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[writerofchub]

Birthday Boy (stuffing)

One absolutely greedy jerk had a birthday yesterday, and I couldn't help myself but write a short story about him. Tell me that he won't charm some poor soul into helping with his gluttony

You expect him to stop at some point. All humans have their breaking point, although sometimes you start doubting if he's a human at all. All humans have shame, too, but he's showing off his gut for all to see.

Shirt? He lost it at the first bar, where the beer was flowing and the buttons were breaking one by one, and he kept chugging in a drink frenzy. He tugged it lower over his gut, making sure that it popped every last button. The seams broke first, and it tore as easily as paper.

Pants? That button broke while he was dragging his obscenely bloated body to the next bar. His belly did not stop shaking until the mass snapped it. Now the flaps stick to his ass, and his gut widens the gaping hole between them. They don't have much life left in them, either.

But you aren't saying anything. You know you can't because the birthday boy won't listen. You can make him, of cutest - the only way he's dragging his heavy, overfed gut from a bar to a bar is with you carrying him. Even now, his hefty beer belly is pushing in you.

His weight is pushing down on your shoulders. You can drop him, but you won't, either. Because he's promised you a party to remember - and oh, you're remembering every moment. It's his birthday but you feel you're getting all the gifts.

That's why you huff and help him crash on a table - and groan when his gut flops over it. He belches as a thank you - crassly, ruggedly - and is back to his usual game. He's making orders. Beer, chips, cake - the usual thing until the bar can't no more.

You watch as he eats it all. Carbs, fats, liquid, bubbles - they all mix in his gut and it covers more of the table like an enormous full moon. But he is grinning greedily, and you know that he's just begun. His gut can handle a lot more.

Yeah, every human has his limits. But he won't be hitting them anytime soon.

[mightysteelix]

I've been trying to make Loxis work for far too long today and, surprise, surprise, playing the handsome elvish cowboy gave me some nice story ideas. Involving Dietrich, even if there's nothing they have in common (besides being elves), because of course I'm using him as the leader

Bear with me as this is a pretty long headcanon/story idea.

Meet Dietrich, the MC. A half-demon, half-elf, his father disappeared softly after his birth. (Yup, 99% of this is headcanon since I have zero idea if he even has any lore). Due to his demonic lineage, his powers can imbue life in dead things (as long as they have plant origin), but cannot influence living beings. Expect his sole healing magic, as he is the only elf capable of healing necrotizing wounds. Since his powers are so connected with death and because he has the blood of a demon and the personality to match, the other noble elves detest him.

When he is accused of a murder, he quickly realizes his influence will not help if the other nobles gang up on him and he flees. But due to a betrayal, his plans fail and he is forced to broad an unknown ship in secret in order to escape.

There, hiding in the darkest part of the ship and barely surviving, he is discovered by Loxis, the resident love interest.

(A bit of backstory; Loxis is half-elf, half-human, raised by his human mother after his father passed away. Since young, he has been an outcast because he was seen as too great and off-putting by the humans and too beneath the level of the elves. People flocked around him, especially since he used his powers to heal illnesses, but always seemed to revere him too much. Also, he never learned to master his powers and he is limited to basic healing. He set sail to the newly discovered lands in hopes of creating a town for himself and other outcasts.)

In an uncharacteristic bid of desperation, Dietrich tells Loxis his story - and is surprised when instead of threating to give him to the authorities once they arrive, Loxis is willing to keep his secret. After they arrive, they begin traversing the unknown land, discover many unknown plants and creatures and on the way, they both learn to open up to other people. Dietrich realizes not all others are scheming bastards, Loxis learns to determine his own self-worth and they both connect to each other. Of course, by the end they end up married or at least really in love.

Following until now? Good because it's time for the kinky stuff to begin.

And once they succeed with founding their little distant paradise, they both are stuck leading it. Dietrich takes many of the administrative duties - having the most experience - while he plans revenge against the nobles because of which he had to run. A sedentary position, plus a (pretty much) guaranteed supply of food means that he gets to eat much more. And since his body was not that toned to begin with, the effects of overeating show quickly. Of course, his vanity means that he will find an excuse upon excuse (while munching on a sugary treat and leaving his pants open because they are tight around his belly). He might think about changing his habits, but revenge and running the town take priority. So he continues to munch on snacks until one night Loxis points his softening body.

Of course, Dietrich is fast to note Loxis' own gut. Because the hero of the town gets pretty much daily gifts from the residents (mostly in the form of food). And while he keeps himself active, it is simply not enough to offset the sheer amount of food he is being given. So unlike the butterball Dietrich, Loxis has become a bonafide musclechub. And being too busy with taking care of the others, he hasn't noticed it.

This leads to a very determined Loxis trying to fit into his old clothes and failing to fit into them while Dietrich watches and tries his best to keep his thoughts decent.

Of course, it takes some more time for them to admit their kinks (Dietrich is too proud to confess first and Loxis does not realize he needs to admit it), but after that day the snacks they both receive seem to become much more.

[mightysteelix]

I'm in this post and I don't like it

when you finally start writing down some self indulgent bullshit & you’re like 4 pages in but…..but you havent even gotten to the kink yet. not even a hint of it. but you are DESIRING THE KINK. even if its softer kink. like pls sirs i am trying very hard here can you pls assume the positions & kink????

[writerofchub]

Sometimes summer is for lazing around (weight gain)

Welcome to today's update where the lucky guys are two Sabers - Dia and Siegfried. Or the chapter where I said 'Screw restrain, I'm going all in!'

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A loud belch rattled Ritsuka’s room.

“Urgh, Master, that was too much - urp - grinding.” Siegfried lurched his head back, and his shoulders hunched into the couch, jutting his big torso forward. His round, big pecs bubbled up, and the button over his cleavage stretched apart as if tortured. “I feel like - burrrr! - I’ll burst with the experience.”

The button wobbled like a coin on its side. Siegfried had expected his swimsuit - it was a swimsuit, no matter Master’s disappointed blank stare - to be a tight fit. But to be so tight that his body was striving to rend all buttons?

A lazy smirk graced Siegfried’s bespectacled face, although the fluffy clumps of hair hid it. His stomach must have been working through the Embers, turning them into fuel for his power. Yes, that had to be why his shoulders were bubbling through the coat or why the buttons were struggling to press down his abdomen.

