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pangtasias-atelier · 7 months ago

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Bull-bodied Hoshidans

Second commission done this batch. This one for @dragonitemaniac involving Ryoma and Kaden along with his OC, Ben turning into some nice, fat bulls~ Of which I'm always a complete sucker for abshanbvhab

Castle Shirasagi as frequent a sight as ever, the imposing structure feels as homely as ever. Especially as the cool orange hues of dawn begin to break through the smothering darkness of the night. And the sight is a complete reprieve from Ben’s mission after traveling into Nohr’s usually overcast and cloudy landscape. No one bats an eye as he enters; his usual outfit showing him as a master ninja looks far from out of place, especially not with him being one of Ryoma’s retainers. Though Ben’s appearance used to draw attention once upon a time back when he had first become a retainer, his own musculature hard to not notice even in the largest of crowds when the stretchy spandex of his outfit hugs each and every deep crevice of his bulging muscles.

Only one person stops him by the time he draws near Ryoma’s personal quarters. “Ben!” Kaden comes rushing over, having just walked out of his own room. “You’re back rather quick,” Bundling over to him, Kaden’s smile is big and bright after not seeing Ben for a short couple of days. The tips of Kaden’s ears reach up to Ben’s eyes with him just barely being a smidge above being a head shorter than Ben. He rests a hand on Ben’s mostly exposed pecs. He links his other arm around Ben’s torso as he leans in to give him a hug. Kaden’s long bushy tail swishes behind him.

Ben returns the smile. His face turns a bright red, his face flushed as he looks down at Kaden. Ben wraps an arm around Kaden’s own torso. The Kitsune’s svelte waist feels much smaller than his own defined abdomen topped with a rippling six pack. Ben uses his free hand to adjust his outfit, tugging down on the strip of reddish brown fabric that covers his prominent bulge.

“I made sure to take extra special care of my tail while you were gone,”

The tail is as tantalizingly soft as it looks as Ben strokes it. “I missed you too. But I’m back from my mission for now at least,”

The briefest mention of his mission seems to snap the two out of their small little stupor. Kaden pulls back first with wide eyes. “Oh, Ryoma wanted to see me!”

“Well, I need to report back to him,” Ben holds out a hand towards Kaden. “Why don’t we go together then,”

Kaden accepts Ben’s hand, the two of them walking over to Ryoma’s chambers. Kaden presses his hips against Ben's, swishing his ass as he walks. The already short distance feels like a couple of quick seconds while they walk together ; they only need to they turn a few corners before they promptly arrive.

“Enter,” Ryoma calls for both of them before they even have to wait any time at all.

Ben and Kaden kneel on the mat upon entering and seeing Ryoma’s armored self, his war attire donned; neither of them mention it, the air in the room serious.

“Thank you two for showing up so soon. I have a new mission for us three,” Ryoma motions for them to stand, deeply chuckling at them still treating his as if he were a stranger whenever anything seems remotely serious. “But first, I take it you were able to confirm that Nohr is conducting independent research?”

“Yes, Ryoma. As you asked, I didn’t break into the facility, but Nohr is clearly researching magic independent of our agreed treaty to share and aid each other’s countries through our collective resources now that Valla has been reunified as a country,” Ben speaks plainly and firmly. He stands still as he waits for Ryoma to go on.

“As I thought. Well, no matter. Why don’t we pay them a visit then?” Ryoma grins at the two of them. He stands more than an entire head taller than Kaden, Ryoma even standing a few inches taller than Ben’s already tall stature. “Think of it as a small trip,”

“Uhh, won’t it be dangerous though?” Kaden pipes up, ears twitching in thought.

“Worry not. It’s simply likely that they forgot. I must admit that even some things have slipped my mind. Plus, the supposed research facility is too close to Fort Jinya for them to be purposefully hiding away,” Ryoma grabs a katana, the common weapon a far cry from the menacing, thunderous weapon that is Raijinto. But even a simple training weapon is dangerous in Ryoma’s hands.

“I’m ready to leave whenever, Ryoma,” Already carrying his shurikens, Ben thinks nothing of resting. The added incentive of being alone with Ryoma and Kaden helps sweeten the deal of heading out once again, but Ben would happily follow Ryoma's order regardless.

Kaden quickly searches his robes for his beaststone. And produces it from a pocket, the lustrous orange stone faintly glimmering in his hands. “I’m perfectly ready to head out too,”

“Perfect. Though are you sure you’re ready to go, Ben? You only just came back,” Ryoma asks.

“I’m only glad to be of service, Ryoma. And even if this might be an accident, we can’t be too careless,”

“Thank you. I truly appreciate it. I never guessed that the man I fought at those hot springs so long ago would be as loyal as you are,” Ryoma reminisces, remembering the very first time he encountered Ben, his town known throughout Hoshido and even other countries for their wondrous hot springs. He places the palm of his hand on Ben’s bicep, the bit of exposed brawny skin —that Ben has to have at a slight angle from his broad torso and bulging chest— being caressed by Ryoma’s gloved hand. Ryoma pets Kaden with his other hand, scratching him right behind his ears. “And you too Kaden. I think no one in Hoshido would’ve expected such a newfound close relationship with the Kitsune Hamlet,” Ryoma smiles fondly with him, glad to be able to help mend the rift between Hoshido and the Kitsune tribe, both him and Kaden's close relationship helping start it.

“Of course, Ryoma,” Both Kaden and Ben respond. The two of them blushing, Kaden leans into the embrace, humming as he presses his body against Ryoma's, not minding the coldness of Ryoma's armor, still able to feel the resonating warmth from Ryoma; meanwhile, Ben stands still, shyly looking at the ground. Once again he adjusts his clothes as he looks down at the ground, maneuvering the small strap of karuta plating on his torso a bit further down to cover his meaty bulge.

The trio last like that for a few minutes before Ryoma eventually returns his hands to himself. “Alright, let’s be on our way,” Ryoma leads the way as Ben and Kaden follow behind him.

True to Ryoma’s words, the trip is barely a trek at all. The three of them reach Fort Jinya by carriage before it even reaches midday. And they waste no time in walking past the laxed borders, no one stopping their king. Though they do get a bunch of awed stares the entire time. Partly from seeing Ryoma, the sight of their king a rarity outside of Shirasagi, partly from Kaden, Kitsunes still an elusive sight to behold, and even partly from Ben, his massive muscles larger than even the most fit of woodchoppers. They walk the rest of the way with the strange new research facility only a couple of hours away. The landscape no longer resembles the usual serene plains of Hoshido. The craggy terrain they walk through is the usual view whenever walking near Nohr and Hoshido’s borders.

Kaden’s ears twitch as they draw closer to the supposed facility. “Someone's nearby,” He stops Ben and Ryoma, the trio finally taking their first stop.

The entire area is silent minus the chirps and trills of the few animals in the distance. Ben gets ready to rush off, but he's held back by Ryoma's arm. And Ben is met with only a simple shake of his head.

“Up there!” Kaden points at the group's unexpected guest.

“And to what do I owe you boys the pleasure?” Niles says, standing far above them. A few pebbles come rolling down the large, steep rocks.

Ryoma steps forward. He holds one hand out, glad to see a comrade from the war, no matter how little he may have conversed with Niles. “We were on our way to see the facility Nohr recently constructed since I was personally invited,”

“Really now?” Niles raises a brow, his one good piercing eye staring at Ryoma. He never once moves from his spot. And neither do the three men below him for their part. “If you received such a personal invitation, then why don’t I have a look? I could personally lead you there. With all the special perks that comes with it,” He throws them all a quick wink, more of his fit, tanned chest exposed as he leans down at them.

Ryoma stays silent. His teeth grind together despite the smile that never once wavers from his face.

“It was a messenger!” Ben stands forward. “They told us about our invitation and to meet them at the gate. Come on, Niles, it’d be rude of us to be late,”

“Hmmm,” Niles taps his chin with a sigh. “Well… If you’re so concerned about being late, then who exactly would you be late for? I’m sure if for some miraculous reason this messenger we supposedly sent didn’t give you all a letter of introduction, then I would hope they did their job in at least informing you of who exactly is inviting you,”

“Uhhh…” Ben goes quiet, now gritting his teeth much like Ryoma.

Niles sighs. “Well, I guess it is true you can’t have brains and brawn. Though you still look as good ever,” Niles reaches behind him, pulling out an arrow from his quiver as he readies his bow. “If you three are so keen on seeing what we’re up to, why don’t I give you all a little taste? I promise you’ll feel nothing but pleasure,” The arrow goes flying in the air, the highground afforded to him giving him ample enough of a vantage to aim as freely as he wants.

Only to meet the ground, Ben jumping out of the way. “Are you crazy?” He shouts, another arrow ending up burrowed into the ground left of him. Ben wastes no time in fighting back; he tosses shurikens at Nile’s legs.

Ryoma has a much easier time dodging the few arrows Niles aims his way. As if in a dance, he simply waits for every arrow, nimbly shifting his body as though the wind were guiding him, each and every arrow never coming close to hitting him. His katana unsheathed, Ryoma cuts a few arrows in half, clearly teasing back at Niles. Ryoma continues to dodge to the right, Niles continuously waiting to call his bluff by aiming towards the left.

“Well, this was to be expected against such evasive foes,” Niles shouts at them over Ben’s grunts, Ryoma as silent as a leaf while Kaden simply watches. “Bingo,” He whispers to himself, nocking yet another arrow Ben’s way. And just before he lets it fly through the air, he shifts his weight, aiming directly at Kaden’s torso.

Ben and Ryoma can’t even react in time, both of them unknowingly pushed too far to the right by Niles’ aiming. The blistering fast arrow reaches its target with zero issue. And it bounces right off of Kaden’s flat stomach. Even his vest is unaffected by the weapon; the arrow thuds down onto the floor as if it simply hit a stone wall. Kaden laughs at the attempt. “That felt like a pillow, Niles. Just take us to the place already!” He shouts, hands cupped around his mouth.

Arrow in hand, Niles examines it.

“Wait, really, Kaden?” Ben rushing over to Kaden he pulls his kimono undone, hands pressed against Kaden’s exposed creamy abdomen, not even a bruise forming. When nothing happens, he pulls his hands away with a blush on his face. He doesn't bother tying Kaden's kimono back. And he sneaks a couple of glances when he can.

“Nothing hurts. Promise! I guess he was just joking,”

Ryoma joins them, walking slowly. “That sounds like Niles,” He sighs.

“Alright! Hit me Niles!” Ben pounds his pecs, grinning as he stares up at their playful attacker. “If these really are magical, then go ahead. But then you have to take us to the new research facility,” Ben stands his ground. He waits for Niles’ answer.

Niles scratches the back of his white hair. “Did I really get a bunch of duds?” He mumbles, confusion clearly on his face. But he turns his focus back over to Ben, staring him down with a glint in his eye much like the first time he encountered him in Corrin’s own personal Astral Plane, the hot springs a personal favorite of Ben’s. “Alright, deal. Guess I was just unlucky to be given a dud today,” The arrow let loose, it goes straight to Ben, hitting him on his pecs.

“Are you okay, Ben?” Ryoma asks, getting closer to him.

“I’m fine! It feels like no- bwwuuuoOORRPL!” Ben goes quiet, interrupted by his audibly churning gut. “Actually… huff I feel… off…” Ben fans himself. “Ughhh…” Suddenly feeling as if he were back visiting the Wind Tribe, the scorching heat as he trekked through the sand feeling all too close to right now, Ben struggles with his armor. Everything clings to him. Fabric feels too confining. He does his best to soothe himself.

“Ben!” Kaden and Ryoma rush over to Ben. They coddle him, having him take a seat on the ground. “Here, just take deep breaths,” Ryoma stands to the side. His eyes never waver from Ben’s panting state, a few beads of sweat rolling down his face.

