#hansel lederhosen

[misio-dangisio]

Doodle cuz I don't want to study!!

[rotomartsblog]

Little concept doodle of some redesigns for the Crumbs and Ginger

Helga and Gus look a bit too young woops

[wildbeautifuldamned]

vtg BAPS Edith Von Arps German Doll HANSEL Hansel & Gretel Replacement MINT ebay steiffcat4

[ladykailitha]

The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 5

Hello! I'm really love the response to this story. Thank you everyone who commented or tagged.

In this part we get to meet Ellie their costume designer, and Steve proves why he's there.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

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Steve was doing his warm ups when Chrissy came up to him.

“Hey,” she said. “We finally got our costume designer in at the same time as you. So you need to go to the dressing room and get measured.”

He nodded and went back to the dressing room. It was a long room packed with vanities, costumes, and props. It was where everyone got dressed. Man and woman alike. Eddie’s club was making good money, but it was just easier to just have everyone in the same room. Plus, it wasn’t like everyone hadn’t seen everyone else’s bits. After all, nakedness was part of the job.

The only one who had his own dressing room was Eddie. And that was because it doubled as his office. It had all his costumes, his guitars, but also his desk and filing cabinets. It had a long green, leather sofa two big fluffy armchairs across from his desk chair.

Standing at the end of the of the room in front of the rows and rows of clothing racks where all the costumes were kept was a woman in her early twenties with curly, brown hair and slim figure. Her back was to him so he couldn’t see her face. But he liked her style. It was funky and eclectic and Steve instantly loved it.

“Hey,” he called out gently. “I’m here to measured and hopefully not be found wanting.”

She turned around with a giggle. “And would you be William or Count Adhemar in this situation?”

Steve laughed. “My hope is to always be the hero, especially in my own story. And do I call you Kate or something else?”

“Ellie will do just fine,” she said with a smile. “So you’re the new Envy. You aren’t what I was expecting, if I’m honest.”

“No?” he said as he finished walking the rest of the way to her. “I’m not sure what you were told about me, so...”

Again Ellie giggled. “Well judging from the way Eddie and Chrissy talk about you I was expecting someone taller at the very least. You are conventionally attractive, but I guess I was thinking more Chris Hemsworth then Chris Pine, if I’m honest.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment then,” he said. “Personally I prefer Pine over all the other Chrises. He’s got a ‘fuck you I do what I want’ style I like.”

“Me too,” she said with a soft knowing smile. “So let’s get those measurements and then afterwards we can talk about what you want out of your costumes. I understand you and Chrissy are going to be Hansel and Gretel for the Fairy Tale Night, is that right?”

Steve nodded. “I think that Eddie just wants to see me in lederhosen.” He paused for a second. “My best friend, Robin, too, now that I think about it.”

She laughed out loud for the first time and Steve decided she should laugh more. It was cute. “Well, aren’t they going to be disappointed. It’s meant to be sexy, not ridiculous.”

He smiled back at her. Yeah, they were going to along just fine. Ellie went through measuring him, quickly and efficiently. Steve was impressed by her professionalism and she was impressed by his ability to take direction and to hold still when told.

Once they were done Ellie sat him down and she pulled out a sketch book. She showed him the designs for the Hansel outfit. It had a lot of layers so that as they went through the forest more clothes would come off. Lamia would be the witch and Eddie’s Lucifer would rescue them. It was all very hot and Steve couldn’t wait to preform it.

“I love it,” he told Ellie. “Can we make the costumes brown on the outside and get lighter and lighter until the bottom layer is white?”

Ellie tapped her pencil to her lips. “What if we started off with black and worked our way through grey to white?”

Steve resisted the urge to sigh. It was Eddie wish to be everything black or red for their costumes and it looked the costume designer felt the same. “How about red?”

Ellie’s eyes lit up. “That could work!�� And she pulled out her colored pencils and got to work coloring the different layers. Once she was done, she looked up at him and he grinned back.

“Perfect,” he said. “Now let me tell you what I’m going to need from my costume and you can help me figure out what it should look like.”

She nodded and listened to his wants and needs, jotting down notes and sketching out ideas as he talked.

“I might not take it all off every time,” Steve admitted, scratching his cheek nervously. “But I want the option there if at all possible.”

Ellie did a couple more sketches and showed them to him. He took the sketch book from her as he examined the different designs. He pointed to the one on the left. “Add some of the flare from the second one and I think you’ve got it.”

She added the flourishes from the one costume to the other and then showed Steve. He nodded.

“All right,” she said standing up, “I’ll be by in a couple of weeks with your costume for a fitting and see if there’s any tweaks to finalize. I’ve also taken your current costume and will have it sent over on Sunday so that you are able to dance easier.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “That would be fantastic. I’ll be glad to be able to do my job without sacrificing a gallon of blood every night.”

Steve walked her out and said goodbye. Then he got back to warm ups and practice. He was about done with his first solo routine when one of the dancers came up to him.

“Why are you so special that Ellie came to you?” the young man bit out. “Everyone else had to go to her shop to get measured.”

Steve looked up at him with a frown. “You’re Leviathan, right?” The guy nodded. “I’m busy during the day and on my nights off. And when I was free, she was busy. She offered to come to me during practice, man, I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“Why you’re getting such preferential treatment?” Levi huffed. “Boss wouldn’t let us backup dancers even try out for Envy even though we should have been given the chance first. We’ve been here longer and deserve a crack at making real money. But no... you come in here with your stupid little heaven song and your stupid little angel dances and now you’re getting Ellie to come to you? It’s bullshit!”

Steve just put his hands up in the air. “You’re acting like I’m some evil mastermind designed to fuck up your life, but the truth is it sounds life your beef is with Eddie not me. I’m not the one who set up tryouts. I’m not the one that called Ellie to come get my measurements. I’m not the one that suggested the angel theme, all I did was pick a song that would get me noticed. Eddie is the one who did all those things. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to warm up.”

Levi snarled and turned on his heel, stomping away. Or as much stomping as one could when you’d spent your life learning to land as softly as possible.

Steve rolled his shoulders. He was used to people blaming him because he was rich and popular and good looking and could fucking dance. They couldn’t get over the fact that he had these natural talents; things he was born with that he didn’t chose. But it was always his fault anyway.

Chrissy came back from wherever she had gone during his session with Ellie, with a big smile. “You ready to back into this?” she asked cheerfully.

“Ready when you are!”

~

To say Eddie was pissed would be an understatement. He had just gotten off the phone with some Bible thumping street preacher demanding that they shutter their doors and repent to come to God.

When Eddie told him that he didn’t believe in God and even if he had, he’d rather go to Hell, the preacher started screaming obscenities about how he was going to expose the club for what it was, a den of iniquity and was going to get it closed down.

Then Stella came in and was up his ass about the angel dances again. He told her that when she brought in as much money as Steve and Chrissy did during those dances then he would listen to her.

“Mark my words, Eddie,” Stella hissed. “He’s going to be the ruin of the club and when it all comes crashing down, I’m going to still be here so I can tell you to your face, ‘I told you so’.”

Then she stormed out. Eddie followed her because he honestly thought she would start going on a rampage in the dressing room, tearing shit up.

Which meant he got a front row seat to Levi trying bully Steve. Not that it worked, Steve returned better than he got, but it was the fact that one of his people had tried. It wasn’t the first time Eddie heard the rumblings from the backup dancers about not getting a chance to audition for Envy and it probably wouldn’t the last. But he wasn’t going to let someone bully someone he had handpicked.

He walked up to the stage whistled long and loud. Steve was the last to stop and look at him, finishing the turn he was doing. He blushed when he realized everyone was waiting for him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie said. “I get wanting to complete a spin instead of abruptly stopping and risking a fall.”

Steve nodded, still feeling the heat of embarrassment on the back of his neck after the sting of Levi’s words still rang in his head.

“I’ve been getting and hearing a lot of complaints about how I run things lately,” Eddie began.

The assembled dancers began to shift uncomfortably. “Especially from the backup dancers about the auditions to replace Envy. You all think you’re better than Stevie here,” he continued. “So put your money where your mouth is. All eight of you will dance Billy’s version of the tease. And you don’t want to, you know where the fucking door is. Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”

There was a gasp and then deadly silence. “If any of you are as good as he is, I’ll concede the point and we’ll discuss the details after. But here’s the thing, my little demons. You aren’t as good as he is. He learned his dance in three days.”

There were some sharp grumbling at that but a single glare from Eddie silenced them again.

“Jeff, Brian, and Gareth will be the judges because clearly you don’t trust me and Chrissy’s judgment. They will score you on hitting all the moves. On style. And finally on how sexy it was. Then after you’ve all danced and I’m proven right, you’ll have two options,” he bit out, holding up two fingers. “Shut up and dance. Or get the fuck out of my club. Because I think you assholes forgot who’s name is on the deed. Not you. Not Wayne. Not anyone but me.”

The rest of the demons glared at the two main culprits: Levi and Danny. Levi sneered and Danny was nonplussed.

“Come on, Leviathan,” Eddie snarled back. “You think you’re such a big shot. Go on, prove it.”

Levi got into position to dance.

Chrissy hurried over to the music and turned on “Devil Inside”. Steve didn’t want to toot his own horn, but he could see why Billy was only as good as the pole he was dancing on. It was loud and outrageous but no technique or style. It was all sex and no substance.

When he was done Eddie called out all the other dancers. Choronzon, Belial, Beelzebub, Astraroth, Stolas, Mephistopheles, and then finally Dagon. Danny was a good dancer, particularly on the pole. But again, there was no style or substance to the tease.

When her dance ended, Steve raised his hand. “Can I try?”

All heads snapped his direction.

“What now?” Cheryl asked. “You dance it every Sunday.”

Steve shook his head. “What you guys just danced is not what I do on Sundays. Chrissy modified it on the fly because I’m not built the way Billy was.”

There was some murmuring but Chrissy confirmed he doesn’t do Billy’s dance. Parts of it, yes. But there was no way Steve could dance it well enough in time.

“But you just watched it,” Stella said. “There is no way you can do replicate that!”

Steve shrugged. “I watched it eight times. It has a lot of beats of what I do, but in a slightly different order. I should get a chance to do it. It’s my reputation on the line, isn’t it?”

No one could refute that so Steve got into position and everyone’s jaw dropped. Including Eddie and Chrissy. Steve started his dance on stool but Billy started front and center. And that’s where he stood.

Scott smirked as the music started. It was Chrissy and him who helped Steve nail it down in three days.

The difference was staggering. Eddie’s jaw remained on the floor for the duration of of the tease. As did almost everyone else’s. Only Stella and Scott were unmoved. Scott because he knew how good Steve was and Stella because she was being forced to eat crow.

The song ended and the room erupted in cheers and whistles. Steve lifted his head and winked.

Jeff threw his notes in the air behind him. “I don’t fucking need these. Steve’s was sexier, smoother, and nearly technically perfect.”

Gareth crossed his arms over his chest. “I agree. All of the backup dancers did the routine. But none of them were Envy.”

“I’m asexual and even I could tell Steve’s was sexier,” Brian said. “And it’s because he connected to his audience. Me, Gare, and Jeff. He played to us not at us.”

Eddie raised his arm to the stage. “Satan everyone!” He jutted his thumb behind him. “Take it or leave it!”

No one moved an inch. “Then shut up and dance!” He turned on his heel and stormed back to his office.

Chrissy clapped her hands. “All righty! Everyone back on the starting line!”

Everyone scrambled to get back into position. Chrissy and Scott shared a smirk as Levi and Danny stood a little straighter.

Point well and truly made.

~

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[filling-him-out]

Hansel has no idea what’s happening to him…. He just keeps packing away the pastries, pies and strudel, and occasionally wonders why his lederhosen feel so tight

[pink-and-plaid]

My Fair Hansel

By definition, a Hansel Boy is a guy with a thinner frame that has become thicker and pudgy, gradually becoming nice and bloated in his rear and his stomach, but nowhere else. But what makes these Hansel Boys so attractive?

Perhaps the psychology is that because I love that in the soft flesh of a thicker guy, there is a real vulnerability of a person, whose body has had great happiness and contentment in his life, or it may be the tender flesh of someone who may have had to cope with great sadness that he could not express and so gained weight. It may be guys whose genetics also just afford them beautiful flesh- or even just their wish to be subdued and dominated, becoming fuller, thicker and free of social constraints. So, continue to grow as much as you please... I shall dominate and protect that vulnerability in your large curves.

When “Hansel Boys” enter “forests”, they begin as average young men. Perhaps they’re lost- wandering from a celebration already stuffed and sleepy, but they’re always open to being worshipped- hungry for it even…that’s when they’re lured by my spell. It’s something they can easily play into. They remember “Hansel & Gretel”.

But that’s a witch in a fairy tale. A Warlock is different. He is modern. His charm is so seductive playing into a young man’s vanity that regardless of orientation, he’s captivated listening to the Warlock’s deep soothing voice, masculine and strong as if he will take care of all their worries in the world- the world that’s starting to blur into fantasy…his words beckon the young men inside a house or apartment and within the walls they can almost smell gingerbread.

“Let my my living room become your forest, and my black hat and shirt become like the witch’s robe in your stories as I caress your rear or moon over your belly, creeping underneath the tight shirts and sweatpants like I’m undoing your lederhosen. I’ll lean over you “Mein Hansel” and tell you your own fairy tale of when you found your way to my candied house.. “

When you see the gingerbread house you imagine yourself as any Hansel Boy would- like they all do in my house. They immediately attach themselves to the icing covered walls of the gingerbread house eating and stuffing their bodies. The Warlock waits patiently watching them climb over the walls like vines, gradually plumping up like berries. When the Warlock appears before them, they are caught by surprise with their faces stuffed. The Warlock stuffs an apple in each of their mouths and throws them in a large steamer to simmer and reduce the fat.

