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AHHHH THANK YOU!!! this is lovely! id for sure want to spend my birthday having a feast with Claude~ and again tysm!!!

A Feast of Heroes

Titile taken from the CYL “Hear From the Heroes” with Claude. 

This is also a really late birthday gift to @stuffedtight … Hope you enjoy it despite the lateness,,,

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Claude lets out a frown as he touches the slight expanse of his tummy. His body jiggles as his wyvern continues to fly. Unused to the extra bit of weight, always thin, the sensation of his body jiggling is foreign to him. Grimacing, Claude keeps a tight grip on the reins as he glances down. A slight bit of heft to his stomach, his hand pushes the pudge down with some extra pressure. His wyvern as trustworthy as ever, Claude disobeys any sense of safety as he feels himself all over. His roaming hands grope his arms, his powerful biceps from drawing his bow now sporting a heaping of fat to encase them. Still able to feel his muscles, he mostly gets fat. However, his overly poofy sleeves cover up the pudge on his arms. Pressing a hand to his chest, the same issue occurs. His hand feels the fat. His respectably broad chest no longer defined, a generous portion of flab makes its home there. Two budding moobs resting there now, they jiggle during the flight, Claude cursing to himself. Resting a hand on his thigh, the expansive body part has a lot more surface area now, his hand no longer taking up most of the space. Claude ignores the way his thighs squish further into his wyvern. Sitting on his rump, Claude gives it a slight poke, but not before checking for any other possible flyers that might spot him. His butt rounder than before, it is affected by his weight gain just as the rest of his body. It shakes under his prodding poke. Groaning to himself, Claude shifts his hand to his stomach. His belt is still tied around him, but it’s a bit looser. The once flat stomach suffering the most from his extra poundage, his flab protrudes outward. Sporting extra curves, a budding love handle and a sagging gut the two most prominent ones, Claude rests a hand under his tummy. He clears his throat as he finds himself able to lift his stomach, unable to ever do so before from having a thin body. No mirror around, Claude doesn’t try to think about how round his face is.

“Maybe building trust isn’t worth my waistline…” Claude comments with a sigh. So dead set on testing the trustworthiness of other summoned heroes, he had paid zero attention to his growing waistline. Good wine, good food, good company, the enjoyment of a feast was too tempting of an offer to pass up, even with him being the one to offer.

Struggling a bit with his clothes earlier in the day, Claude had begun to run late for his meet up with the summoner. A myriad of heroes in the order, Claude found none of them to be as mysterious as Kiran, Kiran hailing from an entirely different world. While Claude scoffed at the notion of placing immediate trust in someone, Kiran simply rebutted. Doing some digging, Claude had been unable to find a sliver of a trace, even Prince Alphonse or Princess Sharena unable to provide much information. Commander Anna was the same, the only information she was able to give being that she had brought Kiran to Askr with Briedablik, Briedablik choosing Kiran. Said info over a good meal yesterday, Claude sighs as he rests a hand on his gut. It grumbles from the touch, already hungry despite the early morning.

Claude breaks out of his thoughts as his wyvern screeches at him, his wyvern spotting a clearing in the garden. Immediately landing, the landing is perfect, his wyvern stopping at just the right time despite diving down. Stepping off, Claude gives his wyvern a pat on the head. His wyvern leans into the embrace before complaining, tired from the extra weight of its passenger. “Sorry about that pal,” Giving another pat, he heads off.

Kiran seated on a bench, they leave a bookmark before closing their book. Resting the heavy item in their lap, they have a smile plastered on their face as they glance up at Claude. “Right on time,”

“On time for what?” Claude scratches the back of his head. Normally unwilling to meet with someone without confirming what the plan was, Kiran had left before Claude could say something. And while Kiran hardly acted like a superior, Kiran kind and understanding with each and every hero, Claude wasn’t ready to cause any issues with Kiran. Simply wishing to spend time with Kiran is only secondary to his reason.

“Just breakfast,” Kiran replies, standing up from the bench with a spring in their step. “You were going on last week about how feasts help with getting to know others,” Kiran smiles, a grin worming their way onto their face.

“Yes, it helps-”

“And you’ve been building a lot of trust lately,” Kiran rests a hand on Claude’s stomach. The bit of flab caves in on his touch, his stomach squishing under the warmth of Kiran’s hand. Claude fights back a blush. “I might have. All in good reasoning though,” Claude shifts  a bit, pulling the collar line of his vest. “But yeah, there’s just so many heroes with interesting tales. Like that mercenary, Gerik. He sure can put it all away too,” Kiran’s hand still on his tum, Claude forcibly tries to not think about it, instead staring at Kiran’s smug face.

“Not as much as you, I bet,” A hand drifting up, they latch onto Claude’s arms and squeeze them. “Your outfit can’t hide as much as you think,”

Claude clears his throat, smiling at Kiran as they stare at his face. Kiran’s eyes entranced, Claude tries to not think about how Kiran must be staring at the extra roundness of his face, or his slight double chin. Taking a deep breath, his slightly distended gut filling with air, Claude grins to himself, deflecting always a good tactic.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you might actually be enjoying my size,” Claude’s eyes momentarily widen, realizing his blunder for admitting to his extra heft. Though the error is gone in an instant, Claude’s grin drawn back on. “Not that I’ve gained any weight, mind you,”

Kiran simply nods at Claude, their eyes seemingly shining. “I have no shame in preferring men with some meat them,” Kiran grabs Claude’s hand, the warm round digits holding onto their fingers. “So, why don’t we have a feast? You feast, I watch. And maybe you’ll get to learn a few things about me,” Grinning at Claude, Kiran holds back a budding purr as Claude simply blinks at them.

“You… do? Hypothetically, of course,”

“Maybe I do.” Claude’s hand still in their own, Kiran leads the way. “Have a feast with me and maybe you’ll find out,” Kiran jokes. They laugh as Claude hums, Claude following along without a complaint.

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Ayy happy birthday!! Hope you have a great day today!!

ty!!!

