His tree trunk legs slightly get covered by Siegfried's roll riddled expanse of a stomach. The uncovered portion squeezes out from underneath his gut, fat sagging and squishing against each other. His ass sits behind him, the mounds rising like fresh dough as his pants continue to keep them contained despite a tear running straight down the middle. The elastic band of his pants have their own limit, the material constricting and squeezing his fat. No belt or button to aid in its chokehold on his waist, Siegfried merely holds back his groans from the discomfort.

Huffing, Siegfried lets out strained breaths as the weight of his own body rests on him. Small gasps escape his lips as his master pokes and prods his body, lingering touches left all over his body. He blushes from said contact.

"Merlin outdid himself…," Gudao mumbles, his face agape with a blush on his cheeks. He grabs Siegfried's fat addled cheeks, pushing and pulling them, fascinated as Siegfried reacts, Siegfried blushing himself, his eyes are half closed. Gudao’s hands on his arms, Siegfried goes to stand up. Instead he ends up with a hand against his chest. Confused, Siegfried understands once his master helps him move back, his back against the wall. 

Siegfried's stomach growls. Gudao stands in response, smiling. 

"I'll go-" His eyes widen. Rubbing his eyes for good measure, his eyes remain wide as Siegfried groans and clutches whatever part of his body his arms can reach at this point. "M-more?" 

Siegfried can't help but share his master's sentiment, Merlin's spell ridiculous in its effect. A pile of fat surely can't be what anyone would wish for. His breasts growing and taking up his vision even further, Siegfried sighs as he catches a glimpse of his master. Gudao’s shock and concern is gone; he instead clasps his hands, swinging on the balls of his feet.

Siegfried's already large heavy body grows in its immensity. Each limb and part of himself feeling so heavy and obstructed. Shifting in his spot, standing up a dangerous prospect, the bedsprings creak under him as his thighs spread like batter. 

His master's bed only meant for a single person, Siegfried's body begins to overtake the mattress, his body wider than it with his fat sagging off. 

Feeling so puffed and stretched out, Siegfried shakes his head as he feels the spell leaving him. Disorientation gone with it as well, he takes in the gargantuan immensity of his form.

Unable to see them but clearly able to feel the way they sag and pull down with gravity's help, Siegfried can sense the size of his jowls. Each one rotund. His neck now containing rolls lining the entirety of it, they squish into one another as Siegfried attempts to look down.

Only getting a view of his breasts and stomach, Siegfried grimaces. The once defined blue markings on his chest appear distorted, warped from his fat. Clothes meant to properly fit in the spirits of the holiday instead were torn, each piece just resting on Siegfried's new corpulent body with his outfit in complete tatters. Well defined chest and abs now seem to have never been a feature on Siegfried, or even appearing in the same room as him. Moobs wider than watermelons, the massive knockers dig into his recliner sized stomach, his stomach even rivaling a loveseat. His stomach's crevices and rolls rise and fall with each breath Siegfried takes, his stomach folds shifting and slapping each other. His stomach covering everything in its wake, his lower half unable to be seen but clearly able to be felt, he can only sense their width by the way they also fall off the edge of the bed and how the rolls of his stomach shift and fold around his immense thighs. Shelf of an ass behind him, Siegfried can feel the way they compress against the headboard, fat rearranging itself to occupy the large space it needs. His back rolls do the same, Siegfried at least grateful for the cool touch to contrast the utter warmth that fills his body.

"I have some clothes for you!" Gudao unfolds the fabric, the sheer length and width of it making him spread his arms to their widest span. Siegfried's mouth open, Gudao answers his oncoming question. "Da Vinci made these! She said they were super high-tech since they can't tear, not even your curse will tear it," He parades around the shirt, holding it higher and peeking his head out from the side. "It was only 30 saint quartz, too! It was a steal," Gudao’s smile brightens, eyes closed from the sheer joy.

Siegfried keeps his comment of Da Vinci stealing from his master to himself. Especially considering how much his master values the precious saint quartz, a single missing saint quartz the start of a crazy search led by his master. A Witch Hunt had been Siegfried's first name for it before his master asked him to never utter such words once he returned from Salem, but the meaning was the same. 

Still, his master effectively proudly claiming 30 saint quartz was nothing for him is a bit heartwarming despite making Merlin curse him. Several grails offered to Siegfried and numerous other items, perhaps he had been blind to his master's favoritism towards him, Siegfried finds himself feeling. 

"Merlin can always change you back," As if hearing his name, the scumbag known as Merlin walks through Gudao’s door. His cape torn and ripped from Fou's vicious attack, his body is littered with scratch marks. 