“Isn’t that our heroic duty, Siegfried?” On the other side of the couch, Diarmuid was rubbing his sizeable belly. “Our Master needs strong warriors to fight for him, and we’ll only get stronger if we eat like we are.” The gold rush of glutting himself on Embers was still tingling through his blood, making his voice more joyful than ever. It even dulled the pain where the metal edge of his chest plate dug into the top of his belly.

Good thing it did not extend lower; his gut was already twisting the metal around it to make room for his heft. He had absolute faith in his stomach, of course - it would make quick work of any armor! But it would be needless time wasted when his final level was still far away.

He had wanted to discard even the measly top, but the Master’s hand immediately had gone to his Command Seal, and he had said, “You look better with it farming your gut. Keep it on.”

“You are perfectly rig - UuUUUURRRR!” The crass sound projected out of Siegfried’s throat, throwing his face into an exhausted stupor. The buttons over his gut shook like buildings during an earthquake while his stomach worked through another batch of Embers. “Although everything seems kind of small now. I wish - ughrhr!” This time the eruption came because Ritsuka pushed his chubby hand on the crest of Siegfried’s stomach. Harshly.

“Come on, Siegfried, don’t be like this. Doesn’t it feel great being too stuffed to fit into things? Makes you feel like a real big shot.” His fingers flicked one strained button that could not even wiggle in place without digging in Siegfried’s gut. “That’s the biggest charm of the starting sizes: when you can fit in normal things, but they are so cramped, and they make you like a huge piece of work! Like Diarmuid, right? Don’t you feel like a real warrior when your gut is bending out that hard armor? Like you’re really huge?” His elbow poked into the side of Diarmuid’s belly - or what could be a side since it was almost a perfect sphere.

“I’m not - ugh! - sure if I understand everything, Master, but I do agree,” Diarmuid smiled, and his fingers rubbed his gold-skinned gut. “Knowing that my stomach can twist the hardy metal is one thing, but feeling it... It truly makes power surge through my body.”

“Yup! See, Siegfried - not an inch of room here, and he’s not complaining a bit!” Ritsuka had already tried to squeeze a chunky finger under the plate’s edge, ramming it where the gut and the armor kissed, but their tightness repelled any attack.

Each jostle sank under Diarmuid’s skin, to his stomach, sparkling again the grand feeling of fullness.

“Looks like a true warrior, glutting himself to his limits and getting wedged in his plate!” Ritsuka’s pushes grew harder, almost as if he was rutting his finger against the curve, and his breaths sped into rapid pants. He was falling into Diarmuid’s personal space, and his jiggly belly was flowing over the taut ball.

“Thank you for the praise, Master! You’re better spoken than any king! But I am merely following the example you’re setting.” Diarmuid groped Ritsuka’s belly, where it was heaving under his tight shirt, and his fingers squeezed in a true warrior’s hug.

Ritsuka twerked, and his ocean of a belly hit Diarmuid’s solid gut. “That’s how you do it! Take notes, Siegfried!” The Master slid his hands limply to his Servant’s legs and half-rolled to the other side, slow like an exhausted sloth. “Not that you’re doing bad, either. I’m sure a Grail or two will make very quick work of that coat.”

“A perfect observation, Master,” Siegfried nodded, making his glasses glisten. “With how powerful my body is getting, I’m sure it will take just one more burst of strength before I tear it asunder. But the sofa might give out even before that. After all, it’s barely keeping up with the three of us.”

There was only a small twitch of a joke to that. But the poor furniture had groaned even before the Master had set his rather bulky body on it, and now... With how packed they were, Siegfried doubted they would be able to stand up without getting stuck.

To make his point, he shifted a little backward. It was just for a show - not to topple the couch. The front rose like a neighing horse, and his weight flowed to his back.

Ritsuka clung to his coat, pulling whatever was left to be stretched. It squashed Siegfried’s gut, stealing his balance and forcing another thundering belch. The sofa dropped forward like a boulder, and the impact sloshed all the Embers in his stomach.

Ritsuka whispered before another belch could silence him. “Those glasses do give you some great ideas!”

[writerofchub]

If you change the rules, you are sure to win (weight gain)

Honestly, at first this chapter was something completely different (and involved Cú having a bit of a humiliation kink). But when I started editing it, this version practically came to me, so that's what you get. Ritsuka gets his (slight) just desserts. And immediately recovers. Still, Leonidas and Cú have a good time teasing the Master with their weight.

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"Spill the beans, Master! How's it going?" Leonidas pulled Ritsuka in a bear hug, burying his head into the warrior's gut, straight where his moobs were drooping. "Did I win?"

"Eh!" Ritsuka squealed, dropping the tape on the floor. He was pulled on his toes, bending forward, and his fattened belly fell like an overfilled, jiggly sack.

Leonidas grinned. Just like that, he had won. Nothing got Master weak like butter faster than a beefy guy with a gut. Now, it would have been better if he was stuffing his face, but Ritsuka had drained himself out of Embers to max him out.

Still, manhandling Ritsuka earned a lot of points. Shoving him in a belly earned a jackpot. Pretending to be oblivious to the weight gain - that would earn Leonidas a sure-fire Grail.

Ritsuka palmed Leondias' gut, pushing himself standing against the firm lardball. His chunky face was red to the nose, and his lips were shaking in eager pants.

"I win. Right?" Leonidas repeated, stroking his round belly. The small movements made his huge arms knot and relax like a lion tossing in his slumber.

And that was before he could fuel his muscles with a Grail! With its magic, he would blow up like an unbreakable wall.

Ritsuka's stare crept around Leonidas' bulging belly and down to his trunk-like legs. "Someone's pretty eager, huh? But you grabbed me too fast to get a proper measure. Now the tape's on the floor, and -" he squeezed a lump above his bare belly button. "Eh, you're the muscle guy. You know what they say about lifting heavy things with a full stomach." He opened his arms like a vice grip, eying the widest parts of Leonidas' gut. "I'll have to measure you in another way."