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its offically my birthday! sorry for being kinda inactive...honestly i have a bunch of drafts started but need to finish them! your guys’ requests are amazing! i promise they’ll all come out at some point. ❤️

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Fatboy {S}othe from R/adi/ant D/awn. my first ever WG piece! I hope I did well!

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if you’re still taking for the numbers meme, can we have sylvain w/ 5? 👉👈 any ship/context is fine! I just need that boy to Eat

Sylvain enjoyed every second of his summer vacation in Askr. He would take deep breathes in of the fresh and warm air of the beach. He took sips of his ice cold drink has girls stared at his glistening abs under their sunglasses. Some of the women even would lay their towels next to him and pamper the boy with treats and other foods, even feeding it to him sometimes as he lazily leaned and enjoyed the food.

However, these indulgent feedings let to his demise, as not nearly as many women felt the need to stare at his belly now. The issue was, he’d gained weight. A lot of it. He tried to wear a swim shirt to hide his new fat, but he couldn’t quite get the tight texture to reach over his gut. However, despite reconizing his weight gain, he still couldn’t resist the sand and the waves of the beach.

The red-haired flirt had become quite the beach bum. Instead of swimming, he prefered a towel under an umbrella, protecting him the sun, and plenty of icepops and sodas to keep him cool. He practically sat around and waited for the food, which came by everyday from his friends. His eyebrows perked up as he heard his friend Felix call him over for food.

“C’mon, bum, get over here!” Felix called over. He had the ideal beach body, his abs were chiseled and clean comapared to Slyvain’s fat belly and rather messy body. He grunted as he managed to stand up. Standing up next to Felix, their size difference was much more apparant. The flirt was much bigger, in height and width. His belly hanged out miles further when side to side with Felix. Felix gave Slyvain’s lower back a slap, inching close to his ass, which was practically see-through in his swimsuit. “Help yourself,” Felix smirked at his friend, and walked off, leaving the bigger boy to find his food.

Sylvain’s mouth drooled as he looked on at the food. Burgers, hot dogs, watermelon, you name it. He eyed the tables and grabbed two burgers, a hot dog, a slice of watermelon, three peices of fried chicken, two cookies, a cupcake, and a whole handful of ice pops. People looked on as he greedily took generous amounts of foods to return to his towel like a theif. It was enough to feed a family!

He slowly huffed down to his towel, and began his feast. He first started with one of his burgers. He dug his teeth into it, savoring the juice oozing out of the patty and the melted cheese. He devoured it in just a few bites. Moving on, Sylvain digs into his desert early and bites into his chocolate chip cookie, which has already melted a bit due to the heat of the sun, just the way he likes it. He chomps it down, the cookie melting out, he lets out an audible “Mhmmm.” in pleasure.

Sylvain continued his meal; digging into his long hotdog, his crispy chicken, his watermelon, which let trails of juice down his mouth and to his belly. Before he can dig into the rest of his desserts, the boy feels the food start traveling to his stomach and digesting. Almost as if he just dropped there. His stomach lets out a fercious growl in disaproval, leading Sylvain to let out a mighty burp. His cheeks turn almost as red as his hair as he puts a hand on his belly.

As attention fades away from the boy, it doesn’t seem like he’s learned his lesson, because he begins to scarf down the rest of his meal. His belly feels heavy, as he tilts over to grab a cupcake.

Quickly after Sylvain’s gorge, he already feels the consquence of his stuffing. He leans back onto his towel on his back, letting his massive belly stick out to everyone. He lets his gentle hand stoke up and down his abdomen, feeling how much bigger and tighter it’s become after packing it with food. He looks worried as he sees Felix walk over.

“Ah, I see the hog’s done with his feast, huh?” Felix teases. Sylvain lets out a loud moan in pain. Felix smirks and gives his large gut a kick, sending the food the boy is digesting into a frenzy. Because of this, Sylvain lets out a burp, so loud it practically told the whole beach how full he was. He lets out another moan. “Felix, easy....please?” Sylvain pouts. “Alright, alright.” Felix sets down next to his big friend and gives his belly a good pat. Sylvain lets out one more moan as he rubs his own belly hoping to end the pain, just a little.

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Patreon request! thanks so much for the support~ 

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is bronz good to take naps on

Indeed he is. Bronz is a big Dragon with one very soft plushy underbelly, which his friends seem to like a lot too...

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Some stuffed belly Ira (All Saints Street). I’d love to draw this boy some more if I come up with some ideas. :)

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1, 13 which leads to 12. Shiro has been taste testing for Asugi a lot and Asugi loves the effects it’s having.

Shiro wiped the sweat of his forehead after he sliced his training dummy’s head off with his lance. His training session was over, but he wouldn’t be satisfied if he kept his unfournate subject alive. He took a few deep breaths and leaned back on the fence around the training area. His training had been getting so much harder than before. Before, he hadn’t been piling on pounds and been forced to wobble around with his body in combat.

Leaning on the fence, Shiro gazed down at his bod. His round moobs and belly which made perfect spheres blocked his gaze from his feet. That’s how he knew his “bulking” had spiralled out of control. He believed he knew the mastermind behind his weight gain, his boyfriend, Asugi.

Asugi was a master baker, and apprantly not a bad cook either, showing that his meals have been rubbing off of him. Somehow, Asugi has always stayed a very skinny boy. He suspects that his cousin Midori made some kind of concontion to stop his weight gain from any of his bad habits. Still, Shiro wasn’t as lucky.

And it just so happens as the Hosidian heir was lost in thought about how he’d work his weight off, Asugi called for him. Shiro reluctently stood up from the fence and walked to the call. Asugi greeted him with a smirk. “How was training?” He asked.

Shiro ripped his shirt off and revealed his round belly. He was huge compared to Asugi. “I don’t know, see for yourself.” Shiro was still sweaty and it wasn’t his most flattering shirtless moment ever. Asugi poked his belly, chuckled and told him, “Well go take a shower buddy, we have a little family dinner today.”