Kaden waits on Ben’s other side. “I felt fine when I was hit, I promise! Maybe it’s poison for humans?” Kaden gets closer to him and sniffs him, nostrils placed right up to Ben’s face as he straddles him, Kaden's ass pressed up against Ben's crotch. He gives Ben some relief after a short while, back on Ben's side.

“I just… I feel so warm…” Ben grunts. He clenches his teeth for a short while before letting his head tilt back. “Hnghhh…” He reflexively rests a hand on his abs. His stomach continuing to gurgle, Ben lets out a small burp. And his stomach continues to loudly gurgle, his washboard abs washing away as he suddenly begins to grow. “Ough…” Ben moans. His head is fully tilted back, his face a scorching shade of red. His abs quickly disappear, the six pack softening and widening as flab replaces and covers it. The stretchy fabric adheres to Ben’s growing curves, his muscular thighs losing their shape as they fill up with lard. The elastic material shows off his widening body as Ben quickly loses all of the bulging muscles he had only a few minutes ago. And the top of his outfit begins to bulge out; the extremely low cut of his top shows off his growing bulge, a large round gut billowing past the black trimming of it. The karuta plating grows taut on his figure. His large, sagging tits press up against the rope of his shoulder armor, the rope stretched even more than it once was against his formerly broad pecs. Ben continues to grow; his biceps are completely washed away under a heaping helping of lard, the two once meaty arms even larger now with sagging rolls of arm fat. The armor wrapped around his gut is the first piece to come undone, the loose knot coming undone with his bulging torso needing room to grow. And grow Ben does, the once buff master ninja now rather obese, his gut seeping onto his broad, widened thighs. “So tight…” He complains, grunting as the rest of his armor feels piercingly tight.

“Here, let me help,” Kaden begins unlacing Ben’s bracers and tosses them away, getting the sharp pointed metal away from them all.

Ryoma starts helping Ben with the rest of his armor, unlacing all the rest of it. “It’ll be all fine, Ben. I’ll make sure of it,” Ryoma starts with the shoulders, his hands pressed up against Ben’s large breasts as they continue to swell with flab, more and more of them spilling out of the top. Then he quickly moves onto taking off the armor from his legs, needing to take care of it immediately with how dangerously it begins to creak and groan. And lastly, Ryoma unlaces the plating on his thighs. Ryoma has to dig his hands underneath Ben’s gut. Kaden’s hands squish against Ben's gut, Kaden needing to help Ryoma with Ben's gut getting in the way. Ryoma’s fingers get close to Ben’s crotch as he undoes the plating, Ben’s large dick ending up buried under a swathe of flab that is his blossoming fat pad along with his growing gut.

“We’ll take care of you, Ben. Don’t you worry,” Kaden practically straddles Ben as he fawns over him. His kimono is still undone; his smooth creamy skin is pressed up against all of Ben’s flab. “You are really soft though,” Kaden whispers, his hands roaming Ben’s flabby body; he cups the large pendulous breasts, his fingers squeezing Ben’s tits that are slowly starting to rival the size of Kaden’s head.

Ryoma takes part in Kaden’s groping. “As long as you’re okay, then maybe this is fine,” He rubs Ben’s gut. He has both hands all over the large flabby mass of fat as he teases and tests the heft of it.

Ben tries his best to not focus on Kaden’s caresses or the way Kaden’s trim yet defined chest is tauntingly right in front of his face. Even as the beginning effects of the magic begin to wear off, Ben slowly gaining a bit of lucidity back. But the semblance of thoughts regained doesn’t help with Ryoma also helping him and consoling him, that and the tingling he feels in his head and tits as well as his tail bone.

“Hmmm, so maybe some people are simply immune to the magic…” Niles muses, still watching the scene unfold in the distance. He catches a glimpse of Kaden, his ears and tails taunting him. “Or maybe…” He aims an arrow at Ryoma and shoots it.

And in the trio’s distraction, Niles hits a bullseye, directly hitting Ryoma as he takes the full force of the hit; Ryoma groans, clutching his gut as he stares up at Niles. But he says nothing, all the words that he might have are instead reduced to pants and wheezes. “This is… pant too hot…” The magic takes a smaller hold on Ryoma, his body well able in dealing with magical attacks. But he still feels the potent effects, bits and pieces of armor clinging onto the floor. His growing tummy doesn’t help with his armor. His defined, well built torso becomes flabby as his body begins to pack on the pounds, his blubbery love handles soon tightly pressing up against the red bits of rope holding his codpiece. His lower half is less receptive to the magic but they still fill out with fat. Ryoma’s thighs lose the definition they’ve built from years of training and marching, his legs filling up with flab as they begin to double in size, the upper portion of his thighs squishing up against each other. More and more of the inner rivulets of thigh fat begin to press up against itself, Ryoma’s ass pushes outward, his defined rear swelling into a blubbery cushion for his engorged body. But his breasts are the greatest recipient to his growth; his once defined pecs fit for a true warrior morph into two gelatinous, bulging tits. And with no support to hold them, they press up against his armor, the cool red metal tightly compressing his tits as he tries to paw at them.

“Ryoma…” Ben shifts his focus from his own fattened body and to Ryoma’s growing self; Ben gets an eye full of his Lord that looks like a smaller version of his own corpulent self. His vision shifts straight on over to Niles as he slowly stands up.

“H-hey! Sit back down! It’ll be alright, I promise. We’re sensitive to magic and this seems like it’ll be all fine. Plus I told you already. I don’t even smell poison,” Walking in front of him —Kaden stumbling backwards as he tries to stop him— Kaden rests his hands on Ben’s obese body, his flab wobbling with each step he takes. Kaden shifts his attention back over to Ryoma.

And Ryoma clearly needs some help, his growing self about half as big as Ben’s fat ass but still struggling with most of his armor still on. Ryoma’s face lacks the usual determined concentration it usually has. Instead, the expression is replaced with a contented, dopey smile. Even as his growing chubby self is quickly morphing into clearly fat territory and beyond that.

“Oh fine. Just don’t do anything stupid, please,” Kaden returns to Ryoma’s side. More and more of Ryoma’s armor ends up littering the floor, the codpiece the first thing Kaden takes off. “You’re not as soft as Ben, but you do feel nice too,” Kaden whispers in his ear, hands untying Ryoma’s helmet with his flabby near squirrel-like cheeks beginning to press against the tough red metal. The pieces of armor take longer for Kaden to remove. Ryoma's flab is poked and grabbed, blubbery skin squished under Kaden's expertise. The numerous pieces of armor helps slow him down, Kaden's own insistence on groping Ryoma slowing him further down. He helps Ryoma with the metal of his shoes and Kaden finally gets Ryoma into a seated position with his lower half finally able to freely move. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you and Ben. If you want, I can even take you two back to my hamlet,” Kaden has far less restraint with Ryoma than he does with Ben, the two of them much less nervous than him. Kaden’s ass rests on Ryoma’s lap, the comfortable spot growing even more spacious as Ryoma’s thighs fill further out, one thigh soon becoming the size of two of his own. The growing gut Ryoma sports does little to deter him from his personal seat; the expanding mass of flab is only something else for him to fawn over and play with in between taking off all the intricate bits of armor Ryoma has.

Ben not focused on helping Ryoma’s immediate situation, the retainer focuses instead on getting revenge for his Lord. He ignores the weight of his chest, the churning swollen chest threatening to make him topple over as he cumbersomely makes his way to Niles. The ache in his head is secondary, the small stubby horns he begins to sprout attributed to his anger at his Lord being attacked. The tail forming behind him feels imaginary, the aching heat nothing more than an afterthought as he charges at Niles, shouting his name.

For his part, Niles remains calm. Far, far away from Ben —and a steep craggy terrain to help him further— he simply keeps another arrow nocked into his bow. He watches as the final effects of the magic begin to take hold of Ben, his transformation into a fat bull nearly complete by the time he sprouts ears; the long fluffy ears that replace his once human ones flick as he laboriously trudges at Niles.

“Niles! I’ll -huff get -wheeze I’ll…” Ben still gaining weight, his already immense growing size has left him nearly immobile; the nearly seven hundred pound bull comes to a near crawl.

“You sure are receptive to the spell. Fitting for a meathead like you. I wonder…” An idea in his head, Niles consults no one but himself as he shoots another enchanted arrow at Ben. He hits another bullseye on the now transformed bull, the shot as easy as hitting a barn with Ben barely able to waddle.

Ben’s body expands even further. He comes quickly crashing down, Ben ending up on his large ass as he fills up with even more fat. “N-no-nnnnghh….” His eyes are closed, Ben pants all the while, more and more of the ground covered by his growing lard. He desperately tries moving, legs unwilling to cooperate besides more than a couple of thrashes. And his arms try for a while before they continue to fill up with fat as well, their already sluggish movements slowing down before they too become unwilling to budge an inch. All Ben can do is wiggle his fingers and toes, those too slowly becoming smothered in lard.

Kaden’s eyes widen. “Come on… up!” Kaden’s arms lift with all their might, tugging at Ryoma to get him standing, thankful for the initial stupefying effect to be nearly done.

“I… Kaden?” Ryoma leans on Kaden. His legs struggle for a scant few moments, the bulk of his four hundred pounds heft a strange sensation before he grows accustomed to it. More of his clothes begin to fall off of his hefty body, shreds of the white fabric on the floor. Ryoma is still growing. More flab accumulates on his bulky self. Especially in his gut, Ryoma's swelling belly sagging past the now destroyed waistband of his pants. He leans only a bit against Kaden, careful to not overtax Kaden's lithe frame. His hands can't help but wander Kaden's exposed torso, his pudgy fingers caressing the silky smooth skin. But he still sluggishly walks, following Kaden’s lead. “Niles did this to Ben?” He whispers to himself, gazing at Ben’s corpulence as it billows out in all directions. His question comes out softly, a hushed moan escaping him as he finds no harsh remark to say.

Instead, as the two finally make their way to the fully immobilized Ben, Ryoma practically topples over, resting on the massive mattress smothering sized Ben. Ryoma’s still growing figure looks emaciated next to Ben.

“Ryoma…” Ben whines, his breath clearly labored.

Ryoma pulls back his flabby hand, his over swollen digits coated in a strange liquid. “Nngh…” Clutching his head, Ryoma feels his own horns beginning to form, the two thick brown horns quickly growing an entire foot above his head. His tail pokes out from underneath his top, the large bushy tail matching the same deep shade of brown as his thick, flowing mane of hair.

“Oh…” Kaden presses a hand to Ben’s chest, one over swollen breast too large to be lifted up with a single hand, said breasts now large enough to smother Kaden’s entire torso as well. “Well looks like you are nothing but a fat bull now after all,” Kaden’s nose twitches, giving the cloyingly sweet milk a sniff. “You do look like you could use some help,”

“Ah-ahhhhhh…” Ben’s eyes roll to the back of his head as Kaden sucks straight from his right tight, his tongue lapping up the torrent of milk. His fingers are clenched around the useless pile of lard while he coaxes more milk from Ben’s needy breasts.

Kaden keeps going. His face ends up drenched, milk spurting out from Ben’s tits as it squirts onto his face and drips down his torso. So enraptured, the kitsune unaffected by the magic in the first place fails to notice the bit of weight he gains, the fattening milk clearly filling out his rail thin body. Kaden gains a few pounds for the first time in his life; his flat stomach soon turns into a prominent belly. He swells with each deep, wanton gulp, Kaden’s leggings become more sheer as he grows. He shifts his stance, needing to widen his legs as his thighs widen, his legs extremely receptive to his growing weight. And with his kimono still undone, his gut is free to sag without any fabric getting in the way. All over, Kaden looks round by the time he finally pulls away from Ben’s chest with a contented burp. Kaden’s lower half is clearly affected the most, his thighs now bulging with a wider stance from his bottom heavy figure. And his once perky bubble butt is filled with fat, the two rotund cheeks sagging from their weight despite how tightly they press up against his pants. His large scarf helps cover up his flabby chin, an extra bit of heft notable on his face.

“Ahhh… Your milk was super thick and heavy,” Kaden sighs, his newfound belly jiggling while he gives it a few pats.

