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sp3ncer45 · 8 months

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Guess who decided to make a size chart mee I did

//MENTION OF ED/SH//

(CHANGES/HCS UNDER CUT)

||Keroro||

-He/him, cis, gay

-45(human years)

-He's short now like really short, I thought it would be cute

-a little bit chubby heart emoji

-He's got brown in his colors now(stole that from ziv❤)

-Claws!!!!!!

-Fuckass ushanka(Chip revvington reference I gave him a ushanka because of that FUCKASS chainsaw beast)

-I have a theory/headcanon that the keroro platoon was created and put together by keron hq to kind of be a "mascot platoon" with keroro being the somewhat offical mascot for the keron army, so like I wanted to make keroro look kind of cutesy like a marketable mascot. Hes not fully marketable here, his designs a little too complicated, but I imagine that keron has an altered version of keroro that's much closer to his original purpose that they use in tv and in products

||Tamama||

-He/She/They, genderfluid, likes men that's all I know

-15(human years)

-SHES TALLLLLL for a keronian atleast

-to be honest he changed the most out of all the others

-anyways they have much bulkier limbs now

-I wanted to make him look a little "manmade" with the colors on their body n the way shes built I suppose?? theres a reason for that

-Tamama is a clone, like dark keroro. I hc that on keron clones have to be genetically distinct from from non clone keronians so they can be identified as clones, like for example, their underbellies being dark colors as compared to the light colors of most keronians, and the lack of feet.

-Hes a clone of one of the very high ranking soldiers of the keron army. They were created as an experiment to test genetic mutations and making stable lifeforms with said mutations. He was raised by one of the scientists who was having issues having children of their own and so decided to take her in. Keron is surprisingly very open about their genetic testing and the fact they create manmade keronians, so tamama was allowed to live a pretty normal life and went to school n such.

-She has an ED where he will often binge large quantities of food and then purge for extended periods of time

||Giroro||

-He/him, cis(?), the most he will say is bi-curious (Hes mega gay)

-45(human years)

-Buff as hell

-is that a little bit of chub? or is it muscle belly? he won't tell you that's for sure

-I made his scar cooler

-his belt has multiple pictures of it, some of the cat, some of natsumi(NOT BC HE HAS A FUCKING CRUSH ON HER ITS BC HE CARES ABT HER LIKE A DAUGHTER I WILL KILL MYSELF OVER GIRONASTU AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY) but on the top is a picture of he and is family(garuru and his dad)

||Dororo||

-He/him, FTM, bisexual

-38(human years)

-Hes supposed to be canonically lean? no, fuck you, hes fat as hell actually

-Before coming to pekopon, he had a terrible ED, he would hardly eat or drink and this was mostly due to being psychologically abused by his mentor about being natrually plus-sized when he was training to be an assassin.

-When he came to pekopon, and became a ninja, he was able to overcome his ED and accept his body as it is. Realizing he was trans and transitioning helped a lot as well as the "ninja lifestyle".

-Also I hc that the time it took for him to reunite with the keroro platoon was significantly longer than how it was canonically (like 1 year), and when he reunited with the keroro platoon he was still struggling with body image issues relating to gender and weight. He was still in the middle of his journey of self-acceptance as well.

-Stretch marks bc I imagine that he gained a fairly large amount of weight in a short amount of time

-His hat drape thingy is much longer now(also stolen from ziv(hi ziv)) he treats it like hair sometimes

-some big ol long sharp claws❤(he likes to scratch things up like a cat, theirs a cat stretch pole at he and koyuki's place)

-Droopy eyes bc I think it makes him look silly

-PAW PADS!!!!!

||Kururu||

-He/they/ku, gender? I hardly know her, pansexual

-24(human years)

-Ku is chubby ❤ as he should be

-Hypersexual(that's from donnie hi donnie)

-SH scars from SH

-I imagine that they have quite a lot of self hatred issues and an inferiority complex. Ku hates to take care of himself bc he views themself as "undeserving" of care.

-The weird jerky uncaring asshole thing he has going on is mostly a shield so people won't see his true emotions, but also it's so people will hate him. In ku's mind if people hate him then they won't care about him, since he believes hes unworthy of it. It ends up being an toxic cycle, though, as he continues to keep up the jerk act, he believes hes more and more unworthy of love and care, so keeps it up, and so on and so forth.

EXTRA BITS:

-Kururu is the average height for civilian keronians, while dororo and giroro are around the height of soldier keronians. I hc that the keron army typically recruits taller keronians especially for on field stuff.

-I HC that keronians do croak, and keronians all have unique croaks. They typically croak when they are content, kind of like a purr but more casual. However in keronian society its considered rude to purr so most do it at home alone or with family. Croaking is kind of like a stim for keronians, they can do it as they please but sometimes they'll do it subconsciously as well

-speaking of purring keronians also purr. They purr when they feel good or are very happy. Unlike croaking they can't control purrs. What makes a keronian purr depends on the individual, sometimes a keronian has to feel really really good to purr sometimes a keronian will start purring at the drop of a dime lol

-Sometimes they knead like a cat but it's quite rare and only some do it.

(close ups of the characters)

#sgt frog #keroro gunso #keroro gunsou #ケロロ軍曹 #keroro platoon #armpit platoon #keroro #giroro #tamama #kururu #dororo #kululu #dororo sgt frog #dororo keroro gunso

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occasionally-writing · 5 months

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Every Part of You is Perfect

A/N: Why, hello there. This uh...was a WIP that has been waiting to be finished and I guess I finally got the wanting to do so XD anyways, this isn't the fanfic I said I was going to write but that one is coming sooner or later as well. I know this series ended a bit ago but I really do like First and Sprite and I knew I had to write something for them. This is my first time, like always, writing for them but yeah. Okay! Enough of da rambling, I hope you guys enjoy the fanfic!!

Summary: Sprite notices that he’s put on a little bit of weight during the off season and starts to feel a bit off about his little belly chub. During a date with First and back at Sprite’s condo, First tries to initiate something more but Sprite is hesitant and the two end up talking and First makes sure to show how much he truly loves Sprite, no matter what shape his body is in.

Word Count: 4185

It was supposed to be an evening that Sprite was looking forward to. He and First had been planning this date for a week now and at first, Sprite was so excited about getting to spend time with his boyfriend but that all changed when he was getting dressed and noticed that a pair of jeans that he owned seemed to be a little tight. Normally it wouldn’t bother Sprite but when he shrugged on the shirt and peered in the mirror, all he could see was a little bit of stomach chub peeking above his jeans due to how tight they were around his waist and something akin to dread filled his chest.

“Did I really gain this much just from being in off season?” Sprite asked himself, his fingers poking at the pudge before he sighed and proceeded to kick off the jeans. Keeping his shirt on, Sprite tossed the offending article of clothing back on his bed and dug through his closet, finding a pair of plain black sweatpants. They weren’t the nicest things to wear on a date but they were slim and would hopefully not make his belly fat stick out like the jeans did. “Okay…that’s better! Now all I have to do is put some cologne on and I’m all ready!”

Finishing up just in time to get a text from his boyfriend, Sprite couldn’t help the love stricken smile that rose on his lips as he responded to First, pocketing his phone and slipping his converse on before snatching his keys as he practically skipped out the door. Not wasting any time with making his way to the lobby, Sprite apologized to some of the people he practically plowed into in his hurry to get to First. Panting when he finally made it to where First was waiting for him, Sprite glanced around until his eyes landed on his boyfriend, who looked absolutely stunning in a tight fitting gray t-shirt and black skinny jeans that hugged his thighs perfectly.

As if he felt eyes sizing him up, First noticed Sprite and raised a brow, giving Sprite the, ‘why are you just standing there?’ look which made him snap out of his hypnotic state and hurry over to First, not wanting to waste anymore time than he already had. Wrapping his arms around First’s waist as soon as he could, Sprite nuzzled into him and sighed happily, not having to wait long for First’s arms to shyly wrap around him as well. Rubbing circles into Sprite’s back, First swayed them side to side before he let go, interlacing their hands.

“The venue is not too far from here. Do you just want to head there or should we get dinner first?” Sprite asked as First led them out of the building and onto the street, their hands continuing to swing between them. Their date was a perfect evening out, going out to eat at their favorite restaurant before heading to a small concert venue that would be playing all kinds of music, from originals to requests from people in the crowd. It wasn’t anything over the top which made both First and Sprite feel more relaxed. Letting a hum slip free as he thought, First didn’t get much time to think before a loud grumble interrupted his thoughts. Peering down at Sprite with an amused quirk of his eyebrows, First couldn’t help but gush on the inside when Sprite’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a small chuckle slipping free from his lips. “I…guess that answers my question?”

“What do you think?” First teased before dodging a playfully hit Sprite aimed at him, both of them snickering at the failed attempt. Settling down after a bit, First quietly pulled Sprite closer, their hands slipping free so that First’s arm could wrap around Sprite’s shoulder, his smaller boyfriend’s arm immediately wrapping around his waist in return. Not having to walk far until they were in front of their said favorite restaurant, the two waited no time slipping in and taking their seat, the menu being given to them in no time at all. “Dinner’s on me, you can pay for whatever we want at the venue. Deal?”

Nodding at the fair suggestion, Sprite grew quiet as he began to skim through the menu, the silence making First roll his eyes in fondness. Sprite took food very seriously but it was still really adorable how silent he would get when it came to picking out whatever he’d eat for a date night out or even a date night in. Deciding to look at his own menu, First finally took his eyes off his boyfriend, the sound of them flipping the menu pages along with the chatter of the other couples and families around them becoming background noise to their ears.

“Hmm...maybe I should get a salad…a diet should clear up how much weight I put on but all the meat in here looks good…” Sprite thought to himself, his eyes skimming all the meals that made his mouth water in anticipation. Sprite knew that a salad wouldn’t even make him full but the thought of what he looked like in his jeans while getting ready was still fresh in his mind so with a grimace, Sprite split down the middle with his choice and wrote down his order. Handing the notepad to First so he could write his order down as well, Sprite played with the string of his sweatpants as the paper was given to the waiter and they were left alone. “I’m going to get our drinks, what would you like?”

“I’ll take a coke. Hurry back before our food gets here,” First ordered, waving his hand in shooing motion that had Sprite mocking him before making a getaway when a lame kick was aimed in his direction. Sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend as he scurried away, Sprite found he couldn’t keep the grin from rising on his face as First clicked his tongue at him. Not having to wait too long in the line for drinks, Sprite grabbed First’s coke first and then grabbed a plain water bottle for himself. Coke was just extra calories his body didn’t need. Practically sprinting back to his waiting boyfriend, Sprite plopped down into his seat and handed First his requested drink. “How come you got water? I thought you liked sweet drinks.”

“I do but I thought the water would be good! Changing things up a bit, ya know?” Sprite confirmed, thankfully dodging the question that First shot his way. Moving his focus to opening the bottled water, Sprite missed the confused and slightly concerned furrow of brows that First was looking at him with but before First could ask another thing, the waiter brought over their plates and set their respective meals in front of them. Thanking the waiter, the two waited until the man walked away before they dug in, Sprite glad he split down the middle with a grilled chicken salad. “What time does the music start up at the venue? I know it’s free to the public but the less people we have to swerve around, the better!”

Glancing at his phone, First confirmed the time and with finishing dinner along with continuing the walk there, First estimated they could be there thirty minutes before any music played. Nodding in approval with a grin, Sprite continued to chow down on his dinner, First not far behind either and it wasn’t long until both their plates were clean and stacked up nicely for the cleaning staff to take care of. Finishing the last of his water as First did the same with his cola, the two deposited the bottles in a recycle bin the restaurant had and stepped out of the cool evening air, the breeze feeling quite good against their faces.

Swinging their arms between them as they walked hand in hand, Sprite continued to chat away while First listened, the sun setting just as the two made it to the music venue. The sight and sounds of people and concession stands made Sprite grin quite big as First just observed his boyfriend in amusement. Pulling Sprite forward, First carefully got them through the slight crowd and into a perfect spot where they could lean or sit and just enjoy the bands and atmosphere.

“This is going to be amazing! Nice weather and a cloudless night sky…” Sprite sighed out softly, not getting a chance to say anything else when he was suddenly pulled into his boyfriend. Holding Sprite close, First wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, his face getting buried into Sprite’s neck as Sprite placed his hands on top of First’s. Gently swaying side to side, the two were obviously lost in their own world until the tap of a microphone was heard and music began to play, the upcoming band introducing themselves. “Oh! I heard of this guy! He’s really amazing!”

Chuckling at how excited Sprite seemed, First let his gaze fall on the singer, their gentle swaying starting to speed up to the beat of the first song. Turning in First’s hold, Sprite urged him off the wall until they were chest to chest, First’s hands on Sprite’s waist while his arms were wrapped around his boyfriend’s neck, his fingers playing with the soft hairs at the base of First’s neck. Keeping their eyes locked, First couldn’t help but notice how Sprite’s chocolate hues seemed to glow with the string lights around them, the smile on his boyfriend’s face making his own lips turn up as well. Turning in a slow circle, the two found themselves growing closer until Sprite had his head lying on First’s chest and First’s hands found themselves in the back pockets of Sprite’s sweatpants, his hands gently cupping the swell of Sprite’s ass.