Shiro sighed at the thought and rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder and gave a whiny pout. He didn’t get along with his family the best, not to mention Asugi, and wasn’t anticipating to be all prim and proper for his evening. Asugi patted Shiro’s soft cheek and reassured him. “I know, I don’t want to either. But we should really get out of the house. Plus, were bringing cookies.” Thinking of Asugi’s fresh-baked sugar cookies were a more welcoming thought. “Fine. But I’m using the outdoor shower!” Shiro shouted as he walked around to the back of their house, already ripping his pants off in the process. Asugi smiled as he saw his big boyfriend walk off his underwear.

The bigger Shiro came out of his shower wrapped in a white towel. It’s tight hold around the lower half of his body didn’t leave much to the imagination. His belly sat on top on the towel, leaving his upper half exposed. His fat ass bulged through and the shape of his large cheeks could be seen from behind, along with his jiggle. When he sat on a nearby bench to dry off in the sun, his fat thighs could be seen through the towel and spread his towel so far when he sat that anyone caught at an unfournate (or very fournate) angle could see what the towel tried to hide.

Shiro walked inside his house after drying himself and hair off extensively, as his boyfriend would always be cross with him if he got water in their house. He climbed up the stairs as Asugi called him to their room. The sweet ninja was lying on their bed and had clothes laid out on the other side where Shiro usually slept. “What’s up, babe?” Shiro said as he attempted to slip in bed beside him, before being pushed up by his belly from Asugi. “Nope. Not before you get dressed.” Shiro sighed, but reluctently began looking at his options.

He frowned as he looked at the dress shirts and pants. He already wasn’t looking forward to this dinner, but now he has to wear tight dress up clothes? If Asugi wasn’t going, this would be a dealbreaker. He wondered which pair of pants his butt would look better in, and before we could ask for Asugi’s opinion, he noticed an odd look on his face. “What’s the matter?” Shiro asked. “Well, don’t take any offense to this babe, but...I don’t know if you’ll be able to squeeze into those.” Asugi said. Shiro’s face blew up. A flustered Shiro nervously chucked back at his partner. “O-of course I can!”

Shiro took his new pair of boxes and ordered Asugi to close his eyes. He put his hands over his eyes, put of course, left a little peep to view his bigger boyfriend. He couldn’t help but become infatuiated with his body, wanting to tackle him to the ground and feel his massive stomach up and down and give it a good shake. Shiro, suspicious that he was beening looked at, turned around to hide his junk and showed off his massive ass. Asugi was a pretty submissive guy, but he’d do anything to see Shiro bend down to grab his pants, or bent down ready to take it from him.

“Alright, you can open your eyes, perv.” Shiro joked. Asugi watched with excitement as Shiro bent down to pull up his pants. As his pants became tighter and tighter as they traveled up his thighs, he started to expect the worse and he didn’t know if they would survive past his behind. “Quit staring at me like that!” Shiro yelled. His pants didn’t make it. Only halfway, the fat from his ass pushed up and made his butt pop up at the top. He sighed. “I’m getting fat, babe.” Shiro said, frowning at the candy-loving boy to signal he needs help.

Asugi stood up and slowly enjoyed grabbing the back belt holes to drag the back of Shiro’s tight pants, slowly up his, soft, plush ass. As Asugi tugged, causing Shiro to jiggle with uncomfort, the pants eventually managed to squeeze on. Shiro looked down nervously at the button on his pants. They already looked streched out, exposing a bit of his underwear, and he wasn’t looking forward to attempting to close it up.

He dug his buldge into his pants and tryed to pull the two parts together. He sucked in his belly as far as he could, which admitally wasn’t very far, but to Shiro’s surprise, he managed to lock it in place. “Nice!” Shiro exclamied. But his celebration was short lived, as his exclimation led to his belly popping back out, sending his pant button to pop and fly across their room.

Shiro sighed and layed down on the bed, Asugi swiftly joining him. “Nothing fits me, baby...” Shiro pouted. Asugi put a hand on Shiro’s round and fat belly in a circular motion. “Y’know, we don’t have to go. I’ll find some kind of excuse.” Shiro’s eyes lit up as he heard this. “A-and we can eat those cookies too?!” He said with excitement. “Yes, the cookies too.” Asugi chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his big boyfriend. Shiro then returned the favor by enwrapping him in a giant bear hug. Shiro’s round stomach pushed against Asugi’s flat body. Asugi, covered with Shiro’s fat, still enjoyed the cuddle and gave Shiro’s adomen a few pats before they enjoyed their night with a big meal and a few cookies.

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1, 13 which leads to 12. Shiro has been taste testing for Asugi a lot and Asugi loves the effects it’s having.

Shiro wiped the sweat of his forehead after he sliced his training dummy’s head off with his lance. His training session was over, but he wouldn’t be satisfied if he kept his unfournate subject alive. He took a few deep breaths and leaned back on the fence around the training area. His training had been getting so much harder than before. Before, he hadn’t been piling on pounds and been forced to wobble around with his body in combat.

Leaning on the fence, Shiro gazed down at his bod. His round moobs and belly which made perfect spheres blocked his gaze from his feet. That’s how he knew his “bulking” had spiralled out of control. He believed he knew the mastermind behind his weight gain, his boyfriend, Asugi.

Asugi was a master baker, and apprantly not a bad cook either, showing that his meals have been rubbing off of him. Somehow, Asugi has always stayed a very skinny boy. He suspects that his cousin Midori made some kind of concontion to stop his weight gain from any of his bad habits. Still, Shiro wasn’t as lucky.

And it just so happens as the Hosidian heir was lost in thought about how he’d work his weight off, Asugi called for him. Shiro reluctently stood up from the fence and walked to the call. Asugi greeted him with a smirk. “How was training?” He asked.

Shiro ripped his shirt off and revealed his round belly. He was huge compared to Asugi. “I don’t know, see for yourself.” Shiro was still sweaty and it wasn’t his most flattering shirtless moment ever. Asugi poked his belly, chuckled and told him, “Well go take a shower buddy, we have a little family dinner today.”

Shiro sighed at the thought and rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder and gave a whiny pout. He didn’t get along with his family the best, not to mention Asugi, and wasn’t anticipating to be all prim and proper for his evening. Asugi patted Shiro’s soft cheek and reassured him. “I know, I don’t want to either. But we should really get out of the house. Plus, were bringing cookies.” Thinking of Asugi’s fresh-baked sugar cookies were a more welcoming thought. “Fine. But I’m using the outdoor shower!” Shiro shouted as he walked around to the back of their house, already ripping his pants off in the process. Asugi smiled as he saw his big boyfriend walk off his underwear.