Ryoma stares at Kaden. His own chest churning with milk, he winces a bit from the buildup of pressure. “Thanks for the help,” Ryoma stands closer, the now torn shreds of his top on the floor and giving Kaden free access to his large tits. Kaden wastes no time, happy to help Ryoma with his own problem. Tears run down his pants as he continues to drink, thighs widening with flab as his ass soon begins to lose its shape. With nowhere near as much milk in Ryoma, Kaden has the time to take a large swig from both breasts, Kaden pushing them together as he takes turns lapping up as much as he can from both of them. More and more of his leggings begin to strain as he widens out once again. They begin to tear, small wisps of his porcelain skin peeking past the sheer, black leggings. His leggings also begin to fall down his ass and his kimono fails to cover them with it not being long enough. His arms start to struggle a bit by the end of it, his much flabbier arms quivering from not only the weight of Ryoma’s tits but from the weight of his own arms as well. About another hundred pounds slathered onto his body, Kaden’s pear shaped self is even more apparent on his three hundred pound porker of a body. His kimono is in complete ruins, the sleeves uncomfortably tight around his shoulders and arms. And the fabric frames his bulging little belly, the fabric unable to be wrapped around him any more. He wipes away the last bit of milk that stains his cheeks. Kaden takes deep, heavy breaths, his aching gut suddenly full in such a quick span of time. And even then, the allure of more milk seems to call out to him, Kaden needing to shake his head to clear his mind.

“You taste really sweet,” He grabs his beaststone, energy restored after the long trek. “But let me take care of something,” Transformed into his fox form even faster than the flash of light that envelops him appears, Kaden immediately comes bundling over to Niles.

“Aww, does someone want revenge? Well, go on right ahead,” Niles treks down the rocks, approaching the kitsune that goes faster than he or any horse could ever hope to outrun.

“I’m glad that we’re in agreement then!” Kaden shapeshifts back midair, leaping at Niles. Stealing an arrow from his quiver, he plunges the head of it into Niles abdomen.

Niles lets out a small burp, already prematurely rubbing his gut before any flab can start forming. “I already told you, didn't I? There’s nothing harmful about this. Ooof…” Niles grabs and gropes himself as he feels himself slowly fill out, the transformation much less effective on him with how resistant to magic he is. But it still fills him out, Niles gaining more than an extra hundred pounds onto his svelte, trim body. Like Kaden, Niles has a bit of a pear shape to him, his thighs and ass clearly filling up more than his flabby belly does. But unlike Kaden, Niles’ clothes are prepared for the transformation; all of his attire stays perfectly well fitted from their enchantment, all of it growing as he does. And after a while, Niles finally sprouts his own horns, the extra appendages a silvery gray in contrast to Ryoma and Ben’s. His chest looks more fitting on a woman, Niles’ busty breasts filled out with the milk he’s already beginning to produce. He even pulls down the ruffled neckline of his shirt.

“Well? I’m sure you're dying for a taste,” Niles teases, holding a breast in one hand.

And Kaden obliges. He voraciously guzzles down the bit of milk that Niles produces. He practically sucks him dry, not a single bit of milk wasted with a smaller area to work on. “Hmmm, you taste more refreshing, as if it were cold,” Kaden belches, rubbing his gut. The effects of the milk clearly displayed on Kaden again, he’s gained around fifty extra pounds on top of the already large amount of weight from how much he drank from Ben and Ryoma, Kaden looking more than twice his original size with him clearly being well into four hundred pounder territory. The last spurt of his growth causes his leggings to finally tear to shreds, most of it reduced to scraps. His ass juts out behind him, the large rear too big to properly sit in the chairs in Castle Shirasagi as it even makes his fluffy tail seem small, the upper curve of his ass pressing up against it.

“No one’s ever mentioned how it tastes. I’m sure the mages will love you. And well, a promise is a promise. You three wait here while I get a carriage for you,” Niles waves at Ben, giving him a smile. “I’ll get a couple of rescue staves for you. We’re going to need them just to slowly lug your fat ass around,”

Kaden does as Nilles says and waits with the two much more massive men. Even with his own sudden weight gain, Kaden barely weighs half as much as Ryoma’s morbidly obese self, Hoshido’s king reduced to a barely mobile bull. And next to Ben, both Ryoma and Kaden together pale in comparison to him, Ben absolutely dwarfing his lord and best friend.

Ben no longer even resembles the bulky, beefy body he used to have, his old physique more reminiscent of ax swinging barbarians than a ninja. And now, his body is akin to a prized hog. But even a hog has a semblance of a shape, Ben left an absolute near shapeless blob that’s lucky to have zero furniture get in the way of all his corpulence. Ben’s newfound horns and ears are hard to make out past all his girth. Weighing an astonishing couple of tons, Ben’s gut surges out in front of him; the cascading gut —that’s larger than Kaden and Ryoma combined— consists of numerous rolls that reach further than his feet. His feet are amorphous blobs, the two thick limbs wider than the numerous columns in Nohr’s architecture. His legs are nothing more than adornments, the two of them completely immobile like the entire rest of him. And so are his arms, the two bulging arms far bigger than the beefy biceps they once were; Ben’s arms are permanently stuck at an angle from his bulging belly fat along with his immense tits. Ben’s tits are absolutely immense. Each swollen jug is large enough to be used as a personal seat, his chest now large enough to rival a person in size alone. And his ass surges out behind him. His exposed rear spills out behind him, his amorphous ass no longer the perky, muscular bubble butt. The small, little bull tail he sprouted during his transformation feels like an afterthought on his enormity, the tail practically smothered in between all of his lard.

Ryoma is no slouch as well. He looks noticeably much larger. And not from the fat alone, Ryoma’s tall, thick horns that sprouted from his head making him seem taller as well as more menacing despite his porcine figure. Still mobile unlike Ben, Ryoma seemingly doesn’t have much longer till even that is nothing more than a memory. Especially with the way his gut begins to gurgle, a feast much like the one held once Anankos had been defeated being demanded by Ryoma’s currently insatiable self. His upper half is the largest aspect of himself; his gut sags far past his crotch, the gut grazing his swollen knees, the flabby, grabbable lard sagging far past those as well. The sides of Ryoma’s bulging love handles press up against the similarly bulging upper rolls of his gut, Ryoma’s lard melding together. And his tits are similarly as favored as his gut. The two large breasts are larger than Ryoma’s own bloated face, his numerous chins and necks jiggling with each deep breath he takes. Ryoma has a trickle of milk running down his sagging gut. He does his best to not touch his churning tits, not willing to cause himself to make a mess. His width hides his bushy bull tail, the wagging tail still hard to see behind him.

Kaden looking like a trained warrior next to Ryoma’s barely mobile self, he looks absolutely emaciated next to Ben. And not having been turned into a fat bull unlike the two of them, the amount of milk he’s drunk has left him rather obese. His clothes are in tatters; some scraps of clothes are left on his clothes unlike the two fat blobs of men. Kaden is also bottom heavy unlike the other two. His ass bulges behind him, each swollen cheek wobbling behind him whenever he shifts his portly weight. And his thighs struggle to stay apart with their width despite how spread out his legs are. Kaden’s hands rub against the underside of his sizable gut; his hands rub back and forth as he cradles it. His bushy tail slowly wags behind him, the large, fluffy tail peeking out behind him.

“Hey this isn’t so bad, right?” Kaden takes a seat on Ben’s gut, sinking into his tons of lard. Draping himself over Ben’s girth, he slowly rubs Ben’s flab.

Ben’s face is red, his mind finally snapped free from the magic. “I… dammit. But I failed,” Ben glumly responds. If he were able to cross his arms, he would. But instead, his arms stay uselessly splayed to the side, his leaking breasts pressed up against them. He tries to focus on his failure and not the way Kaden and Ryoma so casually treat him like a plaything, both of them using him as their own personal bed as if it were nothing.

Ryoma erupts into a fit of laughter. Fat jiggles as he laughs, strips of torn clothes falling off his morbidly obese figure. Dribbles of milk spill down Ryoma’s large breasts with him being just as much as a bull as Ben despite his smaller size. “It’s alright, Ben. If it were someone else, then we would all have taken it much more seriously,”

Kaden sagely nods his head, his double chin squishing against itself. “Yeah. We all know Niles plays around too much,”

“Still. It’s no excuse for me to fail,” Ben doesn’t look at either of them. His face feels as red as a fire tome. He eventually lifts his gaze with Ryoma’s heavy breathing.

Ryoma’s tired huffs sound out as he adjusts himself, sluggishly moving his nearly immobile self on top of Ben's five times as heavy enormity, his retainer probably too big to even fit in his room back in Shirasagi. His own exposed flab slaps against Ben’s lake of lard, Ryoma getting closer to his face. “Alright -wheeze then…” Ryoma catches his breath for a moment as he takes a seat on Ben’s tits. And Kaden joins in climbing Ben, Ben wobbling as if there was an earthquake. “If you want a punishment, then you’ll have to be our personal bed for the meantime,” Ryoma squeezes Ben’s cheeks, both hands unable to even properly grasp a single cheek alone. A glint in his eye —the small little sparkle resembling the picturesque beginnings of sunrise fitting for the country founded by the Dawn Dragon— Ryoma slowly leans down, lard squished against lard as he presses his lips against Ben’s. Ryoma is gentle, just like his first few instructions back when Ben had just become his retainer, taking his sweet slow time.

Ben stays still, not that he could lean back from the kiss. But he wouldn’t even if he could, Ben’s blobular face squished against Ryoma’s porcine jowls. His breath is slow, Ben unable to stop himself from pathetically mewling. Even as Ryoma pulls back, a faint grin on his face unlike Ben’s red stricken jowls.

“I can agree with that!” Kaden joins the two, climbing Ben’s immense body and taking a nice comfortable spot on his backside. “I’m sure Ryoma and I will take great care of our new bed too,” Kaden’s fingers rub the tip of Ben’s horns. Kaden adjusts himself, getting closer as he looks upside down at Ben; his orange strands frame his puffy face, Kaden cheerfully smiling before leaning down. Both hands sink into Ben’s arms as he uses them for support. Kaden kisses Ben, his far more rough as he bites at Ben’s pudgy lips. Kaden loudly huffs through his nose. He also gives Ben a breastfull with his position, the Kitsune as taunting and teasing as ever.

Ben fully embraces the kiss, much more ready for the second one. He simply stays in place like with Ryoma’s kiss, Ben completely unable to even shift his head; Ben’s loud breathing matches Kaden’s, Ben moans nearly as loud as he tries to catch his breath even once Kaden finally pulls back.

Ryoma simply hums in agreement. His hands resume in fondling Ben’s jowls, one hand eventually straying to ruffle Ben’s hair. “And we’ll make sure our bed never goes hungry. “Do you find this punishment fitting?” Ryoma and Kaden stare down at Ben.

“Yes…” He meekly responds, eyes wide as Ryoma and Kaden continue to fondle him as punishment, all of them waiting to be taken to the magic facility that created the spell they’re currently afflicted by.

#fat emblem #male weight gain #ssbhm #feeder emblem #fat fiction #maleweightgain #extreme weight gain #my writing #commission #cow tf #cow transformation

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cutest-big-dragon · 1 year ago

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Anhedonia & Apathy playlist:

Title - Artist format

Give me ideas for songs to add/remove!