"Of course, Master!" Leonidas heavily stomped towards Ritsuka. Harsh, striking steps that made his side jiggle. "It's a pleasure to prove my win!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Cú rose from his spot on Ritsuka's couch. His chubby apron belly flopped over his crotch. "Get a room, you two!"

"This is my room," Ritsuka replied. He barely turned his head to the side, but Cú felt the edge of his stare tracing his rolls. Amateur - did he think he could avoid a warrior's instincts?

"Well, you invited me. Told me to come without clothes and everything." Cú pushed his belly down, and his overhang rubbed against his dick. Not only Leonidas could play this game. "Fine, it's one of your weird kinks, but at least treat your guests properly."

"I- I treated you properly last night. No need to get jealous now."

"Last night?" Cú laughed. No doubt Ritsuka's mind was frozen in those memories. "Last night, you jerked me off while feeding and praising me. You know enough praise will get me to do anything, right? That's the keyword."

Was this cheating? Probably, but there was a Grail on the line. A Grail. Ten more levels to stuff himself with Embers.

Yeah, he'd do anything for his Master's praise. He did not expect it to turn out so addicting.

"You spend all your time in the cafeteria with Archer. Even when I'm not there to praise you. It's almost like you're more into this than me."

"You think anyone can be more into this than you?" Cú jumped behind Ritsuka, and the lamps quaked when his feet crashed on the floor. "Because you're waddling around Chaldea in clothes that barely cover your love handles."

Ritsuka hissed when Cú groped him there. His fingers caught the bottom rolls and lifted them high like a trophy. "My clothes still fit, at least," he muttered with a steamlike voice. "Unlike one fatass who got too big for his jumpsuit."

"Because it took you the longest time to decide if you wanted in the big guys club." Cú's belly pushed in Ritsuka's back. "I've been building this gut since I came to Chaldea. You're already catching up."

"He's right, Master." Leonidas quipped. "I don't think anyone can be into this more than you. I've seen you devour midnight snacks like they're crumbs!"

Ritsuka moaned lowly and gripped Cú's belly.

Okay, Leonidas should have thought before teasing him, but this must have won him a point or two! It was all about strategy!

"He's got it right there, Master." Cú's hands slid over Ritsuka's tense fingers. "You're goring your face at every meal - about as often as me! Breakfast, lunch, dinner, those midnight snacks -"

"You're snacking together? Master, why you haven't invited me to snack?" Leonidas faced Ritsuka, keeping his oversize body just a few breaths away from him. He needed to push his gut out, and it would sink in Ritsuka's flabby belly.

"Hey, maybe you should be glad he hasn't. After all, he dives into the food immediately like some wild animal." Cú took a step, and his belly pushed Ritsuka into Leonidas. "Yeah, I do it, too, but our little Master is something else. Want to hear how I first caught him snacking?"

Leonidas closed on Ritsuka, looming over him like a colossal statue of a bellied god. The two warriors were like a pincer for him, two huge guts trapping him on both sides. "Speak up, Lancer! It must be a great tale!"

"Yeah," Ritsuka whispered, jerking his body between his massive Servants. "Tell him how you found me alone in the kitchen. How I was chugging a carton of heavy cream because I was eager to grow."

Cú nodded to every word like a polite lapdog. "You just missed one bit, Master." He squashed Ritsuka's flabby sides to his body, and Ritsuka felt as if he was trapped in a warm cage. "When you roped me into drinking with you, and in the end, we were so bloated that we dropped lying on the floor."

The competition for the Grail was forgotten. Teasing Ritsuka was a far more fun game.

[writerofchub]

Ever Since We Met (weight gain)

Yeah, summer Emiya and his junk food love broke me. I couldn't live with myself if I did not write something with him, and if he's coming, I can't leave Cú out. Although he ended up stealing the show for himself, I'd say.

Because hot summer days are the best time to daydream about the past. Cú thinks of how things with Emiya used to be at first. Emiya thinks that Cú is annoying. But he comes around as he always does.

There was nothing to do just after lunch. The heavy heat was pushing Cú down as if he was a slug, and the breeze barely fluttered his hair like it would a wheat field. His stuffed stomach gurgled lazily, sapping all his power to digest the mountain of a lunch. It was tiring, boring.

And it was not just today's thing. Cú had been one of the first to answer Ritsuka's call - at a time so long ago that he still had shame. The lively Chaldea did not exist back then: people moved through the empty halls like ghosts, and shadows always loomed over their heads: Flauros, then Solomon, then Goetia. There were few of them Heroic Spirits - no sparring partners for midnight matches, no close pals to talk to, no red Archers keeping vigil at the cafeteria.

Cú laughed. Feeling nostalgic for him, of all people - he never thought he'd see the day.

"What's so funny?" Emiya poked Cú's soft love handles with an elbow, shaking him out of his daydream.

"Nothing. I just remembered how nice it was before you came." Cú sat up halfway, and his belly spilled onto his thighs. That was not a thing back then, either. Anxiousness had been starving them, pressing Master and Servants both in a corner, and they hardly had time to eat. "I had one less jerk in my life."

"You were daydreaming of me?" Emiya clicked his tongue. "Sappy." He smirked, but it lasted barely for a second before he broke it with a boyish sigh. "No, forget it." His eyes remained locked on his fishing rod, but he ruffled Cú's hair softly. "The summer is too short to waste it with our usual barking."

"Oh." Bounce sprang into Cú's voice. "Didn't expect this of you."

Pride sneaked into Emiya's smile - that soft, youthful pride. "Me being the mature one? Don't be - one of us needs to take that burden, and I can't see you acting your age."

"Nah, that's nothing new." Cú poked Emiya between the ribs in a pool of recently settled chub. "You're always acting above your age. But this is the first time you were as sappy as me."

The rod tilted closer to the water as Emiya's grip loosened. "I was not."

Cú snickered. "Yes, you were. Come on, where did that mature vibe go? Or it was just a show?"

"I've decided you're not worth the effort."

"So now you're the one not acting his age." Cú's fingers slid over Emiya's hip, feeling how fat morphed into lean muscle. "Like when you banned me from the cafeteria for life and stuck with it for three months. Without us having ever met."

Emiya pulled the hook out of the water. "That's an awfully old memory." His voice faltered. "I'm sorry, but -"

Cú gripped his thigh harder, and Archer went silent. "Just humor me. Fishing's not going well either way."