The bigger Shiro came out of his shower wrapped in a white towel. It’s tight hold around the lower half of his body didn’t leave much to the imagination. His belly sat on top on the towel, leaving his upper half exposed. His fat ass bulged through and the shape of his large cheeks could be seen from behind, along with his jiggle. When he sat on a nearby bench to dry off in the sun, his fat thighs could be seen through the towel and spread his towel so far when he sat that anyone caught at an unfournate (or very fournate) angle could see what the towel tried to hide.

Shiro walked inside his house after drying himself and hair off extensively, as his boyfriend would always be cross with him if he got water in their house. He climbed up the stairs as Asugi called him to their room. The sweet ninja was lying on their bed and had clothes laid out on the other side where Shiro usually slept. “What’s up, babe?” Shiro said as he attempted to slip in bed beside him, before being pushed up by his belly from Asugi. “Nope. Not before you get dressed.” Shiro sighed, but reluctently began looking at his options.

He frowned as he looked at the dress shirts and pants. He already wasn’t looking forward to this dinner, but now he has to wear tight dress up clothes? If Asugi wasn’t going, this would be a dealbreaker. He wondered which pair of pants his butt would look better in, and before we could ask for Asugi’s opinion, he noticed an odd look on his face. “What’s the matter?” Shiro asked. “Well, don’t take any offense to this babe, but...I don’t know if you’ll be able to squeeze into those.” Asugi said. Shiro’s face blew up. A flustered Shiro nervously chucked back at his partner. “O-of course I can!”

Shiro took his new pair of boxes and ordered Asugi to close his eyes. He put his hands over his eyes, put of course, left a little peep to view his bigger boyfriend. He couldn’t help but become infatuiated with his body, wanting to tackle him to the ground and feel his massive stomach up and down and give it a good shake. Shiro, suspicious that he was beening looked at, turned around to hide his junk and showed off his massive ass. Asugi was a pretty submissive guy, but he’d do anything to see Shiro bend down to grab his pants, or bent down ready to take it from him.

“Alright, you can open your eyes, perv.” Shiro joked. Asugi watched with excitement as Shiro bent down to pull up his pants. As his pants became tighter and tighter as they traveled up his thighs, he started to expect the worse and he didn’t know if they would survive past his behind. “Quit staring at me like that!” Shiro yelled. His pants didn’t make it. Only halfway, the fat from his ass pushed up and made his butt pop up at the top. He sighed. “I’m getting fat, babe.” Shiro said, frowning at the candy-loving boy to signal he needs help.

Asugi stood up and slowly enjoyed grabbing the back belt holes to drag the back of Shiro’s tight pants, slowly up his, soft, plush ass. As Asugi tugged, causing Shiro to jiggle with uncomfort, the pants eventually managed to squeeze on. Shiro looked down nervously at the button on his pants. They already looked streched out, exposing a bit of his underwear, and he wasn’t looking forward to attempting to close it up.

He dug his buldge into his pants and tryed to pull the two parts together. He sucked in his belly as far as he could, which admitally wasn’t very far, but to Shiro’s surprise, he managed to lock it in place. “Nice!” Shiro exclamied. But his celebration was short lived, as his exclimation led to his belly popping back out, sending his pant button to pop and fly across their room.

Shiro sighed and layed down on the bed, Asugi swiftly joining him. “Nothing fits me, baby...” Shiro pouted. Asugi put a hand on Shiro’s round and fat belly in a circular motion. “Y’know, we don’t have to go. I’ll find some kind of excuse.” Shiro’s eyes lit up as he heard this. “A-and we can eat those cookies too?!” He said with excitement. “Yes, the cookies too.” Asugi chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his big boyfriend. Shiro then returned the favor by enwrapping him in a giant bear hug. Shiro’s round stomach pushed against Asugi’s flat body. Asugi, covered with Shiro’s fat, still enjoyed the cuddle and gave Shiro’s adomen a few pats before they enjoyed their night with a big meal and a few cookies.

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Ferdinand left the Empire after what happened to his family and when he found out about Hubert's off-the-book executions and assassinations. Even still, Dimitri doesn't trust him, so he keeps a close eye on him. But instead, he notices Ferd gradually getting fatter. One day, he sees Ferd pop a button after eating and it's just too much. Dimitri decides to bring Ferd to his room, forcefeed him until he's ready to burst, then claim that plump Empire butt all for himself (NSFW Drabble)

Sooo, I had a lot of fun with this one ajdnshsms. It may have been just being able to write some simple chub stuff or also just finally getting to write on my laptop but here ya go!

I'm really proud of how this one came out so I hope you enjoy it!!

All smut will be tagged #risque

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Strands of golden hair mar Dimitri’s face as his reflection stares back at him. His soft light blue irises of his reflection peer away from Dimitri, the edge of his eyes crinkling as he splashes some more cold water on his face. Nearly deigning the thought of waterboarding himself, the thought tumbles out of his disoriented brain as another crazed and ridiculous scene takes hold of his imagination.

Long rich orange lock cascading down, the seamlessly flawless hair swishes behind its owner as they delicately step forward. Cape forgone, the once well-tailored coat now seems far too tight. The hint of a curvaceous ass bounces under the tight oppression of the mid-knee length coat, each movement and ripple only tempting Dimitri. A dark blue belt embroidered with gold, the obvious intent upon the outfit’s inception had been to elongate and slim its wearer. Now, it only does the opposite, their bulging midsection forced into two, the soft warm pudge from his upper abdomen and lower abdomen squishing to conceal most of the belt altogether. The puff of his enlarged chest makes the opening of his coat seem larger, bulging out further to give it depth. His red cravat rests on top of his chest, as if puffing his chest out. The outline of his adipose filled body rests under it, his arms making the sleeves bulge as well. New folds and wrinkles on his clothes where there once was none, the extra weight the clear culprit, its owner seems unbothered, no upsize or let out seams done to it. Armor unneeded, their blue pants constrict and hold back his squished, compressed legs, overhanging folds of flab visible. The figure turns to Dimitri, Ferdinand smiling and waving at him. Their filled out face only adds to their idiotic charm, their bright eyes and smile illuminating the cold darkness further. A sea of blue washes them away quickly enough.