I just don't care that much - Matt Maeson

Me and my friends are lonely - Matt Maeson

Hallucinogenics - Matt Maeson

Under my skin - Jukebox the ghost

This is love - Air traffic controller

Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Lent - Autoheart

Agoraphobia - Autoheart

Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott

Is this what you wanted - Grandson

Great vacation - Dirt poor robins

Do I wanna know? - Arctic monkeys

Why'd you only call me when you're high? - Arctic monkeys

Achilles come down - GANGOFYOUTHSBAND

Sweater weather - The neighborhood

Pigeon - Cavetown

Home - Cavetown

Devil town - Cavetown

Poison - Stick and poke

21 guns - Green day

Breezeblocks - Alt-J

Stolen dance - Milky chance

Black hole sun - Soundgarden

Blackboard.edu - Arlie

Didya think - Arlie

Big Fat Mouth - Arlie

Tossing and turning - Arlie

Too long - Arlie

Water damage - Arlie

Freaks - Surf Curse

Why do you feel so down? - Declan McKenna

Chasing cars - Snow patrol

Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

Line without a hook - Ricky Montgomery

This December - Ricky Montgomery

Can't the future just wait - Kaden MacKay

Blow my brains out - Tikkle Me

Washing machine heart - Mitski

Nobody - Mitski

Lost kitten - Metric

Birds (feat. Terrence Williams Jr) - Thomas Sanders

Misanthropic drunken loner - Days N' Daze

Oh Ana - Mother mother

Hayloft - Mother mother

It's alright - Mother mother

The stand - Mother mother

Verbatim - Mother mother

Temple grandin - AJJ

Candy jail - AJJ

Sick boi - Ren

Money game - Ren

HMU - Tobias Dray

Still feel. - Half•alive

Arrow - Half•alive

Creature - Half•alive

What's Wrong - Half•alive

The fall - Half•alive

Tip toes - Half•alive

Aawake at night - Half•alive

Young - Vacations

Chasin' Honey - Wild Party

Icarus - Jason Webly

Map - Jason Webly

Dance while the sky crashes down - Jason Webly

Last song - Jason Webly

Love me, normally - Will Wood

Kombucha - Winnetka Bowling Leauge

Curses - The crane wives

Tongues & Teeth - The crane wives

Wolf - First aid Kit

Interpol - Evil

I think I like when it rains - WILLIS

Space song - Beachhouse

I'd rather sleep - Kero Kero Bonito

Flamingo - Kero Kero Bonito

Safe and sound - Capital cities

THE BOTTOM - MICHELLE

As the world caves in - Matt Matlese

Everything's Fine (Nuke Song) - Roe Kapera

Hello my old heart - The oh hellos

Constellations - The oh hellos

Trying my best - Anson Sebra

"Two" - Sleeping at last

Two Birds on a wire - Regina Spektor

Wittgenstein's Arm - Niel Halstead

I see fire - Ed Sheeran

Float on - Modest mouse

No children - The mountain goats

This year - The mountain goats

Up the wolves - The mountain goats

Steal smoked fish - The mountain goats

Going to Georgia - The mountain goats

Damn these vampires - The mountain goats

Woke up new - The mountain goats

Love love love - The mountain goats

Old college try - The mountain goats

Twin size mattress - The front bottoms

THE EDGE - Panicland

Let me down slowly - Alec Benjamin

Water fountain - Alec Benjamin

If I killed someone for you - Alec Benjamin

Gabriel - Alec Benjamin

Paper crown - Alec Benjamin

I'm not a cynic - Alec Benjamin

Must've been the wind - Alec Benjamin

If we have each other - Alec Benjamin

Gotta be a reason - Alec Benjamin

Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin

Boy in the bubble - Alec Benjamin

Sleepwalk - Forrest Day

Handlebars - Flobots

Stuff is way - They might be giants

Ship in a bottle - Fin

Far from home (The Raven) - Sam Tinnesz

Trouble's coming - Royal blood

Can't stop - Red hot chili peppers

Californification - Red hot chili peppers

Under the bridge - Red hot chili peppers

Snow (hey oh) - Red hot chili peppers

Otherside - Red hot chili peppers

Scar Tissue - Red hot chili peppers

Wonderwall - Oasis

Might be right - White reaper

Cyr - Smashing pumpkins

The middle - Jimmy eat world

Say it ain't so - Weezer

Dissolve - Absofacto, NITESHIFT

Kids - MGMT

Little dark age - MGMT

Overwhelmed - Royal & the serpent.

Cradles - Sub urban

Out of style - The wrecks

This life I have - The wrecks

Freaking out - The wrecks

Typical story - Hobo Johnson

Peach scone - Hobo Johnson

Subaru Crosstreck XV - Hobo Johnson

Uglykid (ft. Elohim) - Hobo Johnson

I want a dog - Hobo Johnson

Moverawayer - Hobo Johnson

My therapist - Hobo Johnson

All in my head - Hobo Johnson

Trashbag baby - SWMRS

Cash machine - Oliver Tree

Miracle Man - Oliver Tree

Alien boy - Oliver Tree

Upside down - Oliver Tree

Introspective - Oliver Tree

Life goes on - Oliver Tree

All that - Oliver Tree

Enemy - Oliver Tree

Let me down - Oliver Tree

Hurt - Oliver Tree

Slingshot - Goodkid

Die happy - DREAMERS

Dead inside - Younger Hunger

Dying in a hot tub - Palaye royale

Lonley - Palaye royale

Terrible things - Brick + Mortar

War - GRMLN

Pretty little head - Eliza Rickman

Better. - Super Whatevr

Runs in the family - Amanda Palmer

Oh, death - SUGR

Better than me - Brobecks

Are you bored yet? (ft. Clario) - Wallows, Clario

Messy - Twin XL

Elevate - Public Theatre

1000 - Your neighbors

Fools - ufo ufo

Dirty imbecile - The happy fits

Dirty night clowns - Chris Garneau

Bridges & Balloons - The Decemberists

Constantinople - The Decemberists

Downhill - Lincoln

Here we go again - Tea

Ally - We the kings

It rains in nyc - Dalynn

The fox - North bloom

Mississippi Swells - Nana Grizol

Cemetery - COIN

Felt like I had died - Left at London

Angel eyes and basketball - Foot Ox

I've been dead all day - Bayside

Wait a minute - WILLOW

High dive - WHY?

Echo in the corner of the room - The frights

I'm gonna win - Rob Cantor

Holy fuck I'm finally done thank god

Fun music tho <3

#music #playlist #mental health #vent

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guttedroach · 4 months ago

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I NEEEEEEEEEED TO GET OVER THAT FAT WHORE !! SHE NEVER LOVED ME !!@ SHE NEVER LOVED YOU KADEN GET OVER IT

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mirandamckenni1 · 1 year ago

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Cringey Christian Clickbait: "Autism Cured by God" Today we're looking at one of the worst channels I've ever come across, a super cringe Christian channel which ticks every 'controversial' clickbait topic, from transphobia to 'curing' autism with God. Join this channel to get stompid emmotes (see what I did there) https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBP1symGPqYIqi86gaXiX-Q/join Captions by David Glennon: [email protected] Like and subscribe if you enjoyed! Website: https://ift.tt/xo9XirZ Emma Thorne Extra: https://www.youtube.com/@EmmaThorneBackstage Gaming Channel: https://www.youtube.com/LittleDuckGaming Twitch: https://ift.tt/GiZS7UK Instagram: @emmainashes Twitter: @EmmaTheGoblin Patreon: https://ift.tt/Qq6yh5R Merch: https://emma-thorne.com Ko-Fi: https://ift.tt/X8O4iKk PO BOX: Emma Thorne PO Box 78387 LONDON E4 0HY Timecodes: 00:00 Start 01:37 On "Cringe" 05:02 Kaden Pody's Channel 08:40 "Autism set free" Video 18:30 MrBeast Video Huge thank you to my Colossal Quackers and Giant Chickens on Patreon! Alex Aspen Bill Garrett Chad Stewart Chaotic Quakka Childfree Matto Chocolate Jesus Douglas Steingraber 2 Fat Houdini HiMyNameIsSpoon Jaderian Jason Haase Jeremy Buck John newman Kori Gailliot Lord Nibbles Dankworth IX Marissa Arciero Mike Nick Muggio Philip Doherty Robi Groves Samandme59 Sean Hamill supremepotato 471 Vermont1777 A very confused looking badger Aaron Reece Aaron Speer Abigail Hess Alexander C Fairbanks Alltag Amber Ambo aka Fearless Ambassador Andrew Andy is ducking around April Washburn Asinga Skeladale Azku Baked Bads Ben Eiynk Bert Whitehead Bike Murns Brandon Brian B Brian McKemey Broos Nemanic Buddmeister2.0 C Cackles Catherine the Great Ceilidh Chantale Charlie edwins ChickFilADeathFries(John) Chris Davies Chris Simpson cmd Connie Wright Connla "Chicken Maximus" Lyons Cory Garner Danny Danny Van Hecke Darren McHaffie Darth_Rondoudou DasMonitor Dave Kircher Dave Smith David Daylin denny5252 Dr. Mint Dreffed Dylan Sweetland Eamonn Sheridan Ephemeral Entropy Buffer FalcorTheGinger Farron Sutton Faye The Succubus Flash -prez- Bluewolf Flirty Imp Franciszek Stefanek Fulcrum GamingRidge gay of reckoning Geeeee (NOT FOR VIDEOS) George Bush gm gm GrayV Greymond Henry Curtis I climbed the rope ladder to face dictator of the world JadedJabberwocky James Crick James Eastwood Jan Bojarp Jason Metcalf Jason Runcie jedidragonwarriorqueen jghfghjhgy Jilly Gee Jim Lathrop Jo Ro John Fry Justin Rogers Kent Woodward Kevin Levites Kiwi Satan Kristjan Wager LadyKeira Laker Sparks Laughing Sisyphus Lizzy Gayle Lucie Lamprell Lulidine Lynn Dobbs Lynn Shackelford Manny Roman Mark Threlfall Matthew Goderre Matthew Green Mattus McChicken Nuggetus MilesTeg (aka Jim Bennett) Militant Agnostic miss_bunburyist Mogarringa Mordlex 200 Mr Cya Mr Smeeth Mr. Creosote Nerd Fiction Niamh Coghlan Nick Ellis NINJARED Nixie Noisy Blue NotMyselfThisTime Novaria Lebedev Nullunit ohsosmooth Paul McGinty paul mueller PaulM Payne309 Peter Kyrouac pewmewnoire pewmewnoire PlatypusBear Plux Quique León RacingPig razbitom Red Ochsenbein Repti-Verse Richard Jackson RileyTheTortoise Rosyna Keller RPGMP3 Rudy Bee samsbro1952 . samsbro1952 . Sarah Chavis Sean Siliconself Silly Kristy Silly Kristy SIRIUSLY SuperSquidHunk taisau Tank Lowe Tax Man That person The Shropshire Lad ThmsR Thomas V Lohmeier Tracey O'Raw Valyrie Ville Paanasalo VinceWasSu Wasatch Witch WeirdyBeardy Will Crouch William Witt Willow the Wendigo Zuhl via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9GOeAgdGoI

#IFTTT #YouTube #Youtube

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kresnikxkaden · 9 months ago

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"A jailbreak," Kaden repeated, brows knitting together in confusion. Sure, he was "grounded" and not allowed to leave the castle, that didn't mean he couldn't see Merek when he wanted. Ares swiftly settled down once Merek gave him the appropriate amount of attention since he was well familiar with the pyromancer. "I'd say that'd make me mighty fat and sassy," he said, standing up as he faced his boyfriend, still skeptical about all this being so easy to get away with. "Is Gaudet okay with this...?" He highly doubted Lucien signed off on it, not that Kaden really cared what his master thought. he didn't want to see Merek get in trouble.

"Hello, puppy." Merek greeted with a grin as the dog barked wildly at him, reaching out to rub a hand between Ares' ears. The pyromancer turned his attention quickly to his boyfriend, practically beaming now at the question. He wasn't really sure how the kresnik would react to his idea, but he would bet the older man was probably going stir crazy trapped in the castle after getting used to having the freedom. While Merek couldn't get him free for very long, he could offer him at least a few hours to do what he'd like...well, whatever he'd like with the collar still around his neck. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything that Merek could do about that particular annoyance.

"I believe they call it a jail break. Well. A temporary one." Something that Lucien might still kill him for, but that was a problem for if and when the councilman found out he'd broken into his suite. "What would you say to going down to the village for a couple of hours, dear?"