“First! Really?” Sprite yelped, his voice pitched in embarrassment from having his boyfriend’s hands there when they weren’t exactly alone. Pulling back enough to give First a playful glare, Sprite bit back swears when First gave his ass a squeeze, the expression on his face just pure evil in Sprite’s opinion. Letting out a grumble, Sprite just settled back into dancing, hoping that no one could see what First was doing but as he gazed around the crowd, Sprite couldn’t help but gawk as some of the couples were dancing even more provocatively than they were. “Looks like we’re not the only ones…huh…”

“Finally notice? I swear I’ve seen others grinding on each other since the song started,” First whispered in his ear, his voice husky and low which caused Sprite to swallow a sudden lump that clogged his throat. Playfully tugging First’s hair as a response, Sprite let some distance come between them when First took his hands out of his pockets, just placing them right on his ass so anyone could see, Sprite’s face lighting up a deep rose color at the confidence First seemed to be glowing with. “Besides, this makes it clear that you’re mine.”

Smacking First’s chest with a whine, Sprite couldn’t help the pleased smile that lit up his face until First’s hands began to caress his hips. Shifting slightly, Sprite tried not to think about how First could possibly feel his fat rolls and just enjoy the night. Though Sprite wasn’t successful as his ever observant boyfriend caught onto his discomfort, First eyeing him with a look of concern that made Sprite’s blood run cold. Catching the, ‘we’re going to talk later’ look from First, Sprite only sighed and the two continued to dance and try to enjoy the night despite the slight tension rising between them.

゜-: ✧☾　☽✧ :-゜・.・゜-: ✧☾　☽✧ :-゜・.・゜-: ✧☾　☽✧ :-゜

“So, are we going to talk about what’s been going through your mind for most of the night?” First asked softly once they were in the safety of Sprite’s condo. Halting his attempt of toeing off his converse, Sprite froze in his spot even though he knew First was going to bring up the situation as soon as they were alone. Licking his lips anxiously, Sprite finally got his sneakers off before he turned and faced First, his fingers toying with his sweatpants drawstrings. Catching the motion, First kicked his own shoes off and stepped towards his boyfriend, gently lacing their hands together to refrain Sprite from fidgeting. “I’m not mad, I promise. I’m just worried.”

“I know…It’s just been an off night for me, I’m sorry First,” Sprite whispered out, letting his boyfriend meet his gaze to show that he was being truthful. Nodding thoughtfully, First waited until Sprite got his bearings, knowing that pushing the other to talk was only going to make things not work out smoothly. Taking in a deep breath, Sprite led First’s hands to his waist, his own hands trembling slightly. Furrowing his brow, First softly rubbed his hands around his boyfriend’s waist not quite getting what Sprite was thinking until his boyfriend’s voice graced his ears. “I…I put on some weight and I noticed it while getting ready for our date. The jeans I originally wanted to wear were tight and made my fat too noticeable and it made me feel…disgusting and the bad thoughts just wouldn’t shut up and I didn’t want you to see me looking like a potato for our date.”

Shaking his head immediately upon hearing this, First tried to shush Sprite but his boyfriend seemed to go on and on about how he felt and looked gross, not letting First get word in until he had enough and just pulled Sprite forward, their lips meeting and effectively silencing him. Letting his hands wave around in the air for a moment, Sprite found himself relaxing into the kiss, his hands landing in their usual spot on First’s shoulders until the need to breathe burned both their lungs and they were forced to pull away, their lips kiss bruised and mouths panting.

“Sprite…don’t ever think you’re gross or not fit for me. I don’t care what you look like. I like you for you and that’s it,” First got out despite his labored breathing, his eyes giving a determined light that made Sprite shut his mouth, the rebuttal slipping away. Noticing the way Sprite grew quiet, which was honestly strange, First eyed his boyfriend and observed the way he seemed to be mulling over what First had told him. Pulling Sprite into a hug, First rubbed comforting circles into Sprite’s back, holding him firmly once he felt his boyfriend grow lax in his hold. “If you allow me…can I just show you? I want to show you all those thoughts in your head are absolute bullshit. Can I?”

Still silent since First quieted him, Sprite swallowed the lump in his throat and thought about what First was asking. Seeming to make up his mind, Sprite met his boyfriend’s patient gaze and nodded, muttering a small ‘yes’ to show that he was truly consenting to whatever First wanted to do to him. Letting out a small sigh of relief, First gently moved them back until Sprite’s knees hit his bed, his body falling back against the mattress as First joined him.

Eyes soft in the dimmed light of Sprite’s room, First slowly began to remove Sprite’s shirt, his gaze ever present on his boyfriend’s face, keeping close attention to make sure Sprite was uncomfortable at all. Giving a nod of approval, Sprite lifted his arms and let First remove the article of clothing, watching as it was tossed somewhere on the floor before First did the same with his own shirt, both of them bare from the waist up.

Settling above Sprite, First lovingly pushed his hair behind his ear, their eyes never breaking contact until First leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Sprite’s forehead. Not even parting from the skin, First trailed his lips down, pressing butterfly kisses to both eyelids and around Sprite’s nose until he reached his lips. Gently cupping his boyfriend’s face, First traced Sprite’s lips with his thumb, their breaths slow between them until he leaned forward and pressed their lips together, Sprite taking a deep breath in, in response.

“You’re so beautiful, Sprite. Your eyes show everything you’re feeling and I just adore the way they shine when you’re happy or when you’re up to something. The way your nose scrunches up when you pout makes me want to kiss it and your lips, they’re so soft and are even more beautiful when you smile,” First whispered once he pulled away, pressing his forehead against Sprite’s as he talked. Feeling his cheeks begin to grow warm, Sprite bit back a pleased grin and pushed himself up lightly to press his own little kiss against First’s nose, which made his boyfriend let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m going down now, okay?”

“Yeah…okay,” Sprite breathed, his eyes taking in every detail of First’s face before they closed, his head leaning into the fingers his boyfriend brushed through his hair. Giving a playful squeeze to Sprite’s flushed cheeks, First began to trail down, his lips pressing kisses down Sprite’s neck all the way to his sternum before they settled at his shoulder. Tightening his fists against his sheets as he listened to First talk about what he absolutely loved about the parts of his body, Sprite couldn’t help but whimper when First’s hands and lips finally met his stomach pudge, his body unconsciously tensing. “W-wait, First!”

“Hey, hey…it’s okay, I promise. Do you trust me?” First eased, not wasting any time to go back up and cup Sprite’s face, his concerned gaze meeting Sprite’s own insecure one. Rubbing his thumbs against Sprite’s soft cheeks, First peppered kisses all around his face until Sprite was cackling and protesting before he pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s smiling lips. Taking in a deep breath to calm himself and his nerves, Sprite gave the okay for First to keep going and tried his best not to tremble as First got back to his stomach. Gently cupping the warm skin, First pressed kisses all over Sprite’s belly, not leaving a single square inch of skin uncovered from his love. “I don’t care how much weight you put on. You’re still the same person I fell for, whether you’re skinny or chubby.”

Blinking back tears from what First has whispered, Sprite sniffled and rubbed his fists against his eyes, wiping the tears while First waited for Sprite to come to terms with what he was feeling. Feeling stable after a moment, Sprite shyly met First’s gaze, his lips going up in a grin that had First smiling now as well. Letting his hands wrap around Sprite’s waist, his fingers playing with the rim of his boyfriend’s sweatpants, First waited for the okay to continue any further.

“I…don’t want to be the only one naked,” Sprite confirmed, his breathing beginning to get heavy as his body showed signs of interest in what First was doing. Nodding softly to reassure him, First let go of Sprite’s clothing and decided to get himself bare first, stripping out of his black skinny jeans and groaning when they got stuck around his ankles, clicking his tongue as Sprite cackled at his predicament. Finally getting free from the tricky garment, First let himself be observed by Sprite while he settled back in between his boyfriend’s legs. “You’re beautiful…I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Clearing his throat as a pleased blush rose on his own face, First hooked his thumbs in the rim of Sprite’s clothing once more before he got a nod. Going slowly just in case Sprite wanted him to stop again, First pulled both sweatpants and boxers off until his boyfriend was completely bare for his eyes to take in, the pants becoming a messy pile along with every other piece of clothing they removed earlier. Swiping the palm of his hand over Sprite’s stomach, First let himself just take Sprite in, his eyes trailing over the curve of his hips and down his plush thighs.

“You’re perfect and absolutely beautiful,” First found himself saying, only speaking the truth as he leaned forward and brushed his lips around Sprite’s waist. Pausing once his lips touched the prominent v-line of Sprite’s groin, First peered up and captured Sprite’s hooded gaze, his boyfriend’s chest began to bloom in color along with his breaths becoming labored. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Sprite couldn’t take his eyes off First as he pressed small kisses along his hips and thighs, worshiping every part of him like it was something sacred. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your body, nothing at all.”

“First…” Sprite got out, sniffling as tears began to burn his eyes, everything he was feeling started becoming too much to hold back. Noticing the tears, First slowly trailed back up, his lips kissing every part of Sprite once more until he reached his face, First’s hands gently cupping Sprite’s face. Wiping the waterworks away with care, First nuzzled their noses together playfully before pulling Sprite close, pressing their lips together into a kiss. Pulling away after a moment, Sprite let himself get rolled around until his back was pressed against First’s chest, their bodies fitting together like they were always meant to become one. “I love you, First. So much.”

“I love you too,” First whispered against Sprite’s ear, pressing a kiss against it while he pulled Sprite closer to him, their bodies fitting snugly like two puzzle pieces. Pressing more kisses along Sprite’s throat, First buried his face into his boyfriend’s shoulder as his hand slid down Sprite’s form. Keeping his hand against Sprite’s stomach, First didn’t have to wait long for Sprite to whine softly with a jerk of his hips. “Shh…I got you. Relax and let me take care of you, okay?”

Not having time to even think of a rebuttal to that, Sprite found his words tumbling out as a moan when First’s hands wrapped around him, his touch firm but gentle. Keeping Sprite as close as possible, First continued to pleasure him, his thumb moving over the head like he knew Sprite like and considering the noises Sprite was letting out, First knew that he was doing a hell of a job. Letting his hand fall down to First’s, Sprite simply held his wrist while turning slightly so they could press their lips together, First returning the kiss without missing a beat.

Taking in the way Sprite’s hips began to lose their rhythm along with the desperate whimpers falling from his lips in between their kisses, First figured he was close and pulled away to let Sprite breathe, keeping their foreheads pressed together. Moving his hand quicker, First pressed a soft kiss against Sprite’s forehead and held him close, Sprite’s head falling into his neck as he let out a warning cry and his body tensed, First catching everything he let out in his hand. Keeping his hand around Sprite so that he could ride out the orgasm, First only pulled away when Sprite began to shiver from overstimulation and used his free hand to reach for the tissue he knew his boyfriend kept on his bedside table.

“First…don’t leave, please?” Sprite yawned out, his arms reaching for his boyfriend. Finishing up with cleaning off his hand, First snagged a couple more tissues and gently cleaned up anything that could’ve fallen onto Sprite’s stomach during the aftermath. Tossing the bunched up tissues into the bin, First allowed himself to finally be pulled into Sprite’s awaiting arms, chuckling softly as Sprite practically cuddled into him like a sleepy kitten. “Do you want me to help you out?”

“Don’t worry about me. Tonight was about you, okay? I’ll be fine,” First ordered lightly, playfully slapping Sprite’s hands away from his lower half. Although he was hard, he had wanted to make the night all about Sprite so it didn’t matter and he knew that it would go away in time. Whining softly in complaint, Sprite couldn’t help the yawn that escaped his lips once more, not fighting when First just pulled him close and let him use his chest as a pillow. Wrapping himself like a sloth around his boyfriend, Sprite pressed a sleepy kiss against First’s neck and sighed happily. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Not fighting First’s words this time, Sprite found that he couldn’t keep his eyes open anyways and without another word, Sprite let himself rest in the safety of his boyfriend’s arms. Biting back a chuckle at how fast Sprite had clocked out, First continued to brush his fingers through Sprite’s hair, letting himself begin to drift off since it was already pretty late into the night. First knew that it was going to take more then just a night of worship to have Sprite feel more secure in his body but it was a good start and with that, he let his eyes flutter close, joining Sprite in a comfortable sleep, not a single negative thought plaguing either of their minds for the rest of the night.

#twins the series #firstsprite #my writing #please enjoy the fanfic!!#<333

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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What if Pre-war Stucky with v fat feeder Bucky (like 300+lbs) and Pre-serum feedee Steve who’s only got the barest hint of pudge around his belly button? Fat feeder Bucky who eats and eats and eats, and tiny feedee Steve who’s appetite is tiny and gaining weight is hard on top of that too? They try so hard, and Bucky’s all over even the littlest hint of chub that he gains, kissing it and pinching it and teasing Steve? It’s not mutual gaining, Bucky just loves to eat but isn’t turned on by it in the way Steve is, he’s vv confident and knows he’s hot af in spite of his fat, but he isn’t like turned on by the fat specifically, neither is Steve? Like Bucky’s just a feeder who happens to be fat and Steve’s a feedee who has a hard time gaining weight and they’re both super into each other and Yeha, that’s about it

Oooh that'd be super interesting!