Grunting, Dimitri’s soaking face heaves. Gripping the edge of the sink, his knuckles turn white, the delicate porcelain emitting a dangerous sharp crack before he lets go. Coughing, Dimitri yanks the nearest towel. Roughly blotting his drenched face, the low sting of the fabric scratching at his face is unnoticeable, the rise and fall of his chest more important. Rising to his full height, Dimitri shifts his efforts on drying his hair. Thin strands eventually fall back into place as they dry, Dimitri tossing the towel away. Taking a deep breath, he exhales, his broad shoulders sagging.

His stomach grumbling, Dimitri heads to the dining room. No sense of taste or smell really left, grabbing something to munch on then leave, sounds ideal.

Finding Ferdinand seated, the idea suddenly feels far less than ideal. The notion of slinking away unnoticed poofs away as Ferdinand spots.

“Ah, Prince Dimitri. A pleasure to see you!” Ferdinand jovially calls from his seat before rising.

Dimitri hopes imagining the cool splash of water helps calm down the heat rushing to his face, Ferdinand’s plump figure just as ripe as his vivid imaginations. In fact, the realization of his own thoughts underselling Ferdinand's figure only makes the rising heat worse.

“Prince Dimitri, are you perhaps unwell?” A delicate yet chubby hand rests against Dimitri’s forehead.

“I’m not your prince, you needn’t worry about me,” Dimitri gently extricates Ferdinand’s hand from his forehead.

“Nonsense, I swore my absolute fealty to one deserving of it,” Ferdinand doesn’t catch the hint, wrapping his arm around Dimitri. “While I must admit, my father may have tarnished our name, I, Ferdinand Von Aegir swear that the name till holds some decency to it,” Pressing an open palm to his soft moobs, Ferdinand bows, his long flowing hair suffering the effects of gravity, the same as his stomach.

To most others, Ferdinand’s words of bravado would sound none other than those of a pathetic socialite wishing to worm their way into whichever upper echelon of society. But to everyone else, Ferdinand’s manner of bearing his entire heart on his sleeve is his charm, the overly enthusiastic noble meaning well.

Originally a part of the Black Eagles house, Ferdinand had quickly become a fixture of the Blue Lions after a few months of Byleth’s cajoling. Upon Edelgard’s declaration of war, he had left for Adestria upon Byleth’s disappearance only to quickly come back upon hearing news of their return. The reunion with his former classmates had been moderately well received, Mercedes and Ashe no strangers to kindness, until Dimitri’s sighting of Ferdinand had nearly left the former Adrestian noble with a spear in his abdomen. With Byleth’s insistence, Dimitri had tsked but ultimately skulked away, his dreadful lumbering footsteps etching their way into everyone’s mind.

Dimitri still partially not all quite there, he had thankfully resigned ignoring Ferdinand just the same as everyone else, a tense uneasy partnership occurring between Dimitri and everyone else. It hadn’t been until much later that Dimitri snapped out of it, slowly easing himself back into the human emotions that he had casted away. And upon gaining focus on his fellow members, Dimitri’s eyes found that removing focus from Ferdinand was proving to be rather challenging.

And while a part of it had to do with his infectious cheerful nature, the other part of his clearly had to do with Ferdinand’s body. Lithe muscle nowhere to be found, the initial realization of enjoying the view of Ferdinand’s heft had led to some confusion before that strayed to wondering how it must feel, so warm and soft.

Which made it increasingly harder for Dimitri to speak to Ferdinand.

“Thank you,” Dimitri clears his suddenly parched throat. “Ferdinand,” Even speaking his name brings a trickle of warmth in his chest, the thought of whispering it to him, the two huddled together, clothes strewn about as-

“Of course. Well, I’m sure you must be famished after our sparring session earlier, you nearly rushed out after we finished,” Hand encapsulating Dimitri’s Ferdinand leads him back to his table, half his plate left uneaten.

The servers immediately bringing, a plate to Dimitri, the serving of chicken with vegetables is barely a spoonful more than Ferdinand’s remnants. Only a couple of bites into the meal, Dimitri’s fork hangs still, midway to his mouth, upon the sound of a dull ping hitting the floor. Reflexively looking around, Dimitri spots the culprit. Careful to not keep his mouth agape, a button on Ferdinand’s coat had popped off, his vest showing.

Ferdinand’s eyes wide, his hands scramble to cover the mishap.

Unable to process anything else, Dimitri stands up and grabs Ferdinand’s hand. Leading him away, Ferdinand’s puffs of complaints and questions draw some attention from the few people littered around the monastery at this semi-late hour. Upon reaching his room, the two step in, Ferdinand highly confused as he stutters out half-baked apologies, too focused on trying to hide the noticeable gap in his coat from his popped button.

Dimitri absorbing the situation, he balks at himself for being so rash. To drag Ferdinand to his room, all for what? For the unlikely chance of something more. And the far more likely chance of making things impossibly awkward between the two. Yet glancing back at the other man, Dimitri finds his worries washing away, Ferdinand staring at him with a sudden shyness.

“I…” Dimitri clamps his mouth, the trapdoor of awkwardness closing and opening. “I think you’re handsome,” His eye shut tight, the ensuing silence drives him mad, the silence unable to be stabbed like most other things.

“You truly believe so?” Ferdinand’s eyes already misting at the edge, his amber eyes remain in tentative shock. He reaches a shaky hand downward. “Despite all this?” Grabbing his stomach, the pile of supple fat only seems larger so up close.

