#genshin fatpact

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Only in Dreams

Wanted to work on something shorter, and once again had something stirring in my docs. I really like how it turned out honestly. Anyways, it’s another Genshin boy, and it’s Diluc. Also kinda really explicit lol If you get the reference by the by, you’re cool and can also expose me as an even worse turbo-nerd "D-damn...Mages..." Diluc clutched his stomach as it churned uncomfortably. An Abyss mage had slammed him with some foul spell that seemed harmless at the time, but began to show up as horrible stomach pains. He had already tried to treat it with herbal teas and mint scents, but if anything it only seemed to get worse. His stomach gurgled and bubbled. Diluc let out a belch. And the pains faded. Only to be replaced with a new sensation- bloating. Like his stomach was filling. And filling... "What...the..." Diluc watched as his belly bulged in front of him. Swelling...Was it going to burst? He grabbed it, but it didn't feel tense or hard to the touch. It was plush, his hand sinking into soft flesh. It was fat. "...What are they playing at...?" Diluc wondered as his belly grew heavy. It groaned and gurgled again as it did so. While the fact he wouldn't burst was a small blessing, he doubted the Abyss only wanted to make him a little chubby. Though his belts were already straining against the forming gut... He had undone one strap when he felt a similar sensation in his rear. His normally toned and flat ass had begun to bubble outwards, as he reached back and grabbed a handful of it. His thighs followed, his pants stretching to accommodate. Diluc grit his teeth as his clothes began to get a bit too tight. Half because this was utterly insulting and ridiculous, the other because it was making him horny as hell. He wasn't precisely sure why. Perhaps it was a part of the curse that had been laid on him. Or maybe Diluc never envisioned himself filling out like this- He certainly would never intentionally let himself go. But whatever the case, he could feel his cock stiffening as his belt became taut around his belly. "Hng..." The redhead moaned, leaning against a table for support, as he packed on another dozen pounds. A slight tearing was heard, no doubt his pants failing against his pillowy ass, or perhaps his impressively sized thighs. Either way, it was enough to make his dick throb. Unsatisfied with simply hearing the noises, Diluc pulled his jacket off as he approached the nearest mirror, stumbling as he took a look at himself. He involuntarily let out a moan as he spotted his gut, as it strained against his tight belt. How his hips had widened so significantly, thighs wide and chunky. Lovehandles spilling out of his tightening pants, a bulge apparent in the front of them. Diluc's moans only intensified as his belly began to overspill the belt, the leather creaking and straining under the new pressure. "G-gah...!" The red head grunted as the belt fully snapped, the buckle smashing into the mirror. Shit, that pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t quite see it thanks to his girth, but he could sure as hell feel it pulsing down there. With a stumbling step back, he ran a hand through his hair. This had no right to be as enjoyable as it was for Diluc, but here he was. Maybe the years of trekking across the world and galavanting through Mondstadt in the dead of the night had just driven him to the logical conclusion of getting off to just letting himself go completely. It was an enticing concept in a few ways. Giant blobs of fat couldn’t exactly fight… A ripping sound brought Diluc back to reality. Or perhaps further back into his fantasy, as his plump flesh forced its way out of his pants, the seams tearing ever further as his lower half just widened and thickened. The front of his trousers had already popped apart, probably with his belt. He couldn’t see his crotch well, his abdomen acting as a makeshift apron. His shirt was riding up, both thanks to its growth, and that of his pecs. His once flat and broad chest was only broad now, closer in resemblance to overripe melons than anything that could be considered muscle. His dress shirt was falling to pieces from this two pronged assault on it, each frill and string being pulled apart. His tie had given up the fight against his neck, the fabric snapping with ease. Diluc’s vest split in two already. “I-I…Ugh, why- Ngh…!” The red headed aristocrat was reduced to babbling, biting his lip as his clothes fell to tatters around him. He was sweating now, the intensity of it was getting to him bad now. As one of his bloated tits fell out of his shirt, he let out a cry. His cock throbbed harder by the second. In the broken remains of his mirror, Diluc caught a glimpse of his form. Totally engorged. A couple dozen pounds ago he probably still could’ve put up a fight, but now he was probably more or less hapless. As the last of his clothes tore to shreds, he was going damn wild. In his nigh euphoric arousal, he fell backwards onto his ass. The force of the impact only served to stimulate him further. Reduced to mindless groping, he could just feel himself just cumming again and again. What did he have to worry about? Now Diluc was content to grow, and grow, and… Sharply inhale. Diluc took several breaths in and out, reassessing the situation. He was in his bed. He was sweating. Dawn was breaking outside, lighting the room with the scant morning light. He took one last deep breath out, and got himself up. He looked over himself in the mirror, which was all in one piece. Diluc might’ve been letting himself go lately. He was still fairly fit, no doubt- But his chubby midsection and shapely rear were hard to ignore, especially how he hadn’t quite updated his wardrobe. The redhead's boxers did seem a bit tight around him, clinging to his thighs. A softness to his pecs, the way his cheeks were just slightly pudgy. It had earned him a few stares at the tavern, and a few more underhanded comments from Kaeya. Nothing new on that front. But what he felt in his dream- Shit, what he felt now. He was still erect, Diluc had legitimately enjoyed that dream. And it all had to come from somewhere. An innate desire? Just some crossed wires in his brain at the wrong time? A part of him knew he had to start cutting back on sweets, stopping his overindulgences, maybe working out a bit more. But a part wondered if that was what he really wanted. His stomach groaned again- This time, it wasn’t unnatural, or caused by a curse. It was just time for Breakfast. Diluc sighed, one hand on his paunch, the other running through his loose hair, before deciding to get dressed. If he was going to start doing the apparent ‘right thing’, he could start that tomorrow.