"It was complicated." Emiya dropped the rod on his lap and rested his chin on his palm. "I didn't know what to do with you, and I thought running away was my best option. I'm glad I gave up on it." His hand limply dropped around Cú's neck, and Cú felt Archer's weight pressing on him.

"Memories from another summoning?"

Archer nodded. "I admired you," he said slowly. "From the very beginning. And I hated more than anyone else." It was beyond a summoning - it was the memory of a scared young boy who knew exactly how he would die. A young boy, awe-struck by the outworldly soldier in blue. "Sorry. I can't tell you anymore."

Cú's fingers twisted between Emiya's. The stoic Archer shivered, looking down.

"So you decided to starve me?"

"I apologized, didn't I?" Emiya took off his glasses, and they disappeared in a pocket somewhere. Or they were simply a Projection, like everything around him. "I even made you - and I quote - the best feast in the world."

"Eh." Cú smacked his lips. "It was an eight of ten at most."

"You said something else back then."

"I was starved!" Cú tugged on Archer's arm, pulling him closer. "I'd call a plain broth the best feast in my life!"

Emiya whipped his arm, escaping Cú's grasp, and pinched his belly. A good handful oozed between his fingers. "Was that why you started staying for seconds and thirds every day, too?"

"That was different. A guy like me needs his energy to fight. Besides, I wanted to know you better. First, you kick me out, then you invite me to a feast, and don't stop spoiling me. Admit it - it was strange."

"Yeah, I'm sure it was all because you needed the energy." Archer pushed Cú's belly, and his fingers sank deep into the lard. Damn tease. "And you could have just asked for it instead of making small talk while you stuffed your face."

"That would have been bor-ing." Cú rolled sideways, and his huge belly pinned Archer to the ground. "Waiting for you to catch on was way more fun."

"Catch on to what?" An amusing blush was coloring Emiya's face. "That you are the world's worst flirt?"

"That I was doing my best for you!" Cú leaned closer; his skin chafed against Emiya's small chub, and Emiya blurted out a rough pant. "I was taking my time and everything."

"I didn't even realize you were flirting at first." Emiya's eyes wandered at the lake, and his hips were quivering. "I thought you were simply a glutton."

"I was coming in such tight clothes that you could see my belly every time." Cú was grinding his body against Emiya, trapping him under his weight whenever he tried to flee. "Why would I do that if not to show you how much I loved your food?"

Emiya arched his back, moaning. "A glutton with no fashion sense," he quipped. His hips buckled, and he tried to push himself away from Cú. To put space between Cú's gut and his small, chubby rolls. "And no shame."

"Yeah, you said nothing. I had to come shirtless to get a reaction out of you." Cú crept after Emiya, his gut leading the way, and gripped his hands. Emiya froze, looking so small under Cú's rounded shadow. He was too adorable to let him go. "That was my last hope, you know. Remember how well it paid off?" He leaned in for a kiss, pushing his gut up Emiya's torso.

"Cú!" Emiya's eyes opened wide, and he jerked his body. Cú's grasp broke.

"Hey! Don't go escaping unless -"

Archer's shoulders bubbled up, and his core strained. He was trying to push himself free! Okay, no time for forewarning! Cú plopped down on him, and his gut pinned Emiya to the grass.

"Unless you want to force my hand. Or my belly, in this case," Cú giggled. "Why did you try to run?"

"The cottage isn't that far. If someone comes up, they will see us, and -"

"Shh." Cú snatched a kiss from Emiya, waiting until his huffs died to tense silence. "Bryn and Sigurd were going at it everywhere, and nobody complained. They won't care for us, either. My word."

Emiya frowned, but he let his head lie on the grass.

"Besides -" Cú lifted him a little and ruffled the soft hairs on his neck, "- it's lunch. Only we're dumb enough to be out in this heat."

Emiya's frown softened, and he pushed Cú's hand. "And I thought you loved the attention."

"That's the Archer I love even though he annoys the shit out of me." Cú laughed. "Call me sappy all you want, but I need only your attention."

"My attention?" Emiya's hands jumped for Cú's overhang, and he pushed them into his gut. The sudden force made Cú cry a loud moan. "Is this way you go shirtless for everyone to see?"

"What, do you want me to be all yours?" It was a game they played all too often, bark and no bite because neither knew the rules to end it. "Tell me you don't like the sight. Plus, I always keep my best looks only for you."

"Bullshit." Archer's fingers went up Cú's waist and dived under the strap. He lifted it cautiously, massaging the small rolls that had formed underneath. "You know well how this looks. You know how I've wanted to trace every sagging fold around it."

"Ah!" Cú grabbed Emiya's sides, squeezing hard until he felt the muscle under the pudge. "You should have just done it, then. No one was stopping you."

Emiya's voice was dry and positively flustered. "There were people around."

"I don't remember something stopping you the first time. You were so into me that you would have passed out if you didn't jump me. It didn't matter that we were in the cafeteria."

"I wasn't going to pass out." Emiya dug his nails in Cú's plush back. Harsh.

Cú howled, arching his body to his grip. "I'm sure you remember wrong." Pants cut through his words, and white dots of arousal clouded his senses. But he had a point to make. "You almost collapsed while you were watching me eat. You might have even forgotten to breathe."

The memory was playing back as clear as a daydream. "I did not," Emiya protested even if he knew it was a lie. He was as bad as that boy when it came to some things, was he not? "And even if I did, you were worse. Your face was redder than the pasta sauce."

"Yep, it was. Remember - someone had just finished forcing an entire pot of pasta in my gut. All those ingredients, all those calories you talked about, and I had eaten them." Cú let go of Emiya's sides, and the compressed chub flowed into his open palms. "If I recite them all, will you accept that I remember it better?"

"Doesn't matter." Emiya moaned and jerked up, pushing his belly into Cú's flabby body. His hands let go of Cú's back and slid between their guts, pushing Cú's deep navel. "They settled here. That's the only important thing."

"And here." Cú's arms twisted in the tango of limbs, and Emiya's eyes rolled to white when Cú poked into his belly button. "You look cute like that. Soft." The lust dripped heavily from his voice like honey.