As the steam increases, the boys become only half aware of the reality, and half the fairy tale. They call out weak and submissive, eager to play along.

“Are you going to baste me, sir? Keep me in a pot and fatten me? Will I be your gingerbread guy?” 🍪

But the Warlocks have no interest in eating gingerbread boys. That’s a witch’s motive. Warlock’s have other plans.

In all the heat the boys get hungry and the Warlock brings them pastries, sodas, sweet beers, and sweets galore.

But as they fatten, they go back in the pot where the fat moistens their skin and the steam expands their body loosening their frame to become stretchy and pliable to be able to be filled to larger capacity.

When they’re too big for the steamer and their fattened skin is the most pliable to be filled up, the Warlock moves the boys into giant tubs of hot water and pours in bags of sugar. The boys’ mental faculties being broken, have no idea that the steamer has primed their bodies to absorb the sugar water like sponges- juicing them up like fruit for a pie.

Gradually they will become less like dumb boys and more like a big blueberry🫐, a giant peach🍑, a juicy pear🍐 or a stuffed pillow full of fluffy marshmallow...☁️ like these.

And with their new shape, they’ll smile because it will be easier to just be rounder, and they’ll start to love fattening themselves up on their own, and be eager to bloat in sugar baths. All they’ll want is to please the Warlock and they won’t even know why… If done regularly, the boys will ripen rapidly.

But one wouldn’t want them to get so overripe that they burst or leak- a Hansel’s frame only holds so much. Bigger clothes would be needed to keep them warm with plenty of room to swell rather quickly if they’ve been good at being conditioned. That’s how the Warlock can ensure a sweet tasting harvest! 🍭

“Then how will I know when to stop? How will I know when I’m ready to be consumed?”

The Warlock can tell when they are ready to be measured by looking into their eyes. When the boys are soft, and the body is rounder, the Warlock must measure the fruit’s ripeness, like any fruit in the market- using his hands. The Hansel Boys have only to lift their shirts so the Warlock may feel…

Undoubtedly, the stomach will already be engorged like a watermelon 🍉. So then to really know when it’s time, he must gauge the rest of the fruit’s shapeliness. It will begin with the plum of the cheeks in their faces. They will grow in color as the boys grow in general. Then it will spread to their hindquarters. The healthy rear begins to fill up like water balloons jiggling, growing full in their pants as they increase in size- buttocks now like basketballs straining under the stretching fabric, begging to be released... 🏀🏀 The boys will try to close their pants, but they’ll feel ready to burst- forcing the buttons closed, holding their big boy bottom in those pants like a heavy pumpkin, perfectly round and strapped tight in the sling of their underwear...🎃

When both sets of cheeks are full, the Warlock will listen closely, placing his hands on the fleshy bounty. The Warlock should hear the insides slosh at his touch. Then the Warlock knows a Hansel Boy is ready. For the sloshing means that a Boy is about to swell rapidly and must be released of the prison of their clothes down to the undergarments- or else the pressure of the clothes will make them burst.

Indeed the Warlock found one such Hansel Boy. He quivered at the Warlock’s hand and the sloshing sound became louder. To see him was the perfect shape- the plum of their ass like a loaf of bread, inflated to the same curvature of their melon-belly. He even pulled his underwear down over his calves to show his Master how well-fed he looked.

Mein gott! He was growing. The bubble butt just kept inflating as the undergarments were peeled back. As his backside was where he was the most heavy and round, the Warlock placed him on a chair to avoid losing his balance under the weight of the upcoming swell.

As he is rolled over to the chair, he groans. The Warlock looked at the pitiful grin on the Hansel Boy’s face as he pulled the boy’s underwear back on his beefy big-boy bottom. It must have been like a pressure cooker on him as he grabbed his stomach and the sloshing grows louder. The boy looks slightly concerned- and rightly so. It is time now for the fruit to swell. The Hansel Boy’s eyes looked softly into the handsome Warlock’s face. He doesn’t understand the sloshing sound or why he has swollen beyond a normal weight gain as opposed to just being a big boy, but he can’t stop looking at the Warlock. The Warlock looks deeply back into his eyes and says, “Mein Hansel…”

“Is that my name? I must’ve forgotten. Is it now then that you are to eat me? Am I roasted to your perfection. Shall I ready myself to be basted? For you have fattened me up just so that you must eat me. I shall even take an apple into my mouth. Come and taste this gingerbread, sir.”

Hansel should be embarrassed that he has submitted so easily to a warlock, forgetting who he is or what he’s asking. All he can do is greedily wish to be relieved quickly through sins of the flesh. He craves it. But he has no idea the actual sin the Warlock intends to commit. So the Warlock explains.

“You’re not going to be gingerbread, boy. You are no longer flesh but a vessel of ripening fruit. I’ve fattened up your skin so I could expand you with the sweetest nectar. And now i will have to harvest your juices…before you burst…”

The Hansel Boy dazed, knowing he is the Warlock’s pomegranate, and the sin of the Warlock will be that of Persephone- who will take up all of the juice, seed, and nectar the boy has to offer. Hearing this, his eyes widen, as he realizes his actual size and swelling. The gurgling intensifies as he realizes it is juice sloshing in his body, and looks in horror as his realization has brought on the swell.

The boy panics seeing the sudden growth. His breath quickens as he feels heavier and wider. The sound of the juice is flushing through his ears but, there’s a sudden stop. A low rumbling is heard as the boy feels a strained tightness. The boy’s stomach is at a breaking point. It grumbles louder as pressure builds. He starts to groan, but the Warlock puts his finger to his lips and shushes the boy. For Hansel may burst if he excites himself too much. And so, just as before, the Warlock cradles the boy’s neck and lays him backward.

The Warlock explains the juicing process might be long, but the boy should have complete trust and enjoy the process. The Warlock smiles down at him. The Hansel Boy relaxes and his mind starts to drift. He remembers when he was just a regular guy that was hungry for food, for some attention, and now the Warlock had him in his hands, looking at him so adoringly, so wise, so fatherly, so handsome and yet sinister. He feels entirely different.

“Daddy..” the boy calls. “Help me…”

The Warlock explained that there was two places from which the juice could be siphoned from Hansel’s body and that Hansel should lift his legs and melt into a spread for his master. For Hansel was promised the sweetest release if he just relaxed. The moment he finally gave in, he began to feel the slightest bit of rhythmic pressure and was squeezed ever so gently.

The edging continued as the juice was rimmed. The Warlock was ever so careful. Too much pressure or suction, and the boy would spurt like a grape🍇. But at last, the Warlock announced the boy was about to give out- so much- and that the juice would come forth in gallons. And so it happened. Hansel had been given release, and the Warlock tasted the sweetest nectar- cleaning the siphon and the rim rather greedily.

But the Warlock is not done with the Hansel Boy. Now the Warlock has no need to lure and groom fresh fruit for harvest because he can ripen his current stock by planting new seeds. For now, the boy being less heavy with juice, the Warlock bid the Hansel Boy plant that giant peach on his lap. The Warlock will grind new seeds inside him…so that he will be ready for harvest again in the new year.🫐🍑🍇🎃. Then forever will the Warlock have the juice he requires!

[neopetstoreality]

Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (or it could just be the normal story idk)

Braided Candy Warrior Wig (NC)

Candy Warrior Dress (NC)

Candy Warrior Crossbow (NC)

Candy Warrior Costume Pack (NC)

Short Candy Warrior Wig (NC)

Candy Warrior Lederhosen (NC)

Suspicious Candy House Background (NC)

[gluttonygirls]

"Oh Ereshhhh~"

If Ereshkigal took the time to turn her head, she'd see that Ishtar wasn't in her Hansel-esque ass-hugging lederhosen anymore. The fat fertility goddess changed into witch outfit, a sexy, skimpy one at that-

As for the heat... The ravenette is roasting some hams and a rack of ribs for her new taste-testing piggy~

"I hate you so much!!!"

[daeva-agas]

I'm not really feeling this current Ai Ran... Not a fan of the items and the chibis' costumes. The lederhosen one was basically almost identical to the Hansel and Gretel one they had a few months ago, and the turban one is kind of eh.

In general I'm not the biggest fan of modern day stuff. I would prefer it to be at least medieval or fantasy :(

[cooperskitchen]

We all know that porn isn’t a lifetime career for most guys.

Take this juicy pig. He joined the industry at 18, and for a long time he was at the top of the game. This was his dream career, and he knew it’d last forever. Sadly, that was never going to happen. By the time he was in his twenties there were too many hot young things to compete with, so I approached his studio and we thought why not let their former top star go out with a bang?

Luckily for me, this piggy was a natural born longpig who dreamed of becoming meat, but never thought he’d go through with it. combining that with his dream career and he signed his life away without a second thought!

It was the classic “Hansel and Gretel” situation, although with an eager Hansel fattening up. We even livestreamed the whole thing - his time in the feeding cages, face down in a trough of slop, shovelling sweets and cakes and meats down his throat, gulping down beer. We measured every weighing, every measurement, every fuck. We even did a few live feedings at gay clubs around Berlin, and as you can see from the Lederhosen he was already a pig ready for the oven. He may have been falling from porn superstardom, but his new identity as Hansel had him shooting up the popularity charts.

Of course, we all know Hansel and Gretel doesn’t have a happy ending, so we came up with our own. This time around, Hansel is eager to be the best piggy possible, even cooking up his own balls as an appetizer for the warlock - and damn, they were some great balls - and begging for more as fistful after fistful of stuffing disappeared up his fat ass, in between the mouthfuls he was stuffing down his throat. We finished this off with funnelling a few pints of beer right down his throat. Pork and beer are a great combination.

Then it was just a wink at the camera, and into the oven he went.

The studio let a few lucky fans tome for dinner. You’d be surprised how many people are curious about the taste as longpig, especially a longpig as eager and delicious as this.

Hansel’s Cannibal Cookout became the studio’s bestselling porn film of all time, enough for them to found a whole new studio, Gingerbread, just for cannibal themed porn shoots. We already have applications rolling in both from longpigs and chefs, so it looks like I won’t be facing a shortage of boypork any time soon.

[misio-dangisio]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

So, YOU toook the cookies from the cookie jar... Funny how this aggressive kid was just a glutton with a sweet tooth!

[caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma]

Map of the Soul, Drabble #2

Drabble #2 - A Prom Dress Fit for a Princess

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 7K+

Warnings: NSFW 18+ cursing, sexual tension, groping, oral sex (m/f receiving), fingering, suggestive language, protected consensual sex, 

“Why can’t we just have a normal theme for Prom?” you scoffed while looking at the garish poster in the hallway. “This theme is totally isolating people who are planning on going to Prom without dates.”

“Costumes aren’t just for couples, sweetheart,” a warm voice mutters behind you. “Must you make everything into an argument?”

You grinned at the playful tone in his voice, but you couldn’t shake the need to validate your argument. You refused to turn around because you knew that the moment you saw that heart-shaped smile, you’d lose any and all conviction in furthering your point.

“I’m just saying that not everyone is going to fit into this theme,” you continued. “What if someone wanted to go alone or in a group? What do those people do for costumes? The only depictions on this poster are couples. That’s very discouraging.”

“What is so discouraging about Romeo & Juliet?” the voice countered. “That’s classic literature and totally your thing.”

“A poor example, at best,” you snorted. “Unless you’re trying to go for a lame teenage romance gone completely wrong. They would not be my first choice in literary couples.”

“Oh yeah?” the voice challenged. “Name one better than Romeo & Juliet. I dare you.”

“The Little Prince and his Rose,” you argued. “Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy! Shrek and Fiona!”

Suddenly, you were whirled around and into the arms of a very handsome and very annoyed boy who was clearly not happy with your examples.

“There is no way I’m painting myself green,” the handsome boy growled. “There are limits to my love, sweetheart.”

“What are you talking about?” you snickered at him. “You were going to be Fiona. I was going to be Shrek. Haven’t you heard of genderbent costumes, Hobi?”

Jung Hoseok rolled his eyes at you as you burst into a fit of giggles imagining him in a green ensemble complete with red wig and golden tiara. Your giggles ceased abruptly as he tugged you into a nook in the hallway and pressed his lips onto yours. It was a simple kiss, but it was enough to shut you up. Before either of you got any ideas about flaunting your PDA in the middle of the high school, Hoseok pulled away and shook his head in mock exasperation.  You’d been dating for nearly a year and you still knew exactly what to do and say to get him riled up and pouting.  

“You’re always teasing me, sweetheart,” Hoseok whined cutely. “One of these days, I’m going to have to punish you for being so mean to me.”

“I’m sorry, Hobi,” you cooed. “It’s just so much fun to see your feathers all ruffled.”

“No feathers and no sequins,” Hoseok commanded. “Like I said before, I have limits.”

“Fine, then we won’t be Shrek and Fiona,” you relented. “I’m sure we can figure out an amazing costume for Prom. But seriously, honey, the Prom committee should try to make some posters that are more inclusive. Maybe like group or solo costumes?”

“Ok, ok,” Hoseok exclaimed. “I will talk to our marketing person and see if they can make some extra posters. I can’t have the Prom Committee Chair’s girlfriend starting a ruckus over inclusivity.”

“Thank you, my love,” you replied while planting a kiss on his flushed cheek. “Now, let’s get to class. We’re starting a new project in Theatre today.”

Hand in hand, the two of you rushed off to your next class with thoughts of Prom floating around your head. -------------------------------

“This is going to be an amazing project, baby!” Hoseok cheered. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Well, yeah,” you sighed. “But there are just so many options, it’s difficult to choose just one.” 

Your Theatre teacher’s words echoed in your mind and you scrolled through the search results on your phone.

Your next project is to create a Fairy Tale Performance. Choose a fairytale, create your own costumes, props, and design a set. You will be performing for the elementary students in about three weeks and you will be graded on your theatrical choices and how the audience reacts to your performance.

