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Been way too long, but I wrote a little fic where Makot.o is a shapeshifter and indulges Kyok.o’s curiosity about being with a chubbier person.

M/F, stuffing, magical weight gain and 4,055 words.

Kyoko had seen many things during her time as a detective. The aftermaths of gruesome murders done by the hands of deranged serial killers, and dead bodies that were mutilation beyond recognition, she had uncovered the biggest drug empires and even a fair amount of ritual sacrifices done by the hands of satanic cults. It was safe to say there was almost nothing that caught her off guard anymore…. key word, almost.

Murders, drugs and cults, Kyoko thought she saw everything. At least until she stumbled across him. Kyoko never believed in the supernatural, magic or anything of the sort and she still didn’t, but even someone as skeptical as her couldn’t deny the impossible seemed to be possible.

His name was Makoto, At first glance he was yet another entirely average young adult man in every way possible. To his physical capabilities, intelligence and appearance he was just like everyone else. At least to the naked eye… being the most skilled detective in all of Japan she had a keen eye for detail, making it easy to pick up on things others could not. When she uncovered Makoto, it wasn’t that he was a serial killer, running a drug empire or the leader of some twisted cult. Much to her disbelief Makoto was a shapeshifter who could alter his appearance at will.

Kyoko had only heard of such beings in fantasy media, it was purely fiction. But when she saw Makoto shift from his typical average appearance to an exact copy of her to prove he was telling the truth and wasn’t just some nutcase, she had to accept that shapeshifters were real.

Makoto had very little understanding of his own abilities, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment he gained such powers or the full extent of them. But Kyoko was willing to collaborate with him and uncover the mystery surrounding such unreal abilities.

Today was no different.

Kyoko sorted through some files regarding a drug ring she was assisting the police in finding and shutting down. She was so wrapped up in her work she failed to notice said shapeshifter enter her office until she felt his soft lips pressed against her left cheek. Causing her to let out an undignified gasp that snapped her out of her hyper-focus on the files and documents at her desk.

“You have to stop doing that…” Kyoko sighed, feeling her racing heart and a pink blush spread on her cheeks.

“But it’s cute to see you all flustered.” Makoto laughed, setting a cardboard coffee cup and a paper bag on her desk. “Here, I got you breakfast and a coffee.”

“Thank you.” An admitted caffeine addict Kyoko wasted no time taking a big swing of that caffeinated goodness before opening up the bag, revealing a double chocolate donut. “Chocolate, for breakfast?” Truth be told Kyoko did have a fondness for chocolate, but she didn’t feel like having sugar so early.

“Why not?” Makoto shrugged, sitting in the seat across from her.

“Donuts aren’t breakfast.”

“Aoi would disagree.”

Kyoko just shook her head and took another sip of coffee. “Did you lock the door?” Makoto nodded. “Alright… let’s try and focus on shifting into other people. I know it’s challenging but it is something we could utilize for undercover missions. Now… do you remember Byakuya from yesterday?”

“Yeah, he’s the one assisting the drug ring you’re trying to bust.”

Kyoko nodded and opened up the drawer to her desk, pulling out a photograph of the influential heir and handed it to Makoto. “I want you to try and shift into him.”

Makoto’s eyes narrowed as he studied the photograph, taking in every detail.

“Alright… let’s give it a whirl.”

He set the picture down and stood up, scrunching up his face in concentration. Before Kyoko’s very eyes, his body began to shift and contort until the 5’3 Makoto was replaced with an almost perfect replica of the 6’1 Byakuya Togami.

“Well, how did I do?” Makoto inquired, even though his voice sounded like the arrogant heir. Extremely impressive since voice-altering had been rather difficult for him in the past. There was just one tiny mistake….

“You got most of it right,” Kyoko informed.

“Most of it?”

“Unless you’re supposedly saying in his claims that he’s a natural blond are false, then yes.” She gestured to his hair which remained Makoto’s natural shade of brown as opposed to Byakuya’s golden locks.

Makoto groaned, shifting back to normal. “Ugh, I can never get the hair colour right,” he complained.

“Maybe that’s what we should focus on today?” Kyoko suggested. “Instead of trying to change your whole appearance at once, why don’t we focus on smaller details?”