#p: surprise visit #para #merekhopper

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the-forbidden-tuna · 2 years ago

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Art trade I did, about time I drew best fox boi

#fat!kaden #fat!ryoma #fat emblem #fatty emblem #malewg #my art #myart

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kanonffa · 5 years ago

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The original image is a bit suggestive, even though it really does not show anything. So I self-censor, because why not.

Kind of NSFW

It is evident but it is not so evident. (¿Me explico? jaja) Someone suggested Kaden trying not to feel good while being treated by a slime. He's trying... haha~

Full version on twitter

Only one remains~

#kanonart #klineart #KSuggestion #male weight gain #male expansion #slime inflation #belly kink #fe chub #Fat!Kaden #I feel that anatomy is not so good but I liked the final result.#Damn i love slimes...#Wanto draw slimed taku :T #UUUUY papá~

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pangtasias-atelier · 1 year ago

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Hey there your back,can you write an modern au of Corrin being roommates with obese Keaton and obese Kaden. Corrin having to live with them results in him gaining weight on his hips and losing mobility in only a year?

I see Corrin request, I go feral ajnjabnsj. Also love seeing the two furrybait lmao. Kinda went crazy with like describing sized instead of much else but this got long lmao so I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: This is a fetish story!

Corrin has no time to grab anything from the fridge to make dinner. Not when his new roommates come up from behind him.

“Why don’t we order out? My treat this time,” Kaden rubs up against Corrin, his massive hips that billow outward pressing into Corrin’s own lithe limbs.

“Yeah! And I’ll get the dessert,” Keaton on the other side of Corrin, he wedges him in between the two of them. His large sagging gut bulges out in front of him and to the sides.

Corrin’s face is a flushed red. In between the two massive men, he has no form of escape. “I… Well we’ve been eating out for the past week,” Corrin speaks up. Looking at himself, he stares at the small bubbling bundle of flab that is his belly, the bad habits of his new roommates already heavily affecting him despite only being a week in to living with them.

“And? Ordering out beats cooking,” Keaton belches, the meaty sounding burp sounding out for several seconds from his light snack half an hour ago. Keaton pulls Corrin away, his large, flabby hand wrapped around the far thinner man’s wrist.

Kaden follows behind the two. His ass wobbles with each step he takes, the two ponderously sized thighs that have reportedly been the reason for a much wider door—a story that Corrin takes to heart with both Kaden and Keaton’s weight—struggle to make much movement, especially anything halfway passing for graceful or quick. “We’re still celebrating you moving in,” For all his weight, Kaden still manages to give Corrin one final push on to the couch.

“I guess,” Corrin stays in his spot. His face still shows off the bright little streak of faint red on his cheeks despite his supposed complaining. Seated at the very center of the couch, the furniture still has ample enough room for several other occupants.

Most of the room quickly goes away from the 600 pound lardass of a wolfskin on Corrin’s right. “Ahh,” Keaton sighs. He rubs his gut, the pile of flab easily giving from the pressure of his thick, fattened fingers.

It only takes a couple of minutes for dinner to arrive. Kaden already prepared, he grabs the multiple bags of food from the all too accustomed delivery man who doesn’t even bat an eye upon seeing the 600 pound kitsune that’s dressed only in shorts that hide none of his flabby rolls. “Hoshidan takeout. Just how you like it,” Kaden plops the several bags onto the low, wide table that’s right in front of the couch.

The other side of open space next to Corrin is taken up by another fattass. Kaden wastes no time in propping open a couple of boxes and digging in. His large breasts make a great table for his box, the two meaty tits larger than the container is.

Corrin takes a moment longer than the other two men, but the passing moment is only brief before he too starts to eat at the feast in front of him. Being squeezed in between so much fat by two men alone still leaves Corrin surprised at the sensation. A nice sensation, he thinks.

The three men tear through the bevvy of take out boxes in front of them as the tuned out sound of the television playing some sort of rerun for the countless time. The same is true for their daily routine, another day lazing about and eating on the couch happening for the eighth day in a row.

Despite having to deal with just over 1400 pounds of man fat, the couch does its very best to deal with the staggering weight without a single complaint. Kaden on the left side of the couch, the obese kitsune has an hourglass figure at his size, well as close as one can get with his still substantial gut from weighing slightly above 600 pounds back when Corrin had just moved in. His large thighs stretch out the thin strap of fabric for shorts. The taut fabric meant to be a deep, royal shade of blue is now a lighter shade with how taut it is. Especially with his ass that juts out behind him and stretches out the fabric, his ass also slipping out the waistband of them. His thighs are large enough to struggle with any chair meant for thin, regularly sized people. The two massive tree trunk sized thighs are pushed up against each other as much as they can be with all his own blubber in the way. His breasts larger than any women’s, Kaden’s large rack manages to sit on top of his large gut despite the size of his tits. They begin to creep over the edge of his gut and play slightly down the flabby hill of his stomach. Keaton on the right side of the couch, the also 600 pound, obese wolfskin sports most of his heft in his enormous gut that blankets his thighs and anything else that gets in its way. The large pile of lard has nothing in the way of clothes to obstruct it, not when keaton only wears a scantily tight pair of shorts that bulges from his fat pad. The upper rolld of lard that makes up his fat pad pushes past the waistband, sweaty rolls of lard making contact with the lower, hidden underside of his gut. Keaton’s stomach takes up the majority of his lap, all space needed to accommodate such a fine, hefty piece of meat. Keaton’s breasts also have a sizable amount of fat in them; his large chest has no definition to it anymore, the two tits splay down both sides of his gut to touch his large love handles when seated. His large, flabby arms practically use his breasts as a cushion with how much both body parts jut out in all directions. Keaton’s thighs and ass still struggle with his shorts despite his large top-heavy shape.

And Corrin, well Corrin is an absolute twig compared to the two of them. Even compared to just one of the obese, gluttonous pigs for me, Corrin is the model of healthy eating and fitness. And with him wedged in between the two men—an increasingly common occurrence—he is nothing more than the daintiest tree branch ready to snap off next to two full grown trees, even after his noticeable weight gain from just a week’s worth of living with them. Always the thinnest, most svelte man in any room from his lithe figure, Corrin still holds the title next to Kaden and Keaton even while sporting a small tummy from his constant binging from the two bad habits that he now lives with; a tummy that now presses against the tight, non stretch material of his shirt, the slightest hint of his creamy skin visible with a small bit of pudge that peeks out of his black tee. And his shorts also struggle against his extra weight. Corrin still wears his workout shorts, probably in some vain hope and thought that he’ll work off the extra bit of weight, despite having never done anything more than walking around the house before Kaden and Keaton cajole him into gorging with them. Corrin’s lower half already takes well to his extra girth. His two thighs that were already pretty notable from genes and some extra guidance with his workouts are now flabby; the two legs have a sizable amount of blubber encasing them. Though his shorts fit him fine for the most part, the only issue arriving when he puts them on or takes them off, getting them past his perky bubble butt that’s gotten flabbier and larger along with his legs.

And despite his increased weight, or perhaps even because of it, Corrin still indulges with Kaden and Keaton. He tears into the food in front of him with gusto. He only thinks about the wonderful belly rubs and insistence on eating even more food he’ll get from the two far more obese men by the time the most likely tubs of ice cream for dessert finally arrive.

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“Bouurghp…” Corrin lets out a small burp. Reclining in his own personal chair now, Corrin pats and rubs his paunch as he digests his meal. Already well influenced by Kaden and Keaton, he no longer resembles his former self. Especially when he’s managed to put on more than 200 entire pounds of nothing but lard in just three months of living with the two men.

The largest recipient of Corrin's gorging and feasting is his hips and ass. The two wide legs spread out on the armchair, the now 400 pound, wide Corrin taking up the entire expanse of the chair with his thighs pressed up against the armrests. Corrin's shorts are now replaced with a larger pair, multiple pairs purchased as he simply got fatter and fatter. His preference for fight fitting clothes continues to work in his favor, the shorts immensely tight with Corrin not having bought a new pair in some time. His shorts especially struggle with covering up his ass. The two bountiful curves that make up his large rump spill out his shorts, the flabby bits of his ass that is covered squished underneath the stretchy fabric. His stomach also having grown from his habits, the gut droops onto his lap, the lowermost layer of flab just barely creeping up onto his lap and sinking into the crevice of blubber where his two large thighs press up against each other. Especially with no shirt to keep his gut contained, Corrin adopting the same dress code as his roommates along with their eating habits. Corrin's moobs have little shape or definition to them anymore. The two flabby breasts relax right on his gut as he leans back. Corrin keeps his arms to the side after eating his meal. His biceps that are filled out with flab press up against his gut while they rest on the armrests.

"I hope you're ready for your after dessert snack," Kaden smiles from the comfort of the couch. The obese kitsune gropes himself after enjoying his usual dinner, the messy remnants of plates and boxes still littering the living room.

The couch is half empty, the entire right half of the massive furniture barren with Keaton currently standing up. "You're going to eat everything I give you, you hear? Especially after you did it for Kaden yesterday. Not that I care," Keaton huffs. His tail still wags behind him despite the small frown on his face Keaton carries an entire gallon of gainer shake; his lips still are smattered with the remnants of his own smaller portion.

Unlike Corrin, the two men have gained only a small amount of weight, the extra dozen pounds rather negligible on the two lard asses. Corrin's weight staggering, and also enjoyable to see the twink absolutely blimp out, the two men have been focusing on fattening him up. And incredibly happy to see the results, Corrin fat enough now to no longer be able to sit on the couch with them from there no longer being enough room for all three of them.

"I- of course I will," Despite the usual flush of embarrassment on his face, Corrin tries to keep his calm. His nerves still get the best of him sometimes even if he is enjoying himself, the dragon still retaining some of his embarrassment even after becoming more confident with two great examples in front of him.

Keaton grins as he brings the overwhelmingly large volume of gainer shake to Corrin's mouth who all too eagerly chugs the forcefully tilted liquid with some muffled moans sounding out in between each heavy, viscous swallow, both Keaton and Kaden watching just as eagerly.

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Keaton at the diligent workers bustling in and out of the massive garage.

The extra room currently going through renovations, what had originally been touted and lauded as an amazing steal with the property that can fit three whole cars is now getting fitted with actual flooring and insulated so that the air conditioning can get taken care of soon with the encroaching deadline.

The deadline being Corrin's weight, the dragon continuing to blimp out with even more lard as the weeks turn to months.

Everyone in town used to Kaden and Keaton—two massive men who constantly ordered enormous quantities hard to ignore when every restaurant spoke of them—an additional lardass living with them seemed more like an inevitability than anything, though everyone had expected Keaton and Kaden to be the larger ones. But, everyone already prepared for it, the renovations are almost done after just over two weeks. And the extended time spent around Keaton and Kaden shows on the workers' figures, all of them sporting a small belly to a hefty paunch now.

Keaton making sure that everything is as planned, Kaden is inside along with Corrin. The two in Corrin's room, the three fourths of a tonnage really cramps up the room.

"Oh look at you! You're so hungry today," Kaden smirks down at Corrin. He does his best to straddle Corrin, lard smothering lard, while he feeds him.

Corrin on his bed—the mattress all by itself with the frame removed long ago from the men's weights—he nods with half lidded eyes. "I want more," Corrin huffs after failing to nod properly with his tire for a neck.