“What about Hansel and Gretel?” you suggested. “I think you’d look cute in lederhosen and I can totally pull off wooden clogs and braids.”

“Ewww, pass,” Hoseok winced. “That would require a lot of set design and we’d have to find a witch. I want something that is just for the two of us.”

“Ok, then what about Rapunzel?” you offered. “It might be fun to make a massive braided wig and drape it all over the stage.”

“What is it with you and braids?” Hoseok chuckled. “No, I think we can do better.”

“Well, then you pick something, Hobi,” you huffed. “I’ve already suggested over a dozen different fairy tales. What exactly are you looking for?”

“Something unique,” he smiled. “Something just for us.”

Hand in hand, you were both deep in thought as you arrived at the community theatre to visit Hoseok’s mother. She was the head seamstress in the costume department, and Hoseok started interning as her assistant the summer before his senior year. Throughout his tenure at the theatre, Hoseok gained invaluable knowledge and skills about sewing, costuming, and all things theatre.

“Hello, Mama,” Hoseok chirped as he popped his head into the costume shop. “What are you working on today?”

Hoseok’s mother smiled softly while running layers of fabric through her sewing machine. Yards and yards of colorful silks and satin were draped across her mannequins and you marveled at the scene before you.

“Hello, my son,” Mrs. Jung replied after lifting her needle and cutting away the excess from the garment she was working on. “I’m prepping costumes for the next musical production that is set to start in about a month. It’s going to be a large cast, so I need to have some starter costumes ready for fittings. What about you two? To what do I owe this honor?

“We have a project for our Theatre class,” Hoseok explained. “I was hoping I could convince my wonderful mother to help me make some costumes.”

Mrs. Jung chuckled slightly and walked over to an empty mannequin to drape the newly sewn garment. She began pinning more pieces to the costume and she motioned in your direction to get more pins, which you quickly brought to her.

“Thank you, dear,” she said while pinching your cheek playfully. “It’s so lovely having someone around who helps me instead of demanding more work in my already busy schedule.”

“Mama,” Hoseok whined cutely. “You know I would do this on my own if I could-”

“Well, that’s wonderful,” Mrs. Jung cheered. “I’m so glad that you’ve finally realized your potential, son. Use whatever you need in the shop, but please try to stay out of my way. Mama has a big production coming up and these costumes are excessively complicated to create. I’m so proud of you, Hoseokie.”

With a pat on his chin, Mrs. Jung was able to help Hoseok close his dropped jaw and she tossed a wink your way as she walked into her supply closet. Hoseok dropped his head in defeat and pouted as he walked toward you.

“I guess we’re on our own, baby,” Hoseok grumbled. “I thought for sure she’d help me out with some ideas.”

“Hobi, didn’t you hear her?” you admonished softly. “She knows you can do this on your own, and besides, she’s hella busy right now. I think we can do this, yeah?”

Hoseok sighed and sank into a seat at the spare drafting table in the costume shop. All throughout the summer, this station was his little creative corner. The two of you had even written your names on the wall by his station, complete with hearts and flowers. You glanced at the empty table and decided to help your grumpy honey along with his creative process. 

You grabbed a sketch pad and several pencils from a nearby shelf and placed them on the table in front of him. When he refused to budge, you took up a pencil and started sketching out stick figures with your amateur drawing skills. Under each figure, you wrote the words “Prince” and “Princess” and looked up at him with your imploring eyes.

“Ok, Hobi, here’s the deal,” you began. “I will be your assistant seamstress if you can design us some costumes fit for royalty. If we’re going to put so much effort into this project, we might as well get more use out of these costumes. Let’s make them so nice that we can wear them to Prom. This will be our couple’s costume!”

“I thought you were against the couple's costumes,” Hoseok challenged. “Weren’t you just giving me grief about this at school, my love?”

“I was challenging the committee’s lack of inclusion, not the couple’s costumes,” you corrected. “Besides, we’re a couple. We should go as a matching pair. Just us.”

Hoseok sighed and pulled you into his arms with a whiny groan. You could actually feel him smiling into the crook of your neck, so you allowed him a little time to get all the exaggerated dismay out of his system. After planting a kiss on your forehead, Hoseok finally relented and grabbed the pencil out of your hand.

“Ok, fine,” he grumbled playfully. “I’ll design us some fairytale/Prom outfits, but I need something to go off of. Break out those books you got from the library and let’s pick our royal pair.”

Mrs. Jung wandered out as you were perusing the books next to the workstation and when she looked over Hoseok’s shoulder to see him sketching out foundational design concepts, she hummed thoughtfully.

Hoseok stopped drawing and tapped his pencil on the table, signaling his slight annoyance at his mother’s hovering.

“Yes, Mama?” Hoseok asked sweetly. “Did you want to say something?”

“Oh, no, sweetheart,” Mrs. Jung assured him. “I was just looking at your sketches. What is your project exactly?”

“We have to perform a fairytale for the elementary students,” you explained. “But we also want to use the costumes for Prom, so I’m trying to find a prince and princess pair for us in one of these books.”

“I see,” Mrs. Jung responded. “Did you find a Korean fairytale then?”

“Not yet,” you replied. “I’m still looking.”

“Really?” Mrs. Jung replied with a tilt of her head. “Then why is Hoseokie drawing a hanbok?”

You stepped over to look at Hoseok’s drawing, and sure enough, there was a figure wearing a stylish hanbok on the page. Hoseok tilted his head in confusion at his drawing and shrugged with a giggle.

“Just drawing what I know, I guess,” Hoseok grinned. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Hobi,” you smiled. “That actually looks beautiful. Do you want me to find a Korean fairytale then?”

“Oh, you won’t find many Korean fairytales about princes or princesses, my dear,” Mrs. Jung explained. “Our culture doesn’t have a Cinderella or a Snow White. It’s a shame, really. You would look radiant in a hwarot, sweetheart, and my Hoseokie would look so dashing in a classic hanbok.”

“Well, maybe they don’t have to be a part of the story,” you suggested. “Maybe Hoseok and I can just dress up as Korean royalty and recite a Korean fairytale like that?”

“Hey, that’s a great idea,” Hoseok beamed. “I could make our costumes look amazing and we can just act like royal storytellers.”

“And then we can wear the costumes to Prom!” you gushed. “Oh, Hobi, it’s perfect.”

“Thank you, Mama,” Hoseok called out as Mrs. Jung made her way back to the sewing machine.

“For what?” Mrs. Jung smirked. “I didn’t do anything.” ------------------

After a few days of sketching, Hoseok finally had two amazing designs prepared for your costumes. His traditional hanbok had a few modern embellishments and he was planning all sorts of accessories to accent the outfit completely. Additionally, Hoseok scoured Korean history books for images and designs for a proper hwarot that only a Korean princess could wear. Side by side, the outfits were going to look phenomenal, and you were so excited to start making them.

Hoseok already had his own measurements, and you were eager for him to take your measurements so he could start pulling fabric for your gown. Mrs. Jung set aside several bolts of colorful fabric that Hoseok noticed were reflecting the colors of the Korean flag. Bold royal blue silk and vibrant red brocade joined piles of black satin, gold ribbons, and delicate strands of beads surrounding Hoseok’s workstation.

You arrived at the theatre after your marching band rehearsal, and you hoped that Hoseok didn’t mind that you were dressed in shorts and a baggy T-shirt. Once you entered the costume shop, your worries were allayed when Hoseok handed you a simple muslin tunic to put on.

“You’re going to have to wear this under the hwarot,” Hoseok explained. “I’ll be able to get better measurements this way. Don’t worry if it’s loose. The other garments will layer over it.”

You slipped away to the dressing room to change and when you returned, Hoseok was nowhere to be found. You wandered around backstage and eventually came across the empty stage with the ghost light shining brightly across the theatre. Light classical music could be heard from the backstage area, and you couldn’t help swaying and spinning in time with the music.

As you made your way across the stage, you imagined you were performing for a packed audience and your movements increased dramatically. You fictionalized a ballet where you were seeking out your lost love, and you focused on the ghost light stand as your absent prince. You ended your impromptu performance by embracing the ghost light and were startled by sudden applause emanating from the wings.

“Bravo, princess,” Hoseok called out. “Magnificent!”

You swiped at your burning cheeks and pranced into the wings to bury your face into his shoulder. As embarrassed as you were, Hoseok knew better than to tease you for too long. You pulled back and pouted at his brilliant smile, which prompted him to assault your face with a dozen kisses. You giggled at first, but the lighthearted feeling in your chest shifted into something steamier as Hoseok nipped at the sensitive spot on your neck. You pulled him back behind the curtain and proceeded to devour his lips hungrily.

You half expected Hoseok to put a stop to your lustful advances, but there was something different about Hoseok now. His hands were not resting tentatively on your hips, but were grasping at your skin and sliding back against your ass. His hips refused to keep their distance, instead choosing to grind against your stomach, revealing a hearty erection. His voice lacked any of the whiny nature you usually heard, but instead housed a deep growl which sent shivers down your spine.

“Hobi,” you whispered. “What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s this slip you have on, princess,” Hoseok explained while nibbling on your ear. “It’s practically sheer under those lights. You have no idea how incredible you looked dancing around like that.”

“Oh yeah?” you gasped as he reached up to fondle your breast. “Did you like what you saw?”

“You have no idea,” Hoseok groaned. “It was so hot. I just want to keep touching you. Maybe unwrap you like a birthday present?”

You moaned lightly at his suggestion and reached between you to grip the stiffness pressing against your stomach. Hoseok’s hips shot forward and he stilled completely in your arms.

Before he could refuse, you reached in and took a hold of his hardened length and began stroking it slowly. Hoseok braced his arms against the wall and huffed out a groan at your ministrations. Sensing that this needed to be something quick, you dropped to your knees and wrapped your lips around the strained head of his penis. Hoseok’s moan was muffled as he buried his face into arm, and he restrained his hips from thrusting forward as you brought him to his climax effortlessly.

Hoseok still marveled at your insistence of swallowing while going down on him, but he respected your decision. Who was he to argue if your main concern was cleaning up an unnecessary mess? Hoseok helped you back to your feet and sought out your lips, not even caring that he could taste his own cum in your mouth. As hot and heavy as things were getting, one of you needed to get a grip on the situation before you got busted.

“Shit,” Hoseok breathed out while leaning his forehead against your own. “We can’t do this, princess.”

“I know, Hobi,” you sighed out airily. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be fooling around in the theatre. Your mom would kill us.”

“I mean, yeah, you’re right, she would,” Hoseok chuckled. “But I meant that I’m still not ready to go any further.”

“Hobi,” you replied with worry. “I wasn’t trying to pressure you into anything, my love. I told you I would wait and I meant it.”

“I know,” Hoseok grumbled. “But a few more minutes of this and I won’t be able to control myself, so we need to stop.”

"Oh, yeah?" you smirked. "What happened to all that self control of yours? Did you lose it somewhere?"

"Yeah," Hoseok sighed while gripping your hips. "It went out the window when I saw you in this slip, princess."

You pressed one last kiss to Hoseok’s lips and you straightened out your clothing before heading back to the costume shop. You both stopped at the bathroom to freshen up and then strolled back to the costume shop hand in hand.

The rest of the afternoon was ripe with sexual tension, and every time Hoseok’s fingers danced across your skin as he took your measurements, you fought the urge to shiver or whine or make any kind of sound that would sound sensual in any way. Hoseok was also struggling while on his knees in front you, inhaling the faint smell of your arousal through the thin muslin.

After that sexually charged work session, you and Hoseok agreed to go out for dinner, but first, you both ended up in the backseat of your car with your legs over his shoulders and his tongue buried in your dripping cunt. Several orgasms later, you were both satiated and decided to end the night with a quick bite to eat at your favorite drive-in restaurant. While you were stealing some of his curly fries, you noticed a pensive look on Hoseok’s face.

“What’s the matter, Hobi?” you asked. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok stated unconvincingly. “It’s fine.”

“Hobi,” you sighed. “What is it? You can tell me.”

Hoseok's shoulders sagged as he put his half-eaten burger on the dashboard and turned toward you in his seat. You followed his lead and did the same, apprehension clouding your mind as you took in the furrowed brows on your boyfriend’s face.

“Are you happy with me, princess?” Hoseok murmured quietly. “Are you sure that I’m enough for you?”

“What are you talking about, Hobi?” you blurted out. “Of course, I’m happy with you! I love you so much, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“I know you love me,” Hoseok pouted. “And I love you too, but sometimes, I feel like maybe you wish I could give you more. I know we’ve already talked about this a lot, but it still bothers me when I pull away from you like I did earlier.”

“Baby,” you cooed. “Have I ever given you any indication that I’m not totally satisfied in our relationship?”

“No,” Hoseok admitted. “But I know you’re used to more than what I’m giving you. I know you and Taehyung were very active, and I feel like I could never measure up to him. I mean, you guys call each other soulmates. How am I not supposed to wonder whether he could give you more than I can?”

You leaned forward and cupped Hoseok’s face with your hands. The distress on his face was unbearable and you resisted the urge to plant a million kisses on his face so that you could assuage his grief.

“Soulmate or not, Taehyung is not you,” you reminded him. “I love you, Jung Hoseok, and it doesn’t matter that you’re a virgin and I’m not. You are all I need, and you have nothing to prove to me or anyone else. Just be you, Hobi. That is more than enough for me.”

Hoseok took a deep breath and nodded as best he could with his face squished between your palms. You smiled at the glimmer of hope in his eyes and you prayed that he believed the truth of your words. You leaned in to press a kiss onto his lips and when you pulled away, his face broke into a vibrant smile. The glassy look in his eyes confirmed that he was on the verge of tears and you hated that he was torturing himself unnecessarily. You grabbed a napkin and tried to dab at the corners of his eyes, but he wrapped his slender fingers around your wrist

“I’m ok, princess,” Hoseok assured you. “I’m just so happy that you feel that way. I know I get a little insecure about our physical relationship, but you never fail to make me feel so loved and wanted. Thank you for that.”