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Childe’s Search for Satisfaction

so like what if i made a genshin wg fanfic haha

like as a joke haha

a joke

like ‘haha funny joke!’

so here it is

Childe was frustrated. It wasn’t necessarily because he couldn’t find a fight- There were always plenty of monsters out on in the wilderness of Liyue -But not one of them was satisfying. The various hilichurls and slimes were jokes against his power. Every Ruin Guard he had run past, in anticipation that it would awaken and give him a chance to fight, had turned out to be broken and nonfunctioning. He had run across a single Lawachurl, the brutish beast proving somewhat difficult, but it still fell like all the rest.

And as he impaled his latest victim on his watery blades, he still felt immensely dissatisfied. The monster in particular was a Whopperflower, an oversized plant that happened to be immensely territorial. Unfortunately, it too was weak against Childe’s power.

And another unfortunate thing…Childe was tired. He had pushed himself too hard in every battle, excitement getting the better of him. The Harbinger grunted in frustration as his weapon dematerialized. “Damn. Absolutely nothing.” Wiping sweat from his brow, he did notice something curious leaking from one of the beastial plant’s stamens- A shimmering liquid, gold in sheen. He reached out to touch it, the substance sticky on his glove.

“Huh…Oh, right.” He had heard of this stuff. Childe had seen it before too. It was a thick nectar, rich with energy. The flower fed off of it, and it also served as a useful alchemical ingredient. Usually Childe wouldn’t concern himself with such a substance- He was no biologist or researcher, after all -But an idea wormed its way into his head.

He licked some of the nectar off his glove. Sweet in taste, maybe even too saccharine for him- But that wasn’t the important bit. What was important was that his sore muscles began to relax, feel reinvigorated. Not a whole lot, but it was noticeable. And if even that tiny amount felt so good to indulge in, well, Childe couldn’t resist. He grabbed a stamen, crushing it in his hand. More of the sticky honey bursting, coating his glove.

The Harbinger did realize this was a bit gross to do, but as he looked around…What no one knew wouldn’t hurt them. Without a hint of shame, he began thoroughly cleaning every last bit off the stamen and his hand. Before long, it was like the nectar had never been there. And Childe felt reinvigorated. “Heh, that’s better.” He said, stretching out, before immediately charging towards a small Hilichurl encampment in the distance.

However, as said, Childe was no biologist or alchemist. He was blissfully unaware of the fact that you were not supposed to consume the nectar in such a pure and undiluted form, nor in the amounts he had indulged in. It was safe at this point, sure, but the effects were already slightly showing on his waistline. A bit of pudge on his belly, his decently fitting pants tightening around his lower half. Not that he noticed, still riding the high of his apparent ingenious plan.

While the boost was able to push him onwards for a few more battles, blasting away the beasts he encountered with torrents of water, flurries of arrows. More and more fell to the strength of Childe, but it still was utterly unsatisfying. Worse yet, he was feeling tired once more- Though he didn’t need to wait long to spot another Whopperflower.

Sights set on the unwitting plant, it felt the Harbinger’s presence…a few moments before a volley of arrows pierced it, short work made of it. Childe quickly claimed his prize, plucking off a stamen from it’s desecrated corpse. Greedily eating out the nectar, feeling revitalized, oblivious to his wardrobe beginning to strain. 

This cycle would repeat- He’d exhaust himself on pointless encounters, desperately trying to sate his lust for combat. Thoroughly unamused, he’d seek out a Whopperflower, slay it for it’s nectar, and move on- Again and again.

Soon enough, it wasn’t exactly something unnoticeable. Childe was significantly plumper, his outfit clearly undersized at this point. His shirt had already been loose fitting, letting his belly spill over his belt unhampered. His legs looked like tubed sausage, stuffed into pants that could barely contain them. Unhelped by the belt he had tied around his left leg, which was about the only thing Childe immediately noticed wrong.

“When did this thing get so tight…” He complained, as he tried to adjust it. The belt promptly snapped off, the rest of his thigh jiggling as it was released. “Huh. Must’ve gotten worn out.” He was still rather oblivious to his gains, even as his love handles and ass spilled out the top of his pants.