“Because of all this,” Gently laying a hand on Ferdinand’s love handle, Dimtri brings him closer. One arm wrapped around him, the tight embrace allows him to feel nearly every inch of Ferdinand, everything so soft. Leaning down, Dimitri holds up Ferdinand’s chin, his thumb gently rubbing the edge of his lips. With bated breath, his lips crash into Ferdinand’s. The excessive force makes him stumble, Dimitri’s rough hand on his lower back keeping him steady. Huffing, Dimitri pulls back. His face a red shade, the tint is nothing but a red ant to the sun in comparison to Ferdinand’s blazing face.

“I have something I need to prepare. Don’t leave,” Turning around, Dimitri stumbles back at the awkward exit. Professing his love only to leave. Turning back around, he grabs Ferdinand’s hand with his own once more. “Please,” Gently squeezing it, Ferdinand nods, his face not losing a single tint to his radiant red hue.

Slowly making his way back into the hall, the instant Dimitri feels he’s out of ears reach, he rushes. Taking long strides, he scares the poor merchants in the marketplace with his sudden appearance. Knowing the time, the leftover selection from the bakery’s goods for the day are surprisingly still abundant. Nearly reaching for enough money to buy the entire selection, he calms his overactive brain. Setting on a somewhat more reasonable selection, he instead purchases an entire cheesecake.

The cake in hand, it takes all his nerves of dropping the cake to not rush back. Not even having been gone for what can possibly be more than a few minutes, the fear of Ferdinand leaving keeps his pace quick, Dimitri finding himself back in front of his door in no time.

The door nearly slamming open, Ferdinand jumps up. His stomach sloshing about, he gingerly places a hand on it. His eyes avert themselves from the cake in Dimitri’s hands, Ferdinand’s face flushed.

Wordlessly, Dimitri cuts a slice, the huge chunk a quarter of the entire cake. Ferdinand ready to accept, an insistent hand from Dimitri stops him. Grabbing a bit with a fork, Dimitri expectantly brings it to Ferdinand’s mouth, his good eye agape.

“Oh,” Letting out a chuckle, Ferdinand takes a gulp before taking a bite of the cake. His face alighting from the taste, Ferdinand happily accepts the second bite. And then the third. And then each ensuing bite until the slice is finished. Enough leverage allowed from one button already destroyed, the rest remain snugly but securely on his bulging stomach. Dimitri immediately cuts another slice. Ferdinand’s eyes widen, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. “I didn’t know you were into…” Ferdinand pauses, considering his words. “Such things,”

Dimitri nearly nods, bringing another bite to Ferdinand.

“If you insist,” Shakily taking another bite, the sweet cool creamy texture of the cake lulls him back to his enjoyment of the delicacy. Unfastening his belt, Ferdinand lets out a sigh before he sits upright, Dimitri’s free hand rubbing it. Another bite offered, Ferdinand keeps at, only slowing down near the end of the slice, both his hands on his own engorged stomach along with Dimitris. “Dimitri,” Ferdinand groans, huffing as he lies down. “I can’t anymore,” Pawing at his own belly, the mass of fat and food rises into the air with each strained breath.

A hand caressing his cheek, Ferdinand lets out an ‘oof’ as Dimitri helps him sit. His gut resting on his plump thighs, Ferdinand merely groans. A hand on his coat, he yelps as Dimitri tears it, the buttons flying across the room. A hand on his waistline, his suddenly unbuttoned pants give him some breathing room. His vest grabbed, Ferdinand obligingly lifts up his arms, the sense of freedom for his aching gut relieving. His undershirt goes next, both tossed into a heap on the floor. A hand tugging at his pants, Ferdinand pauses, resting his hand on top of Dimitri’s. Dimitri’s calm face staring at his, Ferdinand lets him continue, Ferdinand left in nothing but the tight fabric of his boxers.

Resting his back against the wall. Ferdinand continues to groan. Some more shuffling fabric, he keeps his eyes closed until more cake is pressed against his lips. He does, however, ignore the noticeable erection in Dimitri’s pants, Ferdinand somehow redder than before.

Dimitri shirtless, he holds the last half of the cheesecake.Ferdinand huffs. “You love cheesecake,” Dimitri whispers.

“Sometimes there are limits,” Dimitri’s hands not moving, Ferdinand scoffs. “You beast,” But that doesn’t stop Ferdinand smiling as he accepts the heaping bite of cake.

Wishing to get on it, patience not one of Dimitri’s stongsuits, he spears the cake with his fork, heaping portions offered each time Ferdinand almost finishes one bite. His chewing slows down, his swallowing slows down, the smack of his squirrel cheeks slow down, Ferdinand reaching dangerous levels of full.

Bits of cream on his lips, remnants from his dozes of prior bits still remain in his mouth, willing himself to eat more. Swallowing, the bits feel like lead slowly dropping down only to punch his gut on the way there. “Dimitri. I don’t think I can,” Groaning, he smears the frosting with his arm, the pale flesh on his arm jiggling. “Truly,”

“You can,” Dimitri rubs slow circles on Ferdinand’s gut. “Just a few more bites, I know you can do it,” Bringing the second to last bite, Dimitri forcefully shoves it in, Ferdinand struggling to chew it. His heavy breathing coming from his nose now, before he can swallow the last bits, Dimitri shoves the last heaping forkful in his mouth, Ferdinand painfully smacking his tired lips in an attempt to finish it all.

Wasting no time, Dimitri helps Ferdinad rest his back against his bed. Ferdinand’s labored chewing and groans egging him, he quickly disrobes, his slime yet built body glistening in anticipation. Gripping Ferdinand’s boxers, he tugs them off to reveal his own chubbed up dick, the thick shaft of it slowly engorging. Climbing onto the bed, Dimitri rests his knees right in front of Ferdinand’s dick.

Ferdinand finally finishes the cake, his mouth so dry and tired. “I…. ugghhh,” Clinging the bedsheets, his hands go to his bulging midsection as Dimitri lifts up his legs. His moobs squishing into his double chin, his overtaxed stomach rests heavily as the overfilled lump falls down.

Dimitri placing his arms under Ferdinand’s legs, he slowly aligns himself. His dick slick with precum, he slowly enters. Dimitri groans as the warmth of Ferdinand’s hole envelops his dick. Ferdinand right underneath him, his breath turns labored as Ferdinand squirms, rubbing his stomach.