With a kiss to your wrist, Hoseok released the tension he’d been holding in his shoulders in a long exhale. He took the napkin from your hand and dabbed at his misty eyes comically to drain his lashes of the tears he’d been holding back. You couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt at comedy in the midst of your serious discussion, but that was your Hoseok.

Such an amazing person. How did I get so lucky? ------------------

“Can you hand me that black ribbon, princess?” Hoseok called out from behind the mannequin. “The velvet one, not the satin one.”

You grabbed the three black ribbons that looked like velvet and offered them to Hoseok, who was kneeling and pinning ribbons to the back of his hanbok. He looked up at you and grinned at the options you displayed in your hands. After grabbing one of the spools, he shook his head and started pinning more ribbon to the flowing fabric.

“Do we need to review fabrics again, princess?” Hoseok joked. “Didn’t we cover this over the summer?”

“Hobi,” you groaned. “A lot of these ribbons look the same. How am I supposed to keep them all straight? That’s your job.”

He simply chuckled and snipped the ribbon on the spool before pinning the last bit of ribbon on the edge of the hanbok’s hem. As he stood, he examined the other bits of fabric and ribbon pinned to his creation and hummed in satisfaction. He emerged from behind the mannequin and set down his sewing supplies on the workstation. After pulling you into a back hug, he leaned his head on your shoulder and sighed happily.

“So, what do you think, princess?” he questioned playfully. “Do you like it? Is this what you imagined your prince wearing?”

You dragged your gaze across the bold colors, the clever embellishments, and the hint of modern flair that Hoseok managed to imbue into his creation and you were astonished. You knew he was skilled, but this latest creation was beyond anything you’d expected. His hanbok was worthy of being displayed in a museum; such intricacy, such craftsmanship, such finery.

“It’s perfect, Hobi,” you exhaled. “You truly are a master at this.”

“I’d say so,” piped up a voice from the corner of the room.

You and Hoseok turned to look over at Mrs. Jung who was hanging up another one of her prepped costumes on a hanger. It was magnificent and you were dazzled by the brilliant green and yellow accents she’d applied to the blue skirting. She brushed away a few wrinkles and stepped forward to look at her son’s garment.

“The line work is very good, Hoseokie,” she complimented. “I like how you took the original design and made it your own. A lot of heart went into this, I can tell. Well done, my son.”

“Thank you,” Hoseok beamed. “I can’t take all the credit though. I had an amazing teacher.”

Mother and son smiled brilliantly at each other before stepping forward for a tight hug. Mrs. Jung pulled a handkerchief from her apron and gently dabbed at her eyes. Hoseok cleared his throat awkwardly and sniffled slightly before lifting his mother’s free hand into his own. Their eyes met and glowed with affection and unbridled respect.

“Eomma,” Hoseok addressed his mother kindly. “Thank you for teaching me everything. I only hope that I can reproduce a fraction of your passion and talent. You inspire me to do great things, and I can’t tell you how grateful I am for all of the time we spend in this shop together.”

“Jung Hoseok,” his mother smiled. “It is not your talent which brings me pride. It is the dedication to your work which makes me happy. You’re an artist, son. I only sought to nurture the skills you already possessed naturally.”

Hoseok kissed her hand and she ruffled his hair before going back across the room and into the storage closet. You grabbed another tissue and dabbed at the tears which manifested while watching the tender moment between mother and son. Hoseok smiled softly at your emotional reaction and pulled you into his arms to soothe your tears.

“There, there, princess,” he said sweetly. “You don’t have to cry on my account.”

“I’m not,” you pouted. “That was just incredibly moving. You and your mom are #LifeGoals. I don’t have that kind of relationship with my mom.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok agreed. “But you do get all mushy and sweet with your dad. I’ve seen it firsthand.”

“I guess you’re right,” you relented. “I don’t know how you’re going to be able to finish my outfit. This one took you quite some time to complete and it isn’t even sewn together yet. Are you sure we didn’t take on too much, Hobi?”

“Not to worry, princess,” Hobi grinned. “Your hwarot was done yesterday.”

Hoseok stepped around you and pulled a sheet off of the mannequin behind you. You gasped at the glory he revealed and reached out a trembling hand to run your fingers across the royal blue satin of the bodice.

“Oh, Hobi,” you whispered. “It’s breathtaking.”

You explored the various folds of blue fabric, the silver brocade accents, the black ribbons sewn into the bodice creating a fitted curvature that stepped away from traditional and spoke of a modern interpretation of the original design. The hwarot he’d sketched originally was an exact replica of the designs in the history books, but this new iteration was unique and fresh while still maintaining the original structure of the gown.

“How did you come up with this design, Hobi?” you cooed. “It’s amazing.”

“Well, I started out with the original design,” Hoseok explained. “But honestly, I just kept thinking about you in that slip dancing around the stage. I couldn’t get your curves out of my head, so I decided to highlight them a little with those lines on the bodice. You were my inspiration, princess.”

You blushed under his praise and stepped behind the hwarot to look at the intricate lacing on the back of the bodice. The collar of the hwarot remained intact, but there was a large section under the collar that was left open. The bodice started lacing just above where your bra line started and continued down to the hip line before billowing out thanks to the petticoat underneath.

“This is the most incredible costume I’ve ever seen, Hobi,” you gushed. “I can’t get over how gorgeous it is.”

Hoseok reached over and took your hands into his own before kissing the tops of both. You smiled as brought you closer to him, pulling your hands to his chest.

“A gorgeous gown for my gorgeous princess,” Hoseok grinned. “The only thing more beautiful than this gown is you, my love. I can’t wait to see you in it.”

With a final kiss to your forehead, Hoseok stepped back to his hanbok and began pulling it off the mannequin so he could start sewing everything together. You changed into your muslin slip and Mrs. Jung took a few moments to help you into the completed hwarot, much to Hoseok’s pleasure. The compliments and praise showered upon you and Hoseok brought unimaginable joy to Mrs. Jung and she quickly excused herself once again to dab away the tears from her face.

After both outfits were sewn together and a final fitting took place, you and Hoseok gathered your things and gave Mrs. Jung a heartfelt goodbye. Your presentation was less than a week away and Prom was happening immediately after that. It was time to get ready to premiere Hoseok’s greatest creation. --------------------

“You guys were amazing today,” Hyejin gushed. “The kids loved your presentation. My little brother was talking to all of his friends about it.”

“Thanks,” you cheered while carefully arranging your hwarot into its garment bag. “It was so much fun. Hobi is such a ham. He was a hit as the goofy prince.”

“And you were the envy of every girl in our class,” Hyejin sighed. “That dress is absolutely gorgeous. I still can’t believe that he sewed your outfits himself. The man is crazy talented.”

“Tell me about it,” you giggled. “It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” came a voice from the hallway. “Are you talking about me, princess?”

Hoseok appeared with his garment bag and another tote full of accessories. As you finished packing up your gown, he collected the various props you’d placed on the desk.

“I was talking about you, my prince,” you cooed. “You were incredible today.”

“Thank you, thank you,” he beamed while bowing with a red plush dragon in his hand. “If I was incredible, then you were superb, princess. The kids loved you and I can confidently say that we aced that presentation.”

“Well, I’ve gotta head to practice,” Hyejin announced while gathering her things. “I’ll see you guys at Prom tomorrow.”

You both said your goodbyes to Hyejin as she skipped out the door and you zipped up your garment bag after folding the last yard of fabric inside and securing the hanger. Hoseok placed the last bauble into his tote and zipped it up as well. He looked over at you and opened his arms comically.

“Come here, princess,” he demanded. “Give your prince a hug.”

You leaned into his embrace and the two of you just held each other for a few moments, allowing the excitement of the afternoon to dwindle into a pleasant buzz. You leaned your head back to look into Hoseok’s face and the two of you smiled as your eyes met.

“I’m so proud of you, Hobi,” you said. “You never cease to amaze me. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

“I’m the lucky one, princess,” Hoseok corrected while tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “I get to have this incredible, beautiful, sexy girl in my life. You make me feel so loved. I just wish you could understand how much you mean to me.”

You shook your head at his sentiment and kissed his lips. As you pulled away, he continued to look at you like the answers to the universe were in your eyes.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, you giggled and booped him on the nose before turning to gather your things. You turned to see Hoseok staring at you fondly with hooded lids and a devious smirk.

"What, Hobi?" you pried. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason," Hoseok shrugged. "Just thinking about how beautiful my princess looked in that gown. I can't wait to see you in it tomorrow at Prom."

"Well," you teased while pinching his cheek playfully. "I will make sure that I am very careful when I get dressed tomorrow. I want to look extra special for my prince."

Hoseok waited until you were almost to the door before he reached over to grab his bags.

"You be careful putting it on," he murmured quietly, just out of earshot. "I'll be careful taking it off."

You missed the mischievous smirk on Hoseok's face because as soon as you turned around, it was replaced by a glowing smile.

"Let's go, princess," Hoseok chirped. "I have a lot to do before tomorrow and so do you."

Hoseok placed another lingering kiss on your lips and headed down the hallway next to you.

It's time. ------------------

The lights were flashing and the music was pulsating throughout the ballroom. After posing for your Prom portraits and making the rounds to all your friends, you and Hoseok were seated with a random assortment of refreshments.

"Isn't it wonderful, Hobi?" you gushed. "You and the committee did an amazing job. Everyone looks so good in their outfits!"

"Not as good as you look, princess," Hoseok commented. "Not one person holds a candle to you tonight."

'It's all because of you Hobi," you exclaimed. "You created a masterpiece when you made these outfits."

"Only because you were my Muse," Hoseok purred. "Care to dance, princess? Let's show off my inspiration to everyone."

You nodded enthusiastically and took his hand as he escorted you to the dance floor. The music transitioned into a thumping R&B tune and Hoseok pulled your arms around his neck as he swiveled and gyrated his hips to the sultry beat. You hummed with satisfaction as his thigh pressed in between your legs, mere inches from your center.

You were both sweaty with exertion and when the R&B groove gave way to a slow melodic love song, you both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew," you breathed out. “That was fun, but I need a minute to catch my breath.”

“Already, princess?” Hoseok teased. “I thought you’d have more stamina than that.”

You pouted and smacked his arm playfully and his giggles filled your ears deliciously. With the multicolored lights bouncing across the dance floor and the light dusting of imitation fog, you twirled around the dance floor with your handsome prince. He spun you around once again and you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling at his sparkling eyes and buoyant smile. When the song switched to another slow song, you sighed happily and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Once more around the ballroom, princess?” Hoseok asked sweetly. “Or are you done making everyone else jealous with your unparalleled beauty?”

You nodded against his shoulder and he waltzed the two of you into a shadowy corner of the dance floor. You were in the midst of soaking up this romantic moment when Hoseok’s hands began to wander into the silken folds of your gown and your breath hitched when his fingers found your center.

“Hobi,” you squeaked. “What are you doing?”

“You look incredible in that gown, princess,” he breathed out huskily. “I can only imagine how you’d look without it on.”

Your eyes widened significantly and you pulled back to look at Hoseok’s face. Full blown lust was darkening his gaze and the dimples around his lips deepened as he grinned. You’d seen your boyfriend aroused before, but this was something else entirely.

“Hobi,” you exhaled shakily. “What’s gotten into you?”

His smile softened and he leaned in to kiss your lips gently, raising a hand behind your neck to hold you in place as you shared the sweetest collection of kisses he had to offer.

“Princess,” he murmured against your lips. “This past year with you has been one of the happiest of my life. I can’t even remember what my life was like before you were in it.”

“Oh, Hobi,” you shivered. “You make me happy too. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too” Hoseok whispered into your ear. “In fact, I love you so much that I might have built up this impossible image in my mind that you are untouchable and precious. So precious that you will break if I push you too hard.”

“I’m not a delicate little flower, Hobi,” you grumbled. “And you haven’t been pushing me at all. If anything, I feel like I’m the one pushing you sometimes.”

“Absolutely not,” Hoseok snapped. “You’ve been nothing but patient and understanding, and I am so grateful that you allowed me to come to terms with my virginity on my own.”

“Hobi,” you whined. “I don’t care if you’re a virgin. I already told you that. We don’t have to do anything just because I have before. I just want to be with you. That’s all I need.”

“I know,” Hoseok sighed. “And it only makes me love you more.”

Hoseok punctuated his statement with another kiss to your lips, lingering on your bottom lip and nibbling on it hungrily. You were thankful for the lack of lighting in this corner and the excess fog collected around you. You didn’t want to get kicked out of Prom for making out with your boyfriend on the dance floor.

“I know this is going to sound totally cliché,” Hoseok murmured against your lips. “But I really want to make this prom night memorable. I think I’m ready to make love to you, princess. Will you let me show you just how much I love you?”

You shivered with excitement and took a moment to fully appreciate the look on his face, your thighs clenching at the unbidden desire pulsing in his dilated pupils, and you bit your lip with anticipation.

“Yes, Hobi,” you smiled demurely. “I’m ready.”

Before the music could stop playing, you wandered back to your table to gather your things. After a quick stop at the bathroom, you walked back into the parking lot toward Hoseok’s vehicle. Your options were limited since you were both still high school students living at home, so Hoseok made a split second decision and drove toward the coast. --------------------------

“Hand me that other blanket, princess,” Hoseok instructed. “Go ahead and take off your shoes. You can leave them in the front seat.”