Underneath Kaden, Corrin's immense body is still apparent next to the now 700 pound kitsune. Corrin weighing one hundred pounds above Kaden, the dragon still manages to hold onto the last vestiges of mobility from his draconic strength. But even with his minimal capability for movement, occupying so much space and being filled out with so much lard still makes moving difficult. Especially with his enormous, tremendous thighs. The morbidly obese dragon carries so much of his weight in his thighs. The two thighs struggle with chairs, the fatass needing four chairs now to withstand his width. His broad thighs spread out on the bed, nearly taking up the entire width by his own enormity alone. His legs over encumbered with lard, his rolls of thigh fat already seep down over his knees, the bloated joints losing their definition. His calves are in the same situation, the bloated limbs like tires of flab that make up his legs and creep onto his ankles. He no longer wears shorts at all anymore, the time and effort to get a suitable pair far too much when he simply outgrows each and every article of clothing like nothing. Corrin's ass gives him extra height, the two enormous ass cheeks rising up despite being spread out and smothered underneath the rest of him. Corrin's ass no longer has the same shape to them, the sagging multiple handfuls of ass fat spreading out. His gut rests on his thighs with him lying down. Though the width of it can't compare to his massive thighs, the large gut still unable to cover it all. His bountiful breasts splay down both sides of his enormity.

Corrin opens his mouth expectantly and is rewarded with more snacks shoved into his mouth.

"Unfortunately, that's all I have for you. You're going to have to wait a little while longer," With a final pat, Kaden climbs off of Corrin, having to slowly maneuver himself with two gelatinous men sloshing on top of each other.

The heavy footsteps mingled with just as heavy footsteps cue the two men to Keaton's return. Multiple bags in his arms, at least five in each, Keaton easily walks through the widened doorway to Corrin's room. "Food's here. And garage is all good to go for AC once that's taken care of. Your new room is almost ready fatass," Keaton smirks.

The room feels much more cramped with three men who weigh more than an entire ton combined. But none of them care with the presence of more food.

No space for more furniture besides Corrin's bed—and the living room where they all spend the most time—the two 700 pound men rest on both sides of the bed. Bags littered around them, the sounds of crinkling plastic and containers popped open fill the room as they feed themselves and Corrin like clockwork.

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The house cleaner than it has been in quite some time, the entire kitchen is completely covered in sealed food, ready to be devoured. And yet, it's all only for three men.

"Do you think this is enough?" Kaden can't help but fret. Though such a special occasion does call for concern from most people, especially when both him and Keaton have planned it for over an entire month now.

"It probably is, but I'm going to want more. And so are you," Keaton's arms are crossed as he inspects enough food to even make everyone who knows the three men stunned beyond belief, especially when more food is already ordered to be delivered later throughout the entire rest of the day

"Yup! Well, we might as well start with breakfast. Corrin should be waking up soon,"

The two heavy set men waddle their way to Corrin’s new room, the space formerly the garage. They leave all of the food that is meant to be their post breakfast dessert in the kitchen. They enter the room one by one, no doorway equipped to handle them walking side by side, or Corrin by himself for that matter.

Corrin rests on his back completely. The once twiggy dragon fully no longer resembles himself before moving in with Kaden and Keaton. He rests on a Nohrian-King sized bed. Two of them, actually. He has more than enough to grow with the two mattresses shoved together; which is something he desperately needs with how he voraciously devours everything that’s given to him and still able to complain and whine for more. The extra space on his makeshift bed also gives some room for his roommates to rest with him, more than enough room still available even with the three men on it together.

Corrin still asleep, the immobile man loudly snores away. Resting on his back—moving Corrin only possible with the assistance from the system of levers and tarps from the ceiling—his entire engorged, bloated figure puffs into the air as he continues to dream away. The truck-sized dragon’s flab billows out in all directions, Corrin having a very distinct lack of shape besides round. Corrin weighs more than Kaden and Keaton combined now; the ridiculously fat man’s weight careening closer and closer to an entire ton of lard from his unrepentant, unabashed gluttony. His gut is far from the largest thing on him, but even that piece of meat weighs enough to nearly rival his roommates’ weight. The tank for a gut rests atop his expansive body like melted butter. His stomach is divided up into multiple sections from his weight, each bit of his sagging gut filled with rolls big enough that require more than a single person to properly hold and grab. Corrin’s breasts currency splay forward with him lying down on his expansive back that’s broad enough to be wider than he is tall at this point. His large chest is larger than anyone else's; the two large jugs resemble someone's gut from their sheer size now. Corrin’s multiple tiers that make up his tire like neck thankfully stop his breasts from resting on his face. Corrin’s enormous neck is made up of multiple rolls from his neck along with the several sagging chins he’s gained. Corrin’s face is absolutely cherubic now, the ovular shaped face bulging out from his porcine jowls that jiggle just as he breathes now. Even corrin’s shoulders are rounded out from his weight. The two doughy shoulders lack any shape to them just like his massive arms, the two limbs swollen and looking like a flabby stack of tires more than an actual limb. His biceps larger than a tree trunk now, the oozing fat bulges out to swallow his elbow and most of his forearm that does the same to his wrist and hands, the over swollen digits lacking any sort of flexibility now. Not that he needs it when he has two doting caretakers to feed and fatten him up. But the most staggering part of Corrin is his lower half. Each thigh rivals Keaton’s and Kaden’s own enormity, Corrin’s entire lower half larger than the two men standing together. His thighs are composed of a staggering amount of rolls, each bit of hefty lard sagging onto itself and its lower rolls. The entire length of Corrin’s legs are inundated with overlapping bits of lard. His ankles are overblown from all the lard; his feet sink into his cankles from his weight, Corrin unable to move them as well. Despite how far apart Corrin has his legs—the two table sized thighs sticking out from underneath his blanketing gut that can’t match the enormity of his lower half—the fat from his thighs still stick and touch each other all the way down to his feet. Corrin’s ass gives him a sizable amount of lift as it’s squished underneath him. The two mounds of ass fat are absolutely immense. The fat that makes up his rear gives him a couch sized ass that can be used as seating like the rest of his mattress sized body.

Corrin still snores away as Kaden and Keaton are a mess of huffs and wheezes, the two 700 pounders gaining some extra weight themselves. Walking back and forth into the garage to organize all the food—with the help of half a dozen delivery men who never once showed any sort of shock at their size or even Corrin’s—the two men need a well deserved rest. Waddling up to Corrin, both of them let themselves fall down onto the mattress. The cool air blowing in from the AC thankfully keeps them all a nice temperature, the chilling air able to help with so much fat heating up the space.

“Whaaht'sh hahhppened?” Corrin wheezes out as he wakes up. His speech is mumbled from all the fat on his cheeks. His eyes slowly flutter open, the near noon wakeup time early for him with how long he binges into the night. A banner taped to the ceiling, placed directly so he could read it, it takes his fuzzy brain a while to process the “happy 1 year’” text displayed. “Ha-hahppy ahnniveershaary…” Despite his tired state, Corrin is indeed grateful for the time spent with Kaden and Keaton. “Shooryy, I’m,” He groans. His stomach thankfully finishes the rest of his sentence for him, the mass of fat rumbling with hunger.

“Nah, you just need to fill up that tank of yours first. Good thing we got just the thing for you,” Keaton also tired, he gropes Corrin’s fat as he rests against him like a pillow, a pillow that weighs more than twice his weight that is.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it! We got you a cake to celebrate you living with us for a year. We also got you a special present,” Kaden reaches underneath his right breast and pulls out a small remote. Only a few buttons on the remote, he presses the largest one.

The sound of whirring coming from behind him, Corrin is unable to shift his head around to look at it right away. He does get a small look at it as the machine comes to life and inserts a feeding tube into his mouth.

“We did get you a four tiered cake but we thought this would be easier,” Keaton gains back some energy upon hearing how Corrin guzzles down his cake, all of it going to him. As he reaches for containers of food to feed himself, he pulls out his own remote and presses the second largest button to speed up his feeding. Afterwards, he greedily digs into his own food.

“There’ll be much more after that. And we’ll make sure to hand feed you some of it too,” Kaden says as he tears into his own several plates of breakfast.

Corrin’s moans begin to sound out in between the churning mushed up cake the feeding tube pours down his throat. “Mhmmh…” Corrin doesn’t even bat an eye or struggle as he hears both Keaton and Kaden press a button, the speed picking up once again. His stomach only rumbles instead, as if daring them to feed him faster. Which they both do, the two pressing the button once more after they each finish their second plate.

“You’re gonna love today, fatass,” Keaton continues to grope Corrin’s fat as he shovels food into his mouth with his free hand. “We’ll make sure you’re too full to want anymore. Got it?” Keaton presses the button multiple times, cranking it up to maximum speed.

“We’ll take good care of you. I’m sure you’d like that too, huh?” Kaden lovingly pats whatever part of Corrin’s immense flab he can reach, all of Corrin impossible to grab with just one free hand. Kaden keeps the feeding tube at its maximum setting.

“Here’s to many more years,” Kaden and Keaton both cheer as they open up another box.

Corrin only moans deeper upon hearing the two obese men, unable to see them but more than able to hear and feel all their own weight pressing up against his titanic lard. He guzzles down his feeding tube faster, only thinking about wanting more food and to get fatter.

#my writing #male weight gain #ssbhm #feeder emblem #fat fiction #maleweightgain #fat emblem

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c0nsumemy5oul · 4 months ago

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Ooh cool game! Thanks for the tag :D

No pressure: @mimimouseeeee @hamalicious-soup @nightimedreamersworld @eerorstep @fatalfangirl @lost326 @larkral @obsessedwith15deadwizards @virtualghostlyness @valeffelees @vuulpesvulpes @zeichart @zziggysband @vive-la-revolution @whatevertheweather @bad-but-sad-boy

thanks for the tag @thepaladinstrait !!! <33

tag game: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most

no pressure tags!! <33

@imobsessedwiththeatre @lil-gae-disaster @im-a-skeleton-in-your-closet @unicornsaures @dearxtallxboy @ouiouixmonami @marsfingershurt @laurenshamiltonjr and anyone else who wants to join!! <3333

#tag game #tagging #tagging game #this was fun lol

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basickinkartist · 5 years ago

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Could you draw domesticated Keaton and Kaden please?

They're both very eager to please. I hope this satisfies 50% of my inbox.

I feel like I should start doing my requests again...

#chubby #male weight gain #male wg #my art #fat #weight gain #fire emblem #male expansion #fire emblem fates #keaton #fe keaton #fat kink #tubby #fire emblem fats #kaden #fe kaden

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thatrando13 · 8 months ago

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Thank you for the tag! :]

A: Addict by Michael Kovach, Chi Chi & Silvia Hound

B: Body by Jordan Suaste

C: Could Have Been Me by The Struts

D: Dead To Me - Do Revenge remix by Chloe Adams

E: Enchanted by Taylor Swift

F: Falling Apart by Michael Schulte

G: girls by girl in red

H: Heather by Conan Gray

I: Intro III by NF

J: Judas by Lady Gaga

K: killer queen by Mad Tsai

L: Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) by Will Wood

M: More Than a Friend by girli

N: Numb Little Bug by Em Beihold

O: Ordinary by Joriah Kwamè & Allie Grace

P: Pomegranate Lips by Derivakat

Q: Killer Queen by Queen

R: Riptide by Vance Joy

S: Summer Child by Conan Gray

T: The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

U: Underground by Cody Fry

V: vampire by Olivia Rogridgo

W: Wasteland, baby! by Hozier

X: Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

Y: Yours by Conan Gray

Z: Lavender Haze by Taylor Swift

(Bold letters are meant to be supplements for the ones I couldn't find that start with said letter)

-> Atlas

Thank you for the tag! :)

Bold letters will be for ones meant to be the A-Z title since I can't find any starting with the letter.