“Like height?” he asked eagerly, in which Kyoko had to roll her eyes at.

“No, you clearly had no trouble managing to match his height. We should focus on hair colour as that’s what you’re struggling with at the moment.” Makoto immediately frowned at the response but didn’t complain. “Now then, focus on changing just your hair colour.”

“Alright.” Makoto nodded and scrunched up his face a second time.

It took longer, a solid minute at least but that wasn’t surprising as hair colour was something he admitted he struggled with. Makoto managed to do it, his mousy brown hair was soon replaced with golden blonde locks.

“Did I do it?” Makoto asked, cracking a single eye open.

“See for yourself,” Kyoko commented and handed him her compact mirror from her desk drawer.

“Wow, I did it!” Makoto grinned, examining his hair in the reflection. “…. I really can’t pull off blonde.” he sighed sadly, running his fingers through his blonde locks a final time before closing the compact shut and letting his hair fade away to its natural shade.

“You did good, we should keep focusing on that. If we could perfect it, it could be an extremely useful tool for police investigations.”

“You really think I could do that?”

“With some training, yes.”

“Alright…” he opened the compact mirror again. “Think I’ll keep trying different hair colours then.”

Kyoko said nothing, just silently watching him intensely concentrating on altering the colour of his hair. She drank her coffee and watched as Makoto’s hair turned hot pink, black, neon green and then a cool electric blue. It was truly a magnificent gift her boyfriend possessed, something unheard of outside of fiction yet here she was witnessing it with her own two eyes. That alone got her imagination fired up, and with the right training to handle undercover work, Makoto would be a strong asset to her arsenal for her line of work. But despite her workaholic tendencies, her mind drifted to other possibilities outside of her line of work.

She loved Makoto and wouldn’t change anything about him (aside from remembering to take out the trash) but there was a part of her that was curious as to how far he could alter his normal appearance. Not pretend to become someone else entirely, but if he could change simply his hair colour then maybe he could-

“Kyoko, look!”

Kyoko was snapped out of her train of thought and looked at Makoto, whose hair now sported a bold black and white striped pattern that resembled a zebra.

“Huh, that’s impressive,” she remarked as Makoto’s hair faded.

“Something up?” he inquired.

“No, everything is fine.” she lied.

“I’ve been dating you long enough to know when you’re lying,” Makoto stated as Kyoko mentally cursed herself. They had been together for years, of course, he would be able to pick up on her tells at some point no matter how much of a stoic persona she kept up. “Come on, what’s up? You can tell me.” he reached over and gingerly placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and offered a small but sweet smile.

Her eyes averted away from her. It wasn’t that Kyoko didn’t trust Makoto, he was one of the very few people she could confide in and be vulnerable with. But Makoto was still human (or possibly not given his abilities) and like all living beings was perfectly capable of being judgmental… however this was Makoto of all people, one of the few people she deemed trustworthy enough to let into her life and form not only a strong bound but a relationship that blossomed into a romance. Not even her skills as a detective could predict how he would react.

“It’s just…” Kyoko began, eyes shifting away from him with shameful hesitation. “If you can change solely your hair colour at will…” she trailed off, nervously wringing her hands.

“Do you want to change something about me?”

“No!” she replied all too frantically for her normally calm nature. “Nothing like that. Forgive me, I’m beating around the bush like a fool.” she sighed. “I just always wondered what it would be like….she gulped nervously as she trailed off yet again. “To be with a larger man.” she finally confessed.

“Like in height?” Makoto asked. “I mean I am down for growing an extra foot.”

“No, not like that.”

“Then muscle? Like Sakura.”

“Not that either.” Kyoko took a deep breath. “I mean weight.” she clarified and immediately felt herself tense.

“Oh… I-“

“Forget I said anything.” Kyoko immediately interrupted, getting up from her seat. “It’s foolish to even think about. It’s just morbid curiosity.” she excused. “I should get going. I think there’s a crime scene that needs to be investigated.”