As Hoseok laid yet another blanket in the back, you thanked the gods for his SUV and the seats that folded down to a nice level plane. After layering a few fluffy blankets from your last camping trip, there was a nice layer of comfort for you both to lay on. Once you discarded your shoes and accessories, Hoseok was careful to undress and hang his outer layers across the back windows. He helped you do the same and stretched your gown across the front seats so that you were tented in with the vibrant colors of the Korean flag.

Hoseok’s undershirt and boxers were clinging to his body with perspiration, and he couldn’t keep his eyes from roving across your own body covered with that simple muslin slip. With practiced precision, he reached down and ran his fingers from your exposed ankle all the way up to the slit across your thigh.

“I’ve been waiting to touch you in this slip since that day I caught you dancing in the theatre,” Hoseok admitted. “You were so intoxicating in that spotlight, your curves clearly visible under this thin material for my eyes only. I think I fell for you all over again that day.”

You shuffled closer and placed your hand on his cheek, shivering when his palm slid further up your thigh to your hip.

“I fall for you every day, Hobi,” you replied. “I feel so precious and desirable when I’m with you.”

“You should always feel like that,” Hoseok insisted. “Because that’s what you are, princess. Precious and the only thing that I truly desire.”

As soon as those words left Hoseok’s lips, he pulled you closer so he could devour your lips, his hand tangling into your hair while the other pushed your slip up further. In between heated kisses, you both began discarding your remaining articles of clothing until you were both left completely bare, grinding against each other in search of friction.

“Wait, princess,” Hoseok gasped as your hand wrapped around his stiff length. “Let me get the condoms.”

Hoseok reached between the seats and pulled out a 12-pack of condoms from his tote. Your eyes widened at the extra large pack, and you gawked at the open box that was clearly only half full.

“Umm, Hobi,” you queried. “What happened to all the other condoms in that box?”

“Oh,” Hoseok grumbled. “I wanted to get some practice putting one on and it took a few tries to get it right.”

You giggled at his embarrassment and kissed his flushed cheeks. Once the passion reignited, you were both fumbling with the foil square, trying to get it open and onto his swollen dick.

“Hold on, princess,” Hoseok groaned. “I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Hoseok shifted further down and latched onto your hardened nipple while dipping his slender fingers into your flooded depths. After stroking your clit and inserting not one, not two, but three fingers into you, Hoseok shuffled his body in between your legs and then paused. His heavy breathing was either a product of his passion or his lingering anxiety. You were about to reassure him that there was no need to rush, but he started rubbing the tip of his penis along your folds and you lost all sense of reason.

“Fuck, Hobi,” you moaned. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping,” Hoseok groaned. “In fact, I think I want more, princess.”

Hoseok shifted his hips forward and slipped into your hot center, earning him an even louder moan from you. You arched your back and encouraged him to thrust even deeper into you, which proved to be his breaking point.

“Shit,” Hoseok growled. “This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. How the fuck did I go so long without doing this with you, princess?”

He pulled back and slammed forward with more force and the high pitched “Hobi” you released made him grin.

“That’s right, princess,” Hoseok encouraged. “Let it all out. Tell the world who’s making you feel this good. Tell them who you belong to.”

Once the initial shock wore off, Hoseok found that his body and yours were a perfect fit. The more he gave, the more you took, the two of you fitting together like puzzle pieces, his hips continuously snapping into you, his hands gripping your ass and shoulder for leverage, your nails digging into his back with delicious licks of pain, your legs wrapped around his waist, your voice begging for more.

He was so enthralled with you, and he completely ignored any indicators that his body was heading toward any type of climax. Usually, he’d blow his load after you’d blown him for a few minutes or after you’d given him a short hand job. But now, he unearthed a mountain of stamina and only your cries of pleasure captured his attention. There was no way you were ending this night until he’d given you several orgasms. His own pleasure was shelved to serve you and nothing else mattered.

Once you were both sated, you cuddled against his sweaty chest trying to catch your breath after so much exertion. Hoseok trailed his fingers up and down your back and continued to kiss every inch he could reach. You never felt so revered or loved before.

“This really was the perfect evening,” you commented. “I wish it could last forever.”

“Forever?” Hoseok inquired. “Is that what my princess wants? Then that’s what I’ll give her.”

You hummed your assent and lifted your head to kiss him again. The hazy look in his eyes was a testament to his love and you thanked the gods for blessing you with such an amazing man in your life. The night was indeed memorable and you were somewhat disappointed when you had to put your clothes back on so he could take you home.

“Come on, princess,” Hoseok coaxed. “Our parents will kill us if we stay out all night. We’re already going to be late as it is.”

“I know,” you grumbled while pulling on your underwear. “I just feel like I won’t get many more of these nights with you. You’re graduating in a few months and then you’re leaving me to go to college.”

“Don’t say it like that, princess.” Hoseok admonished. “You only have one more year left and then you’ll be doing the same. There is a lot of time between now and when I have to leave. We’ll figure something out.”

“You promise?” you pouted.

“I promise,” Hoseok chuckled as he kissed your pouty lips. “Now, let’s get you home.”

You drove off away from the coast with the windows down, trying to air out the smell of sweat and sex from his vehicle. Once you pulled back into town, you raised the windows so you could fix your hair. If anyone saw you walking in with “sex hair,” you’d never hear the end of it. You took another glance at Hoseok, eyeing the flush of color dusting across his face after your sexual escapade, and you smiled.

Such a handsome prince. I hope nothing ever pulls us apart. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle that.

You pulled his hand into your own and looked out at the flashing landscape. Prom night may have been cliché, but no one could convince you that it hadn’t been perfect.

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“Me too,” she said with a soft knowing smile. “So let’s get those measurements and then afterwards we can talk about what you want out of your costumes. I understand you and Chrissy are going to be Hansel and Gretel for the Fairy Tale Night, is that right?”

Steve nodded. “I think that Eddie just wants to see me in lederhosen.” He paused for a second. “My best friend, Robin, too, now that I think about it.”

She laughed out loud for the first time and Steve decided she should laugh more. It was cute. “Well, aren’t they going to be disappointed. It’s meant to be sexy, not ridiculous.”

He smiled back at her. Yeah, they were going to along just fine. Ellie went through measuring him, quickly and efficiently. Steve was impressed by her professionalism and she was impressed by his ability to take direction and to hold still when told.

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Fairy Tail’s Fairy Tale’s Chapter 4

((Part 4 of my contribution for the Fairy Tail big bang by @ft-ez-bb ! This is my favorite chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Please like/comment/reblog/ect!! )) 

Wendy glanced back into the book, "Okay next is-" The doors of the guild were thrown open and an underwear-clad ice mage stormed in. "So how was the annulment?" Erza asked, smirking as she sat by Wendy. She had been looking over the slayer's shoulder and had an idea for the next story. "We're still married!" Juvia declared, hugging onto Gray happily. Normally Gray would allow her to hold onto him for a short time, but this time he roughly shrugged her off. "We can't get it annulled for 24 hours." he informed the guild bitterly, "They have to wait for the paperwork to go through before they can cancel it." 

"But Gajeel still has the paperwork. . . " Wendy said, confused. "What?!" Gray whirled towards the dragon slayer. Sure enough, the marriage certificate was still sitting on the table in front of him. "Yeah, technically you guys aren't legal until I turn this thing in." Gajeel said, handing Gray the paper. "Oh no!" Juvia gasped, she wasn't aware of that fact, "If we hurry back to City Hall we can turn it in-" Gray looked her dead in the eye as he ripped the certificate in half. Juvia gasped and covered her mouth. Gray proceeded to shred the rest of the paper, before throwing it into the fire. "Gray-" "No! I'm not talking to you- I don't even want to look  at you right now!" he yelled angrily. Juvia ran out of the guild sobbing. Wendy and Lyon seemed to be the only ones that felt bad for Juvia, as everyone else agreed that tricking someone into thinking they'd married you was crossing some sort of line. 

"I'm glad you're back Gray, because I think the next story would be perfect for you and Natsu." Erza mentioned. "Me and who?!" Gray demanded, "Aren't I angry enough right now?!" "But it's for Wendy." Erza pointed out, gesturing to the guild's sweetest member, who was staring at the book curiously. "Do you really think this would be good for Gray and Natsu?" Wendy asked curiously. "I think it would be perfect." Erza assured, "Lucy and I could be their parents. All we need now is a witch." "But who would want to hurt Gray and Natsu?" Wendy asked innocently. Laxus snorted from the bar, "Who wouldn't?" he took a drag from his pint but choked on it at Wendy's next words. 

"Perfect! Laxus, you can be the witch!" "No!" Laxus slammed his drink down, "I think this whole thing is stupid and I'm not-" he fell silent as his eyes fell on Wendy. She looked like she was about to cry. "Oh. . . I understand. . ." Wendy said hollowly. She looked away, "Y-you don't have to do it if you don't want to. . ." The guild glared and Laxus felt guilt twist in his stomach. "Hey- I didn't mean it like that-" he said quickly, "You know what? I'll be your witch." "I don't wanna make you-" Wendy began. Laxus interrupted her, "No. I want to be your witch." he assured, "It uh- it sounds like fun." "Really?" Wendy asked hopefully. "Really." Laxus confirmed. "Thank you, Laxus!" she hugged the blonde happily. Laxus stiffened at the touch, but sighed and rested a hand on her head, "You're welcome. . ." he grumbled, heading backstage. Freed had a hand on his heart as he watched the other go, "Laxus is so good with children." he declared fondly. Bixlow just stared at him in awe, "You must have seen something we didn't." 

HANSEL AND GRETEL

Wendy smiled, "Next up is the story of Hansel and Gretel-" "Hold it!" Wendy glanced up at Gray curiously. He was now clad in blue lederhosen. "Why am I the girl?" he demanded. "Because Gretel is the one who outsmarts the witch." Wendy explained. Gray glanced back towards Natsu, who was now trying to lick his own elbow. "Yeah, he's not outsmarting anyone. Alright, let's get started." He grabbed Natsu, who was wearing matching red lederhosen and dragged him backstage. 

"In a great wood there lived a poor woodcutter, his wife, and his two children. The boy's name was Hansel and the gir- the other boy's name was Gretel." Wendy began. Lucy and Erza came onstage and sat in a bed together. Natsu and Gray walked onstage from the other side. A prop door separated the boys from the girls. "I'm hungry." Natsu complained. "It's a famine, Natsu, everyone's hungry." Gray shot back. Lucy turned to Erza, "We gotta get rid of them, Erza." Gray and Natsu looked towards the door in confusion, they pressed their ears up against it to listen better. "I can't take it anymore!" Lucy wailed, "I need a break! Just for like, a day!" Erza hummed, "Well. . . their bickering is pretty obnoxious. . ." she admitted, "And we'd have a lot more food with Natsu out of the house. But how would we get rid of them?" "Let's just . . . leave them in the woods." Lucy suggested. Erza nodded to herself, "Simple, yet elegant- good plan, Lucy. Tomorrow, we'll leave our children in the woods." The two lay down in bed and pretended to sleep. 

Gray threw his hands up in exasperation, "Well, we're doomed." "Hey!" Natsu put a hand on Gray's shoulder, "Don't worry about it, we'll figure something out! We always do!" And the slayer lay on the ground to feign sleep as well. Gray looked towards the audience again. "Yeah, we're doomed." he confirmed, but joined Natsu on the floor anyways. Wendy took up her narration again, "The next day, the parents took Hansel and Gretel into the woods, intent on losing them."  "Alright kids, everyone ready to go into the woods?" Lucy asked. Natsu raised his hand eagerly, "Can I bring my rock collection?!" Lucy just stared at him for a moment. ". . . Sure. . ." she shook her head as she walked off. "Why the hell do you wanna bring a rock collection?" Gray asked. "I figured if we're gonna live in the woods, I might well release them back into the wild." Natsu shrugged. That rendered Gray speechless for a solid minute. "Natsu, Do you think the rocks . . . are alive?" he asked, slowly. "Well, yeah! Aren't they? Igneel said everything in nature is alive." Natsu replied casually. Gray gave a deep sigh, "Let's just get this over with." he stood up and walked offstage. "I'm still taking my rock collection!" Natsu declared stubbornly, as he followed Gray offstage. 

The group came onstage again. "Now you kids wait here and we'll come back soon." Erza assured, before her and Lucy left. "But they didn't' come back." Wendy said, "And soon it got dark." Gray sighed, "Well. . . our parents are clearly liars. You got any ideas, Natsu?" "Hey! My rocks are gone!" Natsu exclaimed, angrily looking into his now-empty pocket, he gasped and turned to Gray triumphantly, "I told you they were alive!" "There's a hole in your pocket, dumbass!" Gray argued. Natsu looked down and stuck his fingers through said hole, ". . . Oh yeah. . ." he saddened, "I loved those rocks." "Natsu, focus!" Gray yelled angrily, "We've been abandoned!" Natsu looked off miserably, "I at least wanted to say goodbye . . ." "Who knows what could happen to us out here?!" Gray continued. Natsu frowned, "Don't worry, Gray." he assured gently, "I'll take care of you!" Gray glared at the audience, "I'm gonna die in the woods with an idiot." 

The two sighed and sat on the ground in sorrow. "How many rocks did you have anyway?" Gray asked. Natsu shrugged, "I don't know. Happy gave them to me. He gave me a new one every time you and I fought to cheer me up." Gray was surprised, "That's a lot of rocks." he noted. Natsu nodded, "I miss my rocks. . . they were so pretty. All round and smooth. Like that one." he pointed to one lying onstage, "And that one." Another rock lay about a foot away from the first that fit the same description, "And that one-" "Natsu!" Gray exclaimed, jumping up, "The hole in your pocket made a trail for us to follow home!" "Hey, yeah!" Natsu stood with him, "Let's go!" Natsu moved to follow Gray offstage, but stopped to pick up the rocks. "Are you seriously bringing the rocks?" Gray complained. Natsu stood, "You're right. They belong free and in the wild." Gray groaned as Natsu followed him offstage. "I'll come back for you." he whispered to the rocks as he left.