"Cath Palug was no match for me," Merlin proudly exclaims with a smirk. Sniffing, he perks up. "Looks like it worked! Now that I don't have to carry Siegfried on the battlefield with Hero Creation EX, my job is easier and now I get some wonderful emotions from you two," Merlin licks his lips while he rubs his hands. "Guess this is going to turn into a poly-" Merlin lets out a small oof as he bumps into Gudao’s outstretched hand. "Ah come on, I'm sure this is exactly what you wanted to happen," Merlin lets out an exaggerated pout, his body hunched over. "I'm always out on the frontline, you know how exhausting that is on me? I may be a mighty Grand Caster, but I can only do so much when I have deadweight who can barely do damage. Siegfried doesn't even have any team skills, so he's useless outside of lancer nodes!" 

"Merlin...," Gudao clenches his fists, back stiff as he stares at Merlin. Merlin turns his back, hiding his smirk.

"And he's bond 10, you don't even need to use him anymore," Merlin fakes a heavy sigh. "Well, he's no Fionn that's for sure. Poor generation stats, weird deck combination, I mean, 2 quick, 2 arts, and 1 buster? I can only do so much. At least dragons are kind of common," Merlin taps his chin thoughtfully, humming as he thinks. 

Sensing the room again, Merlin feels the boiling emotional presence from his master's and Siegfried's anger cooling down, the lightly stinging sensation of annoyance budding instead. Smirking, Merlin pats his stomach. 

"Well, I've had a decent meal from that rush. It’ll take a boatload of food for Siegfried to get a decent meal. That’s more effort than me making him decent, I’m no miracle worker after all,” Merlin the miracle worker skips away as he hums; Merlin ends up stopped by Gudao holding his arm. Gudao glaring at him, Merlin beams, more emotions for the road a treat. "So you do want me to join. I'd be-" Gudao dragging him out of the room, his words when he opens the door makes him freeze.

"Fou! I found Merlin!" The sound of scampering paws fills Chaldea's Halls.

"Well, I guess that's my cue!" Saluting, Merlin breaks into a dead sprint.

“Fou Kyu!” Fou right behind Merlin, he chases after him.

Gudao sighs as he closes his door, wiping his hands. "Merlin's taken care of. But he can't change you back right now. Once the New Year comes around, I'll make him do it!" Bustling around Siegfried, he grabs the cloche on his nightstand, Siegfried not noticing it. 

"It's small but hopefully it'll keep you satisfied for now," Gudao smiles as he unveils the food. "I know servants don't technically have to eat, but I did some research on Germanic food from around the time of your legend so I made krapfen but today's version of it," Bringing the plate to Siegfried's face, he places it on his moobs. The dish only comprised up of three fried pastries, Siegfried doesn't have the heart to tell him that he doesn't recognize them. But his confusion gives him away.

"Ah, I figured that it'd be unusual considering the origins of Nibelungenlied contains some historical basis way before the medieval times but I based my research on that time period…," Gudao speaks to himself, not giving Siegfried a chance to speak up. "But I hope you like it?" 

The treat shoved into his mouth, Siegfried chews at it, the powdered sugar dusting his lips. The fried confectionery sweet, the tart jam in the center balances it out, the food surprisingly delicious. 

"It's delicious, master," Eyes widening, Siegfried winces as he realizes he spoke with some food still in his mouth, chunks of the jam getting caught in his sharp teeth. 

"I'm glad!" Gudao getting closer, Siegfried's malleable fat bends from the contact. Allowed to nibble at the second one, the contrast of sweet and tart lasts longer on his tongue, the scrumptious food rather addicting. "Last one," Gudao plucking it off the plate, Siegfried’s open maw ends up crammed with the last one, all of it entering his mouth at once. 

Cheeks full, he can barely close his mouth to chew, the effort far more than expected. Crumbs falling down to his moobs, the crevices catch them, a light sprinkle adorning them. Throat dry, swallowing each morsel is harder than the last, Siegfried feeling each piece slowly descending down. 

Once he finishes the last bit, he lets out a sigh, one not too far off from contentment. 

The praise and affection apparently not enough, Gudao pats Siegfried's hair, placing the plate back on the nightstand. 

"That's just the appetizer! Let's get you prim and proper to go to the dining hall!" Gudao standing up, Siegfried's eyes widen. 

"Master, wouldn't you rather enjoy spending this evening together?" Keeping his eyes on his master, Siegfried mentally commands his face to not blush, unable to deal with other servants reacting to his size. If Astolfo saw him like this… He refuses to consider their actions in such a scenario.