“Wait!” he grabbed her arm just as she was about to leave. “I…I’m not THAT weirded out. It’s just a little unexpected.” he confessed. “I never guessed you of all people would be a chubby chaser.” he joked with a light laugh which just made Kyoko’s cheeks flare pink.

“It’s just a curiosity…” Kyoko stated again, averting her lilac eyes away from him.

“And I think it’s a curiosity worth talking about.”

Well… he wasn’t downright rejecting her notion or seemingly entirely repulsed by her curiosity. Kyoko sighed, letting the tension go from her body as she looked back at Makoto.

“Alright…”

“So… how big are we talking about?” Makoto inquired. “Like just an extra ten or twenty pounds?”Kyoko fidgeted with her braid finding herself unable to find the right words to say. “Forty? Fifty?” he kept on guessing. “Do I need to add an extra zero?” she nodded, making his eyes widen ever so slightly. “One hundred?”

“…two hundred,” she said, feeling a lump in her throat form immediately after confessing that.

“Two hundred?”

“And… fifty,” she added, face burning bright red.

“So two hundred and fifty?” he asked which Kyoko confirmed with a nod. “Huh…okay then.” he rubbed his chin in thought for a moment. “You’re off tomorrow right?”

“I am.”

“Perfect, let’s meet up then.” he grinned.

Kyoko blinked in disbelief. He had taken her confession far better than she originally thought. “Are you actually-“

“You’re see.” he grinned. “How does noon sound?”

“I can do noon.”

…..

Kyoko awaited on the park bench, skimming through a mystery novel as she awaited for Makoto.

“Sorry, I’m late. Were you waiting long?”

Her eyes flickered up from her novel and immediately froze. Before her stood Makoto, same brown hair, brown eyes, his usual hoodie and a sweet small smile plastered onto his face. But his figure had undergone a dramatic transformation. Kyoko could only stare unblinking as Makoto waddled over, thick tree-trunk legs rubbing together, his blubbery belly not so subtly bouncing with every step he took, and not to mention the massive breasts he developed resting atop his rounder stomach.

“Well?” Makoto inquired making his way up to her. ‘What do you think? Should I go smaller? Bigger? Change the body proportions? I could go more pear shape if that’s what you want?”

Kyoko could only cover her blushing face with her glove hands as she felt her beating heart race in her chest at such an alarming speed that she was certain she would have a heart attack from the shock alone.

“Judging from your reaction it’s safe to say I nailed it.” Makoto laughed, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “You alright? I can tone it down if you need me to.” he offered.

“No, it’s perfect.” She was tempted to say it was everything she dreamt about, but that sounded rather theatrical coming from her so she didn’t. “It’s just imagining and talking about it are very different from the real thing.” She lowered her hands from her face and took in the sight before her that was Makoto’s much wider and softer form. “It is difficult to hold that look.”

“Not at all, it’s easier,” Makoto said with a proud smile that only brought out his rounder face even more. “I think it’s because I’m not fully changing my form I can hold it for longer without getting exhausted.”

That was certainly a useful observation, she would have to take more of that regarding her and Makoto’s research about his shapeshifting abilities. But that could be done later, Kyoko just wanted to enjoy this as much as Makoto would allow her. She took a deep breath and smoothed the wrinkles out of her pencil skirt as she stood up from the bench.

“So, what did you have in mind for today?” she asked, struggling to maintain her stoic poker face as Kyoko pretended to act normal about this.

“I was thinking lunch,” Makoto suggested. “That sound alright with you?”

“Yeah, I could eat.” a complete lie, Kyoko highly doubted she could eat but she felt Makoto had something planned that revolved around food.

“Alright, come on.” he motioned for Kyoko to follow. “There’s this place I’ve been wanting to try out forever.”

She could only nod and follow him, he happily rambling on about something but it was as if someone hit the mute button on Makoto because Kyoko couldn’t listen to a single word coming from her boyfriend’s mouth. She was too embraced by the not-so-subtle movement of his body. The way will belly and breasts bounced with every step he took, the subtle wobble of his thighs and caboose from his ever-so-tight pants just made her heart flutter every time she looked too hard.

“Kyoko, you listening?” that snapped her back into reality.

“Y-yeah.” Kyoko stuttered out and forced a cough. “I am simply a bit overwhelmed.”