“I’ll take care of that in a bit,” Leaning forward, Dimitri kisses Ferdinand, a trail of saliva sticking as they part. Ferdinand grimaces as his legs bend a bit more than they’re used to at this weight, nodding his head instead.

Unable to wait much longer, Dimitri thrusts into Ferdinand, Ferdinand’s hands now reaching for Dimitri’s back. Ferdinand’s noises sounding under him, the always chipper, bright man simply huffs under Dimitri, biting his lips as he tries to hold back his moans.

Wishing to get closer, Dimitri wraps his arms under Ferdinand, embracing him as he humps him. Digging his head into the crevice of Ferdinand’s neck, Dimitri huffs.

“D-dimitri,” Ferdinand gutturally moans, right into his ear. Cum sticking against his warm body, Dimitri nearly chuckles as Ferdinand cums so early. His body reprimanding him, his knees buckle as he feels himself so dangerously close, his throbbing dick begging for a release. Giving in, Dimitri crushes Ferdinand in his embrace, his soft supple body digging into his muscles.

"Tired,” Dimitri's arms shake. Huffing, he ignores his own seed slowly spilling out of Ferdinand's ass, as he pulls out. Ferdinand exhausted, his belly rises with each tired labored breath he takes. No important task required of him tomorrow, Dimitri reserves the task of cleaning themselves up tomorrow with a warm shared shower. Crawling beside Ferdinand, Ferdinand leans back into Dimitri as his body is cradled in Dimitri's built arms. Spooning Ferdinand, he breathes in his scent, his dreams knowing peace as he dreams of fattening Ferdinand further.

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will write tommrow!! sorry been sooo lazy and finally got to (safely) see my friends today so ive been in a better mood :)

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Other people writing belly kink: Careful choice of words, wonderful descriptions, sexy af

Me writing belly kink:

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was requested 5 with a chubby claude being invited to a tea party with dimitri and dudue!

Claude took a deep breath into the familar Fodlan air. With the war over, and Edelgard peacefully surrendered, he believed it was a good time for a visit back for his friends. There was one striking difference from his return; his weight.

Alymra brought Claude many feasts, and playing cards with his friends led to more and more drinks. The alcohol in Alymra has much more calories than the average drink. Still, even with the much more weight, he was still the handsome and somewhat flirty boy he’d always been, even if he was a little tubbier.

His trusty wyvern, who was struggling a bit under Claude’s size, landed and Claude was finally reunited with the land he once grew up in. He hopped off his wyvern and landed on two. Claude streched up his arms and yawned. He was lucky his outfit was made out of soft cotton, or his stomach would’ve been revealed to the world.

He was headed to the kingdom capital, accepting an invitation for a special tea party with his highness, Dimitri. This is was the first thing he’d do since he was back, so he was pretty excited. Plus, Claude’s always had a bit of a crush on Dimitri since their school days.

Claude not-so-gracefully waddled up the steps, and was breathing a little bit heavier after the fleet of stairs. Despite Almyrians always looking for fights, Claude usually just skipped to the food after, leaving him very out of his prime. When he opened the doors to the chamber, he was greeted with very delicate looking chairs and a table.

Claude helped himself to a seat in the white chair. His ass became so much bigger when he sat, he might have to ask for another chair just to contain his behind. (And in hopes he doesn’t break anything.”

Dimitri made his grand enterace. Doors being held open for him, his servants bowing at the sight of him... Claude knew that his friend doesn’t mind keeping their date casual, but as king their wasn’t much avoiding it. Dimitri smiled seeing his friend again. Claude stood up, greeted eachother, and Claude devoured Dimitri in a bear hug. He plushed, feeling Claude’s soft belly against his abs. For once, he wish Claude was taller than him so his head could be embraced into his soft moobs. Dimitri’s head filled with ideas of Claude’s soft body and wanted to see more.

The two sat and began discussing how long it’s been since they’ve seen eachother. “You look great, Claude!” Dimitri eagerly said, trying to come off flirty. Claude laughed. “Haha. Dimitri, you don’t to lie,” He put a hand on his stomach with a wink. “I’ve put on a ton.” Dimitri chuckled as he thought about how his hand could be on Claude’s belly. He then asked a servant for Dudue, and to tell him to double all portions for today’s meal.

Dudue brought back a piping kettle of tea, and poured both Dimitri’s and Claude’s cups. “Nice to see you, Dudue.” Claude commented. “The pleasure is mine. Please, have as much as you like. We have plenty.” Dudue seemed to know his master very well, and knew how he wanted the rest of the evening to go.

Claude let out a small burp when he’d finished his fourth cup of tea. “This is the best tea I’ve ever had!” He wondered if he should go for another cup or more of the appetizers, but he thought he should have saved room for the main course. Claude and Dimitri chatted and maybe even flirted untill Dudue brought back the main course.

Claude gave Dimitri the honors of taking the top of his dish first. It was a beautiful plate of sweet and spicy chicken wings, topped off with the perfect amount of seasme seeds and parsley. Claude licked his lips and took his top off, revealing the same dish but about two to three times the serving compared to Dimitri’s. Claude nevervously chuckled at the size of the plate and said, “Trying to fatten me up, huh?” Dimitri and Dudue smiled as this wasn’t too far from the truth.

The pair dug into their meals, Dimitri much more formally than his dining partner, who had sauce all over his mouth. Claude has been completely drawn to the sticky sauce and couldn’t stop going back in for more bites. The sticky, spicy wings he just couldn’t resist.

Claude looked down at his plate. There were still about 6 wings on his plate, but he was so full. He loet out a groan, when Dimitri suddenly took his chair and put it next to him. “Cmon, Claude. Your a big eater,” Dimitri patted Claude’s fat gut. “you can finish these few last bites.” Before Claude could get a word out, Dimitri stuffed a chicken wing into Claude’s mouth. It came out all-bone, as Claude devoured the wing with one bite. “Augh...Dimitri...” Before Claude could moan any longer, another wing was forced into his mouth.