Emiya crushed him in a hug, pushing Cú's ass on his crotch. Cú's belly sprawled over him like a flood of creamy skin. "You're still softer."

The midday sun was setting when they finally stood up, but neither of them was feeling colder.

[writerofchub]

Even the sharpest shooter might get dull (stuffing)

Yeah, I almost missed the update today because I spent too much time thinking of my Arthur Alter ideas. But this is Billy the Kid, and I've been owing him a story for a long time, so here's the best outlaw getting properly stuffed with Embers.

And yeah, this fic does reference my older work where Robin gets huge, and Billy gets to help. You can read it here (AO3 link).

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Billy knew his tastes well. It had taken him some godforsaken effort to find out - including one holy boy that would make even the devil scramble, plus his best pal growing into a holy-wholly tower of beef! - but he knew his heart as good as the book.

If a guy could grow into a nice, tubby oinker, Billy’d be there to watch the show. He’d give them a nudge with a sweet word, or two, then let them try it out. If it turned out reckless gluttony was not for them, well - all their power. If it turned out they were like Robin, though -

Billy wasn’t sure if Siegfried had stopped showing up in his armor because his gut would’ve busted the metal.

Still, with how many guys he’d rounded up in his herd, he’d never think to join them. Yeah, it was nice to dream, but he was just a rascal that was a damn good shot. Nothing like Robin, or David, or Arash. And with the Golds in the mix, fortune wouldn’t bless him anytime soon.

But it blessed the Master, who came home with Embers to the ears. All highest quality Archer Embers, not a fake among them. All for Gilgamesh, David, and … him.

“Well?” Master asked after the last of Embers went down Billy. “How’s it being part of the big guys club?”

“Why askin’, Master? Ain’t you the type to know that better than anyone? Went from a lanky beanstalk to true oinker in no time.” Billy drew a big circle with his hands, mirroring Ritsuka’s serious chub. After all, his Mystic Code was lagging over his belly like a cheap cloth.

Billy’s vest still belted a bit of his belly like a mummy’s bandages. One point for his sense of shame, minus a hundred for his comfort; he wasn’t sure he could stand up without his stomach being stuffed in the rigid clothes.

“Well, hanging around so many big guys rubbed off on me, I guess.” Ritsuka walked over the lying outlaw, and his flabby underbelly pushed into Billy’s cannonball.

Hoo boy, was this Master’s rumored pervy side? Billy thought it was just him being watchful like a pack of mice in cat town that made Ritsuka suspect. But no, the Master did have his kinky side, and it was making Billy blush.

“Then I guess this is just the start for me, Master! With how much Robin’s with me, plus how fast Siegfried’s been growin’, seems fate must’ve got something big in store for me.” It was only half a joke; Billy’s gut still had room for more. And that was just the start, the end -

Nah, that small thinking! Perhaps it didn’t need an end!

“That’s how it starts up,” Ritsuka replied, jiggling his fat belly. The ripples crashed against Billy’s gut like waves, and he almost felt huge. “And it all adds up until you end like -”

“What, you? Master, I don’t wanna make you feel the blues, but you’re still a runt to practically everyone else. Expect me, maybe.”

“It’s different - they’re going big. We’re pushing them, after all.” Ritsuka’s belly spilled over Billy’s gut as if embracing him. “Unless you’re saying you want to go big like them?”

“I’m sayin’ I still got a long way to my max, Master.” Billy grinned.

Watching Robin gorge himself into a mountain was fun, but it was just kinda getting to his head. They were rivals, and Billy couldn’t let him be in the lead for long.

And a blushing, shocked Robin would always be a good reason for something!

Ritsuka licked his lips. “Then want to try something else? We’ve still got a lot of Bronzes leftover. How does a quick experiment sound?”

Billy patted his belly. His vest was tight now - with enough Servants to push him to his best inside - “Why a quick one, Master? Best things ought to be treasured!”

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Dragons Aren't Greedy for Nothing (stuffing)

Yeah, this is the first actual chapter of the kinky fic about Chaldea. First victim: my beloved dragon boy Sieg, who's going full dragon mode on a bunch of Embers with Ritsuka's encouragement.

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“Master!” Sieg screamed in the short moment when his mouth was free. “Plewssss!” A large handful of Embers choked his voice quickly. Shivers ran down Sieg’s spine, and he swallowed everything. The gulp was more like a solid stream down his throat, and his eyes jutted and rolled up while Sieg was pushing it down. “Please…” he panted after the final swallowing cleared his throat, “stoffffffff!”

“I’m not doing anything, Sieg!” Ritsuka had fit his small frame on Sieg’s knees, and his fingers were rubbing his distended belly, eliciting gurgling hums from it. “Besides, don’t you want the second Grail?” Ritsuka took the golden cup by the stem and shoved it close to Sieg’s nose. “Come on, just a few more levels, and it’s yours!”

“I do no-mhfffgf!”

His hands lifted on their own, grabbing overfull handfuls of Embers like an excavator and shoveling them in his mouth.

So far for the lie. Did that mean that at least one small part of him wanted it? That part that moved his hands, the part that shivered when his stomach was choking on Embers while more were coming, the part that curved into Ritsuka and his belly rubs.

Ok, perhaps a big part of him wanted it! The jolt ran through Sieg’s body, sweeter than the Grail empowering him, and he squirmed.

His big gut slammed into Ritsuka’s flat stomach, and Ritsuka moaned, clawed at his shoulders, and kissed him.

Ritsuka. Kissed him.

Sieg’s mind: dead. Funeral: immediately.

Ritsuka wasted no time to climb higher on him. His knees rutted against the wide gut’s sides, squeezing it. Sieg’s belly made loud rumbles that could not end well.

He was proven right a moment later when a deep belch torrent erupted out of his tight belly and cascaded straight into Ritsuka’s lips.

Ritsuka squeezed harder, his nails digging to the shoulder bones, and broke the kiss. “Sieg,” his voice was like scorching dragonfire, “you’ve just earned yourself Grails until you’re maxed out.”

Six more Grails. All of them in his belly, warming him like a stove while he downed Embers like candy. Sieg’s tongue had taken a draconic shape when he licked his lips.