"Fine," Gudao crosses his arms over his chest. "Merlin can change you back tomorrow," He huffs. "So I'll make sure to enjoy today, Emiya should be on cooking duty. Wait here," Gudao excitable as ever, he rushes out of the room.

Siegfried now alone, he straigns to lift his hand on the headboard. His arms difficult to bend with fat built up around his joints, moving them is a chore.  Getting leverage, he slowly twists his body, bed creaking. Standing up, his body feels so different with nothing to support his astonishing weight. 

Gut sagging down, his arms are unable to fully hold it all. Lifting it up, the weight of it is more than his sword, Balmung deceptively heavy. Letting it go, the pull of it nearly topples him, Siegfried flapping his wings to not fall over. His expansive gut jiggles. Sighing, he waddles to his master's desk, his new change of clothing left there. Thighs chafing, each heavy step causes his rolls to jiggle. His undefined ass wobbles back and forth, the massive rectangular masses jutting and sagging far out. His tail drags on the floor, the appendage having grown in width as well. A wide berth needed, Siegfried bumps into the desk, his stomach bouncing back and jiggling. Grabbing the pair of clothes, they seem to activate, the clothes floating and wrapping itself around him. 

Taking the form of a simple t-shirt and shorts, they cling to his fatty form. Perfectly sized, they simultaneously show nothing yet cover nothing, the fabric caught in each roll of his. The shorts outline his new fat pad, the bulging mass feeling strange. 

Glancing at the chair, Siegfried reconsiders sitting down, his ass wider than the chair. 

The door opening, Siegfried turns around, thighs widely waddling to pull off such a maneuver.

"Emiya kicked me out," Gudao pouting, he pads his way to Siegfried. Letting himself fall onto Siegfried, his head uses Siegfried's moobs as a cushion as he hugs Siegfried's stomach. "Said I'd use up all of Chaldea's rations with my ideas," His voice is muffled as he speaks into Siegfried's fat.

Siegfried blushing, three times wider than Gudao, he clears his throat. "Master...," Siegfried trails off. Pensive, Siegfried lets his thoughts trail off, finding the new sensation somewhat enjoyable, especially with his master's enjoyment contagious, the act of traveling through numerous singularities not insignificant to their bond. 

“Would being moderately selfish be so wrong with an entire life as a human spent fulfilling others' demands?” Siegfried finds himself thinking. 

"Perhaps I can stay like this for a couple of days?" Siegfried lets out, pressing his tongue to his teeth to calm his nerves. Gudao removes himself from Siegfried. "Only a couple days," Siegfried clarifies. Though Gudao’s radiant expression remains plastered on his face. 

"Of course, whatever you want!" Gudao grabbing him by the hand, his hand ends up wrapped around Siegfried's pudgy bear claw of a hand. 

Siegfried hesitates, eyes shifting. "Perhaps some more krapfen, master?" 

"Got it! Krapfen coming right up," Siegfried smiles, Gudao’s difficulty in pronouncing the word despite enunciating and slowing down endearing to him. "They're easy and don't require much ingredients, but if Emiya tries to kick me out, I'll just use a command seal," Grinning, Gudao salutes Siegfried before rushing off to complete his mission.

"Master, don't waste…" Siegfried trails off, Gudao already gone. Sighing, he shakes his head with a small chuckle. Gingerly testing the bed, Siegfried sits back down on the edge. Fat pooling around him, the position offers a different sensation of his immensity. Blushing, he clears his throat. 

"Only a couple days," He reminds himself. Yet the warm feeling of being coddled and waited on remains in his heart. 

Gudao's coddling on the battlefield merely felt like pity, Siegfried indeed needing support. And despite Gudao’s consoling and praise towards him, he couldn't help but feel as if they were hollow, not deserving of such praise and affection. 

And while he had been roped and forced into his current predicament, his master's overt display removes all doubt, his master indeed fond of him. 

Siegfried looks to the door, Gudao already back.

"Maybe I can extend staying like this, only a couple more days," Siegfried thinks as his master comes back with more krapfen, the few he asked for instead a dozen and then some. The sweet fresh scent reaches his nostrils, Siegfried refraining himself from licking his lips.  A bit offered to him, Siegfried’s new train of thought only strengthens with it.

"I'll make sure you're as comfortable as can be," His master beams down at him. 

Siegfried only lazily opens his maw, feeling voracious all of a sudden as he can’t wait to polish off the rest of the plate. Gudao rubbing his stomach, Siegfried looks forward to the rest of his first day out of however many he wishes.