Lucy sighed in content with her hands behind her head as she sat on a chair onstage, Erza sat in an adjoining chair, knitting calmly. "How long has it been since you heard silence, Erza?" Lucy asked. "Since before I joined the guild." the redhead admitted. Lucy sighed again, "It's nice-" Suddenly the door was kicked in and Natsu entered, "We're back!!!!" Lucy jumped from her chair, "How the hell did you- I mean- Yay!" Lucy cheered, smiling, "It's late, why don't you boys go up to bed?" "Okay!" the duo walked offstage. Once they were gone Lucy whirled on Erza, "How the hell did they get back here?!" "I don't know!" Erza replied, "We'll have to take them even further tomorrow." 

"The next day, the parents took them even further into the woods," Wendy narrated as the group walked across the stage.  "Gray, give me your bread." Natsu demanded, Gray obeyed. "Okay kids, we'll be back soon!" Lucy repeated, before once again leaving the stage with Erza. Gray immediately turned to Natsu, "Alright, let's follow the trail back home." "What?" Natsu asked, confused. "That's what you wanted my bread for, right?" Gray asked, "To make a trail back home? "No, I was just really hungry." Natsu said easily. Gray was furious, "You ate my food?!" "You gave it to me!" "Because I thought you were leading us back home! Now what are we supposed to do?!" Natsu shrugged. "I dunno." 

"The children wandered the woods for hours, but couldn't find their way home." Wendy continued. Gray and Natsu sat back to back on stage, sighing. "I'm so hungry it hurts." Gray complained. "I think my stomach is trying to eat itself." Natsu replied. Gray sighed again, "Natsu?" he glanced towards his friend teammate, "Did you ever think it would end like this?" Natsu shook his head, "No." he admitted, "I always thought I'd go out in a blazing flame of glory." "Yeah," Gray agreed, "I always thought I'd die sacrificing myself for my friends." "Well it's not like you didn't try." Natsu said, bitterly. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Gray demanded. "I can't name any quest we've been on where you didn't try to sacrifice yourself! Do you want to die?!" Natsu yelled angrily. "A little bit!" Gray admitted, just as angry. "Food!" Natsu gasped and ran off. "Oh, I guess Gray's problems don't matter!" Gray exclaimed indignantly, glaring after Natsu. ". . . Is that a house made of candy?!" he asked in confusion and awe. A child-sized candy house was pushed onstage. "Where did that come from?" Carla asked. "I do't know but it  sure looks yummy!" Wendy cheered. 

The duo stared at the candy house in awe. "I call the roof!" Natsu declared, breaking a big chunk off and eating it eagerly. Gray broke off a window and began licking it, "This is the best candy I've ever had!" "Is someone eating my fucking house?!" Laxus's disgruntled and confused voice came from inside. The two froze in place. "No, it's the wind!" Natsu replied, panicking. "Natsu, you idiot!" Gray smacked his arm. Laxus exited the house, glaring, but his gaze softened when he saw who it was. The 'children', however, attempted to run away. "Hey! Hold on a minute!" Laxus called. "Are you hungry? You seem hungry. I mean, you ate the damn house. I have meat and. . ." he hesitated, "Beer?" "Laxus they're playing children!" Mira scolded. "Do I look like I know how to handle children?!" Laxus replied. 

"And the wo-uh, man let them in." Wendy explained, "But it was soon revealed that he was a witch! And he locked poor Hansel in a cage!" "I get to lock Natsu in a cage?!" asked Laxus eagerly, "I've wanted to do that for years!"  Gajeel slammed a Natsu-sized cage on the stage, "Here ya go! A nice, iron, electricity conducting cage!" Gajeel declared happily. "What?" Natsu squeaked fearfully. Gray grabbed him by his shoulders, "Well, you heard the story, Natsu, you gotta go in the cage!" he shoved Natsu into the cage, slammed the door, shut the lock and stepped back with a large grin. "This'll be fun." Laxus grinned and let lightning dance across his fingertips. The guild watched on in amusement as Natsu got electrocuted. Repeatedly. 

Natsu lay in pain at the bottom of the cage as Wendy continued, "The witch fattened Hansel up for four weeks before she finally decided to eat him. She asked Gretel to help prepare him." "Alright, climb inside the oven so I can see if it's hot enough to cook your brother in." Laxus said casually, as he gestured to a large prop oven Gajeel had made. ". . .You're a really messed up person, ya know that?" Gray asked. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, now get in the oven." Laxus pointed to the open oven door. "I don't think I'll fit." Gray confessed. "Of course you'll fit! I fit!" Laxus exclaimed. "Prove it." Gray challenged. "Fine!" Laxus climbed in and Gray slammed the door on him. 

"And so the witch died, Gretel freed her brother, and they went home to their parents, and lived happily ever after!" Wendy finished. "I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying this." Gray admitted, "Can we just keep him in there?" "NO!" Natsu yelled. "No." Makarov confirmed. "Are you sure, old man?" Laxus asked hopefully. "Yes." Makarov answered sternly, "Free him." Laxus grumbled but opened the cage. Natsu was pouting as he stomped back to his seat to hug his cat, "You guys are all jerks." 

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The Gingerbread Ordeal

Me: I feel like writing suddenly! What should I write? More of my next Nourish chapter? That idea I had for post-game Sa/iouma?

Some evil voice in the back of my head: HAnSel anD GrETeL AU....

So yeah...this just kind of came out of nowhere and wouldn’t leave me alone until I had written it. It’s sloppy, but I had fun just banging out something kinky.

Twins Kok/ichi and Ka/ede are on a trip through the magical forest, when they take a wrong turn and discover a house made of sweets...

Ou/ma stuffing, magically enhanced weight gain, tight clothes, messy eating, exc.! Some slight Sa/iouma at the end. Don’t take this seriously, it’s just kink pwp. 

Once upon a time…there was a magical forest, and a group of six orphaned teenagers who lived together in a cave in its midst. Every so often, a few of them would have to venture through its depths to town for food and supplies. That day, the chosen two were the brother and sister pair—Kokichi and Kaede.

With a basket on her arm, Kaede walked briskly through the dense darkness of the forest, while Kokichi skipped ahead. It honestly worried her, how carefree he was at times…but at the same time, it was comforting. It kept her from feeling afraid. The forest was awfully dark and potentially dangerous—none of them had fully explored it, but they probably shouldn’t. No one bothered to look for them here, though, so they could all continue evading the law. Because the last thing any of them wanted was to be separated and forced into police custody, or worse, an orphanage. These two especially never wanted to be apart.

Though they didn’t look that much alike, Kaede and Kokichi were, indeed, fraternal twins. Kaede’s light, blonde hair, Kokichi’s dark, plum-colored hair…in a way, they were almost opposites. Kaede the calm and rational one, Kokichi the rambunctious and unpredictable one. But if there was anything they shared, it was their confidence and sense of duty. Which was precisely why they’d been sent on the run to town today, to fill up Kaede’s basket with food for the next week. Now, if only her brother would calm down…

Kaede was medium sized for her age, but wore mostly simple peasant dresses—they were easy to come by, and easy to sew. Meanwhile, Kokichi was smaller and shorter, sporting lederhosen and suspenders, which made him look kind of younger than he really was. Outsiders tended to think he was Kaede’s little brother, when they were actually the same age. He could be really frustrating when he got out of hand, but…she loved and cared for him. They weren’t only siblings…but best friends. Another reason they had to hurry on this journey…

Kokichi rambled on in his cheery voice, about a prank he’d pulled on Rantaro, about something nice Shuichi had said to him yesterday, and Kaede listened, grateful for the distraction. As she walked, she was making sure to continually drop crumbs from their last loaf of bread behind them, leaving a trail for them to find their way back with. The forest was so devoid of light, so lacking in any distinguishing features, that it was very easy to lose your way. So, she really wished Kokichi would stop running ahead…

“You should have heard the scream that came out of him! It was so high-pitched—it was hilarious!”

“Kokichi! Please, you have to keep close to me!”

“Naaaaah, we’ve done this a thousand times! You’re worrying way too much. And I’m huuuunngry, I wanna get there ASAP!”

At least that last part was true. Kaede was kind of hungry herself—neither of them had had breakfast, since their food storage was out. And Kokichi hadn’t even had dinner last night, either. As she kept her eyes on him, Kaede took a moment to assess Kokichi’s form. He was…just so small and so thin… His willowy little limbs made him a good choice for sneaking in and out of places, but…it was still concerning. She knew he wasn’t getting enough nutrition. When food ran scarce, he was always the first one to give up his rations. Though he teased and tormented their cave-mates, she knew by now how caring he was, and how much he truly cared for them. Especially one in particular…

The purple tips of Kokichi’s wispy hair bounced along with his energetic skipping. Kaede sighed. They really did have to get to town soon.

“Ooh!” Kokichi suddenly exclaimed. “Let’s try going this way!” And all at once, he disappeared into the shadows.

“Ah! Kokichi, no!” Alarmed, Kaede forewent the bread and dashed after him, determined to grab him before he got too far. Darkness swallowed her. “Kokichi! Come back! We can’t be doing this! Kokichi!”

“Whooaaaaaa…”

His voice finally sounded…and Kaede herself couldn’t help but gasp when she finally stumbled through beside him, into a small clearing. Right here, the trees had thinned, creating a ring…around a very, very unusual house.

The bread! Kaede had forgotten the bread. And now they were lost here, too. At least there was light.

Meanwhile, Kokichi stared at the house, an awestruck, delighted twinkle in his eyes…and a tiny bead of drool beginning to seep out the corner of his mouth. And Kaede could clearly see why.

The house—a basic cottage, but cozy enough for living—was completely, entirely…made out of candy and sweets. Gumdrops and grahams and icing and cake and chocolate and lollipops… The windows were glazed sugar, the shingles chocolate bars, the front bushes dollops of marzipan. The smell was incredible. Everything glistening and fresh, enticing and delicious.

Gently, Kaede set one hand of warning over Kokichi’s shoulder. “We can’t eat any of that. C’mon. That is probably a trap. Let’s go.”

“Oh, I know. That’s most definitely a trap. But what if I want to get trapped?” Kokichi tucked his arms behind his head, chuckling a little. “Besides, we’ll be totally prepared for it to be a trap, so it won’t trap us. Y’know? …Please, Kaede?”

Just then, a tiny, complaining grumble came from Kokichi’s empty, pleading belly…and it practically pierced her in the heart. He was still so hungry, desperately hungry… And she was, too. But her brother…her brother was little more than sticks at this point. Wasting away like this…and he never got a chance to have sweets. They were a luxury they couldn’t really afford.

“O-Okay…” Kaede finally conceded. “But only a little, okay? Just until we’re not so hungry, and can get back on the path.”

“Whoo-hoo!” With that shout, Kokichi was already dashing off towards the house, and Kaede smiled, glad to see him so full of joy. Kokichi’s stick-thin little legs propelled him forward…until he splatted, face-first, into a pile of icing along the doorframe. Laughing mirthfully, he lifted his head, licking his own face clean…and began smushing a handful of the stuff into his mouth, cheeks rosy with joy.

A minute later, Kaede arrived at his side…and delicately snapped a graham cracker off the window shutters, taking a taste for herself. Ooh, it was good…really good. If this was supposed to be a trap, perhaps it had been enchanted to taste even better than normal. But no matter how it happened, Kaede was automatically compelled to eat another piece…and another.

Kokichi had sat himself down, and was scooping handfuls of mushy cake from the house’s foundation. “Mmmm!” he mumbled in delight. “Thish’s derishush!” And Kaede laughed along, so happy at the sight of his glowing, crumb-coated smile. Seeing him this way…so genuinely happy, getting to eat as much as he wanted…it filled her heart with gladness.

She munched on a crunchy ball of chocolate that she’d pulled from the frame, and giggled. Somehow…she’d entirely forgotten to be prepared. The basket had been left alone at the clearing’s edge. The idea of “beating the trap” had completely evaporated from Kokichi’s mind as well. And just when they were most comfortable…

“Ah-hah!”

Kaede’s muscles suddenly tensed, locked into position. Kokichi’s body had completely frozen, bent in the middle of reaching for another piece of cake. And some sort of…translucent blue aura was radiating off their skin.

“I foooound you…” A woman appeared in the doorway, one hand extended, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I knew some silly little characters would come for my delectables. Ooh, what do we have here?”

Instantly, they could tell she was a witch. Her usage of this paralyzing spell all but gave it away. They’d heard of witches before, of course, but…they’d never expected a real witch to look like this. Young, just a bit older than the two of them, with long, waving blue hair and a deep blue dress…a pair of silver glasses perched on her smooth face… She was the complete opposite of the hunched, gnarled old crone they’d been taught to look out for. Perhaps it was just another feature of her façade.

“Come inside, precious ones. We need to get a better look at you!” She seemed thrilled, though, and with a few more hand waves, levitated both twins out of their positions…and in with her, through the cottage door.

“L-L-Let us go!” Kaede finally wrested control of her vocal chords, yelling out with anything she could think of. The hold over her throat loosened just a bit, allowing her to speak more freely. “W-We’re very sorry! We were just on our way through the woods, and we were completely famished, and…”

“Ooooh, don’t worry about the house. It’s done its job.” The witch smiled. “It brought you two here…to me.”

“It was really, really good, though,” Kokichi complimented. “And for a witch, I have to say you look fantastic.”

“Aww, your flattery is appreciated.” The witch did a happy little twirl. “My name is Tsumugi. And I just love characters like you.”

“You love us?” Kaede was about to ask. But she never even got the chance.

Because the next words out of the witch’s mouth were, “…Love to consume them, that is.”

“Consume?” Kokichi questioned, as his suspended body began to drift upside-down. “Like…entertainment? You want us to entertain you?”