“But you’ll have to grind the Embers yourself.” Ritsuka let off Sieg and offered him a hand to pull him up. “Come on, big guy. Show me how strong you’ve gotten.”

The hunger pangs pierced Sieg’s stomach, and he jumped up. It lodged out another rowdy, echoing belch when his gut flopped up into the tight vest, followed by a cascade of pings and snaps.

One by one, the buttons were breaking. Sieg’s belly, pressed into a flat, rubbery mound, was surging out like a flooding wave, taking its proper round shape. The sides of the shirt filled with stuffed lard so fast that its buttons could not react.

But the fabric did - and it did by ripping, then peeling off Sieg’s taut belly.

He was standing there, breathing heavily. His stomach was roaring with greed. Glancing at Ritsuka’s red face with draconic, sharp eyes, he growled, “Let’s go, Master. Hands will not wait for us.”

[writerofchub]

It's easy to buy people when you know the price (weight gain)

And that's how a week of chapters rolls. This is the last story featuring Ritsuka's grinding, so why not end on a high note with one of my most beloved boys - one devilishly seductive Bartholomew Roberts, playing with the Master in a game of outkinking each other. Involves bangs kink because this is still Barthy we're talking about.

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“Leveling up feels like something warm welling up from my stomach. I can get used to it.”

“You can?” Ritsuka’s hand pushed into Bartholomew’s lardy gut. The noisy fabric rustled like sleek leaves as it softly stretched, revealing a wisp of his belly button. “It looks like you have.”

Bartholomew laughed jovially. “Indeed, I have, Master!” The soft touches, the slight edge of the accusations, the silky hug of his vest: together, they brought a pleasant, soft warmth to his stomach. And lower. “But what pirate would I be if I refused this indulgence?” His pretty smile had pillaged treasures and sank ships; he was certain it would get him one more great bounty.

“Are you that easy, pirate boy?” Ritsuka gripped into his hefty rolls and pushed forward. Perhaps this time he had a weapon greater than his smile. “I changed my haircut, and you agreed to become a butterball?”

“I would have accepted anyway, Master!” Chunky, dark-skinned fingers brushed where Ritsuka’s dark hair covered his blue eyes. The peak of cuteness, the Grail of treasures! For that strands of purest black over bottomless blue, Bartholomew could sell his entire fleet! “Style is the one true king in this world - and in your Chaldea, size is in fashion.”

Ritsuka grabbed his hand and pulled it from his face. With his other one, he silked his bangs up above his forehead. “Does it mean I can go to my old style?”

“Nonsense, Master!” Bartholomew tackled Ritsuka. “It would be a waste to undo such a miracle!” Their skin pressed together, and Ritsuka’s fat belly buckled, swallowing Bartholomew’s chub in its rolls. The softness was silky through the vest, gentle like a whisper.

Ritsuka moaned, and his arms reached for Bartholomew’s love handles. Ah, glory to God - the bangs look was saved! Bartholomew could sink in those eyes, more deeply blue than any sapphires, and stay in the cage of dark curls. He loomed over him, content to stare at his prison for eternity.

No word came from Ritsuka. His body was shaking, and the rolls at the edge of his gut jiggled in sync with his gasps. His hair was messy like a storm of black velvet, and Bartholomew reached to grab it. The strands chafed his fingers like a flint, and he tugged them over those two dull blue eyes.

“So ask for anything! Be greedy only as a pirate can be, and I will prove why you should keep the bangs over your eyes!”

“Push me,” Ritsuka mouthed.

His legs slipped backward, and Bartholomew flowed in to fill the empty room. His weight stumbled like an avalanche, and Ritsuka’s feet stumbled in a frenzy to keep him falling.

“Master,” Bartholomew whispered, “you could have just asked for a dance.” His arm sneaked around Ritsuka’s waist, and his leg got in the way of his stumble.

Ritsuka dropped onto him. His back rolls were sagging, swallowing Bartholomew’s arm in their creamy grip. He was heavy enough - the Servant’s arm was flexing to keep him from dropping on the ground.

His eyes were under a net of darkness and lust.

“I told you to push me.” Ritsuka’s leg chafed the inside of Bartholomew’s chubby thighs. “Didn’t say to stop.” He pulled the hair from his eyes again, and the hazy blue reflected Bartholomew’s bright smile.

Who knew he could smile so honestly?

“Then I would not, Master!” His arm let Ritsuka. Before the Master dropped on the ground, Bartholomew charged anew. The impact made Ritsuka cough up a gust of air, and his eyes locked onto Bartholomew.

It was a brighter blue but still far from its greatness.

Ritsuka’s steps struggled to predict Bartholomew’s; one chubby leg jiggled when a thick calf, stuffed in white pants, neared it. Sweat was breaking on his face as Bartholomew was catching up to him every time. “Didn’t say to be so fast, either.” He was panting now, his hair stuck in thick clumps that fell into his eyes.

“We both are greedy tonight, Master! And we both will take what we want!”

What did Bartholomew want? The eyes, bright like stars over the sea? The lips, panting for his name? The body, begging for his touch?

Ritsuka stopped, and Bartholomew slammed his body onto him. It should have sent the Master on the floor, Bartholomew conveniently falling over his face. But he missed the wall behind Ritsuka.

The Master’s body rose in the air. His feet kicked so hard that his tight pants must have been rubbing his thighs red. Bartholomew leered at him when his perfect blue eyes stirred.

“My apologies, Master! Seems this is the limit of my strength!” Bartholomew’s lecherous voice surprised him. But it had been long since he had such a prime lover on a silver plate! His gut shifted against Ritsuka’s belly, dragging a sensation of shifting softness.

“Thank. You.” Ritsuka’s voice was raspy, so muted that it might have come from the other side of the wall. “All because I grew my bangs... You’re really easy to buy, Barthy.”

“You are easier, Master!” Bartholomew laughed and ground Ristuka against the wall. The fat Master was nothing before the fattened Rider, easily sliding against his bulk. “Just because I grew fat, you’re doing everything I ask! That’s the cost of knowing your price - it’s very easy to buy you.”

Their eyes were on the same level. Ritsuka’s cheeks were flushed red, and his perfect blue was locked onto Bartholomew’s vest. Onto the bloated, broken fabric. “Then how can I buy you for the rest of the night?”