“I can tell. I never seen you this flustered before.” Shuffling awkwardly in his spot he looked up at her. “But you do like it, right?”

“Yes, I like it a lot. Not to say I didn’t like you in your true form but-“

“Kyoko, I know.” Her words were cut off when Makoto interrupted. “You don’t need to stress about it so much. The way I see it I’m indulging your curiosity and trust you entirely, you don’t need to overthink it.”

As simply foolish as it sounded, he was right. Makoto wouldn’t have done this for just anyone if it pushed the limits of his boundaries. He was doing this out of the kindness of his heart and his love for her. She needed to stop seeking for issues that weren’t there. It was her day off and all her friends told her she worked too hard, she needed to relax for once and enjoy this. Plus Makoto couldn’t hold this form forever, his shapeshifting abilities only lasted so long before he grew exhausted.

“Right, my apologies.” A lock of lavender hair was pushed behind her ear.

“Don’t apologize, just loosen up a bit,” Makoto said and gestured to a building. “We’re here anyway.”

It was an inexpensive buffet with rather questionable cleanliness, but Kyoko could see the mood and setting Makoto was going for as he struggled to squeeze himself into the cheap red leather booth seats that had faint rips that were starting to grow.

“Do you need to downsize?” Kyoko asked in a whisper. “I doubt they would notice if it’s subtle enough.”

He shook his head, finally managing to squish his large stomach and meaty behind enough to get settled. “No, I got it.”

Once the waiter took their drinks orders they left, leaving the booth was easier than getting in somehow. Armed with melamine plates, they ventured out to gather their meals. The food wasn’t the best quality, clearly just something for hungry tourists who were short on cash or just missed the western-styled food options that weren’t as easily available in Japan.

The iceberg lettuce at the salad bar was questionably brown, so Kyoko opted for the steamed veggies for her fill of vegetables. Following that she went for a piece of lukewarm fried chicken that fortunately didn’t seem to be sitting under that lamp all day, and she wrapped up her first plate with a spoonful of tater tots solely because the staff brought out a fresh tray that guaranteed it would be fresh and crispy as opposed to the soggy and lukewarm looking fries next to them.

Her eyes shifted to Makoto, who had multiple plates piled high with shoestring fries, some very questionable sushi rolls, a hefty amount of mac and cheese, and chicken wings that had been sitting in a heat lamp for far too all.

They returned to their booth, once Makoto managed to squeeze back into the seats they ate. Or the very least Kyoko tried too. She froze with a forkful of crinkle-cut carrots and broccoli speared on her fork just mere centimetres away from her mouth as she watched Makoto dig into his feast.

“Can you eat all that?” she asked.

“Probably, remember at the hospital when I changed shape and became taller? The x-rays showed my bones grew so I figured with a fatter form my stomach capacity would too,” he informed quietly through a mouthful of rice, cucumber and seaweed.

“A fair theory…” Kyoko pushed her plate towards Makoto. “We should test it.”

Makoto didn’t object, he happily tucked into his plate. Cleaning the wings until there wasn’t so much of a morsel of meat on them, gooey mac and cheese was practically vacuumed away and not a single noddle was left behind, The fries were gone without so much of a grain of salt in their lukewarm wake, and finally all sushi rolls were devoured with not even a piece of rice left on the plate.

Makoto hiccup, wiping his mouth on the paper napkin provided in between sips of his soda.

“Are you sure you can eat it all?” Kyoko raised her eyebrow as he reached over for her abandoned plate of vegetables, fried chicken and tater tots.

“Yeah, I got a bigger stomach after all,” he reassured.

Kyoko wasn’t buying it. The way his stomach gurgled loudly and she had to crane her neck to see it, but the button of his pants was jutting into the tender flesh of his flabby stomach.

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” she warned as Makoto began working on her abandoned plate which fortunately wasn’t as large as his, but could still could potentially overdo it. “I mean it, Makoto. If you overexert yourself and lose this form-“

“Hey, don’t worry. I know.” Makoto reassured before taking a bite of fried chicken. “Like I said just relax,” he said around a mouthful. “Plus they charge extra if you have leftovers.”