Actually, there's a mutual gainer mini fic on Tumblr that your ask reminds me of (even though you said that's not what you meant by this ask 🫣). Only, it's the opposite of what you said with only slightly chubby Bucky catching up to his already fat boyfriend Steve. It's written by @iwritetheweirdstuff. Still though. This made me think of it. Read it here! Like, I simply cannot help it. I see two people that're interested in gaining and I think mutual gaining 🥵🥵

However-

You clearly said they're both not into it in that way and I do think that would be interesting.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink content under the cut. Warning for stuffing, bloating, weight gain, etc under the cut!

Bucky is just a full-blown foodie (as we'd call it these days lol), he doesn't get off from being stuffed full. And he doesn't stuff himself hardly ever, plus when he does end up stuffed it's never on purpose; he'll just get lost in the culinary experience he's having and indulges too much. So, the reason Bucky is a bigger guy is that he eats a lot and he eats often - always going for the richest, most sugary shit he can get his hands on - not because he intentionally gained. He munches happily. He lives to eat. Very food motivated.

Steve, however, eats with intensity.

Steve eats whatever his stomach can handle and he eats until he's stuffed full. Until the thought of one more bite makes him nauseous. Until he's holding onto his belly with both hands, moaning about how fucking full he is, food gurgling and shifting around inside him. The process of eating is good (of course, it is), but the fullness and arousal as a result of being packed full are what Steve chases the most. That and the weight.

But, yeah, as you said, he doesn't gain weight easily at all.

So, over the years of his attempted gain, it's become more and more about the chase; the stuffing that may or may not lead to a few more pounds. Because he's not like Bucky...

Bucky can unknowingly gain quite a few pounds (Steve might be a little jealous about that skill...) when their income is higher than usual so they can afford more food. Yet, Steve remains - even in those times of increased money when he's stuffed to the gills after every meal of the day - thin.

The bits of pudge that do appear under his belly button, his chin, or around his hips are worshipped by Bucky. He bites those soft places. He kisses him. He licks the extra flesh. He squeezes it. All of that. And all of that makes Steve that much more hungry for gaining.

When he gains a little bit of weight, managing it fucking finally, he spirals downward into even more stuffing. Extra motivated. Wanting more. More.

Always stuffing himself.

Even bloating himself when they don't have food.

He just needs to feel full.

He needs to see the way his stuffed tummy sticks out impossibly; always on beer-gut or pregnancy level. Like. It's round™️ when he's full. And when he's full all he's thinking about is how much he wishes it was all him. All fat. He wishes so badly that it wasn't a hard mass of food or drink. He wishes it was soft, pliable fat. He wishes it was malleable and heavy. He wants to jiggle. He wants to waddle- to lumber. He wants to be obese. Hugely fat. He wants it so fucking badly.

One day.

(And I'm thinking now about this pre-serum Steve joining the army, becoming Cap, getting frozen, finding Bucky, defeating Thanos, then retiring and immediately blowing up with fat when Bucky makes an effort to go through culinary school because he's going back to his roots with his love of food. And this is The Day because the serum, ironically, helps in this process. It keeps his weight in an ideal range when he eats a healthy diet and works out and runs on adrenaline but... when he starts eating all of Bucky’s creations, junk food, plus a fuck-ton of delivery (perhaps the best thing about the future haha) and stops training as well as ceasing to constantly be on the edge, ready to jump into a fight, he gains. And he gains weight faster than the average person. The serum working in overtime to plow through all those excess calories. It's everything he dreamed up. Being a butterball. Fat and so, so huge.)

End-note: this ask was from September... so, sorry for not filling your request sooner!

#ask #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #bloating #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #fat bucky #chubby steve #mylevisdontfitanymore

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chubbology · 4 years

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Getting Big

prompt: someone discovering they're a feeder as their feedee partner gets bigger

Sometimes you’re both in bed, distracted and ignoring each other on your phones or laptops, when you notice. Your eyes lift from your phone and notice your partner’s relaxed belly, rising and lowering with calm breath, stretching the fabric of their shirt. Really stretching it now, not just with every inhale, but by default. Not just pushing the seams a little with chubbier hips, but forcing the cotton to bow out close to its limit, forcing the stitching to cave into a belly button deeper and softer-looking than you remember. And your eyes inevitably take in the rest: thicker thighs, more shapely chest, less defined arms, softer jawline.

You’re aware that your partner’s gained a little weight. More than a little, but it’s fine. Probably thirty or so pounds, not a big deal, and you absolutely don’t judge them for it. Have they mentioned it at all? No, they just keep tugging at their shirts and pants. And underwear. Their underwear is getting too small for them, with weight gain making them a bit of a pear and all, but you don’t say anything. You don’t say they need bigger underwear. You don’t tell them how much you appreciate the fact that they need it. As long as they stay mum on the subject of their weight and the fit of their clothes, so will you; that’s your rule.

Sometimes you’re both in bed, watching TV, and they’re eating their way to the bottom of a quart of appallingly flavored ice cream (super-caramel-quadruple chocolate-chunk type stuff), and you keep sneaking glances. Because you’re amazed they’re comfortable enough around you to eat freely like this—or so you tell yourself. Their eyes are so glazed with distracted pleasure that maybe it didn’t even occur to them not to gorge themselves tonight, right in front of you.

Not gorging themselves like some kind of pig—no, it’s just, you both ordered a lot of takeout just a couple hours ago, and then they snacked on chips for a while, and then there was that candy bar they ate on a whim while you took out the trash, and now it’s a whole quart of ice cream. A whole quart. The more glances you sneak at them, the more you notice how their budding second chin peeks out when they chew. The more you notice that their bites seem hasty, as if tinged by some kind of distant, unconscious desperation.

You lean against them as if too tired to stay upright, reaching over them casually, letting one arm rest against their belly. It’s soft. It’s bigger. Not a big deal at all, you tell yourself for the millionth time.

And yet, you ponder their weight more. You’ve been pondering it incessantly. You can’t stop thinking about how they went to the mall two weeks ago without telling you, bought clothes a size up, and already were uncomfortably tugging and pulling on on every tight band and seam again. You can’t stop your thoughts from wandering to the idea of them sizing up again any more than your partner can stop their hands from opening another package of cookies.

“Ugh, this stuff is so good,” they mutter, swallowing the last bite, then closing the lid on the carton and setting it aside.

“Mm. I’ll buy more then,” you say without thinking. It’s fine if they size up again, after all. You’ll love them no matter their body type. Their happiness comes first. “I’m going to the grocery store anyway.”

A couple months later, going to the grocery store is not a chore to you, but a fun outing. You never used to even go down the junk food isles if you were by yourself, but now you scour them carefully. You place things in the cart you know your partner will like, and consider new brands and products they might like to try. It’s all so colorful and thrilling to actually buy. You tell yourself you might even try some of it and ignore the intrusive thought of your partner sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night again to binge on half the goodies themselves.

What niggles at you isn’t that you’re buying way too much junk food for your partner, who’s a little overweight now. It’s not as if they’ve told you to stop, or have implied they want to lose weight, or have said anything about any of it at all. That’s the thing: you’re in uncharted waters, and they haven’t told you a word about whether they fine with the way the tide was turning or whether they were actually really concerned that they were getting heavy and a little jiggly and they didn’t know what to do about it, let alone have the wherewithal to say, Honey, stop buying junk food. I’m getting fat.

Just the thought of the word makes you blush at the box of Fudge Covered Twinkies you’re holding. You quickly set them back on the shelf. Twinkies were practically the poster food for getting fat, right? Surely, your partner would suspect something, even though there wasn’t anything to suspect. You just know that they like food, particularly food that’s soft and sugary and addictive, and what better, cheaper food to comfort them with than Twinkies? No, it wouldn’t be good for their waistline, but you can already see their eyes fluttering closed at the taste—which was probably not even good, but that was hardly the point, was it?

Compromising, you buy a limited edition blue-stuffed brand of Twinkies instead, preparing an excuse that you thought the novelty of it was amusing and wondered if it was good.

But later that night, your partner eats six of them while you play video games and doesn’t mention the novelty of it at all. Your character dies stupidly and your partner laughs at you, belly jiggling as they do. You swallow, eyes fixating on their fat thighs. There’s no other word for them—they’re fat. Their thighs have gotten fat, just like their belly got fat, just like their hips and chest and arms and even their neck and face has been rounding out with so much chub. They were fat and they did eat like a pig, and all signs pointed to more weight gain. They were going to keep gaining weight, and when was it going to stop? When you finally decided enough was enough? When their doctor told them to take control? Yeah, so, you could imagine them awkwardly saying, coming home from the doctor, I guess I gotta lose weight. Maybe they would be holding a pamphlet on obesity or something, looking ashamed.

And maybe they would try at first. You would help. They’d exercise a little here and there, maybe only eat one Twinkie instead of six, maybe not ask for takeout so often. But it wouldn’t last. The second their will broke, yours would too. And you’d both be in bed, distracted by nothing but endless waves of pleasure that your sex life hadn’t known in a while, them leaning back against the headboard, eating every fattening thing you had to offer, which would be many, many, as many fattening things as they’d agree to swallow down like they glutton they were becoming.

“Babe?”

You blink.

“You okay?” they say with that chubby face of theirs, a face that said, I’ve been gaining so much weight, and you’re really aroused.

“I’m glad you like those,” you stutter. You look at the Twinkies box, and so do they. Your mouth keeps moving without forethought. “I’ll buy you more next time. Any other flavors you like?” You set down your controller and push your hand into their hair affectionately. Since they’re slouched, they look up at you, and you lower your hand to the back of their neck, touching the bulge of the fat there. “Want me to get you your favorite ice cream? I know you had a long day at work.” You stand and head for the kitchen, ignoring your partner’s confused ums and wells.

You open the freezer and get one of many ice cream quarts. Thanks to you, the fridge and freezer have been stuffed to the gills with crap, but you can’t regret it, not when it makes your partner look perpetually stuffed to the gills too. You get a spoon and sit down next to them again, brain fuzzy with want. “You’ll feel better when you finish this. By the time you do, I’ll finally finish this damn level.”

“I’m—I’m not…” But the look in their eyes is conflicted. “I’m not that hungry, really.”

You laugh. Your body is buzzing. “Please. With you, when you eat and when you’re hungry are completely unrelated. Let’s make it a competition! Finish before I do. Go!”

“What?”

You’re already starting the level over, thinking to yourself What the hell? Don’t make them eat if they don’t want to. Even if they do want to, even when they’re full, because they’re greedy and addicted, gonna get obese soon—

A minute passes, and they’re sitting up, belly folded in rolls on their lap, looking poised to either stand up and put the ice cream away or rip the lid off and devour it all.

“Eat it,” you say innocently, or try to. It mostly comes out like a pathetic attempt at sounding not-horny.

You glance over, and they still look conflicted, so you lean over and kiss them on their tubby cheek. “Go ahead,” you say, quieter. You meet their eyes. “Don’t you want to?”

They look taken aback now, flushed. All at once, they seem aware of their blubbery, overweight body, and they shift on the couch. You forget the game and lean in again, kissing them on the lips, then deeper as they lean into you. “I know you want to,” you whisper. You cup their fattened hip, squeeze it gently. “I bet you really want to.”

They’re blushing really hard now, gone shy and speechless. So you move closer to them, and since their head is lowered to avoid your eyes, you land a sweet peck on their bulging second chin. Then you peel off the lid of the carton, tear the plastic off, and push the spoon satisfyingly into the over-processed sugar that has been fattening your partner out of their clothes so well.

Despite their air of reluctance, they eat the spoonful you offer as if on instinct. They squirm with pleasure, and your breath hitches when their plump hand twitches out to take the spoon away from you when you don’t use it quick enough. You scoop them another bite. Then another. The room is quiet except for the game in the background and your rapidly beating heart. Their eyelids lower, and you murmur encouraging words to them. That’s it. It’s good, huh? Big bite... The experience seems no less momentous to them than to you, and so you keep going. Their eyes drift shut and so you guide their mouth to open at the right times. Eventually, your cooing gets bolder.

“I know how much you like this. Like eating. Eating a little too much.”

Their mouth pauses around the spoon, but their eyes don’t open. They swallow and wait for the next bite.

“And I know you get up in the middle of the night sometimes, just to eat,” you say. “Eat and eat until your clothes feel tight and your stomach’s queasy, right? You always come back to bed so uncomfortable, tossing and turning, panting a little. Holding back little burps. I wake up and all the junk food I bought is gone.”

Your partner leans into to your next spoonful, then takes it from you. Without meeting your eyes, they start eating from the tub themselves, at twice your pace. You smooth your fingers through their hair. Then rub a hand down their arm, which was now sausage-like with so much fat clinging to it. But it’s squishy, when you pinch it. No firmness anywhere you can see.

“I’m sure you know you’re getting big, baby. You’re getting big. But that’s okay.” You rub your hands over their belly, their hips, their rolls of back fat. “You just keep eating as much as you like.”

And after another pause, they nod.