[writerofchub]

It's summer, clothes are strictly optional (Weight Gain)

And here's chapter number two of my fic. What can I say - Sasaki has been one of my favorites since the good old days of Stay Night. It's all about that long hair, I tell you. (Can't believe it took me until the Anniversary to get him to 70, but such is life, I suppose.) And Kotarou is simply too adorable to pass on.

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Kotarou was huffing. His round cheeks have taken a color like his hair, while his softened arms were flexing in vain, trying to show some definition. As if! At least they were still refusing to sag, unlike his doughy gut, which was currently dropping in the way of his top’s zipper.

“Please, Lord Ritsuka, you can stop.” He flipped his hat to cover his ashamed face. His gut flooded out, even bigger and creamier, undoing whatever zipper they had pulled together. “It is obvious I have gorged myself too much on the Embers.”

“You haven’t,” Ristuka replied immediately.

The blush crept onto Kotarou’s neck rolls. “Master, I thank you for trying to spare my feelings, but it is all too clear! I have eaten myself out of my usual outfit, and even Lord Vinci’s clothes do not fit over my…” His throat tightened more than the strained clothes until he had no choice but to say the word. “Over my fat. This can’t go on.”

Ritsuka’s pulse was beating hard, hitting him like a punch at the nose. “It can.”

“It can’t, Lord Ritsuka.” Kotarou hid his face behind his chubby fingers, but the redness was still poking through them. “I apologize for not being able to accept your generosity. But I will have to return to my training regimen immediately.”

The Master opened his mouth to protest, and he might have said something, but he immediately bit his tongue.

But Sasaki misunderstood the silence. “Eh, then I guess I’ll show you. Hey, Master!” He stroked his belly, and small ripples traveled through it. “Something’s itchy under my rolls, and I can’t reach out there.”

“I know you’re trying to help Kotarou, but maybe you should stop. I don’t think Master can handle more of you at this point.” Sasaki quipped from his corner of the room while cradling his own gut like a food baby bump. “And I’m sure he’s already got his mind in the gutter imagining you trying to work out - all sweaty and with that gut in the way. Then failing and gorging your face further.”

 

Kotarou closed his eyes, too embarrassed to see their Master’s face. “Lord Sasaki, thank you for the words, but…” The kindling had sparked a fire in his guts, and he did not know if he wanted to deny it. 

Ritsuka’s touch disappeared from Kotarou. He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly. It was like a ninjitsu art - Ritsuka had immediately jumped to Sasaki’s side, and he was lifting his hefty belly. 

“Can’t,” he said, while his fingers pushed up against Sasaki’s lard, “or don’t want?”

Sasaki sprawled on the wall. Yeah, being pampered pet wasn’t the noblest thing, but indulging felt nice to the bottom of his soles. And if the price was admitting his faults - ha, he was never one to hide them.

“What can I say, Master? The flower’s job is to grow beautifully, and your job is to take care of it.”

Ristuka rose on his fingertips, and his face was against Sasaki’s. Sasaki flashed a small grin. Adorable, simply adorable. At moments like this, he wondered who, in fact, was pulling the leash.

“Then show me how you’ve blossomed.” Ritsuka’s kisses massaged Sasaki’s pecs. They were still firm and round, not saggy at all. The fat might have given them size, but it had taken nothing of their shape. “Strip down.”

The lecherous order razed Sasaki’s skin. “Must I? It’s not like my clothes hide too much, Master.” True: his kimono was looking more like a sash that hardly covered one of his chubby pecs and held half of his belly belly like a thin griddle strap. They both knew he was wearing it only to show off.

“Strip,” Ritsuka repeated the order in his ear. His frisky hands moved deeper under the gut.

“Then you take your shirt off, too, Master. It is only fair.”

It took no more convincing: Ritsuka pulled his clothes over his head and threw them on the side. His small belly rolled over his belt when he let his arms down.

One pull undid Sasaki’s sash, and he discarded his top. His bulky gut jutted out, quickly eating into his waist with nothing to belt it back. 

Sasaki immediately pinched the small roll like his fingers were biting into it. “You’ve gotten chubby, Master. It’s adorable.”

Ristuka moaned like a dog, and his fingers went for the spot Sasaki was trying to reach. They sank into it, stabbing Sasaki with dull pleasure, and Ritsuka used that chance to pin him to the wall. “And you’ve become a lazy fatass. It’s hot.”

Sasaki glanced at Kotarou, giving the burning man a knowing, smug smirk.

Kotarou’s heart was fluttering in his chest. He had to avert his eyes; all his codes required it. But if he tried to look away, his neck would freeze. Were he to cover his eyes, his fingers would spread open. And his other hand was constantly massaging his gut, sinking in the soft chub and shaping his desires.

He obeyed his Lord’s wishes. If the wish was to grow with lard… He had accepted more wicked requests. This one was easy. 

[writerofchub]

1/2 Dailies, All Unlocked

And what better way to celebrate the new blog than with a fic? This is going to be a series of short extracts, which involve all the headcanons I used to save my sanity while abusing Castria and da Vinci during the FGO Anniversary. Also involves very greedy guys, big bellies, and 100% more horny Ritsuka than ever. This is just a prologue, so no kinky stuff yet, but expect the kinky chapter 1 later today.

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Some stories tell of a horrible disaster.

“Servant, Rider.

A lot happened, and now I’m the second generation Da Vinci!”

“Fear and revere me, human.”

“Servant...my name is Sieg.”

The master’s legs were trembling. His hands were spread out forward to the gleaming flurry of sparks. His lips were mumbling incoherent prayers to all gods while his tongue twisted to fit the ancient word.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseineedherformybluecards!”

Everyone else was watching from the Command Room. No word could break the heavy silence there as a myriad of Divinities worked their powers to bless their master’s luck.

“Either that,” he had said with a burning zeal in his eyes, “or I’ll have to use you to farm bones.”

Summer Ishtar’s robe was dripping with anxiety (very much not sweat, what were you taking her for?). Medusa was clinging to the control deck, and her fingers dug more deeply with every failed roll. Ishtar-Ashtart -

“Wait, what are you doing here?” Da Vinci asked between the summonings. “I get the others, but you’ll be sent to the bones mines either way.”