A: Atlantis by Seafret

B: Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

C: Campus by Vampire Weekend

D: Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

E: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears

F: Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen

G: Gun. by My Chemical Romance

H: Home by Cavetown

I: I Want It All by Queen

J: jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo

K: Keep Yourself Alive by Queen

L: Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi

M: Mary On A Cross by Ghost

N: Nothing's New by Rio Romeo

O: Ophelia by The Lumineers

P: prom dress by mxmtoon

Q: Killer Queen by Queen

R: Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush

S: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

T: Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe, FINNEAS

U: Underground by Cody Fry

V: vampire by Olivia Rodrigo

X: Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

Y: Your Stupid Face by Kaden McKay

Z: Lavender Haze by Taylor Swift

NPT: @devil-with-three-heads @notforthebest @thescarleteagle @the-rewriter13 @atlas-mothman @fridayd13th

Lets make a list and for each letter you say s song. Here's mine:

A: Alaska - Toby Green remix by Toby Green and Maggie Rogers

B: Blush by Wolf Alice

C: Clearest Blue by CHVRCHES

D: Dead Air by CHVRCHES

E: Enchanted (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift

F: Fall In Love With A Girl by Cavetown and Orla Gartland

G: Getaway Car by Taylor Swift

H: heart by flor

I: It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane by Omar Rudberg

J: July by Noah Cyrus

K: Karma by Taylor Swift

L: Lonely Ones by Lova

M: Mi Casa Su Casa by Omar Rudberg

N: National Anthem by Lana Del Ray

O: Out of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

P: Paper Mache World by Matilda Mann

Q: Queen Of Kings by Alessandra

R: Revolution by Elias

S: Simon's Song by Omar Rudberg

T: The Most Beautiful Boy by The Irrepressibles, Felsmann + Tiley

U: ur so pretty by Wasia Project

V: vampire by Olivia Rodrigo

W: we fell in love in october by girl in red

X: xanny by Billie Eilish

Y: Young by Neon Capital and Kinck

Z: Zombie by The Cranberries

(I'm sorry if my english is really bad, english is not my first language)

Feel free to join in! 💖💞💫

Tags:

@aliceoseman @artsimmys @ani-bunnie13 @apersononearth011 @allaboutbethsblog @skateisawesome @late--night--melancholy @spring-siblings @imauselessartist @im-a-slut-for-subway-sandwiches @doin-ur-mum

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exleviathan · 3 years ago

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two’fer’one | levi & kaden

TIMING: some time before Alcher’s death. LOCATION: Excalibur. PARTIES: @exleviathan & @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Levi and Kaden get sucked into an unlikely team-up situation when some cranky demons roll into town.

Did Levi have a lot of use for swords, axes, and crossbows? No, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t find it perusing the wares of one prolific Excalibur store, eyes as wide as dinner plates as it took in the vast array of tools for old-school killin’. Levi noticed that the place seemed to attract a certain type of clientele—one that it had an easy enough time fitting in with, given the large, imposing nature of the meatsuit it’d been stuffed into. That said, the ex-demon was careful not to get too chatty with anyone, lest it out itself as one hundred percent not a hunter. It just wanted to own a neat axe, was that too much to ask?

Apparently the answer to that question was a big fat ‘yes’. Because wouldn’t you know it, not a few seconds after picking up an axe it rather liked the look of and turning the weapon in its hands, there was a great commotion at the front of the store. Someone was yelling something, perhaps the shopkeeper warning off a group of rambunctious teens—oh. Oh, no. Those were Levi’s rambunctious teens.

The ex-demon’s eyebrows rose in surprise, jaw clenching as it took a step away from the noise, fist tightening around the handle of the axe. “Leviathan!” one of the troublemakers bellowed, shoving their way deeper into the store. Chaos erupted around the group as they pushed past customers, many choosing to quickly flee the scene. Levi ducked behind a large display of daggers, anxiously clutching its axe to its chest before peering down at it.

Huh. Guess there was one way to do this, though it wasn’t ideal. Hearing the scuff of boots directly in front of it, Levi’s attention snapped up to meet the gaze of a perfect stranger, now caught in the crossfire. Feigning innocence, Levi nodded at the man. “They seem a little worked up, eh?” it stage-whispered, wincing at the loud crash and clanging of a different display being toppled over.

“Leviathan! Get your soggy ass out here!” Baring its teeth in a comical grimace, Levi sucked in a sharp breath.

“Man, feel bad for that gu-” The statement was cut short when a hand clapped down on its shoulder, wrenching it from its hiding spot and into full view of the rest of the store. The one who’d been doing all the yelling, joined by a ferocious looking woman and a short but wide-as-the-Nile man now stood in front of Levi, all wearing their own version of what had to be a revenge-giddy smirk.

“Heh-heeeeyy, folks,” Levi began with a nervous smile.

“Knew we’d find you eventually. No slippin’ away this time, serpent, you’re dead.”

“Listen, I love the pet names, I really do, but I’ve just still got some things on my bucket list—” Levi shoved the axe forward, slamming the blunt edge of the blade into its aggressor’s gut, knocking the wind out of him. Whipping around and seeing the stranger still hanging about, Levi scurried in his direction, trying to keep out of the clutches of the Testy Trio that was in hot pursuit. “I’d bug on outta here if I was you!” it hollered as it barreled toward the innocent bystander, realizing he was directly in the path of the only other exit—an innocuous side door that was about to get body slammed by a frantic humanoid as it tried to evacuate the dancefloor.

—

Kaden had enough weapons. More than enough. At least that’s what anyone who wasn’t a hunter might think. Somehow not a single blade of silver felt sharp enough to tear into the wolf who’d taken his family from him. As silly as the name of the shop was, it was still hard to beat Excalibur’s selection of weapons. There had to be something there that seemed good enough. It was worth a look either way. He was picking through the aisles, thoroughly unimpressed by what was available in the way of pure silver blades. None of it was right. This was a long time coming, it needed to be just r–

The bell rang on the door, normal enough, but someone came in yelling for a Leviathan. He turned, his brow raised, trying to figure out if they were looking for a hunter or, well, something else. Strange. Stranger yet, one of the other customers jumped into the aisle with him, straddling the ranger. “Yeah, sure do,” Kaden replied back, brow still raised and wary.

He was about to turn away and just carry on when the aisle got a lot more crowded. “Putain,” he muttered under his breath. He just wanted to buy a fucking knife or five, not deal with White Crest’s never ending bullshit to do it. Clearly the guy they were hunting down was the one who had tried to duck and hide by Kaden. He had to wonder if he owed them money or something. “Can you all just take it the fuck outsi–”

No, they weren’t going to. That much was clear when the one guy, must be Leviathan if what they were saying was right, knocked the wind out of the one assailant. He was about to scoot out of the way and let this shit play out, none of his business, when the Leviathan guy turned and ran straight into him. “Putain de merde!” he shouted as he tried to push him away. Stupid decision. He was turning and was headed towards the door. Alright, fine, let him. This wasn’t his shit to deal with. Time to finally step aside.

“Two for the price of one?” the one said. “Why not.”

Yeah, guess he wasn't getting away that easily. “Fucking seriously? I just wanted a goddamn knife,” he shouted as he turned and slammed open the door. “The fuck did you do to piss those guys off?” he said as he ran to the left, down the alley. Couldn’t believe he was fucking running from some guys he never even met for no reason.

—

What the hell was this place, demon central? Sure, Levi had sniffed it out because of its history with fun, wacky portals to other dimensions, but seriously? This was the second or third time it’d been accosted in the span of a few weeks. All the little fuckers were coming out of hibernation early, or something. “Oh, you know, the usual—” Levi huffed as the pair sprinted through the alley, “they feel inferior and they’re getting cranky about it.” It smirked to itself, amused by the whole thing before remembering that it could actually die now. What a buzzkill.

Unfortunately for them, the alley turned them to the left and ended abruptly in a tall, wire-topped chain link fence. The sounds of three pairs of feet were fast approaching, and the ex-demon threw a glance in the stranger’s direction. “Uhh, sorry. They must think you’re with me. Not the smartest devils in the bunch,” it muttered, turning to face the adversaries with the axe still in hand. “Ah, shit, they made me a thief, too!” it groaned, as if just remembering the weapon it wielded. “That’s going on the permanent record.”

Skidding around the corner, the three demons slowed, pleased to see that their quarry had been trapped. Noticing the axe in Levi’s hands, the woman stepped forward, a mocking grin on her face. “Put that thing down, you’ve never used a weapon once in your pathetic life,” she snarled, which drew an offended pout from Levi.

“Yeah, well… never had to! I was the weapon, arkadaş!” it countered, gripping the handle a little tighter. From the rear, the first one that’d been screaming its name was now chanting in a decidedly demonic language, glowering at Levi and the poor bastard that’d gotten roped into this. Levi’s eyes widened, and it looked to the aforementioned bastard.

“We better put these dudes down before they summon more dudes and really ruin my day.”

—

“No, I don’t fucking know,” Kaden snapped back. “You want to explain it to– Fuck!” He shouted as they reached a dead end. Well, sort of. Chain link fence, they could climb it. It wouldn’t be the first time he scrambled over one in the name of saving his ass. “I’m guessing they’re not the kind of assholes to let me walk away from this bullshit even though I’m not involved?” Even as he said it, Kaden knew he wasn’t going to just walk away to let this guy get beat to shit in an alleyway by three fuckers whether or not they planned to let him go. He slammed the fence with his hand and let out a loud sigh. Shit was so much easier when he didn’t care. Of course, he had to be honest with himself, he was long past that point.

“Three people are about to trap us in an alley and you’re worried about shoplifting? Seriously?” Kaden was tempted to take the axe from him, they looked like they had no fucking clue how to hold it let alone use it. Might hurt himself. Or Kaden. He was about to snatch it away when it became clear they weren’t alone anymore. As they found themselves cornered, the ranger started to edge himself between his current companion by coincidence and the assailants.

The conversation unfolded in front of him and his brows pulled together, deepening the creases as he listened. He’d hoped it would shed some light on the situation but it just raised a lot more fucking questions. Arkadas? This guy, the one next to him, was the weapon? Key word being was? Right. Okay. He didn’t need to deal with any of this shit.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going o–” Kaden wasn’t getting an explanation. He didn’t know what language was coming from that guy’s lips but he sure as shit knew they weren’t saying anything good. “Putain de merde,” Kaden said as he tried to assess the fucking weird ass situation (even for him) was happening in front of him. The chain link fence rattled in the wind behind time, like it was calling him to bolt and launch himself over it, save his own ass. It was right there. It’d be easy. Simple.

Kaden rolled his eyes and pulled out his knife. “Let’s get this over with. I take it they’re not human?” He hoped to hell they weren’t. He needed to cut loose and worrying about lethal versus non lethal attacks seemed tedious.

—

Levi was content to shrug at the majority of the might-as-well-be-rhetorical questions, figuring that the guy wasn’t searching for actual answers, but instead just venting his frustrations. Understandable, really. He hadn’t asked for any of this, yet here he was.

“Listen, french fry, if we make it outta this alive, I’ll buy you a drink or five,” the ex-demon promised with a grin, slipping in and out of its awareness of the danger of the situation while literally talking about it. So it went, when you’d spent countless eons with no natural (or unnatural) predators—content to breeze through life, entertaining yourself with the trials and tribulations of mortal beings, listening to their qualms and finding it within yourself, when you felt generous, to lend them a monstrous fin. Now it was much squishier and susceptible to death by mundane means, and had a hard time remembering this unless actively thinking about all the ways it could be killed.

Beaten to death by lesser demons sounded less than fun.

“Yeah, they’re not. Demons, if you wanna get specific. Real pain-in-the-ass, grudge-holding demons that don’t realize when they’ve bitten off more than they can chew,” Levi grumbled, lifting the axe.

It was bluffing, of course. Their enemies seemed to realize this and moved quickly, two charging forward while the third hung back to keep up with his lovely chanting. Powering up, maybe. Was he gonna go super Saiyan? Levi sort of hoped so, that would be cool.

You’ll die, dumbass. Right. Not cool. Right.

Swinging at the very wide one as he barrelled toward Levi, the aberration was only able to get a little nick in as he sidestepped way too fast for someone of his size and stature. “Whatthefuck,” Levi bleated, spinning around, now with its back to Monsieur Baguette and the other two demons. “Hey, whoa, keep that shifty shit to a minimum, yeah? That’s cheating!”

—

French fry? Did this guy just fucking call him french fry? First off, they were pomme frites and second off they weren’t even French. Kaden grumbled to himself and was about to argue when he realized how pointless it was given that they were presently surrounded by demons.