#weight gain #fic #askbox prompts #genderless #reader feeder #nonbinary gainer

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miraeluc · 3 years

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you have an eating disorder

prompt: “you never had issues with food - that is until your boyfriend makes a remark about your weight.”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female! reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: MAJOR TW!! anorexia, there’s swearing

genre: fluff, angst

NOTE: this is not proofread at all and it’s kinda short, i was struggling to finish it a lot, sorry :(

you were never one to pay special attention to your diet or anything

life is short, why spend it worrying about how your body looks?

food is food man, and you need it to live

there was no fun in dieting either, it’s not like you were ever fat anyway - with daily training you were in shape!

sure there were thinner girls, but like i mentioned, you just liked enjoying food without having to worry about losing weight all the time

your boyfriend, bakugo, just does not know how to express himself

he’s not the type to really pay any mind to your figure, he finds you pretty anyway

and its a plus anyway - whenever he feels full he can just push his plate towards you and you’ll gladly finish it for him

that is until one day

you were sitting with the baku squad at lunch

mina was telling you about a new tiktok trend she had stumbled upon and found hilarious

denki was currently fighting for his life against bakugo after saying his hair looked like he was just hit by an electricity quirk before he proceeded to zap him lightly

kirishima was regretting all of his life decisions when he decided to try and help denki

sero was just sat there,, recording it so he could show them just how stupid they looked afterwards

kirishima finally managed to pull said angry-boy away from kaminari

you always said he’s like a little angry pomeranian when angry lol

back to the plot omg i got carried away

after bakugo was calm enough to take his initial seat beside you, he was already too full and just overall not hungry

so he pushed his plate towards you

“eat up, fatass.” he grumbled out

you just looked up at him with wide doe-eyes, not expecting an insult to slip off his tongue

it was bakugo, what’d you expect lmao

you looked down at the plate, suddenly feeling very not hungry anymore, instead pushing the plate away as you grabbed your bag to stand up

“actually, i’ll head up to my room, i feel a bit sick”

you immediately left after that, not seeing the confused glances the table exchanged, mina smacking bakugo’s head

you went to your room and laid down, not knowing why bakugo’s comment had made you feel upset

you never get upset when he makes dumb remarks!!

so why now!!

you realised it when you were stood in front of the mirror, shirt lifted, staring at your own body

you did gain some weight.

you were upset at yourself because you usually didn’t mind!!

you know weight fluctuates, you know the small amount of chub you have will eventually pack it’s little bags and leave again

but it hurt because you wanted to be pretty for your boyfriend.

how could you be when he says you’re a fatass?

eventually, you ended up scrolling through your phone, looking at thin girls all day

you also looked up a few diets that worked very fast

by the time bakugo was aggressively knocking at your door you had closed all of the pages you were previously looking at

as soon as you swung the door open he strutted in, seating himself on your bed

“what was with you running off at lunch today?” he looked at you

you were still stood at your door like.... mm ok i guess make yourself at home

“huh? i told you, i felt a little sick.” you mumbled, closing the door again, it was getting late and you were not looking to be beheaded by aizawa

he scoffed “if you say so.” he laid down, kicking your blanket to the side

“i brought you some snacks - incase you got hungry..” he said, his face looking like >:(

he didn’t get them because he knew you liked them and wanted to make you happy! not at all!!

he just didn’t want to put up with you being whiny

that’s for sure the reason

you giggled, throwing yourself ontop of him - sounds of protest coming from him but he did wrap his arms around you

“since when are you so nice, katsuki?!” you teased

lol wrong move

in 0.01 seconds you were flipped over and held down as he started tickling you

“i’m not nice!”

the next morning you left extra early to avoid getting breakfast with bakugo

he didn’t seem to be bothered by it, he also has days where he just doesn’t feel like eating early in the morning so

it does start to bother him when that one day of skipping breakfast turned into every day

his google search bar is like

‘why does my gf not eat’

‘do girls not eat breakfast’

but this bitch is also too scared to approach you at first because he doesnt want you to know he truly cares

his ego is still too high for that

but you know better

you know he cares but sometimes you don’t feel good enough for him

you can’t help but compare yourself to other girls at your school

you distance yourself unknowingly, lost in the counting calories and exercising every day

everyone but you notices that you’re literally spiraling

you don’t notice that you look sick, skin paling and cheekbones getting more prominent every passing day

you don’t notice the growing eyebags under your eyes

all you notice is other pretty girls and how you want to look like them.

at first, your friends decide to give you some space, thinking that maybe you have to fix this within yourself and need space

and you do, but someone needs to snap you out of your little bubble

that someone is bakugo

so it goes like this

during training, he noticed your legs being a little more wobbly than usual

and he noticed that you were unfocused, not being able to dodge all of the enemies attacks

but something inside of him snaps when aizawa has to stop the fight because you were not even fighting back anymore

before aizawa even arrived in front of you, your world went black and you collapsed

bakugo was so angry at your training enemy

didn’t they fucking see your struggle??

did they really have to be stopped by their teacher??

would they even have stopped if it werent for aizawa??

probably not

but he didnt have time to go and yell at them because he was running towards you

aizawa let him pick you up

“bring her to recovery girl.”

of course he did

everyone watching was so shocked

because bakugo didn’t let out a sound the entire time

his face was pulled into a frown, as usual, but he wasn’t speaking- no, yelling

he showed past his classmates, walking towards recovery girl’s office

“ribbit, why was he so quiet?”

recovery girl was like ?!?!?! what the fuck happened when was the last time she ate

she had to give you a total parenteral nutrition

(that means nutrition/fluids are delivered into your body via a catheter placed in a vein of your body, usually lower arm)

when you woke up bakugo was sat next to the bed, reading the back of some medicine bottle he found there

when he noticed you awake he perked up a little, shoulders visibly relaxing

“what happened?”

he narrowed his eyes, wondering for a second if you were serious

“you’re starving yourself to near death, that’s what happened.”

you immediately grimaced

“did i pass out in front of everyone?”

“is that seriously what you’re worried about?!”

you remained quiet, looking away

“y/n, look at me.” he gently guided your head to face him

“i don’t know what drove you to do this to yourself, but i need you to stop. you’re going to die if you don’t stop. what idiot made you think you need to do this to yourself?! i’ll kill them!”

“you told me i was a fatass”

his jaw dropped

fuck

“you know i don’t mean when i insult you! i hide the fucking fact that i WANT you to eat by using insults! i’m so sorry..”

his voice went soft at the end

he truly felt so bad :(

he was the one that was supposed to protect you from others hurting you yet here he was, being the one that caused you to hink you weren’t worthy enough

“i know, but there’s so many much more prettier girls than me, i was afraid you’d lose feelings if i wasn’t thin enough.”

“are you kidding?! you’re the only one i have eyes for! all those other extra’s can fuck off, i don’t give a single shit about them!”

you were kinda tearing up

“do you promise?”

god, he felt so bad.

he sat on the edge of the bed, reluctantly pulling you in a hug

“i promise”

from that day on he made sure to remind you to eat meals, even if it was just something small

he ripped everyone’s heads off if they made a comment about your eating habits and/or weight

and he made sure you were the only one he loved

the day he saw you collapse something broke inside of him

it opened his eyes that hiding his emotions from you wouldn’t help you in your relationship

so while he supported you to build your feelings of self-worth and eating habits, you helped him start to open up, teaching him that showing emotions wasn’t embarassing

no one else knew how soft he could get with you and it should stay that way

you had a long way to go but it was all worth it in the end

he was your little angry pomeranian <33

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#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #eating disorder #eating disorder recovery #bnha fluff #bnha angst #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima #mha fluff #mha angst #bakugo angst #bakugo fluff #bakugo drabble

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iwriteweightgainbullshit · 3 years

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could you write something about Lee going to the diner a lot because he wants to ask the waitress!reader out and because he eats there so often he gains a bit of weight but the reader likes it?

Lee bodecker x reader

Warnings: Chubby kink, insecurities, weight gain, mentions thigh riding. (Remind me if I forgot one)

Words: 785

(There isn't a gender for the reader in this fic)

Hi anon!

Thank you so much for sending this ask!

I’m sorry for the long wait I totally forgot about it. I hope you like it!

When Lee first came to the restaurant you worked at he was pretty lean and muscular. He has always had some chub but that was mostly babyfat that had never gone away.

Lee is a confident guy, everyone knows that. But when he say you standing there, he lost all his words.

You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life, how was he supposed to talk to you?

He just ordered his food, ate it and left.

Without asking you out or complimenting you.

He wanted to ask you out or say something but he got too scared.

So he came back the next day too see you, and the day after that, and the day after that.

Him eating at the restaurant almost everyday went on for months and it started to show.

His pants were getting harder to button and he even had to get some new ones.

He hadn't asked you out all this time because you guys actually sort of became friends, so he was pretty sure you didn't like him that way.

You started to notice the changes on his body too....

And it drove you crazy!

He had already been the most attractive men you've had ever seen and he only got hotter in your opinion.

You could see his cute belly started to hang slightly over his pants, the fabric of his pants tightly wrapped around his thighs and a cute little double chin.

You loved it, all you wanted to do was sit on his lap and play with his belly.

But you were friends now, he didn't like you back.

So, a few more weeks went on, as well as a few more pounds.

By this time Lee had already gotten new shirts, since he popped one of the buttons of the old one.

Today was different, Lee wasn't there.

You were sad but decided to just keep on working, maybe Lee would show up later.

But he didn't show up and your shift ended.

When you walked out of the restaurant you found Lee sitting on a bench.

"Hello sweetheart" he said while smilling at you.

"Lee? What are you doing here?" you're confused because you didn't expect him to be there.

"I've been meaning to ask you something for a while now but I was too scared."

"Scared of what? Lee please tell me what's going on?"

"Would you like to go on a date with me? I mean I know I gained weight and you're probably not attracted to me-".

"I AM attracted to you, and yes I want to go on a date with you! I mean uhm, I like it..."

"Like what sweetheart?"

"I like your soft, chubby body. I think it's sexy, it makes me want to do stuff to you"

Lee was shocked, he thought you'd be disgusted by him.

He then smirked at you. “Oh yeah, why do you like it so much?”

You started getting nervous. “You’re just so big and strong but also so soft. I bet you could throw me against any wall, but you would also make such a good pillow.”

“Hm, Baby(boy/girl) maybe not throw you against a wall. But you could uhm feed me if you want and then uh use my belly as pillow”

“I’m kind of disappointed about the wall thing but sure that sounds great too Lee”

“Sweetheart, you don’t know how happy you’re making me right now”

You chuckled at him.

“Anyhow how bout I take you on a date tomorrow and after that you can take my body downtown baby(boy/girl)”

You smiled at him “That sounds perfect Lee”

For a moment there was silence until Lee closed the space between the two of you. And let his soft lips meet your even softer lips.

“See you tomorrow sweetheart”

The next day they did go on that date as promised and also let you take his body downtown.

So led one date to 6 dates and led friends to lovers.

But the biggest change was 210 pounds leading to 240 pounds since he still went to your restaurant everyday. The 30 pounds was only from when you too started dating.

His weight gain since meeting you was on 60 pounds now. He started off with a bit chubby 180 pounds and now? He has a real gut and sexy chubby thighs that you love to ride.

Thank you for reading this! It was kinda messy and short sorry!

Have a nice day!

#lee bodecker #chubby kink #chubby male #the devil all the time #thigh riding #feederist

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wooyoungscftie · 3 years

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WOOYOUNG: Stop Talking

Genre: fluff,a bit of angst,hints of smutish behaviour

Summary: Wooyoung starts to be insecure again,so you have to show him how beautiful he actually is.

A/N: this was inspired by the picture Wooyoung posted on Universe,because this mf had the courage to actually say he gained 5kg,and now has to lose this weight again.He's freaking beautiful and he has to know this!

After Ateez' promotions for 'I'm The One' ended,the boys started to have some time off.Wooyoung and you took the time to look for an apartment for you two,since their manager allowed you to move in together,as long as it's still in the near of their company and the boys' dorm.Until then you're both hanging around in the dorm

"What do you think about this one baby?" Wooyoung asked you as he pointed at one picture in the internet.

It's a quite big one,with enough room for at least four people.You would personally find it too big,but Wooyoung really wants to have enough space.His explanation was,that you both had to plan for your future already.When mini you's and wooyoung's run around the apartment.

"This looks great.But can we talk about this later?I'm hungry and I want to eat something.Can we order some pizza?" You asked with puppy dog eyes.

"As much as I like to eat pizza right now,I can't" he said sitting up from his position laying beside you.

"Why can't you eat pizza?What's wrong?" You asked concerned.The last time he was having this behaviour he started his diet.

"I don't know if you noticed it,but since the promotions ended I gained 5kg.Now I need to lose it again"

Is he being for real right now?You hated it when he's talking about his weight like this.You never considered him as chubby,he had a bit of puffy cheeks and a little tummy,but that was it.

Of course you realized that he wasn't really watching what he was eating recently,but as if that's something bad.His cheeks got a bit rounder again,a little bit of chub started to form on his abs,and his beautiful thighs started to make a comeback.

"Wooyoung,you know you don't have to be skinny to actually look good?" You also sat up to directly look at him.

"But you know I feel more comfortable.I was so happy after finally losing 14kg,and just because I can't pay attention to my meals I'm gaining weight again.I don't like this at all"

"You're unbelievable.I told you this several times, you're fucking beautiful no matter how much you weight.I love you for who you are,and you should also love yourself."

"Y/N have you seen me?Have you seen how round my face got?How my abs aren't defined anymore?How thick my thighs got?"