“Eh? Isn’t that just fighting? A goddess like me will make a quick work of it!” Her body started glowing green, and Da Vinci would have corrected her, but a red light on the deck drew her attention.

The master was in front of the summoning circle, jumping like a rabid rabbit, and -

Was that foam in his mouth?

“Oh, sweet summer child,” Da Vinci bitterly laughed when she loaded the next Quartz, “don’t worry. Your senpai will show you the ropes.”

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“Hello! I’m Caster, Altria!”

This story tells of the opposite.

[writerofchub]

So, I'm writing an Ooku-inspired fic for FGO, and instead of Ritsuka, it seems I'm putting one certain Archer in the center of things.

slight NSFW warning

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Me: I'm going to write, no distractions.

Also me: I'm going to spend two hours, checking how one minor character would call another minor character

[mightysteelix]

Friendship ended with Roulette Vampire, now Kuon is my favorite card.

[mightysteelix]

Yeah, I play Shadowverse for the plot.

The plot:

[mightysteelix]

The big next chapter with two big Sabers. Probably you're tired of the reminders, but that is my new blog for fics, so yeah, better go over there.

Sometimes summer is for lazing around (weight gain)

Welcome to today's update where the lucky guys are two Sabers - Dia and Siegfried. Or the chapter where I said 'Screw restrain, I'm going all in!'

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A loud belch rattled Ritsuka’s room.

“Urgh, Master, that was too much - urp - grinding.” Siegfried lurched his head back, and his shoulders hunched into the couch, jutting his big torso forward. His round, big pecs bubbled up, and the button over his cleavage stretched apart as if tortured. “I feel like - burrrr! - I’ll burst with the experience.”

The button wobbled like a coin on its side. Siegfried had expected his swimsuit - it was a swimsuit, no matter Master’s disappointed blank stare - to be a tight fit. But to be so tight that his body was striving to rend all buttons?

A lazy smirk graced Siegfried’s bespectacled face, although the fluffy clumps of hair hid it. His stomach must have been working through the Embers, turning them into fuel for his power. Yes, that had to be why his shoulders were bubbling through the coat or why the buttons were struggling to press down his abdomen.

“Isn’t that our heroic duty, Siegfried?” On the other side of the couch, Diarmuid was rubbing his sizeable belly. “Our Master needs strong warriors to fight for him, and we’ll only get stronger if we eat like we are.” The gold rush of glutting himself on Embers was still tingling through his blood, making his voice more joyful than ever. It even dulled the pain where the metal edge of his chest plate dug into the top of his belly.

Good thing it did not extend lower; his gut was already twisting the metal around it to make room for his heft. He had absolute faith in his stomach, of course - it would make quick work of any armor! But it would be needless time wasted when his final level was still far away.

He had wanted to discard even the measly top, but the Master’s hand immediately had gone to his Command Seal, and he had said, “You look better with it farming your gut. Keep it on.”

“You are perfectly rig - UuUUUURRRR!” The crass sound projected out of Siegfried’s throat, throwing his face into an exhausted stupor. The buttons over his gut shook like buildings during an earthquake while his stomach worked through another batch of Embers. “Although everything seems kind of small now. I wish - ughrhr!” This time the eruption came because Ritsuka pushed his chubby hand on the crest of Siegfried’s stomach. Harshly.

“Come on, Siegfried, don’t be like this. Doesn’t it feel great being too stuffed to fit into things? Makes you feel like a real big shot.” His fingers flicked one strained button that could not even wiggle in place without digging in Siegfried’s gut. “That’s the biggest charm of the starting sizes: when you can fit in normal things, but they are so cramped, and they make you like a huge piece of work! Like Diarmuid, right? Don’t you feel like a real warrior when your gut is bending out that hard armor? Like you’re really huge?” His elbow poked into the side of Diarmuid’s belly - or what could be a side since it was almost a perfect sphere.

“I’m not - ugh! - sure if I understand everything, Master, but I do agree,” Diarmuid smiled, and his fingers rubbed his gold-skinned gut. “Knowing that my stomach can twist the hardy metal is one thing, but feeling it... It truly makes power surge through my body.”

“Yup! See, Siegfried - not an inch of room here, and he’s not complaining a bit!” Ritsuka had already tried to squeeze a chunky finger under the plate’s edge, ramming it where the gut and the armor kissed, but their tightness repelled any attack.

Each jostle sank under Diarmuid’s skin, to his stomach, sparkling again the grand feeling of fullness.

“Looks like a true warrior, glutting himself to his limits and getting wedged in his plate!” Ritsuka’s pushes grew harder, almost as if he was rutting his finger against the curve, and his breaths sped into rapid pants. He was falling into Diarmuid’s personal space, and his jiggly belly was flowing over the taut ball.

“Thank you for the praise, Master! You’re better spoken than any king! But I am merely following the example you’re setting.” Diarmuid groped Ritsuka’s belly, where it was heaving under his tight shirt, and his fingers squeezed in a true warrior’s hug.

Ritsuka twerked, and his ocean of a belly hit Diarmuid’s solid gut. “That’s how you do it! Take notes, Siegfried!” The Master slid his hands limply to his Servant’s legs and half-rolled to the other side, slow like an exhausted sloth. “Not that you’re doing bad, either. I’m sure a Grail or two will make very quick work of that coat.”

“A perfect observation, Master,” Siegfried nodded, making his glasses glisten. “With how powerful my body is getting, I’m sure it will take just one more burst of strength before I tear it asunder. But the sofa might give out even before that. After all, it’s barely keeping up with the three of us.”

There was only a small twitch of a joke to that. But the poor furniture had groaned even before the Master had set his rather bulky body on it, and now... With how packed they were, Siegfried doubted they would be able to stand up without getting stuck.

To make his point, he shifted a little backward. It was just for a show - not to topple the couch. The front rose like a neighing horse, and his weight flowed to his back.

Ritsuka clung to his coat, pulling whatever was left to be stretched. It squashed Siegfried’s gut, stealing his balance and forcing another thundering belch. The sofa dropped forward like a boulder, and the impact sloshed all the Embers in his stomach.

Ritsuka whispered before another belch could silence him. “Those glasses do give you some great ideas!”