“I suppose some might interpret it that way,” Tsumugi beamed, as if this was her life’s work. “But no, no, no. I mean to eat you, sweetheart. Physically. Yes. Characters are my lifeblood, my sustenance. Oh, yes.”

“Eat us?” Kaede struggled, uselessly, against the magic holding her. “You can’t do that!”

“Oh, I most definitely can. …But not you. I don’t care much for you.”

Tsumugi slid further towards them…and reached down, cupping Kokichi’s chin in her hand, forcing his head towards her. Her fingers wandered over his face, feeling out his nose, his eyes, his forehead, his hair… “I want your brother, here. Oh, now he looks appetizing. I can really sink my teeth into this one. Mmm, lovely… Oh, he’ll make such a marvelous meal…”

“Nishishi,” Kokichi giggled, putting on an unfazed front. “Tough luck for you, then! I’m so malnourished, I’m like, 80% bone! Plus, my skin is poisonous! If you so much as lick me, you’re gonna get violently ill. Trust me, my boyfriend knows.”

For once, maybe his lying habits would come in handy. Though at least the first statement was true.

“So cute…” Tsumugi only hummed, closing her eyes. “Ahhhhh, I love that. Mmmmm, that’s scrumptious. I’ve decided. I’m going to eat you, and all of your lies. However…”

Swinging around, Tsumugi brought the twins further into her house. It was surprisingly modest and normal on the inside…they supposed the candy was only coating, because the floor was made of natural wood. One bed, a bookshelf, a tiny bathroom, a table and chairs, a fireplace… It just seemed like a cozy little cottage, though it was anything but.

With another wave, Tsumugi set both of them into chairs, though she never released them from the spell. “There is one part of your story that does add up…” She floated Kokichi’s body up closer, squeezing his spindly little legs and arms. “You are much, much too thin. I’m gonna need to fatten you up before you can make a substantial meal. But oh, I definitely will. You’ll be succulent. Oh, it’s perfect. I can’t wait.” Her excited face almost mimicked the expression Kokichi had been wearing earlier.

And then… Slam! With surprising force, Tsumugi floated Kokichi into a large, square cage anchored to the ceiling of the room, slamming and locking the door after. “Eeeeee, I can’t wait! As for you…”

Kaede felt a rush of relief when she realized that she could move her body again. But her brother…

“You are going to work for me. You have to work for me, or I’ll eat your brother right now. You got that?”

“Uh…” She considered bolting for the door. She should go back to the others, have them help her fight… But…but…she just couldn’t leave Kokichi. Released from the spell himself, her brother was at the thin, concentrated bars of the cage, sticking his hand through towards her, which just barely fit.

“…Y-Yeah. I got it.”

“Good, good! And don’t you even try to run away, because I’ve already enchanted the door to freeze you again if you get close to it!”

Well…there went that prospect.

“Alright, your first task is to stoke up the fire!” Tsumugi excitedly clapped her hands. “I’ve got a lot of cooking to do!”

---

When they’d first set out that morning, Kaede had been wishing for Kokichi to get something good to eat, for him to eat his fill and be satisfied. It appeared she was at least getting that wish fulfilled.

While she mopped up the floors, Tsumugi the witch prepared a sumptuous dinner, with the help of her magic… A savory, rich, meal, which Kaede hadn’t been allowed to touch. A whole chicken, potatoes, cornbread, cabbage rolls, peas, blueberries…so much, it looked like she was having a party. But no…she only proceeded to bring plates of this feast to Kokichi.

He ate it gratefully at first…it was honestly rather good. And Kaede was kind of glad to see it, even as she was made to wash the bedding by hand. He emptied one plate, which was soon replaced with a full one. And then another plate after that…

“Nuuu…” When the fourth plate was pressed to the bars of his cage, Kokichi whined. “I can’t. I’m too full now.”

“Did I say you could stop when you were full?”

“No, but you want me to get fat, right? That ain’t gonna happen if I puke it all out.”

“Oh, you won’t. I made sure of that. Now eat. You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

Kokichi smacked the plate away, and Tsumugi just barely managed to catch its contents with her magic before they hit the floor.

“Uh-oh... It look like your dear sister just earned another round of scrubbing out the bathroom. The more you resist, the more punishment she’s going to get, you know.”

Kokichi groaned in frustration…but obediently opened up when Tsumugi levitated another piece of chicken to his mouth. There must have been some kind of enchantment…

After a while, Kaede couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Kokichi was clearly in pain, but he forced down bite after bite after bite… Moaning and groaning and releasing tight, pained little burps, he emptied plate after plate… Just earlier, he’d been eating so happily… Now, he had more food than he ever wanted or needed. Going from nothing at all to way, way too much…it must have been even harder.

“Uuughhhuhhhhh…HIC! Mnnnnnn…”

At last, though it seemed impossible…somehow, someway, the entire table had been emptied. Sauce-stained plates and chicken bones and little crumbs left behind. How on earth had all of that fit inside tiny, scrawny little Kokichi?

When Kaede dared to look again…she let out a gasp. Her brother was panting, leaning himself back, face pink and sweaty with effort. And in front of him, his little belly was massively distended, pushing his suspenders out tight, tight around the overstuffed globe. It was…very strange to see, after so long seeing him starve and go hungry. And now, he was just so overly glutted. Filled and filled and then filled some more. But Kaede only got a short look, because she was then commanded to clean up the dishes.

It wasn’t long after she’d finally finished scrubbing out the last dish, when she was given a single bowl of gruel for supper, and then forced into bed.

Kaede was trying to fall asleep against the hard, scratchy wood floor, nothing but a thin rag over her body, when some strange noises caught her attention. A clickclickclickclick…then a thump that vibrated underneath her, and a soft whine. Her eyes flew open. There was a figure in the middle of the darkened room now, and she immediately rose from her position, crawling towards it.

“…Kokichi?” Gently, she whispered her brother’s name. Because it was, indeed, him. “Did you…?”

“Nishishi. Yup, I picked the lock open.” His hushed voice was comforting right now. He was sitting on floor, cradling his bulbous orb of a tummy, but wearing a sunny little grin. “I can’t do it while she’s watching, but once she goes to bed, I’m free! Well, not really.”

Kaede glanced around, immediately trying to find some other way out. She could possibly slip out through the window, but…there was no way Kokihi would fit—not like this.

A part of her wanted to reprimand him. It had been his idea, after all. It was his fault, for wandering off, for begging to take a nibble at the house. But in her heart, she knew she was to blame as well…for giving in, for not stopping him or herself earlier.

“But hoooof, I think I ate more today than I have in the past month.” Kokichi’s little hands rubbed over either side of his playground ball-sized belly. Now that she was close to him, Kaede could actually hear its labored, turbulent digestion—all that dinner making gurgling, glurping complaints in there. “She must’ve done something magical with the food…I’m sure I would’ve literally burst at the seams by now. Uhrp!” A tiny belch popped out of Kokichi’s throat as he continued to soothingly rub over the smooth, taut curves. His undershirt was pulled so tight around it, the buttons puckering and showing pale skin between them. His lederhosen were painfully digging in.

“Yeah…” Kaede sheepishly agreed. “I’m actually kind of impressed that you were able to eat all that.”

“Ehee. And in the meanwhile…I’ve discovered that witch’s weakness.” Kokichi really could be quite clever sometimes, and Kaede knew it well. “She’s got terrible eyesight!”

With a bit of a shuffle, Kokichi pulled something out of one pocket. It was slightly squished, but there it was…a strawberry jam-filled donut, one of the several that had been forced into his cage for “dessert”. “She didn’t even notice when I swiped this for you.”

Kaede gave a bright smile, thanking him earnestly and pressing the soft pastry to her lips. Oh, it was so much better, and she already felt some of the soreness of her labors melting away.

“So, you keep thinking of a way to get us out of here. I’ve got a plan to make sure she doesn’t eat me.”

They had to struggle to get Kokichi back in his cage, but they managed before the sun began to rise.

Kaede, strengthened from her brother’s gift, resolved to find a way, no matter what.

---

“Hold out your hand, little Kokichi. Let me check if you’ve plumped up any yet.”

The next day, Tsumugi happily skipped up to the cage, chipper and excited as always. It was the first time Kaede really noticed how thick her glasses were. Kokichi was right—she probably couldn’t see a thing if her eyesight was so bad. Strange, she could do so many crazy things with her magic—but not fix her own eyes. Nevertheless, she was about to find out what her quick-thinking brother was about to pull.

He looked alright that morning—his obscenely swollen stomach had almost completely dissipated…now, she could just see a slight bunch near his waist. He must still be a little bit full, though.

“O-okay…” Putting on a nervous expression, Kokichi moved closer towards her…and from the middle of his hand, he extended a chicken bone he’d apparently squirrelled away from last night’s dinner, along with the jelly donut. There was no way…her eyesight couldn’t really be that bad, could it?

Tsumugi’s hand slid over the bone, and her mouth twisted into a tight frown. “Oh, gosh! Oh, dear. Oh dear, oh dear. I knew you were a skinny little thing, but you’re still so, so bony. We’ve got work even harder today!”

It actually worked. Kokichi winked when he caught Kaede looking at him, and naturally, Tsumugi didn’t even notice the quick expression. It was true. Kaede would have to keep that in mind. She was practically close to being blind. Hmmmmm…

---

Kaede continued on, a slave to the young-looking witch, doing laundry, preparing the cooking ingredients, cleaning out the fireplace, the bookcases, the sheets. Meanwhile, Tsumugi herself only read books (could she even read at all?) and spent hours on end doodling in a sketchpad. And at the same time, Kokichi ate and ate and ate…

Toegether, Kaede was made to help Tsumugi create dishes upon dishes to feed to her brother. Omelets and cinnamon buns and salmon and soup and noodles and rice and strawberries and milkshakes… Cake and pie and chocolate and burgers and tacos and fried chicken and steak… Lavish breakfasts and sumptuous suppers and piles of decedent desserts…

Kokichi dutifully ate up everything that was pressed to the bars of his cage, sauce and crumbs and smears of food decorating his cheeks and sprinkling the edges of his mouth. It may have just been his way of putting on a brave face, but he almost seemed to enjoy it. All of this work was for him…piles upon piles of food, just for him.

And as Kokichi pressed morsel after rich morsel to his mouth, down his throat, his little tummy swelled and nudged outwards bit by bit. Each time Kaede would catch sight of him, amidst her chores, he looked rounder than the last time. And still licking sticky fudge from his fingers, munching on a sinfully thick chocolate cream puff and looking fairly happy about it.

The cabin was constantly filled with the sounds of Kokichi munching and crunching, burping and hiccupping, and as the day wore on, the gurgles of his very overfed belly. That tummy bulged into his shirt, stretched his lederhosen, and bulged some more. And every day went on this way…

There must have been something in the food, as well, because in a very short amount of time, Kokichi was already plumping up. His bony collar disappeared into a cushy layer of flesh. His face filled out, as did his torso. His clothes fit more snugly than they had before. His appetite was, incredibly enough, increasing. Yet, each day, he continued to trick Tsumugi with the chicken bone, and she remained none the wiser, if only upping his portions even further.

There was barely a moment when Kokichi’s tummy wasn’t filled to the very brim…and then filled some more. Kaede watched as banquets large enough to feed an entire dinner party gradually displaced themselves into her brothers continually swelling, expanding, rounding tummy. Round as a watermelon, panting, moaning, and giving tiny burps by the end of it all, he would slump back in his cage, caressing every inch of the grand feast packed inside him. And probably go to sleep after that. Sleeping and feeding, sleeping and feeding…

And gradually, Kokichi really did begin to plump up. His waist softened, blossoming into doughy little rolls at his sides and back, pouching over the band of his lederhosen and pulling urgently at his tightly-buttoned shirt. His neck developed a soft puffy swell, his chin sinking into its softness. His cheeks grew into little pillows. His upper arms and his thighs widened, as did his bottom, taxing the seams of his clothing and stretching the fabric to its tightest. His thighs puffed up over the tops of his leggings, soft, bulgy little swells of flesh.

And yet he still ate, packing away meal after meal, until his softened little pooch of a belly was taut and ballooned out in a gorged sphere of gluttony.

Sometimes, Kaede could almost swear he was enjoying it. Giggling softly as he stroked the rounded, packed side of his belly, between little hiccups of over-gorged indigestion. It had been hard for him at first, but maybe he really was growing to like it…just as the rest of him grew.

Four days passed just like this before they even knew it. And Kaede…was starting to feel very frustrated. Her arms ached, her legs ached, her entire body ached, day after day, she was constantly exhausted, grimy, and practically on the verge of collapsing, and all her brother did was just stuff his face, getting fatter and fatter. She was even made to help cook all this food for him, though she wasn’t allowed even a bite of it herself. Her nightly gruel kept her from truly starving, but it was still extremely annoying.

So on the fourth night, when she heard the clicking of Kokichi unlocking his cage again and slipping out, she almost wanted to just ignore him, out of spite. What did he have to worry about? All he had to do was sit there and stuff himself silly.

“K-urmp­-Kaede?”

Nevertheless, she heaved herself out from under her rags and quietly slipped over to his side again.

Kokichi’s clothes were a mess—so stretched out and beginning to tear in places. His undershirt could no longer hope to contain the expanse of his belly, the skin pooching out from under the hem, little bellybutton peeking over the lowered band of his lederhosen. He was still stuffed to the very limit—tonight’s dinner had been an entire roast turkey, a whole pot of fried rice, and for dessert, a huge cake, oozing with heavy, fattening cream. And all of that was churning away in that overextended, overly stretched stomach, extending so far in front of him, it almost came to a peak.

“Fwoo,” Kokichi hefted a sigh, letting his heavy belly rest down into his lap. It reached all the way to his knees. “It’s…getting a lot harder to move. I’m not sure if I’m even going to be able to do this tomorrow night.”