"Wooyoung.Your face is extremely cute,I honestly like this more than your pale looking,sharp face,you yourself said that you prefer chest over abs,so you shouldn't care about this,and believe me when I tell you that everyone,Atiny's and myself,love your thighs more than anything.And now my dear boy,take your shirt off" you demand.

"I-what?" Wooyoung was visibly confused.

"Take your shirt off baby boy" you took out your domestic side with using your boyfriend's favourite pet name.

Being affected by the pet name he took off his shirt and layed it to his side.You put the laptop on the bedside table and turn to him again.

"I don't know what your problem is.Look at your abs, they're still there,so no need to worry.And now" you put your hands on his chest to push him down and straddle his waist.

"let me show you how beautiful you are"

#ateez #ateezreaction #jungwooyoung #kpop #wooyoung #wooyoungimagine #wooyoungangst #wooyoung angst #wooyoung fluff #ateez imagines #ateezimagine #ateezimagines

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aziraphalesangel · 4 years

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“So, I took {youngest sister} to the paediatrician yesterday. she gained seven kilos. the doctor says she needs to slow down her eating”

“She’s fourteen.”

“I said it was probably the pork buns. I told her if she keeps eating them she’ll start looking like a pork bun.”

“She’s still growing.”

“Apparently she only grew a centimetre this time.”

“She’s only just started puberty. half that weight’s gone to her chest.”

“I know, she went up 4 cup sizes in six months”

“She’s fourteen.”

“She’s 63kg. That’s heavier than you right?”

“...”

“She’s getting a bit of a belly.”

“She’s fourteen.”

There seems to be this idea, that kids just crave being skinny just because. just because of social media, just because of airbrushed pictures in magazines, just because of media, just because of celebrities, just because, just because. And people really thought, the adults really thought, that teaching us about “Body Image” in high school was going to solve that. That telling us that those pictures were doctored, that social media influencers are fake. we know. for fuck’s sake give teenagers a bit of credit.

You know what was always dumb? When teachers got told to sandwich body image and mental health topics in between subjects like obesity in young people. That one second you have an adult telling you that you should love your body, that it will be changing because puberty is a thing that happens, that you will have a growth spurt, that sometimes you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see and that means you brain is lying to you (that was a stupid thing to say to kids), and then you tell us, that there is a growing problem of obesity in children. That gaining weight is bad.

I can’t speak for other people’s schools, or the areas that grew up in, but my school didn’t seem to have those allegedly CRIPPLINGLY obese kids. Of course there were fat kids; kids with a bit of chub around their waist, teenage girls with cellulite, boys with stretchmarks on their bellies, kids who wobbled when they ran. We were children. We were still growing. You can’t have a growth spurt without gaining weight. You cannot start puberty without the necessary fat stores. You just can’t. but instead of telling us that, they told us there was an obesity crisis, and we looked around the room at all the other normal looking kids and wondered who? And when we couldn’t figure it out, we asked: Me?

let me tell you a story:

When I was 12 I was a particularly weight. By the time I was 14, that weight had nearly doubled.

sounds bad right?

let me tell you a story:

When I was 12, I weighed roughly 30kg. That is roughly 10 kilos underweight. I had this trick I could do when I was about eight, where I could shove my entire hand under my ribs. People told me I was skinny, but it was never the insult those people who like to derail fat positivity posts like to think it is. Not one adult ever told me I was unhealthy. Not one adult ever told me my weight was a problem.

By the time I was 14, that weight had nearly doubled.

For the first time in my life I was a healthy weight, and all I could think about was that my stomach wasn’t flat anymore.

I was fourteen

Now lets look at how that mentality happens okay?

2013 I got instagram. I only followed my friends; a bunch of gangly and chubby 12 and 13 year olds. I didn’t care for magazines.

You know what else happened?

We started highschool; year 7. My friend’s parents were finalising their divorce. I didn’t know then, but one of the reasons her dad cheated was because he thought his wife had “let herself go”. Said wife was in her forties, and had given birth to two kids. I don’t know what he expected.

And my friend started parroting her mother. “I’m so bloated, I’m so fat. I can’t eat that, it has too many carbs.”

Never: I’ll get fat. Always: I am fat.

She was twelve. She hadn’t even started puberty yet.

You know what else happened?

2015, my family started going through some shit. My mum got diagnosed with a new chronic illness, which the doctor said she got because she was overweight. The advice the doctor gave her was to lose weight.

And suddenly, everything I ate was a personal attack on her. “Don’t eat that, it’s full of sugar. Don’t eat that, it has too much fat. Don’t buy that, I can’t eat it. If you eat that you’ll end up looking like it. If you eat that you’ll end up like me.”

And of course, my personal favourite: “Are you suuuuuure you should eat that?”

And a year later I was diagnosed with anxiety. Shocker.

My family used to be close to the family of a friend of mine. And my mum still mentions sometimes that the two youngest (a year older and younger than my youngest sister) were always hungry. Their parents used to starve them so that wouldn’t end up fat. I’m still friends with the girl my age, and she gets regularly and violently verbally abused for her weight, because she’s fat, and her siblings are skinny enough that you can see their ribs, and we all eat the same food, what’s your excuse? As if, just because you’re the same family, with the same food, that your genetics, your body, is all the same, all functions the same. As if it didn’t matter how good her achievements were in literally anything, she was fat, and her parents both made sure they would bully her until it just stopped. As if that’s how it works.

Watching my friends, go from these awkward funny kids, to very very anxious and depressed teenagers (and we all developed anxiety and depression to a degree, which is a post for another day), watching as some of them ended up hospitalised and forced to drop out of high school for eating disorders, watch as others tried to justify compulsive puking and laxative addictions with a smile on their face, because of their parents, it’s always because of the parents, or teachers, or whichever adult meant the most to us, because someone instilled that pathological fear of watching that number on the scaled tick up and up and up. Someone warned us that gaining weight meant we failed. And we believed them because we were children.

My little sister is seventeen. She lost seven kilos this year. Her ribs stick out, and when she lies on the floor on her stomach, she gets bruises on her hip bones. She’s still growing.

My little sister is fourteen. She gained seven kilos this year. She hasn’t, yet, internalised our mum’s fatphobia; she doesn’t care, yet, what she weighs. She doesn’t care, yet, what size clothes she wears. She had a big shit eating grin the day she was told her bras were too small. She’s fourteen. This year they did the body image module in PD/H, this year she went to a doctor for her ADHD, and instead they told her she needed to watch weight. This year will be the year adults start ramping up the policing of her eating habits. She’s fourteen.

Telling us there is an obesity crisis isn’t helping. Treating obesity as a social problem instead of a biological one isn’t helping. Doctors deciding their first advice, regardless of the condition, is to loose weight, isn’t helping. People on social media promoting laxative teas isn’t helping. Celebrity endorsement of weight-loss companies isn’t helping. Commercialising weight-loss isn’t helping. All this^ has done nothing to make society, broadly speaking, less fat. It has created a lot of eating disorders and mental illnesses though.

But blaming people’s obsession with being skinny on that, takes away from the very important fact that, the most harmful factor is our parents. And when you’re a teenager, or a young adult who can’t move out yet, you cannot escape that. Because there will always be someone nagging you about your weight, about what you’re eating, when you’re at home. And when you’re not?

Well I can’t speak for everyone, but when I’m eating out, what makes me choose the “healthy” option instead of the filling one, is that little voice in the back of my head muttering;

Are you suuuuuuuuure you should be eating that?

#fatphobia #fatphobia tw #body image #diet culture #my post

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mightysteelix · 4 years

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Hello! I haven't updated in God knows how long, I know. Don't worry - I'm back again with another Fate story. So far, it seems Archer/Cu has caught my interest the most out of all ships I've written.

Upping the Game

"You serious?" A table, stacked with food loomed in front of Cu. Steaming soups, carefully cooked rice, masterfully-made meats: a feast worthy of a king's entire court - only for him? "Saber feasts that much?"

"I regret breaking the remnants of her kingly image," Emiya smirked, "but this is a normal meal for her. Once I took her to a buffet and she ate for six hours straight. No one else could do that."

"Again," Cu replied merrily, "goals for one future day!"

"If you cannot clear this table, I doubt you will ever reach her." Emiya leaned on the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest. "However perfect you are -" Cu's smile beamed at the compliment "- in eating, nobody will match her." An unspoken dare hung in the air - ‘Prove me wrong.'

"No need to repeat!" Cu snatched a bowl with soup and - no care for such things like spoons - drank directly from it. Done in mere seconds, he slammed it on the table. "Mmm! Delicious as ever! You've outdone yourself today!"

"Did you expect lackluster food from me? Please." Emiya's smile grew a bit softer. His posture lossened. "If you can talk, you can eat."

"Never seen you so eager before!" After a mock stretching - as if awaiting an athletics test - Cu took another bowl. "Time to up my game, too.” Unmatched in fights, Cu's speed had found a new use. However softer his body grew - even if still not much - he moved faster than anyone could see. Only leftovers remained as a mark of his gluttony, as the ancient hero cleared plate after plate. He stopped gulping or chewing for another compliment to Emiya's food.

"Tastier than any royal chef!"

"Worthy of a song in its honor!"

"Just perfect!"

The time between such rests grew shorter. Cu put an empty plate on the table and sighed in relief. Grinning in satisfaction, he rubbed his belly.

"Feeling full already?" Emiya asked. "Shame, when you have almost finished… Was your bravado only a talk?"

"Stop with that smugness and come help me," Cu replied. "Unless you want all the food to waste and miss your chance to fatten me even more."

"I suppose I could help you this one time." Painfully slow, Emiya walked to his boyfriend. The taunting game required two players, after all. "Let me see how I can help." He leaned over Cu from behind, reaching for his stuffed gut. "Huh, you've really stuffed yourself." His fingers drew circles over Cu's taut belly. Whatever little soft chub Cu had gained in the past few weeks spread over his round tummy. "You might change out of that, at least." Cu's choice of clothes - his blue, tight jumpsuit could not feel comfortable, no matter how much Emiya enjoyed him ballooning out of the clothes.

"I… Urp! Wanna break out of it. If possible, at least." Sometimes Cu had the stupidest ideas. The Servants' clothes had become a part of them, created always to suit them. And yet…

"If you want to trouble yourself so much, I won't stop you," Emiya said with faked grumpiness. And yet, he would love the incredible show if Cu did it.

"Now we're talking!" Cu grabbed another plate - this one with roasted beef. Only a few short burps - "Urp!" - cut the silence. His belly rounded out with every bite, growing heavier and tauter under Emiya's fingers. Done with the beef, Cu moved on the next dish ——— Almost purring (How would Cu react if Emiya called him a cat? A quip for a future time.) Cu let hands on the table. "It seems," he spoke slowly, "an enemy has bested me." A little less than a quarter of the food remained.

"Giving up already? I told you, Saber eats as much every lunch."

"Sorry. I can't finish. Unless," Cu smirked, "you help me even more."

"My healing magic is a bit lacking, but…"

"Nah," Cu replied. "If I wanted that, I could make the runes by myself. If you want to make me grow -" he rubbed his taut, spherical gut, the blue suit absolutely strained around it "- feed me."

"What?" Emiya almost backed away. Almost.

"Seems the matchless Archer had shame. Who knew? W… Urp! What do you say?"

"I say that you are pretending."

Cu laughed. "And here I thought you'd jump at the chance… Next time. Keep with the rubs, at least."

"Next time - if you finish the whole table."

With renewed vigor, Cu attacked the food. Bite by bite, it disappeared in his greedy, gluttonous mouth. His gut grew out more, round and heavy, perfectly spherical, yet held back by the blue clothing.

"And done!" Cu slammed fist at the table. Not a single crumb remained. "Now, what was that promise for the next time?"

#get beached #weight gain stories #male weight gain #male wg #male weight gain stories #fate stay series #cu chulainn #emiya archer #archer x lancer #chubwritings

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chubbyheroesworthyheroes · 5 years

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Hello, if your prompts are still open - could I request Ike with Cow TF, please? Um, and 'content with WG'.

Traveling to different lands after the wars in Tellius had been a mixed bag.

On the whole, it was a relief to get away on his own, be the master of his own life for once. He’d discovered so many new places, and met just as many people. Of course, he’d come across the same issues that had been prevalent back in Tellius; discrimination, war, enslavement of others. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away from it all, and while he did what he could as a traveling mercenary to help those that needed it, he didn’t get himself as invested in things as back home.

While traveling on foot through a stretch of land that put him in mind of Crimea -- all rolling, green hills and farmland -- Ike found himself seeking shelter from a sudden storm. Cold rain pelted him from above, soaking him through to the bone as he jogged along muddy roads in search of somewhere to hunker down for the night. He was out deep in the country here, having stopped at the last village days before. Before the storm hit, Ike had walked by some farms, but figured that he’d find something if he kept pressing on instead of going back.

After a soggy scramble up the muddy road and into a lush field, Ike did eventually come across what looked like a farm. There were no candles or a fire going when he looked in one of the windows, and the whole place looked sort of abandoned, so he didn’t bother knocking on the door; simply going inside, finding it unlocked, and calling out once to make sure there really wasn’t anyone else in the old place. The dark house creaked and groaned as he slowly walked through it, trying not to bump into too many things as he tried to find a bedroom in the inky blackness. Eventually, he stumbles across a room with a still decent mattress, and hunkers down there for the night; shedding off his wet clothes and trying to get himself warmed up.