Kyoko's brows knitted in concern but she kept her mouth shut. Just silently sipping her lemonade as Makoto attempted to make quick work of her food. He managed to, but not before letting out a tired sigh.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…I just gotta.” he struggled to scoot himself out of the booth but somehow managed to get out and onto his feet. His hands travelled to the metal button on his pants that was painfully jutting into his overfed stomach.

The second Makoto undid that button to get himself more comfortable Kyoko’s eyes went wide as she got a glimpse of some of Makoto’s pale rounded stomach.

“Wanna head to my place? You can get more handsy if you want there.” That made Kyoko realize she had been staring to fall too long.

She said nothing and just nodded, getting up to pay before exiting the building.

….

They couldn’t arrive at the apartment fast enough, Kyoko considered herself a patient person (a much-needed trait for those long stakeouts with the police) but the fifteen-minute walk to Makoto’s place was absolute torture. Especially the way his hefty abdomen would bop up and down with every step he took, It didn’t help that Makoto would occasionally clutch or rub his stomach and murmur something about eating too much. Whether he was doing it on purpose to get Kyoko flustered and riled up or not was a mystery even she couldn’t solve.

Makoto insisted on trudging up the stairs instead of an elevator to get his steps in, but she had a sneaking suspicion it was just to watch him struggle to get up the stairs from his current weight and overfed stomach.

The second they arrived Makoto plopped his hefty self on the worn-out couch of his apartment, letting out a big sigh of relief to be off his feet. Kyoko sat next to him, feeling her heart race with the knowledge that Makoto took up over half the couch…granted it was a small couch but for lack of a better explanation Kyoko found it incredibly hot.

“Here,” with a mischievous glint in his eye, Makoto tugged at the hem of his ill-fitting hoodie and shirt and pulled both all the way up to his moobs to reveal his massively round stomach.

Kyoko’s eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the glorious soft pale mass, Much to her guilty pleasure Makoto had taken the creative liberty of handing thick reddish-pink stretch marks throughout his stomach.

“Are stretch marks too much? I can get rid of them if you want?” he offered.

Kyoko shook her head. “No…it’s perfect.” she reached out with a gloved hand, hovering mere inches away from Makoto’s belly. “May I?”

“Of course, that’s why I suggested we go to my apartment.”

Kyoko said nothing and placed her hand on his midsection, feeling her heart race as her fingers sunk deeper and deeper into his taut yet soft stomach.

“Wow…” was all she could mutter upon having her wildest fantasy become a reality.

“I never seen you so flustered.” Makoto giggled, making his belly wobble ever so slightly. “Hey so…if you don’t mind me asking, how did you get into this? Bigger guys I mean?”

“Well…“ Kyoko averted her gaze away from him. “It stems from an experience I had when I was younger. The company car broke down and I had to take a train that was rather packed.” Her fingers sunk deeper into Makoto’s flab. “So a man ends up sitting next to me, he happens to be overweight and took up a good bunch of space, leaving me very little.” A rosy blush spread across Kyoko’s pale face. “I suppose most people would hate it, but I…” she trailed off briefly before continuing. “I guess it just awakened something in me. That experience always struck with me and I guess that’s where my curiosity began.”

“Heh, that’s cute.” Makoto smile. “I think I can hold this form for another twenty minutes.”

Kyoko scooted closer, leaning against Makoto's soft body and curled up against his temporary plushness as if he were a body pillow and rested her head against Makoto’s much softer body, certain that those twenty minutes would be akin to heaven.

….

Kyoko’s lavender eyes flickered open, fighting against the alluring heaviness that begged her to close them again. She had fallen at one point, which was confirmed by the trickle of dry drool on the corner of her mouth she then decided to wipe away at.

Her gaze shifted to Makoto, who like her had fallen asleep as well and was now resting peacefully in a food coma. Just like Makoto predicted he couldn’t hold his fatter form for much longer, The shapeshifter had returned to his normal scrawny figure… mostly anyway. Makoto still sported a decently sized gut still taut from the massive lunch he binged.

A modest smile touched her lips as she leaned over and kissed his temple before returning to snuggling up against him.

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