“Well, serves you right,” Kaede bitterly replied. “You’re just sitting around being a fat hog all these days, while I’m working my butt off.”

“Nishi, you’re right… I’m getting so fat, and she still doesn’t notice a thing.”

A little knot of anger was building within Kaede’s chest. But then…

“U-ughhhhhh!” Suddenly, Kokichi’s stomach gave a loud, sickening gurgle, and he curled himself around it, desperately trying to soothe it. “Owwie…”

And…that seemed to snap her to her senses. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeaaaah, of course it hurts.” Suddenly, Kokichi’s round shoulders relaxed…and tears were beginning to pool at the edges of his eyelids. His face relaxed into something very, very grave. “It hurts all the time.”

She’d forgotten. Of course. She’d been so tired and pained herself that she hadn’t realized. Kokichi was doing what he always did to survive—pretending to enjoy whatever was happening to him, trying to convince himself that it was fine. But this was just too much. Kokichi was in a lot of pain, too.

“…I’m sorry,” Kaede gently whispered. “I…was a bit jealous, I guess, even though I shouldn’t be. You’re hurting a lot, aren’t you? You’ve just been hiding it.”

“Mm.” With a weak admission, a few of the tears silently spilled down Kokichi’s puffy cheeks.

“Here, will this help…?” Kaede reached out her hand…placing it gently on the oblong monster that was Kokichi’s belly.

She’d expected it to be soft, with all the fat he’d been packing on…but it was hard, so firm under the tightly-stretched, smooth skin. There was a ridiculous amount of food in there, after all. And tenderly, she began to rub, applying a warm, miniscule, comforting amount of pressure.

Kokichi buried his mouth in his hands, muffling the belch that popped out of him. “Ohhhhhh, gosh, my belly hurts so much…b-but I don’t want her to see it. And no matter how much it hurts, I just have to keep cramming more in…”

Kaede shifted his undershirt, exposing the whole surface of the densely-packed beach ball of his poor tummy. It was even flushed deeper pink with the effort of stretching and pushing out so far. And she caressed it, all around, curving over the widened sides, petting near the sensitive peak of his bellybutton, shallow and pressed tight. It had been a huge feast…he’d been eating and eating all day long…

Kokichi moaned, softly, as Kaede soothed the aching, panging skin—just groany little complaints and tiny hiccup-burps. “We better…find a way out of here fast…” he panted. “Or I might not even fit out the door.”

“I’m thinking of it,” Kaede tried to comfort him. “We’ll get out soon. I just need a little more time.”

“Uhhhhh, I don’t wanna have to do this again tomorrow.”

“Just…keep convincing yourself you’re having a good time. I’m going to do something about her.”

“D-Don’t—hlp!—don’t kill her, though.” Kokichi pleaded. “I know she’s terrible, but, like… She’s just—ulp!—trying to survive in her own way.”

“I…I won’t.” Sometimes, her brother was a little too pacifistic for his own good. But Kaede was determined to find a way. “I promise…”

And she continued rubbing, around and around… Kokichi sighed, and she had to determine that that meant it felt good.

They were both working to get themselves out of this prison…and they would.

---

Her clothes were the source of her power. After another day of doing laundry, Kaede had somehow noticed the connection. Whenever Tsumugi’s dresses were nearby, the feeling of magical crackles intensifies. And she always kept them in the house, never hanging them outside to dry. It was like she could hardly bear to be separated from them. And once that had been figured out…Kaede knew what she had to do.

Another day went by…and Kokichi grew plumper. He was a round little butterball now, layered with thick, soft fat, his lederhosen splitting at the seams, his tummy always on display. His plush middle squeezed out of his shirt, his wide thighs bubbled out from the tight bands of his leg holes. Even the leggings around his calves seemed to be stretching tighter, digging into puffy, swollen flesh that refused to be contained. And his puffy, puffy cheeks pressed up at his eyes, giving him the look of a perpetual smile. It was hard to believe he’d been so slight just only five days ago.

Yet that morning… That morning, when Kokichi once again tried the trick with the chicken bone, Tsumugi flew into a rage.

“What is going on?!” The witch threw up her hands in frustration. “I know you’re a little thing, and you probably have some crazy metabolism. But no one should have been able to eat all of that, especially with all the fat-enhancing hexes I put on it, and not gain a single pound! Arrrrgh, I don’t understand!”

Fortunately, her eyesight was so bad, she didn’t see her plump little captive snickering.

“Forget it!” Whirling on the two, Tsumugi finally made the declaration. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m starving here, myself. I don’t care if he’s kind of tough and bony. I’m going to have him today!”

A bit of panic arose in Kaede’s heart. She’d been hoping to wait until the next time she was tasked with doing laundry. But now…she was going to have to think fast.

“Kaede, you prepare the cooking fire and gather up these ingredients. We’re cooking your brother now.” A list was thrust into her hands, and she murmured a “yes, ma’am,” before scuttling off to the kitchen.

A big cauldron…she lugged it over…and then…

Tsumugi turned back to her drawings, and Kaede stuffed all of her dresses into the cauldron as quickly as she could. The plan was in motion. Now all she had to do was…

A few moments later, when the witch came to check on the fire, Kaede simply smiled. “I’m still stoking the fire,” she explained…and dumped the whole cauldron full of dresses into the flames.

She didn’t even notice. And after a moment, after they’d already begun to burn through, Tsumugi sniffed the air.

“Why does it smell like…burned fabric…?”

With frantic clicks, Kokichi unlocked his cage again, slipping out and landing beside Kaede with a heavy thump that shook the foundation under her feet.

“Aaaaagh, what have you done?!” She had figured it out now. And she was throwing a fit. “Those clothes…those clothes…without those clothes, I’m nothing!!” The brown rag around her body now wasn’t a part of the magical source. Kaede had already been able to observe that at nighttime, when she went to bed, dragging the dress box near her, in order to brush her teeth using magic. It didn’t have the same feel, the same aura.

“You…you’re too clever!”

Kaede only laughed, and beamed harder when Kokichi enveloped her in a squishy hug.

“Whatever.” Tsumugi huffily recovered. “I never liked this place anyway. I only came here to find unique characters. I’m going back to the city. I’ve got to recover my clothing of power, now, too. Uuuugh, this was such a waste of time!!”

And just like that, she’d run off into the forest in a fit of rage, hopefully never to be seen again.

“You did it, Kaede!!” Kokichi congratulated his sister, happily nuzzling his pillowy cheek into her shoulder, and she loosely hugged back. Thank goodness. Oh, thank goodness…she didn’t know what she would’ve done if she had lost him for real.

Now…they just had to find their way home. The others were probably worried sick about them. It never took this long to make a shopping trip.

The twins were just about to leave the house, though, when a strange little noise sounded out. Rrrrllllglllrrr…

“Oh…” Kokichi looked down, placing one chubby little hand on his fatty belly. “Uh…guess I must be hungry. This is usually the time when I get a six-course breakfast banquet. Nishishi, my tummy’s actually begging for it now.”

Kaede glanced around. She was painfully hungry, herself. “Well…uh, I suppose we could eat some more of the house. No one’s here to stop us anymore.”

“Yeah!” Kokichi enthusiastically agreed. “Let’s have at it!”

And so, they did. Licking up gobs of chocolate from the base, crunching through portions of the wall, sucking down whipped cream edging and biting into chewy gumdrops and crispy MnM’s, they had a sweet smorgasbord for breakfast.

Kaede found herself pleasantly full for the first time in a while, and finished her last bite of chocolate while she watched her pudgy brother eating to his own heart’s content. Just because he wanted to now, not because he had to. As much as he wanted, and only what he wanted. But, it seemed that the days and days of eating to such excess had indeed given him a much larger natural appetite.

“Ah!” Kokichi finally pulled away from the mound of cakey, creamy, crumbly graham cracker he’d been working through, chubby round cheeks and mouth spattered with messy crumbs and dollops of cream from his eager consumption. He was beaming, contented and utterly satisfied. “That’s better.” And he happily patted his tummy.

When they’d existed the house, it had been wobbly—a jiggly, plush, folded roll, like a thick empty sack. But now, one entire side of the house had been gobbled up, the roof collapsed in and falling to pieces. And Kokichi’s plush tummy pressed upward more firmly, the roll lengthening and smoothing, becoming rounder, popping outwards. It was only a bit wobbly towards the bottom. The rest was firm and filled and formed a round little outward curve of bulging fullness.

“Are you alright?” Kaede worriedly asked. “You don’t have to eat so much anymore, you know.”

“I’m wonderful,” Kokichi told her…and the look on his face seemed to suggest it was true. “Mmmmm, that was—hic!—great.” He patted his sweet-stuffed tummy again, almost proudly. “It feels goooooood… Mmmm, nice and full… I almost want even more, but I know it’s gonna start to hurt soon if I keep going.”

“You still ate a lot.” Kaede surveyed the damage to the house.

Kokichi merrily licked his lips clean. “Couldn’t help it—it really is delicious.” It took a few tries for him to get back up onto his feet. His full tummy stuck out in front of him, making softer, more satisfied glurps, as his undershirt slid all the way up to his chest.

“Ehee. I’m kind of glad.” Kaede gave it an affectionate pat as well. It was weirdly nice to see…her brother’s expanded belly, full now because it wanted to be…full to its contentment point, not giving him so much pain. And honestly, he looked good like this. Finally not so bony and fragile-looking.

He had to waddle a bit as they made their way back through the forest, bit by bit, but the well-fed roundness was just comforting to look at. If only he could never go hungry again.

---

Yet, the icing on the cake was when Kaede and Kokichi arrived back at the cave camp they shared with the four other orphaned teens.

Rantaro, who was often in charge, acting almost like everyone’s older brother, greeted them as soon as they stepped inside. The other two girls, Tenko and Himiko, ran over to their side, asking for details. Tenko was aghast at how large Kokichi had become, and Kaede had to recount everything, from the giant gingerbread house to the daily feasts to the magical dresses.

The last boy came closer, but mostly stayed back. Shuichi was always kind of quiet, but right now…something seemed a little off.

Rantaro congratulated them on their ingenuity in getting themselves out of that horrific situation. They still didn’t have enough food and supplies from town, though, but he assured them that he and Shuichi would go tomorrow—he wouldn’t make them go out again after such a terrible ordeal.

“Nishishi, at least you don’t have to worry about me!” Kokichi laughed and attempted to lift his arms behind his head, as usual, but his undershirt tore further on the sides, so he just let them plap back down. “I won’t need to eat again for like, a month! I can just live off my fat.”

“We’ll get you back to normal again that way!” Tenko agreed.

Himiko curiously poked at the roll lipping over Kokichi’s lederhosen. Food had never been plentiful to them, so she’d probably never seen someone so chubby before.

“So we’re all in agreement that Kokichi starves for the next week or so?”

“No.”

Everyone turned, when Shuichi spoke up for the first time since their return. Shuichi was soft-spoken, but intelligent. He wore an outfit similar to Kokichi’s, except in darker colors, and not quite as flashy.

Only Kaede knew the secret, but…her brother had a pretty big crush on him. Shuichi had never really reciprocated his advances, but she always kind of hoped he would. But now…what was going on?

Shuichi’s cheeks were flushing a bit, and his eyes darted here and there. “Um…I…think he looks good like that, actually. It’s cute. I don’t want him to lose it all again.”

For a moment, everyone was speechless. Then, Kokichi broke into giggles, the laughter bouncing off the walls of the cave around them.

“Nishishishishi! You like my big flabby fatty rolls? Grossssss.”

Kaede cringed. The problem was, Kokichi would never be honest with his feelings and always ended up saying something to drive Shuichi even further away. But…not this time.

Shuichi stepped closer and closer…until he was right in front of Kokichi’s fleshy body. And his face broke into a bright smile. “It’s true… I just…I like seeing you this way, Kokichi. You’ve always been so, so thin, like you would waste away to nothing. Like this… You’re so soft and plentiful. It’s so nice.”

His face glowed even brighter red. “Can I, um…hug you?”

Kokichi’s chubby cheeks went up in rosy patches. His purple eyes widened, and he tugged on one strand of his wispy hair with one pudgy little finger. “Ah…s-sure! You totally can!”

And just like that, Shuichi reached down, sinking his arms around Kokichi’s plush body, cuddling him and cradling him as if he was a giant stuffed animal. And Kokichi was practically glowing with happiness.

Kaede smiled as she watched, so happy for him. Tiny, joyful giggles bubbled from Kokichi, even when Shuichi pulled back again.

After a little gesture, asking permission, Shuichi gently pressed his palm to Kokichi’s tummy, right above his poking bellybutton, and gave it a gentle rub. Kokichi giggled and grinned…this was probably the happiest any of them had ever seen him.

He was still pretty full from all the sweets he’d had at the gingerbread house, so his belly was still rounded and bulgy at the top. Shuichi’s fingers patted, feeling the density of that nice full tummy, and a big smile stretched across his face as well. “I don’t want you losing any of this.”

“Eehee…that’s gonna be a problem. My appetite is, like, three times the size of what it used to be. It takes a loooot more to fill me up.”

“I’ll find a way.” Shuichi set his face into a serious, hard, determined line. “I’ll start earning money in town. Anything. I’ll get us more food. Because I love how pudgy you’ve become. I…really love it.”

Kokichi’s heart was soaring, and he snuggled back into Shuichi’s arms, earning a surprised, delighted laugh from the quiet boy.

The others looked on, silently happy for them, and Kaede felt oddly proud. As strange and terrible as all of this had been…it at least resulted in her brother earning the affection of the one he cared about most.

“Nishishishi! You’re going to have to pick me up some bigger clothes, as well…”

Shuichi smiled, and held his soft, plushy little Kokichi close. “I will.”