Waking up, it was still drizzling in the morning, but it wasn’t enough to deter Ike from exploring the place he’d taken shelter in. It was a homey little cottage, and though it certainly appeared to be abandoned for quite some time, it was still in pretty decent shape. Dusty and unused, but Ike had certainly made due with far worse.

Glancing out one of the rain speckled windows, Ike was surprised to see a small herd of cows milling about in the field by the farm. It was hard to tell if they were supposed to be here, or if they’d just wandered in through the busted fence. Figuring it might be wise to wait and see if the weather clears up, Ike decides to check out these cows. If they were living here, and there was no one around to look after them, he could at least take over until he had to get on the road again. After all, there were other little farms around here that he could bring the small group of cattle to once he had to go.

Jogging through the light mist of rain along the overgrown path to the field, the cows barely even batted an eye at his presence. They meandered about, tails flicking, as they ripped grass up from the ground and chewed lazily. They all looked to be dairy cows, Ike observed, noticing that they all seemed to be in need of a good milking. Clearly, whoever had run this farm previously hadn’t left anyone in charge to look after it when they left.

Well, he couldn’t just leave them here like this…

Glancing around, and having to walk back to the dreary little barn a ways off to rummage around, Ike managed to find a pail to use. He’d helped to milk cows before, back when he was still too young to join in the company’s mercenary work, but it would take him a bit to get through all of the cows on his own.

At least the animals were docile, and behaved well for him while he got to work, milking them for the better part of the drizzly day. After finishing with that, and getting the ridiculous amount of milk stored away properly, Ike rooted around for any dry wood he could use for a fire in the hearth, grabbing some fruit from the trees edging the fence as he headed back towards the little cottage.

Drying himself off and warming up in front of the fire, Ike made a meal of the fruit he’d picked, some salted meat he still had in his pack, and washed it all down with the fresh milk from the cows in the field. The fruit was mild, but the milk was surprisingly sweet -- the taste was so good, creamy and full, that Ike easily drank through a gallon of the stuff in just that sitting. It wasn’t the most substantial meal, but the milk helped to make him feel full where he was lacking in actual food.

In fact, it made him feel so full and content, that Ike found himself dozing in front of the fire, the drizzling rain outside helping to further lull him into sleep.

He didn’t rouse again until the following morning, waking up just a little stiff from the floor, but otherwise feeling quite refreshed. The sun was out already, and he could hear the cows lowing out in their field. Just as he’d done the day before, he went out to take care of them. With the weather now favorable again, he could head out to one of the farm’s he’d passed before this one and see if they could take on the herd of cows. After all, he should be getting on the road again. After making sure that the cows were all good, he heads back down the road he’d traveled up several days past, trekking along until he comes across another little farm. Explaining the situation, the old man that ran the place said that he could take the cows, but that he’d need some time to expand his own fenced in field for them.

Agreeing to take care of the cows until the old man comes for them, Ike tromps back through the mud to what was looking to be where he’d be staying for a week or so.

It wasn’t bad, really. Sure, it was a delay in his travels, but the old man was paying him for the work he was doing, and the quiet, calm company of the animals was something Ike rather enjoyed. Besides, the break from fighting for his pay was also a bit of a relief. It was a pleasant, honest way to live, and it reminded him of how life used to be back home in Crimea.

With the cows producing that sweet, heavy milk of theirs every day -- and the old farmer down the road sending him food and other supplies every other day -- Ike was doing far better meal-wise than his first night on the abandoned farm. In fact, with the only real work he was doing being related to the cows, he spent quite a lot of his time simply out in the fields with them, eating. Hefty slabs of meat, chunks of cheese and bread, the fruits from the trees and even some vegetables -- all of it always washed down with the sweet, cold milk from the cows. They’d mill about the lush field as he ate, chewing grass and cud, softly calling to one another in such a way that Ike found calming and weirdly familiar -- as if he could almost understand what they were communicating to each other. The mercenary would often doze in the shade of a tree after eating and drinking his fill, blue eyes drifting close against the spackle of sunlight trying to break through the leaves.

The days rolled on at a lazy pace, blurring together after a while.

It never even struck him that something might not be right here.

Ike had genuinely lost track of time at one point, waking up groggily one morning and getting ready to deal with the day, only to realize that his...clothes are fitting rather tightly now. Sure enough, blinking away the sleep in his eyes and inspecting himself, he realizes that he’s...put on a bit of weight. Not a large amount of weight, really; it’s enough to make him look more thickset than just muscular, a generous layer of padding that he’d never allowed to happen before on account of his work and the fact that the Greil Mercenaries had never been in the lap of luxury. Some part of him thought it was a little strange that he’d gained this much noticeable weight in such a short amount of time, but the mellow bellowing of the cows distracted him from that train of thought.

He simply shrugged, forgoing the now restrictive shirt and just pulled on the tight but still workable pants. It was warm enough out to go without the shirt, and it wasn’t like there was anybody but the cows to be bothered about it anyway.

Ike couldn’t help absentmindedly touching the extra fluff, though. It was so strange to him, as he’d never really been overweight before -- the closest he’d come to having this sort of softness was simply the chubbiness one had as a kid. He’d always been stocky and well built, but his body had never had this give to it. It was hard not to get lost in the unfamiliar sensation of having the pads of his fingers sinking in a little bit until they hit the harder muscle underneath the chub on his abdomen.

He went about his work as usual, though his hands continued their absentminded wandering over his chubby gut as he did so.

Settling down in the shade of his favorite tree, midday meal brought out with him to enjoy in the company of the cows, Ike relaxed. He could get used to living like this, quite honestly. Wolfing down the food he’d brought in record time, he lets the soft sounds of the cows in the field put him to sleep for a nap.

As he sleeps, he has the most bizarre dream. He’s still out in the field with the cows, only...the cows aren’t cows -- well, they are, but they looked human as well. If he didn’t know any better, he would have almost likened them to Laguz. They spoke in drawling voices, lazily chatting to him about how wonderful it was to live like them. Everything they needed was provided for in the field, and they could spend the entire day simply eating, drinking and lazing in the sun. The only thing they’d been missing in their little paradise was a big, strong bull to look after the herd.

They crowd around him eagerly in the dream, all massive tits and wide hips, both make and female among the group. They want to feed him, have him drink from their swollen breasts -- show him how wonderful life would be if he stayed with them in the field.

Ike woke up with a gasp, startled to see that the cows had come to lay by him as he slept.

He does his best to step around them and not disturb them, hustling back to the cottage -- completely unaware to the changes that were starting to ramp up within his body.

Ike occupies himself as best he can for the rest of the night, feeling a building headache coming on as he tends to his up-until-now neglected weapons and armor. He didn’t have a use for it right now, but he felt the need to get back into old habits, try to clear his head from all the strangeness that had been happening recently. It was late in the night when he eventually clambered into bed, his pounding head making it a little difficult to get to sleep, but passing out after some tossing and turning.

The old bed creaks and groans as the night wears on, Ike slumbering on deeply even as his weight steadily climbs. His entire body thickens up, then starts to pudge out; any trace of muscle on his body glossed over with a heaping amount of fat. Arms bulge now with fat rather than the muscles that so many had admired him for, meaty pecs squishing into one another as he rolls onto his side in his sleep. His face rounds out, double chin and chubby cheeks softening his normally stoic face. His toned ass spreads out in back of him, thick and chunky, his thighs following suit -- tearing through the already worn seams of his pants, absolutely wrecking the garment. What had simply looked like a slightly overindulged gut earlier in the day bloated out drastically, belly bulging out doughily and really testing the limits of the bed’s frame. What had once been easily passed off as just a little chubby could now only be described as blatantly fat; heavy rolls and curves of plush belly and love handles taking up as much space as they damn well pleased.

Ike’s bolstering weight wasn’t the only massive change taking place, though.

Scowling in his sleep, Ike grunts as the pain in his head reaches a peak -- two, sturdy-looking nubs pushing out at his temples. They continue to push out, growing longer and thicker as they curve out slightly. Pristine white horns take form, sharply pointed at their ends and several feet in length. A tail is next to come in, snaking out from his tail bone and flopping lazily on the round cheeks of his ass. The ears are next; his normal, rounded ones elongating until they round out slightly to achieve that bovine shape. Chubby fingers and toes grow stiff, darkening to look almost like hooves. Snorting, his face starts to change as well; broadening out into the wide muzzle of a cow, a golden bull’s nose ring appearing in place as well. A short layer of stiff fur starts to grow in, too, a pale shade of blue with darker splotches and spots the same hue as his hair.

Ears flicking as sun hits his face, Ike is further stirred by the gentle but insistent tug of the ring planted through his wide nose. He grunts and snorts at the new sensation, rolling about in the straining bed until he manages to get his feet under himself. He huffs and puffs at the amount of energy it took to simply right himself and sit up, thick fingers scratching lazily at his protruding gut. Blue eyes blink dully at the old farmer from down the rode looping a lead through the ring at his nose, smacking him on the flank -- causing the tightly packed blubber of his thigh to wobble from the action -- and tug again to get the nose ring in order to get the huge bull-man to move.

“C’mon now, boy, can’t leave the cows to themselves for too long,” the farmer chides, leading the still sleep-addled Ike out of the cottage and to the vibrant field. Floorboards creak as Ike staggers through the abode, his incredibly wide frame just knocking into furniture and just managing to squeeze out through the door.

Ike tries to mumble out a question, but his mind felt so slow and hazy, and all that came out of his mouth was a deep, low bellow.

Some part of him feels like he should be alarmed by all of this, but the majority of his fuzzy brain just tells him that this is always how it’s been. He’s always lived here on this farm, protecting the herd and making sure that the cows’ milk never goes to waste. After all, someone has to drink it when there are no calves around, and the herd is so productive that there’s always so much leftover after the farmer sells what he can.

As soon as they were in the field -- which is once again fully fenced in, unlike how it had been just the other day -- Ike was let off the rope lead. The old farmer shoved something sweet and chewy into the bull-hybrid’s mouth, keeping him occupied as the man circled around him, getting a good look at all the changes that had finally kicked in. “Took long enough,” the man muttered to himself, rough hands grabbing at the flabby belly in front of him, giving the sides of it a good squeeze before hefting it up and letting it drop, wobbling thunderously. “Not a bad start, but a happy bull is a fat bull in my book, and you could do with a bit more happy. Nothin’ to worry about, though. You look after the cows, and they’ll take care of their stud -- besides, my wife’s raised enough cattle in her day to know just how to get meat on their bones.”

The man pats Ike’s furry stomach, chuckling at the way the soft flesh indents with the action, before leaving him to his own devices in the field. Ike stands there for a moment, trying to puzzle everything out, tail swishing behind him as his thoughts turn over in his head laboriously. He’s brought out of his slow train of thought by the welcoming moos of the herd, the cows excited to have a bull they could dote on. They compliment his wicked looking horns, and cute ears. Hemming and hawing about how he’s so small, and that they’ll have to get him looking like a real bull right away! They pet his fur, and brush up against him; meaty sides squishing into his own. Lowing and mooing softly among each other, they laugh as they coax the dazed male into laying down in the sun-warmed grass. Stiff fingers run through his hair, while others massage at his broad shoulders or press testingly into the plush rolls of fat on his midsection.

Ike rallies his scattered brain, and tries to ask the bunch of bovine-people what’s going on, but all that comes out is a bewildered moo -- which is rather quickly muffled by the massive swell of boobflesh and thick nipple being shoved into his open muzzle, one of the cows giggling as he struggles for a moment against the abrupt flow of heavy, sweet milk flooding his mouth. Ike snorts loudly, trying not to choke as he swallows down as much of the warm milk as he can, dribbles leaking from the corners of his mouth at the sheer volume. With the pleasant warmth of the sun on him, the idle chatter and touch of the cows around him and the steadily growing weight of his gut from the milk he’s suckling down, Ike easily slips into a lazy daze of repetitive actions.

Breathe deeply, swallow. Lick and suck until the breast smooshed against his broad muzzle is pulled away and replaced by another overflowing teat. His eyes drift shut not long in to the routine, large ears flicking at the occasional noise that is not from one of his cows. He slowly drinks his way through the herd, earning pleasured sounds from the overburdened dairy cows as their milk is drained, one after another, into Ike’s fat belly.

His stomach only seems to get fatter as they urge him to keep drinking from them, first bloating up from simply filling up with the warm cream, but then visibly pudging out further as more and more was forced into his overfilled middle. Even reclined, the mass of it started to overtake his lap; short fur thinning out as it bulged further and further out, pink skin becoming visible underneath in small patches like stretchmarks. The cows mooed softly, encouraging, rubbing and squishing at the growing expanse of bull flesh as the day wore on.

Not quite sleeping but far from aware, Ike even got in on fondling himself as he drank and grew fatter. Fat fingers grabbed at his thick sides, a moaning moo bubbling up around the milky tit he was sucking on as he felt the sheer size and heft of himself. Stubby digits dug in to doughy sides and love handles, still powerful arms giving his entire middle a shake -- hearing the weighty slosh of frothy cream in his stomach as his blubbery gut wobbled and shook.