He had noticed his travels had brought him to an especially arid place. The faint smell of smoke in the air, charred grass, scorched rock. That was when he recalled what lay deep within the cavern before him- What any Whopperflower would become over its lifespan, the overgrown Regisvine.

And if the Whopperflower already had a lot of nectar, how much would it’s larger variant have? Childe was already chomping at the bit to find out. Speeding off from his last victim, he could hardly notice how his new bulk slowed him. Or rather, he was keeping the same speed as he had before, just tiring himself out faster. It made a rather vicious cycle, draining his own energy faster, needing more nectar to keep him going…

The universe perhaps wanted to give Childe another sign after he had missed what the smaller belt popping off meant. It did so with a loud rip as he rushed down the corridor. The seat of his pants had split open. “Damn, did I snag it on something?” That was the amount of observation Childe could give. He thought it was embarrassing, sure, but he also didn’t think that it was size causing it. “Guess I’ll just say it happened in battle…”

With the signs and warnings falling on the battle hungry Harbinger’s deaf ears, he still confidently approached the Regisvine, dormant in it’s lair. Though it unfurled as it detected the portly warrior, ready to defend it’s territory. Flames flickered about it’s form as the Regisvine towered over Childe, a red hot core lighting at it’s base…

Though even the mighty Regisvine was conquered under Childe’s power. Chubby or not, he was still an absolute force to be reckoned with. Volley after volley of arrows struck at the monstrous plant, as it too returned with it’s own attacks of fierce fire. Though it met the same fate as every other foe of Childe on that day- Utter defeat.

As he stabbed a blade of water through it’s corolla of a head, it slumped down, it’s flames flickering away, smoldering as it’s sentience faded. “Heh. Better luck next time.” He told the fading flower, rather satisfied with the fight it gave him. “Phew. Some people would quit while they’re ahead…” Childe could quit right now. He did get his fight. But Childe was Childe. “…But maybe I could run all the way to Mondstadt and fight that icy one too!”

He pulled the blade from the corolla, and proceeded to slice open the dead Regisvine’s bud- A sigh of warm air wafting out with it, carrying the scent of the delectable and energizing nectar. A sly grin spread out on the Harbinger’s slightly pudgy face, as the rich golden honey oozed from the now wide open plant.

His smug smile only got wider as he realized that this plant had far more nectar than the others he had slain. Practically pumping out the nectar, perhaps as a last attempt to get the vine to live once more. Though this was pointless, as Childe had already begun his feast.

There was some civility to it at first- Some, as he was still scooping it up and eating it with his hands, but that was better than him just nixing the scooping and eating it out of the stem.

His pants were already put to their limits- Unsurprisingly, they were first to go. Tearing down the sides with a resonant ripping sound. In another unsurprisingly turn of events, Childe was completely and utterly unaware as he grew at a much faster pace than before. His gut fell over the edge of his belt, straining to an incredible degree, until pop! Off went the belt, off went the rest of his pants. Giving way to blubbery thighs and bountiful buttocks, indented by his boxers. Boxers that were already too small, trace elasticity keeping them together.

Childe’s ignorance was honestly impressive at this point. He was lost in the idea of battles to be, already plotting out a course for his inevitable warpath. A warpath that he wouldn’t be able to pursue at his current size, much less the size he’d ultimately reach.

His coat and undershirt were kept loose already, but even loose articles of clothing would eventually give way. Buckles breaking, straps snapping. Once refined pecs were losing definition as they became flabby and heavy, sitting upon a significant midsection. His boots pulled apart as his weight continued to mount. And mount it did, as he swelled fatter, and fatter…

Soon enough, the once arena was now a graveyard for the warrior’s outfit. And said warrior was just finishing up. “Phew!” Wiping his mouth, licking up a few last dribbles of nectar. “With that, I should be able to-” Childe didn’t get to finish his sentence. He slightly leaned back as he was speaking, enough to immediately throw off his balance. With a thud, he landed on his oversized rump.

He was genuinely surprised by this development. “Huh?! Where did all this…” He grabbed at himself, almost entirely naked. His scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, said neck sporting a trio of chins now. He also felt his boxers on, though he could not see them in any capacity. Just able to feel how tight they were. And the still growing holes in them. “When did this happen?!”

The hefty Harbinger tried moving, though achieved little. His feet weren’t even on the ground now. And his attempts to move did actually tire him out, as he took in beleaguered breaths. For all the energy the nectar held, there came a point where it was beyond helping him. “…It was pretty fun up until now, at least…” He lamented. Becoming a blob of fat obviously wasn’t on the itinerary, but he did find a decent opponent or two. So the day wasn’t a total wash. 

He just had to hope someone was planning on hunting a Regisvine soon, or that his fellow Fatui went out looking for him- Because he was definitely immobile, and wasn’t gonna be mobile without some serious help.