“How the fuck did you end up in a sitiation where this many demons are holding a grudge against you?” Better question, how the hell did Kaden end up in this situation? He wasn’t even involved. Not intentionally. Didn’t have much of a choice now with his back literally up against the wall. Putain, he wanted to save his energy for the Krieg wolf. Instead he was going to waste it on what he hoped were lesser demons.

Kaden charged forward, heading straight for the chanting asshole in the back. He might not know much about magic, but he knew that chanting in archaic languages never led to anything good happening. His path was instantly cut off by the woman, or, well the demon that looked like one at least. When he got closer to her, he felt like his limbs were moving through water, everything was slowed. Merde, that wasn’t going to– “Fuck!” he shouted as she elbowed him in the nose, his curse bellowing at a strange half speed. He’d have to fight without speed. How? That was half of fighting as far as he was concerned. His hand was already jutting forward towards her, knife gripped tightly, but she easily twisted his arm and yanked him towards her before shoving him away. The first half of his trajectory was in slow motion, but the second he was more than a foot away from her, his face plummeted to the ground.

The gravel scraping against his cheek hurt like hell, but alright, at least he knew ranged attacks only there. Good thing he had a gun. Kaden rolled away as far as he could into the corner before popping up on his knees, reaching for his pistol. He had the weapon in hand and was about to aim it at one of the demons, any of the demons, when a thick layer of goo splattered towards him. “Putain!” Fucking hell, he tried to wipe it off his face, blood mixing in with the goop. It was hard to see through the mess, but it looked like the third demon had unhinged its jaw and was unleashing the disgusting goo everywhere. “You couldn’t have picked better fucking company?” Kaden shouted at the guy who got him in this situation to begin with.

—

“Let’s just call it bad luck,” Levi deflected, not really wanting to get into the whole spiel about how it wasn’t really human despite all the indicators that’d say otherwise. At least not while these three were hot on ripping their throats out.

Facing off the short, wide fella that was only marginally more intimidating than Danny Devito, Levi brandished its stolen axe. “You don’t play fair, we don’t play fair,” the lesser demon snarled with a wide grin, bolting forward in a weird, jerky way. Levi didn’t even have time to react before a meaty little fist was uppercutting into its diaphragm, knocking the wind out of its lungs with surprising ferocity. Stumbling, it wheeled around as it tried to gather its wits, only to see Kaden trapped in some sort of time warp, hollering in slow-mo.

Woulda laughed, if it could breathe.

With a wheeze, it realized it could hear the scurrying of supernaturally quick feet coming up behind it. Alright, fuck this noise, it decided, summoning all of its strength to whip around in a tight circle, axe held aloft for maximum impact. With a satisfying thunk, the blade buried itself deep in little ol’ Danny’s head, sending the Quicksilver wannabe slumping to the ground. It was then that Levi heard the other man shouting something, and glancing over its shoulder, was able to witness the disgusting aftermath of mister chantypants’ special trick.

“Bro, that’s fucking disgusting,” Levi groaned, stepping on the decedent’s chest and grabbing the handle of its axe to rip it free. “Hey, it’s not like they’re my friends!” it shouted back, making a face at the blood that splattered against its shirt and arms. The lady demon regarded Levi a little more warily, but given the fact that the weapon wouldn’t do much at close range, still charged forward at what she now perceived as a greater threat. The one that had just finished barfing all over French Fry had resumed his chanting, moving behind the cover of a dumpster. Something electric filled the air, which Levi was very much not a fan of, but it didn’t have much time to dwell as the female-presenting lesser demon closed the distance between them.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” it stammered, scuttling backward, “Babe, I need some space.” Licking its lips, its arm reeled back and then lurched forward in a strong arc, hurling the axe in her direction. While that hurtled through the air, the static only got more intense, until a point that hovered several feet above the concrete began to glow a menacing purple. The sound of lightning filled the alley as it arced here and there from the purple source, which was now growing in size, and… looking a little bit like a rip in the very fabric of reality.

—

“Well they sure seem to know you!” Kaden yelled back. What a shitty day to go weapon shopping. At least the last time it was just that weird mime monster in the alleyway. He was doing his best to wipe away the slime when a crack of lightning sounded above him, clapping his hands to his ears as the sound jolted through him. “Putain!” he shouted for the thousandth time that day. The fuck was that? Purple outlines glowed in the sky, almost like they were tearing something open. This couldn’t be good. “Did you do that?” he asked his companion. “Or did the demon do that?”

Before he could get a clear answer, out of the tear, frogs started spilling from the sky, bouncing off the demon’s heads. Something landed on Kaden’s shoulder and bounced off, too. But it wasn’t a frog. It was a Salamander. Kaden looked up and tried to shield his face, looking for any answer to what the hell was happening. Except all he saw was more amphibians falling from the sky. “Hold on, is that an axolotl?” He squinted to try and get a better look at the creature hurtling towards him when a toad decked him in the ear.

Merde, he shouldn’t have gotten distracted. The ranger ducked down and made sure the pistol was loaded and ready, quickly turning to where the female presenting demon was fighting off frogs and squealing as she tried to swat a salamander away. “Get them off me, get them o–” Her words turned to screams as the bullet went through her chest (and a few amphibians in the crossfire, something Kaden felt bad about), blood and flesh spurting into the air. Kaden wasn’t sure if that would keep her down, but it looked like she wasn’t about to get up anytime soon and the chanting guy was definitely more important. Kaden ran over towards the dumpster, but tripped, either on the slime or the frogs, it was hard to tell, and went tumbling to the concrete, scraping his arms and sending his pistol flying along the way. Fuck. He hoped nothing worse than frogs fell from the sky, but he doubted that. Either way they had to stop it. He fumbled in his pockets for another knife, hoping his chance cohort could do something about that fucking ax.

—

“Not me!” Levi hurriedly barked as it watched the axe slow to a near halt in the demon’s personal bubble. Wait. Why did it think throwing it would have helped? Stupid, fucking stupid. Didn’t matter, though, because suddenly a bullet was ripping through her chest. “Hah hah! Can’t stop a bullet, bitch!” the aberration whooped, moving quickly to where the axe had clattered to the cement. Its eyes caught quick movement only to see the human (?) stumble over the wild assortment of reptiles, amphibians, and whatever the hell else that now littered the ground. Gross. “Why are you so nasty?” it hollered at the chanting demon—the final target. First the barf, now this? Why this, though? Just to make a fucking mess?

The demon poked his head out only to see Levi barrelling at him with an axe raised above his head, gave a loud yelp and darted out from behind the dumpster. His chanting had stopped but it seemed like whatever rift he’d opened was going to stay open, at least for the time being. All kinds of things continued to fall out of it, mostly scaly or slimy in nature, but Levi didn’t seem to mind as it trampled over the unfortunate fauna. That is, until an electric eel came screaming through the sky and landed squarely on its shoulders like the worst scarf of all time, giving it a nasty shock that made all its muscles tense up and stopped it in its tracks. The pain was brief, but the numbness that followed was… concerning. “Sonofabitch,” Levi muttered as it wobbled forward, fighting the urge to just sink to the ground. The eel was shrugged off as deadweight legs carried it along, but of course the target was getting away. “Oh no you fuckin’ don’t,” it growled, all humor leaving its voice. It had no intention of letting any of them leave this encounter alive, not after what had happened the last time. Fighting the numb sensation, Levi reeled its arm back once more to throw the axe through the air, holding its breath as it waited for the impact.

Thunk! The blade buried itself deep in the demon’s back and he fell forward, presumably lifeless. Breathing a sigh of relief, Levi allowed itself to have a sit down, ignoring the rest of the creatures that dripped from the hole in the sky for the time being.

—

By the time Kaden had his knife in hand, the demons were dead. Or whatever happened to demons. He let out a sigh of relief. It was over. He could–

A frog landed on his head. “Putain,” he grumbled as he reached up to take the creature off his head. Huh, not a frog but a toad. Kaden leaned down to gently place the toad on the ground amidst the blood and demon slime. Maybe he should find a better spot for the little guy. The toad hopped away too soon. Merde. Then again, there were a lot of amphibians crawling and hopping around. Kaden put his arm above his head and dared to peak up at the sky to try and get a look at the split. “Fucking hell.” Even with the demons gone, the tear was still there and there were more creatures falling out with no signs of slowing.

Kaden sighed and tried to think of how to save as many of the animals as possible. Not that he had time for this shit right now, but he couldn’t just let them stay in an alley behind Excalibur. “You want to explain what the fuck that was? And why the hell that’s happening?” he finally asked the guy on the ground who dragged him into this mess. “Who are you and why the hell were demons after you? What kind of shit did you get yourself into?”

—

“Whoa, buddy, slow down. You’re askin’ a lot of questions right now, and I just got the shit a little bit kicked out of me. Calm down.” Heaving a sigh, Levi looked to the crack in the sky and made a face. “Think you just explained it to yourself, man. Demons were after me because they’re petty little fucks who hold massive grudges, that’s what the fuck that was. As for that,” it added with a pointed finger, “it’s nothing a little ecclesiastical Latin won’t fix.” Bracing its hands against its knees, Levi rocked forward and hauled itself to its feet, shooing a salamander from the toe of its boot. The recital began promptly, spoken as casually as it had been speaking English, with no flourish or grandeur that its lesser counterpart had been having such a fun time with. It didn’t even bother looking at the rift in space-time, instead watching where it stepped to try and avoid crushing any more hapless critters, carefully making its way over to Kaden. Slowly, the tear began to close behind it, until the last little turtle squeaked through and clattered to the pavement and it was sealed.

Raising a brow, Levi looked the man over. “You look like shit. Smell like shit, too. Whatever that lad barfed on you is rank.” Still, it smirked good-humoredly. “I’m Levi. I think I owe you a few drinks, if memory serves.”

—

“Three demons attacked me while I was trying to buy a fucking knife and then your axe made ampihibians and reptiles fall from the sky that I have to deal with now. I think I’ve got good reason not to be fucking calm.” Kaden sighed and tried to carefully step around the small creatures littering the ground. Of course he wasn’t going to get a real goddamn answer. “Hey, don’t kick the animals! Putain de merde! The hell did they do to you?” The ranger bent down and tried to start gathering what he could, trying to get them out of the street and together at least. As he was tending to an axolotl, he realized the other guy was speaking latin. Fuck, not more chanting. Isn’t that what got them into this mess? Before he could say that maybe that was a bad idea, the rift was closing. Alright, fine. That was a positive at least. Guess he could concede to that. He reached down and scooped up the turtle that had tumbled down. “It’s okay, little guy. I don't know where you came from but I’ll make sure you get somewhere safe.” He’d try to, at least. It was hard to guarantee safety anywhere in this town.

“Great, thanks,” he answered, rolling his eyes. “Kaden,” he added, still holding the turtle as he put his pistol away. “No shit you owe me a few drinks.” His brows furrowed as he recalled what the hell just happened. Levi had closed the rift with a few fucking chants. That he just knew off the top of his head. Right. “And maybe a better fucking explanation to how the hell you did that,” he said, nodding up to the sky where the tear had been.

—

“Huh. So you’re an animal guy,” Levi remarked, mostly to itself. Watching the man gather up the creatures that still drew breath, the ex-demon groaned inwardly, supposing that it should probably help instead of just standing there. Fuck that eel, though, that thing could suffocate for all Levi cared.

Picking up the salamander it’d tossed carelessly aside only moments ago, it gave him a little pat on the head with a single finger as if that would make up for it. “Well, Kaden, I’m a… man of many talents. And it’s not every day you meet a guy willing to gun folks down over some barf and a few frogs, so I think we’ve both got a little explaining to do.” It smirked, scooping another toad into its palm. “But over drinks. Way too sober for that conversation at the moment. Anyway… you think sanitation will come hose this place down? What a shit show.” It was mostly rhetorical; Levi didn’t care. What it was really interested in knowing was if this Kaden character was a potential threat or a potential ally. Time would tell.

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