It felt so damn good! Ike could recall anything that had ever felt as good as this, even if he couldn’t really think very clearly on anything but the next milk tap to get his muzzle around. He’d stay in the field all day with his dairy cows, if he could, but nighttime meant that the farmer came back to herd them all into the barn for the night. It took quite some time for Ike to stir, and even longer for the old man to get the milk drunk bull up onto his feet and shifting his fat ass into gear. His content lull was almost broken when Ike felt the tug at his nose ring again, but the promise of a warm bed and a filling meal from the farmer’s wife got him lumbering into step with the rest of the fat cows.

This surely was the sort of life to look forward to.

#male weight gain #male wg #chubby!ike #cow transformation #cow tf #bull transformation #bull tf #WHEW IM SORRY I'VE BEEN SILENT HERE #foolish me thought i'd have time & energy after moving #lmao no #b u t #i really wanted to get this one out soon #even if it sort of reads like a fever dream #my inbox is always open!#i'm just a slow bastard most of the time #but especially now because i'm trying to handle a lot of fun shit like health insurance & taxes #*winks at the camera*#i hope this was still worth the wait & an enjoyable read!

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stuffedtight · 4 years

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Stealing Seconds

Thought I’d get back into the lab and write something up! I kinda want to be more active in this lil community!!! Even though I’m such a big fe head I haven’t played some of the old games so I’ve been playing Sacred Stones on my WiiU! After Sacred Stones I wanna play the Blazing Blade so expect stuff of those characters! I’ve fell in love with sum boys and wanted to write about Colm! Feel free to send in asks about old and new characters and maybe I’ll get around to it? (Sorry for this being so long!!💖) (Also I haven’t finished the game so I don’t know the endings so I guess this is like an au?)

-[ As the clock struck 1, Colm let a sigh of relief come over him, as he knew his castle watching shift is over, and can finally enjoy his lunch with his best friend, Niemi. Colm had seemed to be looking forward to his meals more and more. On top of this, he’s never been known to train. He has a bit of a dad bod thing going on. A bit of chub, but it’s just something to work off, right?

“Colm!” Niemi called, waving her hand up to get his attention. Colm couldn’t help but smile when he saw her. “What’s up, Niemi?” Colm said in a warm tone, a side he doesn’t really expose to anyone but her. He constantly needs to know if Niemi’s in any trouble, but can also get her into trouble with his own schemes. Niemi talked about her shift as they walked to the cafeteria.

Colm loved the smell of the cafe food. The food the cafe served was, to be blunt, fattening. Niemi knew that was the cause of her friend’s weight gain, but she wouldn’t comment on it. She insisted that she make him his own lunches, as she does her herself, but he refused. He gives into his craving to easily and can’t resist a greasy slice of pizza or a juicy burger.

Niemi followed Colm to the cafeteria, as he leaned his arms against the counter and exposed his rather plump behind in his tight trousers unknowlingly to his friend, distracted more by the food. Of course, Niemi tried not to stare at it, but she had to sneak in a few glances. She’s been crushing hard on Colm since they were little. Today, Colm would be served chicken breast. His favorite, despite being more of a fatty, greasy mess. Of course, he asked for extra and recieved a whole nother breast and extra fries. He payed and sat with Niemi.

She couldn’t help but stare at Colm as he devoured his into his belly. “Niemi?” “Y-Yeah!” She got caught, but Colm didn’t seem to care. He kept eating and Niemi slowly dug into her lunch. After the meal, Colm was definetly full. He snuck a hand onto his now expanded belly, but would be too embarrased to give himself a rub. Niemi stood up, and now done with work, they had the day to themselves. Colm let out a hand to Niemi for her too help him up with a smirk. Niemi grabbed his hand, and with a grunt from Colm, got him on two. Now, with his big lunch, you can see his round belly bulge through his shirt. Niemi, not knowing what came over her, started to tease him. “I guess you liked it, Colm?” She giggled. “Whatever...” Colm said, embarrased, as he put his hands over his head. However, doing this, he revealed his under belly and blue happy trail.

Niemi couldn’t contain herself, and had to touch that belly. She reached out to touch and snuck a little rub in before Colm swiftly put her hand away with a “Hey!” She laughed it off but she felt silly. What she didn’t know is that Colm secretly loved the feel of her soft hand on his taut tummy.

Niemi and Colm spent the rest of the day as they normally, playing games, talking about memories, and even a walk out to the market. When dinner rolled around, Colm exclaimed how hungry he was with a pat of his belly. Niemi said he should have a much lighter meal, and grudgingly, Colm agreed. He didn’t want to say no but he did to avoid a crying Niemi. Colm ate one of her meals, and eventually came the night.

Niemi and Colm’s room was an admittally small room, more of a small apartment, with two beds. Sometimes, Niemi daydreams of their room only having one, forcing them to share a bed. Colm undid his belt, looking down at how much his belly had actually grown. And when Niemi wasn’t looking, checked himself out in the mirror and even looked at his ass. He’d definelty grown, and could even see his butt through his usually oversized boxers, now tightly constrained down to his plump thighs, which were usually skinny sticks. He didn’t show any expression on his weight gain, but inside, he kinda liked it. He liked filling his belly with food and having it rubbed and cared for. He liked his new fat ass and how it had the slightest jiggle when he walked, and now his butt pushes out his trousers.

Niemi was in her bed, in much more classy pajamas compared to Colm’s tight boxers. Niemi took quick glances to see Colm’s belly and even his butt when he bent down to grab something. Still, Niemi knew she had to sleep soon, or else she’ll be kept up all night by Colm’s snores. Eventually, she found herself peacefully dreaming.

Untill she was woken up. She was being shaken by Colm. A drozy Niemi responded, “Colm, what time is it?” “I don’t know but I’m sooo hungry.” Colm said, almost whining. His stomach let out a growl. He was a little embarrased. “See? Hear him?” Niemi thought his antics were cute, and didn’t know he was one for midnight snacks. “So?” “So, Niemi, I’m gonna go steal some food from the cafe! Can you come with me?” Niemi knew Colm had always had a habit of stealing, but she would never confront him about it, fearful of an argument, and would let him do as he please. But if Colm got a lot more fat, perhaps he wouldn’t be able to do some sneaking around. She let out a sigh. “Sure, Colm.” They didn’t bother to change clothes, Neimi in her cutesy pjs, and Colm in nothing but his boxers.

Their pantry raid was successful, to say the least. Colm managed to steal fries, chicken wings, pizza, and even a few drinks to bring back. However, their trip was cut short when a flashing light of a gaurd shined upon them. Colm, quickly covering his crotch, wanting to hide his now blown up body, then went back into theif mode, got his loot, and ran with Niemi. They managed to lose the gaurd and safely get back to their room. Colm out of breath, bent down and put his hands on his knees. Niemi even did a little bit of scolding about how dangerous that was. “I know, Niemi, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t put you in any more dangerous stuff like that.” “You too, Colm! We could’ve been kicked out!” “Your right. I promise.”

With that out of the way, Colm dug into his findings. The food already warm, he dug into the chicken wings first. There were about 8 of them and he douvred them. He loved the crunch and the juicy meat inside of them. He took his first bite with a loud “Mhmmmm”. As Niemi and Colm sat on his bed, he dug into the fries and the 3 slices of pizza he managed to grab. The silence of the room with Niemi looking Colm up and down as he filled his belly with food, went away as Colm let out a loud blech. He held his belly with a hand as he let out the pressure of his belly. He let out a short “Excuse me” before he began eating again.

Colm finished his meal with burps and regret. He stuffed all that food inside his poor belly, left with the view of him in his boxers. He rubbed the crumbs of his mouth. “Well, I hope you enjoyed this little midnight ‘snack’, but I seriously need some sleep. But I’ll admit...it was a little fun.” Niemi said. Before Colm began speaking he burped. “Ah, excuse me. It was, but I’m sort of regretting it.” They chatted as they both got into their beds. Colm, laying on his back, could see the shape of his packed belly through his blanket. He gave his belly a rub, feeling the tightness of it, compared to the soft dough of his empty belly. He let out another loud burp. Then, through the pain of his stuffing, put his arm over his head, and not believing what he was about to say.

“Niemi?” “Yeah?” He was interrupted with a small burp. “Could you, uh, maybe, r-rub my belly.” Niemi smiled at the idea. Colm looked over to see her reaction and let out a nervous laugh as he saw her smile. Niemi got up, and went into his bed, and slid her hand under the sheets to his belly. Colm let out moans and groans as he layed there. They could hear his stomach growl in protest. “Settle down, buddy.” Colm said. Niemi didn’t know Colm was a tummy talker. “He’s not to happy with me.” He said, facing down to her. “Haha, I can tell.” Niemi laughed. Through the slight awkwardness and Colm’s discomfort of his full stomach, they enjoyed their intimate moment. After about 10 minutes of Colm letting out burps, he leaned over to Niemi’s forehead and gave her a kiss. “Thanks.”

She was too flustered to say anything. But she didn’t need to. She laid there on his slightly chubby pec and cuddled. In the morning, Niemi was met with more love for Colm and Colm was met with new pounds of fat and a struggle to reach his pants over his butt, a result of his greed from his night before.

#i think i might do some modern fe characters next #or gerik because im obbessed with him #also most of my fics will be mlm im just doing them bc there cute #god my tags are so long #also if anyone wants to be friends my dms are open 🥺#fat emblem #feeder emblem #weight gain #stuffing #colm #neimi #fe8 #fic #oh and dont be afraid to send in asks #idk if ill do a lot of requests bc im picky but send them anyways

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voidingintotheshout · 4 years

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Feed Bag (Chub-o-Ween Prompt 6-4-1)

Feed Bag, 2020.10.06

Prompt: 6-4-1: A Horror Movie Villain (6) in a Fairytale Setting (4), Making a Guy Gain 10 Pounds (1).

Cookies. It had all started with cookies. Anything to get my blood sugar up after his feeding. After all, I was his little feed bag.

We met at a local pub, out in the wildlands on the edges of The Kingdom, a couple of months ago, when I was about ten pounds leaner. He was smoldering, dangerous. We fooled around a little bit, usually after he had been very generous with the alcohol after meeting for libations. It was after the second meeting when I invited him into my place that it started happening.

I thought I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming! I could’ve sworn though, that while I was half-asleep my boyfriend grew some fangs and started to draw blood.

It was a couple of weeks in when I started to be aware enough that I woke up in the middle of one of his feedings and he admitted it! “That’s the thing babe. I’m never going to drain so much of your blood that I’m going to kill you. You’re not gonna turn into a vampire like me, not unless you want to.“ He said smirking. “I just need to feed. It’s just the nature of this curse. What do you get out of this? A hot, well-to-do generous boyfriend who will, of course, get you anything you want as a way to get your strength up after one of my little feedings. I promise they won’t be too often.“

What can I say? I was having a dry spell. Very soon he was taking me out to the kinds of restaurants that I would never be able to afford on my own and he would order me anything on the menu. Always a lot of food with iron in it, obviously, but otherwise I could have anything I wanted. He never ate anything but I rationalized this because he had fed on me earlier so he obviously had already eaten.

Over time, I started to develop what he would call my “blood belly.“ The softer I got, the more turned on he was. He said it made my blood taste better. I don’t know, I just liked being pampered. I could just sit around, being lazy and eating whatever I wanted and he was totally fine with that, as long as I made my blood available.

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I really don’t mind. I’ve only put on a couple of pounds at this point but the high-fat diet and the constantly reduced blood flow has made me pretty lethargic lately, so I mostly just sit in bed. It occurred to me last night that I should probably tell him to maybe cut out the feedings a little bit because I’m starting to feel really out of it but, whatever. He’s going to be bringing me some great stuff from The King’s personal chef in a little while and I wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful.

#Chub-o-ween #original fiction #short story #flash fiction #vampire #halloween story #feed bag #gainer fiction

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despair-tummy · 4 years

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some chub Mika.n and Gund.am for a trade

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Mikan was more than relieved when her shift at the hospital ended, she was terrified of running into someone she knew back from Hope’s Peak whenever she worked. It especially didn’t help that she tended to work when the hospital was at its busiest. It was her worst nightmare she would stumble into Hiyoko again after all these years, the dancer would surely subject her to an all too familiar round of bullying.

It wasn’t like Mikan intended for it to happen! She blamed all the budget cuts towards the hospital, which meant fewer staff, leading to herself and the others have to take on extra duties. Mikan originally wouldn’t have minded, she loved her job! She liked taking blood samples, x-rays, doing ultrasounds, CTs, and many other duties that came along with her job. Seeing as she was an ultimate she was a bit of a jack of all trades in her medical field, so it only seemed right she takes on the bulk of the duties (that and she was a pushover) to help through these hard times.

However, spending so much time on her feet and working long hours left little time for meal prep. She was simply too sore and tired to cook, so she often ate out or relied on frozen dinners... not to mention Mikan developed a habit of snacking on candy while at home. It was just easier to than preparing an actual meal! Not to mention the her coworkers and grateful patients would often bring in pizza and baked goods for the hospital staff. And with not knowing if you have enough time to microwave some leftovers because you could have to treat the victims of a car accident, you learned to eat when you can and fast.