Dudue quickly came behind Claude, and before he could react, he lifted up his shirt to reveal Claude’s massive gut. “Woah, guys...if you wanted to see the belly so bad, you coulda-URPPPP asked.” Claude said with a face of discomfort. He was force feed another wing and Dudue put his hands on his soft adomen and rubbed his hands in circles. Even if Claude was uncorfmable with the notion, he was way to stuffed to even get up. He was stuck and tormeted to whatever the pair did to him.

Claude leaned back after he ate the rest of the wings. Dimitri eagerly gave Claude’s gut a good slap. “Oof!” Claude exclaimed as his hands touched his soft surface and made his gut jiggle from the impact. “Easy there, buddy...I’m stuffed to the prim.” Dimitri evilly smiled as he wouldn’t give up on his friends. Claude plushed as Dimitri stuck his finger into his belly button. “I wonder how far it goes...” Dimitri said. “Dimi....” Claude said. He’d never seen his friend so direct and bold before, had his weight seriously brought this out of him. Claude wanted to see where this would lead him so he toyed with the idea with his belly being played with.

“Be careful, buddy. You might get lost.” Dimitri saw this as a challenge. He violently shook Claude, belly, causing his moobs to jiggle along with it, and his thighs to bounce as his belly was lifted and dropped onto them, trapped in his tight pants. Claude let out a loud and long belch, followed by moans and groans afterwards. Dimitri pushed him to the limit, but he thought more could be done to torture his partner. “Dudue, bring dessert for our quest, would you?”

“Uh, that wouldn’t be nessceary, Dudue. I’m already packed as is.” But Dimitri insisted. The rest of their date led to the pair in bed, Dimitri spooning a bloated and burping fat Claude.

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(reposting this bc someone sent in a rq off anon!) 

When Sothe was tasked with disposing with the Army’s leftovers, nobody was sure where he was throwing them out. They wouldn’t have guessed he saved them untill the late morning to gorge himself with. Sothe had a bad habit of eating too late at night, sleeping it off, and finding a bit more weight on him in the morning. With his habits enabled, his weight gain had spiraled out of control.

Sothe’s always been a very skinny boy, so looking down on his belly was a strange feeling. His new fat was soft and plush and could be molded easily by anyone who dared grab and handful. He hoped everyone in the army hadn’t noticed he stopped wearing shirt was once showed a glimpse of his abs, or his trips to the store for bigger pants that could contain his overflowing ass.

But none of that mattered now, as he was on a spying mission. He stopped worrying about his gains and focused on the mission. He was to gain information about the enemy through easedropping by traveling through the vents. It was simple, he’d done it many times and was quite good at it. Standing in front of the vent enterance, it hit him that he might struggling fitting...

Luckily, he managed to squeeze his new shape into the vent and began crawling. He noticed that his movement had more weight to them, and made quite the sound. He was convinced when he heard a conversation between two gaurds.

“What’s the sound? In the vents?” One gaurd said to another. “I don’t know...rats?” “Nah, rats don’t make sounds like that.” Sothe’s eyes widened at the thought of being found, and was unsure if he was still in shape enough to make a run for it. “I guess we must have left out too much food. I guess we have some pretty fat rats, haha!” The gaurd gave his friend a playful punch on the arm after his joke. Their laughter gave him a chance to crawl away without being heard.

Sothe’s cheeks became red at the thought for being mistaken for a obese rat. However, he put his feelings aside for the sake of the mission and took a break to breathe, as the crawling in the compact air vents wore him out. As he stayed there, he put his head up and realized the war council was right ahead! His juicy thighs and belly giggled at bit more as he crawled a bit more faster thinking about the excitement of the mission ending sooner than he thought. However, when he got there, he came to a halt.

He was stuck. His first half of his body had made it, but his round behind couldn’t fit. Did they make the vents smaller in the war meeting room, to prevent greedy ninjas such as himself in? His full face turned into a cherry as he used his hands to try to push his butt forward. After a few attempts, he realized his fat ass was not getting through. He had to come up with a plan.

Sothe thought his next thing, although humilating, was to take off his pants in hopes his fat thighs and ass could squeeze through. The thought of a naked Sothe with his plush lower half exposed, waddling around like a hog sent him into an embarrasent he’d never felt. But he had to for his mission. So he begun the procedure by laying on his back.

He noted that his belly was so large he could barely see his pants. And as he begun to sit up to unbutton them, it came as a shock how fat he’d become, he couldn’t even do a sit up to reach them. Perhaps, if he really stopped put ALL of his efforts he could reach them, but he couldn’t risk his deep breath after such a demanding task leave him being caught. Luckily, he’d knew a rescue team would come in about 30 minutes, so he layed down in shame.

He lifted up his shirt and looked at the soft, pale mound of fat that he’d stuck onto himself by being so greedy. He treated himself to a belly rub as his stomach growled thinking about a raid of his fridge after this sticky situation.

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oh and i turned anons on! sorry abt that

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chubby!kink, weight gain, etc. ask box fic meme!

send me a ship/character and a number and I’ll write you a headcanon or mini-fic featuring:

oblivious weight gain.

unintentional weight gain.

being in denial about weight gain.

someone(s) gaining the freshman fifteen (or more).

stuffing/feeding/etc.

mutual weight gain.

a feeder/feedee relationship.

size differences/comparisons.

button popping/seam ripping/etc.

humiliation (kinky in character or not).

magical/magically augmented weight gain (or scientifically).

trying on old/tight clothes (kinky in character).

trying on old/tight clothes (not kinky in character).

weighing and/or measuring and/or numbers kink.

stoner AU setting.

office AU setting.

punk AU setting.

hipster AU setting.

fat camp AU setting.

bakery/coffeeshop AU setting.

high school/college AU setting.

camboy/camgirl/camenby AU setting.

some other AU setting (asker’s choice).

outside perspective on/reactions to weight gain.

focusing on a body part other than bellies (asker’s choice).

character(s) wearing a specific outfit/clothing item (asker’s choice).

character(s) weighing in after not checking the scales for a while.

character(s) being embarrassed about weight gain/eating so much/etc.

op’s note: feel free to add your own or take out prompts that don’t work for you, folks. I just tried to pick stuff that I like and know is reasonably popular.