But of course, the long term effects of a poor diet eventually started to show. Mikan had no idea how the other hospital staff managed to stay so skinny! Meanwhile, she had ballooned out like crazy. Oh, the world must hate her so for giving her such an awful metabolism! She was on her feet all day constantly running samples to the lab, shouldn’t that had burned off all the cupcakes and pizza she had at work?

Judging by her plump figure with a pair of thunder thighs that rubbed together uncontrollably with each step she took (hence why she started wearing leggings to avoid the infamous chub rub), a taut little tummy that especially liked to make its presence known after a big meal or junk food binge in the break room, and had resulted in a few ‘when are you due?’ from her coworkers and patients. The sleeves of her uniform felt so tight from how chunky her arms were, Mikan absolutely hated the idea of having to get a bigger uniform but they felt so uncomfortable. Then there was her face, that second chin was developing steadily and her cheeks had rounded out, making her resemble a hamster with cheeks stuffed to the brim with sunflower seeds.

“Oh, come on.” Mikan groaned, attempting and failing miserably at hailing down a taxi to return home. Of all the days she had to forget her bus pass it was when the weather forecast called for rain! “O-oh, excuse me! Over-“ she was cut off when the taxi she was trying to get zoomed passed her and straight through a puddle, drenching her in dirty rainwater. “here...” she finished all too late.

Her heart raced anxiously as she shivered, how was she going to get home? It was her day off tomorrow and she originally wanted to curl up in bed and take it easy. Mikan sniffled, blinking back tears. What she wouldn’t give for a hot bath right now, or better yet, be magically transported to a warmer place with a comfortable bed with plenty of fluffy blankets. But unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen, she was stuck in the cold rain trying to desperately get a taxi to notice her.

“Ah, wait!” Mikan cried out, deciding to run towards the car despite seeing one of the passenger doors shut, signalling it was occupied. “C-could we please share? I’m sorry I smell like a wet dog, bu-but I just want to go home! I-I’ll pay for both our fares and-“ She stopped, eyes wide as the passenger window rolled down. Oh no...

It wasn’t the infamous Hiyoko like Mikan feared she would run into one day, but that was only a step below the worst-case scenario, the passenger was still someone she went to school with. She could recognize that scarf and scar tattoo anywhere, it was the ultimate breeder, Gundam Tanaka.

“My, my, Mikan Tsumiki... the ultimate cleric of healing,” he spoke, his gaze locked onto her. “You wish to partake in a journey with me through these unforgiving realms?”

“I-if it’s not too much trouble.” Mikan twirled a choppy lock of hair around her finger anxiously. Sure Mikan always feared running into someone she knew since her weight gain, but staying out in the rain wasn’t an ideal either. And Gundam was never one of her bullies, so surely he wouldn’t point out what a blob she had become.

“Heh, but of course not! It is always an honour to travel with someone of your capabilities.” he grinned. “Now, enter this gateway through this cursed realm!”

Mikan nodded and immediately yanked the taxi door open so hard she nearly fell backwards. She wasted not a single second getting into the cab and out of the cold rain. It wasn’t until she shut the car door and buckled up did she finally get a good look at Gundam after all these years.

At first, his scarf concealed it, but the breeder was sporting a full-on double chin. But that wasn’t all, he took up a big chunk of the cab, leaving barely enough room for the portly nurse. Mikan was practically a twig compared to him. The cab driver up front had his seat as close to the wheel as possible to make room for just how large Gundam was. His gut sat comfortably on top of his pillar-like thighs, nearly obscuring them completely from her view. He was as wide as he was tall, wider even! An absolute blob of a man! Could he even walk?

“It’s been quite a few years, oh great healer,” Gundam said.

“Y-yeah, indeed it has.” Mikan tried not to stare.

“What quests have you been undertaking since our departure from the realm of knowledge?”

“I...been working at the hospital.”

“Working at such an advance castle! You must be quite proud of the healing abilities you possess, I must admit I am rather envious.”

A smile touched her face, even after all these years, she could still understand Gundam and his eccentric manner of speech enough to know he was praising her! Her insides became all warm and fuzzy at his words, it’s been so long since someone actually complimented her abilities as a nurse! Being in the medical field she felt often overworked and under-appreciated.

“Thank- ACHOO!” Mikan sneezed directly into her elbow.

“Hmph, it would appear the storm gods decided to curse you.” Gundam’s thin lips straighten as he unravelled his scarf and offered it to Mikan.

“I couldn’t possibly-“

“There is no need to fear, this garment will not hurt powerful beings such as you and I.” he reassured.

Mikan hesitated for a moment but in the end, accepted the scarf and wrapped it around her. Wow! She didn’t expect it to be so warm and soft!

“We must remove this curse immediately,” Gundam spoke, crossing his fat arms. “Gatekeeper of the realms, take us to the sanctuary immediately!” he ordered at the taxi driver, who remained completely unfazed by his orders. Mikan guessed Gundam took taxis a lot so he must be a known regular.

The drive wasn’t a long one, she guessed ten minutes at the most. The taxi parked in front of what looked like a restaurant establishment.

“Oh... I don’t have enough money on me to eat out and pay for a ride,” she confessed, originally she intended to do up some instant ramen when she got home. “ I’m so SO sorry!”

“I assure you, I have more than enough wealth,” he said, opening the door.

They both unbuckled and exited the car... well one of them did.

“Gundam, are you...” she trailed off, averting her eyes awkwardly.

“This but a mere part of my journey, nothing to dwell over.”

Mikan would beg to differ, but she kept her mouth shut as she tried not to watch Gundam struggle to get out of the taxi, his blubbery body kept him stuck tightly within the car door frame.

“Do...do you need any help?” she asked, feeling her cheeks turn red at the sight.

“Your concern is thoughtful but unneeded, I have faced this trial many times!” Gundam reassured with such confidence for someone who was trying to squirm their way out of a car.

Mikan just stood there and twiddled her thumbs awkwardly as Gundam struggled, she tried not to stare but she always found her eyes would end up lingering on him with every jiggle and bounce of his fatty frame. It was almost comical when he managed to finally get out, Mikan could have sworn she heard an almost cartoony pop, but she didn’t know if that was in real life or in her mind.

“Now, onward!” Gundam commanded and waddled on ahead with Mikan following from behind, trying her hardest not to stare at his massive rump that sagged behind him.

The inside of the building revealed it was an all-day breakfast buffet. Mikan’s mouth watered instantly at the sight of waffles, bacon, sausages, breakfast pastries, eggs and countless fruit varieties.

“Well, I accept all forms of power sources, this one I find I tend to desire the most,” Gundam said as they got a table to set their stuff down. “And it burns deeply with enough dragon fire to help you fully recover from your curse.”

“It is rather to-toasty in here.” Mikan took off Gundam’s scarf, carefully folding it and set it aside.

“Now, let us engage in supply our forms with the healing prophecies from this sanctuary of recovery!” Gundam announced, squeezing himself out of the booth and shuffling to the array of food.

The combination of sweet and savoury smells was hypnotic to Mikan, she lost interest in watching Gundam and wasted no time grabbing a plate and getting her food. Two fluffy blueberry pancakes, six rashers of crispy bacon, four juicy pork sausages and a bowl of fruit.

The irony was not lost on her, Mikan was a nurse. And when most people thought of doctors and nurses they were normally under the impression that they ate extremely healthy. But that was the furthermost from the truth, incredibly their diet consisted of takeout and instant meals. But Mikan supposed the only difference between her and them was an awful metabolism.

After getting a tall glass of orange juice, she returned to the booth. Hopefully, Gundam wouldn’t think she was gross for eating so much, but she had such a long day and-

Her eyes went wide as Gundam set not one, not two, but three plates on the table. One piled high with fried ham, sausages and bacon, another with a stack of buttermilk pancakes that towered high, and the last one dangerously close to overflowing with fried eggs. He drenched everything in a thick layer of butter and drowned it all in enough maple syrup to fill the ocean.

“Now,” he began as he unfolded the napkin to tie around his thick neck. “let the healing ritual begin!”

They both tucked into their meals, the food tasted just as good as it smelled, better even! It immediately warmed Mikan up both inside and out and have it not been for the sound of the downpour outside, she would have completely forgotten about the rain.

“So, um... what have you been up too after graduating?” Mikan asked as she chewed on a chunk of juicy honeydew. Figuring she should try and start a conversation with him.

“I have been expanding my empire of course!” he answered, licking the runny yolk off his lips. “With so many wild and dangerous beasts in the world, my job is far from over and will probably be eternal for as long as I am in this vessel.”

“Ah, glad to know you’re still t-taking good care of animals.” Mikan smiled. “I’ve known how much you care for them.” she nibbled on a piece of bacon. “M-maybe I should get a pet... it gets kinda lonely in my apartment.”

“Be warned, beast ownership is no small task!” he warned sternly.

“O-of course!” she stuttered. “I know it’s not a decision to take lightly! I uh, promise to really think about it and-“

“Please, crease your worrying.” Gundam interrupted. “I must apologize, tis a bit of a curse I have yet to control. I have seen many attempts the quest of taming these creatures but failed and I had to carry on their failed attempt. It is no easy task and required so much of my time and energy. I need to remember you are no mere mortal considering your ability.”

“A...apology accepted.” she gave a small smile.

“Speaking of your abilities, how is your life in this realm?” he asked through a mouthful of sticky syrup covered pancakes.

“I work at the hospital not too far from here,” she said. “we’re rather understaffed at the moment, so I’ve been busy. I don’t mind... kinda.” Mikan sipped her drink. “Umm... it’s just it doesn’t leave much time for anything else if I’m completely honest. I just go straight home after a shift.”

“Ha, I too understand your endless suffering,” he spoke. “We’re in Nemean lion season, I have been summoned to offer my power and influence to try and get through this challenge.”

Nemean lion? Weren’t those some kind of mythical creature? It took a moment to figure out what he was going on about, then it clicked. Gundam was taking about kitten season. The time when most kittens were born to unsprayed cats whether they were outdoor cats (which was a big no according to Gundam) or feral cats. Naturally, this meant a lot more resources being needed from shelters and whatnot.

“You must be busy too, I haven’t been able to cook in awhile unless it’s instant,” she spoke, idly dragging the chunk of blueberry pancakes she speared with her fork through a puddle of syrup. “Probably why I’ve gained weight.”

She said it without even thinking, at first she felt guilty. Gundam has gained so much more than her, would it make him self conscious? But when he chuckled she internally let out a sigh of relief.

“I too understand the circumstances your form is going through,” Gundam said. “I have found myself in a similar position as you.”

“Oh... I hardly notice.” Mikan lied.

“Mikan, you are many things,” he began. “a skilled healer, a dear companion who I regretfully lost contact with, but you were never a good liar.”

“Sorry!” she instinctively blurted out.

“Do not dwell on it, there is nothing worthy of begging for my forgiveness currently,” Gundam reassured. “I am content with my current form, you don’t need to fret so much.”

“Ah... thank you!” Mikan spoke. “Umm, if it means anything. I think you carry it well.”

Eep! Was it weird to say that?! Did it sound too forced? It was true though! Gundam just reminded her of one of those giant stuffed teddy bears at toy stores. He looked so soft just like one, and not to mention he probably felt like one too.

“You as well,” Gundam replied.

Her cheeks flushed a soft pink as she immediately shifted her gaze from Gundam to her plate. Did Gundam see her as one of those giant teddy bears too? She only hoped her blush would eventually fade. All these years and she still wasn’t used to compliments.

As soon as they are their fill and made a few trips back to the buffet, they were comfortably full. And not only that, the rain had stopped.

“It would appear the gods had let their grip on this realm go at long last,” Gundam spoke as they exited the restaurant.

“Yeah, it’s ni-nice and warm,” Mikan said, taking a moment to soak up the warm sunshine.

“Shall we find a gatekeeper and travel back to our kingdoms together?”

“Actually... my place isn’t too far from here.” Mikan began. “It’s not you! I promise! I-I just want to enjoy the sun after all this ra-“

“You don’t need to justify enjoying this enchanted moment if I had a sufficient amount of mana I would have too.” he smiled. “However, I lost contact with you once and I rather not have this be the last time fate has us cross paths. May I offer you a way to summon me?”

“You’re phone number? Sure... I... I would love to see you again.” she smiled as Gundam scribbled his phone number on a scrap of paper.

“I think you are worthy enough to see the newest descendants from the four dark devas of destruction’s family line,” he said.

“I would love to see them.”

“Indeed, perhaps you are worthy enough to take on the quest of owning one?”

Mikan’s eyes lit up. “You...you want to give me one of them?”

“Only if I and the latest generations of the four dark devas think so!” Gundam stated. “It would involve a long series of riddles and gazing into the deepest depths of your mind to see if you are truly ready for such a task.”

“I’m free tomorrow if that works?”

“And the stars perfectly aline.” he grinned, handing her a scrap of paper with his number written down.

“May-maybe we could grab a coffee and work out the details?”

“Very well then, I accept your offer!” Gundam grinned before finally managing to get a taxi. “I look forward to it and any other future endeavours!” he called as the car drove off.

Mikan couldn’t help but smile as she looked down at the paper in her pudgy fingers. She got a number, she actually got a number and something to do on her day off! Her grin grew as she began the walk to her apartment, basking in the warm sunlight.

#stuffed ronpa #fat kink #weight gain kink #my fics

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